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T h e
U n i c o rn M e s s i ah
( C h a p t e r 1 6 )
A M y t h i c M e m o i r
O f S h a m a n i c K a b b a l a h
S p i c e d w i t h P a r a b l e s & P r o p h e c i e s
F o r t h e C o m i n g E a r t h C h a n g e s
J o s e p h - M a r k C o h e n
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T h e U n i c o r n M e s s i a h
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Copyright, © 2015 - Joseph-Mark Cohen
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ISBN: 0-9737068-6-4
The Unicorn Messiah 2015
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Pra i se fo r
“The Unicorn Messiah ”
Joseph-Mark Cohen’s delightful novel, “The Unicorn Messiah” serves up a delicious buffet of mideastern appetizers: Sufi stories, astrological prophecies, earth mysteries, lucid dreams, biblical midrash, plus tongue-in-cheek parables garnished with authentic Kabbalistic teachings. You will discover within it a Rumi-like caravanserai of characters that is reminiscent of what touches the heart in Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet or the films of Truffaut. The Unicorn Messiah is visionary fiction at its finest.
Barbara Black Koltuv, Ph.D. Jungian Analyst, author of “The Book of
Lilith” and “Amulets, Talismans & Magical Jewelry”. The Unicorn Messiah weaves an intricate, cryptic yet charming
tapestry of Sufi-style teaching stories, new age channelling, wicked spoofs and assorted esoterica. This book is soul food for anyone captivated with kabbalistic lore, astrology, Tarot, UFOs, or life in the Mideast, circa 1975, before the arrival of terrorism.
Dr. Carlos Warter, Founder of The World Health Foundation, author
of “Recovery of The Sacred & Pathway to the Soul”. Joseph-Mark Cohen is likely the “last of the troubabours” walking
among us. His Unicorn Messiah is a richly crafted epic, an extraordinary kabbalistic guide-book that offers 1001 “translations of the untranslatable”.
Samuel ben-Or Avital, founder of the “Centre du Silence”, author of
the “Invisible Stairway”. Deze eenhoorn Messias deelt zeldzame kabbalistische mysteries.
Yvonne Milinsky, Graphic Designer
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Mια γλυκιά και μαγική ιστορία γεματη με σοφούς και διασκεδάζοντας
χαρακτήρες. Λαμβάνεστε στα μυθικά και εξωτικά εδάφη της θάλασσας
κατοίκων της Μεσογείου όπου θα ενώσετε το συγκρότημα όπως
περιπλανιούνται σε αναζήτηση της αγάπης, της αλήθειας και της χαράς!
Alexandra Karacostas, Professional Astrologer, Founder of OPA
François Truffault pourrait bien revenir comme un "walk-in" rien que pour faire de The Unicorn Messiah son dernier film!
Nathalie Amkraut, Feng Shui Healing
“ Se você for apaixonadopelos mistérios da Kabbala, da astrologia e do
poder da cura, ou tem curiosidade sobre o mundo dos sonhos e dos
segredos na sexualidade , você amara este romance repleto de viagens
pelo mundo e grandes aventuras."
- Joelle Maslaton Oster - JoelleMagazine.com
The Unicorn Messiah proves that prophetic voices are still coming out of
the wilderness (with a brilliant sense of humour tucked away in the
camel-bags.) This book is ancient/new storytelling at its finest, magical &
enchanting...
Mitchell J. Rabin, A Better World TV Host & Huffington Post Columnest
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An Astrological Guide for the Cast of Characters
The Arians:
Jared: Our Irish wit, with eyes that dart about like swallows, angular Viking
cheekbones and a silver tongue as agile as a lizard’s. Mr. Jared is a wandering insult to the
prevailing dress code of whatever country you find him in. He is the consummate coyote
walking backwards, breaking into slow motion at the drop of a hat. His clothes are
invariably mismatched and likely to have been fished out of a flea market. He may appear
to be the resident court jester but one should never underestimate the intelligence lurking
in the provocative soul of Mr. Jared.
Jeremy: Vancouver’s beloved gastronomical gourmet, whose recipes appear weekly
along with cheeky reviews of ethnic eateries. Jeremy sports a modest paunch for someone
so devoted to the epicurean lifestyle. He was often in the public eye probing about the
markets in search of secret ingredients for his outrageous tapas and mezze extravaganzas.
Janev, who knew him well enough to know such things, maintained that her partner was
often the guest chef at Vancouver's Hollywood North cafe.
Rashelle: Speaks with a charming New England accent that disarms all those who
approach her. Rashelle has black, hypnotic eyes, and a lithe athletic body. Her deft hands
could crack a safe or pick a pocket of an innocent passer-by. She emanates mysterious
pheromones that have a powerful magnetic effect on Taureans in particular. Rashelle’s
dress code is upscale bohemian. She is the American businesswoman en vacance.
Margo: A gypsy emerging out of the jungle in her martial-arts outfit. She is a self
sustaining, blue-eyed, black-haired Scot with teeth as white as the moon. Margo is the
outdoors Aries woman as pioneer and adventurer. She takes herself lightly and wraps
herself in serapes, sweaters and shawls. She is known to break into Gaelic poetry or song
on festive occasions.
Sari: The laid-back hippie mother of Zohar. Sari most often wears Bedouin dresses
with reds and magentas stitched in geometrical patterns on a shiny black background that
matches her dark eyes. Sari is a strange One by Yossi’s Enneagram count. She is a leader
who has left her family of origin behind to live the bohemian life in Rosh Pinah. She has
theatrical gifts but is often silent, likely conjuring up some mischief in her wild Aries
imagination.
Antonio: Antonio Olivetti is a mercurial Italian documentary filmmaker who began
his cinematic explorations shortly after his career as a soccer player came to an abrupt end.
Antonio walks with a slight limp and takes his soccer ball with him wherever he goes. He
is a highly charismatic man with deep-set eyes that make him look like he is wearing
scuba-diving goggles. His love of foreign woman often proved to be his downfall.
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The Taureans: Bilaami: The talking donkey who arrived in Rosh Pinah at the exact moment that
Yohannah was drinking the cup of the prophet Elijah at the Passover Seder of 1975 on Har
Tzion. The spirit of prophecy rested upon them both like the saddlebags of sexual duality
on two rare seers born out of the Primordial Unity of Pure Being. Yohannah pointed out to
her disciples that Bilaami seemed happiest when under the care of one naked Yeti.
Milton: An impeccably dressed member of the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra who
had only two passions in life: perfecting his violin solos (known for their abrupt stops and
starts) and perfecting his meditation practice in Tibetan tantric Buddhism. Milton told
Yohannah that he was game to try anything once, even if he was a bachelor, a voyeur,
almost a virgin. Janev felt that listening to Milton play Genesis on the violin was more
ecstatic for her than tantric sex.
Yohannah: The androgyne with a page-boy look that keeps everyone she meets
guessing whether she is a boy dressed in girl’s clothing or a girl playing tomboy for the fun
of it. Yohannah’s signature is a wicked Luciferian chuckle that lets everyone know that she
has just seen into the mysterious workings of the universe and decoded the cosmic joke.
Yohannah often uses kohl to line her large blue-grey eyes, which radiate like laser beams
into the human heart or the starry night sky.
Yossi: A five-foot tall Moroccan man weighing no more than 111 pounds. He could
be mistaken for Avelino Gomez, the great Canadian racing jockey. Yossi had a career going
in the theatre before leaving to build a new life in upper Rosh Pinah. He is often seen
rolling a cigarette, sipping mint tea or contorting himself into a sphere like the biblical
prophets who practiced meditation after the fashion of Elijah. Yossi is an Eight by the
Enneagram personality map. He has a hybrid leadership style that falls somewhere
between Krishnamurti’s and Houdini’s.
Eliyahu: Another Moroccan with healing hands and the plaintive voice of a Berber.
He wears a white galabeya with silk stripes and only shaves on Friday afternoons. Whether
he likes it or not, Eli finds himself surrounded by children who enjoy tugging at his tzitzit. Eli is a sturdy-looking being who has studied aikido to keep away mischief, and to prevent
muggers and nudniks from attacking the holy ones of the Old City.
Jezebel (a.k.a. Salome): A serpentine dancer and mesmerizing performer at the 1975
Banyas Bellydance Festival. Salome uncorked a full bouquet of Taurean seductions and
sensualities to entrance the eyes and seduce the souls of all those were lucky enough to
witness her charismatic and shamanic Dance of the Seven Veils. Her ethnic origins remain
a mystery to this day.
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The Geminians: Akiva (aka Akiva ben Zoma HaKatan): A secular Jew from Chattanooga Tennessee.
Akiva is a handsome young lad is his late twenties or early thirties who takes what comes
his way at the a la carte buffet. He sports a goatee and owns a vast collection of tacky
American vests, jeans, shorts, and t-shirts. He exudes cologne and aftershave, even in a
hundred-degree heat. He is known for his full belly, his pocket full of jingling coins, and
his eye for the exotic and erotic.
Pinhhus: Rosh Pinah’s feisty pot-bellied Polish painter with crooked teeth and an acid
tongue. Pinhhus marinates himself in the victim consciousness of a Holocaust survivor. He
is usually found in either aggressive mode attacking whoever might be standing nearby or
passive horizontal mode snoring away a hangover that resulted from a binge of self-pity.
His voice grates on everyone he meets, yet Pinhhus is reluctantly loved by his neighbours,
like a dog who hobbles around on three legs.
Alexander: An elegant, eighty-four year old Italian Catholic immigrant to Israel from
Manhattan. Alexander is in tip-top shape, meandering about the Galilee with his walking
stick and his satchel. He is six feet tall and could be mistaken for Joe DiMaggio if you were
looking at him from the bleachers. He often wears suspenders and carries a gold pocket-
watch, his prize catch from his spell as a refuse collector in Central Park.
Levanah (aka Hhashmalita): The companion and dancer to the magic flute of Daniel.
Levanah spent a year in India studying kathak dance and the art of snake charming. She
dresses in a vast array of saris and transparencies that enhance her wistful, delicate
features. Levanah’s signature is a silver moonstone that asterates from its permanent nest in
her belly-button.
Tamara: Levanah’s younger sister hides behind a waterfall of raven-black hair that
cascades over her nimble kama-sutra body. She was often mistaken for a Sri Lankan
goddess, even though she was one hundred percent Israeli. Tamara carries an Indian
satchel wherever she goes, filled with dates and figs and magical aphrodisiacs. She was
voted Tel Aviv’s most popular and photogenic yoga teacher in 1975.
Sunji: A mischievous gymnastic Gemini who arrived in Israel as a coach and trainer
on a film shoot. Sunji was recruited and obtained very highly paid work, courtesy of
Mossad, the Israeli intelligence agency. He was sent on assignment to the village of Rosh
Pinah to upgrade the self-defence capabilities of the mercenary Nimrod (aka Scarface).
Sunji chose to live a simple life as a cave dweller in Rosh Pinah when he was off duty. He
is very short, somewhat stocky and wears bizarre hats.
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The Cancerians: Hhamdi: A well-known and well-liked Egyptian guide who specialized in Nile boat
tours that allow for lengthy shore leaves at temple sites. Hhamdi was the guide of choice
for independent, maverick tour groups visiting Egypt or for those interested in “the
mysteries” who required special permits to accomplish their goals. Hhamdi was a cagey and
often charismatic Cancerian with eyes that darted about like Horus hawks or falcons. He
had mastered the art of baksheesh for gaining access to crypts and temples that had been
temporarily closed for repairs. In his heart, he had a love-hate relationship with much of
his clientele.
Ivana: A Hungarian gypsy trained by the Jesuits to enjoy all the paradoxes that life
has to offer. Ivana is dressed in shawls and is dripping with amber. Her laugh is infectious.
She knows the imagery and myths of the New Testament inside and out. She offers an
iconographic slide show concerning Mary Magdalene’s visit to the south of France for
those who are interested but her pet project is an oracle deck she calls “The Lover’s Tarot.”
Mark promised her that should it fall out of print he would republish it in the year 2007.
Cherubim: A joyful, simple Coptic priest, Cherubim lives like a desert monk in his
meditation cell in downtown Jericho. He sees the world through the eyes of a child,
looking up in wonder at every chickpea, Egyptian lemon, or jasmine flower that falls into
his open palms. He is often surrounded by saints or icons of saints with full halos.
Hillel: A young Jewish Buddhist in his mid-twenties, Hillel arrived in Israel for a one-
year walkabout and found a messiah who offered transmissions and teachings to his liking.
Hillel is a shy, sensitive lad with soft brown eyes and a heart of gold. He is ready and
willing to learn from everyone, whether they be sober or drunk, wounded or healer,
androgynous celibate or Dionysian celebrant. Hillel’s physical signature is his lunar face,
his cherubic cheeks and his hairy hobbit-like feet.
Rahheli: A petite Israeli waif, Rahheli is willing to become the vessel for whatever
the spirit world might pour through her. She has a tenuous hold on the physical world and
prefers to allow the ruahh hakodesh (sacred spirit breath) and the Hebrew fire letters to
pass through her until she dissolves or becomes one with beings from another world.
Rahheli’s gift for surrender to the spirit world is seen in her mystical eyes and heard in her
musical voice.
Omphallisa: A belly-dancer of Egyptian and Greek origins, Omphallisa was the
founder of a school of dance in Alexandria that explored Egyptian temple dancing, Sufi
trance practices, and Gypsy folk theatre. Omphallisa has the ability to balance candelabra,
swords, coins, and lemons while she dances. In a moment of excitement that was out of
character for a shy Cancerian, Omphallisa asked the bold Akiva if he would like to become
her business manager.
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The Leonines: Alexandra: Our Greek astrologer carries an air of authority about her, along with a
folio of charts that she has cast for her most famous clients. Alexandra’s eyes gaze into the
future and make even the most self-assured character feel somewhat naked. She likes to
wear leotards, mini-skirts, and bikinis which throw the men who gaze lustily at her off
balance. She also wears unique jewellery with large gemstones set in geometrical designs.
Christos: A poet and art dealer who inherited a family home on the island of Hydra in
the mid-sixties. Christos provides hospitality and lessons in Greek mythology for visitors to
the island who are concerned with such things. He holds the keys to the all the churches
and art galleries on the island. Christos projects an air of impish curiosity towards all the
émigré expatriates who have settled on Hydra. Sam claims that he looks like an image he
once saw on an ancient urn of Poseidon, surrounded by dolphins and mermaids.
Zayeed: An aristocratic Palestinian with hands like tree trunks and a heart as big as
the Mediterranean. Zayeed emanates a mysterious aura of silence and chi. One glance
from him can shatter the illusions of his clients or any meandering passerby on David
Street. Zayeed has an unbearable temper, which he keeps under control, thanks to his
martial-arts practice. He hates window shoppers.
Bat Nefsha: Leader of the Mideast Magi tribe and a linguist who speaks Hebrew,
Arabic, Farsi, Aramaic, Spanish and Italian. Bat Nefsha studied ballet as a child before
following in the footsteps of Gurdjieff to study the sacred Sufi dances of the Near East. Her
raison d’etre is to heal all the unresolved karmic squabbles on planet Earth by sharing her
Dances of Universal Peace. Bat Nefsha has a classic Semitic nose, raven-black hair, and the
unpredictable grace of an ancient camel. She is an old soul.
P’ninah: A petite painter, sculptor and theatrical set designer with a passion for fallen
angels. P’ninah travels frequently to both France and India to find inspiration for her art.
The semi-orthodox school of sacred geometry painters in Tzfat doesn’t know what to make
of P’ninah’s pantheon of small time gods and goddesses from alien cultures. Her publicity
photograph shows her precariously mounted on a large wooden statue of Ganesh, whom
she calls the guardian of her Garden of Eden.
Richard: A tall, mysterious and handsome figure from Los Angeles who was found
exploring the Giza plateau in 1975. He was on a reconnaissance mission for a film
concerning a holistic doctor who had a series of powerful revelations during an Egyptian
sojourn. Richard had managed to bribe his way into the King’s chamber of the Great
Pyramid for a night and enjoyed meditating at the very summit of the pyramid in his
attempt to attain “capstone consciousness.” Upon meeting Yohannah, Richard decided that
she was a much more interesting subject for his film than the holistic doctor.
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The Virgoans:
Dr. Milo: A Hungarian Jewish merchant who settled in Cairo, Milo worked for some
years as an ethnomusicologist for the university, until he was thrown in jail in 1956. He
tells stories about the exploits of members of the twentieth century Kabbalah School that
flourished in Alexandria. His teahouse gallery in Jerusalem’s Old City is an oasis filled with
killims and classical music. Milo is a very large man with a shiny bald head and floppy
cheeks. Imagine a slender Semitic cousin of Alfred Hitchcock and you have a decent
resemblance of Dr. Milo. He speaks Hungarian, Arabic, Hebrew, English, and French.
Robert: An amateur astronomer whose family originated in France, Robert was
educated at Oxford University before deciding to hitchhike around the planet to
photograph and write about the archeological sites that had captured his imagination. He is
known for his ability to hold one fractal or shard from an ancient site and describe in detail
the civilization it represented. Robert wears a pair of binoculars as a necklace and sports a
handlebar moustache. There are at least a dozen pockets on each of his well-pressed shirts.
John: Robert’s sidekick wears thick John Lennon-style glasses and a safari hat to keep
the Egyptian sun from frying his brain. A raconteur and gourmandizer, John tends to find
his pet theories misrepresented in archeological journals and the tabloids. His passion for
sacred geometry keeps him stationed in the local coffee shops, where he writes reports for
a number of travel magazines and guide books. John had a near-death experience when he
almost drowned at the age of four. He claims that his total recall of an Atlantean lifetime
was triggered by that event.
Mr. A: A very well-known and beloved figure among the Let’s Go backpack set who
passed through the Jaffa Gate from shortly after the ’67 war until the early eighties. Mr. A.
is often seen caressing his own bald head. His curious eyes survey the scene as he shuffles
about with a shot glass of arak in his right hand. Mr. A. speaks primarily Armenian or
broken English that is understood across Europe and Asia. He has the large nose of a
disciplined alcoholic.
Ramona: A Marrano of Dutch and Spanish descent, Ramona was the most enigmatic
of Rosh Pinah immigrants, reclusive except when her husband Nimrod is away on one of
his periodic field trips. She is a master of herbology and a student of the martial arts.
Ramona was a touch shy by Rosh Pinah standards: she actually wore a two-piece bathing
suit on her rare visits to the mikvah. She was teased by her neighbours for her fair Dutch
complexion and curious Spanish birthmarks.
Marianne: A blond-haired, blue-eyed Nordic goddess who had bought an abandoned
windmill on the island of Hydra and renovated it in style. Marianne swam daily like a siren
in the Bay of Kimini in her electric-blue bikini. She had captured and taken in a number of
sailors and poets who fell hopelessly in love with her. Marianne had mastered the art of
reading the grounds at the bottom of the cup of Turkish or Greek coffee.
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The Librans: Aviva: Wife of Yossi, mother of Pela and source for the deepest layers of gossip
minted in the summer of ’75 in Rosh Pinah. Aviva is full of milk and honey. She is always
nursing someone with her good humour, liberally laced with sardonic remarks that go to
the heart, chik-chak. Aviva is a touch plumper than she cares to admit. She is a graceful
Libran often found gazing into a cool Moroccan mirror. Given that Aviva had her moon in
mysterious Scorpio, she became the keeper of the sexual secrets of Rosh Pinah.
Geulah: Geulah’s mission in life was to guide those who were interested in all the
circuitous pathways that lead back to Gan Eden. Yossi claimed her magnetic field could
keep the keruveem from touching one another with their wingtips. Her Libran curiosity
had led her to a number of unique living arrangements on kibbutzim, moshavs, communes,
and communities of kindred spirits. Geulah and Yossi had attempted a polyamorous
relationship but good old-fashioned jealousy had scuttled their experiment. That happened
long before Geulah discovered her dolphin friend Ulli.
Meeka: The keeper of the major arcana of eighteen different tarot decks from around
the Mediterranean world. Meeka’s eyes are open to the etheric realms and soul histories
that envelop those who knock at her door. Meeka is Turkish, an earthy woman of the
world whose contract with “the guides” keeps her from considering marriage, Israeli style.
Nurit told Mark candidly that she thought Meeka was just as androgynous as Yohannah.
Mark: The first of a wave of west-coast hippies to make their migration to the upper
Galilee to crack the codes of the Kabbalah. Meeka examined Mark’s palm and discovered a
wandering Russian Jew, a cross between Tolstoy and Rasputin. Mark used to say that the
humans most deeply in search of balance were likely the Librans, born under the sign of
the zodiac most prone to falling out of balance. Nurit begged to differ, noting that his Tai
Chi practice would surely keep Rosh Pinah’s scorpions from stinging the Libran she most
adored.
Daniella: Graced with a full head of bronze henna-tinted hair and the voice of a
natural hypnotherapist, Daniella was the caretaker of the most beautiful garden in Ein
Kerem. She was born in Brussels and graduated from L'Ecole de Beaux-Arts in Paris, where
she was also a student of mime. She has a way of speaking without words using only her
fingertips, her hips and the glance of her eyes. Qiara fell in love with the collection of
fountains and pitchers that adorn her patio.
Yakov Kochavi: A psychedelic pioneer from the Berkeley scene in the sixties, Yakov
had made aliya to the mystical mountain village of Tzvat, put on his kippa and his tzittzit, and painted his portal to prosperity courtesy of the Californian tourists who came his way.
Yakov pretended to be a humble waiter in his studio gallery as he incanted his daily
mantra: ness or nanna? Yakov’s passion for and artist’s skill with sacred geometry had
earned him both respect and cash-flow. He fancied himself a visionary capable of guiding
neophytes into altered states of consciousness.
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The Scorpions:
Avi (aka Gavi): Rosh Pinah’s reluctant keeper of the hive. Avi is a bit of a misfit; a
gingi red-haired Israeli with a thousand and one freckles strategically placed on the
landscape of his gawky, wiry body. Avi prided himself on being as the most provocative
and sexually oriented of Rosh Pinah’s Scorpio tribe, at least until the time of his self-
proclaimed near-death experience at the Banyas Belly Dance festival.
Tzipporah: A Scorpio who tortured the Scorpio in Avi. Tzippi is a mysterious, elusive,
seductive, migratory bird who disappears for weeks at a time. Avi feared that she had
succumbed to one of her addictions at the hermitage in the wadi run by Moussa. Troubled
by the faraway but satiated look in her eyes, Avi accused her of abandoning him for either
the brothel or the opium den.
Farkas: A holocaust survivor who wandered through Rosh Pinah at the most
awkward moments to disturb the peace and equanimity of its residents. Farkas was half
Israeli hobo and half Ashkenazi shtetl shmuck. He had a way of pushing people’s buttons
and stealing the things they were most attached to. Hillel maintained that Farkas did him a
favour by stealing his watch. That was before he had a dream that Farkas might one day
detonate an Egged bus.
Nimrod: Rosh Pinah’s resident martial artist, boar hunter, ex-mercenary, and
rumoured member of the Mossad. Nimrod had his own kind of charisma that had managed
to capture the devotion of the Virgo Ramona. Nimrod’s seven scars marked him as
someone destined to be the ultimate survivor. He travelled with his Uzi the way the British
carry a walking stick or an umbrella.
Tami: Ostensibly the keeper of the mikvah, Tami’s cavelike dwelling was next to the
little creek that fed it. Ramona liked to call Tami Shamanita as she was most often seen
giving or receiving a massage near the mikvah by day or smoking a joint on the steps of the
synagogue at night. Tami was known to disappear now and again from Rosh Pinah. Her
neighbours speculated that she was polyamorous and had lovers tucked away in Eilat, Tel
Aviv and Haifa.
Hatifa: A dark skinned Yemenite Israeli whom Avi referred to as Malka Sheva, the
Queen of Sheba. Hatifa was a silversmith by day and a singer and leader of folk dances by
night. Her father was a well-known kabbalist who had settled in the village of Ein Kerem.
Hatifa inherited her father’s mystical temperament but had managed to add her own
Scorpionic intensity and sensuality to create something new: a Jewish Sufi. Hatifa jingled
silver coins and radiated a gold light from her probing eyes. Myrrh served as her perfume.
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The Sagittarians:
Ibrahim (aka Accent Circonflex): Ibrahim’s family came from Transjordan to settle on
the Mount of Olives before the birth of the state of Israel. Ibrahim opened up his shop on
El Wad Street near the Damascus Gate selling all manner of things Bedouin. He had a gift
for impersonating every tourist who passed by his little shop. He sported a Chaplinesque
moustache, a purple kefiyah, and an eternal supply of stylish British waistcoats. He was in
love with the Egyptian singer Oum Kal Soum and often sang her tunes to his clients.
Ibrahim the Egyptian: The gentle proprietor of an ancient Fiat taxicab and guide to
the sacred sites of Cairo. Ibrahim took great pride in his collection of cassettes and he
made sure that each of his guests would inscribe some memorable words in his journal for
him to share with his eleven children. Ibrahim had a most infectious smile which
displayed his eleven teeth, most of which were filled with gold. He was a saint among taxi
drivers.
Reb Moshe: The leader of the Sinai vision quest and guest cantor for most of the great
Shabbat potluck dinners of upper Rosh Pinah. Reb Moshe is a good-natured, generous,
Jupiterian, Sagittarian pundit and guru with a gift for bringing all those around him a little
closer to their authentic self or at least offering them the chance to behold their very own
shadow. Nurit pointed out to Mark that Reb Moshe was the only one who truly
acknowledged the spark of moshiahh within Yohannah. He was one of the first of the
ecumenical Rainbow Rabbis to appear in Israel.
Dhyana: Janev’s dear friend and channel of the high priestess Aset, better known as
Isis. Dhyana is a wise Welsh bard with flaming red hair. She is able to read palms, coffee
grinds, the iris of the eye, the auric field and, of course, tarot cards. She takes great delight
in showing her clients all that appears in their rear-view mirror, treating what she sees
there as the seed or kernel of what is to come. Dhyana makes her living as a vibrational
healer and energy worker. Her soul readings served as either appetizers or dessert for her
clients.
Uncle Moustache: The proud owner of an impeccably well-preserved Peugeot station
wagon suitable for ascending and descending the hills of Galilee. Uncle Moustache’s given
name was Moussa bin Yusaf. His family migrated from Fez, Morocco to the mystic
mountain village of Tzvat in Northern Israel, on a magic carpet, according to his own
report. His golden-yellow teeth and handlebar moustache were photographed often by
Akiva, who tipped him handsomely with coins and colognes.
Shlomo: One of the eight members of Yossi’s Ancient and New Ancestor Circle. Reb
Moshe had appointed Shlomo as a cherub and cantor for chanting the Zohar one night
near the entrance to Mount Sinai. Shlomo was a gifted cook, bodyworker, musician, and
gardener. He was a direct descendant of Adam Kadmon in the mythological mind of Yossi.
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The Capricorns:
Qiara: A tomboy who looks like an altar boy, or perhaps an Italian peasant who has
become at one with her garden. Qiara is a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl who likes to busy
herself with mundane tasks left undone by her neighbours. If she spends too much time
lost in esoterica or scriptural mythology, she tends to get edgy and confused. Qiara is a true
Capricorn; she prefers to act first and think about it later. She has a knack for making
others feel guilty.
Moussa: Certainly the most handsome of the men living in or near Rosh Pinah.
Moussa is half Turkish dervish and half Spanish troubadour. His self-reliance and tenacity
are balanced by his nurturing side: he gives great massages. Moussa takes frequent
journeys to the Negev desert and he religiously journeys within himself under the
influence of his stash of Bakka valley hash and other rare entheogens. He operates a
foreign exchange service offering low interest loans to those Israelis who have outgrown
their local culture or customs and decided to go hhutz l’aaretz.
Yeti: The mother of a funny-looking child named Lufa. Yeti was the proprietress of a
growing loofa sponge business. Her home resembled some kind of Israeli pawnshop; she
had a habit of borrowing whatever and whenever she could from her neighbours and
seldom returned the items. Yeti was the local Rosh Pinah nudist, for which Pinhhus was
eternally grateful. He once painted a vision of Yeti with breasts hanging like a cluster of
ripe grapes from her heart-vine.
Arik: The local Russian spoonbender, jeweller and designer of an unusual
psychotronic ark of the covenant. Arik had a husky and gruff look about him. Even if he
failed to bend metal with his mind, he was certainly capable of bending it with his bare
hands. The deep melancholy at his core was birthed by several unrequited relationships
with women who sensed danger in his auric field. Arik used this as a form of space-age
rocket fuel or a renewable energy to fund his experiments with vortex technology.
Yaqub: Yossi's most devoted fourth way student and an elder in his Ancestor Circle
group. Yaqub's devotion to his beloved Rahheli was what made him tick. Yaqub was like a
bodyguard to the delicate Rahheli: protective, nurturing, jealous, and stubborn as a
mountain goat. Yossi hinted to his circle that Yaqub’s attachments were standing in his
way like Bilaami with saddlebags, stubborn impediments on his path to enlightenment.
Jabrane: An old friend of Mr. A.’s who owned his own Mercedes taxi and spoke all the
languages and dialects of earthlings created after the great earthquake tumbled the Tower
of Bavel. Jabrane’s powerful constitution made him an indefatigable driver, bodyguard,
mountain-climber, and guide to the earth mysteries of the Holy Land for whoever
commissioned his services. His business card read: Jerusalem-Jericho-Qumran-Amman-
Petra: Very Safe Shuttle with Jabrane Pasha.
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The Aquarians:
Janev: Five-foot-three, a sexy, cheeky, mischievous stick of dynamite, loved by
everyone. Janev took her work seriously: that is, the task of scouting out new recipes for
the book she had convinced Jeremy that he needed to write. Jared and Yohannah both felt
that she was a perfect match for Mr. A, who gave her a secret bottle of arak and refunded
her rent as his way of supporting the Armenian cookbook project. The real reason Janev
considered leaving Israel, according to Mr. A, was that she had gained fifteen ungainly
pounds during her stay there.
Sam: A renaissance man, the quintessential, urbane, upper West Side New York
émigré. Sam was the keeper of the best liquor cabinet on the island of Hydra, and
according to the report of his friend Christos, he was the best chef on the island as well.
His humble studio radiated a magnetic field offering a cultural oasis for guest archeologists,
anthropologists, artists, and mystics who had made the Mediterranean world their base of
operations.
Sarah: A young woman in her mid-twenties who, when she takes off her glasses,
resembled Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. Sarah is doing the best she can to let go of her orthodox
Jewish childhood with all its rules and laws, mitzvot and misheggas. When her maternal
duties are complete for the day, Sarah lets her hair down and begins to feel at home with
whatever nocturnal adventures her partner, her Piscean neighbour or Bilaami have
managed to conjure up for her.
Daniel: A troubadour from Toulouse in the south of France. Daniel told his
neighbours in Rosh Pinah that he had been training to be an astronomer at the
aeronautical and space centre there when he had a series of dreams in Hebrew that guided
him to make aliyah. His mastery of the flute and detached irreverent Aquarian bedside
manner inspired Levanah to fall in love with him. Daniel had the toned body of a modern
dancer topped by a pilaf of tangled, curly brown hair.
Damo: A double-jointed shape-shifter who has the power to transform herself into a
crane, a siren, a Sybil, a swan, or even the Sphinx. Damo is a true amphibian equally at
home atop Mount Olympus or swimming in the sea caves of Crete. Mark told Nurit that he
had never met an empath like Damo, who had the fire of prophecy burning in both heart
and mind. She is remembered by everyone who meets her as the Greek goddess with wild
medusa-like hair breaking in waves over her bosom.
Hakeem: The keeper of the Giza Plateau. Hakeem came from a family of Bedouin who
knew all the secret entrances and exits to the tunnels and tombs that surround the Great
Pyramid. Hakeem shared photographs with Mark of a number of celebrities whom he had
guided around Giza, including Jimmy Carter, Meher Baba and Jerry Garcia. Hakeem is a
giant among Egyptians; he has five different solar smiles like Ra, two wives and eleven
children. When he is not guiding guests about Giza, Hakeem can be found playing with
children or smoking his hubble-bubble waterpipe not far from the Sphinx.
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The Pisceans:
Delilah: The catalyst for the great experiment that put Yohannah on the road to Rosh
Pinah. “Delilah is the door of darkness, the void each of us must enter one day, the
wormhole at the core of the galaxy, a total eclipse of the sun, a gigantic solar flare, and a
daughter of Lilith (who knew Adam before he was planted in the Garden of Eden).” She
was all this and more in the mind of Yohannah. Delilah was a re-incarnated Aztec priest
cum contemporary psychotherapist. Yohannah called her “a dark queen from Orion” who
specialized in planetary rites of passage.
Derekh (aka Darhhai Noam): Derekh speaks biblical Hebrew with a British accent and
Shakespearian English with Israeli speech rhythms and inflections. A scholar,
contemplative, poet and philosopher, his excursions into the world of mysticism have
resulted in a number of wounds and accumulated psychic scar tissue from astral battles he
adamantly refused to talk about. It was evident to Hillel and Akiva that Derekh’s
wheelchair was the vehicle for his disciplined imagination, propelling his merkavah
chariot into dangerous waters and the uncharted dimensions of consciousness.
Talya: A successful actress, masseuse and hash dealer, Talya left Amsterdam to live the
quiet life in Rosh Pinah where she added homeopathy to her array of skills. Talya is a
dreamer and recluse who fears that she might disappear inside herself unless she begins to
participate more deeply in the life of the village. She points to Nurit’s verbally abusive
relationship with Pinhhus to explain why she avoids men. She considers her life to be a
series of fascinating alchemical experiments.
Batsheva: Talya’s wild half-sister who sees and speaks with beings that live in other
worlds. Batsheva left her position as lead dancer in the Bat Dor dance company shortly
after the ’67 war when she lost her partner Daveed. She travelled to Turkey to spin with
the dervishes and a year later went to Indonesia to let her soul fly with the spirits during
latihan with the Subud mystics. When Batsheva was neither spinning nor in trance she
used her sexual exploits as an aphrodisiac for her soul.
Nurit: As spicy a Pisces as you could find, Nurit swims like a mermaid and her kisses
taste like wine. There is a touch of the cave woman about her; her face is decidedly Dutch
Neanderthal and she has the mouth of a rare fish found not far from Sharm El Sheikh. She
seldom had a shekel to her name and declared that the relationships she wove into her life
were her way of paying off debts she owed from other more adventurous lifetimes. Nurit
hosted at least four sub-personalities: possessive Jewish mother of her boy Uri, muse to her
alcoholic husband Pinhhus, Dutch-speaking neighbour and spy for the prophetess
Yohannah, and poetess-lover whispering gossip and dreams to her scribe in the wadi.
Latifa: A Jewish Berber nomad who used her belly-dance rhythms as a passport to
Persia and beyond. Latifa was a petite, bronze-skinned green-eyed Fish, swimming in the
mystical waters of Northern Israel. She had hesitantly left her anthropology career to
follow the bold Bat Nefsha in her bid to bring peace to the Holy Land through hypnotic
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Who has one voice & four feet in the morning two at noon three feet in the evening? Is this Tefnut Aset? Asnat? Miriam at the mikvah? or poker-faced Ra-Harmakhis? Staring down Shemesh Hhor-m-ahhet one ear missing now Hu one ear listening For the play of pulsars pole-stars gamma-rays ghosts in the grand gallery Cairo Traffic. The call to prayer, Song of Akeru aku: the first ehiyeh echoing Adam El Aha Whisperings from Ha’olam. What secrets lie hidden in Saharah sand? Starship Asar? The boat of Ra?
Come dream with us between the paws of the Sphynx Scan the records Touch etheric pillars carved out by sound balance the hemispheres Pass your hands over Autiot Ha’Kodesh fire letters inscribed On star tablets watch Vela X flare up like a second sun in the sky Supernova remnant ot the tribe of Benyamin astronomer-preist of On Come feel vibrations dispatched in the star-quake of 69
(From : Aleph 2160, A Zodiac Oracle)
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eaving Mount Sinai was not as easy as Mark had imagined. Damo’s driver with
the Mercedes was a no show. She was incensed. “Give me a stubborn Greek
donkey or a lazy Egyptian camel any day. Hamid probably fished up some
Scandinavian scuba divers in Sharm who were willing to pay three times our
price.” Alexandra mentioned she had learned that Hamid had two wives and eight
children to feed, so how could they blame him. That seemed to settle Damo
down. Akiva did the chivalrous thing by offering to go to the tourist village
reception to track down alternate transportation. He returned to the gate outside
the monastery an hour later in an ancient Peugeot, with Ibrahim at the wheel. It
was a tight fit getting all the gear tied to the roof.
Ibrahim pleaded gently with Akiva, “You can rest, let me handle it.”
Akiva took photos of the seven tries it took to get it all tied down, but
Ibrahim was evidently a patient man and never once did he swear at his ancient
Peugeot.
Mark took the opportunity that morning to catch up with Damo who had
decided to winter in Cyprus in a little villa not far from her friend Theophanos.
Mark almost envied her, her sweet village life on Cyprus. He asked about
Daskalos. The big stir that winter had to do with one of Daskalos’s researchers-of-
truth who was given a green light to write a book about his teachings. Mark felt
that it would be a very good book and he mentioned to Damo, candidly, that he
was hoping to do the same thing one-day around the teachings of their fellow
traveler, Miss Yohannah. Mark did his best, in the time it took Akiva to find
Ibrahim, to fill Damo in on what had transpired in the six months since they had
last seen one another. It was impossible. Damo did enjoy what she heard of the
Passover Seder, the Jericho retreat, the garden of Mary Magdalene and the recent
vision quest with Reb Moshe. She had known all along that the gods and
goddesses had arranged an exchange: she was destined to bring him and Sarah to
Daskalos; he was destined to introduce her to Yohannah. Mark had wanted to
connect her to Rahheli as well so that she could experience the dance of the
letters. Unfortunately, Rahheli was busy that morning working out some
relationship dynamics with her partner Yakub.
Once the last of a few rounds of good-byes was over, the packed Peugeot
with six passengers (counting Ibrahim as a passenger as well as a driver) began its
full day journey to Cairo. Mark felt like he was on a ferry once again that
connected Mediterranean ports. Alexandra was an Athenian, originally from
Samos, who had friends on the island of Hydra where Sam lived among all the ex-
patriot poets and painters. Damo now had a kind of duel citizenship between the
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islands of Lesvos and Cyprus. Akiva was certainly a citizen of the planet at large,
but somehow represented Tel Aviv or Yaffo in Mark’s mind. Ibrahim told them
that his family came from Alexandria where Alexandra was bound to live one
day.
“So what port or portal am I the guardian of in your budding cosmology?”
Yohannah inquired without really expecting a reply.
“On, the Egyptian Heliopolis,” Mark stated matter-of-factly.
“By your own report, you are Dutch, born from the tribe of Benyamin?”
Yohannah nodded. “Benyamin was initially called Ben Oni, son of my power,
by his father Ya’akov before his name was changed to Binyamin, son of my right
hand. So, Ben Oni was a child of On where the priests lived and made their
journeys to the realm of the imperishable stars. You like to go star-walking, do
you not? I bet you were visiting your friends in the Milky Way all last night, from
Sirius at one end to Lyra at the other.”
Yohannah smiled. “A scribe you’re not, but as a detective in the tradition of
Inspector Clouseau, you have great potential. I gather you’ve had a chance to
browse through that Egyptian guidebook that Mister Jared, friend of the
starwalker Enoch, gave you at the airport before he departed for Dublin.”
“You bet” was Mark’s reply.
It is possible to learn many things about your fellow traveling companions
during the course of a twelve-hour journey by taxi through the desert. Mark
learned that their impish and charming driver Ibrahim was the father of eleven
children and that he had many dental problems. Ibrahim liked to smile at his
passengers often and display the eleven teeth that were left in his mouth. Damo
discovered that Yohannah was much more fun and easygoing to be with on a
daily basis than her beloved Daskalos. However, Yohannah was unpredictable
and tended to poke and prod when she least expected it. Alexandra found out that
that the prophetess was a Taurus born on May 3rd. She discovered that Mark was
an astrologer like her, but there were some serious bones of contention between
her astrology rooted in the pantheon at Olympus and Mark’s version associated
with the spheres of the kabbalistic Tree-of-Life. Alexandra knew that “gematria” was a Greek word that referred to a kind of number mysticism that Pythagoras
had explored. But the use of it in astrology with harmonics, quintiles, septiles,
noviles and the lot were “Hebrew” to her. She was interested in casting a chart
for the day that Yohannah expected to disappear from the earth plane: September
26th, 1975. Akiva learned that there was more happening inside the mind of a
Greek woman than he ever imagined. He immediately applied a primary
Pythagorean principle to long segments of the journey: “silence is golden.”
Yohannah discovered that the Red Sea wasn’t red at all. It was blue like most seas
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she knew. She learned that the isthmus or the tzar, the narrow road that the
Hebrew people and the mixed multitude had crossed to get to the Sinai, had long
since closed up. But when she went for a swim in the Red Sea or the Sea of Reeds,
she swore that she could hear the voices of the Egyptians who had drowned,
when the sea which had parted for the Hebrews, engulfed them. Ibrahim
discovered that he had the good fortune to have found a group of new friends
who really knew very little about the country he was taking them to. That
pleased Ibrahim to no end.
Yohannah sensed that their chauffeur was the quiet kind of guide who
would become a great treasury of wisdom and esoterica, but only if he was asked
the right questions at the right time. She asked him where he would take her
friends if they only had five days to explore in the environs of Cairo.
Ibrahim contemplated the assignment, massaged his bald head three or four
times and replied, “Well first I must take you to Saqqara. It is the temple of
healing and your group seems to have some kind of interest in healing, yes? Your
friend Akiva, he has enough baksheesh to buy you some private time between the
paws of the Sphinx. You will enjoy that, I am sure. Old Cairo is a must for the
Coptic churches, the synagogue and the mosque. And no one ever leaves Cairo
without placing their traveler’s checks on the altar at the Khan-El-Kalili. The two
places I could take you that not many find are the monastery of Macarius in wadi
Natrun on the desert road and a church at Mattaria where Mary, Jesus’s mother, is
appearing to those who can see her. Of course, I have a friend, Hakeem, who can
help you get into the pyramid in the middle of the night when no one is looking.
Excuse me, Miss Yohannah, why only five days? Egypt is a fascinating country.
We have feluccas and cruises on the Nile from Aswan to Abydos. I can take you
home to my family in Alexandria. Who knows you just might find the lost
library. Your friend Akiva made me promise to take you to as many belly dance
performances as we can find. Five days is nothing. It will pass, as the Israelis say,
‘chik chak’.”
Yohannah gave Ibrahim a loving caress to his bald head, “Ibrahim, you will
be our guide.”
Ibrahim was the only one awake for the last three hours of the drive into
Cairo. As his little Peugeot made its way towards the Giza village, one by one his
passengers awoke to the jazz cacophony emanating from the Cairo traffic. Damo
had asked him to take them all to the Mena House Hotel where her friend
Theophanos had reserved a double room for a few nights on her behalf. Prophets
have been known to go thoroughly mad when they return from the desert to
civilization. Going from Mount Sinai to the metropolis of Cairo was quite the
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shock for Ibrahim’s passengers. When they arrived at the hotel, Damo took
charge of the proceedings, got keys for the room, and gave Ibrahim the hug of his
life. Yohannah asked him to come fetch them after breakfast for a day trip the
next day to Saqqara. The hotel room had a balcony with what the bellhop called a
“pyramid view.” Yohannah was delighted and claimed the balcony for her
sleeping accommodations. That still left four ragged minor prophets to figure out
how to share two double beds. Once Yohannah was out of the way, the great
mystery was who would sleep with whom, in what bed. Damo cut the ice by
asking who in the room would like to sleep with her. There was no lack of
interest among her friends. She made her decision the Aquarian way, by
divination. Mark picked number seven and had the good fortune to sleep that
night in the bed with Damo. Akiva and Alexandra went for a long walk,
ostensibly to check out the restaurant situation and marvel at the architecture,
the woodwork and the magnificent chandeliers of the Mena House. Yohannah
jumped over the ground floor balcony that night and took a stroll by moonlight
right to the Great Pyramid. She took note of a few adventurers, riding beautiful
Arabian horses through the nearby desert before returning back to her balcony
for a night of lucid dreaming.
The tribe awoke early enough the next morning to unpack, shower, catch a
hearty buffet breakfast and prepare for their day trip to Saqqara. Ibrahim had
been waiting for them patiently for at least an hour. The ride to Saqqara was
magnificent. Akiva shot a whole role of photographs of polluted canals, water
buffalo, goats, water wheels, carpet shops, smiling Egyptian children and fertile
fields en route to Saqqara. Ibrahim made one stop for them at a site he said was
older than Saqqara itself. He took them into a field of large stone sculptures of the
Egyptian goddess Hathor.
Akiva freaked. “It’s her!”
“Her who?” asked Alexandra.
“The goddess with cow ears that I dreamt about that first night in Sinai. This
is the one that appeared out of the fire instead of the golden calf.”
Yohannah did what she could to calm a somewhat hysterical Akiva down.
She explained that Hathor was a goddess in Egypt who was revered with dance,
music and objects of beauty.
“The jewelry that the Egyptians gave to the Hebrews when they left was
most likely the property of the goddess Hathor. When Aharon had all the gold
melted down, it just went back to its original owner.”
Everyone laughed at Yohannah’s wild theory, except Akiva.
Ibrahim smiled and spoke with conviction, “This is something our
Egyptologists really should consider.”
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Ibrahim handled all the entrance passes and paperwork required at Saqqara.
He told the group to take as long as they wanted. He would be waiting at the
entrance for them. He apologized to them, saying that he would like to
accompany them but he was not a government approved guide and it was illegal
for him to do so. Saqqara was reasonably deserted that day except for one
talkative French tour group. Yohannah caught a little of their tour guide’s rap and
combined with Mark’s guide book, plus Damo’s oracular radar, they had all the
resources they needed to explore the ancient healing academy of Saqqara. Saqqara
was the home of the legendary Imhotep who was revered as Sage, Architect, High
Priest, Astronomer and Doctor. Damo reported that Imhotep and the Greek
founder of medicine Asclepius were one and the same.
At the entrance to Saqqara, there was a series of pylons in clusters of two and
four that everyone had to walk through before entering the central courtyard.
There were forty-two columns in the colonnade, thought to represent the
provinces of Egypt. The columns had been reconstructed painstakingly from bits
and pieces found buried in the sand by a French archeologist who was devoting
his life to this work. Damo did a quick count of the pylons and counted twenty-
two pair with some kind of break between the eleventh and the twelfth pair. She
intuited that the pillars were guardians. She claimed she could clairaudiently
hear the voices of each of the major arcana from the tarot. Then Damo moved
through them as a dancer sensing energies with the palms of her hands. At the
sixteenth pair of columns, she began to shake quite dramatically. Mark caught up
with her to see what was happening. Damo had fallen into some kind of trance,
which she came out of quickly after Mark threw water on her face. Everyone
from the group tried out Damo’s energy experiment between the columns,
including Yohannah. When they arrived in the courtyard, the consensus was that
the experience was one of balance, with the exception of the sixteenth column.
Mark suggested that if the pillars represented tarot initiations, the sixteenth
would have been The Lightning Struck Tower. He encouraged his friends, given
that they were entering a healing temple, to focus on the lover’s card or perhaps
“Temperance” instead.
The group walked slowly in a kind of procession led by Damo toward the
Step Pyramid of Zoser. As they approached the pyramid, a young British man,
named John, introduced himself and asked if he might join their group for a bit.
“Be our guest, better we should be a six rather than a five.”
She introduced John to her friends. John explained that he was writing a
book on the pyramid texts and asked Yohannah if they would like to join him for
a visit to the pyramid of Unas. He explained that Unas was a king who reigned
from 2356 to 2323 B.C. At the mortuary temple before entrance to the tomb
itself, John pointed out the lion headed neter Sekhmet (sculpted in basalt), the
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goddess of death in her aspect of consuming fire, the destructive aspect of
femininity often connected to mortuary temples. Damo gently corrected John,
proposing her idea that the trinity of the Ptah-Sekhmet-Nefertum represented
anabolic-catabolic-metabolic energies at work in the universe. John gave a
knowing look to Damo as he lead them down a passageway, through an
antechamber, past three huge granite slabs into the burial chamber of Unas, with
every inch of the wall inscribed with hieroglyphs. He explained that the glyphs
were cryptograms that later became known as the Egyptian Book of the Dead. He
mentioned that the book (which really was not a book) should really be called
“The Book of the Coming Forth by Day” or “The Book of What is in the
Underworld” or “The Book of Gates.” Both Yohannah and Damo had begun to
scan the glyphs with their hands. Mark tested the acoustics of the chamber,
which startled John. Akiva and Alexandra began to climb into the empty tomb
but Yohannah stopped them with one hand gesture that let them know it was not
their time. Yohannah asked the group to meditate with her for a moment. She
whispered that if they were willing, she would guide them, like Unas, to the
realm of the imperishable stars.
The group emerged from the Tomb of Unas into the heat of the sun. John
asked if they would like to join him at a special spot he had discovered behind the
step pyramid called the Sokar mound. He felt it was the most ancient energy
available at Saqqara. He mentioned that no one had yet found the tomb of
Imhotep at Saqqara, although every archeologist worth his salt knew that it was
there. He asked his friends to attune to the energies of the earth and all that was
stored beneath the Sokar mound. After about five minutes of meditation, Damo
began to speak in a language that was foreign to them all. She spoke for no more
than a few minutes but the power of her words shook each of them to the core.
John experienced unexpected tears of joy. He told Yohannah that Imhotep
himself had spoken to them through the vehicle of Damo.
John mentioned that he was staying at the Mena House for a few days and he
hoped they could connect in another day or two. Damo disappeared for about an
hour as everyone made their way back to the entrance where Ibrahim was
waiting for them with refreshments.
“You look like a mummy who has come out from the underworld, Miss
Damo.” She smiled at Ibrahim, caressed his bald head the way Yohannah had
done the day before and received a gift from him, a little circular ceramic disc
with a cross and four dots on it that he had found in the sand that afternoon.
“This is for you, Miss Damo, a gift to remember your friend, Ibrahim.
”Damo held it tightly as she read her translation of the Pyramid Texts en
route back to the hotel:
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Atum, this, thy son is here, Osiris, whom thou has preserved alive-he lives!
He is not dead, this Unas is not dead: he is not gone down, this Unas is not gone
down. He has not been judged, this Unas has not been judged…
The Father of Unas, Atum, seizes the arm of Unas and assigns Unas to…the circumpolar stars. Thou art to purify yourself with cool water of the circumpolar stars.
Thou hast become being, thou hast become high Thou hast become Spirit! Cool it is for thee in the embrace of thy father, in
the embrace of Atum. O Unas, thou art not gone dead
Thou art gone alive to sit on the throne of Osiris.
Utterance 219, 269, 214, 213 from: “The Pyramid of Unas”
By Alexandre Piankoff.
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16.2 A Camel Ride to Atlantis
t was late afternoon by the time Ibrahim dropped his weather-beaten tour
group at the doorstep of the Mena House. Yohannah felt that an afternoon nap
might do everyone the world of good.
“Who knows what might surface in the dream state?” she mused with a
clairvoyant twinkle in her eyes.
So each member of the Saqqara expedition fell into a coma that afternoon,
with the exception of Akiva, who had decided it was time for him to dive into the
Mena House swimming pool. Akiva enjoyed something like four hours of iced
karkedi, tahhina and pita, Egyptian pastries and conversations with beautiful,
exotic women from around the Mediterranean world. He was having a grand
Gemini time of it, practicing the Arabic he had picked up from Ibrahim, his guide
to “shopping, sightseeing and eating out.” Akiva had learned how to say aiwa, shukran, dayyet tariki, baksheesh, mumkin, and mishmumkin, by the time his
friends had arisen and made it to the pool. The afternoon dreams were just as
deep and as lucid as Yohannah had predicted. Mark reported a conversation he
had with Ptah himself about the science of acoustics. He returned from his
dreaming with the feeling that kabbalah had been taught in Saqqara. Mark told
Alexandra he planned to write his friend Ivana when he returned to Rosh Pinah;
he had an idea for creating a deck of cards called “The Tarot of Saqqara.”
Alexandra shared fragments from her dream that had taken her to both Saqqara
and the Asklepion in Greece. She described a strange place where she had seen
mummified bulls from the age of Taurus. Damo let her know that the place
existed, but there just wasn’t time to visit it that day.
Damo humbly confessed to her friends that the experience on the Sokar
mound with Imhotep was the deepest channeling that had ever come through
her. She wanted to know what it was that had come through her. Yohannah let
her know that her companions had very little cognitive understanding of the
ancient Egyptian dialect she was speaking, but the healing vibrations that
emanated from her heart as she spoke were very powerful. Damo related her
dream that afternoon of being taken aboard an extraterrestrial space ship. She
painted a picture of what Mark sketched as a fountain at the core of the ship that
converted the energy of hydrogen into fuel for the craft.
Yohannah’s dream put her in touch with a number of healing modalities that
she assumed were part of the curriculum at Saqqara. She claimed that Imhotep
had taken her on a ceremonial voyage that incorporated essential oils, vibrational
elixirs stored in coloured glass bottles, sonic frequencies that modulated her
brainwaves and a vril staff like the one Moses is reported to have used for crossing
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the Red Sea. Akiva didn’t have any dreams to share that afternoon but he was a
good listener.
The day was beginning to cool off and Damo invited her friends to an early
dinner at the Felfella near the hotel. Yohannah led a stroll to enjoy sunset near
the pyramids before catching a taxi to the restaurant. Damo took them to a place
called the “Sun Boat” where they watched Ra set in the west over Libya before
falling into the underworld for his nightly round in the duat. Ibrahim found them on the way back from the great pyramid and took them
to the Felfella restaurant where he joined them for dinner. There was live music
and a great spread of appetizers, but no belly dancer that night. Akiva was
heartbroken. Alexandra recommended they might still catch the sound and light
show. She had a new friend, Jamil, who owned a perfume bazaar at the entrance
to Nazlat-el-Samman, with a perfect view of the Sphinx. Jamil’s youngest
daughter met them at the door and happily escorted them to the roof where they
found an international gathering of esoteric types mingling and excited to catch
the show in both its French and English versions. John was taking photos for
friends with his British traveling companion, Robert. He said dryly that the show
conjured up the ghost of Cecil B. Demille more than the ghost of Cheops.
Jamil welcomed his visitors from Greece, Israel and Chattanooga, Tennessee.
The light show projected upon the sphinx and the great pyramid was majestic,
even if the soundtrack was orthodox egyptologically ‘tacky’ according to John.
“Who knows who this Sphinx really is?”
Robert’s query precipitated a great debate as to whether the sphinx was a he
or a she. John was convinced that her profile was not the face of Chephron.
Yohannah surprised them all by suggesting that she was the goddess Tefnut
awaiting friends from her home galaxy to arrive on Spaceship Earth. Jamil took
them down to his shop for mint tea and samples of his perfume oils. Damo asked
for one called oud; the oud Jamil brought her was not the real oud that Damo was
looking for.
“Malesh” said Jamil as an idea passed through him, “How would you like to
take a camel ride tonight by moonlight to Atlantis?”
It was an invitation that no one dare refuse.
Jamil went to the nearby stable with his moonlight camel tribe, and secured
as many camels as were available that night. It was necessary to double up on two
of them. Bed companions were instantly transformed into camel mates. Alexandra
hung on tight to her Tennessee cowboy and Mark hung on for his life to his wild
Greek goddess, Damo, for fear that she would fall into trance once again. Jamil
confessed he was allergic to camels himself and came by horseback. Yohannah
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decided to join him, on his horse. Jamil took it as a compliment. John and Robert
each had their own camel and filled the group in on the significance of the solar
cross.
John pulled a battered map out of his shirt pocket, waved it in the moonlight
and explained, “A man named Rocky was the first we know of to discover the
site. He meticulously mapped out the Giza plateau to find, to his amazement, that
the pyramids all lined up along a Fibonacci spiral that has its epicentre in the
desert a mile or two from the great pyramid. There is a shaft that goes down into
the depths of the earth at the epicentre. You will see it when we get there. There
has been much speculation about the alignment of the pyramids on the spiral.
Robert feels that the pyramids make a picture from deep space that would show
visiting aliens the position of planets in our solar system at the time of the
Zeptepi.”
An unsteady Robert loosened his hold on a finicky camel and managed to
catch his hat just before it fell off.
“I’m looking for some seed money for a film that will require high level
animation to pull it off. I’m going to need a team composed of the best psychic
archeologists on the planet. The first half of the film takes place on a space station
or a mother ship with a group of beings from Vega or Ma’at who have returned to
free some of their friends who got left behind after an accident many thousands of
years ago. The placement of the pyramids on the plateau is the access code for
finding their friends. The animation part of the film works like a zoom lens to
open up the records of a lost civilization that exists intact spreading out for two or
three square miles underneath the Giza plateau. I had my first glimpse of this
civilization during a meditation at the solar cross three years ago. If you see
anything interesting on your inner vision screen, do let me know. It’s worth a
dinner at the Indian restaurant in the Mena House or an evening of belly dance in
the heart of Cairo.”
Akiva let Robert know that he planned to take him up on that evening of
belly dancing. He promised to introduce him to his favourite cousin in England
who just happened to be a crack animator.
“Funding shouldn’t be a problem for a project like this,” Akiva mused, oozing
self-confidence.
Robert acknowledged Akiva’s offers with a tip of his cowboy hat. Jamil was
the first to arrive at the sinkhole, which was only visible from a sand dune above
it. Yohannah beat him to the site, as Jamil had to tie up his horse by putting its
lead rope securely underneath a pile of rocks. Yohannah was peering down the
sinkhole as the group arrived. Once they were all there and before Jamil or John
or Robert could say a word, Yohannah threw a stone down the sinkhole.
Everyone listened intently, but no one ever hears it land.
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Akiva made a go at Robert’s prize for psychic acuity. “I can tell you exactly
where that rock is landing: Antarctica. You heard me right, Antarctica. I have it
on high authority that is where Plato’s Atlantis really is. Not offshore Santorini,
not the Azores, not Bimini, just north of the South Pole.”
Robert looked at him sternly and demanded that Akiva add a few grand to
the film-funding project. “We’ll need it to arrange for your private belly dance
show on your own iceberg. John chipped in that Antarctica could be melting as
they spoke and that “the oceans may rise more than a few meters, just as Mr.
Cayce prophesized.”
Yohannah assumed a meditation posture as her way of putting an end to
unnecessary banter. Damo followed suit. The silence was punctuated with the
howl of the desert wind, the howl of an occasional coyote, the barking of stray
dogs, the neighing of a horse and the drone of Arabic music pouring out from
homes in the Giza village.
After a few minutes of meditation, Damo offered her report. “Your film
project is reasonably sound, but it could use a little fine-tuning. There are many
temple structures or what you could call time capsules beneath the plateau. That
group of aliens had some misfortunes with their attempt to create a colony here
on earth. They knew that they were trapped and could see far enough into the
future to know that our civilization could have the same fate. They left us their
technology. They thought it might prove useful. One of their spacecraft, which
was going as Yo here says – nowhere fast – is buried beneath these sands.”
Mark noticed that both John and Robert are taking notes as Damo spoke.
Yohannah asked her if what she was viewing was what had been called by
channels “The Hall of Records.”
Damo tuned in for a moment with a faraway look in her eyes and reported
back, “Yes and no. The whole city beneath the plateau holds records that will
astonish all those with a myopic view of earth history. But what you call “The
Hall of Records” is much closer to the Sphinx. We may have occasion to visit it in
the very near future.”
Damo made some unusual mudra like hand gestures as if she had been taking
dictation from invisible guides. The coyotes were howling once again and Jamil
suggested that the group should return. Yohannah protested, claiming that they
needed at least another twenty minutes of meditation. Jamil replied courteously,
“be my guest” and wandered off to have a chat with his horse. Akiva mentioned
to Alexandra that in Israel, he had a donkey that he had chats with just like Jamil.
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There are no more channelings that evening, but every member of the group
returned to Jamil’s perfume palace in an altered state of consciousness. John
looked at his watch and noticed that it was past midnight. He invited Yohannah
and whoever might arise early the next morning to join him and Robert for a
sunrise meditation at the Sphinx.
Akiva found the group a local taxi to take them back to the Mena House.
Alexandra and Akiva went back to the room exhausted from their camel ride to
Atlantis. Yohannah, Damo and Mark stayed up for another hour in the lobby bar,
discussing all that was buried in the sands beneath the Giza plateau.
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16.3 The Riddle of the Sphinx
amo, Mark and Yohannah made it to the rendezvous point about an hour
before sunrise. John bought their entrance to the Sphinx with an American
fifty-dollar bill drawn upon “The Bank of Baksheesh.” Farag didn’t understand
John’s dry British wit but liked his client nonetheless. Farag needed some time to
get enough Egyptian pound notes to pay off the half dozen or so guards that
patrolled the area. He also needed his morning pack of cigarettes, which he
offered to his clients on a number of occasions. Their entrance to the Sphinx
involved a circuitous route with a little ducking behind rocks and occasional
pauses to let a guard or two pass without notice along the way. Mark imagined
that it was a game that most adventurous tourists to Egypt played at one time or
another.
“Fascinating little sub-economy,” was Robert’s sole remark. Farag took them
to the rump of the Sphinx and whispered something about an entrance there. It
would have to wait for another occasion in the middle of the night. The price
would be a fair bit higher as well. The destination that morning was a spot not far
from the belly of the Sphinx, technically somewhere just above the paws. Mark
noticed that the head of the Sphinx had a much different texture from its leonine
body. He noticed that the hard outcrop that forms its head suffered not from
natural exposure, but from something else. Farag pointed out that it had been
used for repeated artillery practice during the 18th century. John reminded his
friends that Edgar Cayce once had a trance vision suggesting that there were
empty chambers hidden beneath the paws of the Sphinx.
“The idea is that the chambers create a resonance that we pick up in the
hemispheres of our own brain.”
John picked up a kheper beetle and mumbled something about how
topographically it resembled the floating cranial plates on a baby’s skull. He
examined it closely letting it know that it had a little more work to do if it wanted
to get Ra out of the duat and over the horizon.
“It could be the Atlantean way of accessing deep memory.”
Everyone settled in to find a meditation spot that felt just right. John and
Robert stationed themselves closer to the paws. Yohannah, Mark and Damo chose
a more elevated spot up against the Sphinx itself. Farag was just around the
corner, making sure that his clients went undetected and undisturbed.
The meditation that morning served as an entrance into a vast emptiness.
Mark felt himself plummeting like the stone Yohannah had thrown down the
sinkhole the night before. There was no place to land. Damo had no words to
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speak. Her animated Greek repertoire of facial expressions became frozen in time,
mimicking the Sphinx herself. Yohannah was tracking something. Mark could
feel it. Robert and John fell into a kind of telepathic synchronization. Mark
sensed they were exchanging information about measurements and dimensions of
cavities beneath the paws of the Sphinx. Farag let them be for a few minutes after
the sun had risen. Then with a signal, he let them know that their time was up
and they needed to follow him back to the village by way of one of the horse
stables. Mark managed to leave one of the smoky quartz crystals he had purchased
from Mordi in the Sinai as a kind of radio receiver in a pocket that he had found
on the surface of the Sphinx.
John took the group for breakfast at a little coffee shop across the way from
Jamil’s perfumery. He found a table nested amidst a regular clientele more
interested in their morning hooka than food. A friend of Robert’s named Abdul
was there and asked if he could join them. Robert was candid.
“Perhaps later, we have some unfinished business to discuss.”
The morning’s business was one of the unanswered riddles of the Sphinx, the
whereabouts and the contents of “The Hall of Records.” John was going by the
assumption that there was a chamber not far from the right paw of the Sphinx as
mentioned in the channelings of Ra-Ta, an earlier incarnation of Edgar Cayce.
Robert felt that it was farther away than that, perhaps underneath one of the
homes in the Giza village. Yohannah gazed curiously at the Sphinx for a few
moments before speaking.
“You would be wise, my friends, to look for the Hall of Records within your
own being. Consider that the emerald tablets you are seeking are the left and
right hemispheres of your own brain. Yes, in this physical dimension, they will
one day be retrieved from the chamber of records. The time is drawing near.
What is required of us as initiates is the transcendence of the world of duality.
There is a change coming in the nature of the human species towards what you
call “androgynous”. When that takes place, your brain hemispheres will function
far differently than they do today. You might call it “The Crown of
Enlightenment.” Ra-ta would have called it the establishment of “The Law of
One.”
John was a little taken aback by Yohannah’s words; he had been hoping for
detailed psychic archeology from his new found friends. Damo did her best to
read his mind and provide him with a more nutritious breakfast.
“The time capsule you are stalking is entombed somewhere between the
Sphinx and an ancient canal that led to the Nile River. It contains the records of
Atlantis right up until the final destruction. What is stored therein is a record of a
dying race that chronicled their mistakes. We will find formulae and instruments
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for the renewing of the earth set aside in a tomb. All the smog you breathe as you
drive about Cairo could be vacuumed up with one small device from the time
capsule.”
Damo glanced at Robert for a moment before continuing, “You have done
some reading I am sure about the science of harmonics and the setting up of
standing waves. The secrets of anti-gravity were known and used by the
Atlanteans. If I were to go into the capsule today and bring out the prototype for a
free energy device that would replace our addiction to electricity and fossil fuels,
do you think you could find a people or a government that would use it?”
John shook his head reluctantly.
“Too much greed and vested interest in the planet right now, I’m afraid.”
Yohannah took a different tack, as she took note of the impact of Damo’s
channeling,
“Axial wobble. Watch for the slippage of the crust of the earth. Tampering
with the atmosphere will cause serious weather disturbances and the melting of
the polar caps. All this is possible and more: unless humanity wakes up, and
begins to treat the earth with respect. The earth’s spin is slowing down, my
friends. The oxygen for our biosphere is disappearing. Akiva was not far from the
truth when he said that we would find Atlantis in Antarctica. He must have been
seeing the polar ice melting.”
Yohannah deftly plucked an ice cube out of her iced tea and gazed intently
through the hole inside it, back at the Sphinx. Mark laughed at her symbolic
gesture while John and Robert were still chuckling over the memory of Akiva’s
antics from the night before.
John had had enough channeling for the time being.
“Why don’t you go back to the Mena House and check it all out in the dream
state. I’ll see what I can do about setting up a visit to the shuk and an evening of
belly dancing later tonight.”
The Prophetess was surprised to find that her prophecies were sending her
friends to the marketplace for cover. Mark shook Robert’s hand formally in the
grand British manner. “Sounds like a plan, old chap.”
The visits to the solar cross and the Sphinx sent Damo, Mark and Yohannah
all back to the Mena House to dive under cover of deep sleep. They arrived to
find Akiva and Alexandra arising from their separate beds and preparing to go to
breakfast. Yohannah commended Akiva on both his newly found psychic gifts
and his “good form” at keeping his libido at bay. Akiva gave a curt “thank you
ma’am” before heading out the door. Yohannah and Damo decided they would
sleep and dream together that morning. Mark decided nothing; he just collapsed
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into a near comatose state. The dream that awaited him that morning was the
most frightening one of his life. It was more like a volcanic eruption than a
dream. Mark shared it with Damo later on, as he awoke, while Yohannah was
taking a shower.
“I was a child maybe fifteen, sixteen, seventeen years old. My parents had
died when I was very young and I had been taken into the mystery school training. The priests and priestesses were very fond of me and encouraged me often. I was very bright. What they were training me for exactly, I did not know. I remember all the secrecy and the mystery that enveloped the Hall of Records. I knew we would be taken there at some point during our training, but I was impatient, very impatient. I wanted to know everything about the past, the history of the planet. One night, my desire to know got the best of me. I imagined that Ma’at and Zehhuti came to guide me. The moon was full and I had one candle for light. The guardian of the entrance had fallen asleep. It took extraordinary courage, daring and, in retrospect, arrogance, on my part. I entered the Hall of Records on my own, without a guide. What I saw, felt, heard, touched and remembered in the two or three rooms I explored before the guardians came to fetch me, was beyond my wildest imagination. I met beings from other times, places and races, different than what we know on earth today. I re-experienced the deluge and all the chaos and terror that took place at the time of the sinking of Atlantis. Whatever thoughts I entertained in my mind immediately manifested as visions before my eyes. I have no idea how long I stayed in that hall. All that I know is when I saw the face of Ra once again; I wept and wept and wept. The priests and priestesses were very kind and did whatever they could to restore me, to heal me and turn me back into the bright, curious child I had been before I had entered the hall.
“Damo, I went mad, never really recovered from it all. I’m still hovering like
Horus on the edge of insanity. Yohannah was the priestess who would have
initiated me in that lifetime, and here she is again and I have failed her as a scribe
and the vibrations of the Hall of Records are more than I can bear. Please, help
me if you can, Damo.”
The seer embraced Mark until his sobbing subsided. She placed her left hand
at the nape of his neck and alternated with her right palm, holding it first at his
forehead, then over his navel, back and forth, forehead to navel, forehead to
navel, forehead to navel, three times. Then, she placed her left hand on his spine,
behind his heart and her right hand on his chest over his heart. Mark began to
weep once again, but this time his tears were tears of healing and release.
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Yohannah came out of the shower naked to find Mark like a child under
Damo’s care and loving attention. She wrapped herself with a towel, before
speaking.
“Have you discovered some unfinished business in the dream state, my
friend? Become innocent as a child, and you just might re-enter the kingdom.
Ma’at says: When cosmic shit happens, healing can come lifetimes later.”
Mark looked up at her to see a double exposure: his Initiator (wearing a
golden necklace) from the time of the Hall of Records and his friend, the
prophetess, Yohannah, in his present lifetime. It was all very confusing. Mark
thanked Damo from the bottom of his heart and exclaimed that it was now his turn to take a shower.
Dervish on Fire
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16.4 There are no Accidents in Cairo
unch at the Mena House restaurant was just what the doctor ordered.
Yohannah humoured her crew saying that she felt it was time that she treated
them to lunch, otherwise Akiva would run out of money and the three of them
would have to hitchhike back to Rosh Pinah. Mark realized that he was often
dealing with two different Yohannahs: Yohannah the prophet, channel and
would-be-Messiah and Yohannah the whimsical Dutch magician and playwright
with her nurturing Cancer ascendant. Mark always enjoyed the playful side of
Yohannah that emerged shortly after the thunderstorm of her prophecies and
channelings. Akiva and Alexandra had already taken their morning dip at the
pool and a tour of the tourist shops not far from the Mena House. Akiva had
bought a huge brass ankh that he was wearing as a necklace. Alexandra had
discovered her first papyrus shop and was busy guiding Akiva through the
mysteries of the Dendara Zodiac. She wanted to know where everybody had been
that morning and was heartbroken to find that she had missed the meditation at
the Sphinx. She demanded a recap from Damo. Damo explained that not much
had happened that morning.
“The ‘pyramid boys’ from the British Isles read both palms of the Sphinx for
clues as to the whereabouts of the Hall of Records. Mark discovered it in the
dream-state this morning, but it was a little overwhelming. We are debating
which way to go this afternoon, the desert road to the monastery of Saint
Macarius or the not so deserted road to the Khan-el-Khalili market. You two look
like you’ve already been to the market.”
Mark and Yohannah returned from the buffet with a full plate of appetizers.
Alexandra returned to her Dendara Zodiac and began to explain what she knew
of the “star religion” that existed in Egypt for thousands of years.
“There were thirty-six stars used to demarcate the Zodiac in Egypt which
was broken into thirty-six decans. Egyptian astronomers took note of them and
used them as a kind of starclock, watching for the light of each star as it would
shine down a passageway in a pyramid or perhaps an underground cavity, to be
reflected on a pool of water. I have good reason to believe that each of the
Egyptian gods and goddesses served as the mythological portal to one of these
stars. You can find some of this material in translations of the pyramid text we
saw in the tomb of Unas at Saqqara. I am almost certain that the goddess Isis is the
star Sirius. The goddess Ma’at was once the polestar Vega. Hathor, with her cow
ears, is the great feminine source of all nourishment. There was even a book about
her called “The Book of the Divine Cow”. She likely represents Alcyone or all of
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the seven stars of the Pleiades – you can see them right here in the Taurus
constellation of the Dendara Zodiac. Look opposite the leg of Nuut and you will
find the sign of Cancer, the crab. Sometimes you will see all the Zodiac signs
arranged in a rough spiral with Cancer at the centre. The ancient Egyptians began
their Zodiac with the sign of Cancer, as far as we can tell. This would place the
moment of the Zeptepi at around ten thousand B.C. The Egyptian New Year was
celebrated at Dendara. If Hathor is a Pleiadian, then Osiris is the one from Orion.
I don’t have all thirty-six yet but I’m working on it. It’s a mystery to me as to
what particular star the goddess Nuut represents. She might just be an emissary of
the whole Milky Way, the star river that runs between Sirius and Vega or Isis and
Ma’at.”
Damo pulled a papyrus out of Alexandra’s pile that showed Ma’at with her
wings spread out. She mentioned that “beings from Vega in the Lyra star system
may have emigrated to Sirius or Isis many galactic moons ago.”
Yohannah poured from a pitcher on the table a wineglass full of iced karkadi
for her friends and proposed a toast to galactic immigrants and stranded
starwalkers. Robert and John arrived at that very moment.
“We have Ibrahim waiting outside with a shuttle bus. His little Peugeot
needed a touch of engine work and his favourite mechanic isn’t coming back from
holidays in Alexandria until tomorrow. I’m afraid we’ll have to rideshare and put
up with a little air conditioning. Hope you haven’t gotten addicted to carbon
monoxide fumes here in Cairo.”
Robert would have gone on with his sociological report but John forced him
to drink the karkadi instead. John asked dryly if anyone discovered The Hall of
Records during the morning dreamtime.
“As a matter of fact, all three of us made it there but Mark got trapped for a
few centuries. He had a hell of a time getting out. Tell Ibrahim we’ll be right with
him. Just have to settle the bill and collect a few snacks for the road.”
The traffic en route to the Khan-el-Khalil was intense and for those who
weren’t used to it, downright scary. Akiva said it was worse than Mexico City,
New York and Tokyo combined. Mark found it all very charming, the way
ancient French and German vehicles shared the right of way with horses,
donkeys, camels, wagons, trucks, bicycles and buses with people hanging off them
and jumping on and off at any moment. What fascinated him the most (and
terrified Akiva and Robert) was the way a vehicle was able to dart across six lanes
of traffic using only its horn and some telepathic signaling that was invisible to
foreigners. Mark claimed that the only mode of transportation that he had yet to
see on a Cairo road was something called a “pogo stick.” John caught the
reference, thought he was referring to a cartoon strip, and went on at length with
his theory that hieroglyphics were really the first animated cartoon language on
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the planet. Ibrahim had brought a few of his cassette tapes along for the voyage
and told his friends that he would take them to a music store in the shuk if they
wanted one. He parked the shuttle bus with some difficulty and announced that
this was as close to Khan-el-Khalili that he could get. John’s trusty driver Sayeed
had come along for the ride. He offered to watch over it for an hour or two or as
long as the group was lost in the market.
Yohannah suggested that it might be a good idea for the group to break up in
small pods and connect with one another at designated rendezvous points now
and again. She decided to join up with John and Robert, sensing that they would
have some savvy in the shuk. Mark told Yohannah he needed to be a very small
pod of one for about a half an hour; he found a shopkeeper who knew the
whereabouts of an ancient synagogue that he was intent upon visiting. Ibrahim
decided it was time for him to learn about astrology so he chaperoned Akiva and
Alexandra through the shuk. Akiva told Ibrahim he was offering ten percent
baksheesh for all purchases at kiosks that their shopping guide would take them
to. Akiva said that he hoped Ibrahim was getting a kickback from the shops as
well. Ibrahim asked if anyone “liked real essential oils, not the fake perfumes you
get in the shops out by the Sphinx.” Alexandra and Damo were quite interested.
Akiva tagged along. Mark returned from his side-trip with a mysterious gift for
Akiva. Ibrahim took them to the shop of a friend of his named Mohammed.
Mohammed was a very charming and courteous man whom many
considered the father and formulator of perfumes and aromatherapy blends in
Cairo. Mohammed’s slow, seductive invitations to the world of incense were
interspersed with unique little phrases that he had picked up from his
international clientele.
He spiced his aromatic tour with his polished poetic English.
“Take your time, habibi . . . open your heart as you inhale . . . always put a
little time and space between fragrances . . . musk from the Sudan, the sweat
glands of the gazelle . . . lotus from the Fayuom oasis to open your crown chakra .
. . one drop of Turkish rose will transport you to the Garden of Eden . . . my
special blend for attracting the angels.”
It took but a few mint teas, some angel incense and Mohammed’s alchemical
genius to put his new clients into trance. He asked if they had intended to visit
the Turkish Bektashi monastery built out of solid rock on the Mokattam hills.
“You might find a Dervish performance tonight in the church across the
square if you are lucky. You don’t want to miss it.”
Mohammed looked at Damo with a sudden glance of his mischievous eyes,
stroked his chin and asked if he might touch her with a very special fragrance.
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slowly reached beneath her rib cage and touched her lightly for a moment
somewhere between her heart and her spleen. Damo burst into tears and began to
weep for at least five minutes. Akiva was perplexed. He speculated that she’d
sustained some kind of wound and ran out onto the street looking for Yohannah.
Alexandra placed her hands on the back of her spine and sang Greek songs to her
to soothe her. Mohammed disappeared into a space no bigger than a closet where
he was busy blending up a new perfume. Mark waited for Damo to return from
her weeping; sensing that it was his turn to be a healing presence for his friend.
When Damo returned from the place Mohammed had touched within her, she
shared just “an iota” of her journey.
Damo had visited Istanbul once when she was in her teens. This was
something that a young Greek girl just would not do. Not on her own, without a
male companion. She had fallen in love at the age of seventeen with the sound of
the ney and the Turkish musician who played it for her. Damo recollected it as
the moment when dance entered her body in her present incarnation. She hinted
that she had met Mevlana Rumi himself in the midst of her spinning to the sound
of the ney. She had longed to have a child with this young Dervish but when he
emerged from his trance to realize that she was a guest from across the sea, he
proclaimed that they could be lovers for one beautiful night only. Damo told
Alexandra in Greek and Alexandra translated for Mark that that night was the
most beautiful loving that Damo had ever experienced.
Mohammed returned with a blend that his guides had asked him to prepare
for Damo. It was something very valuable as both a resin and a fragrance
throughout the Islamic world. Mohammed gave Damo the gift of oud. Damo
burst into tears a second time with laughter pouring out of her eyes. She
explained that this was the aroma of her Turkish lover. She had been looking for
it all her life. Mark asked if it was possible to buy a little oud. Mohammed shook his head.
“It’s far too expensive for you, my friend. Buy my sandalwood instead. If
Damo loves you, she will give you a drop or two of her oud to blend with your
sandalwood.”
Mohammed accepted what Mark offered him for the sandalwood, sold three
or four sachets of his angel blend to Alexandra, kissed each of his three guest magi
on both cheeks and escorted them to the door.
Ibrahim was outside the shop playing sheshbesh with John. Yohannah,
Robert and Akiva were lost somewhere in the market. Ibrahim said there was a
café for them to go to that was what Yohannah called “the designated rendezvous
spot.” The group made it there amidst much jostling and a thousand and one
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invitations from shopkeepers inviting them in to “just look, no buy, just look.”
Damo was still very much with her lover in Istanbul. Mark and Alexandra held
onto her tightly, one at each arm. John managed to locate the café and soon
enough, all the missing members of the group arrived. Akiva was loaded like a
camel with his new acquisitions: an antelope leather knapsack, a gazillion zills for
belly dancers he planned to court in the near future and a strange brass
geometrical chandelier that would one day become the centerpiece of his
“pyramid suite” back in Chattanooga. Alexandra had stocked up on white
galabeyas, a few for the group and a few for her girlfriends back home. Ibrahim
had a dozen cassettes with him of Arabic and Nubian music that he picked up
from a friend of his who specialized in bootleg tapes. Robert had taken John and
Yohannah to his favourite spice store, tucked away on a side street off the main
artery of the shuk. Yohannah was delighted with the expedition, mentioning that
her Dutch ancestors had pillaged Indonesia for its culinary delights centuries
before. All of them had stashes of saffron, nutmeg, karkadi tea, frankincense and a
strange root that Robert guessed was an hallucinogen used by the ancient
Egyptians in a ceremony he called “the litany of Ra.”
Yohannah wanted to know what exactly had transpired in Mohammed’s
shop. Akiva’s version of the event had Damo being molested by an unscrupulous
shopkeeper with psychic powers. Damo was indignant and told Yohannah in so
many broken English-spiced-with-Greek words that Akiva couldn’t have been
further from the truth. She explained that Mohammed was “a Sufi in the
marketplace” who had seen into the recesses of her heart and had gifted her with
a healing that she had longed for, for over half her life.
“Do you think he could heal me?” asked Yohannah naively.
“Heal you of what?” barked an astonished Akiva.
“I’m not sure, gastronomical distress, I guess.”
Yohannah was holding her belly as she spoke. Robert commissioned the
waiter to bring her a cup of Turkish coffee with lemon juice in it. Yohannah
asked Damo if there wasn’t some essential oil that she should add to her coffee as
a topnote.
“Try this,” was Robert’s reply as he added one drop of fennel oil to her coffee.
Yohannah quoted something she had heard Mark say en route to Mount Sinai,
“Today is a good day to die.”
At that moment, a friend of John’s who was a guide for tour groups that did
the boat cruise from Aswan to Abydos and back to Luxor walked in the café.
“Hhamdi, what are you doing in Cairo? I thought you had a group of new-
agers from America this week.”
John was obviously delighted and surprised to bump into his friend. He gave
him the loving British handshake and karate chop to the shoulder blades.
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Hhamdi, who was a small but durable Egyptian with fire pouring out of his
eyes, survived.
“It was a nightmare. I’m thinking seriously of becoming a taxi driver in
Alexandria or taking up residence with the desert monks at Nag Hamadi.”
Robert humoured him with trumped up concern, “What the hell happened?”
Hhamdi was visibly upset. His eyes were watering.
“I had a group of eighteen Americans. Three got dysentery and expected me
to be their doctor. One from my tour group tried to go fishing near Aswan but
unfortunately fell out of the felucca. My felucca crew played a trick on him and
told him to swim to the shore immediately; otherwise he’d been eaten by a
crocodile. That one demanded a refund for the tour. He said he would sue us. He
flew back to Chicago the next day. Two young women from San Francisco were
trying on galabeyas in Aswan at my friend Gamal’s shop. They returned to the
boat in hysterics. They loved their new galabeyas, which they got at a great price
but they claimed that Gamal had almost raped them when they were trying on
the dresses. I know Gamal, he’s a gentleman. He adores the female body. I don’t
know what their problem was. And he gave them the galabeyas at half price.
Malesh! Then there was the little one from New Orleans with the sexy voice who
left the tour because she was upset that the boat was going in the wrong direction. There was a couple from New York City who were really into Egyptian
mythology. They kept talking about how often they’d been to the Museum of
Natural History. When I told them that the real Dendara Zodiac had been taken
by the French to the Louvre, they demanded all of the tips and baksheesh they’d
given me up to that time, back. Can you believe it? I had a travel writer in my
group from Berkeley who got invited to a Nubian wedding in Aswan. He was on
the verge of seducing a seventeen-year-old Nubian girl and got upset when I had
the tourist police escort him back to the boat.
“Abydos, I forgot about Abydos, the yoga teacher who managed to keep
everyone quiet for an hour or two each morning, had a full on kun-da-lini experience in Abydos. She ran out of the temple yelling that the cobras were
climbing up her spine. The doctor on board the cruise ship couldn’t help her. Her
roommate, the hypnotherapist, was worth his weight in gold. He convinced her
that she was an Ophite in a past life. Luxor was the real nightmare. A couple from
California decided to go “skinny-dipping” in the sacred lake after the sound and
light show. They said it was the most romantic moment they’d had in Egypt and
they couldn’t resist. I told them that they just jumped in to the waters of the Nun, the primordial ocean and that their purification ceremony would likely land them
in jail. They thought that a hundred-dollar baksheesh bribe would save them.
When I refused it, they accused me of “framing them.” John, tell me, what does
this mean?
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“The final scene from my new age group took place on the West Bank of the
Nile. I had four theatre students who were amateur Egyptologists from Phoenix,
Arizona. They decided that their raison d’être for coming to Egypt was to chant
their translation of the whole of “The Book of What is in the Duat.” I made the
mistake of informing them it was perfectly preserved on the walls of The Tomb of
Tuthmosis the Third. It took me four hours to get them out of the tomb, they
could have perished for lack of oxygen, yet they all swore at me later and blamed
me because they had missed dinner.”
Hhamdi was shuddering at the memory of his recent fiasco. He begged John
to buy him a bottle of Arak. Hhamdi proclaimed, with tears in his eyes, that he
had just handed in his resignation to Mafiche Moushkayla Tours and Travel.
John gifted his friend with a bottle of Arak. Yohannah suggested that perhaps
he should just give up guiding American groups. She assured him that Dutch
travelers would be more appreciative of his services. Mark asked for his business
card or his telephone number just in case he returned to Egypt one day and had a
chance to do the boat cruise on the Nile. Alexandra encouraged him to take that
vacation to Alexandria as soon as possible.
The group finished their dinner, said goodbye to their friend and headed for
the little Church across the square where Mohammed had told them there might
be a Dervish ceremony that night. They arrived just in time to find their seats.
The lights went out and the sound of the Turkish Ney filled the Church.
Alexandra and Mark held Damo tightly, knowing that her memories of the young
Turkish Dervish that she loved so dearly would likely pour through her once
again. The hypnotic chanting began slowly at first to the beat of invisible
dumbeks offstage. A single light illuminated the one Dervish onstage who was
folded up into himself with his arms held tightly over his heart. As the pulse of
the music increased, he slowly began to unwind and spin to his left. At first, he
spun slowly, but the pace of the music quickened and the Dervish began to spin
faster and faster and faster. His gown was multi-coloured and soon the Dervish
was nothing but an expression of pure longing spinning in a pool of flames. His
companions joined him onstage and began to swirl one by one with him until the
whole solar system was in orbit that night in the little Church. Damo did what
she could to hold back tears, but her memories overwhelmed her once again.
Yohannah caught Damo’s eyes for a brief glance, putting her hands over her heart
to let the seeress know that she now understood what had happened to her at the
perfumery. Akiva took some great photos of the event, which he developed upon
returning to Israel.
Damo asked to be taken back to the Mena House after the Dervish
ceremony. She claimed she just wasn’t up to an evening of belly-dancing that
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night. Yohannah bowed out as well saying that she needed to be with Damo.
Alexandra wanted to stay as well but Damo wouldn’t let her. She felt the boys
needed her to escort them to the club. They drove back through the chaos of
Cairo traffic, dropped the women off at the Mena House and proceeded to a
famous restaurant not far from Giza village called “The Back of the Moon.”
Ibrahim introduced them to the proprietor of the establishment and announced
that he had an important game of sheshbesh to play and that he would be waiting
for them outside the club. Alexandra entered the club and found a table for her
four companions as close to the stage as possible.
The show was in progress. Appetizers and drinks arrived quickly. The dancer,
Omphallisa, a descendant of Cleopatra according to the program, was a Greek
woman who had settled in Alexandria. She was accompanied by three musicians
who were playing oud, kannun and dumbek. Omphalissa performed an exquisite
folkloric dance called balladee with a cane. She balanced a candelabrum atop her
head with seven lit candle flames. She danced with a sword on her head, on her
chin and on her hips. Omphalissa made eye contact with Alexandra, one Greek
woman catching the eyes of another. She came to their table, threw scarves and a
headpiece that she wore over Robert, John and Mark respectively. She invited
Akiva to dance with her, but he declined shyly as he tucked a twenty-dollar
American bill scented with rose oil not far from her belly. She smiled innocently
at Akiva and exclaimed, “I like the smell of your money!” Then she grasped
Alexandra lustily and the two of them danced like sisters who had been dancing
with one another for lifetimes. Akiva joked with his friends saying that he knew
all along that Alexandra was not just your ordinary astrologer. Alexandra and
Omphalissa came down from the stage to get Mark and Akiva up and dancing.
The musicians began a slow wave of percussion that built momentum, making it
much more challenging for their new dancers. Robert remarked that the really
great dancers in Egypt were often male. John insisted that his buddies would need
to rent a flat in Giza and do some serious practicing. During the dance, Mark had
something bizarre happen to him, which he waited until the next day to discuss
with Alexandra. Akiva seemed satisfied with his excursion into the world of belly
dancing and offered Omphalissa an inexpensive pair of zills that he picked up in
the shuk before leaving. He did manage to extract a business card from
Omphalissa before leaving ‘The Back of the Moon’.
On the road back to the Mena House, a man riding a donkey nuzzled out in
front of Ibrahim’s shuttle bus and three other vehicles, crossing three lanes of
traffic before finding its exit ramp. The reflexes of each of the drivers were
astonishing. The startled rider was initially annoyed by the sound of their horns
but gave a victory smile before leaving the highway. Akiva complained that Cairo
traffic was insane. Robert and John agreed with him but told him not to worry,
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that spirit guides would take care of both him and any oncoming traffic that he or
the donkey might happen to meet.
Ibrahim turned and looked back at Akiva with a tooth-filled grin, “You
know, Mister Akiva, there are no accidents in Cairo.”
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16.5 The Bones of the Prophets, & Pyramid Prophecies
he tribe arrived just in time for breakfast the next day. Damo and Yohannah
had apparently bonded in a new way. Alexandra had come alive from her
time on the dance floor the night before. But it was Mark who had the story to
share. “Omphalissa is a master. When she got me up to dance, she kept gazing right
at my belly button. My navel began to get hot and when the tempo of the music
picked up, I began to feel waves of energy rippling out in circles from my navel
the way waves ripple out on water when you toss a stone in a pond. The sensation
was soothing, energizing and erotic all at the same time. Within about a minute,
the pulsations and vibrations reached to the palms of my hands, the soles of my
feet, the base of my spine and the top of my head. It was better than sex, not that
I can remember what sex is like these days.” “It looks like we’ve got some pretty serious sublimation happening in the
camp of the prophets,” Akiva quipped.
Alexandra reminded him that Eros was a concept and an experience rooted in
Greek mythology. “It takes a Greek woman to help a man to grasp the concept,
that’s for sure.”
Yohannah was gazing at Mark with a quizzical look as she spoke. “How is
your bellybutton doing today, is it still tingling?”
Mark reported that everything in him was still tingling and swirling from all
that went on the day before. He asked Damo if she would be so kind as to add a
drop or two of oud to his sandalwood oil. Damo gave him a big hug, added three
drops to his sandalwood bottle, asked him to close his eyes and put a little oud
mixed with sandalwood right inside his bellybutton.
Mark feigned ecstasy, “At last, I’ve finally found a doctor I can trust.”
Yohannah had had enough of his morning shenanigans.
“The caravan to the desert road and the monasteries in Wadi Natrun is
departing in approximately twenty minutes. Please gather your water bottles,
photographic equipment and daypacks. Meet me out by the taxi stand. Ibrahim is
waiting. Latecomers will be left behind. Please meditate on that story I once told
you about the two Zen monks who were crossing a river and saw the most
beautiful naked woman in the world swimming in it. Please remember to forget
Amalek and do what you can to keep all your thoughts in the present moment.
Asalam aleikum.”
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Ibrahim was out in front of the Mena House hand polishing his borrowed
vehicle with great pride. The tribe waited for ten or fifteen minutes before
Yohannah decided that John and Robert were the latecomers. They were the ones
she was leaving behind today. Mark did his best to get back into the flow of
things by playing tour guide and letting his friends know what he had found out
about the monastery at Saint Macarius from Cherubim. He had been carrying a
letter in his backpack for almost four months from Cherubim to deliver to a
friend of his at Macarius.
“Wadi El-Natrun is a long desert valley below sea level that is home to four
Coptic monasteries built in the fourth century. Macarius, if I understood
Cherubim correctly, was a renegade monk who escaped persecution and settled in
the wadi to grow oranges, grapes and even corn. Cherubim led me to believe that
there are secret chambers to be found somewhere on the grounds of the
monastery. Perhaps our resident team of psychic archeologists might like to
explore this one.” Mark offered a knowing look to both Damo and Yohannah.
“My conversations with Cherubim lead me to believe that a portion of the
Alexandrian library was taken by monks in secret compartments of their camel
bags from Alexandria to the monasteries in Natrun but Macarius in particular.
Cherubim promised me that we would not be disappointed by our visit to “his
monastery.”
Damo could feel the change in vibration when they were within five miles
of the monastery. She could smell jasmine flowers in the air. The monastery was
virtually deserted when they arrived. The parking lot was empty. The group gave
a small donation at the entrance and began to meander about the courtyard.
Eventually, a young monk arrived who spoke a touch of English. He explained
that he was working in the kitchen that day, disappeared for five minutes, and
returned with an elder monk who had a long white beard and torchlight eyes that
felt like they could gaze through the eons with ease, according to Alexandra. He
asked Yohannah, whom he gathered to be the leader of the group, if they would
enjoy a tour of the monastery. Mark could feel, in his manner, a resonance with
the simplicity and sweetness that he had felt in Cherubim’s presence. The elder
monk, Justin, was a learned and loquacious man, who spoke with the authority of
the Oxford English dictionary. He gave them an orderly tour of two rooms filled
with paintings and icons of Jesus and his disciples; the gardens where Damo found
the most fragrant jasmine flowers on the planet and one or two chapels that were
in use for daily prayers. Justin then walked with them to the perimeter of the
grounds of the monastery, pointed to some caves and “burial chambers” and
reported that the bones of both the prophets Elisha and John the Baptist had been
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transported from Israel to be preserved at the monastery. He mentioned that
Macarius had chosen the spot himself.
Father Justin spoke with an air of authority and deep humility, “There are
many other scrolls and records that the world will be very happy to find when
the time is right. They are stored in the desert region adjoining the monastery.”
Mark asked Father Justin if Father Nathaniel was still alive. Father Justin was
startled for a moment and replied, “Yes, he is alive and he is threatening us with a
plan to go by camel to visit his brother in Jericho before he dies.”
The disoriented courier rummaged around in his backpack for the letter that
Cherubim had asked him to deliver some months ago. He handed it to Father
Justin with the knowledge that this was the reason he was sent to visit the
monastery. When Father Justin saw Cherubim’s handwriting, he was moved. He
asked to be excused from their presence for a few minutes. He returned with joy
visibly emanating from his heart. Damo said she could see something like a
golden helmet around his head, similar to the one she saw on the icons of
Macarius himself. Father Justin expressed his gratitude, blessed Mark formally
and the others in the group informally and offered two sachets of miniature
lemons that he had just harvested from a tree in the courtyard. One was for his
guests. One was for Mark to deliver or send to Cherubim when he should return
to Israel.
The group wandered about for a few minutes, but then Yohannah insisted
that they had accomplished their mission and needed to return to Cairo soon. In
the van, on the way back to Cairo, Yohannah told Mark she found it interesting
that the bones the monastery was famous for were those of the Prophet Elisha
and John the Baptist. She said that according to Edgar Cayce, the latter was the
reincarnation of the former. She spoke of how the early authors of the Christian
texts had done their best to model the relationship between John the Baptist and
Jesus, after the Hebrew story of the prophets Elijah and Elisha.
Akiva inquired if she thought that the only way Jesus would have been
received as a messiah in his day was if someone believed that John the Baptist was
indeed the reincarnation of the prophet Elijah.
Yohannah stroked the hairs of an imaginary beard before replying, “Your
guess is as good as mine, my son. But let me ask you this one question. If John the
Baptist was really the reincarnation of the prophet Elisha, as Edgar Cayce
suggested, then who, pray tell, is Jesus the reincarnation of?”
After a moment or two of silence, Yohannah stroked her mythical beard a
few more times and announced to her friends that they had until September 26
1975, to submit the answer to her riddle.
Damo asked innocently what the reward was for the correct answer.
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of wine that she had purchased at the monastery. She said that whoever
understood the answer to her riddle would taste “the new wine” that had been
aged for approximately 2160 years during the Age of Pisces.
When they returned to the Mena House, Akiva steered the group to take
lunch by the pool and cool off. That was fine with Yohannah as long as everyone
promised to stay awake for a teaching she had in mind that afternoon on what she
called “pyramid prophecies.”
Mark’s ears perked up like a coyote that could smell a rabbit nearby.
“Does this mean that you finally got around to reading the books that Jared
donated to our own Alexandrian library? Or are we about to be treated to a
channeling from Zehhuti or Thoth himself?”
Yohannah was curt, “Go take a shower and return to the pool in a half hour.
What will be, will be.”
Akiva took care of ordering the necessary appetizers and drinks for the
afternoon session of a laid back group of disciples in bathing suits. He complained
that his level of concentration was going to be split that afternoon between
“pyramid prophecies” and the “sacred triangles” he was discovering in the Greek
bikinis.
Yohannah chided her cheeky Greek disciples that they were “risking it” by
wearing a two piece bathing suit and a bikini in an Islamic country. Once
everyone had settled in, she pulled out a chart of the paths and chambers inside of
the great pyramid of Giza. Her friends gathered around a small circular table as
Yohannah began an explanation. She pointed at the entrance to the pyramid
which was dated 2623 B.C. on her chart. There were three primary pathways
illustrated on it. One descended to what was called the pit, which was located,
somewhere beneath the pyramid itself. One led up through the grand gallery to
what was usually called the King’s Chamber. There was another path at the
beginning of the grand gallery that went directly to a chamber that the guides
called the Queen’s Chamber. Akiva asked her if the names of the chambers came
from British or Scottish pyramidologists.
Yohannah finished her lemon juice and made a miniature pyramid out of the
ice cubes at the bottom of her drink before replying, “Masons have taken an
interest in the Great Pyramid of Giza for many centuries now. The locals, on the
other hand, stripped the casing stones off of the pyramid and used them for other
building projects. I imagine there are a few disgruntled space ships out there that
have had serious navigational problems ever since the casing stones were stolen.”
She returned to the markings on the chart.
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“The chamber that goes to the pit, you can call “the way of the dead.” Here,
look at this chamber, the timeline goes from 1914 A.D. to 2004 A.D. The author
called it the “redemptive age,” or the age of total reincarnation and the age of
“hell on earth.”
Yohannah pointed to the chart where the ascending passageway levels off to
a straightway that eventually leads to the King’s Chamber. She chuckled to
herself as she reported that the author of the book the chart came from refers to
the period from 1914 to 1999 as the “catalytic era of the Messianic Initiative.”
Mark took a closer look at the chart and noticed that the ascending passage
begins with a date of 1453 B.C. He reminded Yohannah that Rutherford, in his
Pyramidology treatise, gave the morning of March 30th as the exact moment for
the departure from Egypt. The crossing of Yam Suph was symbolized by what he
called the “hidden lintel”, a removable limestone block concealed at the entrance
to the Ascending Passage. It represented a hidden doorway or exit for the Hebrew
people out of Egypt.
Alexandra interrupted Mark, “The beginning of the grand gallery is marked
at 33 A.D., obviously the timing for ‘the crucifixion’.”
Alexandra asked Yohannah if the chart showed any correspondences to
Cayce’s pyramid prophecies. Yohannah invited her to let the group in on what
she knew of them.
She innocently adjusted her bikini before answering.
“Cayce saw the forty years from 1958-1998 as a period of geological upheaval
leading up to the shifting of the earth’s axis. He said that there the most critical
earth changes would be heralded by a major volcanic eruption of Mount Vesuvius
or Mount Etna. He predicted that during this whole period of time, many of the
great souls and initiates from the time of Atlantis would reincarnate. Cayce dated
the great pyramid at 10,490 B.C. He saw the rise and fall of nations and the
evolution of world religious thought mirrored in the passage angles and the kind
of rock used within the pyramid. So much for Cayce; what I am most interested in
isn’t even on the chart. I want to know where the pyramidion is, and when that
missing capstone will be returned.”
Akiva offered Alexandra an iced-karkedi tea, tehhina, pita and a salt shaker
that was in the shape of a small pyramid.
“Why don’t you just use this for now, I believe it is a miniature alabaster
capstone created by monks in Wadi Natrun to store salt until the one who dubbed
them “the salt of the earth” makes his return.”
Damo gazed at Akiva with a mixture of wonder and admiration.
“You’re really getting the hang of things here, aren’t you?
Yohannah shook her head and offered her own aside, “Akiva’s on the fast
track to something, we just don’t know what it is. I fear that our boy is analyzing
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the New Testament for marketing purposes. He’s planning to use the
disciple/testimonial model to market ankhs, icons, pyramidions and other
chutchkas to aspirants in North America.”
Alexandra returned to the pyramid prophecy map where the antechamber to
the King’s Chamber begins in 1999. Yohannah had noted in her own
handwriting, a major event booked for the year 2033. Alexandra prodded Mark to
find out if he’d ever taken the time to draw up astrology charts for some of the
critical dates on the chart. Mark teased Alexandra by asking her if she had any
interest in visiting Rosh Pinah after her time in Cairo. She declined the invitation,
confessing that she had a growing astrological practice in Athens. She promised to
send him charts stardated for the birth of the Age of Aquarius in 1961,
Yohannah’s mysterious September 26th date in 1975, a Mayan calendar prophecy
date for August the 17th of 1987, plus galactic events on 24 October 2007, 28
October 2011, 21 December 2012, 17 December 2013, 3 May 2017, 21 Sept. 2017,
8 April 2024, and October 17, 2033.
Yohannah expressed her delight in being surrounded by a team of
astrologers, magi and new age business moguls. She attempted to steer the group
back to her map of pyramid prophecies, but to no avail. Robert and John had
found them out and created quite a stir as they arrived at poolside. John was
excited.
“My friend Hakeem can get us in to the pyramid for a private meditation at 3
am tomorrow morning. I’m in charge of logistics and protocols. We need to come
up with forty or fifty dollars each for baksheesh. I’m assuming we have a group of
eight. Are your pod of initiates ready to enter the pyramid?”
Akiva let out a howl, “Ready or not, here we come.”
Alexandra wanted to know if the group should wear their new white
galabeyas for the ceremony. Robert eyed her provocative swimwear before
responding.
“Why not, as long as you don’t throw us out for wearing Levis and tee-shirts,
we’re old hat at this you know.”
Yohannah inquired where they were to meet Hakeem. John promised that
they would bring Hakeem to the Mena House lobby to meet at 2 a.m.
“The entrance is good from 3am to 5am. If we are lucky and I can track down
Farag, we might be able to climb the pyramid as well. We’re going to take an
early dinner, go back to our room and sleep until midnight if we can. I suggest
you do the same.”
Robert and John declined Yohannah’s invitation to offer their input on “the
pyramid prophecies.”
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“Perhaps later, over breakfast, after we’ve been inside.”
Robert and John headed for the Mena House café. Everyone at poolside was
very excited by the good news. Yohannah let all the excitement die down before
sharing one more item relating to the passageways and her own dating of the
pyramid prophecies.
“One last numerological note, before we prepare to meet the guardians of the
great pyramid. It is 1975, if I’m correct. Not sure if we can really rely on the
Gregorian calendar, it’s been tampered with as well. Add 42 years to 1975. I
suggest you check out that date as well. The one who is speaking with you is 42
years old. Eighty-four years is the full cycle of the planet Uranus. The ancient
Egyptians held a ceremony in Abydos where the soul, at death, was required to
answer 42 questions by the 42 assessors of Maat in the bardo state. Only when all
42 questions were answered was entrance allowed into the afterlife. If you look at
the book of Exodus closely,” Yohannah gave her retired scribe an assignment with
her laser beam eyes, “the Hebrew Tabernacle is set up exactly 42 times during the
passage through the wilderness of Sinai. It just might be that Earth’s collective
bardo state or solar journey through the galactic duat will last 42 years from the
time this one before you leaves this planet.”
The galactic gate-keeper gathered up her books and charts and made a
dramatic exit from poolside. The excitement over the news of the private
entrance to the great pyramid precipitated a moment of anxiety and tension in
the camp of the prophets.
Mark invited Damo to join him in an important meditation before dinner.
“Sure, but I wouldn’t mind going for a swim first.”
Akiva, with mischief in his Gemini eyes, invited Alexandra for a drink to
celebrate “happy hour.”
He took her “why not” as a sign that happy hour had arrived, called over the
waiter and placed in his order for two “pina coladas”. The playful Nubian waiter
asked him if he wanted “virgin pina coladas” or ones with rum in them. He
appeared distracted or mesmerized by Alexandra as he took the order. He
proceeded to take a few steps backwards before landing, tray and all, right into
the pool.
Damo looked on in astonishment.
She informed Akiva that Yohannah had been right all along.
“It must be the power of our sacred triangles.”
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16.6 Initiation
View from the Missing Capstone
In that day shall there be an altar to YHWH, in the midst of the land of Egypt, and a pillar at the border thereof to YHWH. And it shall be for a sign and for a witness unto YHWH’s constellations in the land of Egypt: for they shall cry unto YHWH because of the oppressors, and he shall send them a saviour and a great one, and he shall deliver them.
Isaiah 19:20
ark woke up in a sweat from a surreal dream that night. It was exactly
1:37am, the gematria of the Hebrew word kabbalah. It was a bit of a
scramble for the group to get dressed and gather all that they needed to gather in
preparation for their time in the Great Pyramid. They met with John, Robert and
Hakeem in the café at the Mena House a little after 2 am. Hakeem was a tall
Egyptian man with Bedouin ancestors whose family had served as guides at the
Giza Plateau for at least three generations. He had a childlike presence and
enough charm to put everyone at ease. Yohannah connected with him
immediately as if they had been old friends in another lifetime. Mark was happy
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to see Hakeem as well; he had been irritated when John and Robert had kept him
and his hooka from joining them at breakfast after the meditation at the Sphinx.
Yohannah introduced him to her group. “You have time for tea, but remember, there are no washrooms in the Great
Pyramid and you will be there for a very long time.”
Hakeem smiled at each potential initiate and asked Yohannah if she would
like him to join the ceremony she had in mind.
Yohannah extended a rather perplexing invitation to him, “Absolutely, you
have been with us since the creation of the Universe, just like Abraham, before
this creation, in Barah Eloheem.”
Alexandra caught Yohannah’s allusion and added one of her own.
“Like Iasos was reported to say, “Before Abraham was, I am.”
Hakeem smiled at Alexandra. “Don’t forget Wasr-Heru, he died and
resurrected a few thousand years before anyone knew about your Iasos.”
Akiva brought tea and tried to lighten things up with a scriptural joke or two
of his own that nobody could understand. Mark found a hole in the conversation
that was large enough for him to share what he still remembered from his recent
dream.
“Remember that passage that Rutherford found in Isaiah 19:19 and 19:20 that
speaks about meezbeahh l’Yod-Hay-Vav-Hay, the sign and the witness to Yah Tzvaot. A guide came to me in the dream-state to tell me that it was important
for me to chant this passage from the prophet Isaiah in the Great Pyramid at
exactly 4:41 this morning.”
Yohannah pointed out that 4:41 was the gematria of the Hebrew word emet or truth.
Mark nodded, “The gematria of the whole passage is 5449, which is the
measurement from the base of the pyramid’s exterior to the crown, not counting
the capstone. I’d like to know the height of the capstone if that is possible.”
Alexandra offered to research the measurements of the capstone and Damo
whispered to Mark that she actually heard them chanting during his dream.
Hakeem added his note of gentle urgency, “Many unusual things can happen
during our time in the Chamber of the Resurrection. It is good if each of us has
the opportunity to lie in the open coffer for at least five minutes. There will be
time for your silent meditation and there will be time for chanting. It is time for
us to go now, ya’aalah.”
Hakeem led the procession of his seven guests to the entrance of the Great
Pyramid. He was at the head with Yohannah at the tail. Robert gave him an
envelope stuffed with baksheesh that would take care of all the night watchmen,
their families and a few local gossips that needed to be tipped as well. Everyone
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offered his or her own moment of attunement before following Hakeem into the
pyramid. The entrance to get inside the pyramid they were using was not a true
entrance but a passage forced by El-Mamum the Caliph of Cairo in the 9th
century, according to Hakeem. He suggested that the true pyramid entrance lay
concealed behind a secret stone indistinguishable from the others but hung on a
swivel that opened on a touch. One by one, the group began their climb up the
ascending passage. John noted that there really wasn’t enough room for the
manipulation of a sarcophagus or for carrying on funerary rites as orthodox
Egyptologists had suggested. He reported that the ascending passage rose at an
angle of 26 degrees.
“If Hakeem can stay crouched over up the ascending passage, we all should be
able to do it without bumping our heads.”
Once the group arrived at the Grand Gallery (157 feet long and 28 feet in
height) they felt a sense of accomplishment and relief. There were no figures of
gods, goddesses or offerings to suggest worship of any kind. Akiva felt like he was
inside some enormous instrument used for astronomical observation or a
sparkplug for an earth energy generator. At the top of the Grand Gallery, Hakeem
pointed out that the passageway they were taking to the King’s Chamber was too
narrow for any sarcophagus. The antechamber had three grooves cut in it, plus a
pair of granite leaves set in grooves above the entrance, where the limestone of
the pyramid gave way to the granite of the King’s Chamber. The group entered
the chamber one at a time and it took at least five minutes for everyone to catch
their breath. Yohannah and Hakeem chose to sit with their backs up against the
open granite coffer. Mark and Damo sat to their right. Akiva and Alexandra sat to
their left, John and Robert found a spot exactly in the middle of the chamber.
John pointed out a few features of the chamber, including one ventilation shaft
and the cryptocrystalline content of the granite that came from Aswan.
Hakeem offered a short invocation in Arabic before tapping on the coffer
three times. A musical note was released into the chamber that John said was A
according to the Pythagorean scale at 432 cycles per second. He mentioned that
the chamber itself vibrated at middle C or 256 cycles per second. Damo toned the
vowel Hu in middle C and the chamber was filled with the resonance of Hu for
what seemed to be an eternity.
Alexandra lit some of the angel incense that Mohammed had given her on a
small piece of charcoal. The incense served to banish a stench from an unknown
source that was in the air when they entered. As the vibrations from Damo’s
chanting of Hu subsided, and the fragrance of the angel incense filled the air, each
member of the group was transported slowly but surely, into a profound
meditative state. After about twenty minutes, Hakeem began to shepherd each
one of his guests to the open granite coffer. He had placed a blanket, which Akiva
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had brought from the Mena House, in the coffer for them to lie on. Yohannah
had explained to her group during the ceremonial walk to the entrance of the
pyramid that the initiation in the King’s Chamber could be, if they allowed it, a
journey to the realm of the imperishable stars. She whispered to her crew that it
was an opportunity for a profound ego death experience and a taste of one’s
immortality once the fear of death had been overcome. Yohannah was the first to
dive into the coffer for her near death experience and subsequent reincarnation.
Hakeem proceeded to tap the coffer three times to indicate when it was time for
someone new to enter. The meditation grew deeper and deeper. Mark heard or
imagined he could hear the voices of discarnate spirits speaking with one another
at the entrance to the pyramid below. Damo kept looking up at the ventilation
shaft as if it were a tunnel for her soul to travel out to the star realm and back.
John and Robert continued their telepathic exchange of measurements that they
had begun at the paws of the Sphinx, two mornings earlier. Alexandra was
evidently receiving some kind of instructions in the midst of her meditation that
she needed to write in her journal. Akiva busied himself by lighting and re-
lighting the angel incense. It took almost an hour for everyone, including
Hakeem, to taste death and resurrection in the coffer. When Robert came out and
sat back down, Hakeem let Mark know that it was approaching 4:41 am.
Mark opened the Hebrew text of the prophet Yeshayahu and began to chant
the phrase B’yom Hahu. The acoustics in the King’s Chamber were unlike
anything he had ever experienced before. The chamber took the vowels of his
cantillation through a profound resonance that returned in sonic waves that
hinted of other dimensions. Mark learned how to allow the vowels to fill the
chamber with what Damo later called “overtone harmonics”.
When it came time for him to chant the Hebrew name for the “Holy One”,
he began to tremble like a cantor or the Hebrew High Priest might have trembled
during Yom Kippur. He chose to chant the letters one at a time. Something
extraordinary happened in the chamber during the chanting of this passage.
Everyone discovered later that they had had an experience of a powerful beam of
light spiraling in at the crown of the head and anchoring at the heart. A similar
thing happened when he chanted the Hebrew word moshiahh (saviour,
redeemer). Toward the end of the chanting, everyone felt comfortable enough to
join in. Hakeem seemed right at home with the Hebrew. The harmonics that
filled the chamber were “just awesome”, according to the initiate from
Chattanooga. Eight voices filled the chamber completely until there was a choir
of sixty-four voices blending into one harmonic synchrony. The ceremony lasted
perhaps a half an hour. The energy in the room was so intense that Akiva’s head
started to shake uncontrollably on three or four occasions. Hakeem went over to
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him and helped him transform the shaking into a circling motion that resembled
a Sufi zikr practice. Damo found herself channeling once again. Her lips were
moving but no audible sound came out of her. Alexandra was given a language of
hand gestures and postures that she later called Egyptian yoga. John and Robert
both saw constellational patterns appear like holograms in the centre of the
chamber. Robert told the group the next day that he had seen the belt of Orion
vibrating above the apex of the pyramid in the vision that came to him in the
King’s Chamber. Yohannah asked if anyone had seen the Eye of Horus in the
moment that the audible chanting ceased and silence filled the chamber with a
golden light.
Hakeem led the group out of the King’s Chamber and back down the Grand
Gallery, teaching them to walk backwards for the time when the passage
narrowed. They made a stop for no more than ten minutes in the so-called
Queen’s Chamber.
Damo said something quite strange upon leaving this room. “I feel myself as a
light body returning to earth once the Age of Aquarius has been anchored.”
When the group exited the Great Pyramid, it was early morning and the sky
was beginning to lighten. John was ecstatic to find Farag waiting for them at the
entrance.
Farag cleared his throat, tossed a cigarette at Akiva’s feet and announced,
“Everyone coming with me to the top before Allah puts the capstone back on. We
have less than an hour. Ra is almost up.” John did a quick hand-count to find that
there are a few dropouts. Hakeem smiled, thanks his neighbour for the invitation
and invited him for a game of sheshbesh later that night. Damo whispered that
she’d like to connect with Hakeem, maybe later in the day, but she was going
back to the Mena House to take down the channeling that was waiting for her
from her time in the King’s Chamber. Akiva hesitated before asking Farag if seven
people could actually fit at the top of the pyramid. Farag must have been asked
this question before as he had a ready answer, “If a thousand angels can fit on the
head of a pin, I’m sure we can squeeze seven onto the top of Cheops.”
Akiva realized that enlightenment aside he had an extraordinary
photographic opportunity. He signed up and forked out a few more American
twenty-dollar bills for his friends. Yohannah joked with him, mentioning to Farag
that her friend, Lazarus, had just resurrected from the coffer in the pyramid and
had yet to gain his “climbing legs.” Farag swore on his packet of cigarettes not to
push Akiva beyond his limit.
The agile Capricorn goat chose a kind of corkscrew spiraling path to ascend
the pyramid that used two of the four faces to reach the top. Some of the blocks
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were as much as two and a half to three feet from one step to the other. Farag was
a seasoned guide and seemed to know intuitively at what stations the group
needed to rest. He even gave them a few tips on proper breathing techniques for
what he termed “oxy-jinn-aysian”. Alexandra suffered a bout of vertigo about two
thirds of the way up the pyramid. She said it wasn’t about height, her astral body
was capable of flight but she just didn’t know where to fly to. When the group
reached the top of the pyramid, they were surprised to find someone awaiting
them there. A boyish face emerged from the chrysalis of his keffiya, coming out
of his meditation with a warm smile.
“Thought you’d never make it, I’ve been here all night waiting for you. My
name is Richard. I have completed my meditation but I’m not quite ready to make
the descent. Do you mind if I join you for yours?”
John said the fellow looked very familiar. “You remind me of a doctor friend of mine who lives in Glastonbury.”
Richard nodded like a man who is well known throughout the world but
enjoys going places incognito. The group of eight arranged themselves in a circle
to begin their silent meditation. Farag offered to leave but Akiva asked him
“where would you go?” Farag pointed to the Sphinx, but stayed. Mark reached
into his daypack and brought out a set of twenty-two quartz crystals that a
channel passing through Vancouver had suggested he might want to “charge” one
day at the top of the Giza Pyramid. He layed them out on a silk batik scarf that
Sarah had made for him with the pattern of the Tree-of-Life upon it. Farag
informed him that more and more people were bringing crystals to the top of the
pyramid and that he had quite a collection himself from the tips that people gave
him.
The group finally settled in for a twenty-minute meditation that came to
conclusion with Mark offering a few Atlantean tonal chants, more for the benefit
of his crystals than for his friends. Yohannah had obviously experienced a
powerful realignment during the meditation; Alexandra said that she could see
“beams of light” radiating out of Yohannah’s temples. Mark shared that he felt
connected to many spiritual friends at the top of the pyramid who were living in
diverse places on the earth grid. Akiva felt “charged up like a battery” and asked
Farag if there were any camel races outside of Cairo that day that he could go to.
Richard was silent at first, but did smile and engage in a private conversation with
Yohannah as the group snaked its way back down the pyramid as the sun rose in
the east over Cairo, illuminating the face of the Sphinx.
Akiva tipped Farag handsomely for his services that morning. He thanked
him, explaining that it was people like Akiva that were putting his two sons
through university in Germany. He gave his benefactor a big hug and slipped a
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couple of Egyptian perfume bottles into his pockets as a gesture of goodwill and
friendship. Richard thanked the group for letting him join their meditation and
headed towards the pyramid of Mycerinus as Yohannah, Mark, Akiva and
Alexandra meandered back to the Mena House. Robert and John decided to spend
a little time with Farag and visit Hakeem for breakfast before returning to the
hotel.
Damo was already in a deep sleep when the rest of the group finally arrived
back at their room. Everyone went comatose until noon when the heat of the day
became oppressive and the phone rang with a wake-up call. Damo had written
half a book by the time her friends arose. Each member of the tribe sailed through
his/her own zone of silence that afternoon. Yohannah made one joke only,
suggesting that Zehhuti or Thoth was with them and would keep them busy with
visions to scribe down until sunset. Alexandra promised to treat the group to
what she called a farewell dinner, at the Indian restaurant that night at 9 p.m.
Damo and Mark took a walk over to the Sphinx to have a few words with
Hakeem, Jamil, and the Sphinx herself before returning for dinner. Mark found
Ibrahim playing his eternal game of sheshbesh outside of the Mena House and
invited him to join them for dinner that night. At first, Ibrahim declined, but
when he realized that the group was disbanding the next day and leaving for
various destinations, he decided he had better come. John and Robert dropped in
for dessert claiming they liked the food at the Felfella better. They teased Akiva
saying that he had missed a great belly dance show that night. Akiva hinted that
he might have a date with Omphalissa at midnight, if Yohannah would allow it.
Ibrahim had the choice of taking Mark, Akiva and Yohannah to the airport late
the next morning for a flight to Tel Aviv (Akiva’s treat) – or taking John, Robert,
Damo and Alexandra to Alexandria in his recently reconditioned Peugeot.
Ibrahim was masterful, a diplomat after the style of Anwar Sadat.
“My heart is flying to Israel, but my trusty vehicle will be driving to
Alexandria.”
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