Excursion Through the Dead Sea Region
Mar 15th, 2010 by lindasmith
My last entry comes as we finished our two week trip through Egypt and Jordan. The filming of the Frankincense Trail was completed, the camera people had packed and left, Gary and Mary Young had left for their next adventures but 91 of us were still in Jordan, heading back to Amman to catch many flights back to the U.S., Canada, Germany, England and Australia. Our tour guides arranged a world-wind one day trip through the Dead Sea Region on our way back to Amman.

Our first stop was at St. George’s Church in the town of Madaba where in the floor was discovered the earliest map of Palistine done in mosaic. In history we went through an iconoclastic period where images were destroyed out of religious zeal. A good portion of this floor map was destroyed before someone thought to cover it up with sand and put another floor over it. It exists in a Greek Orthodox church. As we were hearing about the map, a priest happened by and asked in a very American accent where we were from. As it turns out, he was from Cincinnati, OH and was now stationed in Madaba.
From Madaba, we went up to Mount Nebo where it is believed that Moses died. There is a memorial to Moses there. On this mountain top, the wind was very chilly. You could see the entire valley below stretching to the promised land. 
Moses of course is one of the greatest prophets of the old testament and
is honored by Jewish, Christian and Islamic faiths. There is the ruins of a Byzantine church on the site. The Franciscans bought the land in the 1930’s and maintain it to this day. Although a church has not been rebuilt on this site, you can go under a great tent to see the mosaic floor of this once great Byzantine church.
From Mt. Nebo, our buses wound down the mountain to the Jordan river and to the place where Jesus was baptized. Being at a much lower altitude it was quite warm. Getting out of our buses, we noticed that there were actually many churches in the area–it seems every Christian denomination needs their own church to honor the place of baptism. The one church we were taken to is
St. John the Baptist, another Orthodox church with exquisite icons. 
Our guide told us that this church really does have a gold dome on it, a gift from President Putin of Russia when he visited the site a few years ago. the guide then added, “laundry money.” Walking on beyond this gold domed church, we arrived at actually a muddy hole, the place where Jesus was baptized.
Walking a little further, we reached the borders of the Jordan river where there was a fountain of clear water.
Jeffrey Lewis is seen here dipping into the baptismal waters. From across the Jordan (now just a muddy stream), we could see Israel. 
The last picture at this site is of me sitting beside a mosaic of the baptism of Jesus.
Loading up on our buses once again, we headed for lunch at the Dead Sea. The food was outstanding but we didn’t waste much time eating for we all wanted to at least put our toe in the dead sea which is 30 times saltier than the ocean. It is actually impossible to sink in the Dead Sea. When we were there, a stiff wind was blowing white caps making it very difficult to keep your footing in the black gooey mud. Here are a few scenes to show you our final episode of our travel. 




Some Reflections on Our Jordan River/Dead Sea Excursion
By the time we started this one day trip, it was the end of two fantastic weeks with little rest and a lot of 4am wake-up calls. Some of the folks on the trip weren’t always careful to drink bottled water and were suffering from the Nile Revenge. Others were coming down with respiratory ailments. Everyone’s immune system seemed to be compromised to some degree. Our tour guides told us that normally when they run this one-day tour, each stop is an hour and a half. We had 15-30 minutes because our buses needed to be at the Amman airport by 5:30pm for those who had evening flights. For those of us not leaving that evening, we stayed at a nearby hotel for the night.

Exhausted but very full from this trip, I can say that I am truly grateful for all the experiences. I stayed healthy and came home ready to get back into the swing of teaching, writing and speaking. The Dead Sea was much larger than I expected and the Jordan River much narrower than I pictured in my mind. Well below sea level, the Dead Sea is the lowest place on the earth. My only regret is that being so close to Israel, that I didn’t get to explore more historical sites important to my heart. Another day. In the Scriptures, it often referred to Jesus at the Jordan river but because so much of the water is drained off for irrigation, it is only a small stream now. You could actually walk across it to Israel although I wouldn’t advise it.
Our excursion time in Egypt and Petra was about exploring the distant past–mythology, culture, the peoples, gods and goddesses, symbols, hieroglyphics, ancient writings, temples, tombs, earthquakes, abandonment of cities, wars, conquests and more that I’m sure I’ve forgotten. Our one day trip to Christian sites was a completely different experience. Limited by our time to get to the airport, the number of places we could visit was also limited. The most powerful site for me was actually Mount Nebo–the place where Moses once stood and some believe it is where he died and is buried. It was actually looking out over the valley below–the promised land and seeing it as a fertile valley fought over by so many different peoples that I realized how connected we are to our historical roots–Jewish, Christian, and Islamic. Jesus (Jeshua) walked the River Jordan area. His footsteps are still there energetically as they are all over Palistine. When you reflect on that–remember–wherever you place your foot–you leave a little light. When we walk with purpose and awareness, we make sacred the earth. The ancient Egyptian priestesses I believe understood that, the Nabataeans understood it and many of us today nod our heads in agreement.
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This is the third in a series of blog post about my trip with other Young Living Essential Oil enthusiasts who went to Egypt and Jordan to participate in the filming of the documentary: The Frankincense Trail. After our time in Egypt, all 108 of us flew to Amman, Jordan where we took a three hour bus ride down to the city of Petra. Gary and Mary Young chose a very nice hotel for us within walking distance of the entrance to the Siq (opening). Petra is a city carved from the colorful limestone. It is thought that the ancient Nabataeans who inhabited this region around 800 BC carved beautiful tombs, temples and caves out of the rock. If you have heard of Petra, you are probably familiar with the “Treasury.” The city was actually lost in history and “re-discovered” in the 1800’s by the Bedouins. When they found the beautiful treasury building, they thought that it was built by the Egyptians and that Pharoah’s treasure must be hidden in the rock. So they used to shoot their guns into the rock face trying to see if gold was hidden there. Hence the name “The Treasury” stuck.






Here are a couple of pictures of our fellow travelers exploring by camel–Carl Janicek and Gailann Green on a donkey.







that’s me on the left and Marilee Tolen on the right. After the filming we had to walk back up the Siq to our hotel. We walked up in costume and that’s when we encoutered a whole lot of Italian tourists who repeatedly grabbed us to have their pictures taken with us. I tried to tell them that we weren’t the real thing but it didn’t seem to matter to them.
Here we are having tea after our “cleansing.” Yes, Marilee and I got all our make-up finally off.
I found the Bedouin people very friendly. They are beautiful–especially the men!
Our whole party was invited to go to a bedouin barbecue one evening–the food was outstanding. After standing around the fire for awhile, I asked one of the Bedouin men–where are the women? He laughed, “they are in the tent,” he said, like what a silly question. Their society is very different from ours. Women and men do not associate or celebrate together. Even at weddings or funerals, the men congregate in one tent and the women in another. The women always have their heads covered and many are veiled. There was a certain allure about this beauty. Many of us who had been dressing in head scarves all week actually felt better having our heads covered and not just because we were having bad hair days.
Here is a picture of Jeanne Clark in one of her head scarves. Perhaps it was because of our filming purpose–but we primarily interacted with the Bedouin men. Even the shop keepers and the and all the souvenir stands were run by men–no women in site. I would have like to have met some of their women.

In Petra I experienced amazement and wonder at the great precision carvings in sandstone. I appreciated the beauty of another culture and its people. I rode another camel around the cliffs, I bargained with the souvenir sellers (that is actually expected behavior and they are insulted if you don’t bargain), I walked in the rain, felt the sun upon my face, enjoyed Arabic food, had my body steamed and scrubbed, participated in a film, and explored cliffs and dwellings of ancient peoples. I stood inside the Treasury (off limits to tourists now), rode a donkey up to Roman ruins, and walked and walked. What can these sands of time offer me?
Let me first tell you about Saqqara which is at the tail end of a long chain of pyramids beginning at Giza. Saqqara is actually a 7 hour walk from Giza–that’s how long it took the Bedouins to walk their camels down to Saqqara for the filming. We actually never got very close to these pyramids but even from a distance they are quite impressive. In all, there are over 80 pyramids beginning a bit north of Giza at Abu Roash and extending beyond Saqqara southward. It’s safe to think of the pyramids as all tombs. Saqqara actually has three different types of pyramids in the area including the famous stepped pyramid.
Gary Young spent time telling us about the caravans and how hard this life was for those who walked or rode the camels for thousands of miles. Some of these caravans would stretch 30 miles long and would be comprised of thousands of camels laden with fine silks, ivory, gemstones and of course–frankincense and myrrh resins. The caravaners all knew where the water holes existed in the desert and would plan their trips accordingly. The caravans would eventually end up at the great trading center in Petra which is in modern day Jordan. This was considered a “safe” city where you didn’t have to worry about your enemy cutting your throat in the night. Each country’s representatives would know how many tons of frankincense, myrrh and other precious commodities they would need for the coming year and would bartar or buy what they needed and re-load their camels to take back their prizes to their home countries. as I mentioned there were all kinds of dangers along the caravan routes–everything from mauraders to “camel spiders” which are nortorious critters that at night time would sneak up to their prey and inject an anesthetic into the person’s skin and proceed to have dinner! When you awaken, your face might be missing. Luckily we didn’t meet any of these camel spiders in our adventures although this is depicted in the film.
Yes, that’s me atop a camel. For the filming I was one of the “camel boys” leading a camel and not riding. I learned a lot about these animals. I’ve been stepped on, kicked and peed upon ( you learn after awhile to get out of the way!) Here is a picture of me leading my camel into the village scene. 
In the pictures you can see the clouds starting to come in–within an hour–it was a very different story!
Here I’m not in my Bedouin costume.

The next picture is of some of my fellow “movie extras” and the third picture is of Jeffrey Lewis leading his camel through the village scene.
The greatest spiritual insight I gleened was about frankincense itself–the reason why we all came out into the desert, dressed up in Bedouin costumes and led camels through a sand storm. The resins are from a simple tree of the desert, hidden among the rocky crags in what is now Somalia, Yemen and Oman. These trees have yielded tons and tons of its life blood for thousands of years. And why? Because man has recognized the healing power of this oil and this incense. Aside from it’s chemistry and vibrational frequencies, we have learned from experience that this oil heals everything from warts to brain tumors, heals sores and heals minds and emotions. It was considered of “divine” origin, fit for the Kings and royality. It was of course the most famous gift to the Christ child. Frankincense is that fragrance that connects me to many positive childhood memories of church–to when incense was freely used in Catholic services. It connects me to my memories of having visited so many cathedrals of Europe and smelled the lingering fragrance of incense. Frankincense is that other worldly smell that lifts us up to the heavens and connects us to the angels and to God. It has done this for thousands of years through so many cultures and times. It is an emotional and spiritual healing fragrance.
(That’s Dr. Ed Close in costume in case you don’t recognize him!)
We actually visited Luxor in the evening, one of the few temples lite up at night. As I approached the gate entrance, I had an awareness of having been here before–the same feeling I had the first time I entered Chartres Cathedral in France. It was a “knowing” and an awareness at some level of experiential knowledge that I really can’t explain. As I walked through the colonades, it was if I knew the ceremonies that took place here. We had time to wonder through this temple and explore the many rooms, some of which were places where people came for healing. 

I could imagine the fragrance of frankincense, and other oils like spikenard, myrrh, and balsam waffling through the halls!
This too is a massive temple in which most of the roof in still in existence, held up by huge columns. As you enter this sacred space, you are immediately aware that many ceremonies were conducted here by the priestesses. In fact, this was a completely female temple near the Nile River. There is a tradition that has been handed down that when Jesus, Mary and Joseph fled into Egypt, the priestesses hid the Holy Family in a secret hiding place beneath the floor of this great temple. Herod’s army pursued them and actually desecrated this temple and the priestesses but never found the family hidden beneath the floor.
We were privileged to have special permission to go down into this crypt to see the space where the Holy Family stayed for several weeks. Every inch of this cramped space was filled with carvings and exquisite symbols about life, death and the future. For me, this was truly a ‘holy’ spot and one I wish I could have spent some quiet time in meditation but with a hundred people all waiting their turn, we each only had a few minutes here.
It was originally made of pure gold and is now in some museum–hopefully to be returned someday. to the left is one of the frescoes on the walls depicting either some kind of healing ministration or embalming process. Several of us spent quite some time in the Chapel of Sanctity where the mysteries of the birth of the cosmic order were celebrated. Below is the best picture I could get of the zodiac in the ceiling.
Next on our adventure was the Temple at Karnak. This is an immence area divided into three zones or enclosed areas. Each of these areas was completed in different eras and dedicated to different gods. Much of Karnak lies in ruins with restoration continuing to go on to this day. It has many porticols, columns, statues, and obelisks, shrines, colonnades and smaller temples. One special place we were taken at Karnak was to the temple honoring the god Sekhmet, a female cat-headed god. Here, Kadiza, one of our Egyptian guides, lead us in a healing ritual.

The day we were at Giza was quite warm and by the time we climbed the hill to Khufu’s pyramid, most of us were pretty heated. In order for all 108 of us to go into the King’s chamber, we had to go in three groups. Inside, Gary and Mary Young along with Kadiza our Egyptian guide, conducted ceremony for us with singing once inside. Then there was time for private reflection as the lights were extinguished. Here is a picture of the stairway leading up to the King’s chamber followed by a picture of me in the chamber.
I sensed a great deal of energy in this space but no profound experience–nothing like my experience at Luxor. The air was “old” and thin. The walls were granite and undecorated–probably 14-16 feet high. A simple emptygranite sarcophagus was at one end. The queen’s chamber was below the King’s chamber and smaller in size. It too was undecorated, however there was an alcove where probably the sarcophagus once was located. Here is a picture of Gailann Green standing in the Queen’s alcove.
Pictured with me is Jeanne Clark.
The next morning we had orientation, meeting with Gary and Mary Young, Doug Nelson, the CEO of Young Living and with all our tour guides. Since there were 108 of us, we were divided into three color-coded buses. My “orange ribboned” companions would be with me throughout the trip. We found out that we would have a very busy schedule and that sleep would not be on the agenda! What I also discovered was that reflective time would be in short supply.
Our first stop was at the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut. It is one of the most well preserved temples in all of Egypt. Queen Hatshepsut was the only woman to reign as a pharoah. From a distance you can see that the temple is cut into a great mountain with a long path (ramp) leading up to it. As I walked around the columns and viewed the carvings and hierogyphics on the walls, I thought of the many rituals that were celebrated here.
Many columns lined this fabulous testament to architecture. it’s official name is the Temple of Deir el-Bahri and is a unique example of Egyptian architecture consisting of a series of vast terraces and ramps that move up to a sanctury. I tell you all this because of the shear size of this temple. The period was about 1500 B.C. Here is another picture of some of the well preserved frescoes on the walls.
In the afternnon we visited the Valley of the Kings a very dry desert-like area where there are many tombs of the royality. Most of these tombs were pillaged over the centuries and their trasures stolen. Tutenkhamun’s body had just been returned from the Cairo Museum and was in his crypt. (Several days later we visited the Cairo Museum where I was privileged to see the alabaster jars that held the precious essential oils “fit for a king” and to see his throne which depicts in pure gold, his wife, Queen Ankhsenamon, rubbing oil on the King’s body.) Going down into the tomb we could see the richly decorated walls depicting the gods protecting the King. Every inch of these rooms were decorated in brilliant colors. No pictures were allowed in this tomb or any of the tombs we visited in the Valley of the Kings. It was amazing to see how well preserved these tombs were. Since I mentioned artifacts from Tutenkhamun’s tomb, here is a picture of the Queen anointing the King. It is one of my most favorite pictures in all of Egypt.
From here we visited Habu Temple, the temple of Rames III. It is one of the most perfect buildings left by the ancient Egyptians. This is actually a massive temple to celebrate the victories of the pharaoh. Statues of their various gods can still be found within the grounds. As you enter, you walk through a series of vestibules, open areas and closed areas–all leading to the sanctuary.


