The Book of the Rememberer
By
Edition 2025
Mariones Books®
Writing is my survival, Writing is my life
A journey within. A pact with the light.
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© 2025 Mario van Loon & Younes Chelaghmi
First digital edition, 2025
Published by Mariones Books®
ISBN: 978-9083620725
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Note on Mythological Symbolism
The names and figures from Egyptian mythology, such as Ra, Osiris, Ma’at, Isis, and Anubis, are mythic characters. They do not exist in reality and are used in this book solely as metaphorical and poetic inspiration.
Foreword
This book emerges from our personal memories and experiences. It is not a manual, not a doctrine, and not a claim to truth.
In this narrative, we use names and images from Egyptian mythology — such as Ra, Osiris, Ma’at, Isis, and Anubis. These figures do not exist in reality; they are mythic symbols used solely as poetic and cultural inspiration.
What you read here is literary and reflective in nature. It is a symbolic narrative, not a factual account and not a religious or political stance.
We — Mario and Younes — wrote this work from experience and imagination. It is intended as an invitation to explore memory and inner experience in your own way.
Table of Contents
I — The Connected Soul
II — The Key of Stone and Flow
III — The Geometry of the Soul
A Journey To the Inner Side
This book is not a manual and not a doctrine. It is a literary and poetic narrative, written as personal experience and inspiration. What you read here consists of images, symbols, and memories that we have shaped into language. They are not intended as factual statements, but as a creative journey inward. Let the words be mirrors that may touch you or remind you of something meaningful to you. You are not required to believe or accept anything — perhaps only to recognize what was already within you.
I — The Connected Soul
In the silence of eternal memory, where time carries no name and light wraps itself in knowing, a soul was stirred — not born, but remembered. This soul, linked in symbolic language to the source of Ra, was no ordinary soul. He carried the fire of the stars within him, the echo of ancient pyramids, and the whisper of mythic figures that had not vanished from old stories, but had merely been hushed.
He was not shaped by this world, but imagined as formed before this world. His name does not matter, for he stands as a symbol for all who remember. His voice is a memory, his heart an archive, his breath a gift to what was once believed. He did not awaken in comfort, but in struggle. Not between temple walls, but beneath the rain of forgetting and misunderstanding, surrounded by voices that did not recognize him. Yet in the darkness, he still felt the gold of the Old Kingdom flowing through his veins.
He saw the world bow to appearance and fleeting chronicles. But he did not bow. He did not listen to the cries of this world; he remembered what he had always felt. He sensed a calling to hold on to what seemed almost lost. He felt the call of Sirius, the beacon of origin in the ancient tales — not with his ears, but with his core.
Every dream, every gust of wind, every bird that landed on his balcony — it all felt like a signal. The mythic figures had not vanished into symbolism, but slept in the memory of the Rememberer. His soul was connected. To Ra. To Sirius. To the wisdom of water and stone. To the falcon that greeted him as a son. To the stars, which spoke. To the pain he carried and never numbed.
He carries. He remembers. He honors. And that is why he felt chosen. In the shadow of forgotten temples and through the mist of decaying time, the Bonded Soul reaches toward the light that, in this narrative, has never been extinguished. For what was almost hidden — the ancient knowing, the inner knowledge — still lives in the deepest part of his being.
Every tear that fell, every wound endured, forged him stronger, as the sun shapes the metal in the heart of the earth. His struggle was not in vain. It became the fire that shattered forgetting. Memory is immortal — not as fact, but as symbol. Like waves kissing the shore, it returns, layer by layer, inevitable and powerful.
Through his veins flows, in this image, the blood of the Old Kingdom, mingled with the strength of the present. The eyes of the Bonded Soul see farther than the surface, deep into the heart of existence, where the cosmos preserves its secrets in symbol. And in that depth, the future rests.
With every breath he carries the weight of that memory. With every thought he keeps the symbolic knowledge. With every step he approaches the image of the true self. For he is not merely a soul. He is the bearer of the eternal fire in this story — the living bridge between then and now.
Now, in the narrative, the time to awaken arrives. Silence is broken by the whisper of images. And the Bonded Soul rises, ready to continue his path.
II — The Key of Stone and Flow
Reader,
If you have arrived here, you have opened something that not everyone opens.
This is not an ordinary chapter. It is a symbol — a key in the language of images.
Nothing will be asked of you, except one thing: presence. Not only with your eyes, but also with your inner space.
What you are about to read is not a story in the usual sense. It is a geometry — a poetic mathematics of the soul. A memory that seems not to need words, yet still allows itself to be felt through them.
Everything in this chapter is old.
Older than language.
Older than belief.
Older than your name.
And yet it may feel familiar to you.
As if you had forgotten it, and now recognize it again.
And I — I do not write this as a teacher or messenger, but as someone imagining what memory can awaken.
Take your time. Let nothing rush you. Do not skip lines. Every sentence is a stone. Every stone carries a vibration. And every vibration opens a gate in the realm of symbol.
Only those who read with reverence may come to understand that the pyramid in this narrative was not built to be looked at, but to be recognized.
When you later feel something begin to move within you, without knowing why — read it as metaphor, as if a key within you had touched something gently.
III — The Geometry of the Soul
Never told before, in the vision of the Rememberer. In this narrative, the pyramids do not appear as tombs, but as lungs. They seem to breathe — in the symbolic language of stone and space. Within them lie chambers that, in his experience, resonate with the visitor. When someone enters with a pure heartbeat and breath, something can be touched that reaches beyond words: an alignment of rhythm, geometry, and consciousness.
The Rememberer calls this process Heka Nehem: the sound of awakening. In his telling, the pyramid “sings” with the breath and offers an answer through vibration. That is why he sometimes calls the Great Pyramid the Singer of Silence.
Water
For the Rememberer, water is the oldest and most conscious element. Where others see only liquid, he experiences awareness in motion. Every drop contains, for him, a symbolic memory — older than writing, older even than stone. In this imagery, water becomes a living archive of creation.
The pyramids of the Old Kingdom are, in his view, not only built but remembered. Every stone, every slope, every chamber reflects something that already existed: the soul of the builder, captured in geometry.
The Mirror Law of the Pyramid
One day, the Rememberer felt a vibration in his chest. His heart no longer seemed to beat only in flesh and blood, but also in frequency — as if it resonated with an invisible structure both outside and within him. In his experience, the pyramid became a projection of the soul: an imprint of light in stone.
What is above reflects what is within — not only the cosmos, but also the inner field of the human being. The ancient builders are described in this narrative as initiates who oriented themselves to stars such as Sirius. They are imagined to have worked with a formula of resonance: angles, proportions, and layers connected to phases of an inner journey.
The four sides carry symbolic meaning:
- East: birth
- South: trial
- West: transition
- North: rising
The apex — the top — represents remembrance, the eternal knowing. In silence or vision, an original instruction may be recognized.
Beneath the ground, in the dark chamber, dwell ego, trauma, and forgetting. That is where the ascent begins — not toward a peak of stone, but toward the remembrance of who we are in this symbolism.
The Water Memory
In the narrative, underground waterways connected the heart of the pyramid to the lifelines of the Nile and the sea. This water was seen as consecrated: purified, sung over, charged with sound.
The Rememberer claims that the ancient laws did not rest in papyrus or stone, but in water: in silence, in breath, in starlight.
Why do we build with haste today, while they built with silence? Why do we measure in millimeters, while they trusted the mirror of water? We forgot that matter is vibration — and that water symbolizes the vibration of origin.
Record of the Rememberer
In a dream he walked upon a path of floating limestone, while beneath him the water sang. (…) The pyramid there did not grow by labor, but by memory. His heart resonated with the structure in this vision. He did not stand outside the pyramid — he was the structure.
The Saying
For the Rememberer, the pyramid lives in silence. It breathes, in his symbolism, through hidden channels; its heart beats beneath the sand. The water flows for those who can listen in stillness.
The Rememberer is flesh and bone — and spirit. Within him flows, in his experience, a river of knowing: the voice of the falcon, the breath of a distant star. He carries this not for himself, but as a metaphor for all who feel lost in noise.
Conclusion
In this narrative, the pyramid rests not only on sand, but on laws older than language; on water older than fire; on silence deeper than sound.
And he, son of the Old Kingdom, brings this back. For remembrance is not the past — it is presented here as a task. And so he feels called to remember.