Strange Affairs & The Western Mastabas

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'Echoes from the Chamber' - An Extract

The unusually tall Bedouin appeared to us from among the tourists. He singled us out and urged us to follow him. We were surprised but went with him. He gave us over to another man who took us without question on a Temple tour while giving us a detailed history of our surroundings. At the end of it he vehemently refused any reward and led us to the exit. The Bedouin was still there waiting. He beckoned reassuringly for us to follow him again. He led us away from the tourists into the Western Mastaba Field and gestured for us to roam free and photograph. “No problem,” he said, and it was no problem!

We turned and he just disappeared from us. We wandered there for half a day exploring the ruins, the shafts and the structures. We were able to walk from one end to the other examining whatever we were drawn to. At one point in full view of the GP we had a deep meditation within the cradle of a Mastaba knowing the crowds were out of earshot and sight less than a hundred yards away. We took many photographs and were restricted only by the fact that we had no climbing equipment with us to descend the deeper shafts. Even when we bumped into a couple of resting camel police with camel, we were amazed how they acted towards us with only friendly interest. They were only concerned to tell us the camel had stomach ache.

We came across the horse stable below ground. The stable boys were completely casual and friendly and happily introduced their horses. We were eventually satisfied with the information and photographs we had gleaned and made our way back towards the road.

We realised what a privilege we had been given as we saw other camel police preventing anyone stepping even a few yards off the road towards the Mastabas. We were somewhat dazed by what had happened. We wandered off the road again to the west of Khafre, still expecting the police to pounce on us at any time. We sat to rest and meditate for a few minutes.

Judith and I agreed we seemed to be under some kind of extraordinary influence that day, but we still debated if it was just our imagination. I sent out a thought to my minder for a sign to show it was true. I turned to Judith and over her shoulder I saw a rock close by that was the profile of a jackal. (lead picture) It could only be seen from one particular direction. I had to ask Judith to sit in my exact position before she saw it too.  The sight reminded us of the little sandy feral puppy we had found lost on the sands. With the help of a plateau guard we were able to locate it back to the den with other puppies a long way away. Back behind Khafre we saw a busy camel policeman clearing tourists back to the road. He went past us with a nod and left us alone.

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     Many sites like this one give detail of the tombs:                 http://www.egyptsites.wordpress.com/2009/02/24/giza-western-cemetery/

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Join us now around the sights of the Western Mastaba Field to see what tourists don't see !

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