The Zul Enigma

by J M Leitch

  ‘On the spiritual level it makes sense,’ she said, leaning forward arms outstretched, ‘but on your third density level – the materialistic level – it sounds crazy?’

  He looked at her. ‘¡Exacto!’

  ‘Well, of course! And that’s why I’m here – I’m closer to you – to your vibration. I can relate better to you than Zul can.’ She stared deep into his eyes. ‘I can help you understand. You must believe me. Your spirituality, your consciousness, your vibrating energy – they are all real. Love is real. Selflessness is real. Unity is real. It is everything else that’s the illusion.’

  Carlos stared at his hands resting on his knees. His heart was racing. This was crazy. Was he imagining Astraea? Was he imagining this whole conversation?

  He closed and reopened his eyes. She was still there, large as life, leaning towards him, waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath to try and control the anger that was surging inside him threatening to overflow. ‘Okay. Okay. Tell me about the resettlement.’

  Astraea sat back down and stared past Carlos in his trance-like state. ‘If your galaxy successfully completes its evolutionary shift from third to fourth density it will experience the effect, in your terminology, of being sucked into a black hole. This event will set off a chain of inexorable reactions, one of which will be to focus the frequency of all energy vibrating closest to fourth density as pure consciousness, resulting in the loss of physical form while all humans, animals, birds, fish, insects, waterways, mountains… everything physical on your planet focused at a lower density vibration will manifest in a parallel universe.’

  ‘How do you expect me to believe that?’ Carlos snorted.

  ‘You know that the physical make up of your microscopic pulsating light strings, what you call photons, are trapped inside the three dimensions of space you humans are familiar with. All these microscopic strings are attached to what you call a brane and cannot leave it. This is why you cannot “see” outside the brane in which you exist. Due to a reaction caused by the evolutionary shift, all residual third density energy, let’s call this nuvo energy, will for an instant, change its frequency to that of a graviton…’

  ‘Jesus!’ Carlos said, ‘and because gravitons vibrate as closed strings and aren’t attached to the brane they’re inside, they’re not trapped by it. Are you saying they’re free to move from one brane universe to another?’

  ‘Yes.’ Astraea said. ‘The nuvo energy vibrating at graviton frequency will slip through the boundary of its current brane universe into a parallel three-dimensional brane universe, where it will revert to third density energy vibrating in identical dimensions as before and reconstruct as a facsimile of your former planet Earth with everything on it.’

  ‘Christ!’ Carlos said, shaking his head. ‘I don’t believe it.’

  Astraea smiled. ‘Believe it! That’s how third density humans will have a continued opportunity to increase their level of selflessness on the reconstructed Earth. As a result of what you and the other humans will have witnessed, as well as your own improved understanding and spiritual development, you can encourage everybody to live selflessly – motivate them to uplift the level of their vibration as a model for their descendents to follow. Later, if all human consciousness vibrates nearest to the fourth density, it will lift everything focused in lower density vibrations so that everyone and everything, including your Earth, can successfully evolve as pure consciousness to the fourth density when the next opportunity arises.’

  Astraea pushed her hair back over her shoulders.

  ‘This… new… reconstructed planet… what will it be like? What will our lives be like there?’

  ‘They’ll continue as before. You’ll have your memories and your possessions and you’ll have your same free will to create a worse or a better future.’

  ‘I still can’t get what happens to the people who evolve. You say they’ll disappear?’

  ‘From third density existence, yes.’

  ‘But that means some children will evolve to the next density without their parents, or one partner could evolve without the other? Families will be split up.’

  ‘Not so many children will evolve without their parents, or the other way around. Think about the families you know. Due to genetics and upbringing, nature and nurture, they more often share the same base values, the same level of selflessness. Even some large communities that share similar values will evolve or be left behind as groups.’

  ‘But how about the ones that are different? The couples that live together when they don’t share the same values? There are some – many! Children who don’t share their parents’ values. There must be hundreds, thousands, millions.’

  ‘Sit down, Carlos. It won’t be as bad as you fear…’

  ‘And how about the bodies of those who evolve in December?’

  Astraea paused. ‘I think you already know the answer to that question.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘I think you understand enough.’

  Carlos shook his head. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I don’t.’ He raised his voice. ‘That’s why I’m asking you,’ and he jabbed his finger at her.

  She stood up and ran her hands through her hair, making the light dance on the golden tendrils down to its tips. She stared at Carlos and sat back down, hands clasped in her lap, re-entering her former hypnotic-type state.

  ‘Because entities in the fourth density no longer have physical bodies, they will…’

  ‘They will what, Astraea?’

  ‘Because the physical bodies are focused in third density, they will…’ her voice faded to a whisper.

  ‘They will what?’ he pushed, and when she didn’t reply he answered for her. ‘You don’t want to say it, hey? Well let me say it for you. The bodies will be left behind, heaped up all over the new planet. That’s what your trying to tell me, isn’t it?’ he yelled.

  She didn’t reply.

  ‘It’s horrible! It’s inhuman!’

  ‘Carlos,’ she said softly, ‘it’s the way. It’s the evolutionary process. You can’t change it.’

  ‘But how about all the people left behind? Imagine their grief, their loss, their suffering? It’s too cruel,’ he roared.

  ‘Wouldn’t it be worse if they had no physical remains to celebrate?’

  ‘Celebrate? You really think they’ll want to celebrate? They’ll be in mourning for Christ’s sake. They’ll be in shock.’

  ‘That will depend on what you’ve told them.’

  Carlos looked at her face, so innocent, so beautiful. He couldn’t believe such ugliness could come out of her mouth.

  He leapt to his feet, hurling his arms in the air. ‘I don’t believe any of this shit. Zul and you – you say you’re enlightened and selfless – but what you’re planning? It isn’t based on love and unity. It’s barbaric. You’re talking about the decimation of the entire population of a planet.’

  Astraea also stood. ‘No Carlos. Not decimation, salvation,’ her face radiant in its earnestness.

  ‘Estás loca,’ he yelled twisting his fingers at his head. ‘You and Zul? You’re unbelievable. Get out of here.’

  ‘It’s natural for you to find the process shocking. And you should think very, very carefully about sharing it with the other humans.’

  ‘Now you’re telling me to lie?’

  ‘No!’ she replied, indignant, ‘I’m not telling you to lie and I’m not telling you what you should or should not do. I’m suggesting you think it through carefully first. When you announce this to the world, the last thing you want is for people to panic.’

  ‘I’ve heard your so-called “process” explained by Zul and now by you, and I’m panicking right now.’

  ‘Exactly! Your reaction proves the point.’

  He paced up and down. ‘Why should I believe you? Hey? How do I know you’re telling the truth?’

  ‘Believe, Carlos, believe in Zul. If you don’t, your planet will destroy itself,’ she implored.

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sp; ‘I’ve only got your word for that. Perhaps it’s better I do ignore you and let the Earth and everyone on it do whatever they want with no interference from me.’

  ‘Do you really believe that’s right?’

  ‘If you’re wrong, it is.’

  ‘But we’re not wrong. And you know it. You’ve been worrying about the Earth’s future for years. Before we contacted you, you already knew something terrible was happening. You can’t turn your back while your planet destroys itself, knowing the force of it disintegrating will destabilise the whole galaxy – perhaps even cause the whole cycle to start again.’

  ‘If you’re right, at least we’ll all go together! Perhaps that’s our “karma”.’

  ‘But you have the free will to make a better “karma”, to help your galaxy so that it will evolve.’

  ‘Say I do. And that what you say is true. How will life continue, exactly, for those who don’t evolve?’

  ‘Sit down and I’ll tell you,’ Astraea held her arm towards Carlos’s chair.

  ‘The new beginning will be an incredible opportunity for you humans. Recovery will force you to unite, just like New Yorkers did after the September 11th disaster. At that time people found a new, shared identity that transcended race or religion. It will be the same for you, except it will be on a global scale. Every human left will have been touched. Everyone will join together to mourn the passing of their brothers and sisters and to celebrate the lives they lived and their successful evolution to fourth density: Africans with Caucasians, Asians with Arabs, Christians with Taoists, Moslems with Hindus and Buddhists with Jews, the rich and the poor. Everyone will be equal in their grief.

  ‘All the humans left will have experienced the truth of the evolutionary process for themselves. They will realise the need to readjust their base values, to raise their levels of selflessness. They will realise that every strata of human life must integrate in order to survive, to recover, to progress. They will realise they can all work together to hand down a brand new tradition to future generations so that when the time comes for the next evolutionary leap, no one will be excepted.

  ‘And with fewer humans on the planet your resources will be plentiful and more easily managed. With good governance, the horrendous gap between the extraordinarily rich and the pitifully poor will be reduced. There will be no more need for poverty and starvation and fear. There will be more than enough for all.’

  While Carlos found it horrific imagining the pain and suffering of all the people left behind, he had to admit Astraea had a point. After the initial appalling shock, in a cruelly twisted way of course, it would be advantageous to have a reduced population. Currently there were way too many people on the planet – Carlos had been saying it for years. This way they could start over. And do it right.

  Astraea smoothed her hair with her hands and tucked it back behind her ears.

  ‘Many gaps will be left in the hierarchy of different nationalities, societies, religions, industries and other groups. It will be a time for strong leaders, like you Carlos, to step forward and unite people. There’ll be much work to do but it could be the epoch during which the true Global Village will be born.’

  Many thoughts flooded Carlos’s head. Ideas how the new planet could function better in the future and he wondered if perhaps something beautiful could come out this evolutionary process after all.

  Then he stopped in mid-thought. Clever bitch! Not only was she so beautiful he could hardly think straight, but she was using arguments she knew he wanted to hear. As his own invention it was no wonder she could manipulate him so well.

  ‘You expect me to believe all this? I tell you, you and Zul are in my head,’ he said, tapping his brow with his index finger.

  ‘Don’t forget where your planet’s heading, Carlos,’ Astraea persisted. ‘There are only two possibilities: destruction or evolution. A third failure to evolve from third to fourth density is unprecedented – we don’t even know the extent the effect may have.

  ‘The faster you get to work the better chance your planet, your whole galaxy, has to evolve. The part you can play is crucial, both now and on the new Earth. You will have help from other entities on the new planet too.’

  ‘Help? How will they help? What will they do, hey? Pass on some universal “truth” like the importance of the shape of a pyramid?’ he shouted.

  ‘Carlos, you’re becoming hysterical.’

  He thumped both fists on the table so hard it made the water jug and glasses jump. ‘I don’t believe in any of this shit. I don’t believe in you and…’ he thumped his fists again and again as he screamed each syllable, ‘… I DON’T BELIEVE IN ZUL.’ He sprang up gripping his head but his legs buckled underneath him and he fell face first onto the table.

  Astraea gasped, hands covering her mouth. ‘What is it, Carlos? What’s the matter?’

  He struggled to stand up, lurching onto his feet, his face drained of colour. Then his legs gave way again and he staggered backwards, collapsing onto his chair, upturning it.

  ‘Carlos, what’s wrong?’ she cried, stretching her arm towards him.

  He scrabbled onto all fours and reaching up his hands one at a time grabbed the edge of the table to lever himself up to kneeling. He looked like a ghoul emerging from a grave. He stared up at Astraea’s image, his face distorted with horror.

  ‘Carlos,’ she shouted, ‘what is it?’

  His mouth opened but no words came out. He pushed himself up onto one foot then the other, swayed in front of her and, without taking his eyes off her face, shuffled backwards one unsteady step at a time fighting to find his voice.

  ‘Get out of here,’ he rasped. ‘Get OUT of here. Stop messing with my head.’

  ‘Carlos! What’s wrong,’ Astraea implored.

  Then his eyes glazed over and he stumbled backwards somersaulting over an armchair and smacking his head against the window with a thud.

  CHAPTER 21

  The women chatted in Corrinne’s office as they ate the cakes. When Erika excused herself to visit the ladies, Corrinne went to check on Carlos. He didn’t reply to her knock so she opened the door and peered in. At first she couldn’t see him anywhere but as she walked further into the room she spotted him crumpled on the floor, the side of his face pressed against the bottom of the picture window.

  ‘Carlos?’ she called.

  When he didn’t move she called out louder. ‘Carlos!’ Running forward she knelt over him and put her cheek to his mouth to check for breath. She loosened his clothing, moved him into the recovery position and ran into the kitchenette between their offices to fill a bowl with water and grab a towel. Panting she rushed back and knelt over him. With trembling fingers she took his wrist to check his pulse. It was beating fast. Way too fast.

  After dunking the towel in water she wiped his face, paying special attention to the corner of his mouth where spittle had dribbled down his chin. She rinsed the towel again, folded it and pressed it alternately against the lump on his head and at the nape of his neck.

  He moaned and lolled onto his back opening his eyes and with a lurch got on his side again, fumbled onto his hands and knees and tried to stand. He swayed on his feet like a drunk and it was a hard job for Corrinne to support him as they staggered from side to side, but with brute force and determination she steered him behind the upturned armchair and got him at an angle where she could let him slide onto the couch.

  He mumbled non-stop, shouting out now and again, but none of it was intelligible. He waved his arms and it was clear he wanted to stand but his motor skills had deserted him and he flopped around, agitated and restless, his breathing ragged, until he passed out.

  ‘I must get help,’ Corrinne muttered, and she headed back to her office, scolding herself for having left him on his own for so long.

  Corrinne had told Erika to get the UN doctor up while she called the Secretary-General and they all stood murmuring in a worried huddle.

  ‘His blood pressure’s low, his pulse
rate is high and he’s experiencing some respiratory distress. He’s showing signs of extreme intoxication but there’s no smell of alcohol on his breath. Then there’s the head injury. He obviously stumbled over the chair and hit his head on the window when he fell. The impact resulted in a subcutaneous haematoma on his temple. He’s clearly disorientated and dissociated, which could be the reason he collapsed or the result of concussion. We need an ambulance to take him to AKH.’

  ‘AKH?’

  ‘Vienna General Hospital.’

  ‘Just a minute, sir,’ Erika interrupted, ‘it’s Sunday. It’ll be quicker by car.’ She turned to the doctor. ‘Does he really need an ambulance? I mean, does he need to be on oxygen or have to be restrained?’

  ‘His breathing’s laboured but it’s good enough. And I’ve got a portable oxygen bottle. His motor skills are challenged so he won’t need restraining, at least not for the moment.’

  Greg considered Erika’s suggestion. An ambulance would cause a fuss but by using her car they might be lucky enough to get Carlos out of his office, out of UNO City and into hospital before the American secret service people downstairs realised what was going on.

  ‘You’re right,’ he said, ‘it’ll be faster by car. And even better if we can get him out unnoticed. Where are you parked?’

  ‘Level minus two.’

  ‘Hm, that means using the escalator to reception…’

  ‘Take the freight elevator,’ the doctor cut in. ‘That’s what we do when we use the stretcher.’ He turned to Erika. ‘It stops at level minus three here in E Building.’

  ‘Do you know how to get there?’ Greg asked her.

  ‘I can follow the signs.’

  ‘Best you take a security guard,’ Greg said. ‘We don’t want you getting lost. Park there and wait. The other guard can help us with Carlos.’

  ‘Good,’ Erika said, ‘and Corrinne, don’t forget to grab Carlos’s briefcase. He might need it at the hospital – ID and all that.’

  ‘Okay,’ Corrinne muttered. After the initial adrenaline rush that had kept her focused when she first found Carlos, she was now in a state of shock.