C H A P T E R T W E N T Y:
A P H A R A O H ' S D R E A M.
[Eye of the Pharaoh, Copyright 1990, 1995, by Michael J. Costa, all rights reserved.
First Published in USA in 1992-1994 until alerted on SFNET.BBS by the Author.
Classified Top Secret by the CIA, NSA, Secret Service, and FBI in USA.
With all of my power once regained, I exited the tomb carrying the
scroll, which I will later give to an Egyptologist to decode. I thanked
the Arab for his help and told him to inform the council about the
discovery, so that I will at least acquire credit for something of the
I walked in the breezy afternoon, glaring at my
energized ring containing the infamous third-component. I held it to
the sun and allowed the rays to reflect from its uncut surface. I
decided that I should not bathe in this glory alone. My decision was to
locate my wife's tomb and to give her the breath of life so that she
may accompany me in both my afterlife and my current.
in the hot sun allowed me to grow tired so I took a brief rest on top of
a granite obelisk, which had fallen during some restoration work a year
ago. I stared to the mountains of the Valley of the Queens where my
search would commence. Some people started to walk towards me from the
rest house ten meters away. One of them was an advanced Egyptologist
who acquired knowledge of my discovery. Another was a director of
antiquities at the Luxor museum. The remaining few were merely Arabs
dressed in peasant garb carrying excavation equipment. They asked me
where I would dig next.
I told them that I would begin searching for the tomb of Queen Ankhesenamon
in the Valley of the Queens after I had rested. During the rest
period, the baffled scientists wondered in amazement of my physic
ability to locate my old tomb. They nearly bombarded me with simple
questions to satisfy their quarrelsome worries.
It was four in
the afternoon when I drew enough energy from my will to force myself
upon another equally important discovery. I was now armed with a dark
brimmed hat, a leather whip (for protection), a light weight jacket and a
brass handled shovel.
We walked along a path where famous
queens had their palaces of eternity decked in the mountainside. I
raised my hand, which wore the ring and glanced to the north. The sun
sent a bolt of light to the emerald, which then sent a light beam
towards the valley. The light beam directed itself to a side in the
mountains. I told the assistants to walk in that direction.
we approached the designated location the emerald cast a light in the
corner of the valley. We walked to the site and started digging.
After another three hours, the sun lowered itself to the clouded
horizon and thus sending cool winds across the desert. Our shovels hit
something. I cleared away the sand with a portable dust blower and
brushed off excess dust with a five-inch brush. There was a step with
the Cartouche of my wife's name inscribed upon it. I was delighted.
Without taking a break from our discovery, I ordered the workmen to
start removing the enclosing rubble from the staircase. Stone by stone
were removed and each minute increased my enduring excitement.
We worked until six that evening until the staircase and the first
passage were cleared. The Egyptologist found some alabaster lamps and
unguent containers with both the names of my wife and that of my former
embodiment. I knew that she was buried here, though I did not know
At 6:30 PM the antechamber was uncovered and some gilt
furniture came to light. The objects were similar in design to those,
which were buried with Tutankhamon. At seven o'clock, we posted a guard
and went to the local restaurant and ordered dinner. The curator of
the Luxor museum met us there and we discussed our findings of the day.
Although I did not have a valid permit to dig, they allowed me anyway
since I single-handedly found my old tomb.
Two hours later I
returned to my cruise ship and changed my clothes and took a relaxing
shower. I returned to the site at 8:41 PM and assisted the men with
their spotlight and camera equipment.
I opened the burial
chamber with a crowbar and beamed my flashlight at the hole. The light
bounced off a gold covered wall, probably a burial shrine containing the
coffins. The men were amazed although the sight looked all too
familiar to me. . . After clearing away the plastered door, we entered
the sepulcher in silence.
The crewmen at the
entrance directed the spotlight towards the stairwell and the cameras
would record the findings. I inched along the side of the golden wall
and discovered the entrance with the doors still sealed after 3,000
years. I allowed one of the workmen to photograph the clay seal with
its nine jackals representing the nine chosen enemies of Kemti. The
rope knot was carefully loosened with a slippery gel that caused the
withered rope to be preserved upon its removal. I held the ancient
bronze door handle in my right hand and I swiftly pulled back the door
with ease of its fragile hinges. The door was at first stuck in place
until some lubricant was added, and then the door was opened easily.
Upon the opening of the first set of doors, many artifacts came to
light: first there was an ivory jewel box heaped with golden jewelry,
next were ceremonial garments, and finally there was a shroud dotted
with roses of gilt bronze covering the next shrine. I wasn't positive
as to why there were shrines in this tomb, since usually shrines were
meant for pharaohs and not their queens.
Two more golden
shrines were uncovered and following the removal of more artifacts the
stone sarcophagus appeared in the midst of our discovery. I told the
others to clear a way along the walls of the inner sanctum and that of
the antechamber for room to place the coffins. The workmen lifted the
stone lid from its home and placed it on the side of the sarcophagus.
Next, shovels were placed within the cracks between the coffins for
From the granite
sarcophagus three gilt coffins of similar description were removed. I
waited impatiently as the lid of the interior coffin was being removed.
After the archaeologists took the lid from its place I directed a high
powered flashlight onto its contents. There, laid before me in the form of the goddess Isis, was the mummy of my former loving wife, Ankhesenamon.
Not knowing what to say, I knelt down beside her and glided my hand
across her folded arms as newly formed tears blurred my vision.
Although in reality she was my oldest niece, I regarded her not only as
my wife but also as my purpose for living. . .
eternal quest was at an end. I have both regained my ancient knowledge
and the kindest, most caring creature I ever knew in my environment of
the times. I intended to resurrect her using my combined ancient powers
so that she may assist with my future progress that she would not have
I did not discover her tomb for the fame
and fortune that my predecessors Carter and Carnarvon had, but for the
continuing presence of eternal perfection which inspired my past by
knowing someone who accepted me, not only as a deity, but as a person--
something that never existed in any of my lifetimes beforehand. I
regarded her as a perfect example of the potential ability that all
dependent mutations can acquire, which is of course why I allowed them
to exist on a planet made for life forms of greater value. I not only
loved her as a person, but as a perfect being; probably the reason I
created her. . .
For once in thirty-three
centuries, we were finally together, even if it is in spirit for the
time. I carefully lifted her from her bed of eternity and carried her
past the Arab onlookers who displayed anything less than passion for my
actions. I doubt they'll ever understand what I am performing, and I
hope that they will never have to go through with what I am dealing
I transported her to a lion-headed couch and gently
placed her wrapped corpse on the platform. Using a steel blade I cut
the bandages from around her facial area, revealing to the world the
third oldest daughter of the famous Nefertiti. I noticed some golden
jewelry hanging from the surrounding linen strips so I placed them in my
I removed the ring of Emerauldia from my pocket
and placed it over her heart, assuming it was still there. Next, I
held both of her tightly clasped hands and hung my head over her body,
deeply concentrating on my creative powers which will cause her to live
again, and this time in a new form. Within minutes, her entire body
glowed in an erie Emerald bath of light. During this process a copy of
her soul was being entered into the Emerald which in turn will enter her
Although I wasn't watching the entrance to the
tomb, I did sense the presence of other humans entering the tomb.
These people were from the government. One Arab was the Minister of
Defense while another was the President himself, accompanied by several
bodyguards and assistants, each displaying heavenly awe upon their grief
stricken faces. They probably never saw a true deity before, so I can
understand what they were thinking at the time. I also wondered if I
had committed an unusual crime by performing what they saw. Whatever
they thought, it was of no concern to me.
Her body slowly
floated from the platform and was suspended in air for several minutes.
I rotated her body in circles, like a spoke between chariot wheels. As
she spun in mid-air, parts of her were changed in form: her face became
more fleshy and dark colored, her arms and legs looked almost new, and
her abdomen was bare from the wrappings. As each new part flashed in
color and became new, a jingling sound similar to the rattle of a
sistrum, streamed through the still air. I concentrated even more,
almost knocking myself unconscious as I squatted to the stone floor of
Between spasms of power I glanced upward and watched
her spin, noticing that her hair was once again a midnight black, and
her complexion was a light tan. I suffered incredibly, as I never
before attempted to resurrect something prior to the accumulation of my
powers. My body hurt in several places as I forced the eternal powers
of a god from the recesses of my cranium and of my heart. I suffered
more than that of my opponent Jesus, who hung bolted to a cross. Now we
were even. . .
Her body was now lowered onto the
lion couch and I was relieved from my suffering. I slowly stood up and
stared into the closed eyes of this new girl who I just brought from the
Netherworld. The onlookers gathered around the platform and seemed
amazed yet nervous about what happened. I turned around and eyed the
President and his entourage calmly. The Egyptologist was speechless and
so were the remaining excavators, who probably only expected to see
ancient artifacts and not a godly resurrection.
I clothed her
from some of the enclosed ceremonial garments and removed the numbered
stickers, which the archaeologists had placed for identification. A
bright camera flash nearly blinded me in the electric-torch lit room. I
glanced behind me and heard a small apology from the cameraman who shot
Raising her head with my dust covered hands I opened her
eyes and gave a blow of Emerauldian power over her. One eye opened and
stared into the depths of the tomb behind me, which made me wonder if
she knew that she was alive or still buried in the past. Next, her
second eye opened which directed itself to me. She blinked and then
stared at me with surprise. I doubted that she would be able to
recognize me, considering my current embodiment resembles more of her
father than that of my old self. I massaged her left cheek with my
right hand and sent an age-old reserved kiss to her forehead. She
attempted to sit up and perhaps to escape, but I forced her down until I
informed her about who I am and of the current time in which she lived.
I lowered myself until I was parallel
to her breast, and spoke softly to her. I told her, "Rise my dear
Ankhesenamon, and look beyond the grave at your new life ahead. . . " I
paused. "Do you remember who I am?"
In the English language that
I entered into her vocabulary she asked, "Are you Ptah, God of Gods, or
are you Ay?. . . I was told that I might see you one day by the
priests of Amon. . ."
She still thought that she was dead, so I
attempted to communicate to her in a slightly different way. "No, I am
the afterlife of your husband who left you long ago. I am sorry that I
left you without saying goodbye since you would have felt even more
terrible if I had. I was Tutankhamon, though you may call me either
‘Tut’ or (Horus) Ptah-Amon-Re, as I am the creator god for which the
She replied, ". . . O Tutankhamon, you will
never know how long I have waited to meet you again in the realm of the
dead (no doubt she continued to think that she was in Heaven and not
alive). I have thought about you day and night since you departed from
my reach. . . Why have you returned and where. . where am I?"
told her that she was in her tomb in the Valley of the Queens, and that I
returned to her to ask her forgiveness in the matter of eliminating our
former offspring. The idea still bothered me, even after thousands of
Earth years. She didn't know what I was referring to so I dropped the
subject rather than getting myself into trouble.
I helped to lift her from the lion couch and escorted her past the
government agents and to the entrance. The other people in the tomb
followed us out the subterranean passage and outside the tomb.
One of the government agents drew me aside. He asked me if I wanted
this event to be kept secret, so I told him to classify anything
regarding the resurrection and to publicly announce the discovery of the
tomb and of its contents. The Egyptologist and his followers asked me
whether I wished to keep any of the contents, so I told him to place the
artifacts in a museum for now.
We walked to the ferryboat and
went across the Nile, staring into each other's eyes like cats about to
strike. I could not release my emotions for my situation was too
intense and I would not know what to do anyway. At the other side of
the river, we walked around the city of Luxor searching for a suitable
hotel in which we would communicate our feelings in a relaxed state.
At the hotel we chose a suite in the corner of the seventh floor.
There was a grandeur view of the river to the west, although the windows
were too tinted to see much else. I sorted out some clothes I had
bought from the hotel gift store and asked her to try them on. After
that, we entered the enclosed Jacuzzi where we held each other in the
rising steam. As I held her, my arms embracing her newly formed back
and my head staring into the opposing wall, I thought that my life was
once again perfect.
After the long bath
in the circular hot tub, we ventured through the darkness and into the
large bed located at the center of the room. I pulled up the polyester
cover after we had entered. I stared at her in the darkness as former
memories echoed to me from the grave. She seemed more beautiful now
than when I was pharaoh, given the fact her body was now renewed. We
exchanged kisses after the movements of our mouth parts silenced each
smile, as if dessert wasn't enough. . .
Some time later, we
discussed the future: the future of our relation and of my effect on the
world. The tomb possessions from both of our tombs, those that won't
decay in the years ahead, will be used since this is our afterlife
regardless if the Netherworld is the more appropriate place to use
I had a different idea in mind. I had a plan which would unite all the "terrorist nations"
and Arab countries into one empire. That way, the individual
terrorists will not be able to ruin the world without consent of the
emperor. The funds that would contribute to this plan will come from
those countries in the past who had an illegal hold over Egypt as well
as the ancient part of the country. One of those nations is, no doubt,
Britain. When my tomb was discovered, Britain paid for the excavation
and hoped to claim what is mine for their private usage. I will not
allow future lands to perform this illegal action again.
The next day I returned to the cruise boat and informed my relatives
that a friend will be accompanying us throughout the rest of our
voyage. When I was asked who it was, I stated that the person was an
assistant of my publisher and was also involved in the distribution of
my book. I hoped that this ruse would be followed without question.
The government of Egypt daily monitored my whereabouts as well as
Ankhesenamon's, and occasionally a representative was brave enough to
ask a few questions. The ship stopped at the city of Aswan where the
dam holds back the majority of the river. After staying there for one
night, we flew over to Abu Simbel and photographed Ramses's temple. I
considered Ankhesenamon to now be a mere girlfriend rather than inform
everyone that she had at one time been my wife. It was easier on my
At the end of the cruise we flew to an area
around the Red Sea and stayed at a resort stationed there. The
government persisted in following us to whatever place we visited.
Whether or not the government actually believed in afterlife it didn't
matter, for what they observed in that dark tomb appeared as the act of a
god and not of a grieving human who tried to have once again what he
had lost. They clung to me in a similar way in which their ancestors
clung to the idols they worshipped. But, who am I to complain?
Towards the end of my vacation in Egypt, I asked the President to take
care of Ankhesenamon while I am gone for I have my American life to
finish before I can return. Before I left her in the president's care, I
told her goodbye. If only I had told her that before I died, then
perhaps I would not feel so terrible about saying it now. This time, at
least, she understood my intentions. Her gleaming smile waved back to
me as I left in a silver-plated Mercedes, compliments of the Minister of
Back in the United States, I finished a
partially incomplete course in college. At home I frequently looked at
pictures from my trip and the souvenirs which reminded me of the
pleasurable stay in my old country. The fabulous ring with its magical
powers I kept hidden from view in a selected area in my closet marked
"Egypt". Since I am the only person in my family who is interested in
that subject, I decided that the ring was safe there.
summer was almost beginning, so I called the President of Egypt on his
private phone via satellite. I was not scheduled to go anywhere during
the summer so I decided to once again visit my old land and perhaps
discuss my future with the embassy of Egypt. I would not enter as a
tourist but rather as an ambassador, from the Netherworld.
president warned against my coming due to several suggestions of war
among the Arab nations. I was not scared easily by the idea of war, so I
told him to prepare the red carpet for his private jet, which I would
When I arrived in a private airport
in Cairo, the country appeared to have a persistent illness. That
illness is war. Ever since I was pharaoh, there was a frequency of
ill-fated treaties, which resulted in a minor battle. I was adjusted to
understand those problems, so should I bring together all the nations
with poor agreements then perhaps there will be no future ailments when
peace treaties are called for.
A Limousine to the president’s
office from the airstrip transported me. Ankhesenamon was waiting
impatiently in the office when I arrived. The President had a worried
look on his face when he turned to me from a row of windows. He briefly informed me that the nations of Syria and Libya were slowly amassing weapons of various character, some were chemical and some were traditional. He
also received word that Libya had purchased ten nuclear rockets from a
spy in the Soviet Union. This would be devastating information for the
United States should Libya use the rockets and other combined arms
against U.S. protectorates in the Middle East, such countries as Egypt
itself. One aspect of good news is that the U.S. supplies weapons to Egypt,
although there were not enough personnel to operate them. Even if
Egypt were united with Israel in a war against these opponents, with the
combined artillery of both countries, they still would not have enough
manpower to use them.
For two weeks I
stayed in Cairo, learning some political concepts and tactics from the
president's officials. I watched the way he handled his occupation. I
also attempted to smooth my already glossy relation with my former love,
who seemed to be changing in the modern era.
During the middle
of the third week, the president and some agents paraded down the main
streets in Cairo in honor of a political holiday. The sight reminded me
of the time former President Sadat paraded about the city in
remembrance of the Yom Kippur War, during which renegade agents killed
Halfway through the parade I noticed a speeding black car
in a collision course with the President's Limousine. I called out to
him from inside the car to sit down and to stop waving to his fans. He
told me not to worry. Moments later, the speeding car allowed a black
draped arm holding a semi-automatic weapon to fire a series of slugs in
the direction of his open window. I drew myself backwards, almost
splashing my wife's margarita into the lap of a secret service agent
armed with a silenced Uzi. The president was shot twice: once in his
upper right shoulder, the other scraped his neck causing a semi-massive
blood spill. Although he was wearing a bullet resistant vest, it didn't
prevent the armor-piercing bullets from shattering his career. We
dragged him inside, in care of his mortal wounds. I grabbed the agent's
gun and sprayed the speeding car with enough bullets to destroy all its
We drove to a local hospital
and delivered him to an emergency room where doctors took care of him. I
went back to the president's office and called the vice-president on
line #2 over the radio. The vice-president was in Peru at the time,
exploring archaeological findings, which he compared to Egyptology.
Since the vice-president could not be reached I decided, with the
permission of the Minister of Defense, to temporarily control the land
as acting-president. This decision made a few thousand sparks of
interest to Ankhesenamon, who ached to see this happen. Finally, as it
would seem, that something of this nature would again happen to me; that
I would be a ruler under similar circumstances as when I first became
Instead of the traditional coronation procedures,
which take months of planning, and that the nation needed an immediate
ruler to supervise its health, I quickly armed myself with the rank of
“Supreme President”. Should I remain in power after the wars, only then
will I agree to the coronation procedures.
Without waiting for
my enemies to attack, as if the assassination attempt wasn't a
declaration of war, I decided to wage war against our immediate
enemies. I sent an advisor to France for the accumulation of emergency
tribute, which would pay for the wars. As France once sponsored Egypt
as well as participated in some of its disputes, I could see no reason
as to why it wouldn't help.
As my first act as president, I ordered that all the borders
and boundary lines of Egypt be frozen until the dispute is stable.
This would prevent the foreign agents from entering and thus prevent
anymore problems such as the one that just occurred.
that all military artillery and soldiers be mobilized for attack on the
western border, as Libya is the prime enemy in this war. I called the
Prime Minister of Israel to accompany us, that is join forces, in this
battle and all that follow as we would be working under the floor-plan
established by Sadat. After all the American made and traditional
military equipment was activated, I noticed that at least one-half were
still in the harbors and hangers -- waiting for use.
the ring of Emerauldia on my third finger as I thought about what I
should do next. I decided that I would resurrect all the mummified,
ancient Egyptians found in museums across the world to operate the
vehicles of war still remaining. Since they were already dead, there
won't be any casualties of war. . .
In order to make my idea
possible, I needed to be in an area at the center of Egypt, this place
was the pyramid of Khufu. I ordered that a couch from my wife's tomb be
placed inside the crypt of Khufu on which I would sleep due to the
power drain that occurs whenever I attempt to resurrect something from
the past. Ankhesenamon was nervous about my decision, though I was
confident this time.
The next day I laid
down upon the ancient platform in the burial chamber of that great
pharaoh, holding the ring with its magical powers. In my hands I held
my original scepters of power, the crook and flail (taken from the
museum under direct order). I concentrated on the ring as Ankhesenamon
stood by me and watched curiously. Soon, the entire chamber was
engulfed by green light. I concentrated upon my feelings of my past; I
thought about all those people I knew and who served me. I probably
didn't take much interest about them back then, but now I was upset that
I didn't acquire a better relation with them. Nevertheless, I thought
about everyone who I had met during my time as pharaoh (what I called
"per-aa"), and all those who lived in Kemti.
surrounding me pulsed with activity as I was now in deep thought. As I
later discovered, all the mummies of the ancient world rose up from
their glass cases and flew from their captivity as wings sprouted from
their bandaged bodies. They looked like giant butterflies, storming in
clusters and entering the war machines, which later charged through
enemy lines. Their instructions came from me as I lay near the
sarcophagus of a great ruler. I controlled their thoughts easily, and I
also concentrated on falcons, which flew above them so that I could
oversee their progress.
The next day, Libya surrendered at the
hands of my "spirit brigade". I ordered my troops to collect all
foreign vehicles for use on our side, against Syria.
Over the next month, the
nations of Syria, Libya, Palestine, Iran, Iraq, Turkey (where Hittites
used to be), Lebanon and Jordan succumbed to the power of the ancients
under my declaration. The nations of Israel and Sudan were united with
Egypt by their own accord. Saudi Arabia took no part in this activity,
I ordered that all conquered lands be united with Egypt to form an empire. This empire was labeled "The United Egyptian Imperial-Republic,"
and the national flag was composed of many smaller sections, each of
which constituted the original nation's flag. Egypt's flag was once
again green with a crescent moon and three stars, with the added
insignia of ancient Egypt: the scepter of Ptah encircled by waves of
fire and water. The scepter emerged from a blue Lotus flower, and above
was seven four-pointed stars.
The manner of government is the
following: ministers are over each section or city, Prime ministers over
each ten ministers. Vice-presidents control each former country, while
four "pharaohs" control four combined regions with a vice-emperor for
every two pharaohs. At the apex is the Supreme Pharaoh or emperor of
the entire realm. The emperor will be chosen by a two-thirds vote of a
congress of ten representatives. The emperor will appoint each
vice-emperor. Each pharaoh will be elected by a secret ballot by the
Prime ministers who in turn are elected by the ministers. The ministers
are thus chosen directly from the people, as are the ten selected
representatives. Well, something like that.
After the war, I visited the president at the hospital. When I told
him what happened, he was shocked and pleased as well. I asked him if I
could be his co-regent rather than reigning alone with the permission
of the president's subjects. A long pause followed. I knew that he
wouldn't want a foreigner to rule, although Egypt was dominated by
foreign rule long in between my two lives. Given his unfortunate
situation and his inability to rule directly, he agreed upon a temporary
contract, which proclaimed me as ruler of Egypt and of its empire.
When he is better, only then will I have to leave office. Although the
president would be the ruler of Egypt, he would not be the emperor of
the territory, which I acquired, meaning that I would still be the
emperor of the UEIR.
I decided that if I am destined to rule as
emperor, then I must appear as such. I ordered a palace, large in size
and functions, to be built in the territory bordering Egypt and Sudan.
I also proclaimed that all of my tomb possessions that are usable in
this life be brought to me. These objects will fill the palace combined
with Ankhesenamon's artifacts so that the palace will look as if it
were from ancient origin. After all, most people of the world have in
the past already seen the tomb possessions so, in a sense, who will miss
The next week I returned to California and informed my
relatives that I will live in the empire most of the time, and
occasionally return to visit. They didn't realize that I caused the
empire to form, and were concerned.
later discovered that the only reason I was allowed to rule was in part
due to my alleged powers, one of which is the power of resurrection. I
performed what was necessary, though I did not intend to proclaim myself
as a god as did someone else in the past. . . Besides, who will
complain during my scheduled Apocalypse?
The organization of
the empire was running smoothly. Soon enough will the empire appear as
some of the past, such as the Roman Empire. I always wanted to have a
large area to rule, without enemies disturbing the progress of my
subjects. That was my wish even before I entered the embodiment of
Tutankhamon. I seem to have the power to resurrect almost anyone from
the past, all except my past embodiment. The reason is simple: should I
bring back my past body, then the soul within me will have to leave and
therefore send my current embodiment into oblivion. Besides, it
wouldn't work anyway; the body is too destroyed to attempt a
resurrection. Only those preserved, or who have recently died without
the soul being erased, can relive in this world under my permission.
The next problem was the confusion of religion. With my presence here,
many humans will start to worship me as their ancestors worshipped Jesus
as a spiritual leader. I did not want this to happen. All I can do is
to say that if they want to worship a god, then they must prove their
worthiness to me and therefore worship anyone from the past whom they
think has achieved "enlightenment." This will prevent them from
worshipping false deities.