Daughter of Isis, Lilian Nirupa [books to get back into reading .txt] 📗

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“Yoga,” answered Lizla, running her delicate fingers over her long shiny hair, in a thoughtful gesture of abstract concentration. Then she added with a puzzled smile: “I thought that was a philosophy, sort of a spiritual school.”
Mikos gasped. He was struck by the splendor of her well-shaped figure, and the silky white tunic with golden ornaments shining in the sun. He felt the hypnotic power of her magnetic eyes sparkling with fiery interest. Suddenly, the elegance of her dance-like movements as she caressed her long blue-black hair distracted him for a moment from the philosophic discussion. He then answered: "Again, back in my country I had an Indian teacher. He was an astrologer too. He was the one who recommended me to come to Egypt, as a matter of fact, he convinced my parents about it. Anyway, this position is called the Lotus position because your feet turn up like the petals of a flower. It also seems to have an effect on certain nervous centers that the Indians called chakras.” He asserted that rather proudly as he saw his young friend seemed to be quite impressed with his short lecture.
“Chakras? What does that word mean?” Lizla asked in a reserved tone, seeming to be absorbed in deep concentration.
“I think it means wheels,” he answered.
“Wheels! I thought so. So your teacher from India was an initiate. How lucky you are.” Then, with a sigh of resignation, she continued: “I learned about those wheels in my desert training. I also saw them in my rebirthing. Perhaps that’s why they call that pose a Lotus position. These wheels turn into flower shapes, like an open Lotus, when you meditate correctly. Didn't you know that?” Now it was her turn to give hints and teachings.
“Rebirthing?” He ignored the question. ”You did not tell me that you have gone through that! Please tell me more about it.” Mikos was astonished again by the many facets he was discovering in his old friend.
Realizing that Mikos’ studies were serious and that he had been guiding to an initiate, Lizla felt that they were guided by the Gods in this conversation. It was all right to talk – and she briefly described her rebirthing experience to him.
“So you saw me, among clouds of dust, controlling my horses? Or I was having trouble with that? There is a saying in my country: we called it having trouble with your horses when you have a bad temper.” Now he blushed in this confession.
“And do you?” Lizla had always enjoyed teasing him. His fine sensitivity was perhaps his most attractive trait, she thought.
“On occasion.” He stood up right proudly now. “But if you saw that image then perhaps the message was meant for me. You should have told me about it earlier.”
“Well, I wasn't sure. You don’t spread around things like that lightly.” Lizla did feel a little bit of remorse when she saw his face. Yes, he was a good friend, she said to herself. No wonder the Gods have put him on her path.
“Let's practice now,” Lizla was always enthusiastic about learning new things, particularly with a good friend; it was more fun that way.
Mikos resumed the lotus posture while Lizla sat on her ankles, as she had been trained since childhood. Soon they were practicing telepathy by concentrating on each other. It was an old method they had learned in school: imagine each other’s feet to be their own feet, each of their hands to be their own hands and so with arms, legs, body and mind. A few minutes passed by. Suddenly Lizla felt her friend’s voice in her heart. It sounded like her own inner voice, saying, “Do you remember the engraved ancient coin?” She answered silently. “Yes, do you carry it with you?”
Mikos extracted the pouch from the pleats of his white tunic. He handed it to her smiling. Lizla took it and examined it carefully. Now, by the daylight she could see it more clearly. It was made of an old skin, lion skin it seemed. She wondered how old it was.
Then she opened it, held the engraved ancient coin with her right hand and turned the pouch inside out.
“There it is,” she said, “the map and the message. Let’s draw it on the sand.”
As they drew the strange symbols on the sand, they were both quite puzzled and remained quietly thoughtful. Their eyes ran from the design on the floor to the great stone wall that faced the Eastern horizon.
Suddenly Lizla thought there was a shape of light about four feet from the ground, resting on the wall. As she tried to touch it, the light disappeared. Mikos could not see it but he had the intuition that something very important was to be revealed. Using a piece of clay, like if it were a reed pen, he marked the spot on the wall that Lizla was touching. As soon as he did, the light moved forward appearing four feet on a northerly direction. Following Lizla’s instructions, Mikos marked that spot too. Then he drew a line between the two marks. A perfect square was soon drawn by connecting the line with two vertical lines to the floor.
That was how much they could deduce from the map on the sand. They decided to stop to ask for guidance. After a few minutes of meditation, they both rose to their feet jumping to the same idea. It worked like a spell. Standing up right between the vertical lines they had drawn from the floor, they both closed their eyes, picturing the Horus symbol, the mystical eye, on their mind’s eye. Then, remembering the instructions on the pouch – while still standing with their eyes closed against the wall – they both stretched their arms to the sides and touched each other’s hand. Their hands met in the perfect center of the drawn square!
Mikos opened his eyes and again marked that place with his clay instrument. Focusing on that spot and using the golden crosses of life that he found at the end of the streams, they uncovered the entrance to the wall mystery! What they found was a white circle about three inches wide and in the middle a deep red circle. Inside it, in deep relief, they found a cross of life encrusted in the rock. Mikos was surprised to find out how was how easy it was to retrieve the bronze cross from the stone engraving. As he held it in his hand, he noticed that it was a key!
“There it is; let’s try it!” Lizla cried impatiently.
“Where?" He was puzzled.
“In the red dot!” Grabbing the key, she rushed to pursue her new idea. She was right. The red dot barely covered the keyhole and with a slight pressure, the key of life entered perfectly into it.
Taking a deep sigh, Mikos decided to turn it. What happened next he would not forget in his entire lifetime. Lizla felt the urge to scream when her friend disappeared beneath a cloud of dust, as he seemed to be moving on a platform going down right beneath his feet. Mikos was surprised speechless but managed to get hold of a rail that protected his downward movement.
The platform continued downwards through what seemed a long journey through a long corridor. It was very dark. As his eyes got accustomed to the change from the bright sunlight of the desert morning, he began to notice that the walls of the corridor were softened by a diffuse blue-white light.
Finally the platform arrived at the bottom of the tunnel. Mikos looked around and he felt the urge to step forward. He noticed with alarm that as he did so, the platform initiated a low return back to the surface. But his curiosity was great and in a moment he forgot about it.
His eyes were absorbed in the strange pyramid of light that shone in front of him, right in the middle of the spacious room where he was standing. It seemed to float on the pristine surface over the marble floor that extended as far as he could see in front of him. He approached the gigantic prism with fascination. As he got closer, he felt a deep feeling of peace, strength and contentment that somehow seemed related to the light but that also focused in his own heart.
Then, suddenly, an invisible barrier seemed to stop his forward movement. As he tried to force himself past it, a bright ray of light, crossing through the pyramid, showed a rainbow spectrum wave of light that shook his whole frame as if he had been struck by lightning, but he felt no harm. Beyond the invisible barrier that seemed to contain his advancement, the mysterious pyramid stood radiant in its luminous transparency. Mikos was so astonished by the strange scene that he jumped and fell right on his knees, where he remained kneeling for a long time in quiet admiration.
In the meantime Lizla was watching in expectant fascination as the platform slowly came back up to where she was. She decided to follow her friend. She stepped onto the platform which gently descended to the bottom. She was astonished at the quiet beauty of the place. It had a soft perfume that reminded her of something. Lizla also saw the pyramid of light and after her eyes got used to the dark, she tried to approach it. She almost did not see Mikos, who was transfixed and astounded contemplating it.
To his surprise, Lizla went through it and could go inside. But once she went through the barrier of light, even though the pyramid still looked transparent, Mikos could not see Lizla anymore.
Lizla advanced timidly inside this inner structure that was suffused by a soft blue light. In the middle of this chamber stood a golden throne. Sitting on it was a very large majestic figure with a golden tunic like a gigantic man with a head like a hawk. She immediately realized she was in front of the God Horus, the son of Isis. She felt intimidated by the incredible Majesty of the God. He seemed to smile at her, but overwhelmed with awe and a bit of fear, she bowed to the floor.
The God’s voice had a strong tone that was imperious and harmonious at the same time, "Daughter of the light; what do you seek?"
“I am seeking the meaning of this prophecy and the path shown by the engraved ancient coin,” Lizla added cautiously. But then, she felt impelled to continue: “And.... and I really don't know. Because these sweet but terrifying experiences keep on coming on to me and I feel compelled to keep on seeking.” She felt rather silly and confused; who was the owner of the voice anyhow? Could she ask him? Again, she mustered courage: “Who are you?”
The God’s voice was sonorous, filling the space and rather encouraging, uplifting the heart. It said warmly, “I am Horus.” And his name rippled out into the silence. At least, that is what Lizla thought, because she felt a deep need to hear it again and again.
“Horus, Horus,” she chanted, almost inaudible. By then, they pyramid of light had changed to a deep red wave of light that vibrated like a gigantic heart. Lizla was mesmerized by the spectacle, and she saw the flash of the tiny blue light that appeared in the middle of the red pulsating light. Lizla had the impression that for an instant, the tiny blue pearl grew up into a huge eye that disappeared into the light almost immediately.
Lizla closed her eyes to test their vision. When she opened them, she was surprised again. The pyramid had changed again to the deep quiet blue. The silence was deep. Suddenly she felt a hand