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I got the key

The journey continues, part 3

King Tut's Tomb

We continued our travels to the Valley of the Kings. I was still feeling out of sorts and wasn't sure if all of this was a dream. My feet kept moving and my heart kept pumping, so I kept walking. My head was spinning and my mind was fuzzy. It felt like coming off of an amusement ride that flipped you upside down and round and round.

Our tour guide would take us through King Tut's Tomb. The elegant paintings stood tall and stories were told of a life of just a boy, who reigned over this nation. Antiquities were no longer there because of looting but the ancient history and scenes were infused with magical powers surrounded by Tut’s burial chamber that mapped out his journey to the next world.


The group decided to shop after our tour and we were advised to stay away from many of the other sites that were under construction.

I was not interested in shopping, so I sat against a stone wall. I was gazing up at the sand dunes when I heard a voice say "come". I looked around and everyone seemed to mysteriously disappear. Then I heard again, "Come".

Would you dare to walk up that lonely path to explore? Would you take the risk in this foreign country to listen to a voice?

Well I did. Imagine you are walking with me up this dirt path. No one was around. Not one single person. I came upon a sign. While I cannot recall all the details, I do remember it staying it was the biggest most magnicient tomb. I believe it may have been the tomb found in 1995 of Ramses II. I sat up against another rock and laughed. I recalled my husband telling me 3 years prior who could not be able to come to Egypt with me. Since he was frugal with money I had a feeling. He was here already. Then a thought flashed through my head. What if there are really past lives? Could this be his burial tomb?


Then I heard a voice in broken english say "I got key! I got key! An egyptian man in a long flowing robe came over a dune out of no where. Was I hallucinating? He waved to me to "come". This is impossible, I thought. A moment of brief fear ran through me. I can't go in there with a strange man.

Then something or someone gently nudged me closer to the man. I stood before a gate way quietly and with curiosity. There was a sign saying "stay out, under construction".

The Egyptian would place the key in the lock. I heard a click. The door opened.


He waved to me to "Come". He spoke no other English. In his native tongue, he spoke about every painting as we walked a very long narrow corridor. Somehow I knew what he was saying. He was telling me about gods and goddess and their roles with their afterlife. How could I understand him? It felt like we walked for miles. That same intense energy that filled me in the Great pyramid was filling me up again.


Then we both stopped. Extreme silence and hollowness. There was a big open pit of sorts and a make shift ladder that went down into it. He waved to me again. I stopped. NO WAY!

Then there was that gentle nudge again and I found myself climbing down those steps. You see, since my husband died the month prior, I had no fear. I was not afraid of dying.

I would find myself standing in a magnificent room, filled with a marble carved sarcophagus and carvings on the stone walls. The Egyptian man would point out to me what appeared to be holes in the walls, but were actually other burial places, I assume for family.


Suddenly we both "knew' it was time to go. It felt like we had been down there for hours.

We climbed up the ladder, when I heard another voice tell me to bury my husbands wedding ring here. NO! How could I do that? I only had this as a piece of him.

Soon we were at the gate and he was locking it up. What seemed so long prior to walk that hallway, took only moments now. He disappeared as mysteriously as he came.

I sat on a rock outside the gate and tears were flowing on my cheeks.

A deep loud voice spoke from the heavens "Gloria, it's time to move on". Move on? How could I move on? I heard it again. I was crying so hard I could not see.

Yes, I had buried the ring. I let go of a symbol of our love but I would never let go in my heart. I ran down the hill. The group was in the bus already. No one new I was gone. No one missed me. I sat in my seat observing. It was if I was in a picture frame, looking out at the world.

I got the key! Life will bring us challenges and just like my heart keeps beating, I must keep moving. No one will really notice what you experience, for that will be your very own. Observe. Listen. Trust and have Faith!

This was not the end, this was a glimpse of what was about to be revealed.....

~ Gloria

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