Healing Journey in Egypt:

A Year After Losing My Daughter

By Dehyana

This past October marked one year since my daughter Jordy left this world. Her passing was the most devastating moment of my life — a moment that stripped me bare and ushered me into what I call my tomb time, a year-long descent into silence, writing, tears, and deep soul-searching.I didn’t know then that the Spiritual tour to Egypt we had planned for 2025 would become the place where that year-long descent would finally lift, giving way to something new — something sacred. And I want to share that story with you today.

A Year of Silence, Writing, and Stripping Away

After Jordy’s death, I was guided by Spirit to “be still and write.” And that’s all I could do.

I didn’t move much. I didn’t engage much. I didn’t teach much.
I just wrote.
And cried.
And played piano.

It was a year of stripping away identities, roles, and concepts I didn’t even realise I had been clinging to. Losing a child — especially in such a painful way — forces you into a confrontation with every belief you’ve ever held. I wasn’t depressed; I was simply deep, quiet, undone… and profoundly held by Spirit even when I couldn’t feel it.

Our Healing Journey in Egypt

I knew that our 25th pilgrimage — our spiritual tour to Egypt — would fall on the one-year anniversary of Jordy’s passing. And something in me knew I had to be there.

October 6th arrived, and we were on the Nile… under a full moon in Aries. It was as though the heavens themselves arranged the timing.

The moment was luminous, guided, held by Spirit in ways I cannot fully convey with words.

We sailed from Aswan all the way to Cairo — a long, breathtaking cruise that I will continue offering because it is the way the ancients travelled. It is slow, intentional, reverent, and it is profoundly healing.

A Moonlit Ritual on the Nile

That night, under the full moon, our entire group gathered on the top deck — just us, the river, and the shimmering light dancing on the water.

I carried with me one of Jordy’s crystals — a hematite she loved. My beautiful girl had always been drawn to Egypt. She had tattoos of the Eye of Horus, Isis, and Osiris… and she used to say, “One day I’ll go to Egypt with you.” She didn’t make it in the physical, but I brought her with me.

As I held that crystal to my heart, I could feel the presence of love surrounding us: angels, masters, goddesses… ancient ones. The field was alive.

The moonlight was sparkling on the river. Little orbs of light moved around us like faeries — playful, loving, unmistakably present.

I prayed.
I thanked Jordy for the 38 years we shared.
For her three beautiful sons.
For her love.
For her lessons.
And somehow — impossibly — for the grief that carved me open so Spirit could move through me without resistance.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude.

“My Tomb Time Is Over”

After the prayer, I released her crystal into the Nile. And in that moment I felt something shift — like the rolling away of a stone.

My tomb time was over.

I could feel myself rising again, not as who I once was, but as who I have now become… shaped by sorrow, yes, but also illuminated by something far greater.

“Hey Mama, I love you.”

Later that night, as I lay down to sleep, I felt Jordy curl up beside me. She brushed my bangs— something she used to do — and whispered those words. I knew she was there. I knew she was aware of everything we had done in her honour.

It was one of the most tender moments of my life.

A Sacred Moment Shared

We also had an initiate on the trip whose own mother had passed a year ago. During the ritual she heard her mother call her name, just as I heard Jordy.

We stood there, held by Spirit together. Two women, two daughters, two mothers… one field of love.

Another initiate later told me, “October 6th, 2025 is a day I will never forget.” And truly — neither will I.

What True Spirituality Is

During that first year after losing Jordy, I discovered something important:

Spirituality is not memorising teachings.
It’s not meditating to escape discomfort.
It’s not bypassing pain with pretty words.

True spirituality is full immersion.
Into life.
Into grief.
Into the raw, unfiltered experience of being human and divine at once.

Egypt taught me that again — not through concepts, but through direct experience. Through the river. Through ritual. Through surrender. Through love that does not break, even when your heart does.

If You Feel the Call…

Every spiritual tour to Egypt we offer is unique, guided by Spirit, and shaped by the group that gathers. But one intention remains constant:

We go to Egypt to remember who we truly are.
And when we do, miracles happen.
Doors open.
Light pours in.

If you feel the tug in your heart — that unmistakable whisper from Spirit — I would love to have you join me on our next Healing Journey in Egypt in 2026.

We don’t rush through airports or buses. We travel like the ancients — by river — cradled in the healing energy of the Nile.

It is truly royal.
Truly sacred.
Truly transformational.

With Love

Thank you for reading my story, for feeling with me, and for walking this path with such openness and courage.

Take wonderful care.
With love,
Dehyana