I projected into a corridor. The sides and stone ceiling were cut rectangular blocks, but the floor is rough hewn and has dirt. It almost looked as if the dirt had been washed in from rains or from some sort of flooding. I’m reminded that right now we are in the midst of rain storms and heavy winds as a storm sits over the Hawaiian Islands. The walls in the left are much thinner and now they seem just as rough hewn as the floor. I can tell that there is some sort of sunlight, dirt, some planting and farming growing on. But there was several feet of rock between me and this outside.
I walk along the corridor and some of the blocks turn into shapes. Some seem like they’ve been carved out of the rock into solid shapes (like kneeling humans) and others look like are more superficial like decoration, as if they were added to the wall face as decoration.
I made a right hand turn into a dark corridor I can’t see down. As I walked I can hear my feet shuffling across dirty, puddled floors. These rocks are smaller and have been placed, of irregular shape. These are the more well worn paths for those more like servants than for the procession of the gods or those seeking to become.
As I’m walked down this corridor I could tell that there’s a wooden framework helping hold the ceiling up. I don’t know how I can see this. There’s a light source, but I couldn’t see the light itself. I believe it was somebody in front of me holding a torch guiding my way.
After some time, I noticed I was starting to pass people that were standing on the sides of the hallway. They’re in darkness, in silence, aware of my passing while making no motion to recognize it other than awareness. I make a left-hand turn and suddenly I’m greeted by a formal room. This is the gate. The gate’s road slopes downward. I’ve come through one of those servant tunnels instead of the main entrance. As soon as I stepped onto the main path, which has ornate brick on the sides of it lining the sides, I’m immediately aware that it didn’t matter that I took this path. I could still walk through the gate. I’m aware of the behind me I have bypassed some sort of arch. I don’t know why it’s not the gate. I don’t know why it was bypassed. It’s like an entrance arch to the chamber with the gate.
I’m walking down this path and this would be considered a street. The torches are now standing torches almost like there’s a torch on the spear. They’re formal torches for formal procession. And while there are Spirits behind me I’m the only person in this procession. The others are watching, observing, bearing witness, and some seem to be there for protective reasons – just in case. I don’t understand why there doesn’t seem to be any danger.
As I walked I could see that the street continues on, but the gate is actually to the right. I turned to the right to follow this right turn.
The gate itself almost looks to be in the shape of a mouth of a snake almost like I’ll be walking down the mouth of a serpent. I didn’t see any sort of gate or door mechanism. The lights stop just before you can step up onto the mouth. There are no steps, it’s a stone walkway and it’s gradual enough that you can walk into it.
I walked down into the throat of the serpent. I don’t see anything but darkness. I keep walking for a while and I’m aware that either Anubis or one like (acting in place of) Anubis is following behind me. I can’t really see, but I can tell that the path is turning. Only gradual turns, serpentine turns, not angled turns. Just before I get to the chute that I would consider to be the start of the stomach, I feel a hand upon my left arm, turning me to an entrance to the left I would not have seen. Then I was brought back.
After I return, Anubis wanted to talk and asked what I had learned from this scenario.
Other paths were probably more important for my own particular path. Aspects of walking the Servant’s Path, the dirt, the mud puddles… They can still lead to the same place, even if they don’t have the same grandeur.
I was then also reminded of when my arm was grabbed. Gently, but firmly, I was led down the other path. That, too, is important and a reminder that there are other ways to get to the same places. But I had to be willing to listen and follow the guidance. Those were the two most important pieces of the scenario and probably why the entities and some of the more ornate features I typically see at the Gates were missing or subdued.
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