A Girl and A Day

‘So that’s how the whole of Egypt, the upper and lower Nile Deltas came into being and the deserts sprung up.’ Septi (meaning=7 or sevenfold) told her friend Chandrasparshi (meaning=the one who is touched by the Moon).

‘And so what you are saying is that he was indirectly responsible for the disappearance of the fairies from the Earth experience for centuries to come and that he was directly involved with others in creation of the Egyptian stories?’ Chandrasparshi confirmed.

‘Well, he started out with good intention, but…’ Septi’s voice rang out with 7 sweet melodies as Maria heard the two talk. What an incredible voice! She thought. And her little friend,  she is so beautiful. So graceful and so full of effulgent white light.  ‘…But his desires perverted his goals and he became too involved in his own maya and started imposing his goals in his sadhna (spiritual practice)’, Chandrasparshi finished the sentence.

Maria pressed her right ear harder on the tree trunk she was leaning on.  The tree was crimson red and navy blue in color. There were yellow gold striations throughout. These bands appeared and disappeared as Septi talked. Maria listened on…

‘Yes, so was I was saying, after many centuries, he was reborn as Imhotep in a very pristine and privileged family of Royal Priests of White Magic as the Mother decided to give him yet another chance to clean up his acts.  

Imhotep was given initiations into many of the lost arts of his time (which he had been part of in his early incarnations). He was taught how to heal people. He was taught how to read their palms and provide them with medicines and potions, which would help them, untangle their twisted energies, live out their karmic obligations and recover their lost energies. Imhotep acquired many skills never completely mastering them for he was sent from one Master’s tutelage to the other.  Three Grand Masters of the White and Blue Lotus Orders of Nile tried teaching him everything and anything he would have desired. Imhotep became impatient with their methods and forgot one important thing about being Master Healer, that is you should be humble and learn to adapt to the changing circumstances.  Imhotep’s fall in his previous lives was due to his false pride and yet again he repeated the same mistakes.  The Mother however is always hopeful that her children learn from their mistakes and work on their karmic debts by accessing the subconscious library of memories, see the identical circumstances, which had led to their fall previously, and choose differently to enhance their progress towards the Great Spirit.  The Grand Masters of White and Blue Lotus Orders of Nile gave Imhotep one last chance to recover his White Magic which is untainted by desires and only driven by Love and creational wonder of Self.  Soon they were called upon a gathering by the other Nine Grand Masters.

Together the 12 Grand Masters entered the Halls of Amenti, deep within the womb of Mother Earth and called upon their Galactic brothers and sisters.

Six male guardians from Sirius, and six female guardians from Pledias were summoned who promptly appeared in their Earthly bodies.  The chamber within the Great Pyramid started resonating with etheric sounds of the Mother Infinity and a pool of clear water appeared within the Majestic royal blue and gold chamber.  Soon after the cure of the plagues that harassed Egypt, the Incan Plateu, the Asian planes were discussed, the Grand Masters of the White and Blue Lotus Orders brought up Imhotep.  Soon it was decided that Imhotep will be equipped with all the knowledge he needed to restore his powers and that he will be given this knowledge in his sleep and meditations and never in the external sensory reality.  It was decided that Imhotep must take that step of integrating the deep memory of Divine with his external circumstances himself however many lifetimes it may take.

The three Grand Masters of the White and Blue Lotus Orders smiled at each other as the session was concluded. The glow disappeared and the Masters reappeared in their chambers spread across the lower and upper Nile Deltas.  They slowly discontinued their connection with Imhotep as they realized he had grown more selfish and became obsessed with his subconscious traumas and started imposing his desires to possess and control the White Magic.’

Maria looked on and saw the golden letters appear from the mist around the tree she was leaning on, ‘The White Magic is incorruptible.  Magic binds everything within.  Magic must not be abused. Magic can not be controlled and possessed.  Magic is Goddess.  Goddess creates, Magic creates.’

Septi’s resonant voice continued as Maria glanced at the last letter disappearing into the thin mist. The language was so intimately familiar yet she had never seen the letters before. She just understood somehow.

‘And so it happened that after being a priest in the Royal family for 40 years, Imhotep became in charge of mummifying the bodies. 

  On this fateful day, today, he got up with severe headache and received news from his helper boy that the son of the Faroh, was bitten by a snake and passed away. Imhotep overcame with guit and anger towards himself as he faintly recalled the helper boy waking him up in the previous night when he was busy trying out different potions. As often as he did for last 40 years, he would drink a potion and meditate.  He repeated this act over and over again to see if he could connect with the magical stream of light that he used to see when he was a child.  Imhotep realized that he had gone too far into the sedative frenzy created by the potions.  He immediately ordered the boy to clean the marble bench next to the alter.

 He prepared the prince’s body by cleaning all the extremities and giving orders to his servant boys to take out the internal organs. They made fine specimens which

he often used to brew potions unbeknownst to the rest of the Nile Delta.  However today, for the first time in years, Imhotep gave the order to feed the organs to the wild animals, the act of relinquishing Soul’s earthly attachments by giving it back to Earthly creatures. More importantly is an act of purification for the Soul.  Imhotep remembered how he was taught these important yet simple rituals by his uncle.

 Only a few days ago, Faroh’s son asked him about the burial procedure and said that he would like to learn from him.  You see, in those times in Nile Delta, a child born in any house could decide to do anything except the work of slaves.  The kind Faroh always fostered the societal variety to grow sideways. His ministers thought he was crazy and created more havoc in society but over the years they came to appreciate that Faroh was right in allowing order within the chaos to appear.  Faroh’s son took his father’s policies one step further and created a system of donors and receivers which eventually created an almost utopian society. The royal priest, Imhotep for an example was given 10000 gold stone tablets for his family’s services to the royal line of kings. Imhotep used most of the gold to feed his own eccentric and fiendish schemes of brewing magical potions and bringing the magical reality back to Egypt.

While reflecting upon his lust of magic and overwhelming desire to own and possess magic, Imhotep felt incredible pain in the left ventricle of his heart. He knew he was having a heart attack and that he soon would pass over.  He recalled his dream from the fortnight.  While preparing the last rites of the young prince and clutching his hand on his heart, he recalled that he had the same dream 40 years ago before kicking at the door of his uncle for not letting him on the secret of magic.

 The Goddess had decided that the times were inappropriate for the White Magic to appear yet. Imhotep saw a vision of an old Egyptian goddess in that dream,  as she told her to stop embarking on the fruitless journey.

She told him to spend his time working on potions to heal people who were suffering from various deceases. The snakes materialized in droves in the externalized reality in the towns and cities and were becoming a big menace, or the wild uncontrolled subconscious memories of the souls born in the Nile Delta at this time were rampant.

 With tears running down from his eyes, he purified the body of the prince with fragrant essential oils and wrapped the young prince’s body with softest linens. He then closed the purification ceremony by summoning the Goddess, as he was taught by his uncle, and painting a red spot on the third eye in the forehead. He could only recall one of the thirty chants of the closeout ritual and told the helper boy to run down the basement to get the scrolls.

Sharp pain shot up in the back of his head and right before he passed out. He had another vision of a future lifetime. This time he saw himself as an Indian king and yet again sought the help of the spirits through a black guardian spirit, a sinister figure whom he recognized as the condensed and consolidated subconscious desires of possession and control.

The sun was about to set. The beautiful open chamber of his mansion was filled with evening light and as Imhotep looked on he realized how etheric and surreal and magical this moment was.  Imhotep lit up lamps and incenses and as the white drapes fluttered in the Nile breeze.  He gasped for air, drank water and felt that all of these moments were magical indeed. He had simply chosen to ignore them. The magic unfoled in front of him as his everyday life and such moments were abundant and yet he had not recognized them.  The whole mansion was filled with supernal light as it did everyday. He saw the helper boy approaching with pot to water the plants that the boy tended and realized how frivolous he had been while ignoring the plants, the river, the sunrises and sunsets and the joy of serving and healing others. His heart now went into irregular fibrillations as he realized that he had stolen the very essence of Life from the spirits that he possessed and gathered in order to unfold the magic which was always present and infinite. 

Imhotep sat down on the marble stone next to the body, and realized that he was blinded by his desire to produce magic which he once knew so well.  He does not see his own maya and the fact that his desire was creating such veils under which he is being taken advantage of by the dark forces.  His regular intake of potions was in fact the poison that intensified these dark forces of anger, lust, greed, jealousy, and the whole gambit of negative emotions and that these acts pushed away the innocence and the Divine Essence  within him. 

While dealing with these spirits they transferred the gunk of the universe to him to channel and cleanse. However some of the associative karma with the faroh and his princes still remained as he had abused their soul energies and used their organs, made potions and drank them. 

Finally, Imhotep took his last breath while looking at the white heron silently waiting on a dry branch over the river looking for a fish and recalled for the brief moment how magical everything was before he was reborn.’

 Maria was dumbfounded and perplexed at the variation of putrid encounters and mangled human emotions. She cried when she heard the characters of the stories cried, she laughed when they laughed. And she became overjoyed when she heard that they had finally found the magical reality of Divine through their life experiences. 

Maria gulped the clear water of the stream next to the tree and continued on.  Onwards, she leaned on various trees and listened to their stories. Each tree emitted a specific hue of light and aroma. Each tree had astounding resemblance to the every other tree and yet each tree had a unique story. 

 The sun was about to set. The forest had lost most of the mist and bathed in the light that seemed to appear from everywhere. A beautiful golden sun appeared through the red tree trunks of Giant Redwoods.

She came across a tree with white trunk and bright amber yellow and moon-blue leaves. The trunk showed golden striations when Septi spoke.  Maria took a step forward and pressed her right ear against the knott in the center.

‘And so Maria was sent on a mission to find Kokopelli.  She started out in a misty forest with tall tress. Trees change colors according to her mood and the time of the day. The girl carried magic with her.’, Maria heard Septi talk.  

With an ecstatic wonder, Maria looked around her and found the Aspen leaves creating a gorgeous golden red hue while the setting Sun’s rays filtered through them and replenished the forest floor.   The sun filtered through glowing bodies of red ants on a nearby trunk of a tree that had recently fallen down.  As the sunlight hit the remaining leaves on the forest floor through the ant bodies, it created mini rainbows. Maria thought her eyes glowed with the same twinkle as these rainbows. Could it be? Can it be? Maria thought in ecstatic wonder.  ‘Hum, it is so...’ The resonant voice of Septi filled the entire forest.

Maria realized that she was born into this day in this body here and now and had been playing in this forest for eternities. These stories were her stories.  Maria then looked at her hands and giggled when she realized that she had been born out of her own magic.  She realized that she carried the myth of her origin as told by two girls to each other as the bindu or the dot of Chandra (Moon) that she saw early morning before the sunrise and before starting her journey in the forest early morning. She oozed the intoxicating wine and elixir Divine that symbolizes bindu on Shiva’s forehead, the Chandra. She knew that she is the dot in the symbol Aum.

As she saw the forest and the mist finally cloaked into her dress, two of her vehicles, a giant male African elephant and a big African lion appeared from the forest.

She realized that she had encountered the Divine Essense, herself,  Krushna on many different occasions as the dual colors of yellow gold/amber red and mystic blue/dark glowing blue. Only now this dawned on her.

As she continued and arrived on the vary spot she had started in the morning, as the twilight and the early night descended she wrapped her magic into her self,  the Bliss, and heard a mystical flute from the distance.

A lonely figure of Kokopelli appeared above in the starts and she rode the start-chariot and became one with her Twin.

The end.