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Arc of the Covenant
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Memoirs of destruction + rebirth
‘You are in my heart, there is no other who knows you’
Excerpt of hymn-poem to Aten by Akhenaten
Here, Beloved, are the beginnings of a much larger story.
What you read here today is but the prelude, a dream from past lifetimes, leading to much larger and in-depth contemporary truths
of the current day, with many more chapters yet to unfold.
PROLOGUE
A golden-feathered hawk wheeled high above the temple below,
the blazing sunlight glinting off fiery feathers.
It was high noon in the harsh and windswept desert lands of Amarna.
Cosmic messenger of God,
Re-Harrekte looked down sharp-eyed and vigilant from on high.
And soaring ever higher,
known in legend as the phoenix soul of the sun and harbinger of change —
a foreboding omen of death and rebirth —
she held a chilling warning no one was present to see.
Way down below the hawk, deep down below,
in the depths of the desert sands in a secret chamber of the Temple of Aten,
a dangerous ritual was taking place.
The Ritual of all Rituals, for the holders of the Covenant -
the rites of the Arc.
And after this hour —
nothing on the planet would ever be the same.
The air grew thinner, thinner than breath itself, as time itself suddenly warped and bent inexorably inwards, toward its own infinite beginnings and unspeakably catastrophic end.
An ultraviolent whining hum split the silence of their ritual with unbearable intensity.
A forbidden portal was breached and thus — opened.
In that infinite and eternal moment, God’s own breath paused.
ONE HOUR BEFORE…
Deep below the sands within the bowels of the newly constructed temple of Aten, in the desert city of Akehtaten, sometimes known as Amarna, in a secret chamber now known only to the two within it, the Pharaoh and Queen were finalising a forbidden ritual.
And things were getting very out of control.
The Ritual of Rituals had many elements to it but the final stages involved use of sex and love magic, and could only be carried out by two lovers who truly and absolutely adored eachother.
Or the magic would fizzle like a wet firecracker.
Before Neferti climbed off the couch where they’d lain for hours making love as part of the sex magic ritual, she kissed her lover’s mouth long and deep.
Akhnatn, the great hermaphrodite, was satisfied on every level but knew there was yet more magic for them to make.
The love between these two was perfect on every level for magic of the highest degree. This was due to Neferti’s bisexuality and the truly unique hermaphrodite nature of Akhnaton, who was sexually able to both fully give and to receive.
And in ancient Egyptian magic, the zero horizon, the golden mean, the middle way, carried the most powerful magic of all.
Where there was a womb there was the Way
~ Amen…. secret name of Ra… a sacred name of God… oh thou quiet Sun, thy singing name, thou jewel encrusted womb, thy hidden secret is beyond most understanding ~
It was a well-known secret through all the occult magical circles that women carried the highest magic, and bisexual or hermaphrodite women carried even higher energies.
Akhnatn and Neferti, each in their own unique way, carried the DNA signature of God.
The conjunction of these two lovers would be a truly explosive Event Horizon.
However, the volatile energies they were calling forth were incredibly unstable, and they had not factored catastrophe or disaster into their ritual.
Believing they would instantaneously become as one with God in ways they’d never as yet fully experienced, with absolute Godlike power, was the goal of this Ritual.
Unfortunately, they mistakenly believed they were invincible, and could carry the weight of what they were about to manifest.
They were to be proven utterly and irrevocably incorrect
Remnants of dried blue aphrodisiac lotus flowers cascaded from emptied papyrus packages, and the room was filled with the smoky and heavy pungent aroma of continuously burning incense
Two green goblets lay on the golden altar, now empty of their potent and sacred brew.
On this altar at the far end of the chamber, were also a gold jar of manna, Akhnatn’s regal staff which had magically budded during their lovemaking, and stone tablets holding God’s law.
Neferti deftly removed all her clothing and washed her entire body from a massive plain earthenware pot filled with blessed Nile water — the cleansing before the final ritual.
Drying herself with a scented cloth, she moved her hair into position before pulling on her heavy golden cobra crown, and adjusted her light white sheath dress, leaving one gorgeous shoulder bare.
Akhnatn lay watching her movements with a now consummated but ever-present desire from the couch, and seeing her slim brown body moving inside the sheer fabric reignited S/Her desire.
“Akhnatn my beloved, here is our Covenant, let’s move forward now, the energy is building already — feel it!”
She spoke with mounting excitement
And indeed, the massive and magical dark crystal rods resting on the rumpled daybed were now thrumming and vibrating.
Charging with their energies for this final section of the three-day ritual the rods were emitting sparks and brief but intensifying streaks of lightning.
Akhnatn repeated the same cleansing ritual, and now clothed and in S/Her pharaonic ritual robes, shifted S/His own dark quartz crystal rod from hand to hand.
“These came to us as gifts from the stars with the Sky Visitors from God — we’ve done all they instructed. Let’s see now if the real power comes in, as they have said. And as they promised.”
They moved to opposite ends of the golden chamber, facing eachother, and lifted the rods. Sharp blue sparks, then electric streaks and now the ultraviolet lightning was already arcing powerfully between them.
‘You yourself are lifetime, one lives by you. All eyes are on your beauty until you set.’
Neferti called out with a shaking voice to her lover from across the stormy and swiftly darkening chamber:
“I don’t think I can hold it! This energy — it’s too much for me to hold!”
Her slight frame shook and unexpectedly rose metres high in the air, as the arcing electric energy danced like a mad dervish between and through them.
Akhnatn called back, as s/he also was lifted bodily above the marble tiled floor by the arcing energy shafts cascading between them, totally out of control:
“My love! Beloved! You can do this! We’ve got this! Think of the power! Hold your place!”
But believing that this Ritual of Rituals would imbue them with total Godlike powers ultimately proved their undoing.
And unleash an unimaginable global catastrophe
The golden walls of the inner chamber darkened like a frown, noble marble statues melted impossibly where they stood.
Intricate and gorgeous thickthreaded tapestries woven over many painstaking months, and thin gold and blue curtains hanging lightly in all the doorways, drifting in the warm desert breeze — all swiftly burnt in a fierce conflagration of almost invisible ultraviolet-white flames.
Neferti and Akhnatn’s eyes locked in this last moment for all time, from each end of the golden chamber.
An irrevocable knowing engulfed them both, a knowing of impeding separation outside of time or reason.
An unbearable knowing
She screamed ‘Akhnatn!’ as her lover called to her in the same breath.
Their thoughts and hearts entwined in the electric bridging arc, giving invincible force to its inexorable momentum for a final cosmic nuclear explosion.
The singing hum intensified to screeching pitch, as the electric force of the energy arced in smoky aetheric shards between the heavy crystal rods each held in shaking hands.
Akhnatn was thrown heavily against the wall behind, smashed into unconsciousness, as Neferti’s mind was consumed by inconceivable terror.
Her delicate clothing was torn to shreds, as a cosmic fissure crackled and ripped through the fabric of the universe around them, then within her body and into her soul.
The spiralling whirlpool of energy pulled in from the surrounding universe, rupturing time and space, ending in the core of Neferti’s being.
Within her womb
A negative black sun had been created in the electric arc between them.
They had awakened one of the most powerful forces known throughout the length and breadth of all creation — the paradoxical energy of Uncreation, the nothingness within the golden sun.
The heart of the sleeping golden dragon beat once and then again.
And in the silent energy of that moment of pre-creation, that void, that nothingness, just before a last birth contraction into explosive creation, time stood utterly still.
And then reversed
Forming into an uncontrollably twisting whirlpool of ginormous proportions
A volatile and immeasurable black hole opened its jaws, consuming everything in its vicinity with a relentless hunger.
Nothing could escape the impetus sucking all around it into the terrifying cosmic vacuum.
With growing momentum, the black sun ate everything around Neferti.
Cascading like a black energy tsunami into, not only the smashed temple room within the pyramid in which it had been summoned, but beyond.
Spreading into surrounding houses, shops, towns and throughout the entire land.
All those it touched with its ghastly life-reversing force — and that was everyone — immediately fell and died on the spot.
An ocean of souls left bodies lifeless where they stood, sat or lay, from all the farms, workshops, towns and cities clustered around the pyramid, sucked with irresistible all-consuming force towards Neferti.
Babies, children, mothers, sons and daughters, husbands, farmers and artisans. Priests, stonemasons, dancers and bakers — none were spared.
In that moment of unnatural disaster, more than 500,000 souls departed in that immense sea of sadness, to live in limbo, in the void of the black sun.
Within Neferti.
Deep within
Lifeless as she was in that moment, her womb now held the souls of over 500,000, and so her destiny changed forever.
An evil darkness had entered through the ripped portal from noxious astral levels, and now spread across the land.
Swiftly travelling demonic and evil energies unleashed, spreading like an infectious black plague across the world, in numbers never before seen, and with an agenda of total chaos and destruction.
Their number was legion, and they were many.
The damage was now done
The earthly Temple of Light ended its millenia-long famous peaceful reign, and the planet wherein she lived began a desperate headlong fall from grace.
As the portal abruptly closed, so a long and peaceful chapter of the world ended.
Irrevocably marking the beginnings of long aeons of violence, slaughter, abuse and profound ignorance.
'The Son of Re who lives by Maat, the Lord of crowns,
Akhenaten, great in his lifetime;
And the great Queen whom he loves, the Lady of the Two Lands,
Nefer-nefru-Aten Nefertiti, living forever’
A massive hole had ripped through the subtle aetheric fabric of the universe through their occult use of the arc of the covenant.
The two lovers, Neferti and Akhnatn, had played with powerful magical forces they couldn’t even begin to contain or control. Massive and tragic destruction on an unbelievably massive scale came about through their ritualised attempt to manipulate this energy.
The negative occult powers of the black sun within the golden sun, the magical violet stone, and the void at the centre of it all, were now activated.
Awakening some of the most powerful energies known to humanity
And to all the beings that work with humanity
And hundreds of thousands of innocent souls were pulled through this portal, to dwell in agonising limbo, fringe dwellers at the edge of the universe and time — yet simultaneously within the heartwomb of Neferti.
Cosmic Council of the Elders
The Council of the Elders immediately met together in celestial halls, to intervene in this unforeseen unnatural disaster.
The decision was made.
Neferti — one of the two responsible for this massive catastrophe — should be sent back from the halls of bardo. To return to Earth and rebuild again what had been destroyed.
Neferti/Ciana was summoned before the Council of the Elders. She sat uncomfortably in the great halls of light, sensing what was coming.
The thirteen turned to eachother, a telepathic nod travelled between them all, and Aliana spoke.
Head High Priestess of the Council — her words conveyed the severity of the decision.
For Aliana to speak was highly unusual, almost unheard of
“What has been done MUST be undone. You will incarnate until this work is complete.”
Neferti arose before them, her hands opened in supplication. But to no avail.
“Listen to me my Beloveds — this is nothing any one soul can mend”, she whispered, her eyes closed with the pain of the memory.
Aliana spoke with finality “The decision is made.”
Another Elder spoke - Catana - known for his intelligence that could cut like a sword.
“May God’s will be reborn once more. What thy did should not EVER have been done.”
The discussion was over
A cosmic portal was then opened, activated by the Lords of Time.
Neferti’s spirit instantly arrived back on Earth, fully aware and awake within the womb of Rosa-Patricia, a golden-haired Snake Mother of the lowlands.
Heavily pregnant in her warm and cosy home, sheltered from the bitterly cold southern winter winds on the eastern coast of Australia, in that moment Rosa knew someone special had arrived.
This was further confirmed later by her obstetrician, Dr Cobbs, who said:
“The heartbeat of this little one is so strong! Strong enough to be that of twins, Rosa!”
And so it was for Neferti, now reborn as Ciana — that throughout all her ensuing time here — she never, ever stopped remembering and knowing
In Neferti’s incarnation as Ciana, she arrived back on Earth to be confronted by a lifetime of fierce and terrible personal and planetary karma.
These were times of massive planetary cultural genocide and barbarism, amidst the heartbreaking death throes of the beautiful mother planet.
Ciana stood before the portal
As she gathered her courage to step forward, she’d been confronted by Elder Catana once more, who spoke to her of her impending tasks.
“You must fearlessly face your karmic destiny, Neferti, and travel the world until you find the eight forbidden sacred secrets.
These secrets have been gravely corrupted and degraded by many events on the planet since your time in ancient Egypt.”
“When you fully understand what they contain, and when you heal and reactivate them to their original purity, this and only this just might return the sacred Temple of Light and bring peace again to the now broken world.”
As she grew from childhood into maturity, Ciana sought spiritual seekers of her own ilk, but instead was disturbed to continually encounter many deeply unscrupulous spiritual teachers with a deadly and predatory intent.
It seemed the blood drinkers, the true vampires of the planet, had grown very bold and mutants walked barefaced under the sun in these days.
They cloaked themselves from those who could not see
And masqueraded as gurus and leaders, kings, queens and prime ministers, priests and teachers of the sacred yoga.
The demonic strigoi and vampire had become the elite, the populace were blinded by glamour and magic, and in craven submission, implored the demons for their attention. As they fed them with their own light and life energy.
The golden glow they felt when feeding the demon with their own energies, was simply a magic trick any spider uses on a fly — a particularly narcotic effect from the venom they injected into their prey lulled them into gradual death, but kept them alive as a food source for as long as possible.
And because of this, the people willingly, both literally and metaphorically, opened the veins on their neck to feed the strigoi strutting amongst them.
Sad days indeed.
Tragic even.
This was the evil that now covered all the lands of this world
And that Ciana must now confront.
Demonic witches of the very dark arts — Ajé and warlocks, evil mothers and fathers — blocked the paths of true spiritual seekers — drinking their blood, fucking them, and eating their light, their life, and their essence.
Many souls lay in virtual deathlike comas throughout most of their days, unable to move, become who they were meant to be, or in any way fulfil the destiny they had come to earth for, or even create any works of value.
And also, she met some — very few in number, who could be counted as less than the fingers of one hand — with the pure intention of enlightenment and planetary healing.
And yet each, either good or evil, held a precious gift for Ciana, and ultimately gave some of the answers she sought for the healing of herself and humanity.
Shamans, vampire (strigoi and other of their kin), sorcerers and witches taught Ciana — some attempting to harm and destroy her, and others showing her the way to her highest.
Ascended masters, male and female, began to channel through her as she whispered their secrets of enlightenment to those who could hear. She learnt the secret languages of the oppressed and became proficient in CodeSpeak.
Gurus and swamis of celebrity cult status abounded, attempting to use their telepathic abilities and powers of seduction.
Their aim to steal her life and light energies from her - but ultimately they utterly failed in these intentions.
Ciana was wise to them
She also encountered the growing phenomenon of group-mind or HiveMind, with its underlying intention of global mind control. Thwarting their attempts to control her own mind.
The Dogon priesthood, although grieving and deeply angered by the loss of many of their people, chose to also incarnate into these times, to advise Ciana on her difficult tasks.
But they became deeply corrupted by the times. and so evil that they too failed abysmally in this work.
And so she was left alone to her task
The philosophical door opened on the earthly paradox all are born into: of predator and prey, parasite and victim - and the ultimate transcendence of this dynamic.
The light of truth shone on the pharmacological, biochemical and spiritual warfare and genocide against many members of humanity.
With 500,000 souls seemingly eternally trapped in the black sun within her, Ciana must heal the portal, release the souls and rebuild the Temple of Light to live once more under the peaceful rays of the golden sun.
And this could only be done through using the purest power of the Word
Ciana’s unfolding story was to be a shamanic healing journey of epic proportions.
A balmy tropical evening Queensland breeze softly mussed her hair as she sat with one slim black-jeaned leg dangling over an old wooden jetty overlooking the sky-blue Coral Sea.
She gazed out at the horizon and the golden brilliance of the setting sun, then glanced down bemusedly at the pile of papers covered in her scrawled handwriting.
The precious ancient scrolls peeked out of her backpack beside her.
Time was getting short and she had a lot to complete in this lifetime
She knew she was now facing the final moments of a terrible and overwhelming destiny.
The shocking consequences of the devastating ritual she had performed thousands of years previously with her beloved Akhnatn, now reverberated throughout all time.
Ciana was born with a mixed blessing and curse, of total recall of all that had gone before, and what she had come back to do.
And in this lifetime she was born into, it seemed many demons and their minions had also travelled in, carrying a specific agenda.
And almost every spiritual teacher she connected with, through an initial attraction to their published work and charismatic presence, without fail were revealed to be licentious charlatans, predatory parasites only in it for the power, the fame and the sex.
Ciana read again the words of her journal from fifteen years prior:
“I’ve decided on celibacy in this lifetime unless The One, my beloved Akhnatn, arrives, and becomes known to me once more. This is my strong and absolute decision and not made lightly.
If The One doesn’t arrive, I’ll maintain my sanctity of body and soul.
Unto the next lifetime.”
Well, The One had never arrived and she knew this was not about to happen in this lifetime.
Ciana’s growing power resided in the utter purity of her intent, her ability to maintain celibacy for the rest of her life if needs be, and her direct connection with the Sun, with God.
There was only The One she wished to give herself to.
And S/He was clearly not here
Ciana then wrote in her journal, fifteen years later to the day:
“Here I stand.
I should be dead, according to all my enemies. But I’m more powerful than ever. And yet I know the power is not mine but comes from my God. My God thou hast not ever forsaken me! I feel thee! Let us do the work!”
She closed the tattered and dog-eared journal with finality and placed it back in her old backpack.
She had a deadline to reach and time was ticking by.
Fast.
She sighed deeply and picking up her backpack, climbed into her old blue car. She headed back to the old apartment she was renting which overlooked the gorgeous Barrier Reef, to sort out her thoughts, calm her anxiety with meditation, and feel deep into the questions and path now confronting her.
Ciana knew she must now confront and destroy the terrifying demons seeking to destroy her.
This was the only path she could take to reclaim her own life and destiny, and rebuild again what had been lost.
‘Thou arisest beauteous in the horizon of heaven.
O living Aten, beginner of life, when thou dost shine forth in the eastern horizon and dost fill every land with thy beauty’
The time had now arrived
Ciana spread the papers and scroll across her soft white cotton bedspread, and arranged them into the plan she had decided on.
It was a kind of map of her future.
A moral compass of healing for the planet. It spelled the certain death of her enemies and the rebirth of her own eternal life — reborn on this day.
The decision on this day — today — marked the moment of the symbolic rebirth of her life.
And the tentacles of the strigoi, demons, blood drinkers and psi-vampires began falling away from her and finally dying, in a concert of fading demon corpses, shrivelling and fading into the compost of the earth around her.
She was the conductor of her own concert — the Beethoven of the death of the demons, the killer of the undead.
The nemesis of the Strigoi…
And the restorer of light to this place, this beautiful planet.
All she had lost was to return to her, loved ones whose voices had gone, would come back singing, the karmic wheel would turn its final turn, as the promise of her life being fully restored came of age.
She now knew exactly what it was she had to do.
Today was the day
All that had ever sought to harm her would die in one way or another, and in this moment, their fates were sealed and their doom was being carried on the winds of change towards them, for imminent demise.
The coven of evil that had surrounded her since the day of the ill-fated ritual in Akehtaten, were now beginning to feel the pull, in through the ripped curtains of cosmic time, were now being sucked back to where they’d come from, through a vortex of God’s love and back toward their own hell.
And she wrote down the names of the main demons that were going to now leave this time and this place and head back to their own hell.
And thus, her own life and the life of planet Gaia, could begin to shine in its full glory once more:
And as Ciana marked down their names, herons shrieked outside her place, sensing the imminent destruction of evil the opening of cosmic portals and thus shifting of a dark and terrible planetary and personal karma.
The Temple of Light had the power to restore an almost unimaginable time of harmony and peace — an abiding peace that had once existed.
In a time when this lofty aim seemed further away than the edge of the universe, and with a number of vicious and life-threatening enemies aiming to thwart and destroy her, the outcome was now certain.
Here is the riddle of the temple: does it exist in reality, or does it manifest only within the enlightened heart and mind?
Or both?
Ciana had lost her beloved Akhnatn and was now incarnated deep in the alien future of the planet.
Would she ever find her beloved again?
Or would it only be in the life between lifetimes they might ever see eachothers light once more?
She had done all she could now in this lifetime to prepare. It was clear her preparations must now end and the final Ritual begun.
An exquisitely soft breeze stirred the huge green leaves of the tropical foliage and drifted on through the tropical golden-skied dawn.
The gentle sirocco softly kissed Ciana’s hair as she stood on wet sands of the seashore, arms upraised to the rising Sun and to God.
The Ritual to change all past Rituals started
She sang in her sweet mournful voice the words of the Hymn to the Sun her lover had once sung to the Sun, to Aten, in times long gone by -
Thou appearest beautifully on the horizon of heaven, Thou living Aten, the beginning of life!
When thou art risen on the eastern horizon, Thou hast filled every land with thy beauty.
Thou art gracious, great, glistening, and high over every land;
Thy rays encompass the lands to the limit of all that thou hast made: As thou art Re, thou reachest to the end of them; Thou subduest them for thy beloved son.
The sun continued its inexorable rise above the glistening oceanic horizon, greeting her with a loving radiance that warmed her through and through
Though thou art far away, thy rays are on earth; Though thou art in their faces, no one knows thy going.
When thou settest in the western horizon, The land is in darkness, in the manner of death.
They sleep in a room, with heads wrapped up, Nor sees one eye the other.
All their goods which are under their heads might be stolen,
But they would not perceive it.
And higher and higher the sun rose, almost imperceptibly. It was as though the kiss of her lover reached down through the ether to lovingly touch the earth and her.
The land glowed, petals unfolded, bees awoke, and birds listened quietly from mossy branches above, to the sacred chanting call from Ciana below.
Every lion is come forth from his den; All creeping things, they sting.
Darkness is a shroud, and the earth is in stillness, For he who made them rests in his horizon.
At daybreak, when thou arisest on the horizon, When thou shinest as the Aton by day, Thou drivest away the darkness and givest thy rays.
She chanted and sang the rest of the long poem, and the very atoms in the air began rearranging around her.
The colours grew intense, the air itself seemed composed of bubbles of light blue and pink, red, gold and yellow as a deep almost imperceptible humming began - the voice of the cosmos was singing back to its beloved.
And now what had seemed impossible happened, the miracle was born — the portal within Ciana opened as God’s love reached down to warm her, throughout her entire being, body and soul, and right into her very womb.
And as she opened to the warmth and the light, and a multitude of souls was released forever, her terrible karma over - another portal opened.
A nightmarish portal. A hellish abyss. And from within these gates dwelt those who had caused great suffering to others and sealed the fate of their own perdition.
No — not within her.
These were the Gates of Hell
And as these gates opened, the air crackled with the multitude of demons from nightmares of aeons gone by, being pulled in to their inescapable fate.
Ciana pulled out her own list of the diabolical and evil ones that had pursued her so ardently for so many years.
The list of the demonic coven who had sought so hard and so long to destroy and replace her with their artificially created evil golem.
Instead of celebrating and revering her natural light and her inherent good, they had reviled and hated her and caused many others to also do so, intentionally creating an almost unbearably isolated life of misery and anguish for her.
She began her chant of Sacred Endings:
“Here are the names of the accursed wretched demons, those abominations that hunted me relentlessly, with the intention of destroying me and my destiny of global healing - they are marked now to forever leave this place:
Dalilah Depraysie, Golem Howler, Sanguine Graves, Kneel Deamonn, Sihnn Diablo, Rusty Richard Gnash, Boipelo Djinn, Awo De Vil, Joseph Unaduti, Jimmy Le Blanc, Vodun Evilian, Fang Helion, Johnny Wyrm, Gwendolyn Wyrm and Momo Cryptspawn”
She called out to her God to hear her, using the following imprecation:
“And all thy evil minions shall also depart swiftly who have sought to harm the daughter, sister and wife and beloved of God, thy Ciana, me.
Consider thyselves now marked for imminent return to hell in whatever way God should choose to see fit, leaving this place entirely, O thou accursed wretched demons. In God’s name and Aten and Amen and Amun and Asé and so it is.”
A whirlpool of dark energy opened even wider
And their empty, dark and foul souls began their inexorable journey into their eternally damned fate.
There is so much more to be said on this, as the evil ones began their departure and the light on the earth finally began to increase.
A new story with many more chapters to be told is only beginning for Ciana and her world, a world so terribly cast down and shaken by evil for so very long.
Yes, a new story has been born — of love and rebirth and new light. And much needed endings are also in sight.
So let me soon tell you what is to end, enlighten you on all that was, and dream of what is now to come, my dear friends and beloveds.
There is so much more of this story to tell.
Because this is just
THE BEGINNING
*Demons from hell names changed to protect the life of the author!
Copyright 2019/2021 © Julie Von Nonveiller Cairnes. All rights reserved. I first published this on Medium on Mar 22, 2019 https://medium.com/julie-von-nonveiller-cairnes/the-arc-of-the-covenant-bac7a64113c1