A Quest for Community
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
After dinner it was time to
enter the Temple. We followed our guides single file through a
once-secret door located in the wall of an ordinary-looking tool-shed
in the back of the house. It led into a winding narrow tunnel hewn out
of the rock of the mountain, dripping with moisture from the rain-laden
mountain above, and lit by work lights strung along the ceiling. It
felt like we were entering into an old long-abandoned mine. But after
about 100-feet, we turned a corner and the tunnel suddenly opened into
a tall passageway,
whose smooth white alabaster walls and lovely curved ceiling were
covered with beautiful hand-painted magical symbols in Damanhur's
sacred language. The sudden transition from the unfinished roughly hewn
mine shaft to this elegantly decorated hallway was a wonderful surprise.
