Fallen Masters (31 page)

Fear. Fear. Fear. Always that was at the root of inaction or wrong choices. Fear keeps human beings locked in their own minds and impotent to change. Fear, then, is the weapon of those who wish to keep them in that place and to control their world … fear is the tool of the forces of darkness. And at that moment the one emotion that POTUS wasn’t feeling was fear.

CHAPTER

56

In the same dimension, standing right next to IRA and watching POTUS become intoxicated by the red waterfall, Caleb turned to the Governor and said, “We are losing him more quickly than I thought we would.”

“I know we are,” the Governor responded. “I have tried since he arrived to indicate that he should not trust IRA, but I have perhaps been too subtle.” He now regretted that he had not been more overt, rather than transmitting signals and images that IRA had effectively countered. The Governor went on: “He has not allowed himself yet to trust his own instincts on a soul level. He is so used to ruling by committee and listening to a political cabinet of advisers. It was the one vulnerability we knew of in this fight for his soul’s decisions.”

Caleb turned to look again at POTUS with his eyes closed. “We need permission to show him some more answers to the questions he does possess, the ones IRA is blocking. IRA is playing to his trust and manipulating him. He has to choose
good
and
light
over
evil
. That is his purpose and his true destiny. But he has to make the choices for himself, as all men do. Somehow he has to allow us into his thoughts and his soul’s energy so that we can show him more of this plane.”

The Governor had long known how smart IRA was, how well trained by the Dark Forces. IRA was an expert on using the fear principles of the earthly realm to create the illusion of truth and achieve the desires of his masters. But the Governor also understood that the Source allowed
all
souls to experience evolution, in whatever realm they may exist. For IRA to be here presented an opportunity for the Forces of Light to try and shift IRA himself back to the way of the good and away from the dark. It had happened before.

Neither could the Governor or anyone else stop him from being there, no differently than humans can stop the negative people or negative forces in their lives. What people
can
do, the Governor knew, is control the choices they make.… The alternative, upon which the Dark Forces based their actions, was to surrender free will and blame God for the evil that happens in human existence.

There had been moments after POTUS first arrived and was waking up to the new reality, the Forces of Light had tried to show him the truth of IRA’s intentions.

Caleb looked at the Governor, and they knew that the reality of losing the soul of POTUS to this trickster energy was in the balance. Caleb would make a quick attempt to “wake him at this moment.…”

He spread his arms, wings of light, which illuminating the dimension that the POTUS now occupied. IRA reacted angrily, knowing he had no control over this maneuver, which was as simple for Caleb as making a casual gesture at a tea party.

The Governor emitted a cosmic chuckle, which distracted IRA enough to loosen some of his mental control over and connection with the free will of POTUS.

*   *   *

Marcus opened his eyes to connect with the brilliant light Caleb emanated. He suddenly recognized his circumstance—seeing for a brief second the earthly illustrations of the energy he was standing in: Hundreds of thousands of images of people having sex and situations of intense fear processed through his consciousness—it was as if
The Gates of Hell
by Rodin had been awakened—overwhelming and embarrassing him as he stood in the red pool. Horrified, he removed himself from being the receptacle for these experiences, even as he began to glimpse the implications of his predicament.

Feeling humiliated at participating in the most intimate moments of people’s earthly experiences and having a hard time shaking the images and feelings, POTUS turned to IRA in a rage.

“Why the hell did you do that to me?” he screamed at IRA.

Without skipping a beat, IRA had his reply at the ready: “Why did
I
do that to
you?
I recall you walking into that pool of energy of your own free will. I did not make you do anything. I would like to tell you that I do not appreciate the fact you are accusing me of having intentions that are not to show and teach you of this dimension. You are showing a sense of human entitlement and lacking appreciation.”

IRA turned and began to move away from POTUS. “Perhaps I am not the person to be assisting your transition.”

Confused, dripping with angry emotions like water from the pool, isolated and alone, POTUS wanted to allow IRA to go. Yet there was no one else here for him. Where was his family, who had died so many years ago? Why was this experience so lonely and non-God-like? This was not what his Sunday School teachers had taught him. Isolated and alone, but yet he was feeling a willingness to stay that way and let IRA walk away from him. Why was that? There seemed to be more confusion than clarity.

*   *   *

Just as he was going to thank IRA and allow him to leave, he heard a projection, a thought that emanated from IRA.

“I understand you want me to go. I cannot stop your feelings but must honor them. But I was hoping to bring you here to energize you and reconnect you with yourself—to make you feel something. The energy of the Earth World, fueled by the base energy of sex and physical energy, does just that. And think about how you feel energy-wise right now. I know you feel what we just did was voyeuristic and wrong, but
you
were the one who walked into it—and stayed there—because you know you felt
something
. Am I right?”

“Yes,” POTUS said.

“We have much work to do, and I want to talk to you about your son.”

“Finally! My boy! I miss him so much. Take me to see him. I must speak to him one more time. Please make this experience worth it by showing me my son.”

“I cannot take you to him now, but I
can
show him to you,” IRA said.

“Now?”

“Yes, now that you reconnected so strongly with the earthly energy of lust and human emotion, you will be able to use that to see him again.”

POTUS was rocked to the core of his soul for the second time.

IRA looked past him to see the Governor and an invisible Caleb turn to walk away, hoping they had not completely lost the POTUS to IRA and the Dark Forces for all eternity.… This Fallen Master in training would never be ready to help them—or the energy of the whole planet.

*   *   *

IRA knew that he was now permanently in control over the programming of the President of the United States. Revealing to him that his son was still alive and on that side of the veil would only secure more of his desire and interest to reconnect with him and
it.
This would act as the complete distraction and conduit that IRA and his dark masters would need to keep their overall plan of sweeping the earthly plane with fear and negativity and fueling their tanks to control and create more of the same energy. It was a beautiful plan—a very efficient system of energetic resource: control the source of energy and dominate the actions and currency of every living thing

“Sounds like someone from your side of this equation is controlling the oil industry down there, IRA,” Caleb said as he manifested himself fully before his enemy.

IRA did not need to play any role or assume any form other than his own in front of Caleb. So he, too, stood at his full, majestic height and spread his light in the same gorgeous shades of red that POTUS had bathed in earlier. Caleb’s aura, in contrast was a milky white-gold.

IRA challenged Caleb with a furor: “Just surrender. Recognize that the Dark Forces have finally tipped the balance, and the pendulum of the Earth and its weak and miserable inhabitants is no longer under the control of the Divine Plan. For billions of years this autocratic dynasty of ‘His’ love and light have inspired and controlled the fates of their world. And now, with just a bit of simple strategic centuries of planning, technology, sex, and ego, our side—the
right side
—will take over the design of structure and community on Earth. Thank you very much.” IRA spat his words. “You will watch helplessly as mankind succumbs to its own issues of fear, greed, power, ambition, ego, and lust as their main goal and source of all human energy.”

Caleb smiled and acknowledged the words and energy that IRA conveyed. He validated the triumphs and dedication that the Dark Forces had worked with and applauded their patience.

Caleb was calm in his response. “You are only counting on what you project onto them. You do not credit them for being able to decide and choose. That is going to be your downfall, my brother.” Caleb turned to leave and started to vibrate and illuminate ever more brightly. His parting thoughts to IRA could be heard echoing as he left:

“Do not discount the power of love, IRA. I know it has been a long time since experiencing the light of that Word and the power of that Source, but it is the Divine Plan’s ultimate gift to mankind. Like it or not, it is in their cellular structure—something you can mask, but never destroy.”

*   *   *

IRA’s auric field blazed a fiery red-orange glow as he heard this. Then he regained his composure and smiled evilly to himself. “I have not forgotten that at all, Caleb. I am actually counting on it.” Then he dematerialized into a mist of gray.

CHAPTER

57

POTUS stood on the edge of the pool of passion, as he now referred to it. Gazing at the beauty of this place, he walked over and sat on a large boulderlike seat and started to reflect on his earthly life.

This place, or dimension, enabled him to view his life and moments from his earthly family like watching a videotape or film of his soul. It was all recorded and retrievable. He was able to watch events that he had not been able to remember before: events and conversations that came back as clearly as if they had occurred just moments ago.

He watched his father hold him and speak to him, rocking him in his arms as a newborn. He saw his mother come into the nursery to tell his father that he needed to put the baby down so that both could get some needed sleep. Deep in thought about his father and his mother, “It doesn’t make any sense,” he murmured, thinking back on the course of his life—and theirs.

While growing up, before his dad passed, his dad had been there for him every second of every day, answering questions and drying tears, cheering for the young Marcus when he achieved even the smallest thing in the classroom or on the playing field. His mom, God bless her, had tried her best after she lost her spouse and best friend, but grief had scored the rest of her life, and she had never been the same. Still, the love was there. The energy of the father had continued to pass through the mother to the son. He had felt it then, even though he had not had the vocabulary to express it. His father was there.
He was always there,
POTUS knew.

But where was his father now? Why had he not been the person that had come to welcome him? This thought gnawed at POTUS. Maybe there had been something that
he
had done wrong on Earth. But looking back on their time together, he couldn’t think of anything. He had been a good kid, for the most part, always eager to please his parents. He could not remember a single time his dad had raised his hand in punishment, nor his mom.

Feeling dejected and defeated, and still more than a bit confused, POTUS looked up and saw IRA standing knee-deep in the pool of passion, absorbing energy from that place. POTUS wondered why he had not seen him there before. They were only some thirty feet apart. Again, something struck POTUS as “odd.” Although everything was incredibly odd, this still didn’t “feel” right.

This other realm or dimension was so complicated. There were multiple levels of access that some of the more evolved energies could experience and some from which he and others were shut out from because of their lack of evolution on this side. So complicated … All those years of Sunday school teaching that there was this good place called Heaven and the bad place called Hell—you either went
up
to Heaven or
down
to Hell. They didn’t tell you that you just
went
.

Then, within his mind and with a physical sensation, POTUS felt he was being pulled toward another pool. It seemed the more questions he asked the stronger the pull became. He looked around, beyond IRA in the red pool, and realized he was being summoned to appear before the Governor and the Council of Elders.

POTUS sensed the pull rapidly growing in intensity. He wanted to reach out to IRA to stop this, to seek his guidance on how he should respond.… But IRA was totally caught up in the ecstasy of the pool of passion and was apparently not able to feel or see POTUS or accept his thought-energy. The President felt that he was now completely on his own, that this was a moment of reckoning—perhaps a showdown with the Governor once and for all.

He had thought, hoped, that he was beyond such struggles now, on
this
side of existence. But he was still frustrated, disappointed in himself and his situation. He had to get up to speed on this new form of existence. His old impatience reared its head within him. He knew so little, needed to know more. But he did know without a doubt that his soul was hanging in the balance.

CHAPTER

58

The President had been summoned to the chamber of the Council of Elders once again. This time he did not feel the sense of awe and mystery he had previously experienced. Instead, he had an odd sensation of
belonging,
of being home. He had undergone not only physical and metaphysical transformations but a shift of knowledge as if he had taken on a new mantle over his shoulders and a new pair of shoes that fit him perfectly. Almost imperceptible, yet all too real …