Travel Diary, Ethiopia, Day 4,
Monday 17th October 2016:
Our last day in Ethiopia.
Since we arrived, we’ve see a lot of people walking along the road over very long distances; people of all ages…Elder men, on the whole, use a walking stick but instead of leaning on it they carry it! They place it horizontally behind their shoulders and block their elbows behind it to hold themselves very straight. The walking stick is therefore not something that pulls them down but that helps them grow taller.
Our last day was grandiose.
We started by the obelisks in Axum that are also the tombs of the royal family. That’s also where the largest obelisk ever erected is found. Weighing more than 600 tones and measuring 33 metres in height it fell shortly after it was put in place. This fall transformed the way burials were done.
All of these obelisks are sculpted absolutely symmetrically and have been moved over 500 km to reach this spot in the centre of Axum. The legend here says that its thanks to spiritual technologies that this was made possible.
We go down into the funerary chambers and we find ourselves alone under ground. Peter and I feel that there are keys waiting for us. We meditate and learn that these keys are particularly important for our journey in Ecuador but also for our whole lives ahead.
We go back up to the surface and head towards another tombstone. The one that was erected after the fall of the first big obelisk. There’s only one thing at the surface: the door. The exact one that we had seen previously. It’s the tomb of the ‘false door’. Besides it, a dog is resting with an incredibly calm energy.
We descend into the first room along a staircase that shows the spiritual technologies used by those who built this site. At the bottom, we find the sarcophagus. It’s a stone, a long, flat monolith of the size of a tombstone. And we discover the unimaginable. No scientist can explain what we were about to see. If you hit a rock against this stone, it resonates as if the monolith was hollow and mixed with a thin coat of metal. The use of spiritual technology is obvious. We go back up to the surface and head towards the treasure room. Alone, the 5 of us climb down a ladder built in earth under ground. The 5 of us go into meditation and recreate the experience we saw last night in meditation.
Filled with gratitude for the gifts and guidance we received in our meditation under ground we go back up and head to the museum where we discover a painting of the 9 monks. Ara Garwi is going to get hold of a copy for us as well as the model of the temple that secured the last mausoleum. Its façade shows that there are 11 pillars that support all the religions and the truth offered by God for men. As we already found out the commandments are not complete. Not only are they not understood or respected but on top of that the commandment about nature, the 11th one, is missing.
Suddenly a group of youth come towards us to sell us what they have. Stones they have found but also crosses and books. One of them is called, in Ethiopian, ‘Light’ and we learn to say no even if everything is pretty, as its not for us.
We hit the road again to go to the last mausoleum that’s placed on top of a green mountain. On route we see the first source of water with naked men around it washing themselves and their outfits. They are waiting in the sun for their outfits to dry.
When we get to the top of the mountain we discover a magnificent plateau looking out onto one of the rolling valleys. Herds are grazing as children watch over them. It’s here that the interview with Ara Garwi as representative of Master Gabra Wahid, will take place. We are after all going into the palace of the first king that received the nine monks. We go down into the tombstone and a new surprise awaits us:
When we resurface, with great surprise we see Light, he ran the whole way to meet us. The theme of perseverance as well as the power of actions when you have faith is recurrent during this trip. The interview is complex: under the beaming sun, with the animals making incessant noises and the wind carrying the news of the success of the discovery of the Master. Besides, Ara Garwi is a man of integrity who wants to be sure that everything he says is right. Time seems endless but finally we end in the worst of moods and run to catch our plan that we barely catch as, ‘by chance’ it was delayed.
In the plane we discover that in Africa it’s totally authorised to make phone calls in the air.
We land in Adis Ababa and we have two hours before the next flight. Our guide brings us to eat a last ingerra in a restaurant with traditional dancers, singers and copious amounts of honey wines. We might as well say that by the time we left I was the only sober one and that the arrival at the airport for the fourth security check of the day was funky. Peter and Manu truly nearly missed their flight.
The peace, the exhaustion, the gratitude accompanied us all the way to Johannesburg and then to Gabarone and then to Maun. But all of this is a new adventure.
Story by Sophie Monpeyssen