The Cosmic Logos

by Traci Harding

They had walked quite a way from the building of initiation and the underground civilisation just seemed to go on forever. ‘It’s huge!’ Tory commented. ‘How many Inner Earth cities are there?’

  ‘Almost as many as there are biodome cities above on the surface,’ he informed.

  ‘And all these cities are connected?’

  ‘Almost.’ His smile lost a little of its sparkle. ‘The cities that once existed in the South American region were invaded and seized by the Dark Lodge soon after Atlantis’s demise. This area was conducive to the purpose of the Lodge as this is where the dregs of Shamballa energy end up … and after it has filtered through humanity, it has a more negative charge than a positive one. With any luck the next Shamballa Impact will have an advancing effect on humanity’s consciousness, instead of the delaying or salvaging effect it has had in the past.’

  Tory recalled Electra’s tale of when she had watched the senate meeting of the Brotherhood of Light where the Pleiadean member had used this term. ‘But if Shamballa is feeding energy to the etheric matrix all the time, then what is a Shamballa Impact?’

  ‘Not all the etheric data that we receive from other systems is deemed suitable for human soul-mind consumption at the time we receive it. These inspirations are held over until such time as they are truly needed. And then they are only released when there are more souls incarnate on Gaia, both inner and outer, who are on the path of selflessness rather than the path of the materalistic. This ensures that even though both the Brotherhood of Light and the Dark Lodge will benefit from the information —’

  ‘As polarity demands,’ Tory cited.

  ‘The path of light will prevail,’ he concluded, and then raised his eyebrows to inform: ‘Shamballa energy has been released directly to humanity only three times without first being filtered by the Masters of Wisdom and their adepts, who have forever stood as mediums between humanity and Shamballa.’

  ‘Let me guess.’ Tory loved this kind of challenge. ‘The final sinking of Atlantis has to be one instance.’

  ‘Actually, it marked the second Impact,’ DK confirmed, ‘The complete destruction of the human soul-mind was imminent, thanks to the retarding ways of the Dark Lodge. Hence Shamballa interfered and the civilised world was destroyed, leaving only the meek to continue the evolution of human consciousness on the surface of the planet.’

  ‘So it was not the devil Mahaud released into the world.’ Tory saw beyond her age-old misconceptions and beliefs. ‘It was Shamballa energy, but due to the amount of evil in the world, the impact was bound to be converted to its destructive aspect.’

  ‘Now you’re beginning to see the bigger picture,’ DK granted, pleased for her. ‘The first great outpouring of Shamballa energy was actually —’

  ‘When the Solar Angels entered etheric human consciousness,’ Tory politely interjected, having figured the answer.

  ‘The birth of the human soul,’ he confirmed. ‘The third Impact happened in 1944AD, to bring about the end of World War Two.’

  ‘And a great many other inspirations that took longer to formulate and realise,’ the master added, to outline that the Impact had short-term and long-term effects. ‘The industrial movement had a huge kick-start at this time. Hitler was defeated and the United Nations was formed.’

  ‘So this Impact was more successful than the one before it,’ Tory considered. ‘In so far as much good was achieved from all the destruction and a solid worldwide code of ethics was established.’

  ‘It was a very close shave. Had the Dark Lodge chosen the Germans over the Americans to supply the information to, the world would be a very different place.’

  Tory’s eyes parted wide with surprise. ‘The Dark Lodge are working with Gaia’s world governments?’

  ‘Since the seventh century,’ he told her, as if it were common knowledge. ‘Although at that time they would have been known as the illuminati. There exists two different Leagues of the Illuminati, though: one dedicated to the cause of light, the other to the cause of the materialistic.’ DK noted Astarleia approaching and waved to her to make Tory aware of the Oversoul’s presence also. ‘I was just bringing her to you,’ he advised, as the silvery-haired spirit attired in shades of mauve and violet joined them.

  ‘I didn’t think you were bringing her back,’ Astarleia said in jest but there was an underlying concern in her tone. ‘Our charge’s previous muse returned —’

  ‘The film writer?’ Tory queried.

  ‘Yes. He wanted to try his hand at a manuscript, and when you did not show up on schedule, I allowed him to start re-writing one of his old film scripts into a book,’ Astarleia said.

  ‘Are you saying I’m out of a job?’ Tory was flabbergasted at the thought of having to adjust to working with a new subject when she’d already instilled so much information into this one. ‘Astarleia, please, I know I let you all down by getting sidetracked, but it was essential to our story that —’

  ‘Relax,’ the beautiful Oversoul reassured the muse. ‘I found this wonderful oracle, and I took the liberty of having him inform our girl that she had three more Tory Alexander books she’d better start researching.’

  Tory was filled with relief and excitement by the announcement. ‘And she listens to this clairvoyant?’

  Astarleia’s smile broadened, knowing what an amazing aid this would be to Tory when trying to convey the details of her tales. ‘He’s a close friend of the family and is very confident about his craft. The oracle has given our charge very accurate information in the past, so she takes his words very seriously.’

  ‘And she is seeing this oracle often?’ Tory could barely contain her anticipation.

  ‘I’ll leave you ladies to your scheming.’ DK bowed to them both. ‘You know where to find me.’

  Tory had questions for her guide, but they would keep and perhaps they were meant to. She bid the master farewell and turned back to her associate, who appeared to be most delighted about their reunion.

  ‘To tell you the truth,’ Astarleia admitted, ‘I am dying to hear the rest of your story, as are the rest of the guides with our charge. And as our publishers are wanting to contract this next trilogy because of reader demand, I’d say there are many souls waiting to hear how it all ends.’ The look on Tory’s face prompted the Oversoul to question her. ‘You do know the ending now … don’t you?’

  ‘Who knows where it will all end? It’s an adventure,’ Tory said blithely. ‘I have the completed books that the Master Kuthumi gave me, so, although I do not know the ending at this point, we can rest assured that we do have one.’

  In his room of summons Viper held Mahaud captive. With her seal of obedience projected onto the central circular screen of his ornate ring of protection, Viper had the crone in his service and had ordered her to sleep.

  She appeared different to him now, for Viper saw her for what she truly was, an elemental spirit lost from human soul-mind evolution. In other words, Mahaud was a mere shadow of the soul-mind to which she had been connected. Once parted from the elemental demons bound to her, and as her presence was no longer attached to the soul-mind that was the divine light source, there was nothing to prevent Mahaud’s damned soul from being sucked into oblivion. The elemental entities that protruded from the crone’s form were now clearly visible to Viper. Mahaud had always kept these entities hidden in the past, which gave the beholder the illusion that the crone harnessed vast amounts of dark power. In truth, she drew all her Otherworldly power from her elemental beasts, which was another reason to keep them secret — if no one knew of their existence then she could not be disposed of before she figured a way out of her dead-end predicament.

  ‘You can wake up now, crone,’ Viper instructed his captive from his reclining position on some large floor cushions — outside the circle of summons in which Mahaud’s spirit was contained.

  Viper! she thought, as she was too weak to form a physical body and the vocal cords with which to speak; the Dragon’s light-filled presence had drained he
r stores of evil energy.

  ‘You never mentioned that you had a seal of obedience.’ Viper shook a finger at her, although the smile on his face was broad. ‘I’m afraid Prince Charming will not be releasing you from your curse, Electra. I am quite sure of this, as the Dragon is all blown up.’ The Falcon lord chuckled, rather impressed with himself. ‘I know now why you were so eager to get hold of the physical body of your Chosen incarnation … because if you are liberated from those creatures dragging you around whilst still attached to your soul-mind, you have a chance of being reunited with your divine light source. But … sorry, no, that can’t happen either, as the body of Tory Alexander was destroyed along with her mate.’

  The only reason Mahaud did not appear devastated by the news, was because in her current state she felt nothing. Her only chance for redemption had been taken away; she had nothing left to lose, no hope left.

  ‘But not to worry. I’ve had a better idea.’ Viper closed the old book he’d been reading and sat up. ‘Let us suppose that the Dark Lodge still exists on Gaia and that Yahweh Aris is still leading them. I bet he’d be delighted to have his elemental pets returned to him after all this time. And I feel sure he’d know how to separate you from your source of dark power and would be happy to send you on to join the damned.’

  After a few moments in Viper’s dark presence, Mahaud felt strong enough to project her thoughts aloud. If you think Yahweh Aris knows more about the dark path than I do, you are mistaken.

  ‘Do you really expect me to believe that romantic drivel you sold the Dragon, about the unsurpassing beauty of the Prince of Darkness?’ Viper scoffed, feeling angry and ripped off. ‘I want that ring Aegisthus stole from you.’

  I don’t know for sure that Yahweh Aris has the ring, Mahaud warned. That was just my theory.

  ‘He’s an obvious ally on Gaia that you should have told me about,’ Viper snarled and then immediately calmed. ‘Oh, but that’s right, you’ve switched sides since our first meeting, in order to get a date with our adversary! You’re as bad as my damn sister!’

  Why do you want the ring? Mahaud queried. It will not grant you any power over the Fallen Ones.

  ‘Ah … but according to the book of Solomon there are chants and seals, just like yours, that bind the Fallen Angels to service,’ the Dark Lord grinned. ‘Yes, Viper has discovered Gaia’s vast store of esoteric literature.’ He raised his eyebrows a couple of times to vex the witch. ‘I need the ring for protection.’

  Gaia’s theologians have it all wrong. Catholicism misinterpreted the ancient doctrine and —

  ‘Yeah, yeah … and you’re the only one who knows the truth, I suppose,’ Viper stated with much sarcasm. ‘The trouble is that you are a compulsive liar, Mahaud.’

  And you think Yahweh Aris will be better able to advise you? Mahaud sneered at the idea.

  ‘I shan’t know of what aid he can be until we meet,’ Viper retorted, disregarding her scepticism.

  I don’t know where he can be found, Mahaud was pleased to advise.

  Viper smiled. ‘But I have a fair idea.’

  The first two books of her second trilogy had fallen into her computer like a dream.

  The research for the second book had started to get a bit heavy going for a while there, but the writer had managed to wrap her head around the theories with a little aid from her clairvoyant, who had started divulging plot information at her readings. Of course, the oracle had no idea what he was talking about, as he read her books after their release like everyone else did, yet the writer always understood what the oracle was trying to impart and sure enough his advice usually helped her bypass any writer’s block.

  The second book of the second trilogy was now with her editor. The writer knew all her readers would be surprised that she’d taken care of the Nefilim in this book, as they would be expecting this event to be the climax to the trilogy. The trouble was, even the writer had only the vaguest idea of what the climax to the trilogy would be. It was off to see her oracle once again.

  ‘It’s going to be a difficult one to write,’ he began, which deflated the writer’s hopes of knocking this trilogy on the head quickly. ‘From the outset it will be impossible to see where this tale is going to take you, so don’t even try to fathom your destination, just take the journey … as you always do.’

  ‘Any hints as to the content?’ The writer fished for clues. ‘I mean, Tory and Maelgwn must ascend, I know that much. The children of Dumuzi are set to cause strife, but what else?’

  The oracle went silent and then nodded his understanding. ‘There is one place your stories have never taken us,’ he stated, ‘and that is, here and now.’

  ‘What?’ The writer hoped that she didn’t understand where this bit of advice was leading.

  ‘You’ve had a thought or two before about bringing the tale into the now.’ He decided to confront the writer’s hesitation and scepticism.

  ‘No …’ She tried to deny that she knew what the oracle was talking about. ‘It’s a silly idea … it won’t work.’

  ‘Yes, it will work,’ he insisted. ‘Your guides are saying it will, very loudly.’

  The writer stared at the oracle, as if he were asking her to commit suicide. ‘The critics will crucify me.’

  ‘Who cares! This is not about critical acclaim, it never was. People have to know that the principles you put forward in these books have worked for you,’ he encouraged. ‘All you have to do is look at your road to success to see how these cosmic principles can work if one wills it.’

  The writer cringed. ‘Then we’re getting awfully close to preaching, don’t you think?’

  ‘Think of it as sharing,’ he suggested. ‘You’ve demonstrated how the cosmos works in fantasy, but how does it work in reality? And, you also need to take a good look at the interplay of good and evil in your story … find the balance.’

  Now he had lost the writer. ‘How do you mean?’

  ‘In creation there is light and darkness … there is no good and evil,’ he began.

  ‘Yes, I know, it’s all in a judgement, but —’

  ‘No angels, no devils, no definable difference between God and Satan,’ he continued. The words shocked the writer, making her shut up and listen. ‘Light and darkness are two halves of the same whole that is creation. Without darkness, light cannot be seen; without light there can be no shadow. We think we understand the difference between light and darkness, but it is the similarities that seem to be elusive.’

  The writer, having gone to Catholic schools, was having trouble digesting what it was he was trying to suggest, but she agreed she would start delving into the books to see what doctrine she could find to support the theory.

  ‘Tory and Maelgwn’s story must end with this book.’ He sounded very adamant about that.

  ‘Tell me something I don’t know,’ the writer agreed wholeheartedly. ‘I was prepared to end it two books ago.’

  ‘There is a great energy centre on the planet that feeds the ley line grid …’ The oracle frowned as he waited for the location to be revealed.

  ‘Where do you mean?’ The writer couldn’t wait. ‘Avalon? Uluru?’

  ‘Shh,’ the oracle began. ‘Shangri-La? No.’ He frowned again. ‘Wasn’t that a movie?’

  The writer shrugged. ‘I’ll look into it.’

  ‘I think in legend this place is located between China, Russia and India somewhere.’ The oracle handed the writer’s ring back to her, as he used psychometry to do her readings. ‘It was an Otherworldly place if memory serves. The valley of eternal youth, or something to that effect.’

  After her reading the writer had a cup of tea with the oracle and tried to question him further about some of the statements he’d made.

  ‘I never remember a thing afterwards, my sweet,’ he shrugged apologetically.

  ‘Well, you certainly said some pretty profound things,’ the writer emphasised.

  ‘Then you must have some pretty profound guides,’ he conceded.


  After doing a little esoteric research on Gaia’s VR-network, Viper didn’t need to be a genius to deduce where the leading exponent of the Dark Lodge was currently residing.

  Information pertaining to Shamballa and its function on the planet had revealed to Viper a great coincidence; that the biodome, which he was in the process of taking over, was on the opposite side of the planet to the Gobi Desert. It stood to reason that if there was a cosmic gusher on one side of Gaia, pumping etheric energy through the ley lines, then there was also an etheric world energy centre on the opposite side of the planet that was sucking energy from the ethereal matrix.

  Prior to the year 2020AD, before the advent and necessity for biodome cities, South America had been the UFO hotspot of the planet. In the mid-nineteen nineties the most extreme UFO activity occurred around the southern tip of South America. Balls of fiery lightning were commonly seen darting around in the sky and across the countryside. Aircraft and citizens alike reported strange luminous spacecraft and, indeed, entire floating cities. All manner of extra-terrestrial life forms had been reported, from the classic aliens to spacemen, and huge beasts. Small, grey, hairy, clawed creatures preyed like vampires on the livestock in the area, gutting up to two hundred animals in one sitting. Close encounters of the first, second and third kinds were relayed to the authorities in Argentina and Chile every day, as were cases of abduction and visits from the Men in Black.

  No one had pointed out to Viper the possible connection between MIB and the Dark Lodge. It just seemed to follow that if the Orions went out of their way to keep extra-terrestrial activity on Gaia hidden from the human populace, then the Dark Lodge of old had clearly evolved into this organisation. The agents of MIB were reportedly men of tall stature, with sparse hair and strange scaly skin, who wore dark glasses to cover their eyes, and dressed in black. These agents, who always miraculously appeared after a close encounter to harass the witness into keeping their silence, had a temperament that was said to be cool, detached and sinister. Viper considered that the alien appearance and temperament of MIB agents could be attributed to Orion soul-minds assuming a human form and falling a little short of their goal, or perhaps they were a hybrid of the Orion-Gaia variety? Which might also explain human abduction tales of being sexually violated — perhaps MIB agents were the outcome of these matings? Either way, Viper knew he was onto something. Of course, alien sightings had greatly decreased since most of the world’s population had moved indoors; still, abduction tales and livestock mutilations did continue to go on inside biodomes.