Since junior high school, Egypt has fascinated me, especially the pyramids. I read books about Egypt, collected post cards from Egypt, and dreamed about the Egyptian desert. When I heard about a women’s group embarking for Egypt, I took out a loan and signed up for the two-week journey. My intuition woke me up one night before the trip with a clear message. I was to extend my stay for one week. Besides keeping the seven days open, no other information came—not even a suggestion about making a hotel reservation. I knew this was a test, or perhaps an initiation. I also knew I had been waiting for this experience for a long time, even though I could not articulate why. Intuitively, I knew surrender was the theme.
On the first of the seven days, I arrived at the ticket booth with my suitcase in hand. I had purchased tickets here many times before with the group, but this time I was alone. I planned to re-visit the Great Pyramid and await my intuition’s counsel. It was early morning and already there was a line at the ticket booth. As I questioned myself about what was I doing, I heard a loud voice say, “I so glad you back. What you need to see to remember?”
I thought he was speaking to someone in front or in back of me. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and I noticed the tears in his eyes. “It is you. I so happy. Where you stay? I take you home to be home with me and my family.” Then he picked up my suitcase and hollered to someone to take over his job in the ticket booth.
I felt excited, nervous, and a bit skeptical. Although some might describe me as naïve, I had experienced the common past life pickup line already a few times in Egypt. However, this time felt different.
“I so happy you come back. I be happy to help you remember. What can I show you? I have the keys to any places you want to go. I show.”
He disappeared back to the ticket booth. I reminded myself to breathe and gulped some water.
He returned, put out his hand and said, “People here call me Champion.”
During the week I heard many stories of how my guide entertained royalty and people from all over the world by running to the top of the pyramid and down in less than nine minutes. This is a remarkable feat that has not been duplicated, even by his two sons.
Three places attracted me. The first was a tomb that had been locked during my first visit. “No problem, I have keys,” boasted Champion. “I unlock and you visit. Maybe you remember.”
I also wanted to revisit the Great Pyramid at night. Champion arranged an overnight visit, and I sat near the sarcophagus and had vivid dreams but no remembering. He also escorted me to the pit of the pyramid, a dark and smelly place that held no memories for me, though I had been told it did for others.
The third pyramid, which I nicknamed the Baby Pyramid, somehow felt like home to me. Champion promised me he would give me the keys to that pyramid when I “remembered.” Each night he and I ventured out of the compound where hundreds of families lived adjacent to the Sphinx, and I meditated on the paws of the Sphinx from about two to four a.m. He would whistle and I would return his whistle, and then he walked me home. I slept in his red sitting room where he had received so many people and told them stories. He slept on the floor outside my door, which he locked from the outside. No escaping this time!
Five days passed, and I had a few glimpses of past lifetimes but nothing stuck. Finally Champion suggested we rent three donkeys, ride a few miles into the desert, and stay there all night within sight of the pyramids. When I reminded him that camping out in the desert was illegal, he said, “No problem.” We loaded the saddlebags with water, hard-boiled eggs, fruit and charcoal to keep the coyotes at bay and took off as the sun was setting. We also slung blankets over the donkeys’ backs because the desert gets cold at night.
We prayed for me to remember. Champion told me he was not allowed to tell me what he knew of our shared history. It was my job to remember. I sensed he both wanted me to remember and was also anxious, and I shared similar feelings. Yet I was aware that my time to remember was closing, and I wanted to know everything. We built a small fire and prayed together. As darkness surrounded us, the pyramids seemed to disappear. I tried to keep a picture of them in my mind to attract memories, but I fell asleep. Sometime during the remainder of the night, I remembered a past lifetime. Champion and I were raised to be “antennas” and to direct people to places that amplified their knowing. He was older than I and was responsible for training me. We did this as a service to people. However Champion became greedy and decided to charge exorbitant amounts of money to direct seekers. I disagreed and threatened to expose him to the authorities.
He laughed saying, “Who would believe you? I am your teacher. Besides you are a woman.”
I was outraged. I knew our work was sacred, and I also knew that demanding money was wrong. I watched the past lifetime go by like a movie. I appealed to the authorities. Champion won, as he predicted, and I was exiled. I returned to my beloved pyramids only during dreamtime. I never saw Champion again and we both grieved. At last I understood why he was so excited to see me once again. He wanted to make amends and bring peace to the karma of the past. I felt grateful to him for taking me to the desert so I could remember.
When we awoke, he chuckled as I told him the lifetime I remembered. Then he told me there were several others almost the same but maybe I did not have to remember “every bead.”
“What you want now?” he asked seriously.
I hesitated to ask if I had remembered enough to gain the keys to the third pyramid. Instead I said, “More than anything, I want to guide people to the places that trigger memories for them again. I want to do that with you like we did before.”
He nodded. I reached for his hand. “Together like before but no charging money.”
When we returned to Champion’s house, his wife served tea, and he handed me the large silver keys to the third pyramid. Then he said he was tired and he would see me after his nap.
Although it was early morning, women had already lined up at the compound’s well to draw their pails of water for the day. Chickens scattered as I walked slowly to the third pyramid. I pinched myself several times to make sure this was happening in real time.
In the distance, I spotted the guard at the door of the pyramid. Before I climbed the many steps that led to the entrance, I noticed the big smile on his handsome face. Like most of the guards, he was tall and muscular and young. I felt excited and a bit embarrassed. What would I say to him about the keys I held tightly in my hand?
Before I figured out my words, I heard myself speaking in Arabic. However, I had no idea about what I said.
His smile widened and he said in perfect English, “Of course you can enter. This is your home. No baksheesh needed. This is your home.”
I handed him the large key and he said, again in English, “Do you remember the way?”
Once more I addressed him in Arabic. Again I had no idea what I said.
He moved aside, and I heard him lock the giant door from inside. For about a minute I wondered if I needed to worry about being locked inside a pyramid, but then my feet carried me down the 22 steps to a familiar room. It was dark. I walked to the center of the stone enclosure and was still for a few seconds. Then my body began to move. First my legs, then my arms and hips. The exaggerated movements felt like Eternity moving through me. My eyes were closed. Time was dance. Space was rhythm. The dance bridged time and space. Then I heard notes, actual sounds that my body remembered from long, long ago. The memory of the sounds felt like an ancient soul memory, and I smiled and continued to dance. The deep chanting added to my whirling movements, and I felt like I was creating a trance! Suddenly I opened my eyes. The guard smiled and continued chanting. He nodded and said in English, “Remember I sang and you danced. All to raise the energy and to make big the energies of the pyramids.”
My body responded to his words and I knew he spoke truth. I continued my dance, and my movements expanded into sensuous play. No self-consciousness here. Then for a moment I questioned if I was stupid to continue to dance inside a locked pyramid with an unknown man singing and watching me. My heart was open and I dismissed worry. Somewhere from deep inside my body, I understood that I was inside of time and I was realigning with my soul. I felt protected and even graced. I continued to dance to his chants, remembering more about energy amplification with each step.
Without warning, he stopped chanting and I stopped dancing. He said something in Arabic that I did not recognize. We both smiled. Then he took my arm and gently led me up the stairs and out into the piercing desert sunlight. My last memory is of looking into his teary eyes.
Without thinking, I said in English, “You knew.”
He replied, “I, too, waiting for you to return. Return the keys back to Champion.”
Not until I was walking back to the compound did I wonder how he knew. The sun was high in the sky when I encountered Champion. Without asking if I remembered more during my time in the third pyramid, Champion took me by my arm and said, “Come, we work together as we did before.”
“Yes, I like that idea. Thank you,” I said with love.
We walked to the ticket booth hand in hand. We waited until the people approached us and asked if we could help them find particular places. Together we guided them to their trigger places of memory acceleration. No charge!
I facilitated spiritual journeys to Egypt for several years, and Champion and I worked together to bring people together with places that accelerated their remembering and knowing. The breakthroughs and the gifts helped to heal all of us.
Excerpted from Awaken Your All Knowing Heart by Rosalie Deer Heart