The Ring of all Rings

I struggle with writing this first post because of the deeper significance which is far too intense to begin the story… Its story.

It is so delicate to me that I am struggling to find words sufficient enough coupled with the struggle to find historical data that may have been previously written in correspondence, in validation or solidification to these visions and dreams of mine. There is a richer story to this ring in which I have written about as best as I could in interpretation, in accordance… In flow of receiving while in theta state of mind, to which will be released once I get over the mental chimera of fear of ridicule.

Perhaps the purpose of this post is to serve as an introduction… slow and gradual information to absorb and process for whomever this information is meant to reach. Perhaps someone somewhere will recognize it in a flash of epiphany… something that was thought of as myth now clashing with reality.

What is this that I am perceiving? Is it mere Psychometry? If so, That would not explain my dreams. There is a historical richness that feels frozen in time… Perhaps waiting for the right person or the right time… Perhaps even a combination of both. There is something so powerful locked inside… written and documented about in multiple literary forms. A feeling of antiquity so advanced it could not have possibly fit the mold of those times. The impression of advanced technology and intellect far beyond something articulable Is very prominent. Yet the use of a pictogram recognizable for those who as of yet were able to comprehend words, or is it that they simply could not understand your words...your language…as it was foreign to them. I feel an unequivocal link to one true owner… A male... huge in stature and for lack of a more suited word… Nobility… A blend so absolute of physical richness and the embodiment of… inner perfection. The body engineered far greater… Exceptional and unconventional to the masses, almost genetically impossible. The words in articulation of this clairsentient information are difficult to match.

Why do I see what I see?... A civilization so advanced…A technology I cannot describe… generating physical demonstration with the mere flick of the wrist, I cannot articulate without the disbelief to some. Can one ring harness so much power or was it the male wearing the ring? Was the ring the source or was the male resource?

This clairvoyant window of time is showing me the bearer of this ring with his left hand outstretched to the sky as if maneuvering… controlling or addressing something skyward. The ring is on his left-hand ring finger, as massive as it appears average size on his finger (this ring is the size of my left pinky and ring fingers combined). Is it the blood of the male… The lineage that is so significant today? The embodiment of something far greater than this physical composition.

Why did I find this in Egypt… The ground zero of the cradle of civilization… In a land so foreign to me yet unexplainably familiar? Is there a significance… Is that the meaning of legacy? What is so significant to Khan El Khalili, The marketplace in Old Cairo to which this ring was hidden in plain sight… The district of religious feuds and crusades? This sacred place… an amalgamation of hidden ancestral inheritances and treasures… stolen livelihoods… Layers upon layers of sacred sanctuary seized and rebuilt on top of each other claiming one in favor of the other in the name of a God who does not favor.

This ring post dates to the Pharaonic era, around the time of Jesus incarnate. It would then make sense as to it being nestled away amongst a pile of tourist souvenirs in the fortress of the Cavern Church built above the underground network of tunnels and catacombs believed to have been the resting place of the Holy family upon exile. An era so long ago that Egyptians have since forgotten… as the ring… tossed aside in a pile of tourist souvenirs unbeknownst to the seller… The true antiquity of… The ring of all rings.