We went to the pyramids and got pick pocketed. On the way I got some money out, and Monica, my partner, suggested that we split the money, and put some safely away in a pocket in her bag, leaving only what we needed for the day in my wallet. Which I did, thinking it was quite a sensible thing to do, I'll try it out see how it feels to be sensible with money.
The tour itself was organised by a compulsive liar it turned out! Our guide rushed us around the plateau, pyramids and sphinx, and declared that the Great Pyramid was not open for entry, crushing my hopes of visiting the Kings Chamber! We got back to the hotel fed up, disappointed and knackered after the tour from hell.
This is when we discovered that Monica's bag had been pick pocketed, and all the 1000Egyptian pounds were missing from the inside pocket of her bag. About £100, which was quite a loss considering it was only the 2nd day of our holiday, and we were already on a shoe string budget!
Monica freaked out, totally livid at the day we had been having, but I was bizarrely calm, just accepting that it had happened, trying not to think about the fact that it may not have gotten stolen if I hadn't decided to hide some money in fear just to see what sensible felt like.
It was then that I decided to throw sensible out the window and declare that we were going back to the Giza Plateau,
"But what about the money, we can't afford to do all that again?!"
"Doesn't matter it will be worth it, trust me!"
So off we go to the Pyramids again, we discovered upon arrival that the Great Pyramid was indeed open, the guide had lied! Whilst jumping for joy at the great news, we bought tickets to the pyramid, and then managed to luck our way through the ticket gates without repaying the charge to get onto the Plateau, I had lost my ticket, but by fumbling through the many other tickets I had accumulated the onlooking guards assumed all was in order!
We then went inside the Great Pyramid, somehow our timing allowed us to have an hour almost totally alone in the Kings chamber! So I end up laying in the red granite 'coffer' watching the ceiling swirl around whilst our voices echoed forward into the future and backwards into the past. I can't describe the combination of sound and energy levels in that room, sound definitely activates something in there, truly magical.
It did amaze me that most people who make it inside the kings chamber, only stay for about 20secs, and walk out. The guide had even tried to dissuade us from going inside!
'it's just dark and hot and there's nothing to see in there, what's the point?!'
Ahh yes the point.
So we end up having a truly magical time at the pyramids, taking in the energy of the place. So happy to have had the awesome experience of the afternoon, despite the mornings losses!
One week later in Dahab, on a balcony looking over the red sea, I'm reading a book on the akashic records, and Edgar Cayce:
The particular section I was looking at was talking about 'asking God to provide an event that is so inexplicable, so utterley impossible for the left brain to rationalise that you can prove to yourself that there is indeed 'magic' in the world. So I thought, despite having many events of synchronicity occur in my own life, it would be good to have another reminder. I looked up to the starry sky and asked for such an event!
With that in mind I went inside and started to get ready to go to bed. I then randomly thought I should do a tarot reading with my Ancient Egyptian tarot cards that I had brought over from England and still had not used. I had to dig them out the middle of my luggage. I unwrapped the tightly sealed velvet bag, and just as I pull out the cards a roll of money tumbled out of the bag.
'WHAT?" I think to myself, I didnt pack any money in there, what's this? Well it was 1000 Egyptian Pounds, exactly the amount that had gone missing 500miles away in Cairo?!
WHOAH wait a minute, reality check here please , I've just asked 'God' for an event that will totally outdo my rational mind, and this happens literally 3mins after I asked for it!?
I have to make it clear that the lost money was taken out of the ATM on the way to the pyramids, and never made it back to the hotel, presumed pick pocketed.
The tarot bag was tightly sealed and in the middle of my luggage in the hotel at the time of the presumed pick pocketing.
The first time I touched the tarot cards on holiday, was one week after the money had gone missing.
There's just no explanation that makes sense other than my request was answered!
It's more than just coincidence if money actually materialises out of thin 'tarot bag' air, right?!
