Edfu
The next day, we took a horse ride from the ship to the Temple of Horus. The horse’s name, our driver had, was called “Layla.” I noticed on the way here that there were these two Egyptian girls who were also on the cruise with us. The one girl who caught my attention, her name was Fatma. We would later that night go to a bazaar next to the port where the ships had docked.
It was chaotic, but we went here to get our outfits for this dance we would do with all of us dressed up as Egyptians. Some of the people in our group did well at haggling down the prices with the vendors. The men here were ready to sell you everything and anything they had. Ah, which reminds me.
I forget when or on what day, but I had bought a “Nefertati” from one of these small shops. This was during the day on the road by the desert. Remember Marisa? She resembled Nefertiti quite a lot. I can’t remember if I bought it before or after I had met her. This was also the only time I had seen one of the Egyptian children begging for money or something. She wasn’t leaving, so I gave her a 1 USD dollar. She wouldn’t stop looking at me as we boarded the bus and left.
Throughout all of the places we went and visited in Egypt, almost no one was allowed to beg. Or they made it seem that way. Most people had to do something for you to receive money. The most common way was where they would ask you for a picture, which they would do without telling you, then expect monetary compensation.
On day ten, we were close to Aswan now. We were almost at the southern end of the Nile River near the Sudan border. We went to the temple of Isis, which is surrounded by water. This temple is on a small island. Out of all the ruins we visited, this island had one of the most hostile Egyptians we encountered throughout the whole trip. He was a bald man with a gun and a white shirt to go with his security guard attire. He wasn’t one of the temple guards, or at least he wasn’t dressed humbly like the other men usually were.
The moment I saw him, I got a bad feeling about him. Mayk, as we did in all of the temples, had us go into meditation or touch some of the structures. He would have us do this in Peru at one point in Cusco. But in this trip, he did this the most, from what I could remember. Whether he was watching us or was informed, the man immediately came to confront the group when we were trying to meditate in a circle near one of the relics or statues that were there.
Nazir had to calm him down, from what I can remember, but he left us alone after that. Mayk wasn’t shaken, but he didn’t have us do much after this.
Perhaps it was the night before, or the night we visited Horus’s temple. This is where I had one of the most profound dreams in Egypt I can remember, even now.
I saw myself having to cross a wooden bridge. It was poorly lit and there was a large chasm and abyss under it. I saw the bridge as symbolic. It represented the two paths humanity could take. For me, I was not sure what it would mean, but in the moment I saw the negative path was taken. Since then, I am confident that has been corrected. The spirit and astral body does more than we realize while we are asleep. It is the one that understands, always.
Mabel and I weren’t as close as we would be in Mexico and Peru. In India, on the last trip, we would talk a fair amount as well. This was my second trip with her, Mayk, and Kevin. Others from the first trip (Mt. Shasta) were present here as well, but we only saw one person go on all of the trips with us. Funny enough, she was an Argentine woman from New Jersey, but on the New York side.
