Under a Guiding Star
Photo by Ibrahim Taha Salim of Taha Safaari
This photo was taken in the Egyptian White Desert, under a moon bow.
About 5 years ago I worked for a while with a shaman from Italy. The teaching visionary journey he took me on was profound and foundational, I have continued to see it unfold through my life in the years since then.
At first I was with a camel by a small oasis in the desert. I had a big heart connection with that camel, and he would come to take me back into the vision to explore it some more. I was going on an unknown journey across the desert, for something important. And though what I was shown was the birth of the Christed child, I never saw this as being more than symbolism, the retrieval of something important for my community, a future community.
And I’m only sharing the beginning of this visionary journey, for it was extensive and continues to unfold.
There was a bluebird in the date palms of this vision that I was never able to completely understand until I got to Siwa. For Siwa is where this journey began. When I went to Egypt I always knew I needed to go to the desert, only to discover this was a large part of why.
Siwa spoke to me and I found the beginnings, a tumbled down temple that once had healing waters.
This photograph reminds me of the Star of Bethlehem from the Christmas story.
So did the three Kings come from Egypt, specifically Siwa ? I’m being shown that at least one did. It is unlikely they travelled alone, they would have had at least a small entourage. I’m also being shown that one was a woman, and I feel the truth of this.
In the past I assumed that, because we may incarnate as either gender, like in the biblical story they were all men. Now though because of the spiritual significance of a Christed birth, from a womb wisdom lineage that has roots in Egypt, it feels really unlikely that a woman wasn’t present and would have travelled. Mary surely would also have had a mid-wife and other sisters attending her, no matter how humble the birth.
We had our spiritual networks, even then.
Our perspective of those times is limited by what we feel, and have been taught, is possible now. And as this expands and changes, so does how we view the past.
I don’t know how this reconciles with any current historical records and research, I trust what spirit is showing me even if I don’t fully know the reasons.
What I do know is that bluebird drew down the golden thread and rewove the cellular consciousness through the waters and then into the Earths core, after the extensive clearing work we did in Siwa the day before.
( see my poem ‘New Beginnings’ )
And seven days later I was at the Pyramids.
Back in Scotland a kingfisher crossing my path both Christmas morning and Boxing Day morning, a brilliant azurite bluebird, served both as a reminder of what we anchored in, in Egypt, and that it is coming to fruition.
With much love,
From my heart to yours,