The Colors Were Under There The Whole Time
Return to Egypt — Sacred VIP Tour │ February 15–28, 2027
For most of the time I have been going to Egypt, the ceiling of the Hathor Temple at Dendera was black.
Not painted black — just covered, under hundreds and hundreds of years of dirt and soot and smoke from fires people had lit in there, layered on until you couldn't make out much of anything above your head, and everybody more or less accepted that whatever had been up there was gone for good.
You could see some of the images, but they were all black.
If you had walked in with me ten years ago, you would have looked up at a black ceiling and had no idea what you were missing.
Then they cleaned it.
What came out from under all that grime were the original colors, and they are spectacular. Blues and golds and reds that look like somebody finished them last year! The astronomical ceiling, with the stars and the signs of the zodiac laid out across it. The painted carving of Nut, the Goddess of the Night Sky, swallowing the sun each night and giving birth to it again every morning. It is almost as though it was all covered up for those hundreds of years just so that we could be the ones to see it now.
And down in the crypt there is a carving that people argue about constantly, because it looks for all the world like a light bulb — a bulb with a serpent inside it for the filament, running off what appears to be a cable. I am not going to tell you what it is. The Egyptologists have their answer, and plenty of people who have stood in front of it have another. That's sort of the point of going.
We have secured a private visit there, just for our group, on February 21 — no other tourists, and enough time for you to actually stand still.
Only twenty-two of us will be standing under that ceiling, and every one of our trips in recent years has sold out.
If Dendera is calling you, every detail is on the page below.
Twenty-Two Years, and They'd Become Great Roommates
(but no longer lovers)
Last week I told you about Maya and Evan, whose fights went off like fireworks. Karen and James had the opposite problem. They had been married twenty-two years when they came to us, and there was nothing dramatic to report. No betrayal. No blow-up. Nobody had done anything wrong at all, which in a way was the problem, because there was nothing to point at and say there, that's what broke it.
They described themselves as great roommates. They shared a house and a history and a business. They co-parented well. They were kind and polite and they genuinely liked each other, and they hadn't made love in nearly a year.
“I feel like we're just existing next to each other,” Karen said. James said he wasn't sure she even saw him as a man anymore.
And then Karen said the line I have thought about ever since: “I'd love some anger. At least that would mean there's still a spark.”
When we got underneath it, her Core Wound was I'm not perfect enough and his was I'm not lovable, and neither one had anything to do with the other person. What had quietly worn the connection down between them wasn't a lack of love for each other. It was a lack of self-love, in both of them, for years, and it had shown up as every missed touch and every quiet night and every small withdrawal neither of them could have explained at the time.
After they went home, we coached them into something we call the Soft Start. Friday nights, phones put away, candles lit, and then ten minutes lying together fully clothed, just breathing. No agenda. Nothing expected of anybody.
That was the ritual — ten minutes on a Friday night with nothing expected — and on top of the clearing they had already done, that is what lit the fire again.
Ten minutes on a Friday night isn't going to undo twenty-two years on its own, and what went quiet in your house may not be the same thing that went quiet in theirs. But what those two thought was gone had NEVER actually gone anywhere. It was under there, the way the color at Dendera was under the soot, and once they stopped trying to find the spark and started clearing what had settled on top of it, it came back.
So let me ask you gently: what went quiet in your house, and how long ago was it? Clearing what has settled on top is the work our more than 50 Master Practitioners do here, with every retreat custom-designed for the couple in front of them.
The first step is about an hour on the phone with a Soul Guide, and you can start by telling them what went quiet. If a retreat is the way through it, they'll put one together around the two of you.
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(Karen and James's whole story, the Soft Start, and the Blueprint work that changed how they came back to each other? That's Chapter 12 of our new book, High-Vibe Relationship — coming soon.)
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That's all for this week!
Wishing you a week filled with what's been under there all along!