Egypt: messages come in many forms...of which water is only one
lessons from the divine field of The Matrix, on a tour with Veda Austin
“There are so many frequencies of love my Darling.
They are infinite.”
—a message whilst sitting with my back to a stone portal at The Temple of Hathor, Dendara
Egypt continues to both teach and challenge me.
My tour, as I mentioned last week, is not what I expected and I often am uncertain where I am when we disembark and I face the next monolithic structure. Sometimes I look for a sign and take a quick photo. Other times I resort later to my rather tattered itinerary that I keep folded up in my backpack.
Although we spend hours on the bus traveling from place to place, it is rare that a guide speaks more than a few sentences on the way to our various destinations.
The few group tours I have been on in the past were fun in that I could learn as I listened to the person in the front of the bus tell stories while I gazed out the window and watched the scenery roll by.
But not on this one.
Yesterday, I decided to try to use the bathroom on the bus as bathrooms in Egypt…well…hmmm…let’s just say there are long lines with men handing out tiny bits of toilet paper before one enters.
I watched a fellow traveler smirk as they approached the tiny door on the bus next to the exit that led to what looked much smaller than Harry Potter’s cabinet under the stairs.
They emerged smiling. “I don’t want to wait in a line when we get there.”
I didn’t actually need to use the bathroom. But I agreed with her. I wanted to avoid any lines.
So I figured, why not?
I squeezed my way into the thing only to realize there was no toilet paper here either.
My adventure was providing entertainment for those in the vicinity and when they heard me exclaim from within the cramped space that toilet paper (like so many things) was lacking, they joined forces to come to my rescue.
“We’ve found some Terra! Just open the door and we’ll hand it to you.”
People on the tour, wiser than me, seem to have started carrying rolls of it with them.
Sometimes, the generosity of others is quite stunning.
And I have learned that toilet paper, in some places, continues to be a scarce commodity.
Toilet paper wadded up in my hand, I shut the door again where I was confronted by what felt like waves of an intense smell I could only assume was disinfectant. They probably needed it as I noticed there was no running water in the tiny sink. My head began to throb as the stifling space bobbed up and down and started to remind me of a boat on the sea.
And boats on the sea can cause me to become queasy.
I swore never to enter again, even though someone mentioned a roll of toilet paper seemed to have magically appeared later that afternoon.
Many times since, I have told myself silently that I will never, never come on a tour to Egypt again and in general, will avoid any tours if at all possible.
I don’t want to be grumpy.
Mostly I am not.
I think I got through most of my grumpy feelings in Bali.
But still, there are moments when it comes back to haunt me.
However, there are gifts on the bus that I wasn’t expecting. The gifts come in the form of my fellow travelers.
We have hours to while away and when not exhausted and dehydrated, we tend to be chatty.
I signed up for this tour almost a year ago I think…as I was led to believe it would be small and sell out quickly.
But I heard someone signed up the week before it began and it seems that instead of capping the number of people, they simply added another bus.
Sigh…
And I want to stop complaining. I am glad I came. I listened to my intuition, which never wavered, even when I learned how many people were coming about a week before it began.
My intuition assured me there was some kind of a pull towards Egypt and this tour for me.
So, here I am.
I love Veda Austin and her work with crystallography, which is a technique she came up with to partly freeze water and photograph it. She has gotten lovely images and words that appear and I have learned a lot from listening to her and reading her book.
Once, I heard her mention that some people tried photographing water they simply stirred with a spoon. Some of those people had captured fairly clear images of faces using that technique.
Which got me thinking.
So, when I was in Crete at a beautiful beach, I decided to ask the water if it had a message for me and then photographed the light reflecting from it.
When I zoomed in, I thought I saw something that reminded me of the head of a bird and looked a bit Egyptian.
I was excited to show it to people on our tour and had revisited the image more than once. I thought maybe Patricia, the tour guide, might recognize it and be able to tell me what it might mean.
At one point, I was able to pull her aside and I asked her what she thought it might be?
“Looks like a Vulture,” she responded before walking away.
It wasn’t quite what I had been hoping for.
The next day, I mentioned my photo to my seatmate and after empathizing with me, she said she would love to see it!
She told me that she feels the universe, or the divine, is always communicating with us, if we listen and become curious and she brought her curiosity to what I showed her.
Soon, I was doing Brave searches on the meaning of Egyptian Vultures and she was telling me stories of Hathor. We began to look at other parts of the photo and the more we looked and read about things we found, the more we could see.
It was quite fun.
I imagine you could see this as one of those psychology tests when they have people look at black blobs and describe what they see…
You might think one could see anything one desires in ripples and rainbows and I am sure you would find many people who would agree.
And then there are people like me, and the other sixty on this tour, who find such things enticing and enchanting. People who believe the fabric of reality, and water, does have the capacity and desire to communicate with us.
My friend mentioned that everything has messages if one pays attention.
“I pay attention to the names of people I meet,” she told me, as I was busy copy-pasting all the information I was finding about my image from my Brave browser AI searches onto a “note” on my phone.
“You mean you pay attention to what people’s names mean?” I asked, (silently wondering what she thought of mine).
“Well yes, but only in relation to me. I learn what they mean and then see what the meaning means for me… Sometimes, it takes me to bible verses. The deeper I am willing to go, the more I learn,” she said.
And as she said it, I realized that The Matrix is available in so many ways, to teach me. Not just through water that I freeze.
In fact, I actually prefer taking photographs of the surface of water moving, or light reflecting on it which is much easier than attempting to freeze it as I travel from place to place.
I thought of how often I see repeating numbers on my phone. It has happened so much that I started searching “what is the spiritual meaning of…(place number here)… and then copy pasting the answers onto another “note” I labeled “numbers” on my phone so I didn’t have to keep searching for the same thing over and over.
For instance, in the last twenty four hours, I have seen 1:11 twice. Once, in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep, and again today when I pulled my phone out of my backpack to check the time.
But I had never thought The Matrix, or the Field of Love, could speak to me through the names of people I meet.
Her comment helped me to realize that the energetic, aware, living field around me is truly communicating with me even more than I imagined.
It was after a few hours with her that we emerged at another large temple and I took the photo I posted at the top of this post. It is the first time I have gotten rainbows of light that remind me of peacock feathers like that and I find it quite stunning.
When I showed it to her later, she said it reminded her of something we had seen in the hieroglyphs that looked like a little figure and was related to the Vulture Goddess, Nekhbet, we had been reading about.

Here is the little form in a photo of someone moving into the afterlife. I wondered if the little stars might represent one’s soul family, or ancestors who had passed on.
The goddess Sekhmet is following behind with a cobra on her head helping facilitate the process.
Later in this tour, we shall go see a large black statue of her which I am told, has never been moved from its original location.
My bus companion told me a story of Sekhmet that reminded me of the Hindu Goddess Kali, often shown with skulls around her neck. Both are known for their unbridled anger.
When I saw a statue of Sekhmet outside another grand structure where we stopped, I found it quite beautiful. “She doesn’t seem so angry to me,” I said later to my friend as I showed her my photo. “Well of course she wasn’t angry all the time…” she responded.
And the truth is, here in Egypt, no one really knows what everything means.
So, in some ways, it has been a gift to not have too much “explained” to me and to feel things for myself although I was quite happy when a classmate shared this information and these photos with me which show how light moves through some types of stone, and not others.
Light, water, and stone, seem to create a symphony.
Veda has spoken in videos of images she gets in the ice she calls hydroglyphs that seem to stand for certain things.
She has been working with some of the autists featured on the podcast, The Telepathy Tapes. One of them mentioned that the hydroglyphs are really multidimensional codes of light with a lot of information coming through them beyond the actual lines one can see.
I wondered as I faced the hieroglyphs on a wall in front of me, if perhaps they were transmitting meaning beyond something my eyes could perceive? So I closed my eyes, and moved my hand over them gently.
No words came to me, but I did feel something…it felt soft, gentle and beautiful…like music that is soothing.
“Maybe,” I thought, “these temples and structures are speaking to me if I let myself feel them more deeply?”
And that is what I have been doing.
Everyone is having their own experiences my darling.
The first thing is to allow what is to be.
Allow what you see without resisting.
This is the path to love.
—message in The Isis Temple behind the Temple of Hathor at Dendara
It is not always easy as things are not at all what they used to be.
But it is not too hard to imagine things in the past and somehow, frequencies of love and beauty seem indestructible to me…
So I will continue to wonder and explore things as I remind myself, and maybe you as well, that we live in a world that is very much alive and aware, despite how it may sometimes appear.
I find that to be a beautiful thing when I remind myself of the other message I received on a psychedelic journey:
“Only love is real.”
I just need to cultivate eyes to see and ears to hear.
Much love to you from me…
Until next week.


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Wow Terra! Beautiful sea pic symbol! I often see those numbers throughout the day as well. The matrix speaks. What is it saying? Messages. Yes to love. All ways. Keep a stash of that paper handy, and enjoy the rest of that adventure. Wherever you are this week! Thanks for letting us follow along!