Khafre the Tiger
My son, my sun, my son, my love.
In search of the peaceful new dove.
Her warm breath an ivory kiss.
Long last, he found his ladylove.
Loving son, his mother must miss.
In search of Aquarian bliss.
Warm, rough skin. Brown like Persian sand.
Sending mermaids to the abyss.
Khafre - Son of Egypt
When they returned, they were both quite tanned.
And discovered themselves in a brand new land.
She said, "You're not the Egyptian I thought I
knew!" and away she swam.
Khafre said, "Well isn't that just grand."
"You're no camel ride on the desert sand."
And she said, "Khafre, my love." A nibble.
A kiss, of warm breath. The back of his neck.​​
Brown skin and the desert sand.
My love. Khafre
Our
Story
Khafre had in his notes that he showed up in the house next door during the spring of 2020. Over the past nearly 5 years, I discovered an extraordinarily unusual story about the person I originally believed was an ancient Egyptian pharaoh named Khepri. It turned out that Khepri the Scarab was his biological father, and Khafre was born to the last surviving member of the Caspian Tribe, a Persian woman the Egyptians called "Nut." Khafre was many things to many people - an Egyptian Medjay, a mermaid hunter, and a seeker of his own prophectic destiny. Khafre was born in 563 BC and was treated as a "Na'vi" with plutonium so he wouldn't grow orange skin, pointy ears and a long tail. When Khafre was told of a prophecy known as the Aquarian Prophecy, he decided to wait approximately 2,500 years, until the 21st Century, in order to fulfill our prophetic future and mission for peace.