The Dragon Queens (The Mystique Trilogy)

by Traci Harding

  I looked to Akbar, annoyed that he had told Jamila about my little family secret.

  ‘I said nothing,’ he defended, in response to my glare. ‘Jamila sought me out and she already knew all about you. It was Jamila who enlightened me as to the origins of your companion, as indeed she enlightened me to a great many truths about myself.’

  If my memory served, I hadn’t told Akbar how I had met Albray, nor how it was that he had come to my aid in the Sinai last year, which seemed to indicate my friend was telling the truth.

  ‘How could you know about us?’ I asked Jamila, desperate for answers.

  ‘Your father told me about you,’ she said, and I near stopped breathing.

  ‘My father died before I was born, and my mother died before I was five,’ I said bitterly.

  ‘So you know little about your conception then?’ Jamila remained calm, knowing she was treading over what was very emotional ground for me.

  I had recently been reading one of my foremother’s journals about her travels in Persia. In it, she had investigated her mother’s claim that she was seduced by an angel on her wedding night who possessed the body of her husband in order to mate with her and produce a human body capable of sustaining an angelic soul. If the child produced by the union was a girl, she would be a Dragon Queen. In all of the history of this planet, past and future, many were born into the Grail bloodline, but the Dragon Queens numbered only six and one—just as the true Grail Princes numbered only six and one. According to Ashlee’s account, twelve of these souls came from a race of advanced humans, the Ceres, who lived on our planet in the harmonic universe above our own. The other two souls were of a different race entirely, known as the Anunnaki.

  ‘Are you implying I am a daughter of Sama-El?’ I said.

  Sama-El was the serpent in the Garden of Eden, which was why his progeny were known as Dragons. It was said that, through the bodies of human men, he had fathered all of these queens and their princes; it was also he who reminded them of their mission here on Earth, once they had evolved sufficiently.

  Jamila nodded. ‘It is he who instructed me to seek you out at this time and enlighten you as to the quest you are destined to perform.’

  ‘Why now?’ Naturally, I was suspicious.

  ‘Your destiny had to be given time to unfold,’ Jamila explained, ‘for your task requires three unique souls: Albe-Ra, the holder of the orangegold flame of Earth’s morphogenetic field; you, the bearer of the blue flame consciousness of Tara; and your daughter, the holder of the violet flame consciousness of Gaia.’

  You could have scooped my jaw off the ground. Ashlee’s journal had predicted that her daughter Charlotte would reincarnate, and when she did she would carry the violet flame.

  ‘How can you know for sure that we are the three flame-bearers?’ Albray interrupted. ‘For it will mean certain death to the three of us if you are wrong.’

  I turned to my husband. ‘Hold on…you know what this is all about?’

  Albray nodded. ‘A very old prophecy…more ancient than I.’

  I felt rather irked that my husband had never mentioned this. ‘Would you care to enlighten me?’

  ‘My love,’ he began, sensing my mood and thoughts, ‘it has never once occurred to me that we might have anything to do with the legend in question.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ I changed my tone to one more accommodating. ‘This is all such a shock.’

  ‘For me too,’ he assured me.

  Jamila offered me a more detailed explanation. ‘The Hall of Records is a fourth-dimensional porthole passage and storage area that connects the morphogenetic fields of Earth, Tara and Gaia—it is a conduit through which data from the Akashic record of the five harmonic universes can be downloaded. The Hall of Records can only be opened by three specific individuals—a man who holds the two-dimensional orange-gold flame, a female who holds the fifth-dimensional blue flame, and another female who holds the violet flame of dimension seven. Once opened, universal memory will come “online”, so to speak. The Sphere of Amenti will release this coded data into the Earth’s grid, where it can be picked up by the human bio-energetic field and translated into conscious information by any being who has managed to assemble the fourth DNA strand or higher.’

  I was only more perplexed. ‘I still don’t understand what the term flame-bearer means.’

  ‘When I speak of the coloured flames, I am referring to the multiple bands of frequency that compose the morphogenetic fields,’ Jamila said. When she saw the frown on my face deepening, she tried to simplify. ‘Take your husband, for example: he holds the orange-gold flame, which is the standing wave pattern that composes the frequencies of dimensions one to three, which you may know as density, the etheric or underworld, and the physical world.’

  ‘Gotcha,’ I said, finally starting to understand.

  ‘The blue flame-bearer—you, Mia—holds the frequency patterns of dimensions four to six—’

  ‘The astral, mental and causal realms,’ I cut in, showing off my newly acquired esoteric understanding.

  ‘Exactly. And the violet-flame holder, your daughter, holds the frequency pattern of dimension seven, through which Tara’s dimensions eight to twelve can be accessed—and this is the primary goal of evolution. Flame-bearers carry a specific magnetic base tone within their DNA—the Gene of Isis—that allows their bio-energetic system to become highly magnetic in order to activate this recessive gene. Without this gene, the human body would be ripped apart when attempting to fulfil the flamebearers’ essential role—to open the Hall of Records. Many have attempted this feat, but only the three flame-bearers combined possess the frequency codes that allow them to act as conduits for downloading the transmissions from the Akashic Record.’

  ‘But there must be thousands of people who have the Gene of Isis in their DNA,’ I said.

  ‘Yes,’ agreed Jamila, ‘I myself am a carrier. However, I am not the chosen bearer of the blue flame, nor am I pregnant with the violet flamebearer.’

  I looked to Albray, who appeared as bewildered as I was.

  ‘You both need time to process this information,’ Jamila said, apparently reading our minds. ‘We shall return in the morning to speak more.’ She stood, as did Akbar.

  ‘Until tomorrow.’ Akbar smiled and bowed his head to us.

  My Arab friend seemed happy and excited, quite unlike the serious, reserved person I’d met in the Sinai. This assignment obviously thrilled him. I could not say I felt the same. The news of my pregnancy changed everything, for if it proved true, mine was no longer the only life at risk when I entered precarious ancient places.

  Albray embraced me the second I closed the door on our guests. ‘We are with child,’ he said, and squeezed me, obviously delighted by the prospect.

  ‘My love, nobody speaks like that any more. And I don’t think we should celebrate being parents until I can confirm Jamila’s prediction.’ I didn’t want to get too excited by the possibility, yet I could not wipe the grin from my face.

  ‘How can we do that?’ he asked. Having been in the twenty-first century for only a few months, he was unaware of all it had to offer.

  ‘I’ll go down to the hotel chemist and buy a pregnancy test, I guess.’

  ‘I’ll go,’ Albray volunteered, eager to run off some of his excited energy. ‘You rest.’ He kissed my forehead and headed for the door.

  ‘Honey…’ I spied his wallet sitting on the table, and when he turned back I referred him to it.

  ‘Ah, right.’ He grinned at his own absentmindedness. ‘I might need that.’ He grabbed the wallet and kissed me again before heading out the door.

  Less than a quarter of an hour later, my pregnancy was confirmed; if we were to believe Jamila’s prophecy, we were expecting a daughter. Albray was over the moon, having longed for centuries to start a family. I wanted to be excited, and was delighted by the prospect of parenthood, but the professional aspect of me regretted the fact that a child was going to curtail my profe
ssional commitments considerably. When I explained my concerns to Albray, he understood, but pointed out that until such options were put to me, I was worrying about something that did not exist.

  ‘But what about the opening of the Hall of Records?’ I said. ‘You don’t think such a task is going to be risk-free, surely?’

  ‘For the true flame-bearers it will be risk-free,’ he replied. ‘Let us wait and hear Jamila out before we put a damper on the best chance for the advancement of planetary consciousness, hey?’

  His attitude was so relaxed that it calmed me too.

  ‘I won’t allow any harm to befall you or our daughter,’ he went on, then grinned, highly amused by his own words. ‘Our daughter,’ he repeated, ‘that just sounds so peculiar coming out of my mouth.’

  ‘I know what you mean…Dad,’ I teased and my own face split in a huge grin again.

  ‘I like the sound of that,’ he said, placing his palm flat against my belly. ‘In here grows the key to a higher harmonic universe and we made her.’

  Albray was clearly proud to have taken part in such a conception, and his kiss conveyed his love and gratitude for the gift I was to bestow on us both.

  By the time Jamila returned the next morning, alone, both Albray and myself were far more at ease.

  Since I had confirmed the cause of my nausea, it had ebbed and been replaced by a huge appetite—I swear I had not stopped eating since I’d found out about Tamar. Yes, we had already decided upon a name for our daughter. Albray felt it would be nice to name her after the first child of the Magdalene, for Tamar was an integral Grail Princess that history had denied ever existed. It was also Tamar who had passed on the Gene of Isis to Albray’s family line and my own.

  Jamila was carrying a huge bunch of flowers, which she handed to me. ‘Congratulations on your happy news, from all at project Alkazar.’

  I accepted the offering graciously and admired the bouquet. ‘How did this project get the name Alkazar?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know of a god by that name.’

  ‘The Secrets of Alkazar is a children’s book on magic that advises aspiring magicians to pay attention to techniques of misdirection, for an audience will always look where the magician looks and treat as important whatever the magician treats as important. Hence, the magician must never look at what he wants to conceal. The Hall of Records is hidden according to the methods of Alkazar,’ she said in conclusion, and smiled.

  ‘So you believe Thoth’s chamber is located somewhere away from the main attractions of the Giza plateau?’ I reasoned.

  ‘Indeed. This is why most investigations into the Giza plateau have come up inconclusive as far as the legendary Hall of Records is concerned, for it is nowhere near the Pyramids or the Sphinx—it is my belief that it is is a gross case of misdirection. However, these markers are still the means to locate the hall in question, if you think like a master architect cum mathematician might. One of the sacred names of the Sphinx is Neb, which means—’

  ‘The spiralling force of the universe.’ I couldn’t resist the chance to show my knowledge again.

  Jamila grinned and nodded. ‘And why should the spiralling force of the universe be associated with the Sphinx?’

  I knew the answer to this one too, as I had read Rocky McCollum’s work on the Giza necropolis. ‘The Fibonacci spiral,’ I stated confidently.

  Fibonacci, born Leonardo da Pisa in 1175 AD, wrote the Liber Abaci in which he outlined a sequence of numbers that begins with 0 and 1, and continues by following the simple rule of adding the last two numbers to get the next—thus the sequence 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 etc. This number sequence was not a new discovery, but rather a rediscovery of the mathematics of Plato’s time and before. The numbers were used in a quadratic equation to find the golden ratio, which is denoted by the Greek letter phi. Phi was used as an integral part of the design of ancient Greek architecture, the most famous construction of which is the Parthenon in Athens.

  ‘In the 1970s, Rocky McCollum noted that you could draw a Fibonacci spiral that would touch the apex of all three of Giza’s Pyramids,’ I said. ‘That spiral folds in on itself at a spot south-east of the Pyramids between the Sphinx and the Nile. Is this where you believe the Hall of Records will be found, at the spot where the spiral ends?’

  ‘If I wished to hide a great treasure on the Giza plateau, where only the discerning mind might find it, this spot, seemingly in the middle of nowhere and yet so carefully marked, would be my choice,’ Jamila replied. ‘But the Fibonacci spiral is not only the physical mathematical signpost to the Hall of Records, it is also the supernatural key to enter it.’

  Now Jamila had lost me and my expression must have reflected this.

  ‘Long ago, the initiates of Horus were trained to expand their consciousness in a Fibonacci spiral in order to separate their astral body from their physical, whereby they gained liberty to explore the subtle world hidden within our physical Earth.’

  ‘You’re talking about astral projection,’ I realised. This was one of the few supernatural talents accredited to my bloodline that I did possess, although I had not utilised the ability since my husband had been awarded a physical form by the Ladies of the Elohim and had ceased to frequent the astral plane.

  ‘This feat is familiar to you.’ Jamila sounded very sure of this.

  ‘Yes, but my talent was purely desire-driven.’ I glanced at my husband who was grinning. ‘I have never attempted the feat purely for the sake of it.’

  ‘Desire-driven, you say?’ Jamila decided to outline what might be of inspiration to me in this instance. ‘Do you not desire that your daughter be born into a world where the will of all humankind is not dictated by a race of beings who would use us as slaves and genetic fodder in order to aid their physical immortality, and thereby damn our own souls forever?’

  ‘What?’ I had yet to read the entire Persian journal written by my foremother, Lady Ashlee Devere, and so I thought the supposition hysterical and couldn’t repress my chuckle.

  Jamila appeared insulted by my reaction. My husband, who had accompanied Ashlee for part of her Persian adventure, did not seem very amused either. He raised his brows and glanced at Jamila apologetically.

  ‘You believe this claim?’ I asked, bemused.

  ‘I have personally fought off five Dracon,’ he confessed, then added, ‘With much help from Lady Devere, of course.’

  ‘Dracon? Do you mean vampires, like Christian Molier?’ I asked.

  Albray shook his head. ‘Christian Molier started out his life as a human. Dracon, on the other hand, have never been human; their genetic roots are reptilian.’

  ‘There is no connection at all?’ I was surprised.

  My husband shrugged. ‘They both have a taste for particular human secretions, and presumably both contributed to the vampire legends through the ages.’

  I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. ‘Why have you never mentioned this?’

  My husband rolled his eyes at the question. ‘I have been operating on the physical plane, on and off, for hundreds of years! We have been together less than six months, so there are bound to be numerous aspects of my experience that we haven’t yet had the chance to discuss.’

  I scoffed at his explanation. ‘This is a little more relevant than just your average, run-of-the-mill, general knowledge, don’t you think?’

  Albray came clean with the true reason. ‘Our relationship is still new. I didn’t want you thinking you were marrying a lunatic.’

  ‘I love that you are a lunatic,’ I said, inciting a grin from Albray, ‘but I will never doubt anything you tell me.’ He looked unconvinced. ‘Okay, I know that wasn’t the case when we first met, but you were a ghost…any human being is bound to be wary in such circumstances.’

  He and Jamila suppressed their amusement, realising I was bordering on information overload again. I ignored their reaction and went on.

  ‘Here I am, newly pregnant and being told that the planet I live on and the spec
ies I belong to are in serious threat of being overthrown by a race of reptilian creatures! So just tell me what we need to do in order to open the Hall of Records.’

  ‘You and your husband must go to the place marked by the end of the spiral, and then use the spiralling technique to proceed into the hall itself,’ Jamila advised.

  ‘So it is only our astral forms that have to enter the ancient dwelling?’ I was most relieved not to have to place my child or myself in physical danger.

  ‘I believe so, but that does not mean there is no risk involved.’ Jamila was quick to correct my misconception. ‘Even using the ancient spiralling technique, people have physically died trying to open the hall. Throughout the ages, one hundred and forty-eight sets of three have attempted to enter Thoth’s chamber and all have perished.’

  ‘Did you send any of those people to their deaths?’ I asked Jamila.

  ‘No,’ she assured me.

  ‘But how can you be so sure that we three are the chosen ones?’ I was feeling panicked now. ‘What if your source is really some shape-shifting vampire, like Molier, posing as an angel to advise you to send us to our deaths?’

  ‘Because I would see through such a deception,’ Jamila replied calmly. ‘I can clearly see both the blue flame and the violet flame that have ignited in you, due to your love and union with this man.’ She motioned to my husband. ‘Mighty forces that were once dormant in both of you have now been unleashed, and through your love for one another you have been granted the ability to defend and serve your cause, that of your unique daughter, and indeed the whole planet.’

  ‘Is that what they told Jesus Christ and the Magdalene, do you think?’ I asked Jamila.

  ‘Rather interesting that you chose the name of their first daughter for your own,’ she responded, her brows raised.

  I hadn’t mentioned our choice of name. ‘How do you know what we plan to call our daughter?’

  Jamila only smiled, as if to say ‘Do you really have to ask?’.