Akhenaten’s legacy by Daniel Meurois
One of the most important books of Daniel Meurois’s work
Home of the Radiant Sun, Egyptian Memories from the Age of Akhenaten is now available.
This book, I wrote, stands apart from previous works, drawing not on archaeology but instead on visions recorded in the Akashic Records, the Book of Time.
Readers enter a vivid historical fresco, where extraordinary destinies intersect, revealing passionate beings in their boundless quest for the Divine.
Set in Egypt, 3,500 years ago, the book explores timeless human concerns: identity, love, happiness, and the Infinite Life we often long for.
And now an excerpt of the book:
With this, the priest energetically dismissed the two guards, took a torch in his hand, and asked me to drink the contents of the cup in one gulp.
“It’s his will,” he added simply in a low voice. “Drink and lie down in this boat.”
“This boat?”
“Yes, my son, this boat. Your destiny is to sail, just as the Pharaoh wants it.”
These words fell on me like a sentence. I could only take refuge in the depths of my confidence while wondering how stupid I was that I hadn’t immediately understood who I was facing. I drank the beverage with a terribly bitter taste and lay down wordlessly in the ground hole. After a few moments, my lungs seemed to be on fire as my limbs froze and stiffened. However, still holding his torch in his hand, the priest sang at an unusual rhythm. Strangely, no anxiety worried me. Was it the drink that anesthetized me like this? I could not say. At least it did not take my consciousness away, for I soon found myself in a state of lucidity hitherto unknown to me.
Suddenly, the priest ceased his chanting and threw some powder at me. I heard footsteps in the hallway and understood that it was the guards, and one of them had come to put the paving stone over me. I was going to be buried alive in an underground hall of the palace!I did not even have time to react and revolt. The dull sound of the stone being laid on my tomb came crashing down on my whole being. A nameless panic took root in me, not because of the sticky darkness in which I was brutally plunged, or because of the slab of stone, but because I felt suddenly unable to make the slightest move. My limbs were paralyzed, rigid, and icy like marble, and that instilled in me an unbearable taste of death. Maybe I screamed? I didn’t know anymore. I only remember that my breathing, at first panting, quickly became almost nonexistent to finally, totally suspended. My chest had frozen, plunging me further into inner darkness. I admit I experienced a moment of sheer terror. Nothing made any sense, especially not what I had learned or what I thought I knew, all of which was about as important as the foam of the sea.
Everything in me was dying, and it was so much more terrible because I didn’t even have the possibility of raising my fist to sound my revolt and discomfort. Everything was dying except my consciousness. What would I not have given to have it asleep! But on the contrary, my consciousness grew, swelled, expanded endlessly, as if to further ease my terror. The perception of my body had definitively run away, and I was reduced to a soul afraid of itself, a soul I did not know at all. Yes, that was it, I realized with panic that I did not know anything about me. I knew absolutely nothing about this “I” who thought, spoke, suffered and loved. Love. What did it mean exactly, by the way? Pharaoh was right!
Nevertheless, deep within my chaos, I gradually became aware of how my reflections were organized and how my thoughts were still truly in my mind. My body was no longer a prison. They existed without it, they dilated, and seemed to want to say to me: “But look, we are you, you are nothing but us, tinted by all the beauties of the world to make you a beauty of the world.”
A wave of peace washed over me, warm and enveloping, and populated my nothingness. I was good. I felt myself growing wings. It seemed to me that the darkness meant nothing, and I could penetrate her, make her reveal her concealed clarity. How long did it take? It does not matter when you navigate within yourself. I only knew that a lightning glow finally leaped into my soul and took me from my tomb.
I was above the Nile, floating in the azure as the falcon flies. I looked around at the sails of the boats moved by the wind, the nets that were thrown into the water, the flight of ducks, the caravans of camels, and the small markets that were organized on the banks of the river. There was no sound. I was alone with my thoughts forever. But I was not a hawk. No, I was an ibis! I did not know how I knew it, but I knew it. It was inscribed in me: I perceived from within the beating of my wings, and it was good. In an endless flight, I saw myself flying up the god Nile River and his silver glitter. I saw long strips of sand stretching and swelling to form dunes, I saw small shrines rising from the ground and cows grazing around. Finally, I entered a temple in the desert, unless it was in Heaven? It was an immense building in the middle of nowhere, and its columns were the color of porphyry and turquoise.
I felt the flapping of my wings taking me up to its center, in the heart of Naos (The holiest of the Egyptian temples, “the sacred boat.”), which was wide open. I stood there, facing an immense being, dazzling like a white sun. How to say … would you ever believe me? It was the god Thoth himself, the man with the head of ibis, the Divine messenger, master of all medicines!
© Daniel Meurois