Note: technical issues kept me from posting yesterday. So I plan to post twice today, and once tomorrow, before taking my three days off per week.
When I came across a post on X about Sekhmet (see below), I was instantly looped back into memory.
Memory of my own uncanny visitation with the same Sekhmet statute.
And yet, when I read back through this 1997 essay on my experience of meeting Sekhmet,
Meeting Sekhmet
I discover that I did not actually state the strong telepathic communication I received from her. Huh?
I distinctly remember a strong internal voice (not my own), in that tiny stone room, facing the stone goddess, announcing, definitively:
“Who do you think you are?
War is MY problem.”
In other words, not the problem of this puny little human.
The reason I post this now is because it resonates with that post on X that I saw a few days ago.
And a more immediate reason I think back on it now is because a dear woman in her 40s whom I know well, and who is constantly terrified that war is going to rain down upon us all, asked me, two days ago, why “war” no longer bothers me. Or I should say, why I no longer take it to be MY personal problem, what I personally must address.
Rather, I pay close attention to my own fiery nature, which, if I’m not aware, can degenerate instantly into a fighting posture. As it did, back in the 1980s, when I finally recognized that I had turned into a “violent peace activist” and stopped, instantly, retreating to my yurt in the Tetons and initiating what became a seven-year dialogue/rumination/resonance with Orphan Annie, to uncover and release the (often projected) violence in my own psyche.
Yes, this X post on Sekhmet reminded me of that long ago essay, which (except for the quote above!) detailed my slowly dying/death/rebirth experience during a 1992 trip to Egypt in this life. It is an experience that rings a loud bell in memory whenever I think of it, because it was that trip that shifted me from FEAR into LOVE. Not automatically, and not all at once. But, following work with Orphan Annie, it was the ignition point.
Unlike most people, or perhaps like most people, the fear of nuclear war sits below active awareness always, the feverishly imagined hell with burning bodies that I was taught as a Catholic child to fear (in order to keep me following the rules) that got mirrored exactly in August 6, 1945, with the Hiroshima “demonstration.”
And yet, I’ve not identified with this fear for over 30 years now. Instead, in the meantime, I’ve learned to play with an expanded awareness, or, I should say, a 5D awareness that includes the fears of 3D awareness without identifying with them.
Not surprisingly, I’m certainly not the only one who has experienced the Sekhmet temple at Karnak in an utterly uncanny manner.
