Fallen Masters (49 page)

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On the most popular cable news network in the United States, all news broadcasts led with the disastrous news that in some way affected nearly everyone on the planet:

“In economic news tonight, a strange, unexpected downturn in world markets has put more countries around the world closer to fiscal meltdown than ever before. The economies of Greece and Italy have finally, fully collapsed, and France is facing default on eighty percent of its debt. Ireland is hanging on only because Great Britain and France are supporting that country by a thread. Central and South American nations are holding their collective breath, watching to see what will happen in the United States when our markets open tomorrow. Every indicator up until just last week had been positive, from gross domestic product numbers across Europe and stocks and bonds in Asian markets to the New York Stock Exchange and NASDAQ, both of which had rebounded phenomenally in recent months.”

The noon news anchor looked rather ashen and shell-shocked, as she read the bulletin.

“Experts are at a loss to explain exactly why this negative trend is so sharp, indeed, why it has occurred in the first place. Virtually all economic indicators over the past few months have heralded the long-awaited recovery from global recession and near-depression for many nations. Panic has erupted in trading rooms all around the world and huge sell-offs are occurring twenty-four hours a day, even after local markets have closed, with investors seeking to bail out of the markets, taking with them pension funds and small investors, as well as the biggest global players.”

Video clips from the past seventy-two hours showed riots in Amsterdam, Hong Kong, Cairo, Athens, Santiago, and Mexico City, with surging crowds protesting the economic woes of those countries, as the rest of the world watched, stunned at this turn of events. And those were just some of the locations that had exploded in violence, including North American cities of all sizes with crowds ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand of every race and economic status.

“Finance and treasury ministers from governments on every continent have been summoned by the secretary general of the United Nations to an emergency meeting in Davos, Switzerland, to address the crisis, but organizers are wondering whether, even if the meeting is held within a few days, it may be too late to avert a global meltdown of currencies, investments, and national systems.”

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Within the Tribunal, the commanders of the Forces of Darkness expressed their delight that the dark energies had successfully penetrated the lives of nearly every man and woman on the planet with such apparent ease and completeness. This would offer a huge advantage in the coming confrontation.

CHAPTER

90

Grenada

Mama G boarded the plane and found her seat on the flight to Los Angeles. She hated plane travel, but her thoughts were on the messages all around her, and her heart was full of both fear and joy. She knew that this was a moment for which she had been born, and no matter what the outcome, she knew that she had to do everything in her power to make things right. For herself. For her little granddaughter.

For the world.
It isn’t a matter of courage,
she thought,
it’s just something that a righteous body has to do.
She settled into the seat and began to do the only thing that gave her comfort, which was to pray.

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The Governor sat alone in the chamber. No Council of Elders meeting was slated for this morning. He thought about the good work Mama G was performing. How her circle of “doers” was gathering, and gathering steam. Music filled the Council chamber. It was shimmering colored light, light that sounded butter yellow.
As above, so below,
he thought.

And as the Governor thought, he thought of Mama G, that calm yellow turned to orange, then lavender, indigo, all strands of light, pulsing, circling strands, turnings of a wheel, color-wheel turnings, gatherings of circles, threading into harmony.

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Who were the Fallen Masters? POTUS had never heard of the concept. Of course, he had been busy as a soldier and public servant, a husband and father, a doer rather than a thinker. All his life he had devoured books and consumed ideas and theories, but he stubbornly lived in the “real” world of flesh and blood—of life and death—not in the ether of spiritual notions.

He was not one to compromise or consider what might exist “in between” this real world and the next—or any alternative to what he could see, hear, taste, or touch with his own human senses. But his experience in the realm of Light on the Other Side had taught him a radical new curriculum: the spiritual and nonsensory. His entire soul was now open to learning lessons and concepts that had never been a part of his life before.

Through the pools of consciousness he
saw
life on Earth as he had never been capable of seeing when he existed in that realm himself.

As part of the need to communicate the message of hope from the Council of Elders, he now understood that persons like himself had particular roles to play. Guides or angels had served as messengers in past ages. The Bible, world religious texts, history books, hieroglyphics, and even primitive art such as cave paintings all testified to these messengers from beyond the earthly sphere. Now, POTUS clearly understood that he and other historical personages were being called upon in a critical moment in human history to carry down to people words of hope and instruction—and to intervene directly in some cases—to elevate human consciousness and increase awareness of the threat to the earth by the expanding dark matter.

More than that, the Fallen Masters—as chosen messengers—were empowered by the Council to inspire humans to choose the path that would ensure their survival and defeat the powerful forces of darkness.

The Council of Elders had chosen some of the most influential and powerful men and women in history to serve as Fallen Masters. Philosophers, artists, and saints were probably the most powerful of all, and rulers and political leaders, if they had made the right choices during their lifetimes, could also be incredibly effective. The Governor took a very particular interest in who was recruited as a Master, as he had when POTUS had first come to the realm of light from his sojourn on Earth. Not that his arrival had been unexpected; indeed, the leadership of the Council were gifted with sight that was not restricted by boundaries of time or space that included the ability to foresee the arrival of souls such as POTUS. He fit their criteria perfectly.

In this final battle, family members would be dispatched to give aid and comfort to other family members. The cycle of history would turn full circle to counter the energies exerted by the forces of darkness through natural and unnatural means. Falling to Earth, or returning to the plane where they had once known existence themselves, these Masters would break through the invisible barrier that traditionally separated them from men and women. Reentering the dimension they had once departed, the Fallen Masters could communicate with their human counterparts without sound or physical contact—rather by telepathic means, by pure thought waves. The Masters, for their part, experienced the same kind of dislocation that they had when they had died and passed over to the Other Side, in reverse. It taxed their energy and was no simple task.

POTUS was aware that he was being prepared, through his own son, to take on the responsibility of being a Fallen Master and stepping through the portal of time on this mission that would, like those of the other Masters, help equip mankind in its battle against the army of darkness that was powerfully arrayed against it.

It seemed an almost impossible task, yet if even one Fallen Master succeeded, it would make an incredible difference for one human being who could influence countless others. POTUS hoped that he was up to the task, and while he wondered at some of IRA’s training methods, he felt that his strength would sustain him and he would be able to be one of the true Fallen Masters. He felt proud to be an instrument of such good.

Atlanta

Dr. Tyler Michaels had seen it with his own eyes and confirmed it with his companion and sometimes nemesis Rae Loona on the telephone: The invitations from Charlene St. John to be her guest at the Academy Awards ceremony were actually in their hands. As a Best Original Song nominee, Charlene could invite several people to be with her in the audience and backstage—and at the numerous parties to which the A-list types were invited. Yet, though he had seen it with his own eyes, Tyler was having trouble believing it. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to accept. Something was holding him back.…

“What, are you crazy, Mikey?” Rae chided him. “You and me with Charlene, who is one of my all-time faves, though not even in the same ballpark as you-know-who? This is the opportunity of a lifetime!”

“Maybe you should go, then, without me,” he said. A heavy curtain of depression had fallen between him and the rest of the world, and he was almost incapable of action, of making any kind of choice that would be positive for him. He felt the presence of forces “out there” that were pushing him back and down and down and down. From where or to where, he could not tell. He just
felt
a malevolent presence that was holding him back. He wondered whether he should self-prescribe some kind of medication to whack himself back to reality.

“Creation is a thing of beauty. Look around you: See the good in all things. Understand that the people who are in your life—and those no longer in your life—are there for a purpose that is ultimately positive. The motive of the Creator is the source of all positive energy and all light. It is everywhere, if you will just open your eyes to it.”

The voice came to him even as he was still on the telephone with Rae.

“Hello, hello, Mikey.… Are you still with me? Earth to Mikey! Earth to Mikey!” Rae’s insistent tone pulled him back into the conversation they had been having.

“It was him,” Tyler said.

“Who?”

“My Swedish friend. I heard him. His voice. Inside my head. I can’t seem to get away from him.”

“Well, that’s not a bad thing, is it?” Rae Loona said. “From what you have told me, he has some pretty interesting things to say.”

“Oh, I can’t deny that. But it’s kind of spooky. I’ve never been what you’d call a religious guy.”

“Don’t I know it,” Rae said, then thought better of chiding her friend beyond that. She was getting the picture that Tyler was somehow changing, that he was being called to a different level of understanding, and she didn’t want to stand in the way or discourage him. He was on his own journey now,
Go-ing Pla-ces
.

Tyler hung up the phone. The philosophical presence was still with him but remained silent for a long time. He sat patiently, something that was different for him; he was always moving, doing something, going from one place to another. Since Karen’s passing, he found himself less and less inclined to be always on the go. He was still impatient and wanted things to happen in
his
time, but perhaps he was getting better on that front, learning patience in his “old age,” as he liked to put it.

“I want to help you, to guide you. I have been sent for that purpose. It is up to you, however, to want my help, to seek the deeper understanding.”

There, it was back.

Tyler said aloud: “All I want is to see my wife, Karen, to tell her I truly love her. To see my son, Jeremy, and to let him know that I am his father and that I love him.” Tears blurred his vision. “I know I was so wrong in what I did, that I missed the opportunity to have a family. God knows, I am so sorry for my own arrogance and stupidity.”

“That is the key to understanding and to helping
others
learn and grow. I know that you are confused and uncertain by my presence, by what you ‘hear’ in my voice. But that is so unimportant. Who I am is the least concern. Karen knew me. Your friend Rae will know me. I am a philosopher, but my philosophy doesn’t matter in the least. The message from the ultimate Source, the Creator of all that is good in the universe, is so very simple, for you and for every man and woman: Come unto me. Trust in me and you will find everything you seek.”

“So you are the Swedish philosopher that Karen was all hot about. She tried to tell me. I didn’t listen. Swedenborg. Funny name. But I can accept it now. I am willing to listen. God knows I have blown it up till now.”

“On the contrary. Think of the lives you have saved. You are one point in a vast universe, so insignificant as to be nearly nonexistent, yet so important that many others depend upon you. It is the way of creation. Each of us has a message and a role to play in the lives of those around us—and those we do not yet know exist.”

Tyler now was silent himself. Not since medical school had he been called upon to absorb so much information.… He hoped he could do it. It was beginning to dawn on him how much was at stake and what he was being asked to do.

“No, you are not crazy. And, yes, you should share with your friend Rae Loona this experience,”
the man said.
“And you are right, I am the scientist and theosophist your wife Karen told you about, Emanuel Swedenborg. My life among men has ended, but I was sent back to be your guide and to help you accomplish what you need to reclaim those you love and have lost.

“Your task will be to assist the Forces of Light in the best way you can—by turning your knowledge and the goodness of your heart to the ends of good. Will you choose to accept such a mission in a time when you and those closest to you need you the most?”

“But I—” Again, Tyler felt himself tongue-tied, absolutely out of his depth. What could he do—what had he ever done—to advance the cause of right in the world? It was so big, too big for a person like him.… All he had ever done was screw up lives and relationships through his pride and unconcern about others. It wasn’t until he lost Karen and his son that he had realized there was something more to this life than career achievements and material wealth.