Egypt

I was walking down a dark corridor. I wasn't entirely sure where I was headed or what was waiting on the other side. Yet still I moved forward. There was indeed a light at the end of the tunnel, a light, bright and colorful, not like the traditional white light you expect to see when you die. "Was I dying?" I suddenly thought to myself. I couldn't really remember the moments before entering the corridor. Perhaps that was for the best, what if I had been killed in some horribly tragic way. I wouldn't want to remember that. I tried to think about where I had been but I just couldn't remember. All I could think of was the spetacular light up ahead. It was drawing me in, that psychadelic rainbow, calling to me like a siren at sea.

The closer I came the warmer I felt. I hadn't realized I was cold until I felt the warmth. It seemed as though I could reach out and touch the radiating bursts of color. I could clearly see there was an open doorway where the light was coming from. Naturally, as if I didn't even know the feeling of fear, I stepped into the colorful array. The feeling of pure euphoria flooded my soul. I closed my eyes and basked in the ecstasy of that one pure moment. Music filled my ears like a rock opera, a symphony like no other. Electric guitars entwined with violins and bass. I opened my eyes and to my disappointment I merely was standing in a room with several doors. The music faded and silence filled the room.

All the doors were closed but each had its own unique size and style. Seven doors, there were seven doors. I counted them aloud. My curiosity was getting the best of me, were these doors locked, I wondered. What was behind them? Why did they feel so...familiar? I carefully inspected each one.

The first door was green covered in vines of ivy and had a single eye centered on the door. Bizzarely it seemed like a real eye that followed me as I passed it.

The second door was gray and had a solid white star on it. It dripped as if covered with condensation. The door felt icy to the touch and invoked a feeling of sadness and panic. I didn't want to go through that door.

The third was a beautiful royal blue and had a silver fleur de lis adorning it.

The fourth was black and had a pentacle upon it made of wooden sticks.

The fifth door was an aged all white door with a chalice on it. I could have taken hold of the chalice and drank of it had I choosen that door. But I did not this time, I merely moved on.

The sixth seemed to glow more so than the others, it was solid gold and had an ornamental Ankh. I felt awefully compelled to open this door but I thought I should inspect the final door before making a decision.
The last door was Indigo and had a glimmer to it. It held the Omega symbol upon it. I wasn't sure which door to try and open, they all seemed to be intriguing in their own way.

My glance returned to the illuminated door with the ankh. I stepped up to it and touched it's smooth golden surface. It was cool and inviting. Without applying much pressure the door began to slide open. As I stepped into the entryway. I could not have imagined what I experienced next...

With complete weightlessness I glided through time and space. Images filled my head faster than the speed of light. It was as if I watched a movie of an entire life time at warp speed. Yet every detail was engrained in my mind as if I, myself, had lived it. It slowed down and I hovered above a sacred chamber.

ANCIENT EGYPT - YEAR 10,500 BCE
The room was dark, only lit by a small torch. The walls were covered with slots that contained rolled up scrolls. Each were labeled with heiroglyphics. A woman sat at a makeshift table writing on a hemp scroll. Next to her, proped up against the table, was a staff topped with a serpent that seemed to have glowing eyes. I heard a shuffle coming down the corridor towards the chamber. I looked at her closely and the resemblance was uncanny, she was me. She was adorned with a golden head band in the shape of an asp. Her hair was braided and hung down over her left shoulder. The man that entered the room was a familiar face too, Reuben, my brother. It was comforting to see his face.

"Preistess Senephra, the great pyramid is nearing completion." Reuben (or whatever his name was) knealt down in respect to her. "My Priestess, our legacy will be preserved, until Atlantis rises again"

"I certainly hope the future will handle this knowlege more responcibly than our people did." she said with a bitter sadness.

"It is my prayer also." Reuben concurred.

As I took a closer look at the chamber I noticed 12 slots around the circular chamber. All but one held a human size crystal quartz skull. Sitting beautifully upon the table was the twelveth skull, it was a reddish orange color. Senephra picked it up with such love and care, polished it off with a soft cloth and placed it into the empty slot. In the middle of the room I noticed a strange golden chest. Two angels faced one another atop the beautifully ordained chest. My study of world religion certainly paid off this time, I immediately recognized the chest as the Ark of the Covenant. What was perplexing was the fact that the ark should not have existed during this time period and even stranger, why was it in a hidden chamber in ancient Egypt? The mention of the ark seemed to be exclusive to the Hebrew based religions(ie: Judaism, Chrisitanity and Islam). I had never heard of the mention of the ark in Egyptian mythology. This time period seemed to pre date the ancient Egyptians written record so perhaps the Egyptians didn't even realize the ark was there. Moses was legened to have been ordered to build the chest and used it for communication with God. A silly concept when you think about it, why would God need a communication devise to begin with.

Senephra opened the ark with the help of Reuben and removed a beautiful purple amethyst skull. She placed it into the center of the ark between the two golden cherubum. What happened next was astonishing, the skull seemed to activate. It lit up with amazing colors flying everywhere. Then each skull around the chamber began to glow with a stream of light connecting each to one another and a spoke came inward to the skull housed in the center of the ark. It was reminessant of a chain of Christmas lights being plugged into the outlet for the first time of the year. The Priestess placed her hands upon the energized skulls and spoke, "Lord Enki, I call upon you. We, the final reminants of the sacred Priesthood of Atlantis, ask for your presence here on Earth. We have activated the gateway so that you may pass through."

The skull illuminated even more and eerily opened its mouth and began to speak, "My child, I see you and I hear you, and my blessings I bestow upon you. Your work will be the saving grace of humanity for the next time the skulls are reunited much will be at stake. We shall take the skulls and deliver them to the sacred people all across the Earth. The hall of Records that have been preparred shall be sealed until the proper time."

Senephra bowed her head and asked, "And what, my Lord, of the Ark?"

The skull replied, "The Ark shall remain in the chamber beneath the great Lion along with the records of my holy people the Atlanteans. The chamber is to be sealed and hidden until the appropriate time."

"My Lord, how will we know when the time arrives?"

"The skulls will find their way back to one another. The portal will be reopened and the final battle will occur. This will be many lifetimes from now my child. As for this lifetime, when the chamber has been sealed your work will be complete."

A sound like thunder cracked and a bolt of lightening flashed then the room fell completely dark. When Reuben lit his torch all 12 of the skulls and their coinsiding scrolls were gone, as if they had disappeared into thin air. Left in the room was the Ark and the 13th skull. Ezra sighed as a tear fell upon her cheek. She placed the skull and her sacred serpent rod into the ark. Took a bow of reverence. Then she and Reuben left the chamber for the very last time. They did as they were asked and sealed off the tunnel, they never spoke of the ark nor the skulls or the chamber again...at least not in that lifetime.

Before I came back to this lifetime, I noticed the angelic being that I had seen knealt down next to my bed. He stepped up to me and placed his hands upon my skull in the way that Senephra had placed her hands onto the magical crystal skull. Images forced their way into my mind. I saw the tall beings with the elongated skulls coming out of a sort of space craft and handing each skull to different native people from all across the globe. Not just people, but my people, my family, as if we have been here for thousands of years working towards the same mission, lifetime after lifetime. A Mayan woman who was clearly Ember with dark hair and eyes, Sol and Jack were no surprise, two monks in Tibet, a Japanese young girl was Alexis, Harper and Azure (who seemed to be Jaspers mother) lived the life of two native American women, Cherokee I do believe which happens to be a tribe our family descends from, Griffen and Zeke were two young boys on an island that would someday be known as the easter Islands, Sam was an older Celtic or Gaelic woman standing on a site that would eventually become Stonehenge, Sebastian and Shilohstood as a married couple with their children Gabriel, Jonah and Hami in an Incan village in Ancient Peru, two Russian men I didn't recognize made me assume they would be a part of our lives someday, Ricky and Marco looked like they were in an Aztec village, Beth stood near the banks of the Ganges in India, Liza was a Sumerian queen, and the final skull was taken by my neices Fiona and Adele (Ricky and Marco's adopted daughters) into the blue-green waters of the Caribbean and tucked it safely away.

Somehow, I knew for sure that these visions were not just the hallucinations of a sick woman or the bizzare dreams that had flooded my subconsciuos throughout my life but rather memories. Memories of lives I had lived before, lives that WE had lived before. Not only lives we had lived but purpose driven lives and this present lifetime was the culmination of the work over those thousands of years.