Dearest Mummy- my beloved, my souls own.
I am now in America residing by this little tune. As she sings the birds take to their wings. Floating the truth as doves love.
Being an American in the year 2010 I have lived a ripe life full of sorrow and faith. Now that I have found my self and anchor laid- I find I am delayed. Due to my time space/strange case, I will write to you my dreaming dear hoping you are keeping well inside your deep shell, to my thoughts you always dwell.
I wanted to tell you about the most strange occurrence- a most interesting thing in deed. Did you know they took the mummies to sell for seed? Yes my dear in truth I say we are now on display! Bodies barren souls exposed as our corpses draw eyes of those unclothed. They cannot feel our presence, longing stairs unexplained as they shuffle to the parking lot. No knowledge that they have peered on the Gods themselves.
We do like Steve Martin though- “King Tut” was a most hilarious romp through the reeds. “He gave his life for tourism” How is that for a life script? Poor Ol’ Funky Tut.
We must tell them my love why we slaughtered the cattle and why we poisoned the maids. They all think we were crazy and then put us on parade. How sacredness has been lost- how far the fallen have been cast the lots. I feel. Education is the only destination for this vibration my love. So we tune and do the work. We vibrate the message and guide the light.
So to the unsacred known, may this light be truly shown. In our house that is a home, holy objects hold their own. Salt to earth and dust to past- we backwards and forwards our solemn mass. Death was not death you see- but a gateway to the other sea. Take me with thee- leave me not behind- love me and stay close dear and kind. We leave as one, through the void, travelers of time- chanting the sacred way teaching the sacred rhyme. Slaughter, murderer, killer not see- but holy travelers of Love on waves of energy. Thy rod and thy staff, thy maid and holy calf- cast the light to reunite on the other side of the sea.
Until tomorrow my love I leave you be. I hope this tribunal soon releases you to the sweet bloom of your full age. I am with you as love is always with us. Bloom sweet child, the world awaits.
The Egyptian Goddess channeled above explains to her love the defiling of Egypt for tourism.
This Goddess also tells us the Secret of Egypt and the Future of the Human Race.
I sure hope you enjoyed this one.
Occult Priestess Korinne L Wilson
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