The Mystic Paradigm: An Evolutionary Novel

by Heater, Brian M.

  As he drove up to the main commons, he could see Joshua waiting for him patiently in front of the main collective warehouse. The warehouse was a busy central meeting place for all the residents and it was crowded today with many workers packing the harvest for the various regional villages nearby. The air was cool as he parked his vehicle and approached his friend. Joshua was looking off into the distance and did not notice him, his mind in some other place. Talis could sense his friend was not in a balanced state. He had heard that the Council meeting had distressed him.

  “Greetings, my friend,” said Talis. “It is great to see you. My hope is that it is under better circumstances.”

  Joshua was startled, but soon embraced his long-time friend and held him tight. “I am glad to see you also. It has been a long few days since my experience at the University and I have wanted to talk. Let us relax, have some food and spend some time together.”

  They stayed close to each other, both needing a trusted friend to hold onto and listen. They slowly walked to the commons to partake in the delicious fare that was served daily to all the farm workers. The smells of the various fresh foods and whiffs of spices took their minds off serious matters. Instead, they took time to enjoy the food and share with the others around them. Joshua had invited Jonathan and introduced him to Talis. They immediately bonded. Talis was very happy that Joshua had found such a dear soul with whom to share the magic of the country life. He knew it was something Joshua had needed.

  “I am happy for you that you have found such a beautiful place to call home, my friend,” he said, looking around at the magic of this special place. Joshua smiled and for a moment was happy. Although they both had other things on their mind, they had been taught to enjoy the moment as much as possible. Their society had taught them the importance of being present in their situation while letting go of worries or stress. Although this was not always easy, it became almost second nature for most people.

  After their wonderful meal Talis and Joshua said their goodbyes and made their way down the garden path to Joshua’s apartment to have a private discussion. The two-story cob structure was gorgeous. The earth material, hand-hewn timbers and large windows were inviting to all. Completely energy independent and self-sustaining, Talis had not yet seen this newer complex and was awed by its presence. Joshua lived in a single room within this large collective complex. It had an expansive view, which Joshua loved. He would sit out on his deck, often looking at the nearby forested mountains.

  Talis placed his arm around his friend and looked at Joshua. “How do you feel about the seers asking you to help?”

  Joshua looked at him with slight agitation. “I don’t know. I know it is my duty to help, but I am not sure what it is I will be doing. I am nervous and at times I feel angry. Except for my reoccurring dreams, my life here is so peaceful. I am content being here. Why should I go away?”

  Talis nodded and gently squeezed his shoulder in support. They were quiet for a long moment, each one deep in their thoughts. So much had happened in the past few weeks. They were both in a daze.

  “You have always had a gift as a mystic; perhaps your dreams contain some special knowledge that will help us all.”

  Joshua smiled, but had that distant look in his eyes again. “Perhaps my friend. I don’t really know anymore.” He looked down, unsure what his path was to be. He had so much he wanted to say, but was speechless to his friend, his mind confused by so many thoughts. He quickly changed the subject to avoid any further discussion. “And what is the mystery of the journal? I want to hear more.”

  Talis was noticeably nervous about the subject and took a few moments to collect his thoughts. “I have only seen glimpses of the mystery that Grandfather talked about. Yet the true mystery, I think, is that there are a few weeks in our collective history that have disappeared. It’s like a collective memory loss. What happened and where did it go? Things are starting to make a bit more sense as I think about it, yet there are many unanswered questions. I have not read Grandfather’s final journal. This may be a key. It should be available in a week or so. I am most anxious, as the Council seemed very interested and I am not sure why. Should I be cautious of them? I was surprised to learn about the mystics and energy shift issues at the uprising. In his journals, Grandfather was concerned that the shift had moved too fast. We never learned about this in school, and Grandfather never mentioned it either. I sometimes wonder why these things were hidden from us.”

  Joshua nodded and sat back in his chair, perplexed. “Do you think our events have anything in common? They both seem odd.”

  Talis open his eyes wide and looked at Joshua. “I have a good feeling we are connected for a reason, my dear friend. I think we both feel it. We shall see.”

  Joshua got up and looked out the window. “Yes, we shall see. I am beginning to doubt some of this, though, and I don’t know why.” He waved his hand out at the expansive farm. “Are we living a dream? Is there truth in this all? I had so much faith in our way, but now I am unclear.”

  Talis tried to reassure him of their blessings. “My friend, I agree we should question things when the truth has perhaps been hidden, but don’t give up on our new world. You know as well as I that this is a good place to be. Have faith that all will be well.”

  “Yes, I know,” Joshua answered sadly. “I will try to believe. I truly want to, yet something is clouding my vision. Someone or something is calling me down a different path. My heart and mind are not quite right.”

  “I hope you can find peace, my brother,” Talis said, standing up next to him and looking out at the orange glow of the setting sun. In the silence of the evening they both sensed that their new adventure would take them to places they had only dreamed of.

  Chapter 12

  The Shift

  The time of the mystic uprising had begun. Markus and Lillian had both prepared for this special day since the very beginning several months ago, as had the others in their community. Many had waited years for this day. The Mystic Orders of the various collectives agreed that they would begin the energy shift in August 2033. Jelina and the various elder mystics felt it time to start the process. They had waited patiently for this powerful younger generation to mature. These psychic and gifted children had been educated by the Elders for several months now and the time to test their strength had arrived. As they prepared for this day, excitement and anxiety filled the air. After so many years of organizing the Mystic Collective, the day was actually here.

  It was a warm day, full of fragrant flowers with the fresh early morning dew of the mountain air. As the Mystic Collective slowly made their way to the sanctuary, the atmosphere was thick with hope. Everyone sensed that change was near. All in the community participated on some level and many were on hand to help. Within the inner sanctuary sat the mystics that would focus on raising the vibration. The large chamber, recently made by community members using materials from the local land, was exquisite in detail. The rich adobe earth walls covered with a light plaster and painted with vibrant colors of the sacred chakras gave the inside of the chamber a special glow, grounded deep with the earth. The floor, also made of earthen adobe, was covered with soft pillows and blankets for the mystics to lie, sit or relax upon.

  Lillian entered the sanctuary and smiled at Markus sitting on the outer edge. He was visibly nervous, but looked at her with affection and support. He had to ground himself and be there for her. Many others came in and began to sit down in a large circle. The room became silent and the energy was high. The circle became one, then two, then three wide as all the mystics made their way in. It was a most beautiful sight. A central altar had various icons, crystals, powerful stones, candles and flowers. It would be the focus point of their power, although most would be in deep trance. Jelina entered the chamber and looked at all that had gathered. The young mystics looked up at her, slightly nervous with their upcoming journey. She calmed most of them with her loving glance and pats on the shoulders. She began to help
the group center and focus.

  The time had finally come to focus their collective energy on the higher energies, creating a strong frequency that would help transform the dysfunctional energy of the wounded earth. The group would attempt to open the veil of the other dimension and keep it open, calling upon the higher energy forces to help them heal the planet and the people. Around the world, many groups would do the same simultaneously. Thousands of mystics and millions more in support roles joined in the effort. This was their time.

  The sanctuary held deep beauty and high energy. All the people inside had such hope and compassion. Jelina looked at everyone around her, bowed deeply, smiled and began the ritual.

  “It is time, my dear friends, to begin the energy shift. Your love for our healing is evident in the energy I feel. Let us begin with a prayer to the future. Divine Spirit, Universal Energy Force, Spirit Beings and Energies that guide us, Great Energy of Love, we are here today to begin the healing of our people and our planet. Guide us, oh force of Love and Hope. Guide us, Divine Light of the Universe. Guide our energies so that we may have the strength to transform ourselves. We call upon the Mother Earth and the sacred elements—Earth, Air, Water and Fire—to ground us with your energies and wisdom. Blessings be to all that is. Let us begin.”

  And with that special prayer, the mystics began their meditation and prayer. Those watching in the room felt an intense energy shift, like a strong wind or magnetic pulse bursting from the ground toward the heavens. Many people cried at the intense energy rush. Lillian was in the center of this and began her trance. Markus could feel her shifting energy from where he sat. He could sense she was going into a higher vibration, a place where she could do her work. What will happen to her? he wondered as he closed his eyes and focused on being grounded. The Mystic Circle began to move as various people fell into trance. Some were still, others moved slightly. A few chanted quietly. Many focused on the center altar, some with their eyes closed. They focused intently on the energy shift. They had been trained for this joint ritual and their focused energy became obvious to the onlookers in the outer part of the sanctuary. The uprising had begun.

  There was an active support group in the community to help the mystics remain comfortable and in good health. They also communicated to the larger group involved in the nonviolent revolution. The activists planned for this transition realizing that society would need new systems in place to help transform their old way of life. The new paradigm was present before them and they felt prepared. Most of the collective schools based themselves outside of cities because of the need for isolation. Yet the collective activist groups kept contact with the cities as this is where change needed to occur on a larger level. The nonviolent action that would coincide with the mystics’ energy work was an important part of their strategy. How it would work, no one knew, but there was great hope and intense planning to make it successful. If they could keep the energy at a high state for a long enough period of time, there would be a chance at the shift.

  As he watched and felt the energy shift with the mystics, Markus was confident the plan would work. The shift was based upon the power of positive high-frequency energy. Why would it not work as they envisioned? This force was hundreds of times more powerful than lower frequency self-centered energy based on ego and fear. This energy could actually be measured scientifically, and the higher frequency shift was a realistic theory based on a combination of science and spirituality. The gap had closed between the two disciplines and people realized this. People truly believed they could transform society into a more peaceful state and do so in a nonviolent way. Many people worked hard toward making this a reality.

  Markus and the others also realized the risks involved keeping the energy high for such a long period of time and relying on it for the revolution. They knew it would not be easy. It was possibly dangerous and unstable for the mystics and for Earth. Markus’s love for Lillian filled him with concern, yet he knew that the time was right to try the shift. The world and its people could no longer wait. Jelina had reassured him that the mystics would be fine. “Trust in our way. Remember to believe in our cause with an open heart and be strong. We will all experience some hardship before we see our success. This is part of the journey.”

  He knew that whatever the outcome, it would change the world and alter humanity forever. What would transpire over the next few months would not come easy.

  Chapter 13

  The Third Journal:The Promise

  Talis arrived back home from Rising Sun Farm in time to pick up the third journal. He had stayed over a week at the farm and had a wonderful time with Joshua and the others. Soaking in the country life had reinvigorated him. Now he was anxious to read the journal and see if he could find out what happened. He knew in his heart that there was a connection with what Joshua was going through. Although cautious, he felt obligated to the Council of Elders to report back with his findings. He had not yet talked at length to Jasmine about his experiences. He knew Grandfather had wanted him to connect with her, but she had been in Council at the University during this time and it had been difficult for them to communicate. He felt there would be a time soon to see her and turned his attention to the importance of reading the third journal.

  When he arrived at the book repair shop, he was overwhelmed by the intensity of the energy he felt. For some reason, Talis gravitated toward these older books. He envisioned history and could actually sense the past through their paper. The familiar and distinct smell of the books gave him a portal to the past.

  An older man named Marvis ran the shop with his younger family. Marvis was as old as Talis’s grandfather and walked slowly to greet Talis personally. Talis knew that Marvis trained his grandchildren in the art of book binding and repair, but he wanted to connect with him directly about this special journal since Marvis had been a young man during the uprising. He was friendly, but quiet and soft-spoken. Perhaps being with all of these old books had made him turn more inward? Talis thought to himself as he greeted the old man with a smile and continued to look around the shop in admiration.

  Talis always felt a sense of awe when he was in a room full of books. He had read many of the older books, but mostly on electronic pads or as virtual books. He sometimes longed to feel the paper on his hands. Paper books were still available, but not in large quantities. There had been a resurgence of paper books lately, but for the most part modern literature was either electronic, based in tablets and computers, or experiential, conveyed through virtual real-time holographic programs that allowed the “reader” to personally experience what was happening. This was a popular way to experience literature and had gained popularity in the last 20 years among the younger generations. Talis grew up learning this way, but he and many other still loved to pick up an older book to sit down and read. There was something about the process that captivated him.

  Marvis handed him the repaired journal with special care. As he picked up Grandfather’s third journal, Talis felt a sudden rush of energy. The older man noticed this and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Be careful with this journal. It has residual energy from where it was written.”

  Talis looked at the journal intently, then at Marvis. “What do you mean, be careful?”

  The old man was quiet for a time, then spoke in a soft voice. “All older books hold an energy charge, especially books that were part of the revolution. There was a tremendous amount of energy that flowed during that time and it was not always contained. It is best to be aware of this as you handle the books from that time. Your grandfather was directly involved in many events that changed our world. And he was also connected with the mystics.”

  The old bookbinder looked away for a moment, hesitating to continue. “There are several things that I could share with you about that time, but I believe your grandfather wanted you to read the journals and discover the secrets for yourself.”

  “What secrets?” Talis asked.

  Marvis was again slow to answe
r. “I—I do not want to say any more about that. It will reveal itself to you in good time.”

  He changed the subject. “As far as the journal, I repaired it the best I could, but there are a few pages that are still very faint and difficult to read. It is not my place to tell you what to do, but I admired your grandfather. He would have wanted me to tell you to be cautious with the words and what you do with them. I wish you the best, my son, and I hope you find what you are looking for.”

  And with that, the old man disappeared quickly into the back room to continue his work. Talis didn’t quite know what to think, but he knew that it was his responsibility to find out what was in the journal. He put the book in his special case, placed it on his shoulder and left the store. He had a nervous feeling in his stomach as he took deep breaths of the fresh air outside. He decided to take the long way home, following the quiet path by the river. He hoped this would clear his thoughts before he began to read.

  Before he opened the journal that evening, he spent some time meditating and finding peace. He prayed and connected to his spirit guides and asked for assistance. After several minutes of grounding, he felt ready and opened the journal with excitement. Most of this journal was written with short remarks, so he was able to read through it fairly fast. There were a few longer entries that interested Talis the most. Grandfather had been very busy during this period of the uprising, as he had been in charge of the activist support group for the mystics and for change in the closest city areas. This was a stressful job; the logistics needed to be in order for the mystics to do their job and to help people in need, particularly in the unstable cities. There were many people helping, but it was a very intense time. Grandfather had told Talis about some of these times, but never in the intensity that the journal revealed. The first entry that intrigued Talis helped him connect to the stress that his grandfather had experienced.