They say that whatever you do while alive on this planet is printed in the astral light of it, in its archives, waiting to be tuned to and accessed…
I remember one time while working in Paris and on a quieter morning at the Louvre, standing in front of the Mona Lisa gazing at her and thinking, after the initial surprise at the small size of the painting (my head always liked to magnify it to larger proportions), that Da Vinci stood once in front of this painting and gazed at it, his beautiful work. That thought stayed with me and its simple truth amazed me every time I looked at works of art or remains of ancient history.
It was the same in Egypt, the echos of the creators of Egypt lingered on, haunting the visitor with questions and wonderings. How did they build it? What were they thinking while they carved these walls? What was the weather like? Who were they? How tall were they? Did they take meal breaks? How often? How long did it take to complete? And that always leads to the major question: “what was the purpose of it all?” The mystery in history, it never stops tugging at me.
photo: my friend Mark gazing at a temple wall in Dendera~ Egypt