“Hello. Felisa?” The line was dead
“What was that,” Coon asked Susan. “I dropped my call and now I have no service.”
“No idea.”
“Honey I’m home.” The door of Maeve’s apartment opened with a noticeable thud. “What’s for diner?”
“That doesn’t sound like a woman.” Coon drew his gun. “You expecting somebody?”
“Oh I forgot you were still here Susan.” Maeve walked around the corner into her living room, surprised to find a man pointing a gun at her. “Don’t point that thing at me.”
“Maeve!” Susan gave Maeve a big hug. “So happy to see you’re back. You look horrible.”
“Sorry Ms. Finn, you spooked us.” Coon put his gun away. “We’re just heading down to the station, but maybe I can talk to you before we go. I learned from a source that you may have had contact with this man.” Coon held up the composite sketch of Raven, “He’s our main suspect in an international string of robberies. I’m working with Interpol and Bast Security Services in Cairo to track him down and bring him in for questioning. He’s know to be armed and dangerous and last seen talking with you here in Wakefield.”
“Yea, I’ve had contact with him. Talk to him yourself.” Maeve made herself comfortable on the sofa. “I’m totally exhausted.”
“Talk to me about what?” Raven came around the corner, the manila envelope Shelly had given him still tucked under his arm. “Am I in trouble.”
Detective coon did a double take. The man in the composite sketch was standing right in front of him.
“I guess that depends on if you’re guilty or not and if you would like to come to the station with Susan and I to make a statement.”
“Not guilty. I can assure you and save you a lot of time and paperwork.” Raven sat down on the sofa next to Maeve. “My niece and I have just been on a very interesting trip and we’re tired and hungry. Are you working for Bast?”
“Niece?” Susan’s voice betrayed her shock. “Since when did that happen?”
“A very long time ago Dr. Hasser.” Raven put his feet up on the coffee table. “Anyone mind if I take my boots off? My feet are really killing me.”
“It might be better to keep them on if you’re coming down to the station with us.”
Coon still couldn’t believe that the man he had been searching for, that the world had been searching for, was sitting right in front of him.
“You are coming down to the station with us aren’t you? I could arrest you and save us both a big headache. But I’d rather that you came on your own volition. If you have nothing to hide I’m sure we can get this over with in a half hour or less.”
“What would you say if I told you exactly where all those objects everybody is looking for can be found?” Raven slipped his other boot off. “That’s better. These little guys were starting to feel neglected. Felisa is a sly cat Detective. I don’t recommend getting too intimate with her. She likes to play mind-games.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about but I would be very interested in knowing where those objects are and how you became privy to that information.”
“Listen Detective, why not take our statements here and if you need us for any further information we can come down to the station later. Like tomorrow.” Maeve now had her feet up on the coffee table and had sunk deep into the cushions. “I really don’t feel like going anywhere right now. It feels so good to be home, on this planet.”
“Did you hear that?” asked Susan, “That high pitch again. But softer this time.”
“That’ll be your special delivery Detective,” said Raven. “One order of rare museum objects from around the world, safe and sound. I think you’re going to make Interpol’s detective of the month. Better call Felisa. She’s waiting.”
There was a momentary silence and then the apartment door opened.
“Maeve are you there?” There was concern in Paul’s voice. “We almost didn’t get out of Marduk’s office in one piece.”
“In here Paul.” Maeve could hardly muster the energy to raise her voice. “Chatting with the handsome detective.”
“The detective?” Paul came around the corner, followed by Iyash and George. “What are you talking about?”
“Glad you could join the party here, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.” Coon gestured to the sofa where Susan was sitting. “You must be Paul, and let me guess, you two are the Indian Elders?”
“I’m George and this is my grandfather Iyash. We’re happy to answer any questions you may have Detective.”
“These are the guys that I was telling you about Detective.” Raven winked at Paul across the room. “I think they have some things to give you.”
“But we need to give these to the council,” George protested, “the ceremony has to go on.”
“Maybe somebody can explain to me what’s going on here,” asked Detective Coon. “First I need you to verify whether or not you have the objects.”
“You mean these?” Iyash placed his bag on the coffee table and gestured to George to do the same. “I think you’ll find them all safe and sound and in order.”
“Where did you get these?” Detective Coon opened the bag and examined the items inside it. “These look like the objects . I’ll have to get forensics to verify their authenticity of course.”
“You found them,” exclaimed Susan. She got up and started to help the Detective unwrap the objects in the bag, “Oh my god, it really is the Knot of Isis. I can’t believe it. And your pipe and bag! You got all of them. I won’t lose my job after all.”
“Detective, we’ve just had the most amazing journey through space and time,” added Paul. “These objects were stolen by a powerful business man for his own personal collection. These two Elders hired their own private detective.” Paul motioned towards Raven. “He helped us locate the objects.”
“Private detective?” Detective Coon looked suspiciously at Raven. “Do you have any identification?”
“Of course.” Raven handed the Detective a wallet. “Here you go.”
“Raven Detective Agency, Bran Corvus head inspector.” Detective Coon read out loud. “We can find anything, anywhere, anytime.” He handed the wallet back to Raven. “Impressive. But anyone can have a badge made up.”
“Believe what you want Detective.” Raven put the wallet back in his coat. “I think once you check it out, you’ll find that I’m totally legit. Ask Felisa. We used to work together. It was a long time ago but I’m sure she’ll remember. We spent a lot of time together.”
“I can vouch for my uncle,” added Maeve. “I haven’t seen him for a long time. So when he came to town on this assignment I asked if I could join him and get a taste for the family business.”
“We are very pleased with his services.” Iyash produced his small pipe and lighted it up, the aromatic smoke curled up around his ears. “We would recommend him to anyone looking for lost or stolen objects.”
“Please accept our sincerest apologies for taking this matter into our own hands Detective,” said George. “These objects have very special meaning to our people and we were not satisfied at the results of the official investigation. No offense of course. Our national security service does a great job protecting our national heritage resources. “
“It’s not illegal to run your own investigation I guess, but next time make sure you at least let Interpol know.”
Detective Coon relaxed and pulled out his notebook.
“I’m going to need your names and contact information just in case none of this checks out.”
After collecting everybody’s information Coon put his book away and picked up the bag of objects on the table.
“Now you’re all going to have to stick around for a few days and don’t leave the country.”
“No problem Detective and thanks for all your hard work. Say hi to Felisa for me when you talk to her.” Raven put his hands behind his head and stretched his legs out. “Have fun in Mexi
co. Maybe you should ask Felisa to meet you there. She can be a lot of fun. Especially for someone like you on the divorce rebound.”
“I don’t know who or what you really are and how you know all this about me but I’m not going to let you get off so easily. If I find one hair out-of-place with these objects I’ll have you in for questioning.” Coon took the bags off the table. “Don’t assume we’re finished here.”
Paul showed the Detective out. After he was gone, there was a collective sigh of relief.
“Well, I guess that settles everything.” Susan was beaming. “Now I can get some sleep without having to worry about any of this.”
So what’s next,” asked Paul. “Now that we’ve reclaimed the objects, rescued Maeve and killed Marduk, don’t we need to still do a ceremony or something to save the world?”
“Apparently not,” replied George. “If Raven is correct, that was the ceremony.”
“The whole 2012 theme was cooked up by the Council to lure Marduk out of hiding. He took the bait and started to engage all his media to emphasize the apocalyptic scenarios,” said Raven. “As the fear and insecurity of the population grew, Marduk felt indestructible. It was perfect. The objects provided the perfect cover to get close to him.”
“Dangerous gamble,” added Maeve. “What if Marduk won. We’d be facing a nuclear holocaust right now.”
“Now that Marduk is no longer a threat, we need to start rebuilding the light and love on this planet.” Iyash shifted the topic of the conversation. “There are still many destructive patterns within the human consciousness that need to be changed before we can raise our collective vibration and continue with this shift into the new world. We need to focus on revitalizing ceremonies and values that instill a deep sense of respect and appreciation for this magnificent web of life we are part of. Marduk has caused much suffering by amplifying the darker aspects of our species. We now need to embrace those lighter aspects of who we are. Building our world together with trust, sharing our unique strengths with each other, and embracing differences is where we need to start.”
“Exactly. The key to unlocking this new consciousness is love.” Raven sat up and put his arm around Maeve. “The kind of energy that has no limits and no bounds and understands that anything is possible when you open yourself up to it.”
Chapter 54
“Now that Marduk is gone we can finally move forward with raising the light vibration of the earth-consciousness,” said Bes.
“It’s time for the Council to make itself relevant,” added Marx. “We need to have a more tangible presence in the earth-consciousness. What are we hiding from exactly?”
“We’re not hiding at all,” answered St. Francis. “In many respects, humans have forgotten about the power of love. They still get it mixed up with desire, which brings with it a whole series of other problems.”
“So how can the Council bring that message into the earth-consciousness and avoid the frames of reference that seek to structure and control the vibrational patterns,” asked Guanyin.
“I don’t think humans are ready for the power of love,” added Bes. “We need to help them develop the capacity to receive and transmit this energy in its purest form. This takes discipline and hard work. My yoga and meditation programs seem to be helping, but we need more programs. Now that Marduk is no longer amplifying fear and insecurity into the earth-consciousness, our job is much easier. The council should continue on the path already set but become more focused on bringing love into the consciousness, for it is only through love that we will be able to shift into this higher vibration.”
“Maybe we should ask the Annunaki to assist us,” suggested Marx. “They seem to be eager to secure access to the resources they require. If we provide them with these resources it would allow us to focus more readily on our task.”
“But what about the Lyrians,” asked Guayin. “I feel like we should be working more closely with them in developing new systems for shifting the earth-consciousness. I believe they understand the power of love more deeply as the building block of conscious-creation.”
“I agree with Guayin,” said St. Francis. “But Marx has an excellent point. The Annunaki have proved most meddlesome in the timeline. Now is our opportunity to shift their connection with the Council while simultaneously re-introducing the Lyrian presence into the earth-consciousness. It will take some diplomatic finesse but I believe the Council is up for the task.”
“I’ll ask Felisa Bast to begin discussions with the Annunaki about securing access to their powder. Her team is the best suited and the only ones we can trust to carry out this delicate operation,” said Bes.
“Now what are we going to do about Raven?” St Francis examined a sheet of paper from the pile in front of him. “It looks like he’s been reacquainted with Maeve and that he took her to Anwin without consent of the Council. Disciplinary action would be appropriate.”
“Agreed. We should revoke his inter-dimensional privileges and put him on probation,” recommended Marx. “He needs to remember that he works for the Council and that we make the rules.”
“But he was able to succeed where the Council failed. Without Raven’s initiative Marduk would still be plotting his reign of darkness,” added Bes.
“But he put the young woman’s life needlessly in danger,” said Guanyin. “That is unacceptable.”
“Agreed on both accounts.” St. Francis pulled another sheet of paper from the pile in front of him. “Maybe this time, the Council will let him get away with it. But when we debrief, we should remind him that next time he should stick to Council guidelines and protocols.”
“What about the humans? Are we going to shift their timelines?”
“I don’t think we should. They will prove to be instrumental in helping the Council continue its work,” replied St. Francis.
“Iyash and George are going to need a debrief as well,” added Bes. “They’re not going to be happy that the Council tricked them into believing that Raven was working for Marduk and that we needed those objects for ceremony.”
“Don’t forget the fact that Iyash was killed along the way.”
“Nobody said that this was going to be easy. Marduk was a dangerous man trying to be something that he never would be.” St. Francis pushed the pile of paper aside. “George and Iyash did their part and will continue to help this Council raise the vibration of the earth-consciousness. We have some explaining to do, but I’m sure they’ll understand. Remember, everything happens for a reason. Now I think it’s time that we asked the Lyrian’s to pay us a visit. Better late then never.”
Acknowledgements
I am especially grateful to Firefly. Thank you for believing in me – for loving me – and for shining your light on those dark days and nights when I needed it the most. I’m also indebted to Viona Falk for her straightforward comments and suggestions and to Robbie for being there to help me across the talus. A very heartfelt thank-you to “Grandma” Joan McGregor - for all her patience in guiding me towards my own light during those dark days. Last but not least - many thanks to my Celtic kindred spirit Deb Boltd, for holding the light and continuing to lead with integrity and heart.
The material in this book is complete fiction. Any likeness to any real person or event is not intentional. My goal in writing this novel was to piece together fragments of conspiracy theories that have become cultural tropes in our modern society. Both the secular and divine apocalypse is something that has consumed our species for millennium. Recently the preoccupation with the end of the Mayan calendar in 2012 is highlighted by many around the planet as the end. When asked about 2012, a good friend and gifted healer, tells her clients, “It is the end! The end of the Mayan calendar.”
As much as we are fascinated by the creation and evolution of our planet, we are equally interested in its destruction. The funny thing is that the more we focus on the destruction of our planet, the more we actually manifest it. The concept of intent and the power of faith is on
e of the main themes I’ve tried to weave throughout the plot of this novel.
Information on the Lyrian’s was inspired by “UFO Contact from the Pleiades”, by Wendelle Stevens, and the material on the annunaki was inspired by the work of Zacharias Stichin.
I would also like to acknowledge those forces, great and small, which inspired, challenged, questioned, and supported me in the process of sharing this creative channeling.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, unless it is in the public record.
About the Author
Siomonn Pulla lives on Vancouver Island with his wife, Melanie, their two sons and their Bernese Mountain Dog Daisy. When Siomonn is not teaching university classes or working on scholarly pursuits, he’s writing fiction and spending time on the mountain or on the ocean connecting with nature.
To learn more about Siomonn check out his website: www.siomonnpulla.com
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