My intentions flow through the Nile

As we peer out over a bridge at Elephantine Island, I wonder what will we find at this location. We see a ferry ease up to the dock and we scamper down to catch it.  Once onboard, I get a weird feeling like this should all be a movie. It seems so surreal.  Elephantine Island seems like an odd name for a place, and just as I have that thought our guide announces that this was where the Nubians would bring the Elephant tusks to trade.  When we exit the boat, the first things we see are a few children playing with plastic guns. Not a lot different here than in the US. What is our fascination with guns? We really are all the same. We are only separated by a few slight differences. 

I stand there and just think about that.  If we are all the same, then every person I meet has the same fears, joys, pains, and triumphs. If the person I am afraid of is afraid of me, then what is the big deal? Wow.  It all seems so weird. I grab a leaf that is lying on the ground next to me.  I put all of the energy of these thoughts and emotions into the leaf and have the leaf signify all of the things that limit me and keep me small. 

I have it signify the fear, doubt, and needing to know the path. I also have it hold the energy that is consumed by denying that I am “the One” that will change the world. 

The guard opens the gate and I step into the garden at the Temple of Khnum.  It is almost as if I step through a portal. You could definitely feel a different energy. It is absolutely beautiful. The hieroglyphs show a guy with a ram head, Khnum.  He is the creator god. No wonder there is so much energy here. 

As I walk through the temple ruins, I notice some little Egyptian girls watching me from the high point on the island. They are very colorfully dressed and were giggling.  They made me smile. I remembered being a child and playing with my friends. The imagination we had. I make my way around the island and start up a path to where the little girls are.  As I get closer to them, they are even more colorful up close.  All in hot pink clothing carrying Barbie dolls.  They had little round balls in their hair. I thought they were just adorable. 

The smallest of the little girls stops right in front of me and looks me straight in the eye as if searching my soul and then asks, “What is your name?” I responded with my name.  Still gazing into my eyes, she nods and then quietly restates my name. It filled my heart and tears poured down my face. The little girl didn’t even notice. She just excitedly went to her friends and shared with them the information that she was just given. I knew that she would remember it. 

It seemed very strange to have this reaction, but what was even stranger was experiencing what it would be like for people to know my name, to speak it with admiration and knowing that I made a difference. 

I walked to the top, the highest point of the island and just looked at it.  It was very peaceful. No wonder the little girls were up here playing. I am still crying. I can’t seem to stop.  The thing is I am not sure why I am crying, just releasing. The feminine energy. 

As I made my way down the backside of the island, I looked at the ground. Mostly the island was white power dirt and then crusty sand type rock.  It all seemed to be the same color.  I notice a small rock and pick it up.  It is smooth.  Very unlike anything else on the island.  It fits perfectly in my hand.  It’s appears to be a small piece of quartz, smooth beautiful with many colors of brown to gold.  Where did this come from?  It reminds me of the place where I grew up in West Texas. As a child we would spend hours searching to find the most beautiful rock or …arrowhead if we were so lucky. 

I squeezed the rock firmly in my right hand and then rubbed my thumb over it as I thought about all of my intentions, all of my dreams and desires.  I took all of my thoughts and symbolically put them into the rock. 

As I exited the garden gate to head back to the boat I crumbled the leaf in my left hand and let it scatter in the wind.  In those small parts were all of those doubts, fears and baggage that was keeping me small.  I just left them behind.  I clasped my right hand with the rock and my intentions firmly as I made my way down the path to the boat. 

I walked up to my leader.  He saw that I still had tears pouring from my eyes and gently put his arm around me.  It only made the tears flow harder to acknowledge that they were there. 

We approached the ramp to the boat and he hesitates.  He tells me, “If you hold your breath and keep holding it, and holding it, and holding it, eventually you will pass out.  You must be willing to let go of your intention in order to truly allow it to come to you.” 

I look at him and then at the rock in my right hand.  I take a deep breath and throw the rock into the base of the Nile. Now my intentions will flow toward my destiny in Cairo at the Great pyramids and on to the Mediterranean Sea and then out into the Oceans and the World.