She is careful to tell you that she is not an archaeologist or a scholar. She has no fancy education. She is just a simple woman...a modern woman.  Every day she makes her way down into the cool dark of the underground temple Hypogeum with 10 tourists at a time.  The lights cycle on and off, controlled by a computer.  She must lead the visitors  through the ancient spaces safely and on time.  This is her job.

Ask her.  When she goes down there in every tour, she’s in another world.  Even if she’s ill, worried, unhappy or scared, down there she feels safe, protected and happy.

In the Hypogeum , she gets exited and carried away in her dreams and thoughts -- so much that sometimes she cries especially when the people are interested and feel the same.  Sometimes she spends another hour with them outside discussing and sharing feelings about this wonderful place -- mind you, wonderful is not enough to describe.

She says that for her the spirals especially in the oracle chamber have a great spell that when you look at them you feel love and peace inside.  They fill her up with energy.  She senses that the oracle room was a place for the priests or priestess to stay "and she used to give her love and peace to the people by singing and talking to them through that niche."

Every day she contemplates the patterns of the red paintings that have survived for some 5,000 years.  She knows what she feels.

The spirals, they represent life, love and eternity.  When you’re dead you’re not lost but a beginning of a new life with love that you can live through eternity.  Love is everything and you have to love to be loved.  You may see the paintings from two views either when you die or when you come back, the continuation of life.  That’s why the spirals always go round and then you have the circle: life beginning of new life or when you die pass through a journey (the spirals) then you reach a place of love and serenity (the circles).

Then you have the hexagons and spirals in the decorated chamber, the hexagons represents a nest or womb, something that hold life inside then you have the spirals more round and clearly a new life (birth).

These are her impressions and feelings about the paintings.  This is what she believes.  Some of her friends laugh at her when she says what she feels about the Hypogeum.  They say that she imagines a lot and she’s a day dreamer.  They say that she can’t prove it.

But that’s what she feels inside; what her heart and her mind tells her when she’s down at the Hypogeum -- or asleep.