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Hello, Heather here, from WMP (Wisdom Masters Press). Mr. Davis suggests that members of SB read the book The Prism of Lyra, by Lyssa Royal Holt and Keith Priest from Royal Priest Research (Seed of Life Institute). We acquired a copy online and Michael, Amber and I have been reading with great interest. It deals with extraterrestrial influence on human evolution, and speaks extensively of the civilization of Ancient Egypt, including quotes from the “Egyptian Book of the Dead.” For those of you who have not read The Prism of Lyra, you really must, and we would like to entice you by examining the great mysteries of Ancient Egypt.

(Credits: Excerpts from the WMP book, Encounters with the Celestials, The Living Part of a Timeless Legend by M.G. Hawking.)

Some five-thousand years ago there appeared on the banks of the Nile, as if suddenly descended upon the sands, the first great civilization of known history. No one knows from whence the early Egyptians came. Extant records of their history, preserved through the centuries, although voluminous, when translated reveal no record of a mythic or heroic age, as all normally emerging civilizations inevitably have. Archeological records indicate that the region of the Nile was only sparely populated by a people slowly graduating from a Paleolithic to a Neolithic state. Yet, as Egyptologists have so lucidly stated, no people known to us, ancient or modern, have conceived of building a civilization on a scale so sublime, so great, so grandiose, as the ancient Egyptians.

Their technology of agriculture, metallurgy, industry and engineering; the invention of glass and linen, of paper and ink, of the calendar and the clock, of geometry and the alphabet; the excellence and sublimity of sculpture and the arts; the refinement of dress and ornament, of furniture and dwellings, of society and life; the remarkable development of orderly and peaceful government, of census and post, of primary and secondary education, even of technical training for office and administration; the advancement of writing and literature, of science and medicine; the first clear formulation known to us of individual and public conscience, the first cry for social justice, the first widespread monogamy, the first monotheism, the first essays in moral philosophy . . . all elevated to a degree of superiority and power that has seldom, if ever, been reached since. Was ancient Egypt, perhaps, the greatest civilization in all known history?

How were these monumental accomplishments achieved? How did a culture just graduating to a Neolithic stage create one of the greatest civilizations of known history? Where did the Ancient Egyptians’ knowledge and power and sophistication come from?

For those who have not been, let us take a moment, if the reader will allow, to visit Egypt and what remains of the ancient glory.

Here is a perfect harbor. Outside the long breakwater the waves topple over one another roughly; within it the sea is a silver mirror. There, on the little island of Pharos, when Egypt was very old, Sostratus built his great lighthouse of white marble, five-hundred feet high, as a beacon to all ancient mariners of the Mediterranean, as one of the seven wonders of the world. Time and the nagging waters have washed it away, but a new lighthouse has taken its place, and guides the steamer through the rocks to the quays of Alexandria. Here that astonishing boy-statesman, Alexander, founded the subtle, polyglot metropolis that was to inherit the culture of Egypt and Greece. In this harbor Cesar received without gladness the severed head of Pompey. Once disembarked, we board a humble train. As it glides through the city, glimpses come of unpaved alleys and streets, heat waves dancing in the air, workingmen naked to the waist, black-garbed women bearing burdens sturdily, white-robed and turbaned Moslems of regal dignity, and in the distance spacious squares and shining palaces, perhaps as fair as those that the Ptolemy’s built when Alexandria was the meeting-place of the world.

Continuing on, suddenly it is open country, and the city recedes into the horizon of the fertile Delta, that green triangle which looks on the map like the leaves of a lofty palm-tree held up on the slender stalk of the Nile. Once, no doubt, this Delta was a bay; patiently the broad river filled it up, too slowly to be seen, with detritus carried down a thousand miles; now from this little corner of mud, enclosed by the many mouths of the river, six million peasants grow enough cotton to export millions of dollars worth of it every year. There, bright and calm under relentless sun, even the ancient geographers (e.g., Strabo) believed that Egypt had once been under the waters of the Mediterranean, and that its deserts had been the bottom of the sea. In the glaring sun, fringed with slim palms and grassy banks, is the most famous of all rivers. We cannot see the desert that lies so close beyond it, or the great empty river-beds where once its fertile tributaries flowed; we cannot realize yet how precariously narrow a thing this Egypt is, owing everything to the river, and harassed on either side with hostile, shifting sand.