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EGYPT REVISITED: The Lie an open mystery letter to her "brother of long ago," or simply a mystery. (story written July-September 2002/National Geographic article October 2002)
"Brother" Dear: Apparently... “Once upon a Time”... in an Old Kingdom Egyptian life, I was SECRETLY your sister. Our parents kept the secret from you and the entire kingdom, that I was their daughter!
I was secretly “ensconced” to the throne, in case anything happened to you. In other words, I was their “backup,”or “ace in the hole.” I was the only one who knew, besides the parents and someone in the priesthood...and an esoteric few.
There was some kind of turmoil happening...some kind of threat in the kingdom. The mother made me promise not to tell anyone who I was. So, actually, she was the one who lied...and I obeyed the command.
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That was the REAL REASON I couldn’t marry you. I am told that I was extremely beautiful and that I loved to dance. My main function within the court was that of an exquisitely beautiful dancer. I LOVED to dance. It was my whole joy in life. In those days, dancing was more of an art which bordered on religious experience. I was extremely happy and carefree. I had every luxury and joy, and many admirers. No one could ignore the beauty and joy which radiated from me. Life was an exuberant experience without cares.
I lived in the palace with no outward responsibilities. You were my older brother, and you were in line for the throne. You were in love with me. I spent many wonderful moments with you, as I loved you in return. You were not aware of who I was. I became pregnant with your child and bore a son. I was very young...barely able to conceive...about 11 or 12 years old.
The child became the issue. You wished to have the family as a unit upon the throne, as we were in love...and had a son...it was “perfect.” The one thing you did not know was that I could not ever marry you. I had taken the vow...to save the kingdom and obey my parents, the rulers. AND I COULD NOT TELL YOU.
Our son was also “backup.” Something was very wrong, in some political sense.
Not being able to tell you created a very unnatural situation. This was not natural. You knew I loved you...so why wouldn’t I marry you? And I, being torn in two, between love and commandment, fell apart.
It is now clear to me that this was the BEGINNING of KARMA for me, and, I think, for all the people I knew in that life, and for that part of Egypt. My sense is that Karma was just beginning here, and up until this life, we, or most of us, were all happy.
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Interestingly enough, I believe I know many of the “players” in this story. It seems that this story is very important. Karma may be coming “full circle” in our present life here. This may be our last life on Earth. I hear that Earth is evolving to the 5th dimension. Perhaps beyond. Many in human form may be “going beyond” the Earth plane during this time period on earth.
This is our chance to Complete. This is our chance to “time travel” back to that point in our personal and mutual histories...to change it for a better outcome.
As far as I can tell, I never met you in another life, after the one in Egypt. We have been “waiting” to meet at this time. This is the TIME...the time to undo what has been done.
Telling you I loved you wasn’t enough. I needed to tell you the whole truth. I’m sure you would have kept the secret. I was a sacrifice for the whole kingdom. We could have been lovers AND you could have married someone else AND been on the throne...you could have had it all. I’m sure it was done. But, as it came down, we were separated and we became UNNATURAL. We suffered.
I fled to the temple. There was a priest there (where I went to cry) who manipulated me. He was some kind of “power behind the throne.” He wanted our son. I think he was influencing our mother. He told me to put on an outfit which one wore when someone dies...a kind of formal mourning cape. I put it on, and went into the court where you were. I picked up our son and carried him away. You were horrified when you saw me. I looked straight ahead. I wouldn’t make eye contact with you. (Following the priest’s orders.) I carried our son to the priest, and he was raised in the priesthood. I think this was the beginning of my spiritual journey...as my life had taken a turn for the ‘worst.’ I remained within the temple for most of my time, with our son.
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Thereafter, I was seen occasionally within the court, however, I never would dance. One day, sitting in a chair within the courtroom, holding my pet constrictor, he accidentally choked me to death. I say accidentally, because the snake loved me. We were very close. It appears that the servant in charge of feeding the snake “forgot.” When the snake felt my warm skin, he lovingly encircled my chest and throat (as he often did), only this time, being hungry, his muscles simply intstinctively started to contract, upon warm contact. I was strangled by my own innocent, hungry pet.
Someone else I know says he was the person to “avenge” my death, as he was the one to kill the servant who “forgot” to feed the serpent. Apparently, He was also in love with me. The snake was also killed, but by a different servant. He says it was all a ‘set up’ by someone else who wished for power...someone who knew who I really was.
I believe I know who our father was, in that life. Also the mother and the priest. Your present wife, I believe, was the woman you married and she bore you children. She ruled the country with you, for a short time. You did not rule for very long. Something was very wrong. I “saw” you marching with a group of men in a solemn kind of procession. You wore a tall, domed, onion-shaped hat made of gold on your head. It was all politics, by that time.
Imagine my surprise, when I recently drove a friend who had eye surgery to her doctor’s office. I sat down to read while I waited for her. The magazine I picked up to read was National Geographic, October 2002. To my amazement, there in the magazine was a similar story!!! Natinonal Geographic October 2002 | ||||||||||||||||
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“My life is getting very interesting,” I thought, in total awe. I quickly wrote down the phone number, to order a copy of the magazine. I have sent you a copy.
I have inquired within, as to the accuracy of the magazine story. It appears that it is partly true...but that this story I am sharing is more true. Somehow, though, it is comforting to see it written there.
According to the magazine, we had two mothers. Maybe you and I had different mothers(?)...so that would make us half-brother and sister. Ok that would make more sense. Perhaps my mother wanted HER child to rule. It is confusing, because we do not hear of women rulers. But, anyway, that’s how this story goes.
I think our father was King Teti (Old Kingdom). I think I was Princess Idut, his daughter. It appears that King Teti had two wives. His first was Khuit; his second wife was Iput.
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I think you were Pepi I. I think your wife was Ankesenpepi II.
Apparently, Pepi I had two wives, who were sisters...don’t know who the other one was.
Also, it appears that your wife became ruler, herself, after your death. She remarried her cousin, Merenre, and had a son, Pepi II. Since he was only 6, she became regent (that is what the article says, anyway.) She is the only known queen to have the “sacred incantations,” which are Pyramid Texts, buried with her...these were usually only for kings...words to say in the afterlife, to regain body functions.
So this story brings the issues full circle for completion. I am sorry I lied to you. I am sorry I did not follow my own inner feelings. I am sorry I did what others wanted me to do, instead of what was in my heart, what was natural and human and decent...to tell you the truth. I know you would have kept the secret.
And I WILL always love you.
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copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman AHA! Stories
Please visit the SEQUEL to this story, which may be may be found at: Reflections on Egypt Revisited, "Secret Power of the Pharaohs and Healing the Past"
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