There is enough information in these small books to allow the dark side power beyond measure. This must be guarded against at all costs.
All of the information in this book will be used for power and control unless the true nature of this world is understood.
That true nature is this: The mind is a miniature universe, and the universe is merely an expansion of mind.
There is no difference. There is no separation. There is no thing.
It is Maya, or illusion, that will be the lesson during this next time of darkness. We will feel the pain of believing that self is separate from universe. Our brothers and sisters on the other side of the world, whom we call the Maya, will teach this lesson. With their calendars and their advanced knowledge of the sky, they will show—though it will be long after we are gone—that we are all One.
This knowledge, if it survives, can guide those with light in their hearts to a simple, peaceful, and healthy way of living.
We are all energy beings pulsing with the Supreme Consciousness, which is, at its very base, love.
Wow. Heavy. I’m already intimidated. I scroll down to the table of contents to see what this is all about.
Table of Contents
Alternative Body Tuning: Healing with sound, light, and bacteriaphages
Unlocking Mass Mind Control: Reversing the propaganda of scarcity and fear as manipulated with terror and war
The Underlying Structure of the Universe: All is spin—radiation is expansion, gravity is contraction
Clean Energy from Dark Matter: Harnessing the inherent power in the field around us
Personal Structure Modification: Changing internal patterns and switches to unlock latent abilities
Anti-Gravitational Devices: Vimāna and other flying ships based on vortex energy
Omni-Placement: The ability to connect with all the electrons that have ever been paired with those in your body
Clean Air and Water: Tools that are cheap and plentiful
The Spiral of Time: The nature of time and space
I try to read the text of the book but it’s dense with information and I’m anxious to get it out to the world; this is too important to leave for later.
I peek through the door and ask Alex if he can come help me for a minute. Sitting next to me on the floor, he leans over and reads my screen.
“Tenzo translated the ancient Sanskrit books,” I tell him. “Each one of these nine chapters was assembled and guarded by one man throughout the ages—called the Nine Unknown Men—until they were collected together in two little books and hidden. Now, for the first time, they’re translated into English.”
“Have you read it?” he asks.
“I’ve read the intro and looked at the table of contents. There’s no way I’d understand it; it’s like hard-core science stuff. But we need to get this out. Need to do a mass mailing to all our email subscribers. Do you know how to do that without it getting caught up in spam filters?”
“Aye, no problem. Is it just a Word document?”
“Yep. Here you go,” I say, handing over my laptop. “Can you sort by email addresses?”
“Sure, why?”
“Because we need to send this to college kids first. Anyone with an ‘.edu’ address.”
“No problem,” he replies, typing furiously at the keyboard. “Okay, now I just need you to type up the subject line, anything you want to say in the email, and then attach the document,” he says, handing the computer back.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: What They Don’t Want You to Know
This could be the most important document you ever open. I know that sounds dramatic, but it’s true. For thousands of years, advanced technology and information has been hidden. Far too dangerous for people who were motivated by power or greed, this information was kept underground. The Shadow Government wants to keep and hide this information, to not let it be free, public information. We have to get it into the hands of the right people. Kids. Smart kids with good intentions who know that truth is more powerful than corruption.
Open this document. Forward it to the best, smartest people you know. Let’s change the world.
In lak’ech
I hand the laptop back to Alex.
“You ready to do this?” he asks.
“Absolutely.”
He hits send. It’s gone. Or maybe it has arrived.
“I’d best get back to helping your father,” Alex says, standing up.
“Yeah, sure. Thanks for your help.”
I try to think of any other place it would be good to post to, and decide on some of the more credible conspiracy theory websites. This will be like putting a match to kerosene! The kind of people who troll those sites would definitely know what to do with this kind of information.
Finally, I write a draft email for Tenzo to let him know the document has gone out. I also ask him to send it to as many kids at Princeton as he can. Seconds after I hit save, another draft email pops up from him.
Caity! I have been watching this email folder all night, hoping that you would get the translation and contact me. I am so pleased that you sent it off. With your permission, I will forward it to as many student addresses as I have, as well as to all of the science and technology clubs here. After studying what is in the books, I believe we should see a wellspring of potent new technology in just a matter of weeks.
My friend at the Global Consciousness Project is fascinated by your data. The Palenque talk broke a new record for coherence. I should be pleased to see what happens to his readings when this document is opened and studied.
I cannot tell you how sorry I am to hear about Li. I know how much you must be hurting. Be strong, Caity. Know that what you are doing will change the course of history, no matter how dark it may seem.
Justine is well and enjoying her time with her grandfather. All best, Tenzo
My heart nearly explodes when I’m jolted by Dad’s voice yelling, “Done!”
“You’re done?” I ask, hopping up off the floor.
“Finito,” he says, hands in the air, fingers waving. “In the next forty-eight hours all third- and fourth-world debts that were set up for the Fraternitas to profit from will be erased. In addition, any public property or social services taken over by the Fraternitas have now been deeded back.”
“And I’ve been working on the atmospheric centers in Alaska, Russia, and Norway,” Mom adds. “When a solar storm hits and they go to auxiliary power, their signals will be redirected to the coordinates you gave me for Atala’s satellite.”
“You guys are amazing,” I say, knowing at my core that it was no accident that I got them for parents.
“That was incredible,” Alex says, looking wired. “I got a lifetime of learning in just a few hours!”
“Aye, but now we’ve got to get you all out of here,” Donald says, looking at his watch.
“I’ll just detach the cables and we can use this server cart to roll all these downstairs and out the door,” Dad says.
As we’re gathering things up to leave, Donald pulls me aside. “One more thing left to do, lass. Come with me.”
He leads me to the very back of the floor to what looks like a fuse box. When both the card keys are placed in the slot, the small metal door opens to reveal a computer.
Fascinated by what this could be, I lean over to watch. He asks me to type in the URL for the website where the daily tone is available. I type it in and then he hits enter. “That’ll help immensely,” he says, closing the panel door.
“What is that?” I ask, wondering what we just did.
“The Fraternitas has been using the antennae at the top of the pyramid to put out damaging frequencies. Helps keep people off-balance and in a state of fear. It’s in an ultra-low frequency so it can’t be heard, but nonetheless it is felt by the hundreds of thousands of people within range of this pyramid.”
“And now they’ll hear
the Tzolk’in tone instead?”
“Aye,” he says with a wink. “And they won’t even know it.”
FORTY-ONE
We roll the servers down to the elevator bay on the enormous server cart. I assume we’ll all go down together, but Donald says we must go first and exit the building safely before he goes down with the servers to meet the reporter and the film crew.
“None of you can be implicated in any of this, sir,” Donald says to Dad. “You’re the laird now. You’d best be getting back to Breidablik.”
I see a moment of hesitation in Dad’s eyes. I don’t know if he wants the satisfaction of giving these servers up, or if he doesn’t believe that Donald will.
“I’ll be sure to have your friend call you to let you know I’ve delivered them to him,” Donald says.
Dad holds out his hand. “Uncle Donald,” he says. “What can I say?”
Instead of shaking his hand, Donald pulls him into a hug. “Forgive me,” he said. “My path was cloudy.”
“No worries, Donald. All that matters now is what happens next.”
“I’ll do you proud,” he says. Then he turns to me and gives me a hug. “Fifty years ago when my father told me of this prophecy, I’m ashamed to say I thought it was rubbish. ’Spose I didn’t believe that one person, one wee girl, could change the world.”
“I don’t think I did much. The world is just ready to change.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he says, tapping my nose.
Donald shakes Alex’s hand. “Your grandmother used to be a real spitfire,” Donald says. “Had quite a crush on her back as a lad.”
Alex smiles awkwardly.
The elevator arrives and Donald gives my mom a goodbye hug. “Impressive skills,” he says to her. “Impressive daughter.”
She smiles and says, “I know.”
We make it down to the lobby and discretely get to the parking elevator without being seen by the lobby attendant, who is busy examining Scott Dilazzaro’s credentials.
I’m a little surprised to see the car still there. After what we’ve just done, it seems like the whole world should be upside down.
We’re all so tired we can’t even talk as Dad takes us back up the winding path though the parking garage. Outside is only slightly lighter than the garage.
“I can’t help myself,” Dad says as he drives by the front of the building. Scott and the crew are loading the servers into a van. Scott is too busy to notice us, but Donald salutes us as we roll by.
“Where to?” I ask.
“Home,” Dad says, getting on the freeway to the airport.
I rest my head on Alex’s shoulder and he puts his arm around me. I see Mom look back at us and then give Dad a little look that I’m too tired to attempt to decipher.
We’re all bone-weary, yet oddly buzzed. There’s no going back. There’s no undoing what we’ve done.
Now we wait and see.
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Dad is able to get us on a flight to London at noon. We spend the morning in the International Terminal, nodding off and watching the news.
Sometime around midmorning, we hear the news anchor say, “Computer data was surrendered to a San Francisco Chronicle reporter today by a man who claims he was part of a powerful organization that has worked outside the limits of government, military, and banking to shape world events. Not much more is known; we’ll keep you updated as the story breaks.”
While Mom snoozes with her head tipped back, I search her messy bag for her phone. I see a glass phone booth in the corner and walk over. Once inside, I dial Professor Middleford. It’s afternoon there, and I’m hoping he’s at work so Justine will answer the phone.
“Hello,” Justine says, breathless from running for the phone.
“J, it’s me! How are you?”
“Oh my God, Caity, it’s so good to hear your voice! I can’t believe you did it! Or I guess I should say, I can’t believe your parents did it … ”
“Yeah, they totally pulled off the hacking part. But you are mostly responsible for getting the Sanskrit stuff out—I was so worried about you with those books.”
“Tell me about it! The minute I got to town I called Tenzo from the train station. I didn’t even go see Gramps first! I had to get those things out of my possession.”
“I hope kids can find a way to make that stuff work,” I say.
“Where have you been? Have you even checked the website? Comments are in the thousands now, and I was just listing to Princeton student radio and they were even talking about it!”
“No way! Oh, that’s amazing!”
“Now that you’re releasing the information from the Fraternitas headquarters, do you think they’ll be out of sight? I mean, are you—you know—still worried about them tracking us down?”
“I don’t know, Justine. I would definitely keep a low profile and stay close to Tenzo or your grandpa.”
“Have you heard from Clath?”
“Nope. But if she’s tried calling, she’s getting the kid who took my phone in Chiapas.”
“We never really talked about what’s next—do you think we’ll be expelled?”
“I don’t know, J. I’ll totally take the fall. I’ll tell them I was overcome with homesickness and had to see my parents. Even if they don’t let us back in, maybe they’ll at least let us leave with good records.”
Justine doesn’t respond right away. “I was actually really starting to dig it,” she says.
“Yeah, me too.”
I hear some mumbling in the background and then Justine says, “Oh, Gramps is heading to campus and I think I’ll go with him. I’m not so good with sitting in an empty house … ”
“I’ll call you from home tomorrow,” I say. “By then I should have a plan for what to tell the school.”
We say goodbye and I linger in the booth for a moment.
At what point will I crumble? I wonder, thinking of all the people I have, or could, let down.
I look up to see Alex’s face outside the glass door.
“There you are, mate. You just missed the piece about the magnetic anomalies being reported ’round the world!”
“Seriously?”
“Aye. Seems something has been messing with the electromagnetic field—they haven’t made any connection to the Palenque talk or the release of debt, but if you’re right about this torus energy, both those things should be factors.”
It worked. Our heart waves are now nesting together, not only radiating light and energy, but creating gravity as well. The human connection is getting stronger again. The focus, the tones, the transfer of funds—it’s all working toward the transformation.
I shake my head. “I can hardly believe it’s all true. I can hardly believe we’ve started the shift.”
“Believe it,” Alex says, pulling me up from the seat in the booth. “Believe it.”
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On the train, just minutes from the ferry to Huracan, Dad gets a call from Mrs. Findlay telling him that Monsieur Didier and Professor Clath are at Breidablik. She says they won’t tell her what it’s in regard to, except that it’s a private and personal matter of great importance. It’s been making Mrs. Findlay crazy.
Dad tells her to please make them comfortable and to let them know we’ll be home shortly.
It feels like forty pounds of lead have been dumped onto my chest. “I hope they’ll refund the tuition,” I say sheepishly.
“Forget the money—I just hope they don’t blackball you from college!” Mom says. “Having you go missing halfway around the world must have scared your Pedagogue to death.”
Minutes tick like hours as we get closer to the ferry. I might be more nervous to see Didier and Clath than I was to see my parents.
Thomas meets us at the ferry and I hug him tighter than I ever have before. Good old Thomas, steady and calm. The only person making sure that this prophecy would come to its rightful conclusion.
“Bit of an audience w
aiting for you back home,” he whispers in my ear.
“I’m in deep,” I reply.
We all get in the Land Rover and make our way to Breidablik. Wedged between my mom and Alex in the back seat, I ask them to roll down the windows so I can get a good smell of the place. I didn’t know that I’d missed the scent of the peat and the lichen and the loch and the sea until just now. Mr. Papers is holding on to the handle above the window, standing in the open window like he’s waterskiing. He looks happier than he has in days.
As we pass the island’s school—just one building for kindergarten through high school—I nudge Alex. “Looks like we’ll be classmates now.”
“It’s not so bad; you’ll see.”
My mom looks the other way. Having me back here for school has got to seem like a failure in some way.
Thomas drops us off at the castle steps, explaining that Alex’s mom will have his hide if he doesn’t get him back right away. I wish I could say a more private goodbye, to thank Alex for all he’s done, but it’s just too awkward. We wave goodbye and then turn to the big wooden door with the iron straps, unready to face what’s inside.
Sometimes it takes being away from a place to make it seem like home. Before, I had only ever considered San Francisco as home. Now, having arrived safely back, I can look at Breidablik Castle as home as well.
Mrs. Findlay runs to the door to greet us. After a bear hug, she holds me out in front of her with both hands and says, “What’ve you done, girl? They’re awfully serious in there … ”
FORTY-TWO
I wish I had the confidence to walk in first, but I hide behind my parents so I can see them before they see me. Didier looks calm, but Clath looks like she’s going to have a stroke, she’s so mad. They’re quite a pair: Didier with his beautiful skin and expensive suits and Clath in her Velcro shoes, math sweatshirt, and pull-on denim pants.
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