in my group had, from before we left New Zealand, been worrying about her suitcase ‘arriving in one piece’. She became quite obsessed about the safety of her luggage. Sure enough, call it Murphy’s law, or the self-fulfilling prophecy, the one and only suitcase to arrive damaged was hers! Another client on another tour had been exactly the same – worrying about her case. Hers didn’t arrive at all! We are creating our reality with the thoughts we hold. Resting at our hotel after the long


flight, we had all turned in early. The next day, there was great excitement that the pyramids were finally within reach and everyone was up at the crack of dawn. Teasing them a little longer, I told my group their first visit to the pyramids would not be until this evening, when we would attend the famous light and sound show. In the meantime, today we would travel across the Egyptian desert to the famous Sakkara Pyramids, located in what was the first capital city of Egypt. Along the way we would be making


Walid explained that these children were the lucky ones. They had been taken off the streets, fed and housed and paid. They did seem happy, these little ones.


Big brown eyes and huge smiles beamed at us as we praised their work. We wanted to scoop them up and save them from this life of hard labour. We wanted to love them. But we had to move on – into the showroom to purchase our carpets, tangible memories to treasure back home. Travelling in the third world is an education for sure – it opens eyes and it touches hearts.


some essential and compulsory stops. At these destinations we would learn about some well-known Egyptian traditions – and have a chance to support the local economy – with some shopping! All eyes lit up. At our first port of call, a carpet factory,


we were shown how carpets were made from beginning to end. Fascinating – but, for many of us, seeing child labour for the first time was difficult. Seated at large looms, small children with little fingers working at the speed of light, probably for hours on end, made our hearts sink.


Day 1 and bizarre happenings Arriving at Sakkara, the group was excited to be walking amongst ancient ruins for the first time. Walid’s storytelling began from the moment we stepped off the bus, weaving an enchantment as he assigned a character from Egyptian mythology to each of us. Like the pied piper, he led us from one part of the historical site to another, transporting us back in time to the court of Ramesses II and the great kingdom he ruled. Then, something happened. Standing at the base of Sakkara pyramids, as I wrapped my white muslin scarf loosely around my head to block the oppressive heat, something made me look down. I could not believe what I was seeing. On both my legs, just above the ankles, there were two absolutely evenly spaced circles in the shape of, dare I say it, what looked like shackles! What was happening!? I did a double-take and looked closer, calling my travelling companions over.


lifetimes past, and by taking myself back to Egyptian soil once again, I was reconnecting, or my body was, with a memory, encoded in my cells, of those times?


It is one thing to read about these things, but quite another to see it play out in real life. The markings stayed with me for the entire duration of my stay in Egypt. They promptly left the day I departed. At the very end of the trip, one of my travelling companions came rushing up to me and said, “Sharon, I know what the markings are!” I was intrigued to hear her thoughts. I


had tried to fathom it out and had come to the conclusion that I must have been a prisoner of some sort. “Look, look”, she said, “all of the papyrus


paintings and Egyptian carvings that we see of royalty have one thing in common. They all wear copper bracelets around their ankles!”


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Was I going mad? How on earth had they appeared without any warning? There was no pain, but the markings were there. They were real. Everyone could see them. This was day one and already bizarre things were happening. I knew about cellular memory and


began to wonder if this was what was occurring. I said aloud, “If we are a soul having a human experience, then my human body, which contains my soul, would carry its blueprint and history with it at all times… everything my soul has been through is here in my body.” Could it be that I had indeed lived in Egypt in one or more


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