Egypt is the cradle of alchemy (and therefore chemistry), which name originates from Egyptian word khemet – fertile, black soil. It also happens to be the name of this country in ancient Egyptian. It is also the cradle of European astrology, as we know it. Both of them are most important directions of my personal development and my passions.

I was physically there only one more time. Yet during every really energetically strong meditation, I have a strong feeling of returning to that place. Egypt is now a place inside me, within my mind. Thanks to this I "was" there many times already. Maybe it’s a glipse of even deeper history of my lives - I wish to be able to verify this some day. As I write this story after a longer time, I do this without unnecessary excitement or emotions, which could disrupt objective look.

There was a joint planetary energy of Jupiter and Neptune growing in heavens. To put it simple, it was about to bring many benefits and possibilities of personal development to those, who are open to spiritual and transpersonal experiences. But to the majority of humankind it meant illusions, paranoia, delusions and diseases, medial chaos and mess in top circles of political power. At that moment I had no idea about incoming affairs of false pandemia and flu vaccines, as well as about the great swindle of CO2. These news were just about to see the daylight in mass media after our return from Egypt.

I’ve never been before to none of Tom’s workshops. About experiences coming from the Merkaba meditation alone I’ve scarcely heard a few years earlier from my friends - łukasz Kierus and Monika Burzyńska, who have had participated in workshops organized in Poland before. In their stories there have been too much fresh enthusiasm and knowledge repeated from books. I could not take it seriously. As a rule I have a very... cautious attitude to every new and unknown spiritual or energetic practice. But I already had a major credit of confidence for Shirlie’s work. Before I received this proposal, I already had a great pleasure and honor to translate her workshop and individual therapeutic sessions. Deep in my guts I had confidence, that whatever would come, that could shake my sense of energetic balance, will be neutralized by her powerful talent and therapeutic competencies.

And it was not the only obstacle on the way to open to experiences of consciousness expansion. We had no idea, how the Egyptians would receive us – we were going to stay in Calimera hotel for the first time. We’ve had quite a serious emotional shivering, when hotel security members took place with us in the room and started to make detailed notes of our Merkaba course. But then Tom had put the group in half-meditative state and gave us the affirmation, starting from invocation to Jesus and God Almighty. Nearly that very moment security officers, being of Muslim religion, gave up on it and finished their notes after a few moments. The chief of security simply left the room. I jiggled with laughter silently, and for the first time I felt a strong and very sympathetic bond with Tom. Contrary to appearances, it was a very shamanic and discordian trick. If I were him – I would probably do the same. A moment later I couldn’t forgive myself not to translate „God” to Polish equivalent of „gods”. I made Paweł Trzciński laugh of it, as he was well aware of my Heathen sympathies. The chief of security from that moment smiled cheerfully on our sight, and was saying that

As Tom was assigning subsequent integrational and self-opening exercises to the group, more ice cracked and we begun to feel still better in our company. I myself was translating with great pleasure, because I felt well understood and accepted with my own knowledge, spiritual individuality and experience with internal practice. In my eyes Tom proved himself very well as facilitator of group process. I use that term purposely instead of just calling him „workshop leader”, because it has good connotations with process oriented psychology, which for me brings in exemplar and very respectful qualities of group work. Tom, without imposing his own personality or private views, expressed himself and encouraged others to self-expression in such a way and degree, that it made us feel good about it (but not lazy). From the start he gave everyone great space of privacy, which fostered growing the feeling of safeness and encouraged us to cross our own fears of speaking in front of the group. This also gave comfort to me and a feeling, that I am in the right place, and that I participate in valuable process, which goes far beyond the frame of known to me, rather inglorious stereotypes of esoteric workshop guidance and is close to principles that I appreciate.

From the very beginning of this workshop, the connection of two instructors’ energies was an uncommon novelty. Tom, playing the major part with his decidedly male, flaming and high energy, was giving the field with great grace to Shirlie, who operated with extraordinary strong, feminine and watery, deep energy. In Egyptian climate it was like mint honey on our burning hearts, steaming heads and souls tired of their armors. Where his male way of leading the classes reached the capacity limit of counteracting the escape into intellectualism, Shirlie with her delicate hand and velvet voice guided us out of our brain boxes, back to our hearts and bodily consciousness. A moment later, almost asleep and in trance, we’ve been woken up back to strains of assimilating and processing new information by a resolute, but very calm and quiet voice of Tom. It was like a journey on big, though harmonious and deliberate waves.

In such spiritual rhythm of passing through alternating fiery-intellectual, and watery-bodily waves, we’ve flown just before the journey to Cairo and Gizeh towards the meeting with dolphins in meanders of nearby coral reef. Before they have shown, we called them telepathically in meditation, connecting our hearts with theirs. The experience of oceanic, energetic and universal love of those very intelligent beings was very ecstatic, and I myself was very much longing for it after extended, earlier peripeteia in Poland. I had a feeling, that at that moment not only my heart took a deep breath in and out with relief. In hot climate our national sorrows, stigmata and historical imprints, annexations, partitions and world wars, were melting down from us like old mud. On each succeeding day we laughed still wider, more, happier and more sincere. We’ve spent the evening before the departure to the Pyramid, by filling the hotel lobby with our loud, Polish outbursts of joyfulness, summarizing another blunt wit, that were completely unbearable for more tense and neurotic members of other nations. There’s no way to hide, that under this great cheerfulness a slight uneasiness was hiding, before that which could await us inside the Pyramid. But we discharged that feeling well enough to make the spiritual gates to the depths of our minds open well later on.

My first visit in Cairo and the Egyptian Museum of Cairo shocked me strong and positively enough, to make me stop thinking about finding the famous „Stella of Revelation # 666”.  First time I’ve found another and probably I wanted to believe too much, that it is this one – it was during the second visit when I actually have found the right Stella – but I didn’t feel in it magickal mysticism, but rather an energy of slight irony. The feeling of many incredible energies, floating above heads of the crowd and penetrating right through them like hard radiation, was a clear signal of my readiness for incoming experiences. Walking from one statue to another and subsequent mummies, I felt only still growing vibrations and increasing level of my own, internal energy. I saturated myself and tuned to „pharaohs’ frequency”, and following it’s trail I finally ended up in

As I believe, this was the crucial and key discovery for my opening on the wholeness of this experience. I stood before the Mask in a way, that allowed me to easily meditate on all the eyes of the pharaoh (also the third one) as well as on his remaining chakras, present in his phantom form. Exchange of energy and information engulfed me for over half an hour. Later on I learned, that person standing right behind me couldn’t stand the intensity of flow that was also back of me. From Mohammed I found out, that the more energetically closed and oversensitive tourists are known to feel bad or even start to faint after several seconds of just standing before the mask. It’s worth to remember, that it was Tutankhamen who brought back the original cult of many gods and suppressed monotheistic religious mutiny, introduced by his father Amenhotep. No wonder, that energy of Egyptian gods is so strongly focused right in memorials of this one pharaoh.

Energy was flying in wide streams both ways, and I myself felt a unity with young, prematurely deceased pharaoh. The experience was so strong and pervasive, that I had an feeling of sorting out and recycling of all energetic pieces of junk, which were stuck in my brain’s hypothalamus, during over a dozen of years of contacts with many different, more or less energetically twisted people having… hmm… magical talents or supposedly spiritual gifts. Even more, I was left with feeling of security and self-confidence, that no one can really harm me in energetic way. Pharaoh is only a priest and a channel to energies far greater than himself… and on top of that, he is the first among the priests. Above him there are only primordial, archetypical energies and intelligences, that completely cross beyond frames of any particular, single culture or civilization. What’s interesting, those energies are rather reluctant to pay attention to expectations of those, who cannot show respect to a man, who sacrificed most of his life to their worship. Because he is already dead, he is completely above earthly manipulations of living priests. Understanding of a deeper sense of this was given to me much later.

Strong feeling of internal integration, security and at the same time union and contact with them remained written with glowing patterns under my eyelids for a very long time – it was like an astrological insight into primordial cosmic Self, projected on a bare soul, live, without charts, ciphers, tables and circles. It also was the first moment, in which I strongly experienced a déjà vu, as if I already knew perfectly this process of „tuning”... since ages. I also knew, that it’s just a beginning of spirituals feast, that was awaiting me. One of these archetypes I asked for support in particular. It did not disappoint me.

The journey later on was like meaningless dreaming, interrupted with colorful telltales and facts from Egyptians’ everyday life in social, political and economic dimension – told by our defiant, Egyptian tour-guide. I am not really a fan of physical souvenirs’ collections, I prefer to memorize and gather energetic impressions, so witty details of lives were falling deep into my memory. Only by the Sphinx statue I woke up again, or maybe rather it was that bigger, more full and universal Self in me which stretched out and yawned, warming up before the real dalliances with my ego. We were just a few steps and a few memorial picture frames away from the short meditation nearby the Sphinx and mandatory pictures with his „kiss”, to the entrance into the Pyramid.

Inside awaited us literally the strongest energetic meditative experiences of my entire life hitherto. All the nervousness, smell, swept, shouts of impatience, uneasiness – it was all unimportant compared to the Wholeness. I will never forget „Ave Maria” sung by Shirlie back then. It really was the energy and presence of primordial Goddess, stripped from all veils of names and cultural frames. At some point my strong, emotional attachment to frames with „TAO” and „Taoist practice” captions totally dissolved. Paradoxically my love to practice and it’s essence by itself did not disappear, but grew stronger. I crossed beyond spiritual security zone and I found new, fresh for me territories. I found the Tao, which is not named Tao. When we entered the energetic wash-machine of Sarcophagus Chamber – a deep „washing with soaking” started in awaiting especially for us dense, hot and primordial energy.

The holy place of the holies, where from time immemorial adepts were entering in contact with cosmic craddle of a large part of our genome, started to pour energy of Sirius / Sothis on us. The Merkaba shape opened us for this energy. Most of us inside didn’t know, that sources of this practice are present in the most mystical current of Qabbalah. It is called the Great Workings of the Charriot– Maaseh Merkabah. That information is important only for the really curious researchers, attached to historical details. This is where we all have had various, very strong mystic and spiritual experiences.

The most important sensation for me (apart from consciousness expansion, already known to me) was the feeling, as if a thick, energetic, solar-golden fur of strands several centimeters long had instantly grown from the very inside of my bones. Never in my life was there such an intense experience of meditative energy. Take an adjustment, that I couldn’t joyfully dissolve in meditation, because I was a translator. I had to keep full awareness and activity of my left hemisphere, watchfully listening to still quieter and more dissolving into cosmic ecstasy voices of instructors. I’ve had to repeat their words loud enough, so as many people as possibile would have absolutely no doubts, what they are about to do actually. This is where my experience as an instructor for my own courses in yoga and meditation was helpful, on which I also had to speak to a quite big group of people in a possibly most clear way and in a heightened state of consciousness. Another piece in the puzzle of this trip jumped in it’s place, another reason to feel as needed and the right person in the right place.

Energetic bell in me, whose very heart was stricken by star energies of the Pyramid, sounded long after. I felt completely reborn, painlessly grinded to dust and recreated anew from zero. I came to Egypt as a smothered and abused, barely alive piece of gray dirt. I returned as a broadly smiling ball of matted lion’s mane - like, solar-gold energy. Egypt, the house of slavery? You’ve got to be kidding.

Two days later we fixed up a bit more, by meditating in temple complex of Carnac. We managed to get access to a small chamber inaccessible for tourists, with a holy statue closed inside, and we had no idea what would it be before entering. When my eyes got used to darkness, from their depths slowly emerged a lion mouth of the very goddess, to whom I prayed for support earlier in the Museum. A strong current of her martial energy started to regenerate my solar plexus and entire belt of internal organs around it, especially the liver and gallbladder – connected to Chinese element of Wood. That goddess is very well known for her war-waging talents as well as healing art. Because she can efficiently kill – she knows how to successfully heal. Again, angelic voice of Shirlie and her meditation in intention of peace on Earth introduced harmony to hot, evidently more masculine energy of this goddess.

A few days after those strong meditations  I returned to Poland, and my first phonecall was to my clairvoyant friend. „Your bones are shining. You look like a sun, and in solar plexus you have a ball of strong, Martian energy” – it was his first moment expertise. And this is how I felt even long after returning to a sad country, cold, flooded with rains and crisis moods. Martial and twisted faces of passport control made me silently burst with laughter time after time, because their contrast to laughing faces of workers in Egyptian airport of Hurghada was grotesque.

For the few following months this strong energy was doing some serious refurbishment inside of me and in my life. Practically from the very moment of return there were revolutions – one after another, as if a barrage of a high water dam finally opened inside me. I welcomed with relief each of these changes, and after some time also with joy, although some of them were really shocking at first moment and very distant from pink-fluffy-nice, newage’ish, colorful pictures with angels. First time in my life a clearly  directed and physically active energy inside me was awakening, and I was just beginning to identify it.

It is a strength to realize my own vision and life path, an archetype of a Warrior that till that moment was rather barely known to me. Though it happened in a context completely different than tribal, shamanic rites, I clearly felt initiated. The energy which I received succeedingly from Tutankhamen, inside the Pyramid, and finally from the very Sekhmet herself had a strongly initiating quality. I was entering the process of it's integration, assimilation of a new structure. I already had all the elements - I just needed a new form of their organization. That's exactly what all initiations give - a new system for already existing parts. I needed to go through a deep desintegration prior to my trip to Egypt in order to be able to integrate myself around a new center - which of course confirms the general rule.

I started to recognize from now on surprisingly many acts of submissive giving up without fight in my behavioral patterns, to which I started to say simple „no” with still growing consciousness. From that point of view it was obviously a lot easier to look at storm unleashing in mass-media and see through paranoic basis of medial conflict, and games waged on top, clear and obvious for more conscious part of humankind. The further the process inside me went on, the more eagerly expectations grew in me towards the next trip and next portion of this very strongly transforming energy.