A few years ago, I took a trip to Egypt.
It wasn’t planned. It was a gift.
And honestly? I never wanted to go.
Egypt had never called to me. I always felt like that chapter—whatever it was—was long closed. Nothing left to uncover. No karmic thread pulling me in. Just… silence.
But since it was a gift, I went. And everything changed.
From the moment we landed, something felt different.
I usually hate airports. They’re chaotic, stressful, full of heavy energy and impatient people. But Cairo?
It was peaceful. Calm. Like home.
And from the very beginning, the people…. The people are some of the kindest souls I’ve ever encountered. I don’t know if it was just how they treat tourists, or if it was something else—but I felt something deep. Like I knew them. Like they were my people. And it hurt in a way that’s hard to explain.
Not guilt—grief. A quiet heartbreak that pulsed with love.
They gave everything, even when they had so little. Their warmth cracked something open in me.
And while I’m not trying to sound arrogant—because trust me, I questioned this too—they treated me like a goddess. Literally. I didn’t see them doing that with others around us. I don’t know why.
But it will make more sense as you read more of my Egypt stories. This was only the beginning.
Trip One: Karnak & the Vision in the Stone
Our first excursion was to Karnak and the ancient temples.
From the moment I stepped inside, it felt like time folded in on itself. I had a vision—but not just a flicker. I was snatched out of time.
Suddenly, I was walking through ancient corridors with towering columns, and I could see everything as it once was. The walls were vibrant with color. It was like daydreaming in 4K. And it felt real. Tangible.
Time was slipping in real-time.
My psychic abilities exploded there. The energy in Egypt is something else. Like pure, raw magic humming through the stones.
And then something strange and beautiful happened.
I noticed a small sparrow—tiny, fast, purposeful—and it led me toward a hidden room tucked off to the left. It was dark inside, the stone almost black, and on the wall… was a scarab. Not a statue. A scarab carved into the wall. The moment I stepped inside, it felt sacred. Like something was waiting for me there.
I didn’t find that space by accident.
The person I was traveling with had been there before, years ago, with her former partner. She told me that an Egyptian man once took them to that exact hidden chamber, had them place their hands on the scarab, and then cursed them to be together forever.
(Yep. Scarab-bound love curse. Real thing.)
She had returned on this trip to symbolically cancel it. And I—completely unaware—wandered into the same space, following a bird, feeling like the queen who had built it, remembering a love so ancient it cracked my heart open.
It wasn’t just a beautiful moment.
It felt like something that had waited for me to return.
Trip Two: Valley of the Kings & the Queen Who Echoes Through Me
On our second trip, we visited the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut before heading to the Valley of the Kings.
Again—instant energy activation.
Walking up the stairs to her temple, I saw the original colors before the guide even told us what they looked like. I knew that behind the temple, there was once meant to be a tunnel connecting to the Valley of the Kings.
And here’s the confusing part. I don’t know if what I felt was mine, or if I was just reading the energy so clearly that it felt like it was.
But it was vivid. Real. Deep.
Maybe it really was me. Maybe I’d walked there before.
Maybe my soul was unlocking a frequency I had carried for lifetimes.
But that’s a whole story of its own.
Trip Three: The Pyramids & My Journey to Orion
Then came the third trip—to the Pyramids of Giza.
Oh. My. God.
Same activation. Stronger.
The moment I saw them, I didn’t just see what was in front of me—I saw the pyramids as they used to be: white casing stones shining under the sun, the golden granite cap glowing at the top. Gardens. Water. Life. Beauty.
It looked like paradise.
It was paradise.
And then something wild happened.
Without trying, I left my body. I astral traveled to Orion.
There, I saw the twin pyramids—the cosmic twins of Giza. The ones that mirror ours, connected across the stars.
Everything there had a strange, violet hue. I was wearing my summer dress, walking among alien plants that felt familiar. As I stared at their pyramids, I saw beings begin to gather. Curious at first, then warm and welcoming. They recognized me.
They knew me.
They hugged me. Touched my face. Held me like an old friend coming home.
It was so overwhelming, so beautiful, that I revisit that memory over and over. It’s like a part of me still lives there. Still remembers. Still belongs.
And that’s it—for now.
I don’t have an ending for this one.
This is just the beginning of a series of Egypt stories. The more I write, the more I remember. This first trip unlocked something deep—memories from this life and many before.
And if I had to sum it all up, this entire journey felt like something I don’t have the right words for. It was more of a feeling—one I couldn’t paint, or write, or capture no matter how hard I tried.
It felt like forgotten love.
Like every grain of sand, every stone, every star in the sky, every soul I passed…
They were all echoes of a love so ancient, so whole, it broke me wide open just to remember it.
Not just the little room in Luxor, built by a queen for her beloved king.
Not just the queen who tried to connect her temple to her husband’s tomb, across a mountain.
Not just the beings in Orion who welcomed me home.
All of it.
The whole trip was like walking through a memory of love—one I had forgotten long ago, but that never truly forgot me.
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