“I’ll have it ready for you.”
Marduk watched Anu dissolve back into the fabric of space-time. Soon I’ll be rid of these controlling Anannuki. I know how much they need their precious black powder and if they want to do business, it’ll be on my terms.
Chapter 37
“That was quite the trip.” Paul stretched his arms above his head. “I always wanted to tell Karl Marx off.”
“I’ve always wanted to be part of a group hallucination,” said Susan. “Ever since my father told me about Napoleon’s hallucination in the great pyramid, the phenomena has intrigued me.”
“Napoleon was tripping out in the great pyramid in Egypt? Cool. What did he see,” asked Maeve.
“In the summer of 1799, just before sailing back to France from Egypt, Napoleon made a special trip out to Gaza from Cairo. He was on the tail end of a long and tiresome command to edge out the British forces, colonize Egypt and reveal to Europe the hidden gem of the Orient. Even though he had suffered some military set backs and his men were dying of the plague, Napoleon maintained his passion for science and his goal to study and record every aspect of Egypt. To this end, his entourage included more than five hundred civilians. There were biologists, mineralogists, astronomers, engineers, linguists, mathematicians, chemists, and natural historians. Nothing like it had ever been done before and the combined results of their work appeared in the twenty-volume Description de l’Égypte, which was published in 1828. This was the birth of Egyptology.”
“So what happened to him in the great pyramid,” pressed Maeve.
“According to Egyptologists, Napoleon entered the King’s Chamber, and then asked to be left alone. This chamber is at the end of a lengthy series of entrance ways leading into the interior of the Pyramid. After a while, Napoleon apparently emerged, pale, faint, and silent. When his aide asked him what happened, Napoleon refused to say anything of substance, other than that he had experienced a preview of his own fate.”
“Didn’t Napoleon’s troops use the sphinx as target practice,” asked Paul. “Maybe the dead Pharaoh was upset with him and gave him a stern lecture on being responsible with firearms.”
“Egyptologists and historians confer that after his return from Egypt Napoleon had lost his drive to be supreme ruler. Just before his death he almost told a close friend what had occurred in the King’s Chamber. Then he hesitated, because he didn’t think anybody would ever believe him.”
“There are all sorts of theories and speculations about the great pyramid,” added Paul. “Some believe it was an ancient starship, other’s suggest that it was an advanced astrological device. I’ve even heard a theory that it was a hydrogen energy producing station, and that the energy was all directed into the Kings Chamber to create a shift in the space-time fabric.”
“I’ve seen all sorts of shows on television about those theories,” replied Maeve, “and some of them are pretty convincing. I mean, you can’t deny that the geometry of the pyramid is a perfect map of the northern hemisphere.”
“Whatever Napoleon saw in there, it had a profound effect on him,” said Susan.
“I believe he did see his fate.” George had been quiet since they returned from their meeting with the council. “There is much more to the pyramid than modern western science has been able to ascertain.”
“Come on George, you’re not going to tell us that the Pyramid was in fact an ancient alien space craft.” Paul looked at George.
“No. But I will tell you that the there are more dimensions to this material reality than you realize.”
“Sure, I believe you. We experienced that last night,” said Paul.
“We experienced something last night.” Susan wasn’t convinced that what they had experienced was real. “It was a group hallucination. It’s the most rational explanation.”
“But how do you account for the time shift,” asked Maeve.
“We must’ve fallen asleep,’ replied Susan.
“Time moves much slower in the dimension we visited last night.” George smiled at Susan. “Ten minutes there are like seven hours here.”
“But that’s impossible,” said Susan, “time is a constant.”
“Actually it’s not.” George sat forward in his chair, “In his special theory of relativity, Einstein mapped out that time does not flow at a fixed rate. For example, think of two twin brothers. On their twentieth birthday, one of the brothers decides he wants to go on a space journey in a superfast rocket that travels at the speed of light. The space traveller stays on his journey for precisely one year, then returns to Earth for his twenty-first birthday. On Earth, however, seven years have elapsed. The twin brother is thirty-seven years old at the time of his arrival. This is due to the fact that time is stretched by factor seven at the speed of light. In the space traveler’s frame of reference, one year is equivalent to seven years on Earth, even though time appears to have passed normally to both brothers, in their respective temporal references.”
“Ok, but we didn’t travel on a super fast rocket at the speed of light last night,” pressed Susan.
“Light is a vibration, like sound, and these vibrations can be seen as waves,” continued George. “When we raise our own vibration to match the vibration of light, we learn to travel on those wave lengths. This is how we shift dimensionally. We raise our vibrations using sound or light, and seek out those waves to take us where we want to go. In many ways we are like space travelers, but we’re traveling through inner space.”
“So last night you used your rattle to shift our vibration and carry us to the space where the council was meeting.” Paul was starting to understand what George was telling them, “I’ve read about this kind of thing in anthropology journals, but usually it involves some kind of psychotropic substance like ayahuasca, mushrooms or peyote.”
“Those are strong medicines that help to shift your vibrational frequency so you can travel faster. They give you a kind of boost, which many people need, because maintaining a high vibration takes a conscious effort, discipline and an impeccable intent. I was able to carry the three of you on my own vibration, but it wasn’t easy. Good thing Maeve’s frequency is already pretty high.”
“But what’s the difference between this altered state of consciousness and Susan’s notion that what we experienced was just a hallucination,” asked Maeve.
“What we experienced was real,” answered George. “It wasn’t a hallucination. Just like space travel, there are many places to travel to in inner space, but you need to know where to go and how to get there.”
“So we went on a kind of soul journey,” asked Paul. “But didn’t have to die or take any medicines.”
“Exactly,” said George. “But when we die and pass over, our vibration is no longer constricted by this material reality. Like our bodies and gravity and all the beautiful things associated with our day-to-day human existence.”
“Why did you say that about my frequency?” Maeve crossed her arms. “Just thinking about it kind of gives me the creeps.”
“It’s not just because you’ve maintained a very clean lifestyle Maeve, full of positive energy and clear intent,” answered George. “It’s in your blood. You come from a special family, which I know you find hard to believe. But if you start to believe, it will actually make more sense to you.”
“What’s that?” Paul got up from the sofa where he was sitting. There was a noticeable hum inside of Maeve’s apartment. “It Sounds like bees.”
For an instant the space around where they were sitting blurred and two bodies emerged. Maeve instantly recognized Raven, but couldn’t place the other man. He carried a long green spear and wore a heavy red cloak. Maeve noticed the clasp of his cloak was a large silver brooch that looked exactly like her necklace.
“This looks nice and cozy,” said Raven. “Too bad I can’t stick around. Got places to go and people to see. Maeve this time you’re coming with me. No games.”
Raven moved towards Maeve.
r /> “Back off Raven.” George stood up from his chair. “Maeve isn’t going anywhere.”
“Mr. Miskwaadesi, nice to finally meet you in person. Pity about your grandfather. ” Raven smiled at George. “Now get out of my way.”
The man standing next to Raven pointed his long green spear at George.
“I would hate to see Derg here have to hurt you.”
“M’lady, it would be best to do as Corvus is asking. I can assure you he has sworn to me he won’t do you any harm.”
“Thanks for your vote of confidence Derg.” Raven moved close enough to place his hand on Maeve’s shoulder.
“You don’t actually expect me to believe that.” Maeve tried to shake Raven’s hand off her shoulder. “This creep has already tried to have his way with me. I’m not going to let him get anywhere near me.”
“Stay away from her.” George tried to push Raven away from Maeve but he couldn’t move anywhere without impaling himself on the end of Derg’s spear.
“Too late.” Raven closed his eyes and muttered a series of words under his breath. In an instant he and Maeve blurred, and then disappeared.
“What, that’s impossible,” gasped Susan. “Where did they go?”
“Best not to follow them,” cautioned Derg, as he lowered his spear. “They have some business to take care of.”
“Where did he take her,” pressed George. “You have to tell me.”
“To Anwin,” replied Derg.
“Anwin,” repeated George, “are you kidding me?”
“Isn’t Anwin the Celtic spirit world,” asked Paul.
“Yes, and you are best to keep away from it young lad,” answered Derg, “It’s a rough place for the likes of you.”
“But why did he take her there?” George was noticeably upset. “What’s he planning on doing to her.”
“I can’t tell you, I’ve sworn a blood debt with Corvus.” Derg looked at Susan and Paul, and then back at George. “Now I must go. I’ve told you too much already.”
Derg closed his eyes and muttered a few words under his breath. In an instant he blurred and disappeared.
Chapter 38
Iyash woke up and noticed that the fire in the wigwam had gone out and the old woman was no longer inside.
It was very quiet.
There was no bird song, not even the sound of the wind rustling in the trees.
The deep stillness reminded him of being in the bush in the middle of winter. The only difference was that he didn’t feel the chill of the cold air filtering in through the cracks of the wigwam.
Outside, the darkness was punctuated by the light of thousands of stars shining in all directions.
I never really imagined the spirit-world to be this beautiful. Who would have thought there would be so many stars up here.
“You’re finally awake.” Iyash was startled by the old woman’s voice. “I’m glad you got a good rest, we have a long voyage to make.”
Iyash looked around the outside of the wigwam but couldn’t see the old woman anywhere.
“Oh, I’m down here.” Iyash looked down at his feet and saw a small red fox. “I prefer traveling on four legs, It’s faster and more comfortable.”
“Sure, whatever works for you,” replied Iyash, “I’ll do my best to keep up.”
“We’ve got to head over to that far star cluster,” said the fox. “It shouldn’t take too long. A couple of hours maximum.”
“Don’t you have a spirit canoe, or space ship or something,” asked Iyash. “We can’t just walk through space.”
“Sure we can. Follow me.”
Iyash followed the fox off towards the back of the wigwam.
At first he was unsure of his footing, wondering how he could possibly walk across the empty space. After a few steps, however, he realized that it was just like walking on solid ground, but with a bit more spring to each step.
“Come on Iyash,” said the fox, “we don’t have much time.”
Iyash sped his stride up to match the fast pace of the fox.
“So where are we going exactly.”
“Anwin.”
“I’ve never heard of it before.”
“It’s a special place, and there are some people there that you need to meet with.”
“I never thought the spirit world would be like this,” added Iyash. “I always thought I’d meet my family, who would take me home, where we would feast for days, telling stories and enjoying each other’s company.”
“There’s time for all that later,” noted the fox. “First you have some important business to take care of. See you’re not really dead. Your spirit is in transition, we intercepted you before you could cross the bridge to the spirit world to meet your family on the other side.”
“Then what are you?”
“I’m a fox.”
“I know that,” replied Iyash. “But what are you really?”
“I’m an inter dimensional being.”
“A spirit guide?”
“Kind of, but more like an emissary.” The fox stopped to take a bearing of their position.” Ok this way.”
The fox took off at a fast trot towards a bright cluster of stars.
“Hey, isn’t that the great hunter?”
“The Greek called him Orion. The great hunter who went out to chase the youngest of the Pleiadies sisters, Merope, and who was eventually killed by a giant scorpion. The Egyptians called him Osiris, the son of Ra and Isis, the Lord of Love, the Lord of silence and the merciful judge of the dead in the afterlife. The Scandinavians knew him as the hero Väinämöinen and the Vedic people called him Vyudh, the hunter, or Kālpurush, the destroyer.”
“So are we going to visit the great hunter,” asked Iyash.
“I’ve been asked by the Lyrians to guide you there,” replied the fox. “They believe that you can continue to help them with their project of bringing light to earth in its shift to the new consciousness.”
“But I’m a spirit, how can I help?”
“I’m not sure, you’ll have to wait until we arrive at Anwin.”
“Who are these Lyrians? I’ve never heard of them before.”
“They are a benevolent race that have been working very diligently to help humanity complete the shift into the new consciousness.
Many thousands of years ago their civilization reached a high technological level and they developed space travel. They were creatures who highly valued free-will, but at a certain point in their history they fell into disagreement and divided into factions with different ideologies, goals and objectives. These early Lyrians eventually went to war and destroyed much of their society and ruined their planet. Some groups, seeking to avoid the anticipated outcome, fled from their native star system and found homes in new star systems.”
“And they stopped by earth at some time I assume?”
“Exactly! After a few thousand years, these Lyrians once again developed their societies to high technological levels and were once again able to travel in space. On their travels, they discovered Earth and the early humans evolving in a very hospitable atmosphere. They settled there and built the early civilization of Atlantis. Some of these Lyrians began genetically mixing with the earth primates. Those who remained apart and did not mix produced highly evolved technologies, designed and built many different machines and devices. Unfortunately, these two groups came into conflict and the society became polarized into two camps, each possessing marvelous technologies. Eventually they went to war and terrible destruction resulted. Those who could, escaped to other regions of space and started all over again.”
“Did these Lyrians ever learn to get along?”
“Yes, they have raised their vibration to a point now where they no longer consider it necessary to engage in such hostilities,” answered the fox. “They are much more spiritually attuned and, after destroying various planets with high-powered atomic weapons, have learned their lesson. After every epic war, the Lyrians lost their forward momentum
and had to spend much of their energy raising their vibrations back to the point just before the conflict started. This usually took thousands of years.”
“If they were such highly developed beings, why did they fight with each other so much?”
“The Lyrians in Atlantis made contact with another group, the Annunaki, who were from another star system and also settling on Earth. They were a highly technologically developed culture, just like the Lyrians. The Annunaki were also interested in the earth primates and conducted their own genetic experiments, with the aim of creating the perfect workers. Soon, the Lyrian and Annunaki had developed their own genetically engineered primates.
While the Lyrians were interested in grooming their offspring and sharing their technological developments, the Annunaki were interested in using these genetic hybrids to farm the natural resources of the planet. They were particular interested in the crude oil, which they refined into a black powder and used for ceremonial purposes. The problem was that the Annunaki shared this powder with the Lyrians, which ultimately caused the Lyrians to fight between themselves.”
“But why would the powder cause the Lyrians to fight between themselves?”
“The Lyrians were already an aggressive people and the Annunaki’s black powder seemed to enhance that aggression significantly. The powder is also highly addictive to the Lyrians and some of them developed a dependency on the substance. This gave the Annunaki a subtle power over the Lyrians. Eventually factions of Lyrians started to trade their human offspring to the Annunaki in exchange for the powder. The Lyrian genetics produced a highly productive, strong-willed and physically fit species of human. The Annunaki found them to be better workers than their own genetically engineered humans, who were lazy, power-hungry and more prone to sickness and disease.”
“So the Lyrians provided the workers and the Annunaki provided the supervisors,” said Iyash. “The Lyrians and Annuaki were their masters, their all-seeing, all-powerful gods.”
“But what the Annunaki didn’t realize was that the humans needed time to develop and reach a point in their evolution where they could fully serve the needs of their masters,” added the fox. “In the meanwhile the Lyrian’s started to fight between themselves, which disrupted the flow of workers to the Annunaki. After the Lyrians destroyed Atlantis and fled, the Annunaki maintained a strong presence on Earth. They continued to use the Lyrian-human hybrids as slaves, while grooming their own genetic off spring to maintain control over these slaves and integrate Annunaki technology to develop effective resource extraction operations.”