Akhenathon and Isis

May.

I was in Paris at the Louvre and fell in love with a sculpture. Sculpture of the pharaoh Akhenaton. He had made a revolution in egyptian culture by introducinng the worship of a sinlge god of the sun Aton. He was married to the famous beauty Nefrettiti who worshiped the godess of the moon Isis. I photographed his bust a douzen of times and read a poem he wrote to his love of the sun.

In the photographs I later developed the sculpture appeared to have wings, produced by the way light hit it, but the wings where rather detialed oddley.

I decided that if re-incarination is possible I shall find this beautiful Akhenathon in this life sooner or later.

Febuary.

Convent Garden disco full of people dancing in the darkness. Fifty meters away trough the crowds I catch brown almond eyes of some boy. Our eyes locked and we zoomed trough the dancing bodies to finaly be near each other. He was Anwar. We had nothhing to say, so danced and studied one another. He looked very familiar. Huge almond eyes. Strong round chin. Long nose, Long neck. He looked just like the sulpture of Akhenathon.

The curious parade continued. He told me I remind him of an eyptian queen. Without provocation. Hm. His bookshelf to my amasement was full of books about Egypt, including those on Akhenethon.

In and out of intense love we fell with a constsnt reference to un real, to Egypt.

Anwar said I must, must go to Egypt, must visit the Isis temple in Aswan .

September

I am in egypt, Luxor, having my palm read by an older man who looks just like Anwar and is called by the same name. He smells the air around me, and says "I have been waiting for you for a long time." He tells me seecret thoguhts only I know in this instant. He tells me my past.He says I was one queen in Egypt, I belong in Egypt. He says I must go to the temple of Isis in Aswan.

The next day we are in an army escorted jeep to Aswan. 6 hours drive up the Nile river. Two hours free before the escort back to Luxor. The Temple of Isis lies on an island in the river and near the famous Aswan dam. One arrives to it by boat.

We landed on the island and a man in arms helped me get to land. As he did he began to smile. A few minutes later a little group of armed men where walking behind me towards the temple buildings. As I entered the main building of the temple, holding in hand a candle brought form the hotel, I found on the sacrificial stone table fresh flowers. A thought arose that perhaps these where real guards of the old religion. Why otherwise would in a muslim country be flowers in the Isis temple. A man dressed in black and purple headwear came towards me all in smiled to light my candle. As he did so, the now large group of men with guns in their hands closed the entrence to the temple behind us. The priest passed smokey scents around me, and began to sing holding my hands and smiling at me the whole time. Tourists and guides where kept outside along with my firend and where watching the ceremony. The priest next lead me to an adjecent temple room, another joined , and we walked in silent, and protected parade. They both sung songs, in strange languages holding my hands.. And when the ceremony came to a close B ususaly a rationalist broke in trough the armoured men, saying " My role was to protect you, i had to bring you here" ...

Everything I wished for in Egypt happened. It had air fertile for wishes. But wishes are diffenrt in every country I think, when one croses the waters they leave half themselfs behind and invent new parts.

6 years later August. Met Anwar by chance agian. I told him what happened in Aswan. He had known something would. And there we where again.. I painted him playing the guitar.