How else did she know his secrets?


He wore the Khepresh. The Blue Crown of Ancient Egypt decorated with golden discs.

And in a whisper, he told her his name.

Seti I, pharaoh of the New Kingdom, son of Ramesses and Sitre of the Nineteenth Dynasty of Egypt…

With a start, Dorothy woke up.

Another night, another dream.

Of Egypt.

Dorothy Eady was 15. She’d been dreaming of Egypt most of her life.

Ever since the fall.

Dorothy had been born in London in 1904. The daughter of Irish immigrants to the city, her family didn’t have much.

And then, at 3-years-old, she tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. She lay unconscious and hardly breathing. Distraught, her parents expected the worst.

But before a doctor could arrive to check on little Dorothy, she was up and awake and talking as if nothing had happened.

Only, something had happened. Dorothy would never be the same again.

‘I want to go home,’ she started crying.

‘But you are home,’ her mum and dad told her, confused.

A year on, things got stranger.

The Eady family went on a day trip to the British Museum. As soon as Dorothy saw the museum’s ancient sculptures of Egyptian gods and pharaohs, the mummies, death masks and amulets, she started to cry.

She kissed the feet of the statues, she gazed in wonder at their regal faces.

‘These are my people,’ she said.

And when she saw a picture of the Temple of Seti in the ancient city of Abydos, she pointed and stared.

‘This is my home!’ she cried. ‘This is where I used to live!’

Temple of Seti I (Photo: Alamy)

Her parents couldn’t understand it. But Dorothy was adamant.

She’d lived before. In Ancient Egypt.

Over the next years, Dorothy lived and breathed Egypt. She visited museums, read everything she could.

She even started lessons in the Ancient Egyptian language, and the hieroglyphic writing system.

Her teacher was amazed by how quickly she mastered the obscure, difficult language.

‘I’m not learning from scratch,’ Dorothy explained. ‘I’m reminding myself of a language I thought I’d forgotten.’

And she started to dream.

Strange, haunting dreams about one pharaoh in particular…

Seti I.

But what was her connection with Egypt? With Seti I?

Had she, perhaps, lived a life before? A life in the ancient past, among the dusty pyramids and sandy deserts of Ancient Egypt?

Inside the Temple of Seti I (Photo: Alamy)

By the time she was 29, Dorothy moved to Egypt.

There, she began to dream not only of Seti…but of the spirit Hor-Ra.

And it was Hor-Ra who told Dorothy the story of her previous life.

The year was 1294BC. Seti I was pharaoh of Egypt. Dorothy’s name then was Bentreshyt. She was a consecrated virgin, a priestess of Osiris in Seti’s temple, the very temple she’d recognized as a little girl in 1908.

But then, the young Bentreshyt had broken her vow of eternal virginity.

She’d become Seti’s lover. And then, she’d become pregnant.

It was an offence against the god Osiris himself.

Bentreshyt knew her pregnancy would cause scandal, knew it would compromise her lover’s position as pharaoh.

And so she made the ultimate sacrifice. She took her own life, and in so doing, that of her unborn child.

Now, here Bentreshyt was again. Living and breathing as Dorothy Eady.

Dorothy wrote down everything the spirit Hor-Ra told her. In perfect Ancient Egyptian.

Academics and experts were baffled. It seemed crazy to think this young woman had been an Egyptian virgin priestess of Osiris two thousand years ago.

It seemed crazy to even consider the idea of reincarnation.

But no one could explain Dorothy’s fluency in the Egyptian language.

She started helping out at archeological digs. Her knowledge of the language a vital asset.

Carved walls inside the temple (Photo: Alamy)

One such dig was at Abydos, the site of the temple where Dorothy claimed she’d once lived as Bentreshyt.

The archeologists were looking for the temple garden.

‘Dig here,’ Dorothy said, pointing at a featureless expanse of sandy soil.

And in that very spot, the archeologists began their dig. It wasn’t long before they’d uncovered the garden.

But how had Dorothy known where the garden was? It had been covered in earth for millennia.

She led archeologists to previously unknown secret tunnels around the temple, identified details of wall-paintings that had never been published.

Dorothy Eady knew the temple like the back of her hand. And no one could understand why.

It was in the shadow of Seti’s temple that Bentreshyt lived out the rest of her days as Dorothy.

Seti had come to her again in a dream. He’d explained that by working at the temple in this life, the sins of her past life would be washed away. And her soul would at last be able to join his in the afterlife.

She studied, she wrote, she guided tourists. And eventually, when she was 77-years-old, on 21 April 1981, Dorothy Eady’s work was done.

Her soul left this world. For the second time.

Perhaps to be with Seti.

She’d sacrificed her first life for him. And in her dream of Egypt, she’d also given him her second.

Seti and Bentreshyt were reunited. And who knows? Maybe one day they’ll walk this earth again…


The Mystery of Nefertiti’s Tomb


For many years, experts have been unable to find the tomb of the great Egyptian queen Nefertiti. But Dorothy said it was hidden beside the tomb of Tutankhamun in the Valley of the Kings. It wasn’t until recently the technology existed to potentially prove her right. In 2006, a radar scan of Tutankhamun’s tomb revealed secret chambers hidden underneath it. Sadly, getting to those secret chambers would risk damaging priceless underground wall paintings. But could Dorothy have shown the way to Nefertiti’s mysterious tomb?