Tutankhamon's blessings E-Book

Fabiana Mastrangelo

• Herausgeber: Editorial Autores de Argentina
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Spanisch

Seitenzahl: 97

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

The main character of the work intuits that in the mythical land of Egypt she will find the spiritual treasure announced by symbolic texts. For the first time she experiences spontaneous regressions to past lives while contacting historic objects related to Tutankhamon. She wonders: "What powerful and secret reason is hidden to preserve the treasures and sarcophagus with the mummy of Tutankhamon? Why and who did protect it against profaners and leads to its eternal adoration? What is the new message from the spirit that is blessing Mankind with the discovery of Tutankhamon's tomb? These questions are unveiled as the narrative progresses. As a historian, Fabiana Mastrangelo takes part of an Argentinean academic-scientific mission that has been held in Luxor, Egypt. Her stay and research in such legendary country becomes her inspiration source to write this historic novel winner of the prize Scenery of Novel. Among her last works can be cited: Creativity and meaning of life (2011), Thinker of synthesis (2013), Practical spirituality (2014), Human values of Jose de San Martin (2015); Godoy Cruz, a story; and From San Vicente neighbourhood to the town of today (2016). She has been a Correspondent in the scientific magazine Knowledge and Time; Coordinator of Post-Grade Academic Commissions in Human Development; a member in the Santillana publishing team; and a researcher in the Historic Document Centre of the Argentine University of Cuyo. She is secretary of Institutional Relations in the Argentine Writers Society (2016-2019).

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fabiana mastrangelo

Tutankhamon’s Blessings

An initiation journey to past lives

“Escenario de Novela” Reward, 2010

Translation by Héctor V. Morel

Editorial Autores de Argentina

Mastrangelo, Fabiana

   Tutankhamon’s blessings : an initiation journey to past lives / Fabiana Mastrangelo. - 1a ed . - Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires : Autores de Argentina, 2016.

   Libro digital, EPUB

   Archivo Digital: descarga y online

   ISBN 978-987-711-718-9

   1. Novela. 2. Historia. 3. Novelas Históricas. I. Título.

   CDD A863

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Layout: Justo Echeverría

Design and makeup: Inés Rossano

Copyright © 2016 Fabiana Mastrangelo.

Original title in Spanish: Bendiciones de Tutankamón.

Viaje iniciático a vidas pasadas

Translation into English by Hector V. Morel.

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CONTENT

DEDICATION

An invitation

Chapter 1-The mystery of Tutankhamon’s tomb

Chapter 2-The Karnak Temple, the Royal Scribe, and the High Priest of Amon “Apis-Ra”.

Chapter 3-Priestly initiation of “nakht”, the Royal Astronomer

Chapter 4-The assembly of High Priests of Egypt

Chapter 5-Tutankhamon, the Initiate

Chapter 6-The legendary and adored High Priest of Amon, “Apis-Ra”

Chapter 7-Tutankhamon, blessed and protected by the God Amon

Chapter 8-The sacred time has arrived

DEDICATION

To Santiago Bovisio, the inspiration source.

“To the ever-present Masters.”

AN INVITATION

I have written down this work under the holy vibration

and golden shine of Tutankhamon.

I have given wings to my imagination, and then this historic novel

emerges as a result of my first journey to Egypt.

I am inviting to travel through these pages with the same

free, participative and universal spirit

I have written them.

Fabiana Mastrangelo

CHAPTER 1

The Mystery of Tutankhamon’s Tomb

–Twenty-first Century, year 2003–

“Luxor, ancient Thebes , land of Initiations”, I cried when I saw this city for the first time. After chaos, source of the Universe, for ancient Egyptians it was the first place to emerge.

I asked Azul Ferraris: “May we stayin a hotel to see from there the temples of Luxor?”Azul was leading a historic research team about ancient Egypt, which had been established in Buenos Aires. Such team was also composed of Cristina Arrocena, as auxiliary Egyptologist, and Horacio Crin, as photographer.

Azul replied: “From the hotel, we’ll see Karnak, the Nile River, cultivated fields, the Temple of Luxor, and boats getting around the banks”.

Thus, we moved into a typical Arab hotel, on the banks of the Nile. I left my bag and backpack. I went to walk, wishing to discover what this mysterious city had to say. I walked several blocks of premises with fabric, papyrus, and ornaments. I went to the west of the city. Gradually I was leaving the urban area and got into the desert. I came to the Valley of the Kings. The silence and mystery of such place calmed down my senses. Then, barefooted, my feet and hands touched the sands of Egypt, and without efforts I fixed my gaze on a point in space. I got into another time. Azul and Horace had followed my path, without my noticing; they observed my disconnection from reality and even certain paralysis in my movements; I was only able to see that point in space, and I got into it. The sand on my feet had connected me with a different spiritual and physical time, and I could see from afar the niches in the tombs of the Valley of the Nobles. I felt a living presence of another era.

River Nile on the height of Luxor (ancient Thebes), overseeing the Valley of the Kings, with the Tomb of Tutankhamon.

–Twentieth Century, year 1922–

In the vast desert, a limitless horizon clamored for shade, water, and men. A dry uncertainty and solitude filled the soul of a typical English gentleman of the early twentieth century. His shoes, suit and clothes and even his own thoughts seemed to mingle with the dust of the desert. The days were overwhelming. An anxiety, accumulated throughout years, converted every moment of the excavation into an eternity. Years and years looking for without getting a clue. In the end, on November 4, 1922, a hope had arisen: they discovered a step carved into the rock. The diggers exclaimed cheerfully: “This finding isgood enough!” Thus, that year, on November 26, I saw Howard Carter peeking through the last circle opened by him on limestone, dust and fatigue. A blessed sound echoed in the starry spaces and in every corner of the planet. A new era opened in a point of the universe: the Pharaoh had appeared with glitter, gold, and royal pieces, and his face of an Initiate; he left behind his everlasting, silent and hidden rest so as to partake the century of man without God. Under such mask, under that blessed golden mask, the King hidden under white sands. Why did he remain there, and nobody has seen him? What did his mask hide? Why had it remained hidden during more than three thousand years? What was the design that has hidden it for millennia? It was preserved by the times under the monotony of sand enslaved and liberated–at the same time– by the wind. A powerful reason was hidden for its preservation.

Amidst such wonderful finding, I saw the bright image of the Being wearing White Robe. He had been described by my Master through his teachings, many of which came from ancient Egypt. That Lord was walking between golden shines and shared serenely a new, different and dynamic time. Carter and his team could not see him. Wearing white robe, the Lord of the Threshold saw the embalmed body of Tutankhamon and felt the divine energy remaining in it. The young Pharaoh had restored the universal formless worship of Amon after the persecution of priests and the ensuing religious reformation of Akhenaton, his predecessor. Akhenaton had pursued the clergy of Amon and deleted his name from statues, monuments and papyri. The light of Tutankhamon was shining as spiritual testimony of the Egyptian depth and wisdom. Apparently, his face restored the universal cosmic order.

The image of the Threshold’s Lord, and I saw quite clearly Carter stunned by the discovery of a subtle, spiritual light of past times. His first words to his campaign fellows, who looked for his news, were these: “Wonderful things”. Who is this young Pharaoh? In his tomb, the god Amon, the hidden, was represented. The expeditionary force was exhausted but after finding the royal tomb, it looked revitalized. Apparently, it was untouched; tomb profaners had not noticed it. So certain questions resounded. Why had this tomb been preserved?

Funeral mask of Tutankhamon.

By what strange design had his mummy and royal treasures been preserved? Was this blessing his reward for having reestablished the Amon’s Worship? His everlasting legacy was received by Mankind in that beatific moment? A mystery covered such finding, and even there was another mystery to decipher: its source.

A mix of joy, wonder and uncertainty invaded the Carter’s team. Their slow movements tried not to break millenary objects. They found certain hunting element of the young king: the chair of a child with inscriptions, and even golden dishes and vessels. Apparently, everything was creating again their human conditions. With patience and dedication, Carter started cleaning an object that entirely focused his attention. By means of a brush, Carter removed dust on one of its ends and as he attained the depth, discovered a particular shine: it looked like metal. In front of such finding, both curiosity and passion made Howard basically forget his food. Evelyn, daughter of Lord Carnavon –the English millionaire who financed Carter’s researches and believed in them– came and gave him water and a dish with food. Carter did not despise such food offered by Evelyn, but his appetite faded away by his finding and anxiety for going on with this discovery. Their conversation was brief. Carter said: “Thanks for this food. But time is short for all that remains ahead” and Evelyn replied: “So, you should certainlyeat to gain strength”.

Breastplate of gold, silver, glass and semiprecious stones; it was found in the tomb of Tutankhamon. In the center, a winged beetle holding a celestial barge with the eye of Horus (it permits to see the invisible; such barge supports a Lunar Disk where the Paraoh is represented, along with Toth, the Lunar God, and Re-Horakhty with gesture of protection. Flowers and papyrus and lotus blossoms, emblems of Upper and Lower Egypt, form the basis of the breastplate.

Finally, Carter accepted a dish of rice and vegetables, and a glass of water. Evelyn admired such passion of Howard for his work and dedication to his discovery.

Egyptologists, curious people, adventurers and researchers arranged to meet in that desert. Memories, reports, microscopic studies and so on flooded libraries and publications with the name of Tutankhamon, the Pharaoh, the child/adolescent who, more than three thousand years after his death, had started a period of fame and glory as perhaps he never enjoyed being alive. The shine of his gold was coming from a time with no marks, from a past that was ever present.

Unconsciously, I had entered a sacred time. I started travelling through a way whose destination was unknown to me. An historic becoming was passing before my eyes, and a life, almost of mine, made itself present, rationally or intuitively, in one and thousand spaces and times. I perceived the spiritual “event” building a bridge between sacred spheres and profane spaces. Priests of Amon, in the Ancient Egypt, might compare such event with an Initiation ceremonial, exclaiming before such golden mask and sacred shine of Tutankhamon: “More shining than one thousand suns”. This liturgical act opened a new connection channel between man and God in the twentieth century. It was an act of praise to an Initiate, waked up unknown channels in the human mind, and connected both human and spiritual time. Certain magical formula of High Egyptian Priests said: “You are not dead because you are here, but you live and for the eternity.” Who was the priest who filled up with blessings the burial of the Initiate King to convert him into the most famous Pharaoh of all times? Blessed oils spilled more than four thousand years ago were coming back spread from Egypt to the whole world in 1922.

These Egyptian researches made a surprising turn but, over all, a sacred time was opened to Mankind because the Pharaoh, initiated in the love of the Goddess Bastet and mysteries of Maat –the cosmic order should be kept by means of truth and justice– was present in the twentieth century, when man would lose God. This finding never was more opportune for the human destiny.

–Twentieth Century, year 2003–

Azul and Cristina touched my shoulder to point out Tutankhamon’s tomb. I returned to my “chronological” present. We passed through an important part of the Holly Valley of the Kings and finally attained the sepulchral chamber inhabited by the eternal spirit of the Initiate Pharaoh. We came in and I felt a deep inner renewal; apparently, the air entered my skin and purified it. It was a small tomb, compared with others, but one breathed in harmony in such environment. By Maat’s will, his mummy should remain untouched in its site, afar from museums, glasses, cement, and city noises. But certainly, in Museum of Cairo, the golden shine of his mask and of personal objects was resplendent by opening the path to inhabitants from diverse sites of the world travelling through the Ancient Egypt.