What I Found Between the Paws of the Sphinx

This post continues the Egypt Codes — reflections and transmissions from a pilgrimage that profoundly shifted my understanding of consciousness, history, and my own soul. If you’re new here, start with Part One.

Egypt Codes: Part Nine

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Coming out of the Osiris Shaft felt like being reborn.

After being that deep in the earth… in the darkness, in everything that moved through that space…by the time I reached the top of that last ladder, I felt like a completely different human.

Crawling up rung by rung and seeing the sunlight pouring in again after being in complete darkness felt like emerging from a womb. I could feel my literal cells being charged up by the golden sunlight dancing on my skin. Everything was brighter and more alive. Gratitude for the miracle of life itself was beaming from every pore of my body. It was something I will never forget.  

And the day wasn’t even close to being over. From there, we walked straight to the Sphinx.

I am noticing as I am sitting here writing this, how symbolic is that?! From the underworld and death, the depths, the afterlife… straight into the presence of the Divine Mother. We can’t make these things up. 

Walking to the Sphinx was surreal. I mean, so much of the trip was surreal, but this…this was different. We approached her from the back. I’ve never seen any pictures of the back of the Sphinx, so I didn’t even notice that the round statue ahead was her head.  As we came up along her side, her insane beauty and presence overtook me. The scale of her is hard to describe. She is massive. A single human body standing at her paws is literally like an ant in comparison. 

We had private access to go between her paws, which is something very few people get to experience. There were thousands of people on the other side at the viewing platform, just moving about, taking photos, being tourists… and then there was our group of 60 being led into this sacred space.

I know I’ve referenced many movies so far, but do you remember The Neverending Story? A classic. Atreyu has to pass between two massive sphinx statues to continue his journey. They aren’t just decorative…they’re a test.

Everyone who tries to pass between them is being seen. The sphinxes open their eyes and essentially look straight into the person’s core to see their heart, what they stand for and their fear. And the rule is if you have any fear or you’re not fully steady within yourself, they fire these laser-like beams and kill you instantly.

That is literally all I could think of as we approached her. 😂 

And lucky for me, I had basically just dissolved ALL of my fear when I met those terrifying eel-guardians in the shaft. 

It is said that the space between her paws is one of the most spiritually activated places on the planet. I knew instinctively that even though we were going there as a part of our tour, permission to enter was required. I stood before her and asked from the depths of my Soul.  There was no way I was going into the most spiritually activated place on the planet without her permission. 

Thankfully I got a yes.

As I walked in, her presence shook me to my core and brought me to tears immediately. She is known as the Divine Mother, and that is exactly how she felt. Not soft or fragile… but deeply nurturing, wise, powerful. An ancient, grounded presence that felt like it was holding everything.

There is a massive tablet between her paws, covered in hieroglyphs, and I was drawn right to it. It felt like a magnet pulling me in. I went and sat down, leaning back against her paw, closed my eyes, and snuggled up to her.

And instantly, I was swept into a deep meditation, engulfed by the nourishing waves of wisdom the Divine Mother radiated.

This became a pattern in Egypt. It didn’t take much. Meeting the guardians (physical and non-physical), the temples, the portals, all of it with intention was enough. The barriers of physical reality melted, and I was transported into another dimension.

At some point, Melissa (the telepathic communicator with our group) came in and started reading the hieroglyphs out loud. She was speaking quickly, translating through telepathy, and because I was sitting right there next to the tablet she was reading, I could hear everything clearly.

It was interesting because as she spoke, what she was saying didn’t resonate as truth in my body. It didn’t feel correct. It felt like she was tapping into a layer of distortion.

The longer she spoke, the stronger that feeling became. And I started to sense that she wasn’t supposed to be reading this outloud… like it wasn’t hers to translate in that way. The tone of what she was saying started to feel off, and I told her very clearly in my mind to stop.

And thankfully, a sentence or two later, she did. She paused and said she was going to stop reading and she walked away from the tablet. 

I felt so much relief when the space went quiet again. I stayed there, leaning against the stone, feeling the presence of the Divine Mother, completely held. And then I decided to ask her a question.

Who am I?

The never-ending question I’m always asking, yet never fully getting answered. Usually, I come to understand it through life… through what I experience, what I move through, what I overcome. And, with each triumph, I feel like I get a little closer to the answer.

This time, it came through directly.

A name.

I wasn’t super familiar with who she named, but I was covered from head to toe in goosebumps and knew without a shadow of a doubt, her powerful “welcome home” to me was real. Her response pointed to a past life… a version of my soul… connected to royalty, to leadership, to who I came to know as a very well-known figure from this land.

I’d heard of people having these kinds of remembrances in Egypt. People remembering being kings, queens, pharaohs… different lifetimes that their soul has lived. I didn’t expect that for myself.

And yet… there it was. Plopped down into my consciousness like it was a totally normal thing. 😂

I sat with it quietly. I didn’t feel any need to share it, explain it, or validate it. It felt deeply personal, like something I will likely keep to myself until the day I die. But it was profound. And humbling. It allowed me to feel the vastness of my soul in a way that is impossible to put words to.

After that, everything went quiet again. No more messages. No more words. Just this deep, steady feeling of being held by the most exquisite love I have ever felt. I stayed there for a while, literally cuddled up against the wall of her paws, smiling to myself, completely at peace.

Eventually, we left that space and made our way to the Valley Temple and the viewing platform, where most people experience the Sphinx. And the contrast was intense. Thousands of people packed in, moving around, taking pictures, talking, seemingly completely unaware of what they were standing in. And the energy was still just as strong.

That part blew my mind.

I found a place to sit right there in the middle of the platform because I was still processing everything. As I sat there, I started to feel waves of energy moving through me. The only way I can describe it is like being rocked in a cradle. Just wave after wave after wave, moving through my body, through the platform, through everything.

I melted into it.

Again, BOOM, I dropped into a deep meditative state, even with all the chaos around me. Thousands of people brushed by my feet as I sat with my back against the stone. The energy was so strong it felt like I was on drugs. Literally.

When I opened my eyes and looked at Leandra, we both just kind of looked at each other like… whoa. She felt it, too. 🤯

And we knew it was time to go.

At that point, my body reminded me that I was still human, and I needed a bathroom. The mummy tummy medicine had helped carry me to this point, but things were now moving. So that turned into its own little adventure involving a toilet that didn’t flush and the attendant having to come in and handle that situation for me… which was fun, to say the least. I’ll spare you the details. 

Full spectrum day.

From the depths of the underworld… to being held by the Divine Mother… to very human realities, all in the same breath.

I felt like I lived 42536 lives in 7 hours. The day was rich and layered. And, it wasn’t just about the experiences… it was what it all pointed to.

The bigness of our soul.

The depth of wisdom we carry. The lifetimes of experience that live inside of us, that most of us have no real awareness of. We get so boxed into these little human minds, and these little human lives, and we forget. And honestly… I think that’s part of the point.

We come here to forget who we are. To forget where we came from. And then we spend our lives, in all kinds of different ways, attempting to remember. Along the way, we feel small. We feel alone. We struggle immensely at times. We go through things that feel really hard… sometimes overwhelmingly so.

And we get lost in that.

We forget that we came here to have a really good time and that simply being alive is an absolute miracle. We forget that our soul actually thrives on challenge and discomfort, even though our human self absolutely does not. It sucks sometimes. It’s not fun.

But there are ways to move through it with more ease and grace.

There are tools that help us navigate those moments in a way that makes it a little easier. There are people we can surround ourselves with and environments and places we can put ourselves in that help us remember who we are on a deeper level.

It feels like such a gift that my Soul chose this as our mission this time around… helping people remember who they are and uncover the truth that’s already encoded within them. Not something they need to go out and find, but something that’s already there. I love getting to share these tools with my mentorship students, because that’s how we live the most profound, epic life we could possibly live.

Not by avoiding challenge or trying to make everything perfect… but by knowing that there is a reason for what we’re experiencing. There is a purpose. We are being guided in a way that is in service to our evolution.

Always.

When we remember…even just a little… we move through life differently. We don’t grip as tightly. We don’t spiral as deeply. We don’t lose ourselves in every hard moment. We can lean back and trust there is something steadier, something bigger underneath it all. 

Nothing could be a stronger underlying current beneath the human experience.

See you in the next blog!