Sunday, September 30, 2012


GOOD-BYE LUXOR

It’s my last day in Luxor.  My flight to Cairo leaves at 2300 (11PM) tonight, 30 September.  I am in Cairo for most of 1 October until Hassan takes me to the airport to catch my 2325 (11:25PM) flight to Freetown, Sierra Leone.

Hot Air Balloons Over Habu Hotel
The hot air balloons flying over the west bank do so in the early, early morning.  One of my deepest pleasures is to fly in the balloon, but this morning I must be content just to watch them float above me.  They are so silent except for the WHOOSHHHH of the flames that make them go higher still.

Floating In The Dawn Sky

It has been wonderful being here in Egypt with my dear, dear Egyptian families.  My soul is refreshed and ready for my journey to Sierra Leone where I will reside from 2 October until 6 January 2013.  My adventures will continue from there, so stay tuned!!!

Villager On His Way To Work

Mohamed and Kadja, 3 years

Mohamed and Ahmed, 14 months












Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara

VALLEY OF THE KINGS

Somehow I found myself in a time warp yesterday and had it in my head I will leave late tonight, September 29.  Somewhere in the middle of the night the realization hits it is tomorrow night!  My plan is to go to the Valley of the Kings and visit tombs that are open I haven’t seen or seen in a while.

Today is shaping up to be another very hot day so I decide to relax and go tomorrow now that I have another day.  Mohamed convinces me today will be a better day tourist wise (the French arrive tomorrow, he says) so I throw on some clothes and off I go.

A young man approaches me as I walk into the visitor’s center with the offer to show me the list of the open tombs.  He proceeds to recommend which ones to see and draws me a map.  The choices look good to me.  I will visit 4 tombs, three included in the general ticket and one not.

Even though King Tut’s tomb is open for an extra price I have seen it many times including since his mummy is on display.  Instead I choose the tomb of Ramses VI, a tomb I have seen before but one with fascinating and unusual objects depicted on the walls.  The colors are stunningly bright.

The first tomb to visit is that of Queen Tawsert/King Sethnakht located at the top of the valley in KV14.  It was originally built for Sety II second wife and mother of Septah his successor.  When Ramses III father, Sethnakht, died he took the tomb and enlarged it to house him.  Setnakht took over the throne from Queen Tawsert who only reigned for a few years. 

It has been only opened for 4 months or will only be open for four months.  I couldn’t quite understand what I was told.  At any rate if I have seen it before it was a long time ago.  

It does not disappoint.  One of the largest tombs in the valley it displays stunning colors and unusual scenes.  One is a depiction of the pharaoh traveling through the underworld sporting two heads.  One head has the white crown of upper Egypt (the South) and one the red crown of lower Egypt (the North).  Usually the crown is a combination of white and red showing the unification of the land with one ruler over all.

Right Wall of Alcove
Left Wall of the Alcove
The path widens into an alcove at the middle on the way to the burial chamber.  The scenes on the left and right walls of the alcove are stunning as you can see in the pictures.

Next coming back down the path is KV11 belonging to Ramses III.  Instead of a straight path from the entrance of the tomb sloping down to the burial chamber this tomb makes a sharp right and then continues downward.  It also has many side rooms for storage of wine, food and objects needed in the afterlife.  These small rooms are beautifully painted depicting the offerings contained inside.  What also makes this tomb rather famous are the three and four headed snakes winding down the wall.  Bright colors adorn the walls and ceiling.

Ramses VI in KV9 is the one in which I really want to spend time. There is so much to see that can’t be found in any other tomb and I see something different each time.  The ceiling is full of images in bright blue and yellow colors.  I spend time every few feet leaning against the railing gazing up at it.  One image catches my attention.  It is a figure painted in bright yellow with a face that rivals any depiction of an alien I have ever seen.

Djed Pillar
Ankh
Next I spy the winged double cobra stretched across the ceiling.  This is not an unusual image but what is unusual are the necklaces painted in soft white that hang from each neck.  The necklaces alternate the Ankh then the Djed pillar and then repeat in a straight line.  The Ankh is in the shape of the open looped cross which symbolizes life or water, the Djed Pillar looks a little like a backbone and is the symbol of Osiris, the god of the underworld.

BA
Other figures are faceless as they escort the pharaoh through the gates of the underworld. The two small images I love the most and find the most intriguing are the helicopter on top of a sun disk and a TeePee shape with three antennae on top.  The longer one in the middle sports the BA (pharaoh’s personality or soul in the shape of a bird with a human head) of the pharaoh perching on top. I think it is supposed to be the top of a pyramid with antennae sending signals to outer space?

The helicopter could be a stylized space ship.  The image is quite small and hard to see from that distance.  Should have brought my binoculars!!!

The final tomb is Ramses IV in KV2.  It is not very interesting and I leave very quickly.

By this time I am hot, hot, hot and ready to go back to the hotel.

Later in the early evening I accompany Mohamed to his local coffee shop hang out.  The coffee shops on the west bank are mostly open air affairs with a roof for shade.

Playing Dominoes
Mohamed plays a mean game of dominoes and I watch in awe as he and his three companions slam down the dominoes in quick succession.  No studying of the next move is necessary as they are experts.  As I watch fascinated I sip a Turkish Coffee and smoke sheesha (apple tobacco) through a hooka (water pipe).  I am the only woman in the place enjoying a little taste of male village life.

Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara

LUXOR TEMPLE

This afternoon, Friday September 28, I will cross the Nile again to visit Ahmed and his family to have lunch.  Kalcum is an excellent cook and I look forward to tasting what she has prepared.

On the way to the ferry Mohamed suggests that I should take a motor boat directly from the west bank to the dock at the Sonesta hotel where I am meeting Ahmed again today.  I forgot about that and am very grateful for his suggestion.  It is a VERY hot day and walking from the ferry to the hotel is out.  Besides, being on the Nile is always a treat.

Motorboat
As we leave the motor boat docking area I spy many tourists lined up to get on several motor boats.  The motor boats have covered seating areas complete with cushions to sit on and ones for your back.  A very comfortable way to go.

The meal is delicious.  Kalcum has prepared capons stuff with rice, peppers stuffed with different rice, potatoes in a tomato sauce, mulikai (a spinach dipping sauce for bread), and home cooked pita bread. 

After lunch Ahmed and I head out to explore Luxor Temple.  I have seen it many times, but I want to experience an area I discovered in 2000 when Joanna and I wandered Egypt on our own. Plus Luxor Temple is the place of Serapis Bey the Ascended Master that brought the ascension texts and flame from Atlantis to Egypt.  Recently I found out that part of the temple’s oldest area is dedicated to him and I want to see it.

The area that I found to be full of energy for me in 2000 is just inside the entrance of the temple to the right.  There are three sections. The middle section is the one that “spoke” to me the last time especially inside a raised alcove to the right at the end of the section.

Upon stepping into the section I have a subtle sense of vertigo which increases as I walk to the alcove.  Inside the alcove is the familiar buzzing I felt the last time.  This time it is not as strong, but I find that to be true when I repeat a visit to a place where energy is strong for me. It’s as if the message has been given once and the need to impress it upon me is over.  I ask Ahmed to whom this section is dedicated.  It is for Amun Ra, the main Sun god.  Ahmed tells me he has never been in these sections before!  When he has a group there is time to cover only the highlights.  He is delighted to explore with me and we take our time.

Behind Ramses II Statue
Scratches For Baby Powder
Ahmed shows me the areas I have not seen before behind the massive statues.  There are deep scratches in the stone all over the temple.  These scratches are from ancient times when the mothers would go to the temple to gather a form of powder for their babies.  The stone is soft and when scratched it comes off in a fine powder.  They used it on their babies as we use baby powder today.

Horse Tie Up Holes
In another section of the temple there are holes punched in the wall forming a space to thread a rope.  The Roman soldiers used these sections to tie up their horses.

Christian Painting When Temple Used as Church
The temple was also used as a church and the paintings from that time can be still seen.  In fact, there were 7 churches at various times and in various sections of the temple. 

Restored Colors
There is a restoration effort to bring out the ancient colors happening all over the temple.  Acetone brushed over the surface takes away the dust and grime leaving the colors bright and undamaged.

I explore the area called the Ascension Temple for Serapis Bey.  No energy there for me.  It seems when I think I will feel energy it is not there.  Energy comes when I least expect it.

The Avenue of the Sphinx that in ancient times stretched the 3 kilometers from Luxor temple across town to Karnak temple has been under excavation for quite a few years now.  When I visited in 2010 it was believed it would be completed by 2012.  The revolution stopped the process and it is still unfinished.

Newest Excavated Section Ave
Major sections have been excavated but are not connected.  Ahmed and I plan to walk on one of the newest sections.  We walk down the dirt hill and begin our walk.  All of a sudden we hear and see several wild dogs on the section far away in front of us.  Not eager to get bitten by wild dogs we retreat and leave them to guard their space.

Many of you know I drink Hibiscus Tea from Egypt to keep my blood pressure low.  The finest of this can be found in Luxor and Aswan.  The finest of the finest is for sale in the local outdoor market not in the tourist market.  The price is half what I pay at home for the imported tea from Egypt and the quality double.  Thus our next stop is the local market.

If I am seen with Ahmed the merchant will up the price, so I stand out of the sight of the merchant while Ahmed bargains the price.  He buys a kilo so I can see how much volume it is.  We stop for Turkish coffee and discuss how much I should buy.  I have to be able to fit it in my suitcase once I am heading back to the states.  I will leave my purchase with Hassan in Cairo waiting for my return in January.  In the meantime I will use up the 6 pounds of the tea I have brought with me to last me for the whole of my journey and hopefully my new purchase will fit in that emptied space.

After much debate we decide on 5 more kilos to total 6.  Back to the stand only this time I go in with Ahmed since the price has been set.  After the merchant has filled an additional 3 kilos, I say Halas (stop). Even so I am wondering where I will put the total of 4 kilos.  Karkaday is light so the volume is high.

The day is finished.  We take a series of local taxis back to the ferry landing where Ahmed finds a boatman he knows to motor me across with my large bags full of tea. Once on the other side of the Nile, he walks with me carrying my purchases up the hill to where Mohamed awaits.

One of the best treats of the day is observing the fairly large numbers of tourists in town.  They have come through the desert off of cruise ships docked in towns along the Red Sea or they have come from the resort town of Hurgahda via the same route.  Tourism is so important for the economy and now is a great time to visit!!!

I am happy to get back to the hotel and relax.  The temperature reached 104 in the shade today!  The guess was 120 in the sun.  Whew!!!

Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara

Saturday, September 29, 2012


LUXOR, EGYPT

It's September 27th and time to fly to Luxor for a few days. I'm up at 0245 (AM) to throw on some clothes, eat some breakfast and head out to the airport for my 0530 flight from Cairo to Luxor.  

Yesterday some of Hassan’s relatives from the Delta area visited and brought a famous delicacy from that area.  It is hard to describe, but is very delicious.  Thin pancakes are layered then lightly fried with oil.  Then honey or molasses (known as black honey here) is either added in between the layers or put on the side for dipping.  The pancakes are not as thin as philo dough but thinner than a crepe.  They brought a suitcase full of the pancakes!!!!

This morning for my very early repast Hassan warms up some of the pancakes serving them with a side of molasses.  Yum!!!  And, of course, I have my serving of plain zabady (yogurt) for the day.

While all of Egypt is my heart place, Luxor is it’s seat.  Getting off the plane I can feel the ancient energy.  Mohamed is here waiting for me to take me to my favorite little hotel on the west bank very close to the Valleys of the Kings & Queens and many wonderful funerary temples.

Mohamed at the bread truck
He stops on the way to the hotel to buy some falafal and bread. These are to be for my breakfast. Yes, another breakfast.  It is no good to tell him I had breakfast in Cairo as he will insist I eat again.  They love to feed you here as it is the sign of hospitality.

Downstairs restaurant area Habu
Habu Temple at night
Mohamed’s family run hotel is very rustic, but is clean and restful.  Not to mention it is across the street from on of the best preserved funerary temples, Medinet Habu.  There is nothing like sitting up on the large roof top and gazing on the temple, especially at night when it and the mountain behind is all lit up. The lighting of the mountains is a new occurrence in the last year. 
Mountain at night behind statue of Memnon

I have not seen Mohamed or his mother since 2008.  During my last visits in 2009 & 2010 he has been in Saudi Arabia. He has two children now!  A girl 3 and boy 14 months.  They are darling.  His mother greets me like a long lost sister and insists I have lunch.  She is so lovely and gracious as is Mohamed’s wife.
Habu Temple early morning
Roof Top Terrace Habu

In the late afternoon Mohamed takes me to the local ferry landing so I can cross the Nile and meet Ahmed. I love taking the local ferry.  It is full of interesting people. People watching is a special treat and gives some insight to the local culture and dynamics of interaction between men and women.

From the local ferry I stroll the corniche (a walkway along the Nile) to the Sonesta St. George where I will meet Ahmed in the lobby. Many offers of Calesh lady? and taxi lady? and felucca boat lady? ring in my ears.  Some are more insistent than others.  The best way to handle it is to walk eyes straight ahead like I am deaf.  If I even say La shoukran, they want to know why :-) and the conversation is much elongated.

By the time I reach the Sonesta (20 minute walk) I am hot and dripping.  HMMMM!  Perhaps I should have taken the offer of a calesh, a horse drawn carriage.

Ahmed meets me at 1730 (5:30PM) and we discuss the recent elections and his feelings.  I am not surprised that his view is different from Hassan’s. Ahmed’s view is having democracy is the most important and even though it is not perfect and the leaders are less than desirable now, it will change.  He says it will take time, maybe as much as 10 to 20 years to make the change to the best for Egypt. The educated young people who caused the revolution are between 18 and 30 years of age and have no clear leader.  When they grow older and can organize more effectively then Egypt can grow and change for the good of all.

According to him the Salafists (the extremists) are very good at getting out the vote.  They provide many different services to the poor that the old government would not, such as medical, educational and nutritional.  They sent buses and cars to take them to vote.  They spend time with them educating them about the point of view they hold.  They target the uneducated and poor who are easy to manipulate.  They have 22 TV stations spreading their message, and they have been doing this for years and years.  It will take time to achieve a balance.

In the meantime this is the first president to be elected in a democratic way and he sees this as a very positive step for Egypt while realizing that it is just the beginning.  Even though he is suffering financially now he believes, in the end, it will be for the best.

We now walk to Ahmed’s flat which is not far from the hotel. I am greeted by his children and wife, Kalcum, with much love, hugs and kisses.  We spend a delightful evening together. It is as if we have never been apart.

Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara


Wednesday, September 26, 2012


EGYPT SAKKARA

Hassan and I set out for Sakkara this morning, September 25.  First Hassan treats me to a breakfast of eggplant and onions fried in oil and spices he calls mousaka, falafel and egg mixed together and fried, yoghurt, and Egyptian pita bread.  I say Egyptian pita bread because it is nothing like our dried-up version we can get in America.  Yum!!!!

The morning is fairly cool for this time of year.  The sun is warm but there is a coolness to the breeze.  We are to see the museum containing some of the artifacts found at Sakkara, the tomb of Ptah Hotep, Mereuka,and Kagebni as well as the Serapeum.  These tombs are not of Kings, but of high officials, judges, and scribes and their families.

The museum is extremely well laid out with many wonderful and unusual artifacts.  Among the most unusual are dental instruments and a basket of cheese!  One of the mummies found had a dental crown made of silver.  The cheese is in the shape of balls exactly like you can find it today in the local street food markets.  Mind you I am talking about around 5,000 years ago!

There are also huge alabaster jars that are very symmetrical carved by hand.  They found thousands of these jars in many shapes and sizes.  These jars had various uses including beer and wine.

As we leave the museum we see a group walking towards us coming from a large bus.  They are Americans!!!!  Hooray, this is good news for tourism because if Americans are coming this means tourism may be improving soon.  It is the ideal time to visit especially if you don’t like crowds. 

The mastaba tomb of Kagebni contains some of the most unique depictions of life.  One particular scene shows a man holding what, at first appearance, is a pig.  He is holding it up to his mouth and it appears he is either kissing it or feeding it from his mouth.  Hassan tells me for years this is what is thought.  Recently he was there with a field manager in charge of excavating the worker’s village by Giza.  Richard told him that it cannot be a pig because there are toes on the feet.  It is a dog, a puppy, and the man is feeding the puppy. Probably the puppy was too young to eat on its own.  

Another special scene shows the process of milking cows.  While a man holds the rope that ties the mother by her legs they allow the calf to begin to suckle in order for the milk to release. Then he is “kicked” away while a man steps in to milk the cow.  This is depicted in two scenes: one where the calf is suckling and the other where the man has stepped in to milk.  The look on the calf’s face that has been “kicked” away and the look on his mother’s face as she twists around to look at the man now milking her are priceless.

In other scenes we see dragon flies, frogs, butterfly, and a HooPoo bird. The bird is an especially unusual thing to see.

Mereuka’s tomb has been closed for restoration the past three years.  Hassan is eager to see what has been done.  This tomb is the most wonderful tomb with many fabulous scenes of fishing, hunting, playing games, and the presentation of goods to the deceased.  Some of the fish depicted are still caught in the Nile today.  It is his favorite.  

However, the evidence of any extensive restoration is missing with only some cleaning of the scenes evident and Hassan is very disappointed. This tomb has always been included in the ticket for Sakkara, but now they are charging 50LE,about $8.00. 

Newly opened, the tomb of Ptah Hotep is included in the price of the general ticket. It is interesting, but less interesting than Mereuka and Kagebni.

The Serapeum contains the massive sarcophagi of the numerous sacred bulls buried over many years.  It has been under restoration for about 13 years! It was becoming unstable and needed major reinforcement.

When first Bob and I visited in 1993 and then I again in 1995, the way to the massive tomb was to walk over the desert to the opening of the underground tomb.  The floor was dirt, the lighting poor and the sarcophagi covered with dust.  But even though the conditions were not ideal it was awesome due to its sheer size.  

Today the way to walk is over the old road that curves its way down the hill and was used by the ancients to take the massive sarcophagus into the tomb. How they managed to get such massive pieces into the tomb and place them in their individual places in the carved out spaces in the walls is still a mystery.

As we traverse the road we notice the remnants of the white marble used to pave it.  How magnificent it must have been and how it must have shone blindingly in the sun.

Stairs have been built down to the entrance. Inside the tomb the pathway is now wooden covering the old dirt pathway. At intervals glass inserts show the old dirt floor.  Some of the rooms have massive steel “cages” surrounding the walls and ceiling of the carved wall receptacles. The lighting has improved and the dust removed.

We are walking above the sarcophagi, but one sarcophagus has stairs leading down so we can walk around it.  It has carvings of hieroglyphs and other items all over the black granite.  These things look massive from above, but when I walk down and stand next to this one is when I see just how massive they are.

Only one mummy of a bull, now in the basement of the Egyptian Museum, was found as the place was looted in antiquity.  The bulls were mummified with amulets of gold and precious stones making the temptation too great for the tomb robbers.  How they managed to slide the tops back to rob is another mind boggling mystery.

September 27 will find me winging my way to Luxor. Stay tuned for news from there.

Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara

Monday, September 24, 2012


EGYPT SEPTEMBER 21, 2012

AHHHH!  The smell of Cairo.  There is nothing like it anywhere else on earth.  I happen to love the smell and I drink it in as I leave the terminal to meet Hassan. It is so wonderful to be here; my soul sings.  Even before the plane landed I could not keep the wide grin off of my face.

After visiting the bank window to buy my visa and change some money, I am ready to tackle the line for customs. Going through customs is the most organized I can remember and I am out even before my second bag makes it’s appearance!  Then the realization hit.  The reason it is so organized is because there are no large groups of tourists led by their tour leaders to get through the lines.  There are a few of us scattered here and there, but the lines consists of mostly locals. In the past more than one plane arrived at the same time disgorging many passengers all at once. Tonight it is only my British Air flight. Sad.

As I walk the hall to get to the outside door I am approached several times with the offer of transportation.  La shoukran (no thank you). Hassan is nowhere in sight so I text him that I have arrived and am outside of terminal 1.

It is then a young man approaches me asking if I need a ride.  La shoukran.  But he insists that he can be of service.  I explain someone is picking me up who is a friend of almost 20 years and I always stay with him and his family.  Where does he live?  I have to confess I don’t really know the address.  What section of the city? I don’t really know.  He is shocked.  Give me the number and I will call him.  I do, he does and Hassan explains he has accidentally driven to the wrong terminal!  

Now Cairo airport is not like others.  If you go to the wrong terminal, it is not just a matter of driving around from one to the other.  No, you must go out and around through convoluted ways to achieve your goal, so I know it will be a few minutes before Hassan arrives.  Once the young man knew all was well, he gave me his card and walked away without even asking for a tip for his services! It is customary to give baksheesh (a tip) for any services given, thus my surprise.

Soon I spy Hassan hurrying over to me.  He always picks his groups up from Egypt Air and his car just automatically drove to terminal three.  We have a good laugh over that as we pull my luggage to his car.  As we approach the car a figure gets out.  It is Zayed and in the 2 1/2 years since last I saw him he has shot up to tower over his father.  He is only 14, but he is fast becoming a young man.

Safaa greets us at the door.  Her face is lit up with a huge smile as is mine.  I am home.

Since it is well past midnight by this time, the house is quiet.  Hossam has a big day tomorrow; he starts university!  Doaa is also asleep and soon Zayed goes to bed as well.  Hassan, Safaa and I stay up and chat.

The foremost topic on my mind is the political situation as Hassan sees it.  He is not happy about who is leading the country now.  There seem to be two factions in Egypt, those who want the more conservative regime and those who feel it will cripple the country. The new regime is not paying any attention to tourism or trying to improve the unemployment situation.

Hassan hasn’t worked since February 2011 and, as you can imagine, money is tight.  He was supposed to have two groups coming up in October and November, but after the unrest caused by the inflammatory film against Islam, they were cancelled. He is hoping January will bring in groups again.

The sad thing is, Egypt’s demonstrations over the film are over and were contained in one area. The groups would have been fine to be here. 

I am told there is more petty crime now, but it is felt they are caused by the fact many prisoners were released by the ruling party that should not have been and the severe downturn in the economy are the causes.

Hassan and I will travel to Sakarra, the famous “step” Pyramid and first one built by Imenhotep, on Tuesday to visit two new tombs that have just recently opened and the reopening of the Serapium.  The Serapium is where the sacred bulls are entombed and is a massive place.  1995 was my last visit because it has been closed ever since. 

One of the newly opened tombs is of Ptah-hotep a high priest/vizer of Sakarra.  I am excited to see everything! 

Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara

Thursday, September 20, 2012


SHASTA PEACE GARDEN & MINERAL BATHS

My last day in Shasta began with another walk and mineral bath.  But before I tell about the waters of Stewart Mineral Springs Retreat I go back to the day before and the Peace Garden.

Beginning of Peace Garden Mount Shasta In Background
The Peace Garden is located outside of Mount Shasta City on the way up the mountain. A tiny sign topped with a dove marks the path to the garden. Parking along side the road in the shade I got out of the car and stepped onto the path.



Labyrinth
The peace garden does invoke peace.  Pathways wind through the garden leading to small alcoves containing statues and sculptures.  As I rounded one curve a labyrinth made of grass mounds and dotted with large crystals and geodes invited me to step in.

Peace Pillar
There were colorful strips of cloth containing the thoughts of previous visitors in many different languages hanging from the bushes and trees.  In the center of the garden a tall metal pillar declared peace to the world in several languages.  On a small bench under a tree sat a tool box.  Written on the tool box was an invitation to open it, take out one of dozens of colored markers, a strip of cloth and write a message.  Aha! This is where the strips came from!

St Francis
I wrote my message on a purple strip with green marker and hung it behind the statue of St Francis of Assisi. My message?  “Embrace the mystery wherein all possibilities exist and then the world will be at peace.”


Back to the mineral baths:

The waters here are purported to be the most healing waters in the world!  Who can pass up an opportunity to indulge?  Not me!!!

Each bath is in a small private room containing a claw foot tub, chair with a sheet and a towel and hooks for your clothes.  The tub is partially filled with the 180 degree mineral water and it is up to the bather to add cold to make the water comfortable.  The room is mine for 1 1/2 hours.

The recommendation is to soak in the tub for 10 minutes, get in the sauna for as long as you can, then either take a plunge in the natural pool made by the river outside or take a cold shower. The pool is clothing optional. This procedure repeats a total of three times.

I don’t do nude in public anymore and the thought of putting on my swim suit each time I needed to “plunge” didn’t appeal either, so I took the cold shower.

Each time I returned to my room I added a little more of the hot mineral water so that by the third soak the water was almost all mineral. I could feel the toxins leaving my body.  AHHHHH!  What a wonderful way to end my Shasta experience.


As I write this I am still here in CA. Yesterday, the day I was scheduled to fly to Cairo, British Air sent me a text announcing, with regret, my flight was delayed 5 hours!  Cat & I were already by the airport having lunch in a hotel.  She wanted to go back to her house, but I know better than to try to sort out the connecting flight to Cairo over the phone.

I persuaded her we needed to go do a face to face. Jeffery at bag drop was fantastic.  We all joked around about the few to no alternatives for me.  Then Cat asked if I could fly the next day. She also mentioned it might be great if I could be upgraded to business class since I was being so flexible. I made the comment that I needed to call the Executive Club to do that and would do once I left the airport.

Jeffrey made all the necessary changes to get me on a flight the next day and then handed me the new itinerary. Looking at it I gasped, I’m in World Club! He smiled and handed me my boarding passes in business class all the way! He had checked me in so all I need to do today is show up and drop off my bags! What a gift.  We did an air hug and I left feeling so grateful and blessed.



Skulls forming child size heart



It occurred to me that you might like to see pictures of the 13th skull.  These are screen shots from Susan’s website.


Male and Female halves separated


Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara

Tuesday, September 18, 2012


SHASTA PYRAMID & MAYAN CRYSTAL SKULL

On September 12 I woke early excited about my upcoming experience in the pyramid.  After a walk and breakfast I left for the 20 minute ride into Mount Shasta City. Since I was very early I stopped to wander around the town gazing in the shop windows.  Most of the shops open at 11 or 11:30 with a few at 10:00.

I wanted a particular crystal which led me to concentrate on those shops.  There are so many it was a good thing only one was open that early! I found what I wanted and still had time to spare.  Continuing to look in the windows brought me to a place called the Shambhala Center.  In the window was a story about the Mayan Crystal Skulls and the fact that Susan, the owner of the shop, has the 13th skull.


Metatron Cube on the Pyramid
First the pyramid.  Omaran met me as I walked out to the spot where it sits in the shadow of Mount Shasta.  The cube on the side is the Metatron Cube.  Metatron is an archangel of many talents among them chakra clearing, helping us to link to our inner divine wisdom, and he is credited as ministering the sacred geometry of the universe. 

Pyramid from the side overlooking Mount Shasta
The entry to the pyramid is by following a ramp down and then steps up to a floor located in the middle of the pyramid.  It is pitch black.  The only light is from the transparent peak of the pyramid.

I get situated on the rainbow rug in the middle under the peak.  Once Omaran leaves and closes the trap door in the floor, my eyes begin to adjust and, as he promised, I begin to be able to see.

The next two hours pass like mere minutes. Visions come and go, I sleep, float, meditate, and just generally BE.  It is so peaceful and yet I am also infused with a subtle energy flowing through and around my body. Isis energy. Sacred Feminine energy.  It is soothing and comforting.

Inside My Cabin
Saying good-bye to Omaran I head back into the town and to the shop with the 13th Mayan Crystal Skull. The owner of the skull will be back at 3:30.  I streak back to my cabin, eat lunch and streak back to the shop. 

Note the violet flame in the upper left corner of my cabin! Talk about energy!!!

Susan arrives but is booked for the rest of the day. My attitude was if it is meant to be it will be and I thank her for taking time to consider seeing me. She looked at me for a long minute and asks me to come back at 6PM!  Hooray! 

To kill time I visit the Peace Garden and drive most of the way up Mount Shasta. More about that in tomorrow’s blog.

Susan and I take a carnelian skull that will be mine into her private room. The 13th skull is really two halves of one skull. Each piece is quite small and flat on the back but each also has a face.  One half is female, the other male.  When placed flat sides together they form a perfect child size human heart and have a heart beat!

When I held them joined in the middle of my two hands placed together I gasped; it felt like I was holding a beating heart!  

To determine the purpose my carnelian skull will serve for me, I drew 4 cards from a Tibetan Prayer bowl.  Closing my eyes I passed my hand over the bowl.  Wherever I sensed heat I chose a card until I had my four.

At one point when I was choosing I heard her gasp.  I opened my eyes.  I had chosen the following:
  1. Home (Mother Earth)
  2. Angelic Realm
  3. Transition with the number 13 meaning the 13th skull
  4. Continuum through all dimensions

All this means that my skull, once infused with the energy of the 13th skull, will serve me as I and other light workers help the earth transition to the angelic realm through the energy of the 13th skull and on into the next dimensions.

I’m still reeling from and processing that information.  I am told that I must, while holding my skull, concentrate and meditate on the future of the earth as it needs to be for the good of all. The mediations will begin on Dec 20 and last through Dec 23 at which time the earth will begin in earnest to vibrate at a higher frequency and enter the next 26,000 year cycle.

For many of you I know this is way out there in space.  It feels a little like that for me too, but at the same time it makes total sense. I am honored and humbled beyond words to be given this charge along with 35 others around the world. Go to www.crystal-skulls-mayan.com for more information.

It is no coincidence that I will be in Africa, the cradle of civilization, during this meditation and transition.

Much Love To You All,
Mom/Grandma/Sara