Curse of the Sphinx

(A true account, while in Egypt, 1998)


Not one police guard or soldier saw him, other than the soldier captain, and the guide who was with the stranger in the unanimous dark night, standing between the two large feet of the Sphinx, in Egypt, outside of Cairo. But in a few minutes there would be no one who did not know the taciturn man who came from America, who now stood deeply inside those two paws of the Sphinx (side by side)—no one that is within a mile from the Sphinx, he took a picture with his camera, a flash that lit up the midnight area. What was certain was that the man climbed up alongside of the Sphinx, without noticing the all-purpose police, the guards of the Sphinx, those who saw his camera’s flash, nauseated they were not to have been told of his presence, and bloodthirsty for money, it cost $1400, to do what he was doing for $140-dollars, of which he paid only the guide and Captain of the Army, stationed by the Sphinx. This area was likened to a sacred temple, which devoured centuries of ancient rituals, pious devotion, and holy mist within its desert surroundings. Although it would seem, the god or demigod that encased, or enshrined this ancient wonder, no longer received the homage of men, not at least as in the ancient days of Egypt. This stranger, tourist, stretched himself upward as if to sit upon the Sphinx, its body, as his pedestal; he was awakened by the guide, whom was frightened of some kind of spiritual, and military retaliation. The stranger was astonished to find the guard’s words trembled and had weakened; there was a determination to get him out of there quickly.
He knew this place required his most invisible intent, meaning, the ruins belonged to the ancient gods of the dead, and all whom was to experience it, needed to pay a reverence duty, to all the guards, and police and soldiers, making the sum—as I mentioned before—sum total of: $1400-dollars (consequently, only two people got paid with that lesser sum, whereas there were several unpaid).
What he was to the police guard that was rushing up to see what the flash was, would be nothing less than a spy, disrespectfully on his shift, and the Captain of the Army (that is, the soldier or soldiers that were assigned to guard the sphinx) was to be his protection, yet he, the Captain was the only soldier present, was fearful of the magic, and power and chill of the moment, as they all looked at the stranger, near the dilapidating Sphinx.
Prior to all this, when the stranger was near the chest of the Sphinx, looking up at its head, the evil spirit within its strata—staring down upon him (of which he could sense), it seemed to have guided him to that near impossible dilemma he’d find himself in, within a matter of minutes, through the supernatural spirit within those ancient stone walls of the Sphinx (perhaps it was Seth). There was a near magic projection that was exhausting the proximity of the expanse, and in his mind, as well, which contained the presence of the inhabited ruins, for it seemed to contain a minimum of the visible world (yet remaining imprisoned with no body and needing one to activate his evil intentions), where his presence was nourishment enough for him to be activated—would be in the police guard that would confront the stranger, which was consecrated to the sole task of bringing chaotic into his new amphitheatre, the one he now found himself in.
The young police guard lectured the stranger, an examination took place—an inquisitive one, one with vengeance written all over his face, and the stranger intuitively knew he was sent by Seth, as his physical phantom— the stranger sensed the perplexities, a growing intelligence in the body of the police guard, Seth was seeking a soul, worthy of participating in his universe, thus the police guard pulled forward and raised up his automatic rifle, passively the stranger looked, was ready to react—pretending he was not going to oppose him, yet the stranger saw in his eyes, he’d be buried in the sands of the Egyptian desert, should he not react, but he prayed silently, not saying a word, not answering a question, and then came another stranger, and he dismissed the vast illusory guard, telling the stranger, “You have good fortune, you would have been shot and buried as a spy out in the desert here had I not come in time, walk now, quickly out of here before catastrophe takes place.”
All that night and all the following long day, the insupportable clarity of that incident befell him, to a point of insomnia. Before resuming his tour and adventure, and his equilibrium, he purified himself with prayer, and thanked God, with his heart still throbbing.


Notes: Based on actual events which took place in the summer of 1998, Story No: 484, written: October 2, 2009