Egypt-The sacred Promise

Egypt-The sacred promise

11/11/24 The Journey Begins

In 2024 I fasted for 47 days.No food. Just water. A devotion to silence, to source, to the deep codes hidden beneath flesh and breath.

The fast ended on July 1st, but it birthed something eternal. During that time, I saw visions—clear, vivid, encoded in feeling rather than form. The one that changed everything: I saw myself on Mount Sinai, on the 11th of the 11th, performing a haka—a powerful calling, a fierce opening. Earth cracked. Heart opened. Gridlines activated. I knew this was not metaphor. This was mission.

Portugal: The Spine of the Dragon

The universe, in its genius, doesn’t always show you the path directly—but it aligns you precisely. As president of the Australian Bartenders Guild, I found myself in Portugal for the global bartending championships, surrounded by 67 countries. But beneath the cheers and cocktails, my heart pulsed with another rhythm. I wasn’t just there for competition. I was there for the beginning.

After the event, a spontaneous meeting led me to the Stairway to Heaven, a place high in the Portuguese mountains. But this was no stairway. What I saw wasn’t mountain ridges—it was the spine of a dragon. I walked it. Felt it. And the dragon energy began to rise through me. This wasn’t symbolic. It was somatic. It was activation. I knew the pilgrimage had started.

Cairo: The Promise

From Portugal, I flew to Cairo.

This wasn’t my first visit. The year before, I had stood before the pyramids—the Three Sisters, they called themselves—and made a promise: that I would bring the sacredness back through myself. That I would not just speak it—I would live it. Through seven years of inner alchemy, celibacy, and the crafting of the sacred elixir of life, this moment had been preparing itself.

We honored the pyramids in ceremony—acknowledging their role as bridges between Heaven and Earth. They told me: We are powered by human sacredness. And you must become that sacredness again.

Luxor: The Black Heart and the Tombs of Kings

I had never been to Luxor before.

The energy there? Cleaner. Clearer. More alive. The moment we stepped into the Temple of Karnak, I was hit with a vision: a black heart—the heart of Egypt—poisoned, waiting to be healed. Guided by intuition, we moved off the tourist path and found a sealed chamber made of black marble. The inscriptions? Ancient and exact. We entered. We breathed. We worked with the dragon medicine. And the codes began to unlock.

A sunrise hot air balloon over the Valley of the Kings came next—an offering from the sky before descending into the tombs. I had no interest in the tombs, honestly. I was tired, fried, done. But fate chose our eight.

Each tomb was dense. Heavy. Shadowed. Until the second-to-last, when I felt the soul of a king who needed help crossing over. I assisted. But the final tomb was different.

My body glitched into another state. I walked straight in—expressionless—and was hit by a tidal wave of grief. A king’s heartbreak filled my chest. I knew why I was there. To release him. To return him to Source. And so I did.

I left obliterated. Energetically dismantled.

Sinai: The Vision Realized

From Luxor, we flew. Flight after flight. Until finally, at 1:11 AM on November 11th, we began the climb.

Mount Sinai.

As the sun rose over the sacred summit, I stood with the energy of thousands who had joined me online. We set our intentions. We opened portals. We sent souls back to source. I performed my first haka—a roar from the deepest part of my being. Fire in my veins. Tears on my cheeks. The vision I saw in the fast had become reality.

This wasn’t just fulfillment. It was ignition.

The Call to Uluru

On the flight back from Sinai, another message came through:

Be at Uluru. On the 12th of the 12th. Walk the circle. Clockwise. One full round. You will know what to do.

And I knew. The Rainbow Serpent was calling. The circle was not just geography—it was geometry. A lock. A key. A memory.

And the journey... had only just begun.

The Vision of Sinai. The Journey Begins.

This is more than travel. It’s more than ceremony. This is sacred cartography. A living myth written through flesh, spirit, and land. Each place, each moment, an activation of something ancient—something future—within us all.

Stay tuned. The fire is only getting hotter.