CHAPTER 7
The JournalThe next time Jack dreamed, he found himself in a bare stone chamber. The floor was covered with sand, much whiter and finer than he had seen in the desert. He and four others were squatting in a circle, while one, a woman with grey in her hair, was drawing with a rod in the sand. The rod was no ordinary stick, but a pharaonic crook of black ebony bound with strips of silver and gold alternately. He leant closer to see what she was inscribing. It was the Atenist sign of the Sun with its rays ending in hands.
As the sigil was completed all present bent his or her head and murmured:
‘Arise, Son of the Sun, dispel the darkness that surrounds us. Lift our hearts to the light of your Being.’
There was a profound silence as the whispering ceased.
He experienced a great
