#myalienish #stories #egypt #part3

They say the most important journeys aren’t about places, but about states of being. About those moments when you climb a mountain not just to admire the view, but to remember who you are.

For years, I wandered through the mystical lands of Romania, guided only by intuition, in search of sacred places—those with high vibrational energy, the ones that “called” to me. And slowly, I began to intuitively trace energetic triangles connecting ancient points of power. Our ancestors clearly knew about these connections. It’s no coincidence that they built fortresses in the most “unreasonable” places. These golden triangles were, in fact, initiatic paths into cosmic mysteries. Perhaps that’s the true source of the legendary “Dacian immortality.”

I remember one time when I felt called to explore a wilder triangle.

So, off I went—Omu Peak – Șinca Veche Cave – the Dacian Fortress of Racoș. I spent a night in a cabin on Omu Peak, then in a hammock above the Șinca Veche cave. And finally… in the tiny office of Racoș train station. Yep. Because once I got to Racoș, I was met with some not-so-welcoming local stories. My plan was to hike to the fortress and sleep there in my hammock, but I arrived late, and the trail was unmarked. The mountain whispered: “maybe keep it safe this time.”

The next morning, I woke up at dawn and climbed to the fortress, determined to close the triangle. It was all good—until the descent. Suddenly… the path vanished. I couldn’t recognize anything around me. As if the forest itself wanted to show me something more. I went “straight through,” thorns and all, guided by one single thought: I knew the Olt River was to my right, and if I kept heading that way, sooner or later, I’d get there. And I did. Definitely a lesson tucked in there.

So now, why am I telling you all this? In January, during my first trip to Egypt, I met a local friend—someone I instantly felt was meant to guide me. When I returned in May, I wrote to him and said: “I feel I need to go somewhere specific, but I don’t know where. God will guide you, and you’ll tell me.”

Not long after, his answer came, clear and simple: Dendera. That’s the first place I visited—a temple where the energy of the sacred feminine pulses at a high, almost extra-intraterrestrial frequency. Then, I asked him again: “There’s another place I’m supposed to go.” And he answered: Abydos—a deeply masculine space, where time seems to melt into eternity.

Then, I asked him again: “There’s another place I’m supposed to go.” And he answered: Abydos—a deeply masculine space, where time seems to melt into eternity.

This trinity—feminine, masculine, divine child—is the very key to creation. And somehow, mysteriously and beautifully, I was guided there. Not just to Egypt, but deeper into myself. And it felt profoundly healing. My inner home feels like it laid another stone in building that soft strength I spoke of earlier.

There are still many sacred places calling me. And with God’s grace, all the doors will open in time. The journey continues—step by step, in the rhythm of the heart.

Now then… stay tuned for #part4. There’s something beautiful I still want to share—with roots in both Romania and Egypt.