△ IMRAMA △ Monastery (Deir) of Shelout
A photo extract from my diary from my incredible trip through the sacred sites of ancient Egypt. Thank you to my guides.
Like the best journeys that our soul leads us on, we hadn’t planned to come here. I am so deeply glad we did. Our local guide led us to this humble temple in the middle of the desert. Out in the open for all to see but easily overlooked by those who did not know what they were looking for. I’ve found many of the most sacred places are like this. As if they are guarded by their simplicity. Like many of the Black Madonna chapels I have visited. A place of alchemy.
It is believed that many of the Black Madonnas scattered across Europe are symbols of Great Mother Isis herself. Many believe that Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene were part of this order of priestesses. The energy was subtle yet palpable. From the moment we approached I felt my body exhale in the familiar relief of arriving after journeying so long.
After praying to the Great Mother Isis together as a group, Danielle Noel and I were led along in the dark. My heart beat along with the bright pulse of devotion that was held in each stone brick that made up each hidden chamber. It felt like an ancient soul home that many women of devotion had gathered in from lands far away. Each answering a soul whisper to meet in a prearranged moment in time, led solely by the map etched in the chambers of their hearts. A meeting place. A safe haven. A place to drink deep from the sweet waters of the Mother. And to get intoxicated by the heights of spirit. A place where souls were recognised. A place like that can only be seen by the heart, felt for thousands of years and worth a million steps.