Chapter 15 ~ “Chameleon Pyramids”

Bearcloud’s first discoveries about the secrets within the pyramid begin to unfold during a picnic in the forest with a friend, Cat. It led to an incredible array of unfolding symbols found within the pyramids... π


A little more than a month had passed, and I was back in England for the summer. The snap of a twig broke the silence of the forest as I followed Cat through pines.
“It’s just up there we can stop,” she announced. The forest darkened in the thick of the trees, with beams of light piercing like beacons through the treetops. “Just here.” She pointed to the ground.

We stopped, and she began to unfold a red and white checkerboard blanket. Spreading it on the ground and tossing a book on top of it, she glanced at me, her eyes glowing like those of a cat but with a kind gentleness. “This forest is not too far from where I work,” she said. “It is said to be enchanted. It has a history that goes way back.”
Off in the distance small birds darted from branch to branch, invisible in the semi-darkness but for a flicker when they crossed the beams of light. Cat pointed to a nearby tree. I looked down to see two squirrels scurrying around its trunk.
Cat grabbed a basket. “Here,” she said, putting her hand on the blanket, “sit here and have a bite to eat. She picked a sprig of greenery and put it in a cup at the center of the blanket. “There. The perfect touch for a perfect day. I’ve made a snack, and here are some crisps.”

“Sounds great,” I replied.


“I thought that perhaps Two Eagles was going to come with you this time.” Her English accent hung thick in the air.

“Just before I left on this journey, he told me he had to return to the rez to help his mom. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

“Well, there you go. Oh, that’s too bad; he seems such a wonderful man.” She pulled a book out of a bag. “I thought you would like to look at this. It’s about Egypt. I’m wondering if you might see any similarity between your Native symbols and the Egyptian ones.”


“Well, I don’t know anything about Egypt,” I said, a bit apprehensive. “I’ve never even cracked a book on it. All I can tell you is I know they have pyramids and symbols called hieroglyphs. Beyond that, it’s a mystery to me. I only know the symbols of my own traditions, and a few from the Eastern people.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to know them. I’m just curious if you can see a similarity. Surely it can’t hurt to have a look.”

Photos of remarkable Egyptian history filled page after page as I thumbed through the book.

“There — what’s that?” I asked. A bright lapis-blue and gold jewelry artifact glittered on the page.

“That’s called the eye of Ra.”


I sensed it had a spiritual quality she found difficult to define.        

“What’s that spiral coming off of the eye?” I asked.
“It’s a symbol of the pharaoh’s connection to the universe.”
“What’s that little downward-pointed thick line just next to it?”
“Yes, they say it’s a shoe. Only no one really seems to know why a shoe would be there.”
“I know why.”

“Oh, and what do you think it is, then?” She looked up at me with curiosity written all over her face.
“It’s similar to something important in my traditions, and I’ve found the same thing in the starglyphs. The circle and the square, for example. If this spiral is an indication of the pharaoh’s connection to the universe, then the shoe means he’s grounded to the earth. It’s a symbol of the polarities within which we exist.”
She nodded. “Well, I do believe you may be right.”

I glanced up at the forest, watching the clouds drifting past the treetops, recalling some of the incredible stories I had found in the starglyphs. Hearing the page turn, I glanced back down at the book. A photo of a pyramid caught my attention. “What’s that?”

“Oh! That’s called the Bent Pyramid. It’s not very well known,” she said, moving her hand to turn the page.
“Hold it,” I said, bending my head down for a closer look. “What’s the Bent Pyramid?”

“It’s quite distant, out in the desert, not at all close to the Giza Plateau. It was the first authentic pyramid ever built. What I mean by authentic is, it was the first one built entirely of stone. There are remains of a few predecessors made from mud brick. Some of those have completely withered away and are now just piles of sand on the desert floor.”
“Huh,” I reflected.

“The archeologists have said this pyramid was a mistake. All the books say that, too. They believe its vast proportions created a problem, and when it was halfway up they bent the top inward to a shallower angle to keep it from collapsing. It was the first attempt at a real one, and of course with the archaic technology it’s to be expected there would have been severe errors. So you don’t find this pyramid in many books, nor do many people visit it. It’s also called the shining pyramid.”

I thought about it for a moment. “I think there’s something there,” I said, “but I will need to take a closer look later.”
“Well, there you go then,” she said, her words falling off into the wind.

It was a beautiful day. The trail back through the forest led us into a patch alive with the incredible scent of pines and splashes of golden-orange wildflowers.