by Sara Estey
I too have been to this land and met these women. They are not a day past the age of thirty, though I know they have lived much longer. They have knowings that one day others will be ready to hear. I count myself blessed to have met these beings. Their light goes beyond any I have seen, or that I am.
“That is powerful,” I say after a few moments of silence.
“Do you know where this land is?” Sarah asks.
“Yes, I do know where it is,” Adam says. “I think it is where you are to be going next, Mary.”
I look at him and smile. Perhaps, it is.
One of the other monks runs into the library and whispers to Adam.
“Hurry up, and follow me,” Adam says.
By the looks on both monks’ faces, we don’t ask why, and we follow them to the shed that goes to the underground communications area. As we walk into the underground room, I see both our suitcases are in the conference room.
Adam motions for us to sit down.
“David has been arrested at gunpoint. The local police are on site with a search warrant and are also looking for you, Mary. We have told them you are not here,” Adam says.
“Looking for me? On what grounds?” I ask.
“We don’t know the details. But, David has been taken in. We will get you both out tonight, via boat to Maui, and then a flight from there,” he says.
“I’m so sorry. We have jeopardized your work, and the monastery,” I say.
“Don’t worry about us. It was bound to happen, sooner or later,” Adam says.
Sad that we will have to leave, and feeling anxious for David, we sit and wait for our transport off the island.
Adam informs us that they have a truck bringing supplies from a tanker boat tonight. When it comes, they will smuggle us out in it.
Sure enough, at about 6 pm, we are escorted out in monk robes to the truck. There, we are put in a secret compartment between the storage area of the truck, and the cab. Adam assures us we will be safe, and to just stay quiet.
As we leave the property, I hear voices outside the truck and hear the rear rollup door on the truck being opened. It sounds like the police are searching it. We hear the back rollup tailgate of the truck close, and the truck drives off with us in it.
“How are you, loves?” a man asks us as we get off the cargo boat the next day.
“Ok,” I reply weakly.
It had been a harrowing trip. The truck ride was the easy part. We were then stowaways on a cargo boat, in an old, dirty cabin that I suppose is used by crew members. We had not been searched for, or detected. So, for that, I was grateful.
“Good. Well, there has been a slight change of plans,” he continues. “You are going to stay in my beach house, for a few days, as they work on getting you out of the country. I’m Joe, by the way.”
“Hi Joe, could I perhaps talk to Adam on the phone?” I ask as we follow him to his car.
“Of course,” he says as he calls Adam, and hands me his phone.
Adam confirms that we will stay at Joe’s, for now. They are working on getting me a ticket to Indonesia to visit the land where the women lived, or live. However, he tells me that Rob was abducted while he was out with Judy, and that he was attacked and almost killed.
“Almost killed?” I ask sitting in the car.
“Yes, it looks like it was to be a ‘hit’. But, luckily, he escaped and is now in hiding. He is being seen by a doctor, and we think he will pull through,” Adam says.
“Oh my god, Judy must be beside herself. Can I call her?” I ask.
“Probably not a good idea right now,” Adam says.
Deep in thought, I barely notice the scenery as we drive to Joe’s house. When the car stops I look out to see the sea and a lovely house set well back from the road in what appears to be a secluded area. We follow Joe in, and he shows us around. He lets us know he will be staying with us.
Sarah and I are shown to a lovely room, that looks out over a pool, and the ocean. He brings us both a Pina Colada and tells us that the drink is his signature cocktail.
Sitting by the pool with our drinks, I ask Joe a bit about what he does, and how he knows Adam.
“Actually, I’m a friend of David’s. Though I have met Adam. David and I...” he says, as I interrupt.
“Went to the seminary together?” I complete his sentence with a question.
“Exactly,” Joe says.
“Let me guess, you are really eighty?” Sarah chimes in.
Joe laughs as he says, “Gosh no, I’m sixty-five.”
Yes, of course, and he looks to be forty or so, I think to myself.
“So, were you also working at the Vatican for a while?” I ask.
“No, I never made it that far,” he says. “However, I am part of the group that was delving into some of the ancient knowledge being kept from mankind.”
I look at Joe as he talks, and feel as if I know him. I’m not sure why, or how that would be. Perhaps it is the Pina Colada after a long day and night of travel; perhaps it is because I’m exhausted.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Just 7 pm, love. Would you girls like some food or a swim?” he asks.
“I could use a good night’s sleep myself,” I say. “But perhaps Sarah would like to eat.”
Leaving them to have dinner, I take a shower and then fall onto the bed, and am asleep in minutes.
“We have been waiting for you.” Joseph says.
“I know you have, my journey was not hard, but harder than it used to be. I am with child and will deliver another one who can help to spread the message of love and unity in the world,” I say.
“Yes, it is time my love for her to come and help with the mission,” he says.
I see a baby, such a beautiful girl with a golden heart, and she is to help. She is one of the women who will help get us back to where we need to be. I know this to be true.
CHAPTER 8
Love is Timeless
Two days in Maui, and I feel energized and relaxed. We have been relaxing and enjoying the beach the last few days, waiting for my ticket to Indonesia. It has been decided that Sarah will stay in Maui while I go check out Sulawesi.
Laying by the pool, I look at Sarah as she learns how to surf with a rather handsome instructor. I laugh to myself, as Joe brings me some ice tea and sits on the lounger next to me. Joe isn’t too shabby either.
It has been over a year and a half since the Peter fiasco in Bali, and five years since my husband Mark’s death. I’m not looking for anyone. But there is something familiar about Joe, and he is certainly nice. Since he is involved with David, I’m guessing I don’t need to worry about him turning into a psychopath, or a Reptilian. It has been an interesting few years.
“So, Mary, tell me about this Peter character you met in Bali,” he says.
“I met him when I was vacationing in Bali,” I reply. “A lot happened, and it basically went from a vacation to a complete life change. I met Rob and Judy in Bali, before they were together you know? As for Peter, he was a Shaman from England that I thought was helping me get rid of dark spirits that were presenting themselves. Turns out he was the dark spirit.”
“I see. I heard he tried to kill you,” Joe says.
“Yes, well he threatened to, with a gun. He was not the person he presented himself as. He had an entire shadow life that the Community uncovered. He certainly had me fooled. However, he sent a few folks to divert me from joining the Community,” I say.
“Yes, it is a crazy world,” Joe says.
“So, what about you? You know all about Sarah, and my husband Mark: how he tragically died. Now you know about the infamous Peter. I don’t know much about you. Just that you were in the seminary and left; and that you look at least twenty years younger than you actually are.”
“Well, yes, there is the age thing,” he says looking at me in such a way I feel myself blush.
“After I left the seminary, I traveled for a year, and ended up here,” he c
ontinues. “I’ve been doing some work for the Community as well, along with David, and those of us who left the Vatican. I guess you could say, until recently, I have been the link between the two.”
“Would you like to take a swim? I’m hot,” he says as he jumps in the pool.
Joining him in the water, I swim a few laps.
“This reminds me of my time in Pemuteran, in Bali,” I tell him.
“How so, love?” he asks. Again, I feel myself blush.
Lots of people call me love. I use the word, myself. But somehow when he says it, I feel different.
I tell him about how, when I floated in the sea in Pemuteran, I saw the Flower of Life. I would see the Flower floating above me, and in different colors. When I swam with a mask on, I saw it split off and become more than one Flower of Life.
“That is interesting. Only there?” he asks.
“Yes, it was the low electric current that facilitated this, along with the salt water and the Flower,” I reply. “It was the beginning of my understanding of what we are doing now. Of course, when I went to Egypt, those experiences and understandings blossomed ten-fold.”
As we get out of the pool, and dry ourselves off, I laugh.
“Somehow you did not answer the personal stuff about yourself. Yet now you know even more about me,” I say.
“Oh sorry. No, I never married,” he says, “I left the order and am not a priest. I did live with a woman here for a few years. But, it did not work out. I guess it has mostly been the work for me. I’m not saying I’m against relationships. I suppose if the right person had come along, it may have been different.”
After saying this, he looks at me a bit oddly.
“What was that look for?” I ask.
“I don’t know. It is just that, well, ever since I picked you up at the dock, I feel like I know you,” he says.
“Yes, I understand,” I say, as his phone rings.
“I see, okay. Calm down, David, I got it,” he says, and then listens to David on the other end for a while.
When he hangs up the phone he asks me to sit down.
“It seems that things are a bit more extreme than we would have thought,” he says.
“In what way?” I ask, as Sarah comes running up to us.
“Hi Mom. That was amazing,” Sarah says and then stops speaking as she notes our serious faces. “What is wrong?”
“I don’t know. Joe, what happened?” I ask him.
Joe tells us that David has been released. However, it seems that the Kauai volcanic activity has increased, and there is a possibility that the volcano may erupt. If it does, one of the military bases would be in the flow of the lava.
“What does that have to do with David?” I ask.
“Not David, so much as the monastery. The military is taking over the monastery now for a temporary base,” he says.
“What? That is awful. How can they do that?” Sarah asks.
“I suppose the military can do whatever they want to do. It is not good. All the positive energy, the field there. It is possible the military machine could destroy that,” he says.
“Oh my God. What about the monks?” I ask.
“They can stay. David has been told he can stay there, too. But the books, the communications room, let alone the entire area, are in jeopardy now,” he says. “David is going to stay to help monitor what the military does there.”
“I’d rather he come stay with us. But yes, that is best. This could be a problem. First, the Community is shut down and, now, this monastery. What is next?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” Joe responds. “You also have a ticket out of the country tomorrow.”
“Oh dear,” I say. “I mean, that is good. I do want to see the ancient place and find this group of women the Guru wrote of.”
Looking at Joe, though, I really do not want to leave. I feel as if I have come home. I want to stay and explore Maui and see where this connection is going. But, that is not in the cards. I need to see if there are more answers, and knowings, for us. With Rob, Judy, and David under watch, and the Community activities on hold, there is not much we can do in regards to the program we were sharing with humanity.
“Mom, I was wondering if you would mind if I went out with Alex, the surfing instructor, tonight? He is going to introduce me to some of his friends. I know it is your last night, but he is kind of cute,” Sarah says.
“Yes of course, that is fine, love,” I reply.
“In that case, why don’t I make you my special vegetable pasta for dinner?” Joe asks.
I shower and change; and, as I walk into the living area, I see Joe cooking in the kitchen. He is playing some Italian music and offers me a glass of wine.
As I light the candles on the dining table, I relax into the moment. I feel so at peace with this man that I just met. He feels safe and, in that safety, I feel not like a woman with a destiny or a mission, but simply a woman.
CHAPTER 9
Orangutans and Man
I stopped on a winding road that appeared to lead nowhere. An old woman approached me. I asked her if she could give me directions and she said: “The petal of the rose was born of the sacred female. She was stripped of her rights and when she was, she held on with the crystalline energy. In the transference—the cloning —the rose was shown as a petal and, in the petal, all knowings could be activated. Our memory would activate through the rose and, in the rose, we never forgot our divinity.”
“Please fasten your seatbelts, and put your seats in the upright position.”
The flight attendant’s voice, coming through the overhead speaker, arouses me from my slumber. I rub my eyes, as the plane prepares for landing in Makassar, Sulawesi.
That dream felt like an omen, or a message, of what was to come on my visit. I wanted to go back to sleep, as it felt I had only received part of the message.
What does it mean about the petal and the rose? How would that tie into the crystalline activation that I know of? Were there roses in these ancient times? I’m in the tropics for God’s sake!
A local guide is awaiting my arrival as I leave the airport. I breathe in the hot, humid air. It is a bit more humid than Hawaii, but not that different.
“I’m taking you to a place in the highlands, in the jungle. We are going to go to an ancient cave tomorrow,” my guide, Kadek, tells me.
“Okay, I wasn’t aware of a cave,” I say.
As we drive toward our destination, Kadek tells me that he had met the Guru who started the Kauai Monastery in Bali, 15 years ago.
“Yes, I was wondering about your name,” I say. “I met many Kadeks when I was in Bali. I was wondering if Kadek is also a name used on this Island? I know Kadek is a name used by the Balinese Hindus. Is it also a name used in the Muslim culture in Indonesia?”
“No, it isn’t a common name here. I came over from Bali to meet you,” Kadek replies. “Sulawesi is mainly a Muslim island. Bali is the only one of the over 1400 Indonesian islands that is primarily Hindu.”
“So the Guru spent time here, and in Bali?” I ask.
Kadek tells me that he had met the Guru in Bali. The Guru had come to meet a friend and explore how the Balinese practice Hinduism. When he came to Sulawesi, he had visions of the caves and, through the caves, he had more visions of a group of women who were from a very ancient time.
As Kadek speaks, I look at the scenery. There is a lot of water here. It appears that waterways cover much of this part of the island. As we drive, I imagine the Guru coming to visit this area years back. Today, there are many shops that line the streets. I imagine it must have been a bit sparser fifteen years ago.
“You will be staying in an ecolodge in Leang Leang Historic Park,” Kadek says, as he parks the car by a river.
Kadek explains we are going to take a boat to the lodge, and that, tomorrow, we will visit the caves with their ancient artwork dating back approximately 40,000 years. I’m surprised to see that the boat is a large canoe. I climb in as th
e boat driver starts the engine, and we glide out onto the river.
Looking around, I see the jungle is backed up against jagged, steep rock embankments, and hills. It is amazingly beautiful and tranquil on this river. After a short ride, we are docking where the ecolodge is located. We dine on Nasi Goreng and drink Bintang beer, and then call it an early night. I note the fireflies lighting up the sky, along with the stars, before I drift off to sleep.
In the morning, we decide to go see the rock formations that are situated there, before we visit the caves. The rocks were once underwater. They present an otherworldly experience. The area looks to me like something from the dinosaur movies I watched as a child.
Stepping carefully back in the boat, we go to another part of the shoreline to see a cave. After we walk through the mud and water of the flooded rice fields for over twenty minutes, I look to Kadek questioningly. We have another fifteen or so minutes to go, he tells me.
There are monkeys in the mountain rock overhangs, and they call out to us. The cows have bells around their necks that jingle as they move out of our path. My shoe gets stuck in the muck, and I nearly fall over in the mud.
Eventually we make it to drier land. We ascend a mountain of rocks until, eventually, we find ourselves at the entrance to a cave that is marked by a single signpost. Walking inside the cave, I feel a bit ill. I’m not sure if it is the heat and humidity, or the energy of the place. It feels primitive to me inside the cave. It is as if I’m feeling a foreshadowing of the ancients that once lived here: messages of foreboding.
Kadek, and our boat driver-guide, point out the ancient hand prints that are on the walls and the ceiling of the cave. A fish and an animal are also drawn onto the side of the cave. I sit, as I absorb the significance of the ancient drawings and the place, itself. It feels overwhelming to me. It feels as if the people that once lived here were both of me, but not of me.
