‘They’ve been capable since the 1960s,’ Killian assured me. ‘In 1900, Nikola Tesla applied for the patent to transmit electrical energy through natural mediums. He pioneered the technology, and many other revolutionary technologies, until secret government operatives took his work and continued to develop Tesla technologies for covert government uses.’ Killian bypassed the keyboard for the telepathic handplate connected to the monitoring system to enter his request for information. ‘The activation of the Signet Grid in 2003 cut through their anti-grid and prevented many of their networks from linking up; in other words, you’ve put big holes in their frequency fence.’ Killian glanced at me adoringly, then looked back to the screen. ‘So what I’m searching for here is active EM field transmitters in the vicinity, and I bet I can guess where one might be.’
The world map on the monitor zoomed in on a blue dot that was flashing on Long Island.
‘I knew it. I’ve been keeping my eye on my childhood stomping ground, as rumour has it that one of HAARP’s major transmitters is no longer in Alaska, but has been moved to Long Island. There’s an antenna farm there, in the Westhampton pine barrens, which is protected by Delta Force-type personnel with automatic weapons.’
‘That does seem a lot of security for parkland,’ I agreed.
‘Since Levi destroyed the Montauk subterranean complex, they’ve made it seem as if the air base is shut down, despite maintaining security levels. Still, there’s plenty of room in that underground complex for implementing a particle-beam technology project…which probably isn’t connected to the previous mind control and time-space operations there as Levi reportedly rendered everything useless. Still, the HAARP system would definitely work at Montauk due to the extraordinary characteristics of the major Earth grid power spot and its ability to amplify electromagnetic and radio frequency waves.’
A bunch of blue cracks appeared through the map of New York on the screen.
‘These are the fault lines that run under the state,’ Killian explained, looking worried as one ran through Long Island and across Central Park. ‘They’re going to use my project for target practice! Then they’ll pin the blame for the earthquake on something we’re doing here.’
‘The American defence department will hardly be seen to be attacking their own cities,’ I said, thinking him paranoid.
‘They won’t be seen,’ he replied, ‘they never are. This technology doesn’t exist as far as most of the world is concerned, so how are they to be busted for using it? Besides, although the defence department and government-based technology companies of many countries have had a hand in developing the facilities for the spook world agenda, they don’t know the full story. Those involved are either Illuminati operatives or they’re kept in the dark.’
‘But how can they target your project so precisely?’
‘The EM technology for creating weather engineering, earthquakes, city-busting explosions or zapping spacecraft and UFOs is basically the same system, all that differs is the amount of energy per micro-second per square metre poured into the target. They can send a blast in our direction via geomagnetic electron flow lines within the Earth, and target us from space to ensure the blast doesn’t miss the target.’
He seemed very sure about what was about to happen. ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘so how do you plan to stop this?’
‘I can’t do anything until the attack is launched.’
‘Any idea when that might be?’
‘After the lights appear…a couple of days at the most.’ He shrugged. ‘We’ll hear it coming, it sounds like—’
‘Chris!’ The call came through the intercom. We both looked at the monitor that showed the exterior of the Artemis and saw Sharon, Killian’s personal assistant, waving at the camera. ‘Chris,’ she called again, ‘are you in there?’
‘I’ll go see what she wants.’ Killian slid out the door and closed it behind him.
‘Thank God!’ Sharon said, glad to have found him. ‘You’ve seen the lights, I take it?’
He nodded, and she gripped his upper arms. ‘You’re not to try to stop this again,’ she insisted. ‘I won’t let you do it! I thought we’d lost you last time.’
‘It’s okay,’ he assured her. ‘I learned a lot from my last encounter.’
She breathed a sigh of relief.
‘I’ll have some backup this time,’ he said and she gasped in fear.
‘No,’ she pleaded.
‘Trust me,’ he said sweetly but her frown indicated his charm wasn’t working.
‘That’s what you said last time.’
‘I’m not going anywhere before I accomplish all that I intend to do,’ he assured her. ‘You know the power of intent…I really need you to stay focused on a positive outcome.’
She sniffed back her tears and gave a half-laugh. ‘You mean, I shouldn’t let a small thing like a pending earthquake distract me,’ she joked.
‘Certainly not,’ Killian said cheerfully.
‘How about the prospect of losing my dear friend and mentor?’ she said more seriously. ‘The project won’t have the same momentum without you leading it…I can’t do this on my own.’
‘You did an excellent job in my absence last time.’ He gripped her by both shoulders. ‘And besides, there’s nothing to fear. I have angels watching over me.’ He glanced at the exterior camera on the Artemis and gave me a wink.
After hearing Sharon’s fears for Killian’s safety, I was curious to know more about the previous event they’d mentioned and how he planned to handle this one differently. Then I observed my teammates entering the tent.
‘Here’s my backup now,’ Killian said, and went to welcome them.
I had never seen most of my fellow team members dressed to blend into my era, and it was very amusing for me. After Sharon had excused herself from the tent, I opened the door to the Artemis and joined them. ‘Fancy seeing you here…’ I said with a grin.
‘One Rainbow Round Table at your service, madam,’ Dexter announced with glee.
‘Wonderful!’ cried a voice from the tent entrance: Vespera. ‘You thought of it already!’ And she launched herself into Dexter’s arms and kissed him for being so clever.
When their lips parted, Dexter admitted, ‘Actually, it was Lugh who thought of it.’
Vespera shrugged off her delightful mistake. ‘Oh well, I missed you anyway. The Round Table only just occurred to me when I saw the lights in the sky.’
‘You know about the light phenomenon?’ Killian asked her.
‘Oh yes, it’s been associated with earthquakes the world over since the early 1900s,’ she replied.
Killian looked at me with a knowing smile. ‘The same time the patent to transmit electrical energy through natural mediums was first lodged.’
‘Tell me of your last encounter with this phenomenon,’ I said, sticking to what was foremost in my mind.
He shrugged. ‘It happened when the project was in Baghdad; there was a fireball event.’
‘A meteor?’
‘No.’ He sounded very sure about that. ‘This was more yellow-blue-white in colour, it dropped no glowing fragments, and had no long luminous tail or sparks. It travelled parallel to the Earth’s curvature in a long arcing trajectory, not the usual high-angle inbound meteor trajectory. The sounds heard before the object arrived were definitely not normal electrophonic sounds—they pulsed with a roaring diesel-engine sound. The fireball’s speed was probably similar to a fast jet plane. It was definitely travelling at less than the speed of sound though, as the loud pulsing noises were heard in advance of its arrival.’
‘So you called upon the Sanat Kumara to help you avert the disaster?’ Denera said. Being Keeper of the Hall of Records and the greater Akashic Record, there weren’t many events that happened on Earth that she didn’t know about.
‘Actually, it was the other way around…the lord called upon me,’ Killian said. ‘Fortunately, it took place in the early hours of the morning, so there were very few witnes
ses to see me draw forth the Kundaray, reduce the oncoming fireball into its finest particles and then vanish from the scene.’
‘Where did you go?’ Polaris was curious to know.
‘I turned up in exactly the same place, two months later, as sick as a dog!’ Killian said.
‘The electromagnetic radiation,’ Talori assumed.
Killian shook his head. ‘The massively pure frequencies of the Kundaray—even with an ascendant master’s aid, the sonic nearly shook my mortal body to pieces.’
Denera was highly impressed. ‘That was a very brave feat, Killian.’
‘It’s nothing when you fear nothing,’ he said with a smile, flattered by her attention.
‘Two months later,’ Polaris picked up the part of Killian’s tale that was of concern to him. ‘I was wondering about the repercussions of channelling energy from way beyond the constraints of time…we could avert this disaster only to discover that we’ve missed D-day in December this year and the world has gone to hell!’
‘It’s just primordial ether really, and so is subject to will,’ Dexter said, not too concerned. ‘In other words, the Kundaray may not understand time, but we do and can advise it.’
‘You hope.’ Polaris detected a fair amount of guesswork in Dexter’s supposition.
‘Well, it’s not as if anyone’s ever done this before…in this harmonic universe anyway,’ Dexter defended.
‘I was actually focused on two months ahead at the time my little time shift took place,’ Killian said, supporting Dexter’s theory. ‘I’d just been planning another large event in Pakistan…which I subsequently missed due to illness.’
‘Might be a good idea if we all stay focused on the present,’ Levi concluded, and we all agreed.
‘We all have superhuman resilience thanks to our time beneath the Blue Flame,’ Dexter continued, ‘so surely we can shield Killian’s mortal form from the Kundaray when he draws it forth.’
‘But isn’t the Kundaray drawn forth from within?’ Vespera asked.
Killian nodded.
‘Then how are we to protect you from the frequencies?’
‘The Sanat Kumara isn’t going to draw the Kundaray through me this time. It will be drawn through the RRT,’ Killian announced, and you could have heard a pin drop.
‘So how does an RRT work?’ I ventured to ask.
Dexter rolled his eyes and motioned for me to step aside the Artemis with him so he could explain. ‘Better fetch Talori so we don’t have to repeat this again,’ he added.
‘I’ll go,’ my husband volunteered and then vanished before our eyes.
‘What the…?’ I was stunned. ‘I had no idea he was capable of vanishing.’
‘Not vanishing,’ Polaris corrected, looking perturbed, ‘teleporting. Damn it, he’s remembered.’
‘What do you mean, he’s remembered?’ Solarian asked her husband.
‘It was something he learned by accident during the Sabine Labontè debacle,’ Polaris confessed. ‘He was so desperate to enlist me to his cause of finding out what had happened during their private meeting, he accidentally willed himself to me. But then when I went back and changed time, the incident was forgotten.’
‘And you never thought to tell him of it?’ Denera was surprised by how deep their competitive streak ran.
‘He told me not to tell anybody,’ Polaris defended, ‘as, quite frankly, he didn’t have very much control over it.’
Next thing Polaris knew he was being swiped across the back of the head.
‘I’m getting the hang of it now, though.’ Arcturus grinned as Polaris turned to confront him. Talori, who was with Arcturus, took a step back out of their argument.
‘Truce,’ Denera demanded. ‘It’s time for you two to end this annoying vendetta you have against each other.’
‘Hear, hear,’ all the staff agreed.
They both began to protest, as they rather enjoyed it.
‘No buts,’ Denera insisted. ‘Unless the twelve of us can be a harmonious whole, the RRT won’t work. You are supposed to be as brothers.’
The two men looked at each other puzzled.
‘We are just like brothers,’ Arcturus said.
‘This is what brothers act like,’ Polaris agreed, then looked back to Arcturus. ‘They just don’t get us,’ he said and Arcturus nodded.
‘Shhh,’ Killian said, suddenly wary. ‘Did you hear that?’
We all listened.
‘Like a distant pulsing,’ Castor said; being shamans, he and his mate had the keenest ears. Talori nodded.
Killian staggered, hit by a dizzy spell. Zalman and Levi, who were the closest to him, each caught him by an arm.
Denera closed the tent flap and rallied us. ‘There is no time to waste. Form a circle according to the number of your Signet stations around Killian.’
Zalman helped our unsteady colleague onto a seat in the centre of the circle.
‘Sorry I didn’t tell you about the teleportation thing,’ Polaris quickly said to Arcturus. ‘But to my credit, I did save you from Ishtar.’
‘Well, I apologise for not delivering the ring as you instructed,’ Arcturus replied. ‘But I did save it from falling into Nefilim hands.’
They grinned at each other, knowing there was no true ill-will between them.
I took my position between Castor at eleven and Dexter at one, and we each held our partner by the wrist as we formed a circle. ‘So how do we do this?’ I asked.
‘We don’t do anything,’ Denera instructed from her number four position between Vespera and Talori. ‘Just hang onto each other and don’t break the circle. Our lord will do everything else.’
All eyes turned to Killian, who was still hunched in his seat, his body twitching violently. He fell backwards, his head flopping over the back of the chair as if he were unconscious.
The roaring, pulsing sound grew louder and the Earth trembled in the distance.
I was growing worried that our lord wasn’t going to make an appearance, when Killian’s entire body went as stiff as a board and floated up to a standing position. His eyes remained closed, but his head turned about, giving the impression that he was viewing everything perfectly well—the lord must have been utilising Killian’s third-eye vision. He turned in the direction of the pulsing. ‘The force travels underground,’ he said.
His voice and language were not of this Earth, yet we all understood him.
‘En Ki,’ gasped Solarian, who had met with the lord before.
‘Brace yourselves, my children,’ he instructed.
As we tightened our grip on each other, En Ki pointed to Dexter, who released the low reverberating note that resonated to the frequency of deep red. Then he pointed to Arcturus who sang the slightly higher note that was the harmonic frequency of orange. In quick resonate succession, the lord conducted the whole circle: Vespera—yellow; Denera—green; Talori—blue; Solarian—indigo; Thana—violet; Levi—gold; Polaris—silver; Zalman—deep sparkling blue; Castor—sparkling silver-black. At last the lord pointed to me and, through no will of my own, I sang the note of crescendo that was the highest sonic frequency of white.
The amazing harmonic drowned out the ominous pulsing. My eyes closed and fluttered as I plunged deep into the liberating serenity of our rainbow synergy. I could feel the vibratory frequency of my body rising, to the point where I buzzed all over with such intensity that I thought I might black out.
Above his cosmic choir, the lord spoke in his native tongue of Anuhazi:
E-Ta’-TA
Um Sha-DI’ UR’A’
UN UR’-A-Or’-Nam’ OOR
De-a-mir
Mah-Hah-Rah-Tah Bi-Vec’TI
Ah-Ta’Un’ta E’sa
Tra’zd-Jna
Which, roughly translated, meant:
Come forth in being,
All-Embracing Pillar of First Cause Light,
anchor the Divine Sea of Liquid Light in this moment.
Reflect outward through this circle
the Divine Christos blueprint past-present-future.
Let it now be established, always and forever,
in eternal abiding reverent love.
The words caused a rush of consciousness and I was no longer aware of the shaking of the ground beneath me, nor even of my own voice or presence, for my awareness was racing inwards into the tiniest particles of my being. I left my incarnate self in the world of gross physical matter and entered into another harmonic universe, astral in nature. Here in this galaxy, with its solar system containing several binary suns, was an orbiting planet of astounding beauty, where I joined with the entity that was my soul being.
For an instant I was fully aware of being Meridan. This was Tara, my home and life, as physical and more real to me than any other life I had led. I was creating blooms in my garden in celebration of the coming spring, and my work filled me with satisfaction, inspiration and delight. The violet rays of the sun were beginning to ease the winter chill on the breeze, and I was enjoying the challenge of cleaning up outdoors in the wake of the cold season. My concentration was broken by the recurrence of the essence of an experience I’d once had and I experienced a very strong sense of déjà vu. I detected a low and disturbing frequency, one I had not felt since my days on the Amenti Project. Then I remembered: the Rainbow Round Table. I looked down upon myself and recalled my experience of this moment, and I was thrilled to be able to advise myself, just as I did then: Do not be alarmed by what you find upon your return. Your efforts this day have more of an effect than you realise. The answer lies with Kali, she has not betrayed you.
Again I was drawn inwards to a subatomic level and through the zero-point barrier into an even higher causal universe. I left my soul self and entered into another harmonic universe where galaxies were being created under the guidance of my over-soul self, who was working in a region known as Gaia.
For a moment I was aware of being Elohim, in this realm of pure consciousness, thought and creation. I had been expecting me, for I had set into motion the causes that had brought me here. The pendulum of time swings both ways. You may occupy each instance of time once…any time missed is open as a destination to you.
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