The Cosmic Logos (15 page)

‘Perhaps this premonition of yours is trying to indicate that Viper's target will be Numan. That's where you've had Sparrowhawk posted,' Avery theorised.

Lirathea nodded to confirm that he could have a point. ‘If anyone can head Viper off, you can. But you must not entertain any negativity during your quest … if your heart is not full of love and good intentions for
all
involved then the Dark Lodge will have the upper hand and win the day.'

‘I understand,' Avery acknowledged surely.

 

The Count brought Tory and Maelgwn forth to a narrow ravine that ran through a valley surrounded by pine tree covered mountains. The peace and natural beauty of the landscape captured their attention at once.

‘What planet is this?' Maelgwn gazed up at the lovely blue sky that was littered with tiny white puffs of cloud. ‘It is so reminiscent of the lost Gaia.'

The master paused from scaling the rough and uneven track that ran alongside a stream and turned back to look at Maelgwn. ‘This is Gaia.'

Maelgwn smiled in disbelief at the Count's implication. ‘Then, surely, this can't be present day Gaia. The sky is so clear here, the vegetation is pristine and the air is breathable.'

The Count shrugged. ‘Nothing ails the environment of this particular site on the planet.'

‘And where is this site located?' Tory queried, having been otherwise engaged perceiving the strong earth
energies emanating towards a dwelling in the distance, which was situated overlooking the river.

‘You are at Shigatse in the Himalayas,' the Count informed.

‘Tibet,' Tory realised, quite overwhelmed by the fact. ‘The roof of the world and the spiritual capital of Gaia. In all my travels I have never been drawn here.' She thought this odd, now, as most of the spiritual doctrine she'd read that corresponded with her own understanding of the cosmos had originated in this place.

‘One is usually drawn here at the end of one's earthly travels,' the Count explained to Tory and then looked back at her husband to answer his query. ‘The reason Shigatse has not been affected by the catastrophes that have plagued the rest of the planet is that the residents of this place will not allow it.' He smiled in closing and continued on his merry way.

As they approached the river, the dwelling came more clearly into view.

Of modest size, the structure appeared not unlike a temple shrine, with its beautiful Burmese-style turrets and tall marble columns supporting the roof on all sides.

The Count continued along the track past the shrine. Tory realised that the powerful energies she'd picked up on, passed through the structure and did not stop there, but flowed on to a destination further afield. From the outside of the little temple, Tory could see several people inside bowed to the ground in silent prayer before an altar that was strewn with fruits, flowers and other offerings and gifts.

‘To whom do they give homage, Count?' Tory caught up to their guide to ask softly.

‘Why, they give homage to the Masters we are here to see,' he informed and pointed to a bridge over a stream just up ahead. ‘The houses where the Masters El Morya and Kuthumi dwell. We'll see them once we round the bend in the ravine just beyond the bridge.'

‘And are they Ray Masters as you are, Count?' Maelgwn took hold of his wife's arm, enjoying their stroll in the mountains immensely.

‘Indeed.' The Count smiled broadly exposing his gleaming white teeth to the daylight. ‘These Masters are brothers and work very closely together. El Morya is the human manifestation or the Chohan of the First Ray of Will-Power. He is the destroyer and has had numerous human incarnations. One you might be aware of is Alexander the Great.'

Tory was stunned, knowing that this mighty leader had been one of her brother's incarnations. ‘So my brother Brian is on Master El Morya's Soul Ray.'

‘Yes, indeed, and has always been. As Lahmu, Brian was the destroyer of the Pantheon,' the Count explained. ‘El Morya's brother, Kuthumi, is the Chohan of the second Ray of Love-Wisdom. As the Master Builder, you can see why he works so closely with El Morya.'

‘Because after destruction there is always new growth and construction,' Maelgwn figured.

The Count nodded. ‘One of Kuthumi's great incarnations was Pythagoras. Still, most of El Morya and Kuthumi's most vital and testing human incarnations
were during the early Mayan and Lumerian periods, as they were needed to advance the human belief system and the consciousness of mankind. Kuthumi works very closely with the Christ consciousness, currently known as the Lord Maitreya.'

‘So was Jesus Christ one of Maitreya's incarnations then?' Tory had to ask, she couldn't resist finding out more about the legend as she had never trusted the Bible's account.

‘No,' the Count replied. ‘But, it was the Lord Maitreya who heavily influenced Jesus for the last three years of that one's life leading up to the crucifixion. It was also the Christ consciousness who overshadowed Jesus during his time on the Cross, in order that he might endure the fourth initiation known as the Great Renunciation. He was the first human being who, in a marathon race of evolution, reached the enlightened state of Christ consciousness to become the way between humanity and the Father's home. Jesus has since taken the fifth and sixth initiations to become the Chohan of the Sixth Ray of Abstract Idealism or Devotion and prefers to be called Sananda these days.'

Tory and Maelgwn were both rather thoughtful after that information and so walked in silence over the bridge, digesting what the Count had said and greatly anticipating the introductions that were forthcoming.

On the other side of the bridge there was a beautifully paved path that ran off in both directions.

‘This way.' The Count headed off up the hill. ‘That which lies downhill is for Kuthumi to disclose to you, not I.'

Tory and Maelgwn hadn't thought to be curious about where the downhill path led, but now they were.

As they rounded the bend in the ravine two houses came into view. These dwellings were much more homely-looking than the pristine little place of homage down the way. Every aspect of their construction was rounded, domed or arched. The dwellings on Kila were built on the same architectural principles but the houses they beheld at present were more old-fashioned and had an oriental influence — if shrunk in size, the houses would be the perfect illustration of what Tory imagined an oriental pixie's dwelling might look like.

‘Amazing,' Tory mumbled, referring not to the dwellings but to the convergence of earth energies that marked this spot as a ley-line crossing and a doorway to the Otherworld. ‘This is the most powerful hotspot I have ever felt. It must be the grand central station of ley crossings.' The atmosphere of the place oozed tranquillity and peace, the like of which Tory had never felt in a conscious state.

‘Not quite,' the Count granted, ‘but Shigatse would be the major station next to grand central, Shamballa, which is very close by here.'

Maelgwn had no knowledge of such a place, but Tory had heard and read about the legends, long ago when she was a student. ‘I was under the impression that Shamballa was just a myth?' She voiced her understanding.

‘To the inept seeker,' the Count reasoned, ‘it may as well be.'

A path led around to a tranquil garden courtyard at the rear of the house, where the Count invited Tory and Maelgwn to be seated.

‘The tea is for you,' the master advised, motioning to a little table where an earthenware tea set was laid out on a tray, with two small bowl shaped cups at the ready and steam rising from the spout of the stout pot.

‘I shall return.' The Count entered the house quietly.

‘Tea then?' Tory did the honours.

‘Definitely.' Maelgwn slouched in his seat and threw back his long dark hair from his face as if the act would clear his mind and help him get a grip on their circumstances. ‘Why do you think we've been brought here?'

Tory finished pouring the tea and, handing Maelgwn's cup to him, she dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘I'd say we're being recruited.'

‘Yes,' Maelgwn agreed, ‘but for what task?'

‘I guess we're about to find out.' She held up her teacup and Maelgwn sat forward to clink her cup with his.

‘This tea is very odd,' Tory decided upon taking several sips, each one having a different flavour. ‘It seems to taste like anything you want it to taste like.'

Maelgwn seemed amused by her comment. ‘I thought I was imagining things.'

Once they'd finished the cupful, both Tory and Maelgwn began to feel a change in their perception.

‘Wow!' Tory put down the cup and gazed about at her surroundings. The colour of everything had intensified; in fact, all of her senses had sharpened. She
felt suddenly detached from her physical surroundings and this inspired much joy and peace in her. ‘That tea is very cleansing,' she commented, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

Maelgwn had his eyes closed and had slouched to a more comfortable seated position once more. ‘Mmmm …'

‘Do not rise.'

Tory looked to the doorway to find that the Count and two other tall gentlemen had emerged, and startled by their presence she went to stand, as did Maelgwn, but hearing the instruction they'd just been given they remained seated and the three men joined them at the table.

 

Even before they were introduced, Tory could easily define which of the Masters governed which Ray, for their attributes were clearly reflected in their assumed human forms.

El Morya was six foot six in height, with the deportment of a general. He spoke in short sharp sentences. His aura was one of overwhelming power and strength, and his commanding countenance invoked the deepest respect. His long, dark, wavy hair was mostly hidden by a white turban, which matched his long white shirt and loose-fitting trousers. A long wavy beard, neatly trimmed, covered a good part of the master's face, whose stern expression did not hide the enlightenment and gentleness that was reflected in his dark brown eyes.

Kuthumi was as tall and noble as his brother, but was of slighter build. His complexion was fairer than
El Morya's, and his golden-brown hair and beard softened his appearance. Out of his eyes of deep blue seemed to flow the love and wisdom of the ages. He was attired in much the same manner as his brother, only the heavier weave of the fabric was dark blue.

‘We are aware that you both aspire to higher work.' Kuthumi got straight to the point, yet his expression was one of patience and he addressed the couple before him very kindly. ‘We are in need of souls of your calibre at present, or we would not have called you back this soon.'

‘Why the alarm, lord?' Maelgwn was naturally worried for his kindred.

‘We are readying the agents of light for a dark event.' He forced a smile, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news.

‘Has this event got something to do with the half-caste Nefilim rebel known as Viper?' Tory was guessing that it did.

‘Viper is an agent for a leading exponent of the Dark Lodge on Gaia, and soon the dark cause will become Viper's cause and he will take up the quest with zeal.'

‘What is the ultimate aim of the Dark Lodge?' Maelgwn asked the question, but both Tory and himself sat forward to hear the answer.

‘To retard the evolution of humanity,' El Morya stated.

Kuthumi anticipated the next question and answered it. ‘To guide mankind to reduce Gaia to a frozen moon, and the planet will be incapable of providing bodies for souls to inhabit … evolution will be
delayed by millions of years; to wipe away the culture of the ages and undo all that the Logoi have created, is the ultimate purpose of the Dark Lodge.'

‘And Gaia is the best place to start glamouring humans into their own destruction.' This was what the Tablet of Destinies had told Tory.

Kuthumi nodded. ‘Hence we need as many enlightened human soul-minds as possible to aid with the behind-the-scenes guidance of humankind.'

‘We wish to be where we will be of greatest service to the Logos,' Tory assured the Masters, who all nodded, aware that her statement was true enough.

‘We are proud of your devotion to the plan,' Kuthumi granted, ‘but this decision is not one to be made blindly. Allow me to enlighten you both as to what would be expected should you choose to take a more causal role in the forthcoming events.' Kuthumi rose; the other two Masters remained seated. ‘Accompany me,' he invited Tory and Maelgwn.

The couple obliged and trailed the master back down the side of the house to a track that led towards the bridge and beyond. Neither Tory nor Maelgwn had noticed that they no longer used their feet to advance, but rather they floated after Kuthumi, propelled forth by their will to know more.

 

On board the Aten, Fallon was not feeling very warmly welcomed. Not one of Viper's kindred to whom she was introduced seemed to have a nice word or kind look for her. Not that Fallon blamed them; after all, her father had deceived and cheated them of life eternal.

Viper's sister, Gazelle, threw Fallon off guard in that the half-caste Nefilim Falcon woman looked so much like Lirathea.

Gazelle's wings sported the same honey coloured plumage as Viper's, but where her brother's quills were short, the quills on Gazelle's head fell all the way down to her waist. Her large almond-shaped eyes were azure blue and were her only angelic feature. Suited up in tight fitting brown leather, Gazelle was far more warrior-like than her Chosen incarnation and her personality was as fierce as her appearance.

‘The Chosen don't betray their own kind,' she stated with suspicion when introduced to Fallon. ‘She's a spy, Viper.'

‘Well, I trust her.' Viper struggled to remain civil with his sister.

‘Do you trust her enough to tell her about our secret weapon?' In mentioning this, Gazelle taunted Fallon and vexed her brother at the same time.