The Dragon Queens (The Mystique Trilogy) (23 page)

‘Who built the time codes hall?’ I asked Levi as I caught up with him in the labyrinth of corridors, doors, rooms and stairs, which were reinforced with marble arches, tiled floors, walls and ceilings.

‘It was built before the Fall by a race known as the Ur-Tarranates,’ he said. ‘The priesthoods of Ur were a product of this race of beings who developed after this complex manifested on Earth.’

Perhaps this was the priestly order I’d seen embedded in the memory of this place?

‘The Fall?’ Lord Devere sought clarification on that point.

‘Of Tara,’ explained the ancient being.

‘Tara?’ Lord Devere was still lost, as were we all.

I could tell the entity was becoming frustrated by our ignorance, but then he had been one of the main catalysts behind humanity’s lack of universal knowledge.

‘Tara is the name of this planet’s body on the next level of existence up from here,’ he explained, ‘the second harmonic universe, if you will, in this five harmonic universal system. In the third harmonic universe this planet is call Gaia, and in harmonic universe four it is Aramatena.’

It seemed the tutorial ended there, but Taylor was curious. ‘You said there were five harmonic universes, so what is planet Earth’s name in the fifth?’

‘The Sovereign Integral, the source of all there is.’ Levi seemed to think that went without saying.

‘Are you implying that those codes have been standing since before this planet even manifested in the physical world?’ I asked.

‘No. That hall was built on Tara and then manifested here when part of Tara’s light-body was forced down into this physical level to merge with Earth.’

‘But wouldn’t the guardian beings have seen the disaster coming?’ Taylor rationalised, not sure if he believed the tales our guide was spinning.

‘Indeed, which is why the Sphere of Amenti was created and placed within the Earth in this harmonic universe before the catastrophe happened in the next.’

‘But…?’ My mind struggled to absorb all the information.

‘When you have access to the time matrix such tasks are not as complicated as they sound,’ Levi
said. ‘How can you expect to grasp the mechanics that exist beyond this universe, when you do not even fully comprehend the mechanics that exist within this one!’

Miss Koriche was quick to take advantage of the pause in the conversation, undeterred by the demi-god’s irritation. ‘What is the Sphere of Amenti?’

The entity sighed, clearly expecting his explanation to raise more questions than it would answer. ‘The Sphere of Amenti is a time portal linking Earth to Tara’s distant past; through it the lost portion of Tara’s consciousness can ascend to its original soul matrix. This re-evolution was intended to be a speedy affair; however, interfering forces have caused the project more than a few setbacks.’

The entity paused a moment, looking grave; perhaps deciding whether or not to expand on these setbacks. He chose to continue his tutorial on Amenti. ‘Within the Amenti system are portholes that have become known as the Halls of Amenti, but in truth they are inter-time passageways that one must pass through in order to ascend from Earth back to Tara.’

‘And the portal to Amenti is at Giza?’ I clarified.

Levi, having led us to a double doorway at the end of a corridor, came to a stop and turned about. ‘The entrance to the Amenti system is to be found beneath Giza, yes.’ He looked back to the doors and raised a hand.

The doors parted wide to reveal a huge circular shrine of cathedral-like proportions, carved out of the natural rock. Absolutely every feature had a slight curve to it. There was a round altar in the centre, in the middle of which stood a large metal
bowl filled with oil—a light source. However, as Levi had supplied us with our own light we didn’t need to ignite it.

Near the central altar stood an oval-shaped sarcophagus, adorned with a full-body sculpture of the occupant encased in solid gold. The hands of the sculpture held a book with a cover of solid emerald.

Miss Koriche inspected it.

‘
The Emerald Book of Thoth
!’ she gasped. She moved closer, unable to resist admiring the treasure. ‘How do you intend to destroy that?’

‘The value of this work is not in its appearance,’ Levi warned. ‘Becoming bewitched by its beauty is the first step down its dark path.’

‘It is the knowledge therein that I will regret the loss of,’ Miss Koriche assured the entity. ‘Women are not like men: we see value in very different things. But of course you know that; it is why you chose to direct all your doctrine towards men!
Man
kind, my
brothers
, my
fathers
and so on,’ she quoted. ‘Not one mention of the special place the female plays in the higher order of evolution!’ Obviously Miss Koriche had experienced a quiet wake-up call since learning about Thoth’s corruption of ancient doctrine and was now keen to serve the entity a piece of her mind. ‘It was such a subtle mutation of information, but it planted the seed for a division that has grown like a thorny briar within humanity, elevating man to be a son of God and crippling womankind to this day! And thus began the male elitist rule of this Earth, and all of the male-dominated secret societies and religions. Women became an inferior slave class, and yet it is she who carries
the sacred genetic codes in her blood. The balance must be restored!’

The scribe’s focus again settled on his treasure. ‘The higher echelons agree with you,’ he said.

‘Wait one moment.’ Taylor spoke up. ‘I am wondering…if you were repentant before you died, then why did you not destroy the dangerous text back then? Why run the risk of the wrong person finding it? Could it be that you were not supposed to destroy it?’

‘With all due respect to your cunning mind, Mr Taylor, I believe that if you wait just one moment, you will see why this particular period was chosen for the termination of this treasure.’ Levi looked to Miss Koriche, who was closest to him. ‘Are you ready to see how I shall dispose of this?’ His tone implied he was about to perform a favourite party trick.

Miss Koriche merely nodded, unwilling to expose her anticipation.

‘Then,’ he glanced to each of us in turn, ‘quiet, please.’

The entity within Levi again focused on the book of Thoth and muttered something at lightning speed under his breath that was inaudible over the sound of his deep, rhythmic breathing. The treasure dissolved into light, which gathered in a sphere before Levi whilst the physical composition of the book crumbled into a pile of ash.

‘This is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth,’ the entity intoned. He seemed to struggle with his intent a moment, then he abruptly cast the sphere towards Miss Koriche. The ball of light turned to a stream in transit and fed itself into the woman’s subtle energy system via
her heart centre. ‘Let us see if womankind will fare any better at producing an uncorrupted translation,’ he said.

‘What are you doing?’ I cried, alarmed for both Miss Koriche and my yet-to-be-born grandchild. We had only this entity’s word that his book contained the whole truth; he could have been instilling the Satanic bible in the woman for all I knew.

The entity completely ignored my request for information; I needed to do something else to secure his attention. The only thing he seemed to care about was the necklace Miss Koriche had given him. I reached out with the right arm of my subtle body and gripped the pendant on its chain about my son’s neck, but before I could rip it from its mooring, the arm of Levi’s subtle body reached out and clutched the pendant too. Now it was suspended in mid-air, just short of snapping the chain that bound it to my son’s body.

‘Without the pendant your son loses his perception and all influence over me,’ the scribe warned, straining under the duress of performing two psychically challenging tasks at once. ‘I am trying so very hard to adhere to my mission.’

I did not let go, for how was I to know that the pendant was responsible for locking Levi out of his own form? Perhaps it was a trigger to aid the great scribe to remember some other cause he might have, pertaining to his Old World agenda?

‘I was instructed by the Staff of Amenti to bequeath this knowledge to the closest human to me once I held the text in my hands,’ he went on, ‘and fate has chosen this woman as the recipient, not I.’

He sounded rather convincing, but still I held onto the pendant.

‘Would you allow this knowledge to be lost for all time at the risk of trusting me for a few moments?’ he pleaded.

I let go of the pendant and it dropped back into place. The light stream vanished completely into Miss Koriche’s light-body and Mr Taylor ran to catch her as she passed out.

‘I am not afraid of you, scribe,’ I warned.

‘Your anger will only feed the problem,’ he warned me back.

‘I do not take kindly to being played for a fool. Miss Koriche and her unborn child are my concern, and when you threaten those in my charge, I am bound to protect them.’

‘I have not harmed them,’ he replied. ‘Miss Koriche is perfectly well.’

I moved to check Miss Koriche’s vital signs as Taylor gently lowered her body to the ground. ‘And we are expected to believe that all is as you say?’ I challenged the entity.

‘What choice do you have? It is done.’ The scribe moved towards the only door in the shrine.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Lord Devere demanded.

‘We have an appointment at Giza,’ the entity replied, not breaking his stride.

‘We do?’ My husband was curious about the ‘we’ in the equation.

‘This body and myself.’

As Levi passed by, Lord Devere took hold of his arm and brought him to a standstill. ‘That body is not going anywhere without us.’

The entity looked to his restrained limb, then up the arm of the culprit to stare him in the face. ‘This vessel is vital to the stability of the Earth grid at this time. Some are most eager to see it put in place…and others are just as eager to
prevent
placement. Which are you?’

Lord Devere considered this a very good question, and allowed his hold on Levi to lapse. He looked to me, and I nodded that I was satisfied that Miss Koriche seemed to be breathing normally, despite her fitful slumber.

We knew so little about this interplanetary genetic war that had apparently been waging beneath the surface of the Earth since before recorded history, that neither my husband nor myself could give an answer.

‘So you see,’ said the scribe, in the absence of a response, ‘if you could accompany me to Giza—which you cannot, as I intend to utilise subatomic shortcuts that are not open to you because of the seal you all carry within your astral bodies—you would find nothing to reassure you of your son’s wellbeing, nor would you be awarded the opportunity to converse with him. For all I am doing is delivering his body to an interdimensional regeneration station, where it will remain until such time as it is again needed by its owner.’

‘I cannot and
will not
entrust the safekeeping of my son’s earthly vessel and spiritual wellbeing to you.’ Lord Devere was adamant.

Levi indicated Miss Koriche’s gift to him. ‘As long as I wear this pendant,’ he said, ‘it is I who am in your son’s safekeeping. But I have ancient genetic information that the Staff of
Amenti need to complete their quest, so, please, I must depart.’

But my Lord Devere was still not prepared to trust the demi-god, and neither was I. ‘What would happen if Levi’s body did not join the grid?’ he asked.

‘Pole shift,’ the entity replied bluntly. ‘The Earth will tilt on its axis and all surface life will cease to exist.’

‘Surely you are joking?’ Mr Taylor rejected the suggestion as outlandish. ‘I cannot believe—’

‘I wish I had the luxury of indulging your beliefs and concerns,’ the entity replied, clearly fed up. ‘But it is not beneficial to my mission for you to put the decoder at risk by accompanying me.’

‘The decoder?’ Lord Devere frowned, wondering what the entity was on about now.

‘No more time,’ the scribe decreed. ‘You must rest.’

The light that had been guiding our movements through the labyrinth suddenly flared and stunned us all into joining Miss Koriche in the land of slumber.

It was Miss Koriche who awoke first, and in more than one regard. For while she slumbered, she had been translating and processing massive amounts of ancient esoteric information, as we were all soon to discover.

‘The scribe has left us,’ she advised as she shook me to consciousness. Her claim certainly served to wake me with a start.

Lord Devere prised open his weary eyelids. ‘But he left the light, I see.’

‘How long have we been unconscious?’ I asked once we had helped one another to our feet.

Lord Devere checked his pocket watch. ‘It can’t have been long,’ he noted.

I swayed, tempted to collapse back to the floor for more rest. ‘What hope have we of catching him when we cannot reach Giza via the same otherworldly shortcuts he has taken?’

‘I believe I know of a way we can use the said passages,’ Miss Koriche advised. ‘However, we are, as you suspect, pushed for time.’ She reached down a hand to aid Mr Taylor to his feet.

‘But the astral seal—’ I began.

Miss Koriche held up a hand to allay my concern. ‘Fear not,’ she said. ‘I’ll explain en route to the Hall of Time Codes.’

‘Of course!’ I uttered, for the scribe had stated that the codes could remove all the unnatural seals from the subtle bodies. ‘But how do you know how the time codes work?’

‘We only need to utilise one of the codes to achieve our goal in this instance,’ Miss Koriche explained. ‘So, if you will all follow me.’

As we moved through the underground maze, following the light sphere and our new guide, Miss Koriche described how she was now aware of the information within the Emerald Book. ‘Nevertheless, I have much clearing and realignment work to do on my subtle bodies before I will be able to translate all of the information that has been bestowed upon me,’ she finished.

‘So you are the decoder the scribe spoke of?’ Mr Taylor asked, his tone one of awe.

Miss Koriche merely winked in response and kept us moving.