Chat It’s Fate – September 2019

P

ottering around my living

room in Oxford, I almost

jumped out of my skin

when a male voice

boomed out of nowhere.

‘I am Hori, priest to Amum,’ it

said. ‘I lived at Thebes in the

18th Dynasty in the year 1500

BC. One of my titles is

“Guardian to the Doors of the

Sky to the Temple of Amum.”’

‘Right,’ I murmured, not quite

able to take in what was

happening. But the voice

wasn’t fi nished.

‘The Pharaoh is the Lord

Tuthmosis,’ it said. And then it

repeated it all over again!

‘Now you will never forget

my words,’ it said – and then it

was gone.

Well, it’s safe to say it was

correct – I certainly never have

forgotten those words spoken

to me by an invisible

3,500-year-old Egyptian spirit!

That was in 1985. For the

next fi ve years, I was on a

mission to fi nd out all I could

about the identity of this Hori.

I decided to start

my search at the

British Museum, as it

has a huge Ancient

Egyptian section full

of mummies,

treasure and other

fascinating artefacts.

Sure enough, on

one of trips to the

museum, I spotted

the name Hori while reading

the translation of a papyrus

scroll. On another trip, I found

a statue by a priest of Amum

from Thebes. It had been made

in the year 1500 BC and was

dedicated to his father, Teti.

I began having visions of

Hori himself, a tall, handsome

dark man. I also saw one

fi rst woman said.

‘Everything will

be fi ne.’

It was

extremely surreal – but of

course, she was right. I knew I

had to visit Egypt.

And so, a few months later, I

found myself on a boat trip

down the Nile. As we sailed, I

got talking to my tour guide

Mohamed, and ended up

confi ding in him about Hori.

When we arrived at the

Temple of Edfu, he took me to

one side.

‘When I tap you on your

shoulder just do as I tell you

and don’t say anything to

anyone else,’ he told me.

I felt a light touch on my

shoulder as we entered the

temple. I wandered off and

found myself in a silent

chamber lit only by a very

strong shaft of sunlight from an

opening in the roof.

I heard footsteps and was

about to move out of the way

when an unseen voice said,

‘Stand still.’ So I did! I could

beautiful woman,

a priestess, who

undoubtedly held

Hori’s heart. I saw

them strolling

together on the

banks of the Nile.

What was

really weird was

that I was

somehow there

too. I walked

beside Hori,

breathing the air

he breathed,

visiting the

shrines. He

knew I was

there – he’d

summoned me,

after all. I was

constantly aware that he held

tremendous power.

Strange knowledge

This had been going on for a

couple of years when I was

invited to North Wales to help

out at a mind, body and spirit

exhibition. On the second day,

I was approached by two

fair-haired ladies.

‘Are you Hori?’ one of them

asked me.

‘W-what?’ I

stammered.

‘We’ve been

searching everywhere

for you,’ she smiled.

‘We have a message

for you. You’re to visit

Egypt and look for an

underground tomb or

chamber. You’ve

visited it with Hori.’

‘Are you the cat woman?’ I

asked her. I didn’t know where

these words came from.

She smiled. ‘It’s not me, it’s

my friend here.’

I told the two women that I

wasn’t in any position to drop

everything and go to Egypt.

‘Don’t worry about that,’ the

feel the confusion of whoever

was behind me.

I decided then to go and fi nd

the others, and as I walked

back through the doorway, I

came across Mohammed.

He told me I’d been missing

for two hours! It felt like I’d

been gone for fi ve minutes.

Everyone had been looking for

me – but how had they not

seen me in the sunbeam?

On another occasion, I had a

vision of a young woman who

was being chased by what

looked like a mummy! Its eyes

were glowing green with some

kind of energy. Hori stood in

front of it and said, ‘You know I

am a High Priest of Amum and

you cannot touch me.’

The apparition vanished.

I’ve now visited Egypt three

times! I don’t know why Hori

chose me as his confi dante but

getting to know him has

certainly been an adventure!

John Richardson, from Scotland

I was missing

for two hours

but it felt like

five minutes

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ancy booking a really

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• but it’s also home to the Isla
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  every tree and building. The story goes that,
  after a little girl drowned here some years ago,
  the caretaker hung up a doll in her memory


• and the collection’s been added to over the
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Sacred place:

Edfu

Travelling

Mummy’s the word Adventure:

Mysterious

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