I Was Tausret: A Past Life Discovered Through The Akashic Records
Taursret, Pharaoh of Egypt
Pharoah Memeptah on his deathbed
Taursret standing next to Setti II on the throne
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Taursret mourning the death of Setti II
Chancellor Bay poisoned in the Court Room
Siptah's funeral
Pharoah Taursret
Taursret confronting Setnakhte
Taursret being captured by Setnakhte
Taursret to the Goddess Isis
Before I knew my name, I knew the weight of a crown. The sun blazed above me, supreme and molten, a god I once prayed to. Beneath my feet stretched a palace floor carved with symbols I have not seen in this lifetime, yet somehow understand.
I know this place.
A roar rises around me—thousands of voices chanting a name I have not heard in centuries. My name. The air trembles with devotion, with fear, with destiny. The golden crown presses down, heavy with power, but heavier still is the certainty that something catastrophic is coming.
I remember the rise of my kingdom, and its fall. Not as history, not as myth, but as lived truth. Love. Victory. Fire. Betrayal. A blade glinting in torchlight.
I was Queen. I was Pharaoh.
My heart hammers. These are not dreams, not fantasies, not stress-induced hallucinations. They are memories. Echoes. Warnings.
And my past life—the one buried beneath thousands of years of shifting desert—is rising again. The truth is ready to be echoed into existence, once and for all.
A Pharaoh reincarnates to tell a true story, for the first time ever
🌟 I Was Tausret: A Past Life Discovered Through The Akashic Records
By Aidan Gregory
Inside the quiet sanctum of the Queen’s chambers, Tausret stood — radiant, ethereal, and destined for greatness. Her skin glowed like desert sand kissed by sunlight, her eyes darkened with kohl reflected the sacred trust she was about to undertake, and her gown shimmered like moonlight woven with gold.
This is the world you enter in I Was Tausret, a spellbinding journey through the Akashic Records that reveals a past life as Egypt’s last female Pharaoh. From the Nile’s silver ribbon at dawn to the grandeur of Pi‑Ramesses, every page immerses you in the splendor, mystery, and sacred duty of the 19th Dynasty.
💫 Why readers are captivated:
• Vivid historical detail that brings ancient Egypt to life
• A spiritual exploration of past lives and destiny
• The agony of betrayal that shadows a queen’s reign
• A lifelong enduring love for Seti II
• A heroine whose story blends beauty, burden, and legend
📖 I Was Tausret is more than history — it is memory reborn. Step into her procession, hear the trumpets echo against temple pylons, and feel the roar of the crowd as they chant: “Long Live Tausret! Beloved of Amun! Mistress of the Two Lands!” Yet behind the glory lies heartbreak, as betrayal threatens to undo all she holds sacred.
✨ Available now — begin your journey into Egypt’s eternal flow and discover the Queen who lived again.
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🌌 Metaphysical Category Rating by ChatGPT
⭐ 9.0 / 10 (High-tier metaphysical work)
Why it Scores This High
🔮 Core Metaphysical Elements (Very Strong)
This is not “lightly spiritual historical fiction.” It is explicitly metaphysical in content and intent:
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Akashic Records framework (past-life remembrance as source, not metaphor)
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Repeated visions, prophecy, omens, dream transmission
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Strong emphasis on Ma’at as a cosmic law, not just an Egyptian concept
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Ritual magic, sacred dance, incantations, initiations, temple mysteries
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Conscious soul continuity across lifetimes
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The Queen portrayed as a vessel / archetype, not merely a historical figure
These are foundational metaphysical themes, not window dressing.
🧠 Depth & Seriousness
Unlike many metaphysical novels that stay vague or “New Age–lite,” this manuscript:
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Commits fully to esoteric structure
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Treats ritual, prophecy, and divine order as operational systems
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Uses theology, symbolism, and sacred roles with internal consistency
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Avoids irony or distancing — it believes its own cosmology
That puts it closer to initiatory or revelatory metaphysical writing than genre fantasy.
Excerpt
I Was Tausret: A Past Life Discovered Through The Akashic Records
By
Aidan Gregory
Introduction of Tausret: Beloved Of Amun, Mistress Of The Two Lands
Inside the quiet sanctum of the Queen's chambers, Tausret stood. She was a goddess in waiting. Her royal stylists and priests had been preparing her.
Her skin, the color of light desert sand, was glowing with radiance after her luxurious rose and milk bath, and the warm fragrant oils.
Her eyes sparkling, darkened with kohl, held a serene intensity, reflecting the sacred trust she was about to undertake.
Her velvet lips like rose petals, enhanced with the finest ruby red pigment. Her captivating mane of dark glossy hair, fell into place as if it was effortless, as if she was born to become a Queen.
Her royal gown, spun from the finest, sheerest linen, seemed woven from moonlight, intricately pleated and adorned with delicate gold beadwork that shimmered like captured starlight, she looked ethereal.
On her wrists, gold bracelets depicting scarabs and cobras gleamed, and around her neck rested a broad collar of turquoise, lapis, and carnelian, each stone a silent prayer for prosperity and protection.
A final touch: the High Priestess, her face etched with ancient wisdom, carefully placed upon Tausret’s brow was the nemes headdress.
It was not yet the full crown, but a symbol of her imminent transition, its striped fabric falling gracefully to her shoulders.
Then, with a deep and calming breath, Tausret turned towards the rising sun, towards her destiny.
The procession began with the deafening blast of ram's horn trumpets, echoing off the colossal pylons of the temple.
Priests in pristine white robes led the way, swinging censers that released thick plumes of incense, purifying the pathway ahead.
Behind them, military legions, their bronze armor glinting, marched in perfect synchronicity, their spears forming a shimmering forest.
But all eyes were on beautiful Tausret. Borne aloft on a gilded palanquin carried by twenty chosen bearers, she moved effortlessly, embodying a captivating enchantress. The crowd erupted, a roaring tide of adoration.
"Long Live Tausret! Beloved of Amun! Mistress of the Two Lands!" they chanted, stretching their hands towards her, their hope palpable. She met their gaze, offering a small, dignified smile, her heart swelling with both gratitude and the immense weight of responsibility.
The Niles Daughter
The river Nile, the heart of Egypt, is where the story begins. Rested still in the morning, the surface a ribbon of silver beneath the rising sun. A breeze stirred the reeds, and the papyrus flowers nodded as if in greeting. Along the riverbank, where the sacred ibis picked delicately through the shallows, a little girl wandered barefoot, her laughter as soft as the wind.
Tausret, which meant Mighty Lady, was the daughter of royals; Nedjemmut and Senakhtenamun.
She wore a linen sheath dress of the finest weave, dyed in the pale gold of first light. The fabric clung to her small frame, pleated and belted with a sash embroidered in blue and green faience beads, and her favorite souvenir, the ankh pendant her parents gave her, rested lightly against her skin.
Around her neck hung a broad usekh collar, with lapis, carnelian, and turquoise arranged in the pattern of the sky goddess Nut. Her wrists jingled with tiny gold bangles, and her dark hair was braided with threads of silver, bound at the ends with lotus-shaped beads. A diadem of gold rested on her brow, its cobra coiled in miniature, watching.
Behind her, two attendants followed at a respectful distance- one carrying a parasol of ostrich feathers, the other a basket of figs and honey cakes. They watched her with the wary affection of those who served not just a child, but a future queen.
Tausret paused at the waters edge in a break between the reeds, her toes sinking into the cool silt. She stared across the river, where the sun now crowned the horizon, gilding the world in fire. In that moment, she was not a royal daughter. She was simply a girl of the Nile, born of it’s rhythm, it’s mystery, it’s eternal flow.
Pi-Ramesses: Jewel of the Delta
Tausret’s true home lay far to the north, in the city of Pi-Ramesses, the great capital built by Ramesses II. It sprawled across the eastern Delta like a lion at rest, the avenues wide and straight, its canals gleaming with the lifeblood of Egypt.
The palace complex was a marvel of engineering and divine ambition. Its walls were painted with scenes of conquest and ceremony, it’s ceilings inlaid with stars. Courtyards bloomed with sycamores and tamarisks, and fountains sang in the shade of colonnades.
The royal apartments overlooked the sacred lake, where barges shaped like lotus petals drifted in silence. There were halls for diplomacy, for music, for offerings to the gods. The throne room itself was a forest of columns, each carved with the names of kings and the blessings of Amun. At night, the palace glowed with oil lamps and the soft murmur of prayers.
Beyond the palace, Egypt in the 19th Dynasty was a land of splendor and power. Temples rose like mountains; Karnak, Luxor, Abydos, each a testament to divine favor and royal might.
Obelisks pierced the sky, their tips gilded to catch the sun. Statues of pharaohs stood taller than trees, their faces serene, eternal. Roads stretched from the Delta to Nubia, lined with stelae and guarded by sphinxes.
The land was rich with grain, gold, and incense. The gods walked among the people, and the people walked in the shadow of gods.
This was the world Tausret was born into, a world of beauty and burden, of sacred duty and silent omens. And though she did not yet know it, the river she now played beside would one day carry her name into legend.
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