THE LAND OF THE SEVEN PLOW OXEN By Daniel Meurois - Part Three
INVASIONS IN ANCIENT EGYPT
AND THE DESTINY OF THE WORLD
“Long before the start of the invasions of Indo-European dissidents in Egypt, Egyptian priests felt the threat hanging over their country. At that time, Egypt was nourishing real men of God and great mystics.
What happened then is of extreme importance, not only for the future of Egypt but for the whole Earth. You will realize it for yourself. You will live moving moments in the history of the planet.
“Let me put my hand on your heart to help you to travel to your destination. Love the beings you will see in a few moments. If some were simple humans, others were already much more than that.” I blend into my guide's gaze, and the little beach of coconut palms, with its golden and ruby sands, vanishes.
A strange light comes to caress my eyes. It is a soft light, so soft that it seems almost insufficient to me. And yet I see clearly, very clearly, even. About 50 men are seated in front of me on the ground, in the lotus position. Some wear coarse tunics of linen or similar material, others rich robes in white and blue, yellow or orange.
Most of them have shaved heads, and the folds at the back of their necks attest to their advanced age. Here and there, beings dressed entirely in white are covered with an immaculate veil. As for me, I think I'm standing. A movement of “my” head allows me to see that I am holding in my right hand a long, gold-colored stick surmounted by a sphere placed on a small horizontal bar. I would like to look more at the decor of the place where I live in these moments, but “my” eyes are fixed on all these men in front of me.
I now notice that a being is seated in front of them in the same lotus position. His robe is immaculate. He, too, is covered with a veil, which is bordered with a fine gold border. He seems to be meditating because I can’t see his face tilted toward the ground.
And now, my body is moving; it takes a few steps, discreetly, obviously trying not to disturb the peace of the assembly. I am seized with a slight vertigo; it worries me a little while coming to remind me of the strangeness of my situation.
I imagine myself for a moment as suspended in time, without a horizon to reach or a fixed thought. But, quickly, the movement of my body teaches me more about where I am: a relatively small room, with walls made of large blocks of stone. For a second, I think of Vélu's palace in Babylon. But no... It can't be... My guide was telling me about Egypt. Besides, the doors are narrower and taller. The walls appear to ooze slightly. Is it an impression; are we underground? Apart from two doors, there is no opening or window; the ceiling is high and has no opening, either.
Again, I am drawn to the light, the strange light. Where is it coming from? I do not notice any torch or hole in the wall that the sun can come through. It is a complete mystery. It worries me, but the voice of my friend—very soft, very calm—originates in my heart.
“Cosmic Love is the Light of the Spirit, that which guides the universes.
There is no other secret. The beings who meditate before the eyes of your conscience are very great sages. The Christian world would call them ‘saints.’
The world of the Enlightened calls them ‘christs.’ Are you surprised? Do not be because ‘christ’ does not mean ‘crucified’, as many of you suppose it does. Christ means ‘anointed’ by the grace of God, chosen by the Lord. These men are ‘christs’ because the Word is in their heart. They were born on this earth with a sacred mission. They are the ones who are going to save the Atlantean Knowledge and to order everything so that it is one day in the hands of Moses. These men will create what are now called the ‘Great Sacred Mysteries’ of Egypt. Their teachings are, even today, the richest to be found on Earth, along with those from the highlands of Tibet. They are both strangely simple and unusually complex.
“Understand the one who wants to understand: ‘God helps those who helps themselves.’ The light which attracts you so much here is none other than the light which emanates from the body of the christs of ancient Egypt. Consider their clothes of flesh as mediators between Spirit and Matter. They are true transformers of divine energy. Remember the chakras.”
My friend is now quiet, and my attention is focused again on the being with the veil edged in gold facing the assembly. Slowly, this one raises his face and looks in my direction. The man must be in his fifties. He has very dark, almost black skin. His eyes, of an extreme clarity, calm me and seem to say: “Here it is. The time has come...” Instantly, the body, loaned to me, kneels while grasping with both hands what resembles a scepter surmounted by a sphere. The man with the clear eyes stands up quietly. I realize that each of his gestures is aligned and measured in reflection of a deep harmony. He lets his arms go on either side of his body, unconstrained, then begins to speak in an impenetrable voice.
“Men, the time has come when Awareness will be lost. This is the reason I wanted this meeting. Within four full cycles of the seasons, foreigners from the East will be at our borders. It is now our duty to protect the ancient science of the Horse. Let us act like the priests of the lost continent. I have already held a council with the wisest of you. We came to the conclusion that the one and only solution remained possible so that true worship could remain alive. Let us hide under the veil of the great Isis. Let us bury our knowledge under the thick cloak of Mystery. Let us disguise it so that it appears only to the eyes of the pure. The science of artists and poets will serve us. I see the skepticism in some of your hearts.
“Men, don't be fooled! Pharaoh will not be able to resist the multiple attacks that the borders will undergo. Our task now is to decrease and live underground. Preserve the seed; let us give all its strength so that the reign of the Envoy may come, who will make it germinate. This seed will feed another people at another time. No, I tell you, we will not harvest the fruit of the Sun. That is, in a few words, what I had to tell you. For the rest, you know as much as I do. We priests of Aten are going to die in the eyes of the world. However, we will only live like the caterpillar weaving its cocoon. Think about all this and the role that will be yours from now on. Aten may not even be known by that name in the future. But will anyone ever know the true name of the One Being? You should not be concerned about this point.”
Without adding anything more, the man in the veil edged with gold turns to a table made of a stone slab resting on a central pedestal. It is painted with fine hieroglyphs in blue, but my distance does not allow me to admire them. Instead, I attach myself to follow each of the gestures of the priest of Aten. In the center of the table, an object about 30 centimeters high is covered with a white cloth. With a precise gesture, the priest slips out of the veil and kneels in front of the object, whose beauty and meaning seize me in the depths of myself. Instantly, I very strongly feel the presence of my guide by my side. It seems to me that he asks me:
“Do you recognize it?”
And my soul answers him:
“Yes, yes, I recognize her. Here is the Crux Ansata, the cross of life, but more beautiful, much more beautiful than ever! She is a chalice while remaining a cross.”[1]
“Consider these moments at their true value. These are strong points in our human history. See this priest who collects himself before the chalice. He knows a lot more than he says. He knows exactly who Moses will be. He knows that Moses will be an Egyptian and not a Hebrew as we believe today.”
“An Egyptian?”
“Moses was Egyptian. Legend has lent him Hebrew parents so that he may be accepted by the people he was to lead. The story of the child saved from the waters is in fact that of a king who lived long before him.”
“I do not think that the Jewish people let alone the whole world can accept today that Moses was Egyptian!”
“It will come in due course. Soon. What the layman currently knows about the work of Moses is only a tenth of what it was. Moses knew the secrets of the Sphinx and the Great Pyramid. He entered the underground rooms and read the messages prepared for him by the men seated in front of you and especially the one who was the greatest of the founders of Atlantis: Hermes-Thoth. His teaching, essentially esoteric, is found in Kabbalah. This is why, earlier, you heard the expression: “the ancient science of the Horse.” Kabbalah is the horse, one of the emblems of Atlantis; it is the science brought together by the last sages of the lost continent in order to perpetuate the Tradition. Kabbalah is, in a way, Pegasus, the winged horse that jumps from one world to another. The men you have in front of you in this underground room will complete the great work undertaken at the beginning of the zodiacal era of Leo by the Atlanteans: the Tarot.
“It is therefore thanks to this science that the priest sees the future and the future existence of Moses, for example...”
I can't see my guide, but I imagine him smiling at my great eagerness to draw conclusions.
“Predicting the future is the least important aspect of Tarot. The Tarot is, above all, the summary of the sum of observations, which translates the functioning of the universes.
Tarot is the key to immeasurable knowledge, opening doors that lead to other doors and so on, endlessly. No, the priest knows the future through silence. The one who knows how to summon a total silence within him, not even disturbed by the beating of his heart, lives astonishing moments of clairvoyance and knows the probabilities of the future. Know that terrestrial life and its tribulations create a current of parasites, which prevent human beings from listening to their soul and spirit. Use your body and perfect it, for it can take you far, but consider it only as a dense instrument and as a limit to be exceeded whenever necessary...”
While listening to my guide, imperceptibly and without noticing it, my sight and consciousness withdraw from the underground room of Ancient Egypt. I am now bathed in a very white, very pure light, populated by a thousand good beings that I cannot make out but that I feel are alive. I cannot see my friend here, although I still hear his voice, a real umbilical cord that connects me to a more concrete world.
“Certain great sages of ancient Egypt knew that Moses would not be the last link in the chain that must lead the Earth toward its ultimate spiritual step—far from it. They knew that Evolution knows no limits and that after Moses, there would come other Envoys including Jesus Christ.
They knew that the cult of the Positive leads to the Universal cult. They knew the true laws of the balance of opposites. They knew that the Ishwa-ra of Ancient India is none other than the Oshi-ris of Atlantean Egypt, the Jeshu-king of Christians, the cosmic Regent, the active force of the Great-All, who comes to penetrate the universe of phenomena. They knew that the Divine Message to their people was the same from the very first Hebrews and the white men who settled permanently in India.
“Even today, your fellows do not suspect the amount of knowledge they had. No need to look for traces of it on obelisks or the walls of Egyptian funeral chambers. They are not there, waiting for millennia, waiting indeed for the humans to come at the dawn of the Aquarius Age who will lift them from earth.”
[1] The oval traditionally surmounting the Tau de la Crux Ansata was, in fact, the corolla of a cup from which the officiant was to drink at some point in the ceremony.
