ELEVEN-ELEVEN The Story so far

Day 1 7/1/1992

The plane started its descent, slowly circling over the barren eastern desert of Luxor. Graham tried to pick out familiar features, knowing that there below destiny awaited. Graham wondered why he had been drawn so far from home, what was the purpose? He only knew that over the previous three years, he had taken note of quite a few ‘omens’, followed feelings and noted the coincidences that cropped up all too regular.
Egypt had always had a calling for Graham, his appetite had not been quenched on his first visit, six years previous. Graham knew that this visit was for a purpose, ever since his first hearing that there was to be a gathering at the Pyramids on the 11th of January 1992, Graham had felt a need to be there. Thought the ‘omens’ had been with Graham for the last three years, it was not till the 30th of November 1991, with the news of a gathering, that he began to see the pieces fit together, into the large jigsaw of life.
With short notice, a frantic search was on to find a flight that would get Graham to Giza in Egypt for that date. After a week of searching, a holiday was found that would suit the dates required, its title ‘The Cleopatra Cruise’.
With an expiring passport and the need of a visa, International Rescue was called upon to get the documents through on time.

The plane touched down at Luxor airport at 5:40pm, on the 7th of January, the feast day of ‘Sekhemet’. Already the sky was starting to darken, as the sun set behind the ‘valley of the kings’ on the west bank of the Nile. The Luxor passengers were dropped at their appropriate Hotels. Graham was able to pick up a guide book to the island of Philae, a volume missing from a collection he started on his first visit.
The coach took Graham and the remaining passengers on a ‘nightmare’ four hour ride along narrow, unlit roads, on the east bank of the Nile, with the Egyptian custom of driving without lights.
It was well after 10pm when the coach drew up at the berth in Aswan. Luggage in hand, Graham started towards the cruise ship, that was to be his home for the next four nights, making the name out on the ship’s side - JASMIN. This was the confirmation that Graham was looking for as the words of one of his inspired poems flashed into his mind, a poem that had come to him on the 2nd September 1991, he knew now that he was in the right place. He recalled how his meeting at the Higher Realms Thought workshop, usually adapt at translating Graham’s inspired poetry, had drawn a blank with this one word ‘JASMIN’ -here was another piece of the Jig-Saw-

Jasmine - crystal towers stand, fused together desert sand,
Refined till they became clear, it’s not far in fact it’s quite near,
Sent to those who have a will, who’ve conquered fear and are now still,
A lesson for the true and brave, in thought and deed the world to save,
Westward across the bridge of time, chosen where the sun does shine,
Ending where it once began, at the universal man,
Drawn in as the time is right, dawn breaks on unending night,
Always there to change the way, just for us to have our say.

A meal awaited them on board the Jasmin, that was eaten heartily. Cabin allocations were next on the agenda, But, due to one member from the last party staying on board an extra night, the only cabin left was that of the Captains. This suited Graham, another ‘omen’ for his book. What great things were ahead with Graham as the Captain of the Jasmin?
Showered and shaved, Graham settled down to his first sleep in two days. As he lay in bed he became aware of the presence that settled, heavily on top of the bed, the pressure felt, quite physically, down his left side. Graham was not alone, he had felt this presence before, and looked upon it as his guide and protector.

Egypt was two hours behind England, and the 6.30 alarm call, came all too early, with a full days itinerary to follow, Graham was eager to be up and about. Breakfast was a treat, natural yoghurt topped with honey, for starters, medicinal, but also very tasty. Graham was not going to let ‘gippy-tummy’ spoil his day. Breakfast over and the party assembled. The first tour started with a visit across the ‘Old Dam’ and on up to the Aswan High Dam, where the restriction on photographs was ignored by all. Next was the ten minute boat ride out to ‘Philae - The temple of Isis’. The landing stage, bedecked with stalls and salesmen, always eager to barter for the last penny that you may have. Graham was waiting for the right item, and he would know when it was there.
Philae had been the highlight of Graham’s previous visit to Egypt, and there had always been a strong connection to this place.
Back along the ‘path’ in February 1989, Graham remembered a ‘Spiritual Wedding’ that he had been seen to go through, while in deep meditation, the bride was Isis.
The morning sun was gaining height, as the dry white walls of the temple reflected, dazzlingly. Graham wandered around at will, catching up with his allotted group when it suited him. Picking up a piece of stone, Graham, carefully marked it with the location and date, this was to be his collection, this time.
Back aboard the small ferry, other members of the group compared their bargains, it was not long before they were back on shore. The Nubian stall holders swarmed around, trying to sell their wares, though to no avail this time. With the late arrival and early rise, no one had been able to exchange their travellers cheques.
The coach was found, among the throng, that was to take the party on. The next stop being the ‘unfinished obelisk’, which Graham climbed from top to bottom, he was not going to miss a detail this time, if he could help it. The small bazaar had live baby crocodiles on display, Graham filled his free time browsing the many bargains, as the coach filled, ready for the next location.
A short ride brought the party to the Old Cataract Hotel, made famous with the filming of Agatha Christies ‘Death on the Nile’. The party passed through to join the awaiting felucca, for the slow crossing of the Nile, to the Aga Khan Mausoleum. A stiff climb up the many steps, brought Graham to the Mausoleum. Shoes removed for a bare foot visit inside, and the customary £1 tip. On rejoining the felucca, the slow zig-zag path began, down the Nile. There had been no rain in Sudan, and the Nile was at an all time low. Graham remembered six years back, when he’d had to throw himself from one side of the felucca to the other, as it tacked, back and forth in the strong current, across the Nile. The next point of call was Lord Kitchener’s Botanical gardens, to be greeted by a party of Egyptian School girls, showing off with their vibrating tongue calls. After a pleasant walk through the island, the felucca picked up the party at the other end, to take them on the final leg of the crossing. The Jasmin was finally reached by the felucca’s, taking an hour and a half in the process. Lunch was ready, and as the party tucked in, the Jasmin set sail.
Lunch over, Graham went onto the sun deck to sit and take in the majesty of the Nile. The air was pleasantly cool, on Graham’s already burning skin. The Jasmin berthed at Kom-Ombo, and it was all ashore to visit the twin temple of Horus and Sobek. Already the sun was beginning to set. Graham had brought a strong pocket torch, out with him from England. Now he was able to put it to use, to aid the guides as they pointed out the Hieroglyphics of importance, and to illuminate the mummified crocodile, set out in its glass case. As the party made their way back on board the Jasmin, the sky turned a beautiful shade of orange. It was now time for dinner.
After dinner Graham found that he had been allocated his own cabin, and after sorting out his luggage, it was time to cash some travellers cheques, this achieved, he followed the party to the ship’s bar. As he approached he noticed that the American party, had formed a circle on the landing, and seemed to be practising a form of Tai-Chi. Graham got a drink and returned to the landing, where he could watch the proceedings. After a while, Graham approached one of the members, who was overseeing the events. He was wearing a long white robe and wore a crystal pyramid, strapped over his third eye. Graham enquired as to what was happening, to find that the group were doing the ‘unified movements’ that had been channelled down through Solara, for the opening of the ’11-11 Gateway’. This man was the Swami Raja Maitreya Dove, who then invited Graham to join in with the group, and in the movements.
The Swamii
The Swami broke the circle, to introduce Graham, then he left him in the circle’s capable hands. With a quick introduction to the members of the circle, Graham was then asked to follow the motions as each in turn performed them, when his turn came he confidently carried out the movements. Graham noticed the broad, white smile of the tall woman on the opposite side of the circle, though Graham was never good at remembering names, this American-Nubian woman was Cleopatra.
The movements progressed to the next stage, and as all went to plan, it was decided to call it a night with an open invitation to visit the small Philippine women’s cabin for a meditation later. Graham had noticed one member of the circle had remained seated throughout the event, it was Clare, who had twisted her ankle while visiting Philae. Graham knelt placing his hands around the ankle, and began to administer healing. Clare told Graham of the Teaching’s channelled through Solara. As Clare shared the room with the Philippine, who turned out to be the Swami Moi-Ra Mar-E Dove. Clare told Graham that if he attended the meditation, he could have a lend of a copy of a cassette with Solara’s movements on.
A tall woman, Carol, helped Clare to her feet, and led the way to the meditation. The small cabin was rather cramped with the eleven seeker’s, only the swami Ra-Ja was missing. Swami Moi-Ra led the guided meditation. Then a tall dark man, Mitch, spoke on Yogic Breathing. The evening ended with all saying their individual prayer to the successful opening of the gate, with Carol reciting the Great Invocation -

From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men.
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men.
May Christ return to Earth.
From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men-
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out.
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth

On arising, Graham opened his curtain, to see the magnificent Kom-Ombo temple, less than one hundred yards away, it was already illuminated by the hot desert sun. Graham looked to the bedside table to check on the piece of stone, his souvenir from the temple. Breakfast was at 8.15, Graham returned the cassette to Clare and joined the American party to eat. While still at the table, the Jasmin slipped from its berth, on its slow journey down the Nile.
It was not long before Edfu, loomed up on the west bank. The Jasmin, tied up with ease, and the passengers transferred to the horse drawn Calleche, for the short trip to Edfu temple. This temple was complete, as it had lain, buried in sand, till the end of the last century. The Egyptian children had developed a neat ploy, lowering a tin can on a long string, down to the depths of the original temple floor. There the tourist could put in their ‘Baksheesh’ to be hurriedly reeled up, to the modern day street level, and the child’s eager grasp. Graham’s only small coin was a 20p piece, and he would be well clear by the time the can was reeled in.
Graham would now and again run into the American party, as they went on their separate tour itineraries.
Graham felt it was time to spend some money, and finding a Bazaar outside the temple, went to browse through the assorted ‘gallabiyas’, the long loose Egyptian garments. Choosing a suitable white gown, Graham tried his hand at bartering, winning the deal with an offer of £4 in English coins, leaving both parties happy. It was back to the Jasmin by Calleche, in time for the Bar-B-Q on the stern deck.
Graham tried on his gallabiyas and decided he would wear it from then on. On entering the sun deck, Graham joined with three members of the American party, from the previous night. They were Mitch, Carol and a West Indian from Fort Lauderdale, David. They were all eager to learn of how Graham had been drawn out to Egypt.
The Jasmin, cast off again, and as she slowly sailed onwards down the Nile, experiences were passed between the four, now united seeker’s. The afternoon soon passed, and the Jasmin, moored alongside four other cruise ships, including her sister ship, the Orchid. Carol and Mitch were now ready to disembark and invited Graham to join them.
This was Esna, Graham had not visited this town before. As the trio ventured down the narrow, shop lined streets, they were aware of a ‘more hostile’ Egyptian, an Egyptian that bartered hard, and strong, for any item. Graham was able to complete his outfit, with the purchase of an outer white robe with blue edging. The haggling had been hard work, and was only completed with the addition of a few Tee shirts. At the end of the street, the trio met up with Cleopatra and David. On the opposite side of the junction, behind a small wall, lay the temple of Esna. Mitch was eager to get into the temple, there and then, for a private meditation. As Carol and David left for the ship, Mitch tried to no avail, to find the ‘Gatekeeper’. He finally settled with the purchase of a small rug, that would be his prayer mat. Graham was able to exchange views with Cleopatra, as they wandered, unmoved by the jostling stall holders, back to the Jasmin.
With good timing, there was just fifteen minutes before dinner, and it was to be a ‘fancy dress’ night. Graham, was able to put his new robe and gallabiyas to good use, with the help of the ship’s shop, the hire of a ‘Sun Crown’ and gold shoulder pads completed his uniform. Everyone entered into the occasion, the spirit of the evening brought out the best in all, with some of the costumes being quite remarkable. The banquet was unbelievable, with whole turkey, sheep, and chickens all set out so fantastically. Graham did not know where to start.
Did Graham feel a hint of jealousy emanating from the Swami Ra-Ja, when he enquired where he could acquire a ‘Sun Crown’ for himself.
Graham, now noticed the American girl, Cheryl. Her fancy dress consisted of a black gallabiyas, and her eyes made up, and an Ankh painted on her forehead. She enquired of Graham, if this was in keeping with Egyptian custom, and if it was alright, it was to his agreement.
The evening’s entertainment was provided by the large Italian contingent on board. Though no English was spoken, they enacted out visual mime, so that all could understand. Before the evening was out, Graham was to be the English stooge for one of their acts, involving a camel and a water bottle! Graham retired at 11pm, he was starting to suffer from his over indulgence at the dinner table. Sleep came easy.

The morning call was at 6am. After breakfast, the Jasmin remain at its berth. The Nile waters were so low, that there was a danger of grounding, if it had attempted the sail down the last stretch to Luxor. So Esna was to be the base for the remainder of this part of the quest.
The coaches set off in convoy down the Nile side dirt track, on their journey to Luxor’s west bank, and the ferry landing sight. This was to pick up the tickets needed for the day’s tours. Wasting no time, the coach was soon parked on the new Tarmac parking area, right in front of the Colossi of Memnon.
Graham was happy to be there again, he had been drawn there on his first visit, and had as a child, often been drawn to the photo of the colossi in his old book ‘The Wonders of the World’. The brief visit over, the next stop was at Queen Hatshepsut’s temple, the party made their way through the throng of stalls, now set up at the entrance. Graham noticed Cheryl, ahead of her party, now leaving the temple, being mobbed by the eager stall holders. He was soon to her aid, embracing her in protection from her tormentors, who finding ‘no sale’, returned to their stalls. Graham bid Cheryl adieu, and set off after his own party, to see the sights. El-Deir el-Bahari was a magic, modern looking temple, where legend had it that the Queen of Sheba resided. Graham’s stone collection grew, with the addition of a shard of red pottery. As Graham left the temple, he was now happy to do business at the stalls. He obtained a solid carved relief of Horus, Anubis and Ramesis 1.
It was back to the coach, ready for the departure to the Valley of the Queens. The sun was now starting to scorch down on the back of Graham’s neck. After a short visit to a mirror-lit tomb, the party was on the way again, this time to the more impressive ‘Valley of the Kings’. Here, there was a guided tour of the tombs of Ramesis IV and also Ramesis IX. Graham was constantly noticing the changes that had occurred since his last visit, one of these changes was the removal of the small rest room, and a new complex now replacing it, further down the valley. Tutankhamen’s tomb was closed for restoration, but as Graham had visited this tomb the last time around, he was happy to have been able to visit the other tombs.
A welcome break for refreshments, and a time to recap on events so far, and to buy a couple of cigarette lighters, a good piece of bartering equipment. Next on the agenda was a visit to the alabaster factory, where Graham was able to purchase a Bronze statue of Bastet, the cat goddess.
It was time again for the journey back to Esna, with a last minute photo stop at the Colossi of Memnon on the way. Lunch was waiting on board the Jasmin, and after a short pause to refresh, the short walk to Esna temple. This was a new temple to Graham, and he readily took in all the details. After the visit, the party was free to wander, and sated with the temple, Graham took to the Bazaar. This time to stock up on Egyptian cotton Tee-shirts, before returning to the Jasmin. There was still an hour to kill, before dinner, so Graham decided on a Calleche ride around Esna. The driver, Mohammed, signalled Graham to join him up front, as the horse led the way down the narrow, darkening streets. The tourists had now disappeared from the streets, and for the first time Graham felt a bit uneasy. With his shoulder length fair hair, and a sun burnt complexion, above his new white gallabiyas. There were shouts from the various Egyptian groups, as the Calleche passed, Graham did his best to smile, through his teeth, and waved. The guided tour of Esna’s back streets, came to a stop outside a block of flats, Mohammed invited Graham in to meet his wife and family, and share a cup of dark mint tea. Graham was introduced to each member of the family in turn, the small children vying with each other, to get his attention. Graham noticed the sparse furniture, a black and white Television nestled between two upright fridges, he notice that the windows had no glass and also the small size of the dwelling, and thought of his own home back in England.
Time was getting on, goodbyes were said, and Mohammed set us back on course for the Nile. The streets by this time were now dark, with no street lamps, he noticed the black shapes, now huddled close around their roadside fires, and still shouting to Graham as he passed them by. The bright riverside was a welcome sight, and the Jasmin was reached at 6.30, the trip had lasted an hour exactly. Mohammed had to wait as Graham had to cross through each ship, till the familiar feel of the Jasmin surrounded him. In his cabin he quickly picked up a bundle of notes, and some packets of English sweets, brought out for such occasions. Back on shore Graham, paid Mohammed, over the odds for the trip, though he thought it was well worth the extra, he gave the sweets to Mohammed for his children. Mohammed as was customary with other locals, went away, muttering in disgust.
Graham was now ready for his dinner, and on entering the dinning room, Cleopatra signalled for him, to join her at the American table. She was bursting with news, she had been with Mitch and Carol, and their tour had taken them to Karnak, she could not contain herself, and with excitement exclaimed "we have found the ‘door’". Graham ate, while Cleopatra told the story. Graham knew that the mission could not be completed without the keys, but where were they? This was to be the last dinner on board the Jasmin, as Graham selected his favourite meats, Cleopatra, who with the rest of the American’s had been on a vegetarian fast, exclaimed "you still eat meat". To which Graham replied that his body had not rejected meat yet, and he was not depriving his body till such times. Cleopatra, said that she agreed, and helped herself to a plate full of meat.
The Chef brought out a big cake, baked especially for the last night, this was paraded with much ceremony, around the ship for all to see, with the accompaniment of the waiters banging their silver platers and clapping. As the tables were cleared, Cleopatra’s plate remained full, her news had prevented her from eating, but her free will had been sated.
The American party had been given their departure time for the next morning. They were to have a 5.30 breakfast, and had to be off the Jasmin at 6.30 their flight to Cairo was at 8.30. With an invite to join the group, in their cabin later, to talk over the next days plans.
The group which now consisted of David, Mitch, Carol and Cleopatra - who now felt that they were on a different mission from that of the Swamii.
Graham went first to see if his departure time had been posted. To his surprise, he found that his was an afternoon flight to Cairo, leaving Luxor at 1.30. The morning was to include visits to both the Karnak and Luxor temples. Graham changed, and armed with his map of the Karnak temple, went up to Mitch’s room, where the meeting was to be held. David was eager to find out what powers that Graham had, and asked him to ‘tune-in’ on him. Graham sat and concentrated, and pictures soon filled his inner vision. These, Graham told David of, he saw David in a Sarcophagus on a pallet, Graham puzzled by this, was surprised when David accepted this.

-David (Marco)

Graham arose at 6.00, breakfast was posted for 6.15, but no-one showed till 6.45. There was a sense of sadness, on leaving the Jasmin, though it had served its purpose in more ways than one, and especially in the meeting and preparation for the coming events. Here the English party was to break up, with only seven to fly to Cairo, the rest were to stay in Luxor. With the coach packed, it set off through the traffic jam of Esna’s market day, as it made its way, after crossing the lock to the East bank of the Nile, straight to Karnak.
Graham, following Mitch’s instructions, was prepared, he had his white robe, rolled up under his arm. With the excuse that he had done the tour before, he enquired as to what time the coach was leaving, there was over an hour, so plenty of time to do what was to be done.
Graham set of on his mission alone. On through the avenue of Sphinxes, and through the grand pylons, and across the courtyard. Though Graham was there for a purpose, it did not stop him from taking in the wonder and beauty of the temple. On entering the great Hypostyle Hall, he was able to slip, unnoticed, behind one of the 134 giant columns, here he donned his white robe. Remembering in his mind the directions and location of the secret temple, as relayed to him the previous evening, Graham made his way towards the back of the temple complex, only to find his way barred. Undaunted, he made his way out of the temple, passing the giant Scarab, which after the customary, three times around for luck, made his way beside the Sacred Lake, to the back of the temple. As he left the path, and crossed the uneven ground behind the temple, a strong sense of DeJa-Vu, surged through his body.
Graham was grateful for his pre-planning, as the ruins in this part, were a maze, with overgrown stones and large bushes. Graham made his way, confidently, towards the small temple, which he, with knowing eyes, could distinguish from its carefully concealed location, those not knowing it was there, would not find it. With the feeling that he was being watched, Graham approached with caution, he was aware of a temple keeper, standing hidden under a large tree. Graham brought his palms together, in a signal to the keeper, and proceeded with the sevenfold prayer, before continuing on to the temple. Here to his surprise, he found the temple of Osiris-Haka-Djet open, remembering that the trio had had to seek out the key keeper, Graham now knew that he was expected. Graham entered, to be confronted straight away with the ‘Door’. Quickly taking his camera from under his robe, he took a photo of the ‘door’ and the wall carving, before returning the camera to his robe.

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It was midnight and SION were alone at the paws of the Sphinx, as they bravely ventured between the paws, which rose a good six feet above them on either side.

At 9:30 pm Graham met with Carol, Cleopatra, Mitch and David in the Siag Hotel restaurant. It was Carol’s Birthday, and to add to the celebration, Cleopatra had brought four pendants, made for the members of SION. They were Silver Cartouche with the respective God names in hieroglyphics. Cleopatra presented Graham with ‘SETH’ in gold hieroglyphics, and he in turn presented her with ‘ISIS’ also in gold. Mitch was to present Carol with ‘NEPHTHYS’ in silver, and put on his own ‘OSIRIS’ also in silver.

The party over, and each had already plans to fulfil. Mitch had arranged for himself to be alone between the paws of the Sphinx for the night. Cleopatra had planned to be alone in the temple SION had occupied the previous night. Before the party broke up, Graham led the way to the roof to view the pyramids at night, though a wedding taking up the top floor prevented them from this, so their plans were aborted. Graham said his good-night’s to Carol and David. Carol had slipped a note to Graham earlier, it was from Cheryl. Cleopatra had seized this and tore it up, saying Cheryl was not welcome at this party, Graham had salvaged the bits, and after piecing it together, read that Cheryl had wanted to speak to him.

Cleopatra and Mitch arrived at Graham’s room to leave their cases, as they would not now be returning to the Oasis. They talked on the days events, till their allotted time came, Graham saw them leave in a taxi. After a drink at the bar, and a couple of unsuccessful attempts to phone Cheryl at the Oasis, each time getting one of the hotel cleaners. Graham retired to his room. As he sat, a poem started to form in his mind, so picking up a pen and his note book, he started to write.

At the lion’s Secret Gate
Sion meet’s to change fate
Guided by the one’s that knew
To bring the light of day anew.

To initiates drawn by Eleven-Eleven
Who’s use of given keys times seven
That takes us to this point of time
And through so that this world will shine.

Guardian’s of the Gate of life
Elements surround the candles light
Waiting for the time to come
As tasks create the new Eden.

The Gate is open for those that know
Osiris’s seed starts to grow
In unending Love of Isis power
Protected by two united towers.

The wheels have turned to a new position
Releasing the knowledge for the mission
Here to set the whole world free
Helped by Fate’s selected unity.

Graham awoke at 4:00 am, the light still on, and clutching his notebook. Slipping into bed, Graham slept till 8:00. Then attended his first breakfast in the Siag Hotel, his usual ‘yoghurt and honey’. After attending to his affairs, he phoned the Oasis, this time getting straight through to Cleopatra. She beckoned that he should come straight over to the Oasis. So without further ado, a taxi was hailed, and the Oasis was reached in record time, with no unscheduled detours, though the driver tried.
It was 10:30 when Graham entered Cleopatra’s apartment. Mitch was in some state, from his nights activities, and was needing some counselling. This given, and some much needed healing, which as in the previous days healing knocked Mitch straight out. Graham and Cleopatra, adjourned to the Hotel’s coffee-bar to talk over the new events that had enfolded. Graham read out his poem of the early hours, and Cleopatra told that she had spent the night in the TouTou Bazaar, instead of the temple.
After checking to make sure Mitch was alright, Graham and Cleopatra got a taxi to the Karnak Bazaar, near the Mena House hotel, where his last trip to Egypt had started.
Cleopatra had some business to attend to, so Graham took the opportunity to have a good look around the Bazaar.
With the arrival at the bazaar of the coach bearing the Swamii and their party, fresh from a sight seeing tour of Cairo. This brought Graham, face to face with Cheryl. The moment was magic, as their eyes met, no words were spoken, or needed to be spoken. They fell together in an embrace, and time stood still. They were meant to meet, staring deeply into each others, blue-grey eyes. Their arms locked around each other, as they wandered around the bazaar.
This was the reuniting of members of a soul group, they felt a strong bond, a feeling to be together, but not for this life time. Though their friendship was now sealed for all time. Cheryl finally broke away from Graham, to do some shopping, so Graham joined Cleopatra, who was sitting with Carol, on the wall outside the bazaar. There was a lot to discuss, and Graham gave Carol a copy of his poem. At this point the Swami RaJa, came out of the bazaar looking flustered, and asking if anyone had seen Cheryl. Graham got up, and entering the bazaar, and led the swami straight across to Cheryl. The swami, looked at Graham in disbelief, saying he had searched the bazaar, from top to bottom, without finding her. And here Graham had been able to locate her, within seconds of entering the bazaar.
This was the first time that the swami had taken any real interest in Graham, what power had Graham been using? This did not trouble Graham, who rejoined Carol and Cleopatra outside.
The Swamii and party boarded their coach, Cheryl coming over to say her goodbyes to Graham, not knowing when they would meet again, if ever. The coach left on its way to the next destination. Cleopatra, had now finished her buying for the day, and a taxi was called for the trip to Sphinx Square. Cleopatra had some business at the TouTou bazaar, and while there, Mitch arrived. Emotions and the continuing story ever unfolding, left Mitch rather dazed. Mitch remained to settle the bill for the Sphinx visit, while Graham and Cleopatra, took the taxi back to the Oasis. Again food had been neglected, so it was first stop, the restaurant. As they tucked into the welcome meal, the Swamii and party arrived back at the hotel. Cheryl was overcome at seeing Graham again, so soon after their last parting. She joined him at the table, eager to tell him that they were on the way to David’s for a meditation, and that he and Cleopatra were welcome to join them. She then left them to their meal, which was soon finished.
Graham and Cleopatra found themselves at David’s door, number 1111. On entering they found Mitch, Carol and Cheryl were already there with David. David was giving a talk. After half an hour, Cleopatra and Graham decided to leave, as Cleopatra had her room to vacate. A taxi was then ordered, and at the reception, Graham again bumped into Cheryl, who was waiting for her night excursion to the pyramids with the swamii. There was time for a last goodbye, though Cheryl tried to persuade Graham to join them for the excursion, before Graham and Cleopatra were whisked across Giza, to the Siag hotel. Where after putting the cases in the room, and freshening up, they changed into their full flowing gallabiyas. Graham in all white, Cleopatra in Royal blue and gold.

It was time for Graham and Cleopatra, also to retire. This time to room 518, where after some last minute case packing, it was straight to bed. Cleopatra, snuggled close into Graham, for the remainder of the night.

Cleopatra and Graham arose at 7:15am, when after a shared shower, and last minute packing, there was time for some last minute photographs from the balcony, of the pyramids and each other. Breakfast was the next thing on the agenda. The cases checked out, and phone bill settled, there was time for one last coffee together.
The coach arrived all too soon, and Graham bade farewell to Cleopatra, and with a quick wave, they were apart. Graham saw a swish of the blue gallabiyas, as Cleopatra made her way back to the restaurant. The coach set off through the dusty streets and turmoil of Cairo, to the airport.
Before long the English party arrived on board the Egypt-Air connecting flight and on route to Luxor. Here the reunion with the rest of the English party, left here in Luxor, three hot days before, dragged on by a flight delay of five hours.
It was 7:15pm when the plane finally left Luxor. Graham sensed for the first time, that he had no remorse on leaving Egypt, this time. He felt as though something that had been within him always, had been lifted, taken away.
He settled back in his seat knowing he had played his part in destiny, and was ready for the adventure now opened up and to be played out.