Personal Preface                                   

 

“All religions refer to the same deity. It is light and vibration. It is our

purpose to return to and remain with it through the rest of our days”

(A Sanani Indian in trance during a medial session 1999)

 

I have experienced 10 difficult, great and stirring trips to Giza. They have changed me as evidenced in this book. I do not want to convince anyone to simply believe my adventures; I merely want to pass on my impressions. I feel I am almost obliged to do so. I have been able to experience great things and have come to realize that this experience gains sense only in telling others and allowing them to participate in it.

 

The journeys to Giza went far beyond mere scientific undertakings to the Pyramids. For me they also became spiritual adventures. I ventured far back into the history of humankind to gain insight into wherefrom, why and whereto. This is the legacy that was bestowed upon me and which I now wish to pass on. Today, I realize that each individual trip fits wonderfully into a whole. For having made this possible I owe my gratitude to…

 

But wait. I must start at the beginning. Now, where and when did it really begin? Perhaps at the outset it was the disappointment of the youngster I was then, wanting to know and feel more instead of only believing. Having been raised a catholic; I was a religious child that was deeply inspired by the story of Jesus. Though my protestant mother and catholic father were aware of this fact, they themselves were more down to earth.

 

However, at my grandmother’s house, located in the Italian part of Switzerland and where I often spent my vacations, a more religious atmosphere prevailed. This influenced me to such an extent that at the age of twelve I served mass as an altar boy. The village priest was very sociable and I admired how lovingly he mingled with everyone. Yet, still I was disappointed. Neither he nor later catechism, the vicars nor my confirmation priest, could answer my deeply rooted questions. “You just have to believe,” was the usual response.

 

It struck me that their statements were not actually based on their own experience, but on knowledge they had read or memorized. I left the church at the age of 21! In spite of this, I believe this is when I began on my spiritual path – in this phase of deep skepticism. As far as I was concerned there may be an elementary, higher or creative power, but what does it still have to do with me today? And Darwin with his “Theory of Evolution”: the emergence of a human being from a single cell seemed to be even less plausible.

 

Giza on the Glacier

 

And yet I was missing something. My inner craving remained intact. I still entertained the thought within that there must be answers to my slumbering questions. What is the purpose of life? How were humans created? Was it through this deity that never reveals itself? Was it through the promised redemption? Redemption from what, for what purpose?

 

I did what many people do – I tried this and that in an effort to find answers. My aids were autogenous training and various types of meditation. I also read a great deal. A determining factor was most likely my re-discovery of prayer. Was this perhaps always the beginning of every spiritual path? At any rate, I was tentatively on the verge of a new belief.

It was during this time, on a 2-day solo hike, alone at night in a tent on the Sardona glacier that I had a weird dream:

I was in Giza! I stood between the pyramids. As if by magic, the heavy stone blocks began to move. Priests stood around me. I heard one of them utter “You shall return to this place soon”.

 

I woke up early in the morning in the lonely mountain landscape as bewildered as I was impressed. I pictured the dream in astounding clarity throughout the day. What did this mean? I did not know but I realized the sensation of re-birth.

Something within me began to grow. My belief in us humans as the likeness of a loving deity of creation reawakened in me with greater intensity. We were not alone! That was already fascinating in itself. Was it perhaps just waiting for us to unfurl ourselves to it? Would I experience more if I were to open myself?

 

And of course, the reference to Giza did not let go of me. Though I couldn’t place it properly, I could, at least, take it seriously. So I immersed into new books and old scriptures. I informed myself on the myths stemming from various cultures as well as religious records. I again began to believe in a redemption plan. It was mentioned in all religions. It could even be traced back to ancient cultures. In each GENESIS there was a primary creator (God, Jahwe, Allah, Brahma, etc.) who first created a spiritual world followed by a material world with all its forms of life. A large closed cycle connects the two worlds. And basically all religions said the same thing: The conscious human shall return from the material to the spiritual world. And throughout, mention was made of light-beings guiding humans on their path back to their spiritual home. In this way, the humanbeing would be prepared to follow this path.

And I? Was I prepared? This seemed to be a great endeavor. Would and could I embark on this endeavor? How else could I prove the truth of these hypotheses?

 

I am an independent entrepreneur and live in a real world with real demands on me as a businessman, as well as an independent explorer. Common sense is what was expected of me. I was used to analytical thinking and to take responsibility. Were these spiritual conceptions not a contradiction? And, if not, how could they be brought into alignment?

 

Do you not have any further questions?

 

In 1999 another key event helped me. It started with my participation as a disbeliever or, at least, a very skeptical Rico Paganini in a medial session.

 

A Canadian Sanani would connect to the spiritual world. Really? Was that at all possible? Was that not some sort of hocus-pocus? How should I ever be able to determine whether he was telling the truth or merely dreaming up a story? What being “from the other side” would provide us with information? Nevertheless, I prepared myself with a load of doubts. My list of questions grew long, very long.

 

Then he entered. He suddenly stood in the room – a nearly 2-meter (6-foot) tall Indian, a Sanani. The tape-recorder was turned on as he abruptly started to speak in a totally different voice. I was asked to pose the questions I had prepared the night before. I was totally astonished. When he then introduced me to my guardian being, whom he had been able to contact, my doubts seemed to diminish, for it was too obvious that this being knew me all too well. This was nothing that the Sanani could have known himself. In the true sense, a window to heaven opened up before me. My assumptions became my belief in knowledge.

I learned of the experiences and incarnations I had already experienced on earth, in particular the ONE in Giza. Everything seemed to fit and I now understood my vision on the glacier in a larger context. It was more than I had expected. I was fully satisfied. “But you prepared many more questions the previous night” was the astounding invitation to continue my questioning and which my guardian transmitted through the Indian.

Perhaps this was moment that I underwent a change of perspective.

At any rate, I was now on my way towards opening up for the things I would later encounter. And I finally wanted to go to Giza. A first journey was planned, but then I received a message, which changed everything. This was my third key encounter.

 

“Soon you will embark on a journey to a land which is today called Egypt. It is an ideal time to do so (….) As an Atlantean you have long maintained a strong inner bond to this place. So go forth for the salvation of your soul (…) but be wary of the dark beings present in such places that will endeavor to disturb and hinder your undertakings. Thus, choose your paths cautiously and be heedful in Giza and the so-called Mount of Moses (Mount Sinai).”

(Thoth – May 27, 2000)

 

I was astonished. I was stirred. I could not believe nor comprehend that someone from a long lost world should have addressed me. Someone? No! He revealed himself as Thoth. A deity from ancient times? Perhaps it was the joy of having been addressed by him that I suppressed the warning regarding the dark beings!

 

A holy name is called upon

 

Accompanied by a good friend, in May 2000 I stood in front of the pyramids for the first time, and, as anyone probably would be, I was amazed and deeply touched by their majestic beauty. I also recall my awe. I could feel the immense energies that have been at work here (and still prevail?). What is the meaning of this place? What did these structures stand for? Alas, I did not yet know, but I was open to new perspectives. We began our field experiments and measurements on site with joy and a touch of euphoria. I had given no further thought to the dark beings supposedly at work since everything was proceeding smoothly. I was astonished; I learned and soon realized that this one stay would not suffice and that I would return.

 

We began our journey home. Via Suez we crossed the Sinai desert and reached the Mount of Moses (Mount Sinai). We did not want to miss the opportunity of climbing it. Owing to numerous military checkpoints and lengthy waiting we were late in reaching Saint Catherine’s Monastery at the foot of the mountain at 11:00 p.m. We would only be able to sleep a few hours since we had planned to reach the top of the mountain by 5:00 a.m. in order to observe the legendary sunrise over 3 continents.

We occupied a small hut. The friendly guard promised to wake us on time. It was a scant room but the two cots were totally sufficient. After a short prayer my friend and I fell into a restless slumber – or did we fall into a realm between dream and reality?

My friend seemed to be sleeping as I got up, because I was irritated by a strange noise and a draft. But did he see and hear how I got up to close the window? Did I really leave my bed? Was I in a semi-sleep state, or perhaps not? An icy cold flowed through me and I felt it very distinctly. Also the paralysis coming over my body was very real.

I was afraid and knew in that very moment that we are not alone. I could hear voices from beings. They were really there. They started speaking louder in an ancient language, unknown to me – and suddenly I see that one of the beings is insulting my friend and attacking him! This cannot be, this all had to be a bad dream! Meanwhile, my friend was sleeping and yet panicking inside. He felt, as I did, that someone was there. He felt the same paralysis that came over me me. He knew he must wake me up because we were in danger. Light! Where is the light switch? But his body was also unable to react. He fought. He must wake me up. Somehow he managed to throw a pillow at my head. The night table at my side fell over. He saw it, he knew it and yet nothing happened.

 

I lunged in front of the being attacking and pushing it aside, until it gave way. And yet nothing happened or changed. Ever more beings circled around us. I wondered if my friend also felt my distress. At the time, I did not yet realize that he felt the same. To me it seemed like he was still sleeping.

Darkness and cold began to assume claustrophobic proportions. And as I noticed how my energy was diminishing and it grew afraid that we would succumb, my friend realized he must risk all and shouted aloud into the dark room: “Jesus Christ”. The beings suddenly disappeared as if they were ghosts.

We were alone and I could slowly move again. I sensed my friend’s restless breath. I heard breath upon breath until we slowly calmed down. I was exhausted, but felt awake until someone stirs my arm. It was my friend waking me up. The window I thought I had closed was wide open.

 

This is probably what it seems like when two shipwrecked people stranded on an island, saved from great danger, recount their experience: the two of us sitting on our beds. Though we were both relieved, we were still excited and perplexed. Almost all our experiences and perceptions were identical. There was no reason to believe in a dream or hallucination, the mutual experiences and feelings were too identical and nearly synchronous.

 

Though perhaps I did not yet realize it at the time, but today in retrospect I realize that from that day on I embarked on my path. For a moment we were inclined to call everything off and not risk the ascent. I had now come to realize the unsafe resistance we would have to reckon with. Did I want to take this risk? No, said my logical reasoning. Yes, said my inner voice, you are going.

We followed our feelings, climbed up and it was wonderful.

So began my exploration of al Giza (Egypt) that resulted in an adventure which I have attempted to convey in this trilogy.

 

The spirit of redemption, which inspired my companions and me, is the same as the one that my friend and I encountered in the hut on the slope of the so-called Mount of Moses.

 

My chaperon, who escorted me in writing volume II “DEI-Legacy” was none other than the Archangel Gabriel, who, together with Michael and Chamuel constitutes the trinity which plays a major role in the history of mankind.

 

The being, which guided us on all 10 journeys and assisted me in volume I – “Giza Legacy” was the same one that warned me of my first journey and at the same time connects me with Giza.

 

The mighty pyramids and their underground mysteries hold legacies purer than the most transparent diamonds. One of them states;

“The wonder of cognition is within you”.

The Giza adventure and all that we have learned in the process regarding the Spiritual World has changed my life. All my senses are sharper; the deep hidden knowledge within me has given way to the treasure of my own experience and wisdom.

 

It is my wish, dear reader, that you may experience this same wonder. However, I am fully aware that only you can decide whether this can be the case or not. Join us on this expedition; allow yourself to get a sense of our experience or even feel inspired to embark on your own spiritual path. I cordially invite you to do so. Try not to read this book only with your mind, but also with your heart. On many occasions we also had to overcome our logical reasoning and old beliefs in order to see, feel and verify with heart. I hope and wish that this book of spiritual guidance might serve to enhance the understanding of who we really are, particularly for better mutual understanding between races and religions. There is probably no human experience more beautiful or more exciting than the journey into one’s own self, a place so far and yet so near. With this I wish you joy and deep knowing on your own path.

 

Rico Paganini