How the Temples of Egypt Changed Me

There’s no easy way to summarize a journey like this. Egypt cracked me open in ways I didn’t even know I was ready for.

I went in feeling really good—whole, healed, open. I’ve done a lot of inner work. My heart has been softened, my feminine deeply reclaimed, and I was genuinely excited to see what would unfold. I wasn’t searching for anything, I just knew I was meant to be there.

What I didn’t expect was how clearly this trip would be about healing my masculine energy.

If you’ve followed me for a while, you know I’ve lived deeply in my feminine—soft, intuitive, surrendered. And I’ve longed to feel a deeper, stronger, more embodied masculine presence within myself. Not from the outside, from within. The kind that feels like strength, safety, stability. And that’s exactly what Egypt gave me.

From the temples, the land, the lineage, to the oil that chose me - Thoth, (Horus and Osiris all in one) it was like the masculine frequencies were saying, you’re ready now. And I was.

The healing started almost immediately. In an impromptu Blue Lotus ceremony, I felt the energy of Thoth move through the right side of my body. I didn’t know who Thoth was at the time but I felt him. Playful, powerful, dancing through my hand like a peacock trying to impress my feminine.

There was this moment where my feminine finally said, fine, and came out to dance. The two danced together and merged and it just clicked within me that when you are truly connected with your masculine and feminine, you not only are creating, but you are speaking truth. You are speaking from your heart.

It was beautiful, and it was only the beginning, because the next day I visited Isis.

She’s been coming to me for two years—first through ceremony, then in dreams, in meditation, in daily devotion. I sat with her for 30 days last year. I’ve been studying with her, receiving from her, being shaped by her, and now I was at her temple.

We arrived before dawn and were encouraged to explore the temple on our own. I wandered a bit, then was guided outside to lay down beneath the stars. I stretched out on the stone and looked up and then I felt her.

She rubbed my face gently and whispered, “Welcome, sweet child.”
Again and again.
Each time, I cried a little harder.
Tears of unworthiness. Tears of awe.
And she was so patient and gentle with me.

She asked me what was still holding me back. And without thinking, I said, money.

I couldn’t believe it. I’ve done so much work around lack. But here it was again.

“How can you rise,” she asked, “when you are still holding on to so much lack?”

She began to move the energy through my left arm—my receiving side. Gently. Lovingly. She pulled it out. Cleared it. And then she filled me with joy, love, abundance.

Afterward, she asked me to walk—three times—down a long corridor of columns. I walked like a queen. Each step more powerful than the last. And I felt it. Something had shifted.

I went inside and there was this little window in the ceiling shining a light into the middle of the room, like it's like a spotlight.

I sat in the spotlight, and it felt so beautiful, and then all of a sudden, I was guided to lay down and start breathing and allow my breath and my body to become one with each other. As I’m stretching and moving my hands and stretching my toes, I felt that I had a guide at my toes and a guide at my fingertips and that they were stretching my extremities. It was intense. My body shook. I was crying. I was being expanded, literally and energetically.

“Your capacity is being stretched,” I heard. “One more. Breathe.”

And I did.

It hurt. But I let go. I breathed. I surrendered.

And everything opened.

That stretch changed me.

From there, we began sailing the Nile. Temple after temple. Frequency after frequency.

At Kom Ombo, I felt the dance of masculine and feminine—twisting like braids. My hair was braided, too—two French braids, like the mirrored energies of Shakti and Shiva weaving up my spine. And my body naturally moved through the masculine side of the temple, into the feminine, back and forth, like kundalini itself.

At Edfu—the Horus Temple—it was all masculine. Massive columns, towering walls. Solar light codes poured through window after window. I went to every single one, let the light touch my face, let it soak in. It felt like I was being initiated.

And then, Sekhmet. Fierce. Intense. Black stone.

She looked like an alien until I stood in front of her—and then I saw the lion. Her eyes pierced into mine. She saw all of me. And I let her.

Then came Hathor—joyful, playful, soft. We went to her temple in Dendera and entered the secret Isis Temple hidden inside. No photos allowed. Just us, our bodies and our breath.

We also entered rooms with etched portal doors and light streaming in. I stood in each one. Let the sun touch me. Let the activation move through.

It was temple after temple. Activation after activation. Each one layered, building upon the last. Until it was time for the final one.

The Great Pyramid.

On 5/5, at 5:55 AM, we entered the King’s Chamber. One by one, we lay in the sarcophagus while the others chanted and toned all around us. When it was my turn, I stretched out—fingertips to toes—just like I had in Isis’ temple.

And I said aloud:

“I reclaim all parts of me.
All parts of me are whole now.”

And I meant it.

We went down into the Queen’s Chamber after that. And the second I stepped into the room, I felt it. The hug. The warmth. The knowing.

“You are a queen,” I heard. And I knew it was true.

Everything sealed.

The entire trip, all the initiations, all the tears, all the dances of masculine and feminine—sealed into my body.

I returned from Egypt whole.

Not perfect.
Not finished.
But whole.

Held by my own masculine.
Alive in my feminine.
Clear in my devotion.
Stronger than ever.

And now—I get to lead from this place. From this fullness. With these codes.

I’ll be going back. I already know it. And I’ll be taking women with me.

Because this isn’t just a trip.

It’s a remembering.
A reclamation.
A return to all that we are.