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Post by Don Barone on Sept 14, 2003 8:36:54 GMT -5
Hi Don, and the few, the brave, and the free,
Did I give myself this password lol because I typed in several different names to see which one would work? It seems I have to learn everything by trail and error, good way to learn though. Or did you, Don, give it to me this sort of smileandlove@egypt.com. Not bad. [ Mod note: No I did not Charlotte, Don]
What subject to get into, I have been thinking for several days now, so I'll begin with a few words about the "Pyramid Champion", now dead.
Once again in Giza, I walked toward the rough wooden bench against a stone wall which seperates the desert from the village below the Pyramids, where I sit with my friends there, talk and drink "Egyptian Whisky", as they call their tea on account it is mostly sugar.
A very old man, his right hand holding a cane, his left waving me vigorously toward him, he ask: "Do you know who I am?" "No" I replied.
"I am the Pyramid Champ" he said.
"Ah, yes, "I saw you being interviewd on American TV a while ago."
"Yes, I remember, but i tell them nothing" he laughed.
He showed me the palm of his hands which were a flat, hard surface like the stones of the Pyramid he used to climb in "6 or 7 minute up and 5 minute down" for to entertain Royalty or Heads of State from nations around the world, at the request of his government. He told me proudly that he was in "the newspapers of all the world", that he had "friends all over the world", that "the money was very good", and that Allah gifted him with a good life.
I asked him about the Great Pyramid he climbed for some 30 years. He went to hold his cane with both hands, and resting his chin on them he looked to the gound and said: "To understand this Pyramid you must eat this Pyramid."
To be continued
Charlotte
[posted to this thread by Don Barone for Charlotte]
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Post by Davel on Sept 14, 2003 13:20:20 GMT -5
What a great story - I've never heard of him.
I went to Giza this year for the first time - It was great. I had a brilliant nubian taxi driver who took me evrywhere at breakneck speed - I had to tell him to slow down every two minutes. He took me to all these places to buy stuff, which fortunately wasn't too expensive - and I think he got a cut as well but that's business.
The best place was the old perfume seller near Giza - he took me into this dark shop full of crystal bottles with velvet drapes hanging from the ceiling and the old owner sat me down, offered me coffee and water (I drank two bottles cause it was 45 degrees (110?F) outside. Anuway, while I was cooling off he told me about the famous people that had been there including howard carter, the history of the shop, and how they made the lotus flower perfume in the desert. Apparently its the same method the pharoahs used and they found bottles in tombs that still smelt sweet after 30 centuries. Anyway, they pick the flowers out of the oasis that belongs to the shop, they crush the petals until a sort of oily juice comes out. Then they bury this juice in the desert in porous ceramic pots for 6 weeks. What happens is that the water evaporates and leaves just the lotus oil, and this is what's in the bottles when you buy them.
No alcohol at all for the muslims or the pharoahs, just an oil.
It smells amazing and got me a few browny points when I brought it home!
Davel.
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 14, 2003 20:50:11 GMT -5
I have been to Giza over 30 times, stopped counting, love the people. Dance, cry, and party with them. When they see you have "a white heart" they let you into their lives and tell you stories.  Traffic in Cairo Sitting in the back of a taxi, covering my eyes with my hands, aaing, uuhing and groaning, the driver laughed: "Don't worry, me kill only 2 people in day, today already finished." A man is driven to the Cairo Airport. Horrified, he watches the taxi driver speed through every red light. Suddenly he comes to a screaching halt at a green light to let a car pass. "Why do you run every red light and then stop at the green light?" asked the man. "Because I saw my brother coming" was the reply. Well, it was funny at the time. Would you believe I have 8 half liter bottles, stainless steal, of different perfume oils, the one you describe? Wanted to start a business but never got around to it. Good talking to you Davel Charlotte |
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Post by Davel on Sept 15, 2003 17:57:25 GMT -5
Charlotte,
awaiting part II......
D
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 17, 2003 9:04:26 GMT -5
The interview was with Juck Henry, I think he was on chanel 7 in LA at the time. The reason the Champ is not known very well will become self-evident. He gave me permission to tape his words, I wrote it out some time ago, so here is some more of what he said verbatim, with some corrections and repetitions.
One does not easely put some things on a public forum, so I would ask of anyone responding to these posts to direct ridicule, if so inclined, at me, not at the Champ.
After telling me that he was "The Pyramid Champion", he moved over on the rough bench, (called a couch by the locals lol, snagged my nylons) motioned to me to sit beside him, and called for tea. We talked about new finds in Egypt, and he said: "As long as you dig in Eegypt you find, from here to Aswan." He showed me the palm of his hands, which still resemble "the stones I hit like that going up and down the Pyramid, up in 4 minute, down 2 minute, I be the only man in the world do this" he boasted with a grin.
"Would you tell me some things?" I asked carefully. He turned toward me and held my eyes "what do you want to know?" "Things you don't tell other people." He looked away "maybe tomorrow, today too hot", he said trying to get up. I knew he wanted to think on it. Some boys standing around came over to pull him up and walked him home. I was disappointed, but two or three days later he came back, and we went inside a perfume shop where it was quite. He told me about the several perfumes and what the should be used for. Perfume-Fayum.
After a few minutes of silence, he told me to turn on my recorder.
"OK, remember I said hello for everybody, you know I'm the champion of the Pyramid. I go to tok about my story, and later you know how I be the champion. Now understand when I got 8 yeares my age I got to school, and then, when I go no more to my school, I feel myself to the Pyramid, I don't know how, I be playin the Pyramid up and down every time, every day, sometime my school come in, and I go back home. Like that, till I be 12 years my age, and the the school throwed me away. No more school. I be stay in the Pyramid and I cry. My father throwed me away too. I sleeb in the shade of the Pyramid and I dream.
Some people told me why you cry, you going to be a good man to here. How? They say you can make restaurant up the Pyramid. I make restaurant, lemon and tea on top of the Pyramid when the tourists coming up. I be work like this about, about 3 year or 4 year. Then the police make a trouble with me, I be down, I'm finished this work, and then I go back to the English, the army of the second war, I be there with them about 3 years.
I speak good English and I be back to the Pyramid again. I work in excavation, and then same place (by the Pyramids) I go sleeb when I got 18 years my age. I deam some person told me, you have to go to Primeminister got license. How I go to Primeminister? He said you have to try, 5,6 time when I sleeb he told me that, and then he say you must try tomorrow."
I will also try tomorrow to continue.
Charlotte
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Post by Don Barone on Sept 17, 2003 20:15:28 GMT -5
Thank you Charlotte and I am hanging on every word.
I feel something marvellous is coming.
I am honourred you have chosen to tell the story here.
I will check again tomorrow. I also would like your permission to post "The Bacon Chronicles" [your posts (ie: stories) from Ma'at about Wilbur] here. I feel it would be an excellent addition to your board.
Cheers
Don Barone
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 19, 2003 7:01:55 GMT -5
Hi Don, Don't want to leave you hanging there . . . I thought about transferring the Wilbur posts over here, and then continue. It is such a marevelous story, and would bring in lots of Shakespeare, divinely inspired. It would be good to have, what I would call "Wilbur, our Bacon", on a seperate forum for an uninterrupted read. No? So please do, and thank you. The Pyramid Champ, Part 3 "I dream some person told me you have to go to Primeminister got license. How I go to Primeminister? He said you have to try, 5,6 time when I sleeb he told me that, and then he say you have to try tomorrow. I go to Primeminister house, I find the police and so. I 'fraid, I feel some people push me from back and I keep moven. I go inside door, police not tok with me, they leave me go. And then I find that person (from his dream) go in front of me till he take me place of Primeminister. I go there, and I told soldier I want to see Primeminister, and he say--YES-- He take me in, Primeminister laughing, he say what you want? I told him I needed the license to the Pyramid. He say you been to the school? I told him no, he say no I cudent give you license. I say ok, if not give me license I go up to the Pyramid, when the tourist go up I'm pushe them down.  He is laughing, say what your name, I give him my name, after 2, 3 weeks, I feel 'this person' talk to me again and tolded me the license come tomorrow. I'm not believe this. In the morning I found soldier come to my home, he come the police I go find my license. (I think he meant that the soldier told him to go to the police station where he was given his license) I work a guide in the Pyramid, bit a bit, then I try how I can do the Pyramid first time I go up and down. I do it in 8 minute up and down, and then I start to make bet with the tourist. Tourist come and I tell them how he can see the man who can go up and down Pyramid in 8 minute, they not believe me. Then I make bet, and then I win the money. Till I meet the Primeminister of England, called Mr. Beden (sp?), in second war, you know, he come meet me in Mena House, and then come see how I do it. This time I be in Newspaper, Newspaper talk about me. Then my Government make me special for the guest of the Government, any king coming, any some coming, I can do it for him, 6 minute, 7 minute up and down. Newspaper talk about me in America, in Italien, and so so. I be like that for about 20 yeares. And then I meet the meditation people. Charlotte PS Don, as soon as I have time I'll send you a picture of the Champ so you can post it. Ok? |
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Post by Don Barone on Sept 19, 2003 12:57:56 GMT -5
Yes by all means send me a picture Charlotte and I will slowly find your Wilbur posts and when I have them all safely stored on my computer I will post them and you can continue the story of Wilbur ... some pig indeed !  Cheers Don Barone |
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Post by Davel on Sept 19, 2003 17:11:54 GMT -5
Great story Charlotte,
You wouldn't believe it if it wasn't true. I loved the bit where he said he would push the tourists down to the prime minister!
I heard another great story about some British consol guy who used to climb to the top and practice his golf shots off the summit.
Davel.
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 20, 2003 7:59:14 GMT -5
Lol, that is probably the origin of the legend of the Great Pyramid's magical power to shot golf balls out of it's top.
Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 21, 2003 8:29:14 GMT -5
"And then I meet the meditation people.
Meditation people I meet by chance, like I meet two Japanese people first time, and I take him in the Pyramid, and he sit down in the middle of the Pyramid (I think he meant the Kings Chamber because how do you sit down in the middle of the Pyramid) and he go meditate. I don't know what he do because I'm not speak Japanese. And afterward finish he give me money and go back. About one weeks ago (before or after the Japanese) I meet two lady, one English and one Swedish. These two lady speak English, he let me know about meditation people and so and so. I start working with meditation people, people go, people coming, til I got million and million people know the champion. (He probably meant through the newspapers and TV) I got 2 name in the Pyramid, especial of meditation, and the champion of Pyramid. (The last sentence he said in a gentle voice and paused a few seconds, thinking)
I climb the Pyramid from 4 sides, I be like that, I be 50 years in this Pyramid. Myself I sleeb in the Pyramid. When I work with meditation people everybody tok about the energee and power and so and so. I say why? I'm here, I have to sleeb inside one night. I go inside the Cheops Pyramid one night, 12 o'clock I be in. This day no electric light, only you got candle. I take the candle and I go in, to the King Chamber, shut the light and I sleeb. About 2 o'clock I feel some people woke me up like that. I open my eyes, I find the room light alone, very beautiful green light. I don't know this light from where come in, and then I look my right hand and then I turn around and find cat in front of me, cat like donkey, higher, (he raised his hand about 4 feet of the ground) his eyes very big like that. I'm never 'fraid, I go put my hand in the cat and my hand go down to be on the floor, no cut" his voice faded. We sat silent, and I can say that he relived the experince.
From what I can gather, when he, or other Egyptians in the tourist business, talk about meditation people, I think it is a generic term for spiritually inclined people, or people searching for the deeper meaning of what the ancient Egyptians were all about, because the first time I was in Egypt and walked toward the burial chamber in Khafra's Pyramid, a man from the crowd of people walking toward the entrance stopped, smiled at me and said "you come for meditation, yes?" I must have looked surprised because he said "I see this in your eyes."
I also found that many people literally growing up within the energy field of the Giza Plateau, going home to eat and sleep only, are clairvoyant.
Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 23, 2003 7:18:46 GMT -5
"I'm never 'fraid, I go put my hand in the cat and my hand go down to be on the floor, no cut. When you wok round this Pyramid before, long time ago, you find some people wok near you, you try to tok with them, you never find them. Lot of spirit this area, million and million of spirit. Sometime you find men, sometime you find beautiful lady (he laughes joyfully), you want to tok with him and then he run away. (vanishes) You never find them. One time I got group of Croation people in second Pyramid, and then I go down in village to bring incense and candles to this people. When I go down to the causeway from the second Pyramid to the tembel, Sphinkes. Before I go near the tembel I see 6 people woking, wear white dress. I think that's meditation people, I run, I want to tok with them, I'm never catch them. Then he go inside tembel. Myself, tembel closed. I look for the door, I find them inside. I don't know how people this go inside. This time I hear little song-talk like that. I'm little 'fraid, I don't know . . . ." Again his thoughts are drifting back to the experience, he makes small talk to close this door. Tomorrow, he would tell me about the "healing tembles by the Sphinxes", and "maybe you can see one of the secret people in you sleeb" he smiled, "you are a child of the young world, they make you like them, and you can see him." I think what he means about "they make you like them" is that their very presents causes the atmosphere to be rarefied and raises one's vibrations to their level, at least that is how I understand it. So to speak, I was called to Egypt in 2 dreams, in one by a most beautiful bird, in the other by "Aida" and the 3 Pyramids themselves, both in this rarefied, holy feeling atmosphere. The Champ didn't know this, neither did he know that in one of those dreams I was standing about 10 feet from where we were sitting. He didn't come back the next day, or the next  I had to leave and left word that I would be back soon to talk with him again. A few month later I was told on the phone that he died. As a Muslim, talking about "secret people" and such didn't make him very popular, "but I tell them to go to hell . . ." Charlotte |
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Post by Davel on Sept 23, 2003 17:21:37 GMT -5
Great stuff Charlotte,
He sounds like a real self made character, a real lively spirit like there are so many of in Egypt. Sometimes it (stories like this) makes we want to sell up and go travelling permanently:)
D
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 24, 2003 6:34:32 GMT -5
I was so sad when he died, not so much because he died because "I can't hold myself so long now", he was peaceful and waiting to go to Allah, but because he had so much more to tell from experience only, as he could not read and be influeced by books.
He also told me that "this 3 Pyramids here not 4 or 5000 like they say, maybe 10000, maybe 30000, maybe 35000, maybe more old"
Permanently traveling, YES, when I win the Lotto, we can all meet in Buxtehude as we say in Germany, it means anywhere. Where is that JohnDM with the numbers as Michelle suggested.
Charlotte
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Post by Michelle on Sept 25, 2003 15:41:50 GMT -5
Hi everyone Wonderful stories, Charlotte. Yes, we need those lotto numbers! lol I love listening to people's stories. The sad thing is when older people pass and the stories get lost. When I was little I would sit and listen to my grandfather talk about Egypt. He was stationed there during the war (WW2) and seemed to spend all his time in museums and around the pyramids. I LOVED those stories. I've never been to Egpyt, I was born on the wrong end of Africa. Maybe one day, although my first dream wish would be Crete where my mother's great grandfather came from. So many lovely magical places...  SIGH |
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Post by DaveLL on Sept 26, 2003 16:25:11 GMT -5
Michelle,
Crete, yeh, malta as well, and The Aegean, Athens, Istanbul,
I think I'll need a bigger boat ;D
When are these lotto numbers coming?
D
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 28, 2003 5:49:26 GMT -5
Any day now!
Charlotte
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Post by Don Barone on Sept 30, 2003 5:58:44 GMT -5
Hi All: Here is a picture of The Pyramid Champion and Charlotte. Sent to me by Charlotte.  Cheers Don Barone |
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Post by Don Barone on Sept 30, 2003 8:12:42 GMT -5
Hi All: The above picture may be the wrong one and if it is I am sure Charlotte wil let me know but she also asked me to post this one. She will supply the commentary. [Remember Charlotte you can edit this post ]  Cheers Don Barone |
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 30, 2003 12:52:11 GMT -5
Thanks Don, stop needling me with "our own Charlotte" . . . by none other than Charlotte . . . "
The first picture is of the Champ and moa, how "harr" it was can be seen on my hair, and his tongue, arghh, knowing him though he just might have stuck his tongue out at the camera.
The very old man dressed in the blue galabea was one of my favorites, he too is now dead. Each time we saw each other we hugged and kissed, left-right fashion, but tried as I have many times, ever so diplomatically, to get him to tell me about his long life and extensive caravan's, he looked at me as in "I can't even begin", only sat with me silently for about 15 minutes each time, and walked away with a maaSalame.
The man in the white galabea I know for many years. Trying to get anyone thereabouts to talk about "the secrets" of the Pyramids and the Sphinx is like trying to squeeze water out of a stone. I say this with much love and respect for those people. Suffice it to say that this man told me that on one occasion, when sleeping in the "chamber of chaos" some "persons" came and brought him fruits, cheese, and things, encouraged him to eat, and eating thus gave him power. I questioned him with my eyes, but he smiled gently and shook his head in the same manner.
To say that the "pit" in the Great Pyramid is simply due to Khufu having changed his mind during construction, that he wanted to be buried "higher up" for some reason or another, as ancient Egyptology would have it, is filling in the blanks to fit a theory. I even heard it said that Pharaoh's supervised construction of their respective tombs to make sure it is "the right tomb", for their "eternal prosperity depended on having the right tomb", etc., etc.
Charlotte
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Post by Michelle on Sept 30, 2003 16:31:30 GMT -5
Hey Charlotte, Great photos to match the great stories. Hmm.. you look as cheeky as you sound/write! O/T - I LOVE the earrings in the first pic, they are spirals? I have two obsessions - stars and spirals. I have them as boxes, earrings, paintings, wind chimes... you get the idea. Michelle |
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 2, 2003 6:08:10 GMT -5
Hi Michelle, The cheekyness comes from life being a tragedy and comedy but "ever worth living" says Socrates. The earring are spirals, energy moves in spirals, the logical reason why things spin, but nobody believes me Inspired Charlotte |
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Post by Michelle on Oct 2, 2003 16:53:53 GMT -5
 Beautifully put, Charlotte. And I agree with the spiral theory. The ancients revered the spiral for the reason that it held all the best and greatest mysteries from DNA to galaxies. I suspect time is more a spiral than a circle or a straight line as well. regards Michelle |
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He is laughing, say what your name, I give him my name, after 2, 3 weeks, I feel 'this person' talk to me again and tolded me the license come tomorrow. I'm not believe this.
I had to leave and left word that I would be back soon to talk with him again. A few month later I was told on the phone that he died. As a Muslim, talking about "secret people" and such didn't make him very popular, "but I tell them to go to hell . . ." 
SIGH