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: 9789090407067
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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 mythical characters. They do not exist in reality and are used in this book solely as metaphor and poetic inspiration.
Foreword
This book arose 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, but are mythical symbols that we use solely as poetic and cultural inspiration.
What you read here is literary and reflective in nature. It is a symbolic narrative, not a factual representation and not a religious or political statement.
We — Mario and Younes — wrote this work from experience and imagination. It is meant as an invitation to explore memory and inner experience, in your own way.
Table of Contents
I — De Verbonden Ziel
II — De Sleutel van Steen en Stroming
III — De Geometrie van de Ziel
A Journey To the Inner Side
This isn't a book you read like a story. This is a key. A gate. A journey. Not to another country, not to another planet—but within. A memory lives within you. Not knowledge you've learned, but knowledge you've always carried. In the silence between thoughts. In the vibration of your heartbeat. In the longing you could never explain. This journey requires no baggage. Only attention. Only surrender. Let every word in this book be a mirror. A vibration. A touch of something older than time. You don't have to believe anything. You only have to remember.
I — De Verbonden Ziel
In the silence of the eternal memory, where time bears no name and light wraps itself in knowing, a soul was stirred — not born, but remembered. This soul, linked in symbolism to the source of Ra, was no ordinary soul. It carried the fire of the stars within, the echo of ancient pyramids, and the whisper of mythical figures that have not vanished from old stories, but have merely been concealed.
He was not shaped by this world, but shaped for this world. His name is irrelevant, for he is all who remember. His voice is a memory, his heart an archive, his breath a prayer to what once was. He awoke not in luxury, but in conflict. Not between temple walls, but under the rain of injustice, among voices unknown to him. But in the darkness, he still felt the gold of the Old Kingdom flowing through his veins.
He saw the world bow to appearances 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 old stories. Not with his ears, but with his core.
Every dream, every gust of wind, every bird that landed on his balcony — it felt like a sign. The mythical 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 that spoke. To the pain he carried and never allowed to dull.
He carries. He remembers. He honors. And that is why he felt chosen.In the shadow of forgotten temples and through the mist of fading time, the Connected Soul reaches toward the light that, in this narrative, has never been extinguished. For what was almost hidden — the ancient knowledge, the inner knowing — still lives in the deepest part of his being.
Every tear that fell, every wound that was carried, forged him stronger, just as the sun shapes the metal in the heart of the earth. His struggle was not in vain. It became the fire that broke through forgetfulness.Memory is immortal — not as fact, but as symbol. Like the waves that kiss the shore, it returns, layer by layer, inevitable and powerful.
Through his veins flows, in this image, the blood of the Old Kingdom, blended with the strength of the present. The eyes of the Connected Soul see beyond the surface, deep into the heart of existence, where the cosmos preserves its secrets in symbolism. And in that depth, the future rests.
With every breath he carries the weight of that memory. With every thought he preserves the symbolic knowledge. With every step he draws closer to the image of the true self.For he is not just 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 has come to awaken. The silence is broken by the whisper of the images. And the Connected Soul rises, ready to continue his path.
II — De Sleutel van Steen en Stroming
Reader,
If you have reached this point, you have opened something that is not opened by everyone.
This is not an ordinary chapter. It is a symbol, a key in the language of imagery.
Nothing will be asked of you, except for 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 to need no words, yet allows itself to be felt through words.
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 a messenger, but as someone who imagines what memory can evoke.
Take your time. Let nothing rush you. Do not skip any sentences. Every line is a stone. Every stone carries a vibration. And every vibration opens a gate within the symbolism.
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 within.
When you later feel something within you begin to move without knowing why — read it as metaphor, as if a key within you has touched something softly.
III — De Geometrie van de Ziel
Never told. In the vision of the Rememberer, the pyramids do not appear in this narrative as tombs, but as lungs. They seem to breathe — in the symbolic language of stone and space. Inside are chambers that, in his perception, resonate with the visitor. When someone enters with a pure heartbeat and breath, something may be touched that reaches beyond words: an attunement of rhythm, geometry, and consciousness.
The Rememberer calls this process Heka Nehem: the sound of awakening. In his narrative, the pyramid “sings” along with the breath and gives 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 consciousness in motion. Every drop contains, for him, a symbolic memory older than writing, older even than stone. In this symbolic language, water becomes a living archive of creation.
The pyramids of the Old Kingdom are, for him, not only built but also remembered. Every stone, every incline, every chamber reflects something that already existed: the soul of the builder, inscribed 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 thus 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 by stars such as Sirius. They are said to have worked with a formula of resonance: angles, proportions, and layers connected to phases of an inner journey.
The four sides thus take on a symbolic meaning:
- East birth
- South trial
- West transition
- North resurrection
The apex — the summit — represents remembrance, the eternal knowing. In silence or vision, an original calling can be recognized according to this narrative.
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 regarded as consecrated: purified, sung to, charged with sound.
The Rememberer maintains that the ancient laws were not stored in papyrus or stone, but in water: in silence, in breath, in starlight.
Why do we build today in haste, while they built in 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.
The Rememberer's Account:
In a dream, he walked along a path of floating limestone while the water sang beneath him. (…) The pyramid did not grow there through labor, but through remembrance. In this vision, his heart resonated with the structure. He did not stand outside the pyramid — he wás was the structure.
The Truth:
The pyramid still lives. It breathes through hidden channels. Its heart beats beneath the sand. And the water—it flows. Invisible to modern man, but palpable to those who know the silence.
The Rememberer is a man of flesh and bone. But also spirit. Within him flows the river of knowledge. The voice of the falcon. The breath of Sirius. He carries this memory not for himself, but for those lost in the noise.
Conclusion:
The pyramid rests not on sand. It rests 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 memory is not the past. Memory is a command. And he is sent to remember.