The Dragon Queens (The Mystique Trilogy) (19 page)

What on Earth was this all about? What was really disconcerting was that I was born within the dates specified in these notes, and I’ve been diagnosed as ADD.

My mother felt that the disorder stemmed from the extended periods I was separated from her, thanks to her globe-hopping career. In other words,
my ‘dis-order’ was a direct reflection of my disordered family life. So she took me out of school, employed a private tutor for me, and now we both accompanied Mum wherever her assignments led her. When his schedule permitted, Dad joined us too. As long as I studied for thirty hours a week, I was given complete control over my school schedule and what subjects I studied when. Mum reading to me from our family journals was what really captured my interest, and as she would only indulge in my favourite pastime once my studies were done, I’d proved to be a very diligent student. Also, I felt that to make any kind of beneficial contribution to our family’s collection of journals, I needed to be well educated, just as my great foremothers were.

I reread my mother’s notes, imagining that I was just second-guessing her line of reasoning. But even on a second reading, it seemed to me that, at the time of penning these observations, Mum suspected I might be one of these Indigo children who was perhaps an avatar. I didn’t really know what an avatar was, so I went to find Mum’s psychic dictionary.

Basically, I discovered that an avatar was a human being who had perfected its soul-mind via thousands of earthly incarnations. Another theory was that these soul-minds stemmed from a higher dimension of awareness, which tied in with what Zalman had told Ashlee in the journal about angels involved in the Amenti Project. Whatever the soul’s origin, it was agreed that avatars were soulminds of supreme wisdom and psychic ability who reincarnated into a human form to perform some super-selfless service for humanity. In the rendering
of this service, they lifted the consciousness of the masses and advanced the evolution of civilisation.

Wow! Still, I couldn’t see how any of these traits applied to me. If I was a perfect soul-mind with thousands of incarnations of experience, I sure didn’t remember much about it, nor did I have any recollection of a higher-dimensional existence. I did like to think I had supreme wisdom, although my parents constantly disputed this, but I’d yet to show any glimpse of psychic skill, even though my foremothers were most proficient in the art. My life was so lacking in the supernatural for one of my ilk, that it could be considered super-unnatural! Still, my mother gave me hope: she admitted to not having tapped into her own psychic inheritance until she was in her late twenties. And I couldn’t say that performing a super-selfless service for humanity would be my first choice of vocation, even if my sacrifice did lift the consciousness of the masses and aid the evolution of the world. I’d rather be a journalist!

I heard the front door closing: my parents were back from dining out. Quickly, I hid the research notes in my pocket; I didn’t really know why. Perhaps I didn’t want my delightful little delusion of grandeur being shattered just yet? I certainly didn’t want Mum taking the notes away from me before I’d had the chance to do some research of my own.

Within moments there was a knock at the study door. Mum stuck her head into the room. ‘Can I come in?’

‘Sure.’ I yawned and bookmarked the journal. It was a quarter to midnight.

‘Which one did you choose?’ Mum asked, and something in her tone told me she’d been curious
about my choice all evening. ‘Ah…Persia, I knew it.’ She clapped her hands together and gave a laugh that, in my opinion, sounded a little forced. ‘Are you enjoying it?’

‘Yeah, it’s good,’ I said, placing the journal on a side table as Mum took a seat. I didn’t want her to ask if I’d come across any notes in the diary, so I changed the subject. ‘Did you decide to publish your novel?’

‘Oh…’ She appeared a little bemused by the sudden shift in topic. ‘I’m still uncertain.’

‘God, you’re hopeless!’ I playfully shoved her.

Mum forced a smile. ‘It’s…complicated.’

After having read the notes now shoved deep in my pocket, I could well understand that it might be. ‘Oh well, I’ll still love you whether you become a famous author or not.’

Mum’s smile was more sincere now and she kissed my forehead. ‘So, where are you up to in the tale?’

‘I’m in the middle of Lady Devere’s audience with Zalman inside his Signet station,’ I replied. ‘Do you think Zalman was telling the truth about the damning effects of ORME in humans?’

In today’s marketplace, what the ancients called Manna, Star-Fire and Ormus is known simply as ORME—Orbitally Rearranged Monatomic Elements—and the superconductive metallic substances it produces form the basis for drugs that heal a myriad of once fatal illnesses; in fact, pharmaceutical companies claim there isn’t an illness that can’t be cured by the miracle agent. Of course, the medical profession, which only acknowledges the physical body, would therefore be unable to see the kind of damage—if Zalman’s
claims are true—their miracle drugs are doing to the emotional, mental and spiritual bodies of their patients.

‘If ORME is a blocking agent for all consciousness on this planet, then Earth is being laid to waste on many more levels than just the physical,’ I said.

My mother gazed at me, a look of amazement on her face.

‘How old are you again?’ she said, plainly proud of my comprehension. ‘If I had to make a ruling on the matter based on my current understanding, then I would have to say that I believe Zalman was telling the truth.’

‘So you believe that there are extraterrestrials interfering with the evolution of mankind?’

Mum’s expression became more serious and she took a moment to consider her response. ‘Well, if that’s not the case then where did the line of the Dragon Queens come from? Where did all the different genetic codes and human races come from? Science still hasn’t found a satisfactory explanation for these mysteries now that we know that Darwin was way off the mark.’

That was a very good point. ‘Do you know the origin of the Dragon Queens?’ I asked.

Mum’s eyes widened and I realised just what a huge question I was asking. When she did answer, she tried to skirt around the issue. ‘Due to the nature of the subject, most of the research in that area is esoteric, or so historic as to be considered myth.’

‘However…’ I knew there was more, and waved my hand to encourage her to get to the point.

‘I don’t want to spoil Ashlee’s tale for you,’ she said, attempting to close the subject. ‘Most of what
I know, I learned from investigating the claims in her journals.’

‘And what did you discover?’ I wasn’t giving up.

Mum served me a look of exasperation, then caved. ‘Okay…this is the simplest version of the story as I’ve come to understand it. A long time in the future, in a galaxy in a higher dimension, there is a planet known as Tara. There, the perfect human race thrives in cooperation with many other beings from different planets, both humanoid and not. One of the non-human races is the Anunnaki, who tend to be a power-hungry lot; through association with them, some of the elite Taraeans are persuaded to misuse the natural power grid of the planet. Their meddling causes an overload on the system which results in a huge explosion.’

‘Not unlike some of the tales about Atlantis,’ I commented and Mum nodded.

‘The explosion causes parts of the planet, along with its grid system and morphogenetic field, to be ripped off and cast towards the sun.’

‘Morphogenetic field?’ I’d never heard the term before.

Mum took a moment to consider how best to define it. ‘It’s the cosmic blueprint for the evolution of life on Tara. Without the complete blueprint, the souls on Tara can’t ascend to the dimension beyond their own. During the explosion, many souls are torn away from their soul group and those remaining can’t hope to become of one consciousness with a part of their soul-mind missing. Not to mention that there are beings from other planets visiting Tara at the time of the disaster, which are also torn away from their soul groups, so many evolutions are hindered by the disaster.’

‘But wouldn’t the people involved die in the explosion and then reincarnate back to their soul group or something?’ I reasoned.

‘But what if there is no such thing as death in the dimension beyond our own, and therefore no need for reincarnation?’ Mum suggested.

‘I see.’ I was eager to hear more. ‘So what happens to the stranded souls and the missing part of the planet?’

‘The breakaway portion of Tara is sucked into the vortex that lies at the core of every star, crushed and fragmented, then spat back out into the physical universe as a gaseous substance that eventually forms a mini solar system around that star. The soulminds connected to this fragment of Tara also fall in frequency and, cut off from their original soul matrix on Tara, have no means to evolve back to their source. This incident becomes known as the Fall of Man.’

‘So what’s this got to do with the Dragon Queens?’

‘I’m getting to that.’ Mum seemed mildly annoyed by my impatience. ‘A group of highly evolved beings from Tara’s dimensional galaxy get together to salvage the situation. They have the technology and the desire to rescue the lost souls of Tara, yet from their base in the next dimension they can do nothing without the aid and cooperation of beings already existing in the same dimensions as Earth’s universal scheme. Now in Earth’s galaxy alone there are billions of star beings, humanoids in the main, but not all of these races exist on the physical plane.’

‘So there are races of beings evolving in the astral, mental and lower causal planes of our universe?’

‘Correct,’ Mum said, ‘however, at the time of the Fall, the humanoid beings genetically close enough to humans to be of aid are the Anu, from the rogue planet Nibiru that traverses through our solar system and the next star system of Sirius. The Anu are a highly intelligent race of astral beings possessing great genetic knowledge, which is why they are chosen for the Earth mission. Also, they are the descendants in this universe of the Anunnaki in the harmonic universe above ours—the same Anunnaki that contributed to the destruction of Tara. So the idea is that if some of the Anu come to Earth, the lost souls of the Anunnaki from Tara can incarnate into the Anu bloodlines in order to evolve beyond this universe and return to their higher-dimension existence. The Anu who come to Earth are also called the Anunnaki, which in Sumerian translates to mean “the Heavenly, or Lordly, who fly to Earth”. The planet had already been acclimatised for habitation by the twelve Ancient Watchers, who are the Staff of Amenti.’

‘Like Zalman.’ I suddenly realised that I’d been reading about a conversation between my foremother and one of the oldest souls on the planet; it was all a bit overwhelming.

Mum nodded. ‘They introduce various species of animal and planet life via the Amenti stargate system, and after many aeons of evolution the Anunnaki arrive and begin genetically slicing their astral DNA with the physical DNA of the different animal species, with the aim of creating an Earth being in their likeness. After many horrible abominations, the Anunnaki finally manage to create a physical form in which humanity can evolve on this planet.’

I had a hunch. ‘Something went wrong?’

Mum nodded again. ‘In the process of developing the perfect Earth human, the Anunnaki also discovered a new application for one of their most ancient and treasured substances—’

‘Star-Fire,’ I guessed.

‘The Anu had long been producing the superconductive substance to fuel a planetary shield on Nibiru, which kept the surface conditions of their planet stable during its huge orbital transit through two solar systems. The Anunnaki discovered that exposure to ORME granted them the ability to physically manifest and retain that state indefinitely so long as they continued to ingest the substance. One by one, all the Anunnaki became addicted to ORME and physically manifested on Earth, as they were never meant to do. They became known as the Nefilim, meaning “those cast down”. Because they’d become physical beings via unnatural means, they suffered from a lack of emotional maturity. The frequency bands of their subtle bodies were incomplete and therefore easily severed from their soul source on Nibiru once the ORME worked its blocking effect on the light centres of their chakra system.’

‘Which is what nearly happened to Ashlee,’ I commented.

‘Yes, you don’t have to be a villain to be seduced by such power,’ Mum concurred. ‘It happens to the best of us.’

‘Us?’ I queried. ‘Grail Princesses?’

‘Human beings,’ Mum clarified, suppressing a smile. Was she mocking my belief in our family secret?

She went on: ‘In time, the Nefilim discovered that they had created a genetic disaster. They had become so addicted to the physical form that they could no longer reproduce it naturally. Their reproductive eggs were scrambled, as it were.’

‘So if the Nefilim weren’t reproducing, where did the lost Anunnaki souls from Tara go?’

Mum gave me a stern look, which I assumed meant that she was coming to that.

‘Gold was in plentiful supply on Earth, but the Nefilim were few, and as elitists they certainly weren’t going to get their hands dirty. So, in addition to their genetic work on the human project, they began a covert genetic operation—to create a slave class of lizard-clones, different from humans and more adept at working underground.’

‘Clones? Do you mean they had no mind of their own?’ I asked.

‘They were of a hive-mind mentality, controlled initially by the far more psychically advanced Nefilim. The Dracon, as the Nefilim named them, were mindless, soulless creatures—or so everybody thought.’

‘But the souls of the lost Anunnaki were trapped inside the lizard-clones?’ I guessed.

Mum nodded.

‘Eventually, the clones rebelled, jealous of the favoured treatment that humans were receiving from the Nefilim. They drove the Nefilim from the planet and slaughtered the humans.’

‘Gross.’ I screwed up my nose. ‘And the Dragon Queens?’

Mum gave me her ‘be patient’ look again. ‘On Tara, it was decided by the Amenti Council that they, the twelve master architects of the Amenti
ascension scheme, should incarnate into the human species in order to guide and speed the human evolutionary scheme. But in order to do this, they required physical human bodies strong enough in genetic frequency to hold their charge.’