The Daykeeper's Grimoire

by Christy Raedeke

  “What do you know about the Fraternitas?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “The Fraternitas has been around for ages. It’s an elite group of people who rule together. They control banking, commerce, and military organizations at the highest level; together they run the invisible world government—the Shadow Government.”

  “Oh come on! Some of my dad’s geek friends are deep into conspiracies, so I’ve overheard conversations like this before. Mom says you can make anything look like a conspiracy if you want to.”

  “This is truly the most powerful and dangerous group in the world,” he says.

  When I see that Bolon is serious, my heart rate bumps up and my fingertips go cold. “Oh my God. I sent Justine to their office in San Francisco! And that’s who that freak Barend Schlacter works for—”

  “I heard he had been here to visit. I hope he didn’t scare you too badly.”

  “Are you kidding me? He scared the crap out of me! He said he was going to make me an orphan! This is who doesn’t want me to do what you’re telling me I’ll do?”

  Bolon takes a deep breath and simply says, “Yes.”

  “And you don’t feel bad putting a girl my age in huge danger?”

  “It is not up to me. This is your path. But if there is no risk, there is no reward.”

  What kind of comeback can you use on that?

  “So why do they want to hurt me and my family?” I ask.

  “Because you can impede their progress. You can stop them from controlling the masses. You see our consciousness has been declining so we have been easy to control. Now, because of changes in electromagnetic energy coming at us, our consciousness is elevating and it will be more difficult to be controlled by them. They know this and are getting desperate.”

  “So it goes back to the Galactic Center thing? That’s where this energy is coming from?”

  Bolon nods. “Our relationship to the Galactic Center affects us deeply. We are on the verge of a leap in evolution, but this time it’s an evolution of consciousness.”

  When it comes right down to it, I think to myself, I’m not even sure I could define what consciousness is. Awakeness? Awareness? Brain power?

  “How does that happen?” I ask. “I mean, how does consciousness evolve?”

  “Did you know that more than ninety percent of your brain is not being used? And more than ninety percent of DNA is classified as ‘junk’ because scientists cannot figure out what it does. And more than ninety percent of space is considered ‘empty’ even though it’s teeming with energy? It’s as if we are wearing blinders. We understand almost nothing! This change in electromagnetic energy will allow us to access parts of ourselves we didn’t even know we had, to understand things that seem inexplicable.”

  “So pretty soon these vibrations from the center of the galaxy will make us … what … smarter?”

  “If the Fraternitas doesn’t destroy us before then, yes. Our minds expand as we get higher-dimensional energy from the Galactic Center.”

  “See, this is exactly why you got the wrong person—space is really not my thing. To tell you the truth,” I admit, “I didn’t even know there was a center to the galaxy.”

  “Scientists have only recently discovered exactly where the center of our galaxy is, and only a few years ago discovered that it is a massive black hole. But the Maya knew where the center of the galaxy was thousands of years ago—and they knew it was a black hole.”

  “Wow, that’s amazing,” I say. I sit up and draw my knees to my chest. “But how does a black hole out in the galaxy have any effect on us here on Earth?” I ask.

  “Doesn’t the moon affect us?” he replies. “The moon moves oceans and it’s billions of times less powerful than the Galactic Center! We’ve begun moving into a special and rare alignment of the Earth, the sun, and the Great Mother that will do more than just move tides—”

  “The Great Mother?”

  “The center of our galaxy—where new stars are born and where everything, including us, comes from.”

  “Us too? People?”

  Bolon bursts out laughing. “You are very funny,” he says, reaching over and gently patting my hand. “Do you realize that you are in the ultimate recycling center? Every atom in your body has been processed in at least one star and has gone on to be a part of various other things—you have atoms that may have been part of dinosaurs, fireflies, flowers, lava—even other humans. Every part of you came from the Galactic Center, and every part of you has been, and always will be, connected to everything else. You will see this more clearly as your dormant DNA wakes up.”

  “But how?”

  “Picture only being able to see this one room. You live in this one room for hundreds of thousands of years because it’s all you know, it’s all you can see. Then all of a sudden a door opens and you find out that there has always been an enormous building attached to the one room you have been living in.”

  “I have that dream all the time! I’ll be in a house that I believe I live in, although I just made it up in the dream, and then I’ll open a door that I’d thought was a closet or something and it turns out to be a whole part of the house I never knew was there. And it’s always something amazing like an indoor garden or a ballroom.”

  “That is a perfect metaphor for what is happening. You are living in five percent of a mansion. And you will not believe what’s behind the door you’re about to open …”

  This thought gives me chills.

  “Can you lay out the nuts and bolts here, like exactly how does this brain evolution, or whatever you called it, work?”

  “You know a lot about computers, yes? The ones and zeros that tell your computer what to do are just a series of magnetic charges. There are many things that can make these magnetic charges go haywire and make the computer slow and prone to crashing—things like air pressure and electrical surges. Just like a hard drive, we are magnetic beings and we are fundamentally changed by the electromagnetic energy that surrounds us. Think of it as if we’re about to get a major hardware upgrade.”

  “And the Fraternitas doesn’t want us to upgrade?”

  “The Fraternitas will do everything in their power—and that power is considerable—to stop this upgrade. Only weak, fearful, indebted people can be controlled. If your goal is to control the masses, having people wake up and open their eyes is the worst thing that could happen.”

  “But you said this upgrade is related to where we are in the universe. The Fraternitas can’t do anything about that, can they?”

  Bolon shakes his head. “They cannot change where we are relative to the Galactic Center, but they’re trying other extreme methods; they’ve been spraying metals and compounds in the air to block the magnetic energy coming to our planet and they’ve built a network of arrays in Alaska that can change the nature of our ionosphere, greatly affecting what comes through.”

  “That’s HAARP and Project Khymatos! Justine heard them talking about that!”

  Bolon doesn’t look a bit surprised. “They think this, in combination with physically weakening us by putting chemicals in the water and genetically modifying the food we eat, emotionally weakening us by keeping us in a state of fear about our safety, and financially weakening us by keeping us in a state of perpetual debt, will help stop the upgrade and keep us easy to control.”

  “But you’re talking about big-time world-wide conspiracy …”

  “You need only to look at the two things that the Fraternitas care most about: war and money. There are eight to ten wars happening on the planet right now. Follow the money funding these wars and you will find the Fraternitas on both sides.”

  This makes no sense. “Why would they pay for both sides of a war?”

  “Wars make people fearful and easier to manipulate. They control population. They take the focus off other sinister things that are happening. They put countries in debt while making the FRO billions of dollars each year. Wars will continue to escalate until 2012 while Fraternitas m
embers from various industries can put things in place to exert their control.”

  “Then what?”

  Bolon shakes his head. “We do not have to worry about that because we have you.”

  “Why can’t you Elders stop them?” I ask. “You’re these all-powerful shamans and I’m a totally inexperienced kid who doesn’t know much about anything at all.”

  “It is your path. Did you know there are more people on the planet under the age of twenty than there ever have been before? It will be the young who will see that we can manifest great things and create a different world. And it will be you who shows them.”

  Me? In a way I secretly want to be the person who could change the world. Seriously, how cool would that be? But realistically, it’s crazy.

  “You will use your machine,” he says as he points to my desk.

  “My computer?” I ask, finally happy to have some concrete instructions. If I can do anything well, it’s use a computer.

  He nods. “We have created computers as helpers and companions—yours even helped you decode text, no? Now you will use your computer to help unite the youth.”

  I’m trying to run through my mind how I could possibly do this, what I could possibly do with a computer to unite kids besides creating a game better than World of Warcraft.

  “This is not a game,” Bolon says, looking me in the eyes to make sure I am paying attention.

  “I know that. Believe me—Barend Schlacter drove that point home. And speaking of him, what do I do about my parents? Should I tell them about all of this?” I ask.

  Bolon shrugs. “That is entirely up to you. Your parents are good people—they prepared you to be the smart, independent, capable girl you are. It is up to you to decide whether they would interfere, or whether they would support you in doing this yourself.”

  I know that their worry would drive them to do something crazy, like home school me until I’m 38, and then I’d never see this thing through. But more important, if Barend Schlacter and the Fraternitas found out that I told them … well, I can’t even think about that.

  “But enough of this for now. You need to rest.” At that he gets up and walks out the door.

  “Wait, Bolon—” Too late, the door clicks shut. I don’t follow him out because I’m not sure what I would ask anyway. I just didn’t want him to go yet.

  Seeing that it’s almost dinnertime, I head to the bathroom to clean up. I turn the hot water on full blast until the sink starts to steam, throw a washcloth under the spray of water. I lay it over my face, holding it down with my fingers. It feels good to have the hot pressure on my skin.

  When I take it off and look in the mirror, I’m surprised at what I see. Maybe the heat of the towel has messed with my eyes, or maybe it’s something else, but it’s as if I have a bit of a glow—kind of like a halo, but instead of floating above my head it’s all the way around me.

  I put my face over the sink and splash it with water that’s so cold it stops my breath. Looking up again, I see the glow is gone. This both disappoints and relieves me.

  I gaze into my eyes and say, “Finish it. Finish what you started.” My voice comes out clearly though I have no idea who is pushing the words through my mouth.

  I hear Mrs. Findlay announce dinner so I run as fast as I can downstairs; I’m still scared to be alone in the castle unless I’m in my room with the door bolted.

  “So did you meet Bolon yet?” I ask Tenzo and Uncle Li at the bottom of the stairs.

  They both look at me blankly. “Who is Bolon?” Uncle Li asks.

  “That guy in a poncho …”

  Tenzo and Uncle Li look at each other and shake their heads. Uncle Li says, “No, but I haven’t been out of my room since we left each other earlier.”

  “Oh, I guess you’ll meet him later,” I say.

  We go into the kitchen and see Mrs. Findlay. “Thought I’d serve you in the parlor tonight since it’s just the three of you.”

  A game table in the parlor has been set for dinner.

  “Now that all the spirals are decoded, I printed you each a copy of the whole poem,” I say, handing them each a sheet of paper.

  With will and labor I built the great tower

  To sit atop this place of power

  Know this though, ’tis less for defense and more to

  conceal

  What once was lore until I found ’twas real

  You know of the hares and their unity knot

  Now find what the Flower of Life sits atop

  These symbols hold wisdom from tribes of the Earth

  Knowledge essential for new world rebirth

  This birth may come like a storm or a dove

  The outcome lies in how much we can love

  Like gravity, love is a force of great might

  True power comes when we connect and unite

  Into arcane old knowledge you must delve

  To find the secret to twenty-twelve

  The oldest myths, the oldest sages

  Point only upward to explain the ages

  The butterfly will emerge in three different ways

  At the source, at your core, and by way of the days

  Called feathered serpent when spoken in code

  Connected to all by the great white road

  Remember this always, and above all other

  The wise ones grasp the power of our great mother

  The numbers, the stars, the cycles and days

  Should all be counted, should all be praised

  Know chi is in everything, through and between

  Yet despite its great power it remains quite unseen

  Its quality transforms as we tread backwards ’round

  To the great year’s ores we are fastened and bound

  Watch closely the Fraternitas and follow each lie

  An animal is most dangerous when it knows it might die

  Look who profits from war, who controls by fear

  At the end of this age, their end too could be near

  When the masses, by new bondage and slavery are torn

  Eight Batz, the Last Daykeeper, shall then be born

  This beginning of the end before the new beginning will arrive

  The twelfth of November, nineteen hundred ninety-five

  As is writ in the prescient fable

  Told to me ’round a far Eastern table

  ’Tis me, Fergus who would begin the story

  But one named Caitrina will usher in the glory

  —In lak’ech F.G.M.

  When he’s finished reading, Tenzo asks, “Is November 12, 1995, your birthday?”

  Every hair on my arm stands up and I nod.

  “Let’s just get this all out right now,” I say to Tenzo. “Can you please just tell us everything you know about this place and what’s going on here?”

  “I brought something,” Tenzo says as he reaches into his inside jacket pocket and removes an old envelope. Inside is a letter written on thin paper that has yellowed with age.

  “This is a letter from my father, Shan-Tung. He had given it to your great grandfather Robert to send back to me in China when he passed away, which happened when I was very young.”

  He pushes his glasses up with his finger and begins.

  “Dearest son, If you are receiving this letter it means that I have left this physical realm, but know that I am always with you. Just as the stars shine brightly even though they cannot be seen in the daytime, so I shine for you. Even at your tender age you already show a keen interest in ancient history, and this will serve you well, for at some point in your future you will be given the opportunity to continue what I have been doing. I cannot tell you where I am; the location will be revealed to you at the proper time. You will know you are in the right place when you see my good friend and companion, the origami monkey. I am sorry I cannot tell you more than this, but it is for the good of all that the prophecy reveals itself when it is time. In lak’ech, Father.”

  “Well,
I guess you’re in the right place,” I say quietly, scratching Mr. Papers’ head.

  Tenzo nods as he puts the letter back in its envelope. “As soon as Dr. Middleford showed me the rubbing of the spiral with Drocane script, I sensed it was all beginning. I booked my trip not knowing what I would find once I got here. Things have just fallen into place so far.”

  “So your mother didn’t tell you anything?” Uncle Li asks.

  “Just what I’ve told you. She encouraged me to study the Maya and their calendars and she showed me the Drocane script, but even on her deathbed she would not give up the location of this castle. The only thing she told me about the mysterious place where my father went was that it was the pineal gland of Mother Earth.”

  “Pineal gland? What is that?” As I say it out loud it sounds kind of nasty and I hope that it’s not some guy thing.

  Uncle Li taps a finger between his eyebrows and says, “It’s the seat of the third eye.”

  Mrs. Findlay rolls in a huge cart of sandwiches, salads, and soup along with a pitcher of iced tea. “Would you like me to serve you or would you prefer to do it yourself?” she asks.

  “We’ve got it,” I say. After she’s gone I ask, “So what does the pineal gland do? Like what’s its purpose?”

  “It’s a gland the size of a pea that lives in a little cave in the geometric center of your brain,” Tenzo says as he pours himself some iced tea. “Because of its location in the body, I was prepared to look for this place in Egypt, by the pyramids.”

  “Why? Is it shaped like a pyramid?” I ask.

  “No, because the Great Pyramid at Giza is in the exact center of gravity of the continents,” Tenzo replies. “See, if you pushed all the continents together you’d find that the Great Pyramid divides all of our land mass into four equal quarters.”