The Cosmic Spark

by Leo Ndelle

  “Wait!” he said. “You mean… But… Why, though?”

  “What did you think was the purpose of you going through everything you went through?” it asked rhetorically. “Why do you think you were given access to the Dimensions of Time, Space, Energy and Ether?”

  “I was going through training,” Yeshua nodded to himself.

  A moment later, he leaned forward.

  “You said I was ‘given access’,” he continued. “Who gave me this access?”

  “That part was hidden from me,” the being replied. “In my polarized state as Akasha, I could influence the situation and Creation, which is my best guess regarding who or what was behind your selection, did not want to risk my interfering with its plan.”

  “I see,” Yeshua said. “Now everything makes sense, including my refusal to accept the position as council father in Atlantia. It just didn’t feel right.”

  “I would recommend you pick a new name for this,” it said, gesturing around the Realm-Dimension of Akasha.

  Yeshua lowered his head in contemplation.

  “It is just a recommendation, Yeshua,” it said. “If you still want to go by that name.”

  “I understand,” Yeshua replied and raised his head. “I have chosen a name.”

  “Very well,” the being said. “Please proceed.”

  Yeshua stood up and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again.

  “From now on,” Yeshua spoke with authority. “This realm-dimension shall be called Sananda!”

  And the realm-dimension resonated in agreement to its new name.

  “I like the name,” it said and stood up as its seat disappeared into the floor. “This is my official handing over of the realm-dimension to you. I wish you all the blessings of Creation.”

  “Thank you,” replied the being formerly known as Yeshua.

  Its transmutation became complete, rendering it into a formless, genderless being, just like its predecessor was. It was a transmutation of being that resulted in an ascension.

  “Welcome to your new role… Sananda,” the being formerly known as Akasha said. “I will ‘see’ you in the next Cosmic Spark.”

  “Thank you,” Sananda, formerly known as Yeshua replied in like manner. “See you in the next Cosmic Spark.”

  Sananda no longer felt its predecessor’s presence as its predecessor ascended to become one with The Logos.

  ***

  “It does feel different, doesn’t it?” Fazim said

  Her eyes were closed as she snuggled against Patrick’s chest.

  “Indeed, my love,” Patrick replied and kissed her on the forehead.

  She angled her head upwards and kissed him on the lips.

  “Here we are, two guardians from two different realms and dimensions, and madly in love with each other,” Fazim cooed.

  “Never took you for a poet,” Patrick said and the two of them laughed a little.

  “Did you like Mother’s gift to us?” Fazim asked.

  “I am lost for words,” Patrick replied. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

  “Do you think she showed every guardian in Creation?” Fazim asked.

  “Mother does not discriminate,” Patrick replied. “So, I believe she showed every guardian a glimpse of the Cosmic Spark.”

  Patrick turned on his side so that he could look at Fazim’s resplendent face. He smiled with love like he had never felt for any woman before as he gently kissed Fazim on the lips.

  “I remember when I was telling Father about Eliel,” Patrick giggled. “I was so rubbing it in his face. Imagine if I could tell him about the Cosmic Spark now.”

  Fazim smiled kindly and placed a hand on Patrick’s cheek.

  “You okay, baby?” Fazim asked.

  “Never been better, Sara, I mean Fazim!” Patrick quickly corrected himself. “I miss him, but he’s fine, just like the rest of his team.”

  “Do you know where they went to?” Fazim asked.

  “They’re ascended, but still within the Dimension of Oryon,” Patrick replied. “Something ‘bout epitomizing the zodiac. I’m linked to them all, through Father.”

  “Well, I’m glad to hear that, baby,” Fazim said.

  She gently pushed Patrick on his back and snuggled against his chest.

  “Enjoy your vacation while it lasts,” Fazim said after a few seconds.

  “Yeah,” Patrick laughed. “Trouble will come. And I’ll be here, waiting.”

  “Ma man!” Fazim said and sat up. “Gotta go now, baby. See you soon?”

  “Anytime, babe,” Patrick replied. “Too bad I can’t visit your realm yet.”

  “In due time, baby,” Fazim said and kissed him. “Love you.”

  She teleported away before Patrick could reply. Patrick smiled, lay back on the grass and closed his eyes. The peace and serenity of this open field on this unknown island of Earth Realm was soothing to his soul.

  “Who’re you trying to fool, Mister Guardian?” Sarael asked rhetorically as she appeared next to him.

  “Shouldn’t you be gone somewhere, like everyone else?” Patrick replied.

  “Tried to, but someone needs to babysit your sorry self,” Sarael rebutted and lay next to him. “Can’t trust you doing all that dirty work by yourself, you know.”

  “Applying to be my sidekick?” Patrick teased and smiled.

  “Screw you, Patrick!” Sarael laughed and punched him in the gut.

  Patrick did not feel a thing, just as Sarael expected. But he did feel her snuggle against his chest.

  “One rule,” he said after a few seconds. “You follow my lead at all times. Are we clear?”

  “Sir, yes sir!” Sarael replied and saluted with her free hand.

  “What have I gotten myself into?” he asked rhetorically.

  “You’re gonna love me, Patrick,” Sarael said and straddled him. “I’m gonna bug you until you love me!”

  “Wouldn’t have it any other way, my friend,” Patrick said.

  Sarael kissed him lightly on the lips. There was nothing romantic or sexual in her act. It was just a friendly kiss. They both knew there was never going to be anything beyond platonic friendship between them; not even friendship with benefits. The best part of it all was that they were at peace with that notion.

  “Wanna go see a movie?” Patrick asked. “You know, like normal humans do?”

  “Sure, my dark knight,” Sarael replied.

  The two of them teleported to a local theater in Canada. It was going to be one of many fun days to come.

  CHAPTER FORTY

  EPILOGUE

  “GOOD MORNING, FATHER Supreme,” a priest greeted as he opened the door of the black, bulletproof, luxury car with tinted windows.

  “Good morning,” Antonio replied.

  Three minutes later, he was in the office once occupied by his former boss. It had been a few weeks since the globe was on the verge of obliteration, literally. The auric sensors of the O.R. had failed from an overload, over two billion people had died, killed by either mega cataclysmic, geological occurrences, other humans, or even from things that defy scientific explanations, like etheric explosions, aura eradication and many others. Some people just vanished without a trace. The situation was called many things: Armageddon, alien invasion, secret government technology gone terribly wrong, World War III, rapture, end of days, and many others. In the end, those who survived had a better appreciation of life in general. Earth Realm was still not a paradise, but everyone who survived could tell everything, including themselves, was different.

  Antonio’s cell phone rang. He retrieved it from his pocket. Unknown Caller ID it read on the screen. He accepted the call and placed the phone to his ear.

  “Hello, Father Supreme,” a voice Antonio recognized said. “I trust you’re doing well. Just wanted to remind you that I’m at your service whenever you need me. All you need to do is call and I’ll be there.”

  Antonio placed the phone on the table. It was useless. T
he voice was in his head. His ‘caller’ was communicating to him via telepathy.

  “Um, thank you… Guardian,” Antonio stammered.

  “You can drop the ‘guardian’,” Patrick said. “Not necessary.”

  “I can’t address you by your first name only,” Antonio admitted. “It feels very disrespectful.”

  “I understand,” Patrick said.

  “How may I address you then?” Antonio asked.

  “Ether,” Patrick replied. “You can call me Ether.”

  ***

  “Do you really buy that biblical crap about God creating the universe in seven days?” Miguel asked as he continued setting chairs on top of tables.

  “Why not?” Jessie replied. ‘It’s written in the bible and God’s word is true.”

  “Does God’s word mention anything about dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures?” Miguel asked. “I mean, those fossils weren’t buried by scientists who just wanna disprove creationism, were they?”

  “They wasn’t, but that don’t mean evolutionism is a fact,” Jessie argued.

  Indah smiled at the cuteness of her coworkers. They were always into one debate or another when the restaurant was closed. Their debates did add some excitement to the mundaneness of the workday. Tonight, the debate was about creationism versus evolution.

  “You got this, girl?” asked the owner.

  “Sure thing, boss,” Indah replied. “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

  “Oh, that’s right,” the owner replied. “Tomorrow is your day off.”

  Brief goodbyes were exchanged between restaurant owner and employees before the owner left.

  “If I may,” Indah said, “I may have a possible take on this topic.”

  “Let’s hear it, Indah,” Jessie replied.

  “There are so many logical and scientific facts which disprove creationism and poke too many holes into evolutionism,” Indah began, eliciting cocked eyebrows from Miguel and Jessie. “I’ll start with you Jessie. Have you considered the possibility that the ‘seven days’ referred to in the old testament of the Christian bible could stand for seven periods of ‘time’ and not just seven 24-hour days?”

  “It is possible,” Jessie agreed. “But God is omnipotent.”

  “No one is disputing the omnipotence of the one you call ‘God’, Jessie,” Indah smiled at her cuteness. “However, if you could just hear me out, maybe what I have to say will help shed some light on this topic?”

  Miguel and Jessie glanced at each other before returning their focus on Indah.

  “Indulge me, guys,” Indah pleaded with a smile.

  “Fine!” Miguel sighed and pulled up a chair. “But only because you’re cute.”

  “Thanks, Miguel,” Indah said. “But you’re still not getting my number. Even you, Jessie. I’m sorry.”

  “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” Jessie sat on a stool by the counter.

  “Okay,” Indah rubbed her hands together in excitement. “First of all, the humans of Earth measure time chronologically using seconds, minutes etc., and base the ‘age’ of the universe from this perspective. This is fundamentally flawed because, this realm- sorry, planet- is so much younger than the universe is. I mean, come on now, what we know about Creation is almost nothing.”

  “Creation?” Jessie was confused.

  “I’m sorry, meant the universe,” Indah replied. “We have to shift our point of view and start looking things from the perspective of the universe and not from Earth Realm’s perspective.”

  “You’re so cute when you say ‘Earth Realm’,” Miguel grinned sheepishly.

  “Ignore me, alright,” Indah laughed a little. “So, back to what I was saying. If we start looking at ‘time’ from the universe’s perspective, we’ll see that a billion years or more of Earth’s years could even be far less than a microsecond of universal time. Imagine, for example, telling a mayfly with a lifespan of 24 hours that Solaris is more than five billion years old.”

  “What’s Solaris?” Jessie asked.

  “Sorry, meant the known solar system,” Indah smiled. “Just a term I read somewhere. Thought it was cool.”

  “Okay,” Jessie shrugged.

  Indah noticed the pensive looks on her coworkers’ faces and decided to make her point quickly.

  “Now, what if those ‘seven days’ in the bible symbolized seven separate periods or cycles in the life of the universe?” Indah prompted. “Think about it. Science confirms the existence of prehistoric creatures but fails to explain their origins without a shred of doubt, including the origins of humans. We can get into the nitty gritty of things, but you’ve all done your homework already.”

  Indah took a step closer towards her coworkers, who were starting to look at her as if she had lost her mind.

  “Y’all gotta admit that humans have been evolving a lot over the past decades and centuries,” Indah continued, “but not in the physical sense. Humans are becoming smarter, more in tune with life, asking more questions and seeking to understand more about life and themselves. They’re breaking through the status quo and becoming more self-aware. Humans are undergoing an evolution that goes beyond the perception of the five physical senses. In other words, humans are undergoing a spiritual evolution. And what if a brand new ‘day’ has just begun in Creation, a metaphorically eighth day?”

  “I’m going home, Indah,” Miguel stood up and flipped his chair over a table.

  “Right behind you, brother!” Jessie slid off her stool and grabbed her purse.

  “Come on, guys!” Indah pleaded with a grin. “You gotta admit you agree with most of what I’m saying.”

  “Love you girl, but I think you need a drink, a stiff one,” Miguel held the door open for a giggling Jessie. “Pun intended.”

  “I’ll see you knuckleheads on Wednesday,” Indah blew them a kiss.

  Seven minutes later, Indah locked the restaurant and lit a cigarette. It was almost midnight. The yellow neon sign of the restaurant was the only source of illumination in this area, along with the headlights of passing cars. Indah took a long drag of her cigarette, held the smoke in her lungs before slowly exhaling.

  “I still don’t know what humans find so rewarding in this thing,” she said.

  “State your business here, creature,” a man asked from the shadows.

  “I mean, it gives them cancer and who-knows-what else,” Indah continued talking as if she was by herself. “And yet, they keep indulging in it.”

  Indah took another drag of her cigarette as the man stepped into the glare of the neon lights.

  “I won’t ask again,” he warned.

  “Fine,” Indah sighed and turned to face the stranger. “But only because you’re the guardian of this realm.”

  Patrick glared at her.

  “My name is Muxolak and I’ve been living on your realm for over 120,000 years,” she said. “I’m from the Realm of Ganbem in the Dimension of Liman. Have you heard of them?”

  “No,” Patrick replied.

  “Have you heard of Misele, Xoza, Asah maybe?” Muxolak asked.

  “Asah, yes,” Patrick replied.

  “I’m from way beyond Asah,” Muxolak tossed her cigarette on the ground and crushed it. “I mean your kind no harm.”

  Muxolak was impressed Patrick did not react to the introduction she gave him.

  “You still didn’t answer my question,” Patrick insisted.

  “It’s a new day for Creation,” Muxolak replied and raised her eyes to meet Patrick’s. “I’m here to help your kind transition into this new day.”

  Patrick watched as Muxolak revealed her true form to him. His jaw dropped at the indescribable beauty of this creature who glowed with a color Patrick had only seen when Mother showed him a glimpse of the Cosmic Spark, the new and eighth color of the new spectrum of light. He had so many questions, but tonight was not the night.

  “Like I said, guardian,” Muxolak returned to the human form she had chosen for herself. “I mean your kind no
harm. Your kind is still so very young and needs help, though you have evolved to the point of having a guardian. Kudos.”

  Muxolak smiled at Patrick’s surprise.

  “That’s right,” she continued. “You’re the very first guardian of Earth Realm.”

  “Very well then,” Patrick said and relaxed. “But you should’ve informed me of your presence.”

  “For that oversight, I am deeply sorry, guardian,” Muxolak bowed towards Patrick. “I assure you that I meant no disrespect.”

  “No worries,” Patrick said. “Now you know I’m on to you.”

  “That I am aware of, guardian,” Muxolak replied calmly. “Be well, guardian.”

  “Be well, Muxolak,” Patrick replied and teleported away.

  Muxolak started walking along the dark road towards her favorite tree. The headlights of an SUV bathed her five-foot-eight-inch body of average build as it drove past her. She waited until all was dark again before turning behind the tree.

  “Now, I need a messenger,” Muxolak smiled before she teleported away.

  ***

  The drive was supposed to be no longer than 20 minutes from Columbia to Severn, Maryland. Rush hour traffic on 32 North turned a twenty-minute ride to 52 minutes on average. Now THAT was taxing to the psyche, even for someone as Zen as he was. Work! Why could he not just win the lottery? Why did he have to put up with the mundaneness of being a biller in a company in which upper management could not give a rat’s left nut about those at the bottom of the company ladder like him and his coworkers.

  “Because you got bills to pay, dummy!” he said out loud as he blared the horn.

  Stupid mother-effer! Cutting him off like that. He made a right into Grand View and made another right. He parked his cheap sedan and headed around the building to the side steps. His crash pad was okay. It could have passed for a nice one bedroom apartment. At least, this basement had a window, a washer and dryer, an actual kitchen with an oven and more space than the last tiny studio he rented. The best part of it all: he could afford the damn place! He tossed his keys and fedora on the futon and headed for the restroom. And then, it hit him.

  He remembered his body going ramrod stiff as he crashed to the ground and convulsed violently. He was fully aware of what was going on and he could do absolutely nothing about it. That was the most frightening part of all: knowing that he was about to die, or so he thought, and there was nothing he could do about it. Then, he felt as if an insane amount of electric current was flowing through him and thousands of tiny, glittering specks danced in front of his eyes in what appeared to be jagged patterns. He was glad his tongue was behind his teeth, teeth that were clamped so tightly they might as well have been glued shut. Suddenly, everything became still and peaceful. His body relaxed and the tiny, glittering specks that danced in front of his eyes were anything but random.