‘For as long as this planet has been inhabited, there has been an interstellar war raging between its past and future inhabitants,’ she went on. ‘This conflict has been whittling its way down to a zero point, and that critical point will be realised within the next twenty years. Whether you like it or not, you two are going to be heavily involved in the outcome.’
Albray was nodding slightly, as if conceding that her claim rang true for him. It was easy for him to be so accepting, I thought, having fought his way through so many adventures since the thirteenth century, both on the physical plane and beyond. He was already used to being an interdimensional, time-hopping warrior. But now he had a new priority and I was angered by his apparent disregard for our unborn child.
‘What about the safety of our baby?’ I demanded.
‘Knowledge is the greatest weapon of all,’ he assured me. ‘We cannot protect her from what we do not know about.’
‘Allow me to share what knowledge I have been given about your task, and then decide what level of involvement you will have,’ Jamila requested.
I was silent a moment, considering whether I was capable of processing any more information right now.
‘Surely it would be better to hear Jamila out, so we can make an informed decision as soon as possible?’ Albray suggested, and I nodded.
The prophetess was grateful. ‘I have known for some time that the chosen three would come from the Western world,’ she began. ‘But it wasn’t until word reached me about your victory in the Sinai, Mia, that I suspected you to be one of the flamebearers.’
‘Was it Akbar who told you?’ I asked. I knew that the leaders of the Sinai project had gone to great pains to bury the details of the archaeological dig; only those intimately associated with the project could have known about it.
‘The Magi of Akbar’s order informed me of your service to them, and once I began to investigate you in the Greater Akashic library, much more psychic information was forthcoming—about your husband, your daughter and yourself.’
‘The Greater Akashic library?’ I’d never heard of such a place.
‘Akasha is a planetary recorder cell—a library of knowledge that is sorted in two distinct levels. The Lesser Akashic is fed by the thoughts and emotions of all human consciousness throughout the history of Earth and acts as a frequency consciousness monitor for the entire Earth grid at any given time. The purest knowledge-forms from the Lesser Akashic are transmitted into light inscriptions, which are then “flamed”, or inscribed, into the heart of each crystal in the Greater Akashic field of the recorder cell…so one could say that the Greater Akashic Record is a Light-library.’
‘But if this library is a record of history, and my daughter has yet to be born, how can you have perceived information about her from there?’
‘Time is simultaneous,’ she explained. ‘The Akasha exists in the higher etheric realms outside of time, and therefore past and future are equally realised, although are constantly changing due to developments in the inter-time war.’
I was starting to feel a little ill and really just wanted to go and lie down. ‘How you found us is really not so pertinent right now as what you have planned for us,’ I said, cutting to the chase.
‘Of course.’ Jamila smiled warmly to assure me she understood my impatience. ‘To enter the Hall of Records, you must use the spiralling technique to liberate your subtle body from the physical. Once this is achieved, you will find yourselves in a room constructed of red granite, like that used in the antechamber to the king’s chamber in the Great Pyramid. In the corner of this first room you will encounter a clay pot. I have been informed that this pot is a key for negotiating the way safely through to the Hall of Records. There are three passages leading from this room, and the right person will know how to read what is written on the pot in order to choose the right path. Any but the true flame-bearers will not make it beyond this point. Two of the channels lead to death. And in the case that someone who is not a true flame-bearer makes a lucky guess, the third channel will suck you in and never let you go.
‘The right person will make it to the door beyond the guarded channels and, upon arrival, will produce a particular sound and this sonic frequency will open the door. Beyond is a long hall where the walls, floor and ceiling emit their own light—it will appear as though the air itself is lit up. Along one wall are etched images of the forty-eight chromosomes of Christ-consciousness, the first of which is the Flower of Life. From this hall, many rooms and passages lead to still more rooms, wherein is stored the physical proof of the technologically advanced civilisations that existed on Earth millions of years before the scope of our current historical record. Among these rooms is a gold stairway with a holograph above it that names the three persons who are appointed to enter. These will not be the names they were born with, but their soul names.’
‘And what is down the stairs?’ I asked as Jamila paused to sip at some water Albray had poured for her.
‘I cannot say. For only those pictured in the holograph are permitted to know.’
REVELATION 26
AKASHA
I lay awake that night, mulling over all that I had learned that day. I kept coming back to the nonhuman enemies of mankind.
‘The Nefilim are real; they are not from our planetary system, but they have a good working knowledge of the time porthole system in our dimension,’ Albray had explained.
Jamila had added a more modern perspective. ‘The Dracon are an affiliated group of the Nefilim, who are in contact with governments and responsible for most of the current alien abduction phenomena. The Nefilim are planning to use holographic implants to mentally take over humanity—a strategy which has been made infinitely easier by their distortion of ancient spiritual teachings. These holographic implants will bring all affected humans under the control of a frequency fence. The implants themselves are so small that they cannot be detected with the naked eye, and can be introduced into a human body via a simple injection disguised as immunisation, a flu shot or any other medication.
‘Your bloodline makes you naturally resilient to disease,’ she went on, ‘but the Nefilim have spent many ages instilling in humans the habit of obeying overarching authority figures. You have been programmed to obey their word without question and follow blindly the ideas of others; hence you mistrust and fear your own instincts and can no longer make a personal connection to the source. The time is now ripe for the Nefilim and the Dracon to carry out their mental takeover.’
It was horrifying news, but my brain was exhausted by the effort of processing all I had been told today. Finally, the demands of my tired body overrode my excess adrenaline levels, shutting down my brain and sending me into a deep sleep.
I stand in the centre of a chamber constructed of huge red granite blocks. I understand this is an ancient place, although it appears so spotless and new that I could be the first being ever to see it complete. It is cubed in shape and the featureless ceiling is two storeys above my head. On the far wall are three doors; torches burn between them, casting light into the chamber and shadow into the passages that lead out of it. I turn around to see Albray inspecting a pot in the corner to the right of me. I join him and gaze curiously at the pot, which is engraved with words in a language I have never before seen.
‘What does it say?’ My husband looks to me for answers.
A great panic grips my heart as I realise I am unable to draw any sense from the markings. I sense dark forces swirling around us and suddenly I am no longer in the chamber.
I am walking along an earthen tunnel that slopes down in one direction and upward in the other. The walls are lit by a luminous green fungi that is growing all over them. Albray is no longer with me, but I carry our daughter, asleep, in my arms—a newborn babe, perfect and helpless. As I admire her I hear the sound of clattering; it is distant but approaching fast. I hesitate only long enough to pinpoint the source in the downward part of the tunnel, but even that short time is too lo
ng—several huge lizard creatures slither along the floor, walls and ceiling towards us. I turn and run, knowing I must protect my child. As the tunnel gets steeper, the baby in my arms impedes my escape towards the daylight. I have no means to defend myself; no experience to draw upon. My panic explodes into horror as my child is snatched from my grasp.
The reptilian holds my screaming babe high above his head in victory. ‘The flame-bearer!’ he cries.
His companions gather around, eager to rip her to shreds and devour her before me.
My scream draws the attention of the lizard warriors, their jaws now dripping with my daughter’s blood. One touches a thick metal band attached to his left wrist; a long metal spike extends forth from it as he moves towards me.
‘Mia…Mia, wake up.’
I felt someone gently shaking me. My eyes parted with a gasp, and I was immediately aware of the cold sweat of panic that covered me from head to foot.
‘You are dreaming.’ Albray’s smiling face was very reassuring.
‘I want to know everything!’ I appealed to him. ‘I want to know everything that you think you know about the inter-time war.’
‘I have been proved wrong in the past,’ he warned.
‘I don’t care,’ I said, and got up to fetch a towel. Stripping off my damp attire, I rubbed myself dry. ‘You’re right—burying our heads in the sand and pretending we’re just your average married couple is utter stupidity.’
‘Wow!’ Albray sat up to shake off sleep. ‘That must have been some dream.’
‘It was a nightmare,’ I said, crawling onto the bed and sitting naked before him. ‘Tell me anything you think I should know.’
Albray was contemplative a moment. ‘Well, you’d better put some clothes on if you want me to stay focused…your breasts have never looked as spectacular as they do at present.’ He reached out to fondle them but I blocked his advance and pulled on a bathrobe.
‘Now, spill it,’ I ordered.
Albray, disappointed, sat back against his pillows. ‘Well, I’ve seen your friend Akbar before,’ he began.
‘In the Sinai,’ I added, for it was Akbar who had aided Albray and myself to prevent Molier claiming an ancient weapon of power, hidden in the sacred site beneath Mt Serabit.
‘No, I met him before that, only he was going by the name of Zalman at the time,’ he said.
‘The same Zalman who spirited Ashlee Devere and her company out of Baghdad?’ I had read that far in my foremother’s Persian journal.
‘The very same,’ Albray said, and grinned as I absorbed the information.
‘But that event took place over a hundred and fifty years ago!’
‘I was born in the thirteenth century,’ he pointed out, ‘so is it really so impossible?’
When he put it that way…‘So Akbar is deceiving me—is that what you’re implying?’
‘Not in a bad way,’ Albray assured me.
‘How can deception not be bad?’ I argued.
‘I suspect our friend is an Amenti staff member; and if we are the flame-bearers, we are also staff members.’
I thought back to Ashlee’s journal and the mention of Amenti and how she expected the Dragon Queens were somehow linked to it.
‘I think the best thing you could do right now is to finish reading the Persian journal,’ my husband went on, ‘for certain characters did foresee my return to life at that time, and hinted at my future involvement with the Amenti scheme.’
‘But what is the Amenti scheme?’ I asked.
‘Read the journal.’ Albray snuggled back under the covers. It was obvious that if I wasn’t interested in being amorous, he was going back to sleep. ‘I’ll answer any questions in the morning.’
The sight of his bronzed warrior form partially draped in soft white linen was a great temptation to delay my reading until morning, but the new life in my belly was demanding food now that I was awake. And my dream, so vivid, had instilled a sense of urgency in me regarding my pursuit of knowledge. Know thine enemy. I dragged Ashlee’s Persian journal from a suitcase and retired into the lounge room with it.
By the time Albray emerged from the bedroom in search of breakfast, I had completed Ashlee’s tale of Persia and Amenti, but was still confused.
‘Arcturus,’ I said in greeting, calling my husband by his soul name, which Ashlee’s tale had revealed to me.
‘You finished then,’ he said, pouring himself some juice. ‘I’ll take those questions now.’
‘If I’m one of the Dragon Queens, then why wasn’t I with the other five Dragon Queens Ashlee saw assembled in one of her past lives? And how will I manage to spend a hundred years beneath the blue flame, to be as resilient as my sisters, when the day of judgement is less than fourteen years away? Is our daughter to have the fate of the world thrust upon her shoulders when she’s only a little girl?’
‘Whoa!’ Albray came to sit beside me and gave me a reassuring hug. ‘If there’s one thing you must have learned from your reading it’s that there’s a higher plan. All twelve of the Amenti Council members planned their evolvement in the Earth scheme very carefully before coming here to rescue Tara’s lost masses. Can you not trust that your higher consciousness has matters well in hand?’
‘But,’ I protested and stood to pace, ‘you’re asking me to accept that we are two of twelve angels sent to Earth to guide human civilisation back to a higher harmonic universe! I mean…come on! That’s got to be a little hard for you to digest?’
‘I was a cursed ghost for seven centuries; I do not find anything hard to believe.’ Albray stood and moved to admire the amazing view from our balcony. ‘All the answers we are seeking are right here, beneath our feet—I have seen it.’
‘Yes, you have.’ I followed him onto the balcony to admire the Giza plateau. According to Ashlee’s tale, Albray had indeed seen some of the inner Earth porthole system that linked to the Amenti scheme beneath Giza; he and Ashlee had battled a band of reptilians in one of its outer chambers.
‘Ashlee certainly knew how to show a knight a good time, didn’t she?’ I felt a twinge of jealousy, which I quickly suppressed.
But Albray was more perceptive than your average fellow and he gently pulled me to him so he could caress my belly. ‘It is you who will show me the greatest adventure of all.’
His kiss upon my forehead dispelled my jealousy, but my deep inner worry for our child and our future remained. I could hardly wait to see Jamila again for I had many more concerns to air.
Jamila did not arrive for our noon appointment, nor did she call to explain her delay. I tried phoning her on the contact numbers she’d given me and left messages, but she did not respond. Miss Paki was a very polite woman and did not seem the type to miss a vital project meeting without calling to reschedule. I would have contacted Akbar, had I known how, but I didn’t. Finally Albray and I considered calling the authorities to report Jamila missing.
‘If only I were still a ghost, I could seek her whereabouts ten times faster than the local police,’ Albray grumbled. He loved having a physical form again, but it did have its setbacks.
‘I could try seeking her via otherworldly means,’ I realised. I hadn’t tried astral projection for a little while, but this situation was an opportunity to test the one skill I needed for the job I was considering.
I decided to make a Fibonacci spiral the focus of my initial meditation as Jamila had said the mathematical signpost was the supernatural key to freeing the subtle body from the physical. Why run around looking for Jamila when the answer to what had become of her was surely recorded in the great celestial library known as Akasha? Of course, I had no conscious knowledge of the technique once used by the initiates of Horus in Ancient Egypt, but it seemed logical to expand my consciousness using the outward spiral ratio of 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144 and so forth, which, in theory, should release the astral body from its heavy physical counterpart. To return to my body would then be a simple matter of retracing the spiral inwards
to draw my consciousness back into the physical form.
Alone in the bedroom, I sat cross-legged on the bed with the blinds and windows open—despite the afternoon heat, I needed fresh air. I took a few deep breaths and imagined my consciousness as a pinpoint of light; from that point I began to spiral the light outwards at an ever-increasing ratio—1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34…As the spiral increased, I became lighter and lighter—55, 89, 144…
My consciousness floats upwards, leaving my form seated on the bed. My attention is drawn to the open window, and my perception surges forth towards the wide-open spaces above the Giza plateau. My spirit is exhilarated by the immensity of the view from above the ancient monoliths. I fly the path of a Fibonacci spiral, passing over the apex of all three Pyramids. The speed of my flight increases as my path winds into a central point. I spin around in a vertical position and descend into the ground like a drill head burrowing for oil.
Deep into the inner Earth I descend. On my way down I am aware of passing through chambers and stairwells. More earth and I am dropping through a vast darkness. This vast darkness is the night sky of a wholly different civilisation within the Earth; I see massive cities filled with majestic Old World architecture. Then into the Earth’s darkest depths I plunge.
When I cease to spin I am enshrouded by a vast oppressive darkness of isolation and loneliness. This is not like the astral experiences I have had before. Above me in the darkness I see a speck of light, which I feel compelled to follow or be lost. As I move upward I am aware of disembodied, grotesque forms moving around me in the darkness. I rise higher and the misshapen creatures transmute into deformed human beings: some are grey hooded figures that sink into the depths of the darkness; others are spirits of coloured beauty that ascend to pursue the light alongside me.
The darkness is shadowed by the outlines of houses, trees and roads, but all is motionless. The colour-filled souls disperse into the passing scenery and I continue my ascent alone. With the dawning of light, cities arise around me and there is movement, colour, rapid growth and change. The transformation speeds up to a point at which my surroundings blur into pure light and the rising din reaches fever pitch and breaks into a beautiful silence. Through the light dance streams of breathtaking colour, echoing human laughter, music and song, then all the sounds and the voices blend into a perfect harmonious crescendo.
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