Sunrise in Egypt

From: Stephanie (sethnightroadcrusnik03@yahoo.com)
Story type: Past life
Location: A daydream in school during the sunrise
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Apr  4 06:20:02 2007

It was sunrise when I had this daydream or vision, but it felt so real I had no choice but to believe in it.

The time was 7:05 a.m., and the sun was just about to rise in the sky. It tinged the navy blue sky with slashes of pale yellow, red and pink, and I was sitting in school looking up at the sky when all of a sudden I got this image in my head.

It was during the time of the Pharaohs in Encient Egypt, also in the early hours of dawn. The "me" in my dream couldn't have been more than seven or nine at that time, and I remember standing outside a temple, feeling the cool air on my sleeveless arms while light from torches flickered behind me.

In front of me was sand and desert, but behind and by the side of the temple ran a beautiful river, with lush green grass growing on it's banks. I was wearing a linen sleeveless tunic at that time, barefooted, staring at the sky, while my hair hung straight and reached my shoulders.

I was standing alone, but after a while, there was an old man with a kind face and bald head that came out of the temple gates and joined me. I couldn't remember his name, but I knew he was my master, the High Priest, and that I liked him because he was kind and fatherly to me. I was an apprentice in the temple with a few years more before I was initiated as a true priestess.

He stood by my side silently before saying softly that it was a new day, and the great Ra had completed his journey and was preparing to ride in his day barque again, Ma'at gving birth to him. I trned to him and stated quietly that it was the Godess Nut, not Ma'at and he laughed before blaming it on his old age.

We were quiet again, before I asked why the Goddess never felt any pain while the sky was painted with her blood, and she had to go through it for eternity. The High Priest laughed and patted my head in a fatherly fashion, while saying that children like me were so inquisitive.

He continued by saying that I was too young to understand that now, and that he would teach and tell me about it when I was a bit older. He then told me to hurry and wash myself after watching the sunrise, as the High Priestess was going to teach me about rituals that day.

I remember feeling some sort of sadness as I watched him shuffle back into the temple. A wave of sadness just swept over me, as if I wasn't going to see him again, and I turned back to the sky to get my mind off it.

I was woken by my friend's violent shaking at that time, and I found myself back in the present. My friend was shaken and told me I had spaced out or went into a trance for a minute or so.

I was 15 when this happened. I'm 17 now, but I've never had the vision again, except for some vauge, familliar feelings I get when faced with familliar scenes or pictures. But one thing keeps in my mind. I wish to find out more on my past life, and the old man that was the High Priest, because I felt like I had a bond with him.