The Ka...You Will Remember This

I was going to write this as two separate blogs but It didn’t feel right, I was missing the bigger picture. It wasn’t until I settled myself long enough to let the images come to me, the image of the Ka statue from one of my Cairo Trips. I clairvoyantly began to see the two stories as they blended together in relation. Refreshing my memory on the Ka and its function gave me a better understanding… a better interpretation of my own experience… and I began to understand why this story is one.

“You will remember this” are words that are forever imprinted in my psyche. As a little girl, every now and then I would have this reoccurring vision at random points in my life… always the same, I guess one might equate it to a daydream. It was always the same, to a point where I began to become aware of the pattern of… Verbatim… the exact word for word, play-by-play as to which I had no control of… this script would play itself out when my body was distracted or busy into a long stroll outside. I would find myself in a memory loop of a particular time, and so it is…

It starts out as me being aware of myself in darkness, this is not a physical darkness as in a room not being lit, this is more like having my eyes closed and being closed into myself. My senses are heightened and I am aware that I am in a reclined sitting position in a waiting area. It feels as if I am the only one in the room. I know that just outside of the room, I am the topic of conversation and I am aware that I am privately waiting for their verdict. There is a stillness around me that I can only describe as just... being, no random thoughts, no thoughts at all… just a peaceful state of being. I hear a female’s voice on my left side, she says “you can go back, it’s decided you can go back, but you can’t take anything with you. You won’t remember anything, but you will remember this.” As she was speaking (I use the word speaking loosely, there is an aspect of telepathy however I am aware that some might cringe to the use of that word so I’ll soften the blow for you by saying… word less communication… you’re welcome). I had the knowing that the Council has decided and when she said “you can’t take anything with you”, I knew that was to mean my arsenal… everything that I am… all that encompasses me. I’d have to come bare, yet I knew when she said “but you will remember this”… I knew that was some sort of cheat… a loophole in the rules… some sort of bending or manipulation in the matrix of time. I then began to feel physical changes with her words “you won’t remember anything”, I heard what I can only equate to as the sound of water… The flushing of water down a drain, I clairsentiently felt the backward or counterclockwise flow as opposed to a natural clockwise rotation. I felt as if I was being erased or washed, mentally… my thoughts…my language…Just disappearing, slipping away In a matter of what felt to be seconds. I remember trying to think and it felt impossible. I couldn’t even remember how to think or what it was that I was trying to think about. I felt…blank, like a blank slate. I remember having a vision of a whiteboard with absolutely nothing on it. Then all went dark and still and quiet. That was my zero point. The silence was broken by a thumping in sets of two…three times. I became aware that the darkness that I was now in was a different darkness, a now physical darkness. Then all went black… again, along with my consciousness.

With this constant replay, by my teen years I realized that the thumping was a heartbeat, my mother’s heartbeat. I started to shift my focus on remembering what I since forgot. I knew the clues lie in the ghost of remembrance of that female’s voice. Was it in her words or was it in my connection to her? There was this unmistakable bond, a link between myself, her and the Council. What is it about me for a Council to decide that I can come back, as if by choice, as if I didn’t have to and what is the mystery behind the secret that reminds me? What am I to remember...myself... that I am not without… That I come here with what I only thought I forgot? I remember the moment of incarnation, I remember in utero, but most importantly I remember enough to know that I have....a life… That life in between lives. I remember enough to know that I am here... as Unnak and that this life is one layer of my story.

The Ka Statue of King Hor serves as a reminder to me… a reminder of the Soul mind and body connection. The body is a vessel for the Soul, it is not inside of the body, I can comfortably say, it is the Soul that hosts the body and this is what is perceived as an aura. The Soul encapsulates the body. The Ka...the Soul is a life force that exists before a physical birth and lives on after the body dies.

The Ka statue of King Hor is sealed in a glass casing in the Cairo Museum of Egypt for all the world to see, and at the right angle, with the right lighting, in his eyes, you can see the glow… the window to his Soul… and you can almost feel...a glimmer of...Life.