When I was fifteen, my father moved to Egypt for work — a gift that opened the doorway to one of the most profound spiritual awakenings of my life. I spent many holidays in this ancient land, a place steeped in mystery, mythology and the lingering presence of old gods and forgotten dynasties. Egypt is a land of temples and pyramids, sacred writings and desert winds, a place where the energies of the Nile pulse like a living artery through history.
Many mornings in Cairo, I would ride horses through the desert around the Great Pyramids of Giza. Their towering presence felt alive — guardians of the threshold between earth and sky, between life and the afterlife. I visited the Sphinx, rode a camel to Saqqara’s step pyramid, wandered temple corridors and felt the unmistakable presence of the old Gods and Goddesses.
It was here that something ancient stirred within me — a connection awakening from deep memory. This was the beginning of my lifelong relationship with Isis and Sekhmet.
For many years now, I have honoured Sekhmet through healing, ritual and ceremony. She is a Goddess of fire and ferocity, of creation and destruction, of medicine and transformation. Her priests were skilled physicians, and her temples were centres of healing and spiritual power.
Her name, Sekhmet, comes from Sekhem — “the powerful one.”
From this word we also receive Seichem, the Egyptian healing system that channels her fierce, loving, transformative energy.
Seichem connects you directly to the heart centre and the universal flow of love. It heals on every level — spiritual, emotional, physical and mental — bringing deep peace, clarity and resilience. Through this energy, I have learned to meet life’s challenges with strength and softness, courage and compassion.
During ritual work in her honour, Sekhmet gifted me a vision — a memory of a past life lived in Lower Egypt, serving as a priest in one of her temples in Memphis. This vision arrived with my Seichem attunement, and it changed everything. It felt like remembering rather than imagining.
Below is the channeled vision she showed me — a glimpse into a life of devotion, healing and sacred service.
I am preparing for ritual.
I stand naked before my Goddess, the blade sharp in my hand. I step into the sacred waters among the lotus and the ibis. As the river closes over my head, I feel the stillness of the deep. When I rise again, Ra warms my skin — the father of my Goddess.
I cleanse my body, removing every hair with the knife, a ritual I have performed countless times. Others bathe beside me; this is our morning practice.
I dress in robes and walk across the dusty sands toward the temple, its corridor lined with images of Sekhmet. I do not yet enter the inner sanctum. Instead, I prepare the great outer room. Some priests grind herbs and spices into healing balms for the villagers who come seeking aid.
A lame man enters, lowering himself onto the stone floor. He cannot prostrate fully, but he tries. I kneel beside him and whisper the sacred prayer. I place my hands upon him and allow the energy of the Goddess to flow through me. It is blissful, powerful, ancient.
We remain together until the sun begins to dip. When I lift my hands, he rises easily. Though he still carries his cane, he no longer needs it. These are the miracles of the Goddess.
When the healings are done, we close the temple gates. Offerings are placed upon the southern altar — the place of fire, the place of Sekhmet. As Ra travels from east to west, Sekhmet rises at the centre, his daughter, his destroyer, his healer.
In solitude, I sit before her towering statue. Sometimes I chant; sometimes I sit in silence. When the doors to the inner temple open, we priests take up our roles. I am the incense‑bearer. I bind frankincense, myrrh and gold. I dry the resins, pound them, and unite them with fire to create the sacred smoke.
We process through the temple — through the columned hall, through the chamber of offerings, and finally into the smallest room where the great statue of Sekhmet sits. We place candles, offer incense, and bathe ourselves in the smoke.
The room grows hazy. I kneel before her. She speaks to me — of destruction, of war, of the triumphs and failings of humankind. She shows me the richness of the human spirit and fills me with her healing fire.
Through the smoke, I see her walking — golden, radiant, blessing each of us.
This is our daily ritual.
Our daily devotion.
Our sacred calling.
I have always known I belonged to her. Since childhood I dreamed of her. I knew I was destined for her priesthood. She is my love, my life, and I walk in her name — blessing pharaohs and villagers alike, tending the land, honouring the Nile, and carrying her messages.
This is my calling.
This has always been my calling.
I feel deeply blessed to have received this vision — a remembrance of a life lived in devotion to Sekhmet. My journey with her continues today through Seichem, through ceremony, and through the healing work I offer in her name.
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