From the world of spirit comes this startling sliver of history no one has ever recorded. It is a story of endings, of lost splendor, and a love that would not die. A fully channeled work, the story begins with a vision. It is the year 214 AD, the beginning of an epoch of slavery, leprosy, and crucifixions in the city of Luxor. It marks the last of everything Egyptian, including its mystical priesthood and the gods of the pharaohs, a story achingly rendered by Lukhamen’s son, the author’s spirit guide. This is a visual voyage into the past, a time when Egypt, the most glorious civilization on the face of the earth, was savagely looted and ravaged by the Roman Empire. As if that atrocity weren’t enough, the Romans, not content with Egypt’s land and treasures, sought to erode its soul, erase every remnant and memory of its glorious past. And all for wheat. Bread for the Roman army. One man defied the predator. One man resisted and helped his people to remember who they were—the true descendants of the most magnificent, the most glorious ancestors to ever walk the face of the earth. One man became a light unto his family and to his people: Lukhamen, the last High Priest of Amon.