The Dragon Queens (The Mystique Trilogy) (51 page)

‘The plan was not of my design,’ Lugh said, waving aside our objections. ‘It was you of the Amenti Council who drew up the schedule; I am just following your orders.’

‘Would you like me to chronicle all that unfolds with us until next we meet?’ Ashlee stunned me with the very thoughtful offer, but I felt too overwhelmed to accept.

‘I am sure you will be busy; I wouldn’t want to impose,’ I said.

‘Mia, you will publish the story of your bloodline,’ Lugh piped up. ‘Thus you might want to consider that you will be missing part of the tale later if you do not continue to collaborate with your sisters now.’

In truth, the thought of publishing what I knew in a fictional tale had occurred to me already. I had begun sorting through the notes of my discoveries in the Sinai with Albray, and of his adventures with both Ashlee Granville in the nineteenth century and Lillet du Lac in the twelfth. I turned to my sisters and addressed them by the names I was most familiar with, even though clearly most of these women were not the incarnations I had read about.

‘Ashlee, Lillet, Ajalae, Susan, Lilith,’ I said, ‘your stories have been completely life-altering for me. I would never have been able to free Albray or defeat Molier without your inspiration. So yes, I will be as honoured to read your future journals as I have been to read those you have penned for my benefit in the past.’

‘No need for journals,’ Lugh advised, ‘for now that you have walked the Halls of Amenti, your full psychic potential has been realised and you are all telepathically linked on a subconscious level. Therefore, your experiences can be conveyed to Mia in her sleep, and when it comes time to write her tale, the stored information will surface for her reference. So you see, she will miss nothing!’

The Fey warrior received a round of cheers and blown kisses from all the female company, which he lapped up. ‘How I wish I had a physical form so that I could hug you all,’ he said. ‘I could use my provisional physical coating, but alas I would feel nothing and probably crush you all.’

‘That is exactly
why
you do not have a physical form,’ Albray pointed out.

Before Lugh had the chance to retort, Captain Sinclair emerged through the central porthole. His eyes immediately came to rest upon Ashlee, as though he sensed her presence before his physical senses could confirm his instinct.

‘Ladies…thou art a sight for sore eyes,’ he said with great charm.

I had imagined this moment might be awkward for these two souls, for they wore different incarnations to those in which they had loved during their final lifetimes. Yet from the second they sighted each other, it was clear this did not matter.

Ashlee approached the captain and took hold of both his hands. The pair spoke in whispers for a moment and then merged into a kiss. It was not the kiss of desperate passion that one might expect of long-lost lovers, not heated, or lustful, or in any way rushed. Instead, it was as if their bodies had melded into a beautiful sculpture depicting the kiss that had all the time in creation to unfold.

Ashlee’s sisters were far more respectful of Ashlee and Sinclair’s reunion than they had been about mine and Albray’s, but when the pair finally came back to Earth Lugh could not resist. ‘I miss having a body,’ he said. The comment was amusing and
dispersed any awkwardness that might have ensued from the very touching moment.

‘Well, ladies, we should depart,’ the captain said. ‘I’m sorry to rush you, but I’ve been unexpectedly entrusted with an additional mission.’

He looked to Ashlee as if she were responsible, and at once she knew what that mission was, for she had borne witness to it in a past life. ‘The Signet Map?’ she queried and the captain nodded. ‘Lilitu is on board the
Kleio
at present?’

Captain Sinclair nodded gravely. ‘You must not meet.’

‘We do meet,’ Ashlee said confidently.

‘Shh!’ the captain insisted, turning a small circle to contain his frustration and alarm. ‘The first rule of time travel is that you do not disclose information pertaining to the events of your past that pertain to my future, or else we may alter our present, which is very favourable at this time. Any disasters or successes we have endured were all worth this moment.’ His eyes swept over her physical form, clearly relishing the sight.

‘Agreed,’ Ashlee confirmed, but seemed a little confused about how best to proceed.

‘Just allow events to unfold as they did,’ he advised, and Ashlee smiled and winced at once. ‘What is the matter?’

‘I cannot say.’ Ashlee looked regretful but determined.

‘That is just as well,’ the captain replied, pleased that Ashlee understood his position, but her adverse reaction had him worried now. ‘Does something happen to Lilitu?’

Ashlee opened her mouth to respond.

‘
Ashlee
!’ Lillet warned, for she also knew the outcome of the mission as Lilitu had been her sister in that lifetime.

‘As I was going to say, I cannot say,’ Ashlee replied, looking to Lillet to reassure her.

Albray spoke up. ‘Be that as it may, it might be best if you two were not left alone together until after Lilitu has disembarked from your ship, captain.’

The Dragon Queens chorused their agreement. Ashlee and Sinclair were both clearly dismayed by the ruling, and Sinclair gave Albray the evil eye.

Albray merely shrugged. ‘It is in the best interest of the plan,’ he said.

‘We won’t discuss the mission,’ Ashlee said, offering a compromise to her sisters, but all shook their heads.

‘Sorry, angel,’ Lilith laid down the law. ‘This mission is vital in many ways, to the both of you and the plan. So until Lilitu is safely delivered back to the thirteenth century where she belongs, the two of you shall have the pleasure of my company at all times.’

Both Ashlee and Captain Sinclair gave a resigned smile.

My sisters kissed me farewell, but Albray waved to the departing women from afar, to avoid getting into more trouble. ‘It has been a pleasure catching up, ladies. Have fun, captain.’

The look of vengeful challenge on Sinclair’s face said it all.

‘The pleasure was ours, Albray,’ Lilith said on behalf of all the sisters, then turned her attention to me. ‘You take good care of our little goddess-to-be,’ she instructed like a proud grandmother, which was
all it took to send the sisters and myself into an emotional huddle again.

Albray and Captain Sinclair were frustrated by the delay—how were they ever going to separate us?

Albray spoke up first. ‘Ladies, as delightful as your affection for each other is to watch, I need my wife back as we have a rather pressing prior engagement.’

‘You do remember how to unlock the Hall of Records?’ Lilith asked us.

In the sixth hall of Amenti I had been reconnected to my silent watcher, my dweller on the threshold, Meridon, who along with her partner, Arcturus, had been recruited onto the Amenti Project because of their skill for etheric architecture. I knew exactly how to gain access to the ancient time capsule for I had designed it, and Arcturus had incorporated the flame-bearer lock mechanism, to which our combined personal sonic was the key, along with the sonic frequency of the Anunnaki Queen, Kali. The inclusion of Kali’s sonic in the lock mechanism meant that the Hall of Records could not be opened until she had been conceived by us, her final set of Earthly parents.

‘You will all have access to our equipment within the hour,’ I assured my sisters, and Albray nodded to second my claim. The sooner the task force that was to protect our child gained access to their stash of elite weaponry and technology, the easier Albray and I would feel about the arrival of our extraordinary baby girl.

Once Lugh had wished us all well and departed through the porthole that led him home, Captain
Sinclair and my sisters left together, leaving Albray and myself in the Amenti antechamber.

‘So,’ he looked to me, ‘what is the plan?’

‘You do not recall how to find the Hall of Records?’ I thought this odd as he had nodded so confidently when I had assured my sisters that we would have it opened in no time.

‘Do you recall how the lock mechanism works?’ he challenged and I had to admit that I did not. ‘You have your job and I have mine. So,’ he said again in an alluring, cheeky fashion, ‘are you going to tell me what we have to do, or shall I be forced to take persuasive measures?’

He pulled me close, but as I was not in the mood for games at present, I gave him his answer in full.

‘Once inside the Hall of Records, we flame-bearers are going to draw down the blue flame frequencies from the Sphere of Amenti, which have not flowed through the Earth grid since the demise of Atlantis. With the combined bio-energetic field of the orange, blue and violet flames, we will infuse the Earth grid with an energetic upgrade, which will trigger a spontaneous expansion of multidimensional awareness, memory and identity in those human beings on Earth not yet under the control of the Nefilim’s frequency fence. But it won’t be until the violet flame-holder comes into her power at the age of thirteen that the grids of Tara and Earth will begin to merge, whereupon the Halls of Amenti and the Sphere of Amenti will begin to open for mass ascension back to Tara.’

‘Yes, I realise that.’ Albray rolled his eyes at my little spiel. ‘My real question was
where
do we gain entry?’

‘Right here.’ I smiled.

‘But what about the Fibonacci spiral?’

‘We’ll use it as a meditation to separate our subtle bodies from our physical forms,’ I explained.

Albray frowned and shook his head. ‘No, I meant that I understood we needed to be at the spot designated by the centre of the spiral on the Giza plateau in order to gain access to the Hall of Records?’

‘We are in the centre of the spiral,’ I said, and pointed upward. ‘That spot on surface Earth is directly above us; I know because I saw this place during my astral descent into the Earth when I visited the Akashic library in search of Jamila. The entrance to the Hall of Records is located in the same space we are frequenting, but on an astral level. There are three channels that lead from that room,’ I motioned to the portholes. ‘Sound similar to what Jamila described?’

‘Whoa.’ Albray was impressed that we were further advanced in our mission than expected. ‘So what are we waiting for?’ He sat himself down to begin the meditation for astral separation. ‘Let’s spiral.’

We both lay down to perform the spiralling technique, which would liberate our subtle bodies from the physical. Jamila had foretold that we would find ourselves in a room of red granite, which was hardly surprising as that was what this chamber was made of too. But the building blocks of this chamber on the astral level of awareness were made of a mineral I had never seen before: it was iridescent and glowed with a pretty pearly colour. The three portholes that looked like blue liquid-light waterfalls on Earth were now swirling vortexes of purple. In the corner of the room was the pot that was the key for negotiating the way safely through to the Hall of Records. Jamila had said that the right person would know how to read what was written on the pot and would choose the right path.

I moved to the pot, which appeared brand new, as did the entire chamber, and crouched down to read it. In my nightmares I had not been able to
decipher the message, but that was before Amenti, before I came to know Meridon.

‘What does it say?’ Albray asked anxiously. My confused expression wasn’t encouraging. ‘Can’t you read it?’

I could read it all right, but what it said wasn’t very helpful. ‘It advises that the blue flame is the fastest route to Amenti.’

Albray looked at the three spiralling vortexes with bewilderment, as did I. ‘That doesn’t make sense, as Amenti is the fastest route to the blue flame, not the other way around. Are you sure that’s all it says?’

I nodded and stood to recall what Jamila had told us about this stage of the journey. ‘In two of the channels lies death, and the third channel will suck us in and never let us go.’

‘Only if we’re not the flame-bearers,’ Albray added.

I shushed him and turned to face the three channels. ‘The right person will make it to the door beyond the guarded channels and, upon arrival, will produce a particular sound and this sonic will open the door,’ I quoted. Then I turned to face the altar stone, where I knew a concealed doorway lay in the physical world, a doorway that was opened by blue flame energy. ‘We’ve skipped a step in the journey,’ I concluded. ‘We don’t have to pick a channel because we are already in the room beyond them! Only the true flame-bearers could make it here, as we and our fellow Council members are the only humans who have knowledge of or access to the Hall of Life. Only we and the Anu know there is a doorway in the wall behind that altar stone.’

‘Honey,’ Albray said affectionately, ‘you’re good.’

‘It was nothing.’ I waved off the praise and I prepared for my next trick. ‘Watch this.’

I positioned myself in front of the altar and, holding my hands palms out before me, I willed my dormant blue flame energy into the ancient stone.

‘Holy cow!’ Albray backed up a few paces as a stream of blue energy shot from my palms and into the stone altar. The wall beyond dissolved into nothingness and the secret passage revealed itself. ‘No wonder only the true flame-bearers could make it past this point,’ he commented. ‘How fortunate for us that you are the only human channel for the blue flame.’

‘Indeed,’ I said as we proceeded into the long hall beyond. It was entirely different from the hall that was its counterpart in the physical world: its walls, floor and ceiling emitted their own light and even the air was illuminated.

‘I’ve been here before,’ Albray said.

I recognised the place too. ‘En route to Amenti,’ I said, and he nodded.

Along one wall were etched in light the images of the forty-eight chromosomes of Christ consciousness, and on the opposing side the hall branched into many other halls and rooms. I knew what was in them all: the technologically advanced equipment that had been stored here for the benefit of the Staff of Amenti and their plan. At present these rooms were locked and would remain so until the Hall of Records had been opened.

‘Well done,’ Albray told me. ‘This is exactly where we need to be.’

‘I know,’ I said. ‘Although I’m a little hazy on what happens from here.’

Albray smiled. ‘My turn to impress you then.’

‘By all means…’ I motioned him to take the lead and he did so with confidence. ‘Jamila said that among these rooms there is a golden stairway—’

‘There is indeed.’ Albray proceeded to the end of the corridor and turned right towards the entrance to the Amenti chamber.

‘The lock to the Hall of Records is in the Amenti chamber?’ I queried.

‘Of course,’ he replied as we approached the great cavern that hosted the island on which the golden stairwell to Amenti was located. ‘Both the Arc Porthole passage, which is hosting the Sphere of Amenti at present, and the Hall of Amorea are to be found there. They are the means by which we will channel the data from the Sphere into the epicentre of the grid located at the Earth’s core.’

‘What?’ I was perplexed. ‘There are only the six portholes of Amenti’s halls in the Amenti chamber.’ I had been there; I had seen the set-up.

‘Trust me, they’re there,’ Albray assured me.

We approached the entrance to the cavern and the limestone bridge appeared before us, granting us passage to the central island.

‘Isn’t there supposed to be a holograph above the stairway that names the three persons who are appointed to enter?’ I asked.

High above us, the ceiling of the chamber was composed of huge glowing crystal clusters; water ran down the inner walls into the darkened void below. Once we’d reached the central island and the bridge had vanished, Albray urged me to look up: there in the large crystal above us was reflected a holographic image of three symbols. One was a picture of a vial, much like those once hidden in
the Star-Fire Temple at Mt Serabit in the Sinai—which, incidentally, was also designed by Meridon and Arcturus. Another was a symbol that looked like the ringstone to which my husband’s spirit had been attached for many centuries. And beneath an image of our daughter was a symbol of the Grail, for she was the last of the line.

As we gazed in amazement at the symbols, the golden plate beneath our feet vanished and Albray and I plunged into the depths of Amenti. As we descended, the velocity of the fall decreased until we were merely drifting down, then floating and alighting in the great central chamber.

I was disappointed to find nothing had changed here—there were still only six portholes and no other passages or rooms to speak of. ‘Are you sure about this?’ I asked Albray.

‘Sure, I’m sure,’ he said, and walked over to the pool in the centre of the chamber. ‘Do you want to see a neat trick?’ He grinned as he jumped up onto the rim of the pool, then stepped onto the liquid surface and proceeded to walk on water.

I squealed and approached the pool in wonder.

‘I present to you the Hall of Amorea.’ He motioned to the pool beneath him, then levitated into the air and waved to me before disappearing into a light-emitting funnel in the centre of the ceiling directly above the pool.

‘Albray?’ I called, a little wary of stepping onto the porthole, as it was not a time passage as Amenti’s halls were, but a stargate. Its surface glistened the most striking shade of indigo; when I dared to run my hands over the glistening watery surface it felt a little like very fluid jelly.
Spectacular.
It amused me that during all our comings and
goings through the Halls of Amenti, none of us ever thought to look up at this chamber’s ceiling. At its highest point, it disappeared into a huge funnel, which shed light upon the central pool, although one had to actually stand in the pool of water to view the light source.

‘Come on, Mia,’ Albray encouraged. ‘It’s perfectly safe.’

I stepped up onto the rim of the pool and glided out over the surface. ‘I’m doing it!’ I squealed again as I reached the rim of the spotlight that the funnel shed on the pool and my feet lifted off the ground.

I looked up at my husband, levitating not far above me in the huge tube, and then high beyond him to the extreme end of the perpendicular funnel; there, glistening silver like moonlight on the ocean, was the entrance to the Arc Porthole passage. This portal connected Earth to the central sun of the Pleiades system where the Sphere of Amenti had been hidden since before the demise of Atlantis.

The passage was an emergency security measure that had been incorporated into the Amenti system for activation in the event that anyone ever tried to exploit the Sphere of Amenti for unsafe energy practices—thus the Amenti Council had the means to prevent the same disaster that had occurred on Tara from repeating itself on Earth. Originally the Sphere of Amenti had been hosted on this planet. But when Hermes foresaw the demise of Atlantis, he contacted the silent watchers overseeing the Amenti scheme and requested that the Amenti Council withdraw the Sphere down the Arc Porthole passage, lock the porthole and shut down the Signet Grid.

These opposing portholes were larger, more imposing versions of Amenti’s halls and perfectly round. The Arc Porthole was rimmed with silver, the primary surface colour of its liquid-light shield. Beyond this shield the Sphere of Amenti was currently making its return voyage to Earth in order to be here by the time of the interdimensional planetary alignment of 2012. This alignment would span a five-year period, and if Amenti’s doors were not opened by the end of 2017, humanity would be trapped in this lower harmonic universe for 25,000 years until the next interdimensional planetary alignment. And as the Earth was fast being raped of its resources, it was unlikely it would survive long enough to see the next alignment—especially if the Nefilim and Dracon had anything to do with it, and they had
everything
to do with it.

I floated to a stop near my husband and he reached out and took hold of my hands. Touching his subtle form was more intense: the contact was more lucid, like holding someone in a dream, but his personal energy was far more potent than it was when we made physical contact.

‘So, here we are, at the crossroads of time, space and dimensions—the Grand Central Station of Earth evolution!’ he said.

‘Here we are,’ I echoed, overwhelmed as I gazed down upon the indigo liquid-light porthole below us, our suspended forms reflected in its surface. ‘So what happens now?’

Albray let go of my hands to pull me close with one arm. He held out his free hand, palm down, over the Hall of Amorea, and advised me to do the same thing, but with my palm facing up.

‘Now what?’ I asked, leaning away from him a little as I was still somewhat perturbed by all his flirting this day, and he was suddenly very amorous.

‘You are going to draw down the blue flame energy from the Sphere of Amenti, whilst I use the orange flame to direct the data into the Earth’s core where it will be distributed through the Earth’s natural grid. This will boost the consciousness levels of humanity on Earth as the borders between physical and astral worlds begin to merge in preparation for this planet to again host the Sphere.’

‘Okay.’ I was following him so far.

‘However, you and I, as the conduits of this energy, have to form a connection for the blue flame energy to pass through us into the Earth’s core.’ He grinned mischievously.

‘Are you saying we have to have sex?’ The idea was rather appealing, yet I did not wish to forgive his earlier insensitivity so easily.

‘That would be nice,’ he said, ‘but a kiss would suffice.’

‘I don’t believe you.’

‘It’s true,’ he insisted. ‘I wrote a kiss into the lock’s programming code. And not just any kiss: it must be one of unconditional love and understanding.’ He batted his eyelids sweetly.

‘So I’m supposed to just forgive your flirtatious ways, am I?’

‘And I shall forgive yours,’ he replied.

I gasped, feeling that I had been wrongly accused.

‘Pause for a moment and think back over your past lives on this Earth,’ he urged before I could begin to argue.

As I did, I realised I’d had just as many varied indiscretions with our other Council members as he had. ‘I knew no better,’ I said, defending my past actions.

‘Nor did I.’ He drove home his point with a smile that I found myself returning. ‘Forgive me,’ he asked, and I could tell from his tone that it was desperately important to him. ‘I know better now, Meridon.’

His use of my true name opened the floodgates of my heart and out poured all the warmth and compassion I possessed. ‘I love you, Arcturus, and I forgive you. But I feel I should mention that the captain told Ashlee that they could not kiss here in Amenti.’

Albray’s seductive smile broadened as he closed the distance between his lips and mine. ‘That is because a kiss in this chamber can be a very explosive event.’

As I immersed myself in the kiss, the darkness behind my closed eyes erupted into the colour of orange, then blue, and then a long intense shade of violet that set our entwined bodies spinning. We clung to each other to prevent being washed away by the light-streams of energy that rushed down the long funnel above us and into the opened portal to the Earth’s core below. Our kiss, which at first felt surreal, gradually became more tangible as the great rush of energy died away. When we stopped spinning, we touched down to Earth in physical form.

The sound of applause drew our consciousness back to reality. We were back in the altar room outside the Amenti complex, where we had left our physical bodies, and around us stood the female
contingent of the Amenti Council and Captain Sinclair.

‘Figures you’d work a little romance into the schedule,’ commented the captain.

‘There’s always time for a little romance, captain,’ responded Ashlee seductively as she moved off after the rest of the ladies.

‘Well done,’ Lilith called to us as she brought up the rear, disappearing along the corridor and into the complex.

‘Did we succeed?’ I asked, slipping away from my husband.

‘I do believe so,’ Captain Sinclair said cheerfully.

‘How do you know?’ I asked, and he directed my attention back to the corridor my sisters were traversing.

Susan, who had gone ahead of the others, rushed back to spur her sisters forth. ‘Everything is here,’ she cried, ‘our weapons, tools, systems! The Hall of Records is open for reference—come and see!’ She squealed with delight and disappeared down the tunnel once more, my sisters making haste after her.