Kemet-Ra, Nalaya and Lia - a true story you will feel

I was Nalaya.

I was a priestess in ancient Egypt.

A bearer of ancient wisdom.

I lived for the truth that flowed through the body,

for the light that did not come from the sky,

but from the depth of desire.

I lived in the Temple of Love –

not romantic love,

but the eternal, free, living kind. ✨🌟

Nalaya

I knew my path was different.

I didn’t want to separate – I wanted to unite.

I knew that desire is not the opposite of spirituality –

but its embodiment.

And that made me dangerous. 🌿

I was part of an inner temple circle,

one of the women who did not just perform rituals,

but carried deep, ancient knowledge.

I was initiated into the connection of:

✨ Light and body

✨ Touch and awareness

✨ Desire and divinity

I served the divine order,

but I was in conflict with the structures

that wanted to keep that light small.

I was different.

Because I didn’t separate.

Not between love and temple.

Not between womanhood and priesthood.

Not between ecstasy and prayer.

At that time, sacred sexuality was only permitted for a select few –

initiates, men in positions of power, or a few chosen priestesses.

It was a knowledge kept hidden,

not to protect it – but to maintain control.

Because if everyone could feel that holiness –

through touch, through desire, through light –

they could no longer be manipulated.

There would be no need for fear, no rules, no power structures.

But I – I wanted to change that.

I wanted this energy to return to the people.

I no longer wanted to keep it hidden.

I opened it – quietly, courageously, through my being.

And… I shared it with him. With Kemet-Ra.

Kemet-Ra

Kemet-Ra was strong. Silent. Watchful.

He was a warrior and a guardian.

And I saw him – deeper than all others.

I knew: his soul remembers.

But his mind was still trapped. 🌠

I loved him. Not superficially, not briefly –

but with everything I was. 🤍

I met him during a ceremony in the temple.

It was night. The air was still.

The sand warm from the day’s sun.

And then – my eyes met his.

In that moment,

the world stopped.

Not outwardly – but inside me.

A quiet quake beneath the surface.

No thunder. No lightning.

Just a deep, clear, unmistakable voice inside me:

“He is different.

And he will move everything in me.”

I had not sought him.

But he had found me.

Or…

our souls had found each other.

As they had many times before.

As they always do –

when it’s time to remember.

It began quietly.

Secretly.

Deeply.

We didn’t speak much.

But our fields whispered –

and our souls listened.

Looking back now, I know:

We didn’t fall in love.

We remembered.

And when we touched for the first time –

gently, almost shyly –

it was as if a door opened inside me

that had never really been closed.

A knowing rose within me.

Not from the mind –

but from eternity:

“I know you.

I have never forgotten you.

And I will never again not feel you.”

Our connection was like the sound

of an instrument we never learned

but always knew how to play.

It was there.

And I knew:

This was the beginning of something great.

Something sacred.

Something unstoppable.

Our meeting was no coincidence.

It was guided. By the stars. By memory.

By that which still wanted to shine within us both.

And I wanted him to come with me.

Out of the system.

Out of the battle.

Out of all that made him small.

I said: “Come with me. Let us begin anew.”

We met in secret.

Our encounters were full of light, full of depth –

but also full of danger.

For it was forbidden to unite physically outside the temple.

Especially with a man who was not initiated.

But I believed in love – and in our connection.

But it did not remain hidden.

They found out about us.

About what had happened between us.

And suddenly, I was no longer the priestess.

I was the one who had “defiled” herself.

The one who had “given herself.”

The one who had become “unclean.”

Kemet-Ra could not handle it.

Not the guilt.

Not the projection that fell back on him.

Suddenly they said he had fallen – because of me. With me.

I was the danger. The impure. The seductress. ❌🪜

He believed it.

He began to see me with different eyes.

And said:

“One cannot be with a woman like that.

Not one who does such things.

Who explores sacred sexuality with other men.”

He wanted something else.

A quiet woman.

One who gives him children.

Who stays silent.

Who loves – but doesn’t shine.

I stood there, torn.

Between love for him – and love for myself.

I would have given up everything, just to be with him.

But I would have lost myself.

And so I walked away.

With tears.

With a broken heart.

With the wound of a soul that remembers

but is not held. 😔💔

Lia

Thousands of years later, I am Lia.

And it repeated.

I met him again –

in a new body, with a new name.

But with the same struggle. 👁✨

Again he asked me to abandon my truth.

Again I was meant to let go of my calling,

to be good enough for him.

Again I stood before the choice:

Do I stay with myself – or with him?

This time, I stayed with me. 🌿🌟

Not because it was easy.

But because I understood.

My soul lesson was:

✨ Not to betray myself anymore,

just to not be alone. 💪

✨ Not to make myself small,

just to be loved. 🤞💖

✨ To live my truth –

even if it means letting go of someone I love. 🤍💔

I walked away. Again.

But not in guilt.

Not in doubt.

Not in anger.

I walked away in clarity.

And with love for myself. 🙏🏻🌿

I carry the memory.

But I carry no burden.

I am no longer Nalaya,

who had to choose.

I am Lia.

And I unite all that I am. 🧶💫

I am free. 🚀