Star Woman in Love (30 page)

Sanat Kumara’s voice shattered the silence in the Hall. “Master Lucifer, you’re unforgettable. Of course we recognise you. What takes you here? I don’t need to point out that your visit to Shambhala is a clear infringement of the Rules of the Plan. This is a strike under the belt. I demand an explanation.”

“Sanat Kumara,” Lucifer said, “we all know that the Plan is just a canvas. We can paint what we like on it. Some of us obviously have more imagination than others. As for what I am doing here, I am here to lay my claim on what is mine. I am tired of your attempts at transforming my beautiful creation into something ethereal and intangible. I like contrast, I like drama. We all do on Earth. We thrive on war, famine, poverty, materialism. The ego has never had a better time in the third dimension. Well, perhaps the Middle Ages were as good... anyway, my message is short and to the point: Cassandra has no Twin Flame, and I will show you!”

His body fizzled out like fireworks and the smell of sulphur was all that was left where the fearsome intruder had been standing. Perhaps this recent episode meant that something dreadful could now take place. The Dark Side had filtered into Shambhala. The tear in the Plan was wider and made them more vulnerable than the Masters had accounted for. The Counterplan was stronger than they had foreseen. Their enemy was angry and vengeful. He could count on many allies on the third-dimensional Earth. Cassandra was wounded and required extra protection against the Prince of Darkness. She’d never been any more third-dimensional than in the last year. Oscar had apparently already been lost to the Dark Side. What was going to happen next? Was Shambhala under threat?

“Lords and Ladies,” Sanat Kumara addressed the Council with a grin on his face. “Well done, my friends. We managed to convince him we were actually scared and surprised. I almost chuckled looking at your poker faces.”

All the participants broke into loud belly laughter.

“I now invite you,” the Sanat said, “to re-focus the flames in your hearts and raise the frequency that we had to lower to allow Lucifer to appear amongst us. The poor soul really thought he had us eating from the palm of his hand. As if we were like the human beings he controls like puppets with his treacherous strings! We know full well that everything the ego comes up with is an illusion. Let’s appreciate the humour in that: Lucifer thinking that he can conquer Shambhala. That’s the ultimate joke, isn’t it?”

As the vibrations in the Hall rose to their habitual level, the Masters looked happy and satisfied. Lady Myriam was startled by the experience. After all, Lucifer was her Twin Flame. They had to keep away from each other for so long he had obviously forgotten her. Perhaps the future would bring them together again. If only she could make him change that stubborn mind of his. For now, however, she was content that while he was briefly in her presence she had managed to reactivate some of the symbols in his aura that he had switched off. Only Twin Flames can do that to each other, and only if it’s for the other’s highest good.

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Dublin, spring 1999, part 2

With Matt away on tour and my stubbornness stopping me from following him, I found myself alone in Dublin again. No one was left with whom I could tell my sorrowful tale of the abandoned lover. I myself was starting to feel bored with the account of my loss. I resolved to focus my mind on healing my heartache and regain the powers I once had. That moment of clarity came overnight. A dream announced that I was going to see you again very soon. This time I would be prepared. I would keep my frequency high, concentrate my thoughts on memories of our best time together, on the sweet words you used to whisper in my ears when we made love. That would make me invincible. I just had to make sure that my mind wouldn’t falter even once.

I left my penthouse and followed my feet to St. Stephen’s Green where I sat on my favourite bench by the pond. Ducks glided on the water and children fed them big chunks of bread. I worried that the poor birds might choke. The scenery was beautiful anyway, so I deflected my mind to my habitual secret pursuit of thinking about you. This time I wouldn’t cry. But despite my efforts to focus on positivity, my subconscious was the keeper of dark secrets, the worst of which was about to manifest in the park.

The sudden sight of you caught my eye. You were on the bridge gazing at the water. A familiar female shape was at your side, almost glued to you. She was big. Was it Marina? It wasn’t. This woman was quite a bit younger. And she looked pregnant. You bent to kiss her like you had so often kissed me. You were together. My heart died in that second.

I lost the plot that day. I cursed you. My ego took over my journey. I had become a passenger on a senseless route, just like in Rimbaud’s drunken boat. Rage blasted my purpose. I couldn’t care less about my powers, about the Plan, about my existence. All I wanted now was revenge. You had to suffer. You had to feel humiliated the way you had made me feel. First you’d cheated on me with the ugly fat woman. Then I miscarried your child. And lo and behold! Now you were turning up with a pregnant woman at your side. I ran quick maths in my brain. You must have replaced me immediately, unless of course you had impregnated her while you were still with me. Your adding of insult to injury was gratuitous. On that barren day I suspected that all the love I thought you had given me was indeed my own. I was mistaken in feeling it came from you. It was mine and it belonged to me. Wherever it had gone, I wanted it back. All of it, every single heartbeat spent in your name.

I demanded that the White Lodge should apply the Law of Karma. A payback from the Universe to me for the scorn you had shown me. Your actions had to have a price to pay. I wanted a huge compensation for what you had stolen. If the Universe wouldn’t comply with my demand, I would get what I wanted myself. Your stupid choices and the state of affairs you had brought upon us were so primitive and ugly. They made me want to vomit. My powers had not deserted me. I was simply and very dangerously misusing them. Consequences could be terrible but that was the last of my preoccupations.

That’s how, sitting on the bench in the Green, I invoked the help of the Dark Side. I rejected my nature, my True Identity and my past work in a moment of madness. Of course, the Counterplan would be flexible enough to incorporate the whims of Cassandra, the Saviour of the World! The answer came in a second. A tall handsome man with chin-length wavy hair came to sit next to me. His smile was enigmatic as he asked me if I was okay. My consciousness expanded when my eyes met his. The wind was now blowing in a totally different direction.

“Miss Morgante, what a privilege to meet you. Your wish is my command.”

I wasn’t surprised that he knew who I was, given my fame. My new ally was a sheep in wolf’s clothing. I didn’t realise it right there on that bench but my battle with the Dark Forces had begun.

“My name is Robert Harker. This is quite a coincidence. I’ve been meaning to contact you for some time.”

I no longer wanted to cry. The sudden appearance of this intriguing stranger cut my intentions short. His impeccable, elegant presence was electric. His voice was soothing and very sensual. His eyes were mesmerising. His beauty was familiar. Yet I could have sworn I’d never seen that man before. He spoke with a public school English accent. His words went straight to the splinter of my despair and seemed to want to pull it out. I was enthralled.

As we conversed, I realised I’d not felt this well in ages. There was a sense of spaciousness enveloping my life. My heart reminded me of its presence again. As soon as it did, I tried to gaze at the man’s aura. I couldn’t see past his body. At least he had stirred up my curiosity and made me want to use my powers again. That had to be considered an improvement in my situation.

He was the CEO of a rapidly expanding investment company, Lutetia, whose head offices were in Paris. He was in town to launch the opening of the company’s Treasury in Dublin. Ireland would soon become a fiscal paradise and a blossoming economy. The eyes of the financial world would soon be glued to this country. He wanted to be among the first to capitalise on the potential. I knew about this forecast on the positive change in the Irish economy. The Masters had reassured me that it would coincide with the turn of the new Millennium and contribute to raise the frequency of the inhabitants of the Emerald Island, plagued by the ghost of limited resources for far too long.

I remarked on Harker’s particular choice of a trading name: Paris’s Latin name. I laughed as I recalled that one of the possible etymologies of the word Lutetia came from the Celtic language, and meant ‘mice’. He explained that the inspiration behind the name had actually come from the Romans. It derived from lutetium, a
silvery-white rare-earth element that is exceptionally difficult to separate from the other rare-earth elements, and which is used in nuclear technology and in nuclear medicine. The name was partially in honour of the pharmaceutical giant he had led for years, before branching into the world of finance
.

The man was clever and obviously very successful. I sensed that if I joined forces with this interesting entrepreneur, we could accomplish great three-dimensional deeds together. He had not informed me of the reason why he’d been meaning to contact me, so I asked him.

“I am interested in the mind control techniques you possess, and I would like you to teach them to my team in charge of developing innovative business models. I have long been toying with the idea of training my advisors in such methods. I am certain that their effect is going to be phenomenal in both business and personal terms.”

“Money has never been a motivation for me,” I said, “but just a side effect. It’s a type of energy and as such it shouldn’t be measured but channelled. To the trained mind, the Universe provides the right manifestation of energy that is required to serve a time-contingent purpose. The intention to operate for the highest good of all is what magnifies resources, including money, in one’s experience.”

“I agree,” he said. “Money isn’t my motivation either. Energy is.”

We continued our conversation in the bar of a nearby five-star hotel over a bottle of champagne. I rejoiced in the attention I was receiving from this intriguing and good-looking new entry. I had to follow my guts with this encounter. I hadn’t much of a choice anyway. My true powers, those that the ordinary world couldn’t see, had been oscillating wildly with the severance of the tie between you and me. If I thought about my past with you, our love, our work and play on the Earth and in Shambhala, the Masters and our guides, it all seemed so far away in time. Perhaps it had all been too far flung. New opportunities were opening up in front of me. My once characteristic good luck was back. So I made a firm appointment to visit the headquarters of Lutetia Investments Inc. in Paris the following week.

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Shambhala observing the same event

We had expected it all along. Cassandra was lost to the Dark Side. Her connection to the White Lodge had thinned out and eventually disappeared. Oscar had removed her, literally. Despite an initial bout of hatred against her which meant he still had intense feelings for her, the thought of her now no longer occupied his mind, and her face ended up being buried in some forgotten corner of his heart. He was now busy falling in love with Charlotte.

In the beginning he had played the part of Romeo to deflect his attention from the woman he had once loved and hurt. Foolishly, he ended up convincing himself that the love-story he’d spun was true. When Cassandra saw him parading his fiancée, he was convinced that this new girl, the girl he had met only six months previously and who had conceive  so quickly was the woman of his life. Deep down in his heart, he knew that Cassandra was his true love, and that the promises he had made to her were turning to stone. One day they would wear his chest out.

Harker’s arrival introduced an extreme element of surprise that could potentially change the course of history. The Greatest Master, the King of Shambhala himself, had facilitated this twist in the plot. His intentions, however, had been kept from us. So much so that on that fateful afternoon most of us feared that the human race was beyond repair, pretty much like Cassandra and Oscar’s relationship. But in Harker’s presence, Cassandra’s powers could come to the fore again. The fact that this new acquaintance was making her think of her True Nature had not gone unnoticed. She wasn’t receiving our messages. Her last visit to Shambhala dated back to a time when she still had Oscar’s attention and love. Although she kept thinking about the Plan, her thoughts were now of the angry and rebellious type. She felt we had betrayed her. Now she would fend for herself in the world. We wanted to help her. It was impossible. A cocoon of low frequency surrounded her. We found it hard to even observe her from here. That’s why we often had to send Lady Myriam to Earth.

Sanat Kumara kept telling us to trust the process, that some things are written in stone, and they simply go off our radars only to come back and surprise us with the way they developed. We were not happy with the idea of sitting on the fence when the future of the Plan was at stake. With great reluctance we had to accept the fact that the Prince of Darkness and the Princess of Light had now met. Were we to get more involved in the activities on the three-dimensional Earth again?

We were gathered in the Lodge for the Sanat’s address.
             

“Dear Lady and Lord Masters,” he said, “dear Shambhalians, I was invited to speak to you in this emergency situation. Although I have often been asked to comment on the recent developments in the life of our precious Cassandra, I have always declined. This time it’s different. New events have brought a sense of urgency to the speed with which the Plan is developing. I want to keep your finger on the pulse.”