The HermAphroditic ChAOrder of the SILVER DUSK Presents...


The GLOBAL VISSUDHA (Throat) CHAKRA WORKING

Great Pyramid, Giza, and Saqqara,
Nov (Samhain) full moon 2006





{Photo and animation by Orryelle}


PART II - GIZA


Although we knew we had a lot to fit into the dayand night ahead of us, when we rose on the morning ofSaturday the 4th of November we were also aware thatfocusing our energies before setting off for our epicGiza expedition was essential. So we began with someyoga, group chanting and breathwork, then after alight breakfast set out...

This initial unification proved to be vital for thechaotic commercialism of tourist-oriented Giza wasindeed unsettling after our more secluded preparationperiod at Abu Sir village and its quieter surroundingsacred sites.




{Photo by Tor}

Arriving after some delay into the Giza areamid-morning, we proceeded with our plan to visit theSphinx and other sites there before the Great Pyramidof Cheops. We were bombarded with people trying tosell us everything from camel-rides to bottled waterand cola but Nasser helped us sidestep all this byproviding a trustworthy guide he knew to usher usstraight into our journey from the ticket office.



{Photo by Tor}

Our first stop was the Tomb of the Architect of the Great Pyramid, where we chanted, 'Ptah Sokar' to the God of Architects, Who is also a creator via the Word.

From there we entered the Queen's Pyramid, a smallpyramid beside The Great Pyramid. The tomb within was quite deepdown inside and the heat of the desert day had alreadyhit us enough for appreciation of its shady depthsafter the steep descent. As our guide -a man from AbuSir village whom Nasser had organized to just tell usthe basics about each site then leave us to ourmeditations in each- had the guard turn out the lightsfor us (small baksheesh from the group given for thisfavour) and we spent about 20 mins in there alone, agreat start to our day at the site, which later becamea lot more hectic.


{Photo (left) by Tor}

After chanting, 'Sa Sekhem Sahu' for a while, wetogether all performed some of the Egyptian Asanassome of us had been devising and sharing with the restof the group.


Yoka's seemed eminent in that this wasthe Pyramid of the Mother of the pharoah Cheops, so wewere all rotating our hips in the dark in the asanicsequence she had received from an Isis figurine withchild Horus at breast in the Saqqara Museum

{Right- Photo by Giselle}

. Thisloosened up our spines for the charge to come.

I suggested also the Bes-Kali Mantra-Asana as the dwarf-God Bes presidesover child-birth. Yoka had informed the circle a fewdays earlier that she is pregnant.

Sticking out our tongues in this outspread stancesent us into a primal gnosis from which to emerge backinto the stark sun.

There we were presented withcamels and horses to ride to the other pyramids andtombs in the area before returning to enter the GreatPyramid.





{Photos by Orryelle}



This was fun: What a colourful troupe we made ridingacross the sands in our magickal array on decoratedcamels and horses, bells jangling, galibayas (Egyptianrobes) and other magickal garments blowing in thewind, Alex bearing his skull-topped staff enwrapped invarious talismans.





Video stills from footage by Tor

Giza by Camel

Above: Video clip of us trekking around Giza on camels and horses.
Footage by Tor, edited by Orryelle, with music by Orryelle (violin & vocals), Shiko (female vocals) and Amordios (percussion).


Performing pranayamas to maintain and deepen thegnosis, I found Bastrika (firebreath) to fit well with the staccatorhythmn of the camel hump bumping up and down beneathme. But I would lose track of my breath periodicallyin my marvelling at the sheer majesty of oursurroundings: low walls of ancient stone mastabas andtemple ruins crumbling back into desert sands, theother pyramids looming up on the bright blue horizonwith the impressive grandeur of their ancientmonumentalism. Wind-worn and sandblasted, they are soat one with the desert, looking as if they have justbeen there for ever despite their strange symmetries.



{Video stills from footage by Tor}

It is only now, writing this report a moonth or solater- that I am reading about the mind-bogglingprecision of all their angles and alignments, but thefeeling then on a raw experiental level was that theseare indeed edifices of great power executed with anexactitude of will and purpose.


Our colourful cavalcade stopped at a small tomb (Ican't recall the name of it) behind one of the two otherlarge pyramids a short way from the Great Pyramid, ashady enclosure of rough-hewn stone blocks where weonce again took respite from the bright heat to lookwithin.



Kheperi Asana


{Photo (left) by Tor}

Video (right): 11 initiates performing Giselle's 'Kheperi Asana' (Scarab posture) in a tomb at Giza, then embalming fiance (ceramic) scarab beetles symbolizing our own transformational 'Becoming'...

Footage by Tor, edited by Orryelle, with music by Orryelle (violin & vocals), Shiko (female vocals) and Amordios (percussion).



Here we embalmed our Scarabee Shawabtis. Giselle andI had wanted to include in the Vissudha rituals someaspects of the Em'balming rites we have been developingover the last year or so,especially as in recent treatments the process hasaided recipients in finding their Word of Power.
However it was too large a group for us to perform thewhole 3-hour ceremony on each participant in theVissudha working given our limited timeframe. Althoughwe did include aspects physically later that night,most of this work had to be taken to a more symboliclevel.

So in this tomb we each embalmed a shawabti(magickal figurine) representing ourselves. For thiswe had obtained palm-size fiance (a kind of blueceramic) scarab beetles, which were traditionallyplaced over the heart of the embalmed. In this casehowever we embalmed only the scarab shawabtisthemselves, with intent focused on our own incubationand restoration. Chanting Sa Sekhem Sahu together, weeach lovingly daubed these talismans of our Becomingwith oil and salt and carefully wrapped them in cottonmuslin.
They were then held over the heart as weassumed the KheperAsana Giselle had devised and sharedin previous days:
From a kneeling position one foldsover into a position similar to the Hindu yogic 'childpose', but with the folded elbows extended out to thesides instead, hands (in this case holding enwrappedscarabs) clasped over the chest. The arms are thenmoved like the wings of the scarab in its process ofBecoming (what Kheper- the Scarabee God of theMidnight Sun- represents), first slowly then morerapidly in reflection of the internal transformationsbeing meditated upon. This was a part of our processof discovery of our Word of Power, as we beganmentally distilling our truth and purpose. Physicallyand energetically, the posture facilitates thisprocess via the stretching of the muscles around theheart chakra area.
Collectively the immediate effect was fascinating, asin the dimly-lit stone tomb we each began from foldedstillness flapping our 'wings', elbows beatingsporadically against the sand. This picked up tempointo a staccato crescendo, as one by one we unfoldedour arms into full winged arcs while returning tokneeling positions.

As if on cue our guide hesitantly stepped back intothe shadows from the tomb's gateway to urge us tohurry on. We rose mummy-like in our increasing tranceand followed him out into the blasting heat of the dayonce more.
From there it was back by horse and camel through thedesert sands to the Great Pyramid itself, Nasserhaving obtained afternoon tickets therein for us allin the meantime.


{Photo by Tor}

The huge structure loomed up before us and wedismounted from horses and camels to approach it fromour even more diminutive stature on foot.
Although the morning sessions are much busier, therewas still a small queue mid-afternoon waiting to getin, straggling along the narrow path going up from thepyramid's base, to the entrance-way midst great stoneblocks about thirty feet up. We joined the end of theline and when we arrived at the entrance-way ratherthan going straight up to the ticket-checking guardsand in, I laid out an altar-cloth on a stone ledgejust before the doorway and placed upon it my goldentool-box for the Opening of the Mouth ceremony.


{Photo by Orryelle}

From this for each of our party I procured first stonefinger, then Kesh-Peshesh, then Setep magickal tool toprogressively open their mouths with application andaccompanying mantras and explanations. Gisellefollowed up on the process with aromatic oils for themto inhale deeply before moving on and through thegateway. Maintaining as much of a focused slow ritualstate as possible amidst the frenetic energy of thistourist mecca, the vital ceremony took considerabletime to perform upon the ten of us, including littleFox in Yoka's arms and finally upon myself.
Fortunately we seemed to be almost the last entrantsof the day and only a few other visitors had to beushered past us to go in ahead rather than wait.People seemed very intrigued by our activity includinga few dozen Egyptians watching curiously from below.
The guards just ahead of us looked sidelongsuspiciously and almost approached us but didn't seemquite sure how to apprehend our focused energy andseemed to have their hands full with entrants anyway. After having their mouths ritually opened, several ofus delayed entry for a while to wait for the rest ofus and stay together, but the guards were aggressivelyinsistent (probably trying to scatter our obviousunity, unsure as to what we were going to try to dowithin) and by the time Giselle and I went in mostwere well ahead of us. The guards told us to 'keepmoving', asserting rather over-aggressively, 'Tenminutes only'.



{Photo by Tor}

Stooping as necessary, breathing deep, we ascendedthe long dark narrow shaft up to the King's Chamber insombre silence, with a strange mixture of ecstasy andapprehension at finally entering -amidst the chaoticand aggressive energy of those admininistrating modernGiza- this ancient portal with our unified purpose. Itwas during this dark passage that I really began tofeel the presence of others beyond out physical group.
There were a few flashes of other specific knownindividuals tuning in, but more generally a feeling ofcollective presence, of powers beyond our group beingwith us- and it was hard to discern how much of thisenergy was coming from incarnate mystics andmagickians worldwide performing rituals synchronizedwith our own, focused on Giza that day, and how muchfrom the Ancient Ones Themselves- but we were notalone.

This feeling grew as I eventually -after ten minutesor so of slow stooped ascent- entered the King'sChamber- the last of us to trail into the room. Whatgreeted me there was thus something of a shock, thoughone that startled and disrupted my intent for only amoment:

There was a guard in there yelling atseveral of us, his intensively aggressive voiceechoing through the resonant chamber with exaggeratedforce: 'No praying!'... 'Get up off the floor!'...Apparently anything anyone was doing, even passivesitting, was antagonizing him- unlike more casualguards at less popular sites, he was obviously trainedto nip any potential ritual activity in the bud andwas perhaps unsettled by all of us being theretogether. Tor responded that he was tired and justwanted to sit for a minute, what was the problem withthat?- which only made the guard even more worked up.

It was only afterwards that I found out Tor as thefirst arrival from our group had jumped straight intothe black basalt sarcophagus at the end of the room,and the guard had been startled to find him there.Tor, having just begun to slip into an incubationaltrance lying therein, was equally startled by theguard's shouted response and jumped up like a mummyawoken too suddenly from a few millenia's slumber,startling the guard even more who screamed irately forhim to get out. Tor consented but the aggressioncontinued with barked commands to others to keepmoving, get up, no praying etc. By the time I gotthere he was furious, while most of our group werestanding, sitting or attempting to reason with him.
He was not even susceptible to baksheesh (rare indeed inEgypt!), obviously well-trained and afraid ofrepercussions from his superiors.

Entering to experience only the last of this tiradeand not having to wait for others to arrive, I wasable to ignore him and proceed with our intention. Iwas in trance and he seemed only a minor annoyance,because by this stage I felt like this is what we aredoing, nothing will stop us. I moved to the centre ofthe room in silence and stretched out my arms toeither side, beckoning with my eyes and energy for theothers to join me. One by one they moved in to linkhands and form a standing circle together in themiddle of the King's Chamber. The guard came over andshouted at us even more, but the central position hetook ceased to be intimidating as we joined hands andbegan to form a circle around him. Not wanting to bethus surrounded, he backed towards the edge of thecircle, still shouting with his voice booming throughthe chamber, but now with receding confidence in theface of our now completely silent and focused intent.
Alex reached out a hand to him as he backed to theforming circles' periphery, offering for him to joinus. Of course he declined but was shaken by ouracceptance, obviously more trained to deal withresistance. His outbursts began to falter as hestepped back and we completed our circle, allbreathing deeply together.

With his staggered shouting receding into thebackground now we took about 5 long deep breathstogether, in then out, and began to chant the tone ofthe base chakra. As the sound grew and resonatedthrough the incredible acoustics of the chamber (sopowerful that I wonder if such vocalizations were partof the intended purpose of such structures) hisnow-desperate ranting was drowned out by theharmonious vibrations. We felt his energy shift, thefutility of his agression in the face of our unifiedpurpose sinking in. This was a peak moment for us all,a triumph of the human spirit and the power of unifiedintent over aggressive authority and institutions ofcontrol. This is what we had been preparing for withour daily work, and now its effect was obvious.

The guard ebbed into surrendered silence as weshifted to the melifluous lunar 'Oooo' navel chakratone, then again he shrieked as we shifted to thesolar plexus tone of Will, which is considerablylouder, but he hardly existed for us now. We were inan ocean of bliss, awash in pure sound and vibrationas we shifted up to the Anahata chakra tone with fullpower and open hearts. The guard fell silent again andwe felt his aggression drop before the strength of ourharmony.
Most of us later expressed to each other how we heardand felt the many voices chanting along with us atthis point, of others tuning in and chanting aroundthe world. When we reached the Throat Chakra toneitself, the volume and power of its open-mouthed'Eeeee...' resonance again set the guard off, but hisnow high-pitched cries were barely audible, and soonceased.

This was the Vissudha Chakra wide open: unsupressed,unstoppable. We carry forth the voices of the AncientOnes and we shall not be silenced!

We knew reinforcements were probably on the way butcontinued this primary Vissudha tone for as long aspossible, wave upon wave of it resonating throughoutthe pyramid and beyond until we felt to finally shifton up to the third eye's more inward 'mmmmm' hummmingvibration, then the wyrd harmonics of thetongue-turned- back 'nnng' of the Bindu chakra in theback of the head. The subtleties of this then blastedup into our crowns, voices and spirits exultant in theecstatic high 'Ohhh' tone of the Sahasrara. We wereopen to and at one with the Universe, even the guard'slast futile and wavering barks now just a speck inthis all-pervasive bliss.
Grounding back to the low base chakra tone, we thenpaused for a few moments' silence, released eachothers' hands and turned to leave, our work therecomplete.

The guard's energy had shifted palpably. Probablypartly out of relief that we had finally stopped-before other authorities came, but also genuinelyeffected by what we had done, he actually shook ourhands as we each left!

Slowly and serenely we walked back down the narrowdark corridor in single file, but now we beganspontaneously to chant again: 'Sa Sekhem Sahu' and thepowerful mantra -which seemed to belong there-resonated down the passageway and out into the World.Though in a line rather than a circle, our unificationby this stage was invincible, and the guard at theback, who Giselle at the rear was aware of, simplygave up.
It was only later that Tristram told me that theenergetic healing art of Sekhem- which employs thismantra extensively- was chanelled by someone afterthey hid in and meditated in the King's Chamber of theGreat Pyramid a few decades ago, based upon theenergies they felt there!


When we emerged out into the day there was a palpablechange in the atmosphere. The light was of coursestill strong in contrast to the dark interior, butrather than more intense heat as we had experiencedalso *within* the sweaty confines of the pyramid,there was now a cool breeze blowing, and the sky wasscudded with grey clouds, something quite rare inEgypt. The breeze was invigorating, increasing thesense of rebirth and renewal as we emerged one by oneinto the daylight. Stretching my arms and torso up tothe heavens in gratitude, Giselle and I performingvarious Egyptian asanas on the ridge beside thedoorway from the shaft, the strangeness of the scenebelow only gradually dawned on me: There was a hugethrong (over fifty?) of Egyptian people, mostlyteenage girls in their shawls and headscarves,clustered there in an excited burble of acclaimingvoices, some looking up at Giselle and I, othersmobbing the others below for autographs, like somearchetypal rock-star scene with an eastern twist.Since pretty much all of modern Arabic society inEgypt is devoutly Muslim, appreciation of pharoanicculture is only permitted in terms of historicalcuriosity, but there was something strange going onhere -something like a subconscious culturalrenaissance. They sensed the energy and power of whatwe were doing, and could do naught but show it!


We could not linger long there as we had little timenow to reach the Sphinx before the whole Giza areaclosed for the day. Walking swiftly over the desertsands, we headed straight for that other ancientenigma of the area.



Giselle and I were the last to follow the procession,and our hearts were afire with apprehension. Each ofus has had an intense journey with the Sphinx,individually then together recently when we travelledthrough Greece on the way to Egypt.
At Delphi thewinged stone Sphinga (Greek name of the Sphinx) ofNaxos (in the museum) affected us deeply, so nowapproaching the original (at least in terms ofincarnation in stone) source of this mythical creaturewas a sacred moment.
Hrumachis -the Lord of the DoubleHorizon represented in The Book of Coming Forth by Dayhieroglyphically by the Sphinx- has transmittedinformation to me which formed the first two chaptersof The Book of Going Back by Night years before I came to Egypt, and now I felt sure that moreof this work would come through here, facilitated by thisworking in the actual land of these Ancient Gods. Soof course visiting the Great Sphinx Itself was a majoraspect of this process. Recently I have read how theGreat Sphinx's gaze is aligned with due east at thetwo equinoxes of the year, one each ofwhich Giselleand I were born upon.



{Photos (left and above) by Marc'Aurelio}

So hardly surprising given all this that when I sawGiselle freeze in her tracks ahead of me, then took afew more steps to also myself first glimpse themonumental One's great head looming up in all itselegant mystery upon the Horizon, my heart leapt andone tear formed in my eye. At almost exactly the sametime I felt a single drop of rain fall upon my handfrom the dark clouds above. Giselle later relayedhaving had precisely the same experience. Only weeksafterwards when I learned that there are usually onlya few drops of rain just a few times *each year* inEgypt (the Nile being the land's primary source ofsustenance), that I really realized just how blessedwe all were by this precipitation that our ritual hadperhaps helped precipitate. ..



Breathing deep, we made our way down to the GreatSphinx, and around to the other side of Hir (for thegender of this ancient enigma seemed as ambiguous asany other of its qualities). Of course the sheer scaleof the mighty human-beast is impressive whenexperienced in person, but there is far more: someineffable mystery and sublime beauty one cannot quitepinpoint.



{Photo (right) by Giselle; Left: Animation by O from photos by Marc'Aurelio}


The jostling crowd of noisysnapshot-snapping tourists around us and again theover-authoritative guards faded into the background aswe knelt before Hir silent majesty.


Somehow in thissense of overwhelming awe I remembered to make myprayers for self and humanity and remind the others ofour pre-meditated intent to do this there, despite theirreverent ruckus around us.


'Sshhessshhep- Ankh' Ichanted repeatedly before the great 'Living Image'whose most ancient name known means this. Only now Ifind this was an abbreviation of 'Sheshep Ankh Atum',the 'Living Image of Atum' -affirming the associationbetween the original creator God/dess of the AncientEgyptian pantheon, Atum, with Hrumachis as the Sphinx,that forms the basis of The Book of Going Back byNight.



{Photo (above) by Marc'Aurelio}

It was difficult to leave the Sphinx only 20 mins orso after our first meeting, and our departure wasgradual despite guards blowing whistles shrilly in ourears even as we slowly rose to amble out in ourtrance.




{Photo (right) by Tor}

Somehow this trance was diverted into a Perfume Shopjust outside the gates of the Giza site complex as itclosed. We were kind of stunned from our deep day andits intense energies, and through some strange lateralcommunication between our departing guide and hisassociates we were ushered like zombies into a largeand decorous shop full of shelves lined with beautifullittle fine blown-glass bottles of aromatic essences,seated and offered cups of tea and coffee.
It seemed a welcome rest and break at first, and because Nasserwas back with us and seemed relaxed we wereunsuspecting until the owner began his extensive spielof welcoming us and appreciating our work which soonapparently turned into the usual sales-pitch we hadmanaged to successfully avoid for the rest of the day.
Several of us snapped into realization at this pointand went outside, where we conferred that this was abit off the path of our day's plan. I went back in andsuggested to the others that we should leave as westill had a whole evening's further ritual ahead of usto really earth the work; but Giselle was by then inthe midst of sampling seven aromatic oils for theseven chakras, and asserted that we were actuallythere for a reason as she had wanted for a while toobtain such essences for our Em'balming work.
While thesalesman who insisted on his pharoanic descent (largehands as demonstration?) seemed dubious with hismummified hawk ('This is the original Horus'!), thestrange side-visit did indeed turn out to besynchronous in that the perfumes she obtained wereused that very night to help facilitate the finding ofour Words of Power.

Those who felt comfortable in the shop remained whileothers who needed to went off in what became aconvoluted search for an ATM that worked (funds havingbeen sucked dry by the Giza tourist complex with itsmultiple entrance fees, camel rides and all), and theraised energy of the day's working seemed to becomescattered and dispersed by such banal practicalities.


However it became apparent when we returned toNasser's and ate together that a break from thetrance-stream was actually much needed for us to restand recuperate in a more casual atmosphere. For whenwe re-grouped after dinner, our unified power returnedwith even greater intensity, as we went deeper intoour processes. Our ritual work at Giza had opened usup, now it was a matter of using these channels torecieve more information- from the Ancient Neters ofthis land and our own deep minds, and to refine allthis into communicable essences...

ON to PART III- ABU SIR PYRAMID -Samhain Full Moon Night Rites


The VISION behind the GLOBAL CHAKRA WORKINGS

Chanting the Chakra Tones