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Jodie. Is kidnapped. She only went to look in a pyramid to see if she could find Jahid, their tour guide appointed. He was there waiting for her, but not to help her. He and Adji grabbed her. She could not scream they drugged her chlorophyll and absinthe Soaked into a wrapped piece of cloth.
They took her back to another time, her Uncle Jerry soon began to miss her. A boy from the village delivered a message to him, he was the guide’s son. Her Uncle was worried, how was he going to tell his brother, that his daughter was missing. He will be frantic with worry and angry with his brother. Jerry’s work was the key to finding her. Her birth date in anagram was a cipher to an event in Egyptian history which held great significance to Egypt ‘ s cultural history. A rebirth. and a wealth of treasure related to Anubis.

Many days later……….

Jodie, awoke to find herself back by her Uncle’s side. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then thanked her rescuer. She had a feeling she knew just who that rescuer was.
When her Uncle awoke and saw her there he had rubbed his eyes in disbelief, ,but also in great relief.
“Oh, Jodie. I was so frightened for you.”
He said, they contacted his brother, Jodie’s father, with good news.
“I now, know that I should have gone to meet that guide.”
“But Uncle, you were, not to know what could have happened, don’t be so hard on yourself, please.”
Jodie exclaimed, but she was a vulnerable young woman. No matter how strong of character she was. He should not have put her in that position. They had lost enough days. They had a lot of time to make up .

The new problem was, if she was indeed, Nephyths reincarnated. Jodie would be in more danger than before, and could mean she could not go on future visits to Egypt with her Uncle. As much as this was distressing it would be for her own safety.
She must understand this, as upsetting as it was. Her uncle would not wish to see her come to any harm. And her father may also, for her sake say no more visits.
She would have to work and study from home. Even if she studied at University, field trips would still be dangerous.
She did not want to stop studying Ancient Egyptology. It was her passion, it had been ever since she first saw her uncle’s photographs, up to the days she was old enough to go with him. But now her gift meant she could reach him in one way via her dream rem sleep stage 2 telepathy.
It was not the same as being there with him. It was better than no contact at all. And she could still research for him. And work out ciphers and puzzles for him.
A tearful goodbye at the train, was interrupted. They were both suddenly taken aback, when they both clearly heard a voice in their head saying
‘She does not have to go, I will protect her.’
Then an Ankh amulet fell at her feet. Jodie picked it up. The voice came again.
‘Hold it, and think to me when, you feel you need me.’
Jodie said, ‘thank you Anubis’.
Jerry, her uncle looked, stunned. She smiled, he contacted his brother, it was settled, Jodie was staying. They extended her visa. When they saw the ankh at the office nobody dare argue, they recognised it’s significance.
‘Time to do some work kiddo.’
Jerry said, he was as glad as Jodie was her help was so valuable to him. He maybe took it for granted sometimes. However, Jerry also appreciated Jodie’s help and enthusiasm for the job in hand, as well as her company in the evening.
They would listen to the old wireless and drink a glass or two of sherry in their shared tent. It was a huge tent, with two separate sleeping areas with mosquito nets behind the zipper. A sort of kitchen and living area. The small local hotel let them wash their. The tent was cool in the day and warm in the cool evenings. They had blankets a cushions in camp chairs. It was cosy. It fitted their purpose. The camp table was littered with maps and paperwork. The second camp table littered with various pots and cups. Another table had the gas stove. I say tent it was the size of a medium sized marquee. You could comfortably stand up in it. It was both home and office.
Adji their guide had not seen a tent that big. Though the proper name for it was a yurt.
The morning sunrise was a spectacular site. Equally as beautiful as the sunsets. No wonder Jodie did not want to leave.

Some 10 years later……….

Jerry was becoming frail, hands shook, respiratory difficulties, from dust, damp and spores off, of artefacts had taken their toll and the sands of time were running out for poor old Jerry.
This upset Jodie she was as close to her Uncle as she was to her dear father, having lost her mother at such an early age. She has only had her Dad, her Aunt and uncle to go to. Her uncle, knew more about her women’s than any reasonable man ever should. Well who else could she go to? Being in his company more her Dad and Aunt.
Now she was losing her Uncle and best friend. And there was nothing she could do but help him and be strong for him as he grew weaker. She knew he would be leaving her his tools as well, as legacy. He passed peacefully.
He wanted be buried in Egypt as it had become more of a home to him than England. Her father and Aunt came over for his funeral. Anubis asked; via everyone to leave except Jodie, he weighed his heart opposite Ma’at, as he expected Jerry’s heart was heavier. He mummified Jerry’s body after returning his heart after putting his other organs in canopic jars. Hugged, Jodie then left returned an honorary pyramid had been erected for him.
Jerry was not a grave robber, he was anthropologist, he recorded artefacts, catalogued what he found, he studied it, if an artefact left with Jerry for further study it was later returned in the same wrappings with care. This is was why they had time for Jerry, and his niece Jodie. They showed respect to Egyptian history and culture. Jerry was colleague to Dr Zathi Hawass and Dr Joann Fletcher the Egyptologist. Who Jodie aspired to be as good as one day.
Sometimes when she was younger, Joann would let Jodie accompany her. This was a huge deal for a little Jodie, she hung on Joann’s every word. Eager, always to learn about ancient Egypt a city, like her uncle she came to consider home. From as early, as her teens years.
Things were going to be different now, her father, knew talking her in returning to the UK was pointless, she was determined to continue where her Uncle left off. It was going to be a huge task, as much as she loved, Respected her Uncle, he was not the most orderly of people his table was a mess, he had left Jodie his journals, maps and permits to sort through. Fortunately her own journals where in order.
Jodie would often take notes while he examine, dusted are artefacts and deciphered the hieroglyph, glyphs and codes.
This was going to take time she was glad she had the generator and the radio. Lanterns scattered. Jodie suddenly recalled a dream, that Anubis joined her Uncle, that they sat with smoking jackets on, both smoking a pipe and having a conversation. Had Jodie tell of this she probably would have been locked, up. And yet to her, this seemed nothing unusual or out of the ordinary.
As she looked, through her uncle’s paperwork the thought seemed quite acceptable, then Jodie was anything but normal. From an early age she would probably have been seen as some gifted and exceptional young lady who would, one day become somebody who would rise to great prominence.

To be continued. …………..

Uncle’s Jerry’s favourite Sunset

Now that Jodie’s uncle has peacefully passed away. Jodie has a lot of things to sort out. Right now her heart is to pained and heavy to look at the mess of his papers. 

Sat in the yurt listening to the radio, every single thing reminds her of him.

Pain of grief fills her chest, she goes to the hotel with her toiletries. They still let her use the bathroom facilities. Jodie runs a bath. The steam and the bubbles surounds her like a comforting blanket. She is offered dinner. Jodie politely declines thanking them for their kind offer, she does not feel hungry. Back in the yurt, Jodie decides to retire for the evening. 

Strange dreams plague her sleep. Jodie wakes. And decides to sit outside with her uncle’s blanket around her shoulders. Sge watches the sunset. 

A photo I took

To be continued…..

The perfect location for work. 

Picture from my Egypt book

A tearful goodbye at the train. They were both suddenly taken aback, when they both clearly heard a voice in their head saying

‘She does not have to go, I will protect her.’

Then an Ankh amulet fell at her feet. Jodie picked it up. The voice came again.

‘Rub it when you feel you need me.’

Jodie said, ‘thank you Anubis’.

Jerry, her uncle looked, stunned. She smiled, he contacted his brother, it was settled, Jodie was staying. They extended her visa. When they saw the ankh at the office nobody dare argue.

‘Time to do some work kiddo.’

Jerry said, he was as glad as Jodie was her help was so valuable to him. He maybe took it for granted sometimes. But Jerry also appreciated Jodie’s help and enthusiasm for the job in hand, as well as her company in the evening.

They would listen to the old wireless and drink a glass or two of sherry in their shared tent. It was a huge tent, with two separate sleeping areas with mosquito nets behind the zipper. A sort of kitchen and living area. The small local hotel let them wash their. The tent was cool in the day and warm in the cool evenings. They had blankets a cushions in camp chairs. It was cosy. It fitted their purpose. The camp table was littered with maps and paperwork. The second camp table littered with various pots and cups. Another table had the gas stove. I say tent it was the size of a medium sized marquee. You could comfortably stand up in it. It was both home and office.

Adji their guide had not seen a tent that big. Though the proper name for it was a yurt.

The morning sunrise was a spectacular site. Equally as beautiful as the sunsets. No wonder Jodie did not want to leave.

To be continued……