Twin Souls, A Karmic Love Story by Thyme Lauren O

Author:Thyme, Lauren O. [Thyme, Lauren O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lauren O. Thyme Publishing
Published: 2017-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

DURING THE SAME TOUR that I encountered Dendera, our group was scheduled to go to Karnak, an immense temple complex covering many acres, built and added to over centuries by many Pharaohs.

A buzz went around our group when Mohammed, owner of An­cient Tours, announced that we would be having a private showing in­side the Ptah sanctuary, including a very famous statue of Sekhmet.

I confess to my almost- ­total ignorance at that time. Prior to this first trip I knew virtually nothing about Egypt, limited to the Giza com­plex with its pyramids and sphinx—Isis, Osiris, Ramses the Great, and Cleopatra. So when the name Sekhmet was introduced, I shrugged, not understanding the excitement.

When the tour arrived at Karnak, I was overwhelmed by the im­mensity of the place. I could have easily gotten lost, so I stuck close to our group. And of course I didn’t want to miss the private viewing of the enigmatic Sekhmet.

It was late morning and the temperature had soared to 127°. I drank water non- ­stop and my legs were swollen from the heat, but I doggedly followed the others. Emil, our group’s Egyptologist, led the way to the sanctuary of Ptah. We had to wait for a prior group to finish their time inside, so we waited in whatever shade we could find.

Finally it was time to go inside. A quiver of excitement passed through me as we entered the tiny sanctuary. Inside was quite dark, lit only by a small opening in the ceiling. The granite walls were bare of decoration. In the middle of the small space was the black basalt statue of the Neter Sekhmet light from the hole in the ceiling illuminating her.

Sekhmet, with her stylized lioness head and larger- than- life- sized body of a woman, was placed on a granite dais. Including the sun disk over her head, she stood well over seven feet tall. I had to look up to see her eyes. She was holding a carved ankh, the key of life, in one hand, and a Was scepter in the other.

To say she was commanding is an understatement. Sekhmet took my breath away.

We had been advised throughout our travels in Egypt to avoid touching any of the antiquities, to maintain their condition for future generations. Yet at this sanctuary we were not only allowed, but en­couraged, to touch Sekhmet. Emil showed us the ritual of touching her. Each of us was instructed to touch the top of Sekhmet’s head, then our head. Then touch her heart and our heart. Finally we were asked to move aside to allow the next person in line to do the same ceremony.

We lined up single file in front of Sekhmet. When my turn came, I dutifully did as Emil had demonstrated. Her head, my head. Her heart, my heart. Then I stepped aside, to stand next to her. I reached out to touch Sekhmet’s arm. It was chilly to the touch, especially after the blazing heat outside. I stroked it, amazed at both the coolness and smoothness of the basalt.

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