my life I have felt a strong attachment for Egypt, though
I've never been able to travel there. I was devastated
when the Valley of the Tombs was flooded to make way
for "progress." When I lived in Sacramento,
California, I was driving across a bridge and saw a
building that appeared to be a pyramid. I felt such
a strong sense of longing and homesickness that I was
Another time, I was going up the steps of the Rosicrucian
Egyptian Museum in San Jose, California. Suddenly, I
had a vision of myself dressed in some sort of soft,
flowing garment, and I was on a very long stairway on
the way up to a huge stone building. Somehow I knew
it was the steps to a palace.
For many years I suffered from pains in my side. Several
doctors couldn't find a reason for the pain. With the
help of a web site, I discovered I had lived a life
in the Pharaoh's palace as a man who was a stone cutter.
I was charged with making objects of art and inscribing
sacred tablets. I saw my bed and was puzzled because
it was a stone slab raised from the floor, and my "pillow"
was a curved stone that was placed under my neck. Then
I discovered the reason for my present- day pain. I
was sought after by women. I was vain and selfish and
treated them with disdain. One of them administered
poison to me in a drink and I died a painful death.
The pain was in the exact place where I was having pain
in my present life. The instant I learned this, the
pain left me, and I've never suffered from it again.
The second memory of my life in Egypt was extremely
frightening, In that lifetime I was a female. I was
certain I had been a mistress of the Pharaoh and that
I had been sealed in the tomb with his body. I remember
beating against the walls until my fists were bloody
and raw. Recently, I took a tour through a mock-up of
a pyramid's interior. When I got to the burial chamber
I became terrified. I ran from the exhibit and had to
compose myself. I still remember the terror I felt at
Posted May 14, 2010