Tablet of Destinies (56 page)

‘Over the next few weeks there will be several conferences held,' Brian wound up his address. ‘At the end of which we hope to emerge with governing bodies for each of these new territories. I wish to stress at this point that from now on every human, regardless of race, is welcome on any of the allied planets represented by this ruling body. It is my greatest wish that, in the not too distant future, we shall all have a place that we are proud to call home.'

The applause resonated through the room, the city, the star system and throughout the galaxy — a harmonic convergence of hope and release. Humankind had come of age.

 

In the darkened, frosty remains of the Nefilim's grand city on Nibiru, Shala and Micah joined the Devas and their kindred in the temple dedicated to their Solar Logos.

It is done,
Micah advised the Devas.
All our possessions in the material world, we have renounced. And this plane of matter, saturated by emotion, is now in the hands of those more equipped to comprehend it.

Then let us move on,
Sacha decreed, relieved that the Devas' work in the earthly realm was also complete.

Time to start the long journey homeward,
Psyche concurred, reaching into her stomach and ripping open the fibre of her being to create a path between realms.

Sacha touched each adept in turn, on the crown, whereupon the energy centres of their subtle bodies withdrew into the central heart chakra and all trace of their physical form vanished into a single orb of celestial light.

One by one the soul-centres trailed each other down the otherworldly passage to be reunited with kindred souls in the causal universe, where Anu's revitalising rays still shone down brightly upon the fair city of Nibiru.

 

All the highlights of the performance on Centre Stage were over and most of the residents were heading home during the fireworks display to hear Nova's final broadcast, although a good crowd remained in the park to view it on the big screen there.

When Brian, Rhun and company finally made it to the family gathering the party was in full swing.

‘Not too shabby,' Maelgwn commented, handing the Governor a drink on his way through the door.

‘Well, we've not received any assassination threats yet, so we figure that all the delegates were pleased by the outcome.' Brian was beaming, already a little tipsy from the day's festivities.

‘I told him this Lahmu stunt would work wonders,' Rhun boasted, as he urged his uncle into the house, so that he wouldn't hold up the traffic.

‘We're not too late to catch Nova's final broadcast, are we?' Candace kissed Maelgwn's cheek as she and Sybil entered behind their two fairly merry male companions.

‘Not at all, you've time to spare.' Maelgwn gave Sybil a squeeze and then let her go to greet Zabeel and his fiancé.

Cordella had shed years since their last meeting. Dumuzi's firstborn Delphinus daughter had needed no prompting to end her mortal life, once Zabeel had tapped into his past-life as Marduk and proven her destined to join the ranks of the Chosen.

‘Cordella, you look wonderful.' Maelgwn kissed her hand.

‘I feel wonderful,' she said sincerely. ‘Thank you … Father.' She tried the name out for size and it felt a little odd.

‘Welcome home, Cordella, your kindred have missed you.' Maelgwn smiled warmly as he attempted to close the door on Zabeel. ‘I don't know about your choice of husband though?' he ribbed, as Zabeel struggled against his father to get back in.

‘It's a done deal, Dragon.' Zabeel was amazed by how easily his father could hold him off.

‘He comes from a very good family, I hear,' Cordella defended on her beloved's behalf.

‘Well, that's true,' Maelgwn considered, while Zabeel rammed the door with his shoulder to no great effect. ‘He could use a little building up, though,' he teased.

‘We really do need to teach our father some manners, Zabeel.' Rhun came to his younger brother's rescue, and Cordella was forced out of way of the all-in brawl.

‘No more sons, Tory!' Maelgwn cried out, being soundly defeated two to one.

‘No more anything, period!' she yelled back at him from the kitchen, where she and Rhiannon were preparing food.

The sound of a baby crying spurred everyone to laughter, thinking someone was being funny.

‘Alright, who brought a baby?' Brian posed aloud and then looked at his wife's belly. ‘Junior?' he queried, adding to the amusement.

The cry was heard again and louder this time.

Maelgwn's eyes turned towards the stairs. ‘It's coming from the nursery,' he uttered softly, hesitant to speak out loud, lest he was wrong.

Tory came darting down the hallway past their guests to meet her husband on the staircase. Their smiles were the only sign of their hopes, as they raced each other to the nursery.

In the double crib lay the two newborn babes, naked and screaming for a feed.

At the sound of their cries, Tory's breast filled with milk and tears of relief flowed from her eyes. ‘My babes.'

The elated parents rushed to touch the vision and hold it, to be certain it was real. Maelgwn wrapped Avery in blankets and cradled him, as Tory cuddled Lirathea, kissing her head repeatedly.

Maelgwn could barely see for his own tears as he gazed down upon the fair twins with eyes of violet just like their mother's. ‘Praise the Goddess I married you, Tory Alexander. Had I had my way —'

‘It was a team effort,' she insisted. ‘You, me …
them
. And what a team we make.' She leant over and kissed him, loving Maelgwn all the more for their trials and cherishing the twins tenfold due to their recent absence.

‘I've learnt all I care to about the past and the future. It's time I started living for the present.' Maelgwn sniffled back his emotion, resting his forehead against Tory's. ‘You and the twins are my quest, and my reason for being from now on.'

Tory smiled to second his sentiment. ‘Until death makes us one,' she vowed.

 

Well, peacekeepers, that's about all we have for you from Kila. We trust you have all found cause to celebrate and that you look to the future with hope and wonderful expectations. The time for this rebel DJ to hang up the headset permanently is finally upon us, but I feel no sadness that my task is at an end, for this is day we've all been striving for. Mission accomplished, I bid you all peace, love and prosperity. And remember …

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Special Note

Poem in DJ Nova's final address inspired by ‘A Warrior's Creed', by anonymous Samurai, fourteenth century.
Source: Blum, Ralph,
The Book of Runes,
Angus & Robertson Publishers, Sydney, 1982

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