The Cosmic Logos (34 page)

Aegisthus did not have the pure qualities required to channel the angels of the Logos, nor did he know the sacred seals, chants, perfumes and ritual offerings that would allow him to persuade or command the higher angels to his service. The sorcerer had to rely on low-grade elementals to do his dirty work for him. He'd attracted these to his service by sacrificing animals and humans via torturous ritual. Every macabre murder enriched the vitality of these semiconscious vampire-like creations of sorcery. The low-grade elementals would then render the sorcerer service in exchange for this strengthening of their presence in the physical world.

Electra smiled to herself as she was led away by two of the sorcerer's guards. ‘Your days are numbered, Aegisthus.'

‘As are yours, little princess,' he replied. ‘A virgin sacrifice should please my Otherworldly pets no end.'

He made this same threat every time he saw her, but the truth was that Aegisthus would not dare to harm her, lest he anger the spirits of the Logos who used Electra as a channel and confidante. ‘Embrace the one true God, Aegisthus, or —'

‘I am a god!' he roared. ‘As powerful as any of the Nefilim.'

‘The Nefilim are not gods,' Electra commented back to him. ‘They, like you, just like to think they are.' Again she smiled to herself as she left the sorcerer fuming. It was her small way of avenging her father and she endeavoured to rile Aegisthus at every given opportunity.

‘Clytemnestra!' Aegisthus called forth Electra's mother, now that the virgin oracle had departed. ‘Prometheus and Orestes are rallying a force.'

‘You don't know that it was Prometheus that Electra saw in her vision. She didn't mention him by name,' Clytemnestra advised him wisely, as she was bound to do, thanks to a beautiful jewelled necklace that she'd accepted from the sorcerer as a gift. This is how she had been enchanted into betraying her whole family to please a man that she now despised. The charm prevented her from openly expressing her feelings; she was cursed to be forever amiable to her captor.

‘But Prometheus is harbouring your son in the snowy, mountainous region of his kingdom, and is no doubt in sympathy with Orestes's cause to overthrow me,' the sorcerer argued.

‘Well, perhaps you shouldn't have sent your Otherworldly pets to dismember Prometheus's wife,' Clytemnestra commented, and then added quickly to appease her master: ‘Electra also mentioned a maiden with whom Orestes would become enchanted.'

Aegisthus frowned. ‘It is Prometheus we need to enchant. If he ruins Electra she'll be useless as a channel.'

‘But by betraying her vows of chastity to the Logos, Electra would lose the favour of the spirits who protect her and you could make good your threat to feed her to your bloodthirsty pets,' Clytemnestra pointed out, hating herself for her quick, reasoning mind and her greed in accepting Aegisthus's gift all that time ago. Already her husband was dead, her son banished and her daughters imprisoned. She had thought things couldn't get any worse, but she was wrong. ‘And as far as this enchanting maiden goes, why take any risks with the power of her beauty? You are friendly with some of the Nefilim lords who have the know-how to create for you the perfect female for the job. The only thing my son loves more than battle is seeking his pleasure in the female form.'

‘Yes.' Aegisthus rubbed his hands together, his mind ticking over with possibilities. ‘I see what you are driving at.'

‘And what of the spirit's prediction of ruin for Atlantis?' Clytemnestra wondered how the evil magician planned to combat that threat.

‘Ha!' he scoffed. ‘The spirit also said that the Dark Lodge would prevail, and I am the leading exponent,' the sorcerer boasted.

‘Electra said the Black League,' Clytemnestra pointed out.

‘The Black League, the Dark Lodge, same difference,' the sorcerer snapped.

The Dark Lodge was the name that had been given to the order of lords who studied the dark arts of sorcery under Aegisthus. His grandfather, Shu Sar Alaric, who was the first son of the renowned Shu Sar Absalom, had
founded this secret order. When Alaric came to rule Atlantis he despised the High Orders of Helio (the male aspect of the Logos) and Heliona (the female aspect of the Logos) for the secrecy of their doctrine, ritual and purpose. The resident High Priestess at the time Alaric came to rule refused to bend to the new Shu Sar's demands to be taught the sacred ways of her order. Alaric banished her and all of her order, including the Nefilim prophet and teacher, Shu Micah. The temples of learning once dedicated to the different gods in the service of the Logos — deities representing the divine qualities and knowledge of the Master Rays — were reduced to government institutions committed solely to the cause of increasing the size of the Atlantean kingdom. Some of Alaric's own brothers opposed the changes and they died defending the ideals of their father and lost the kingdoms that had been their birthright in the process. There was no stopping Alaric once he'd discovered sorcery and only those who were in the Dark Lodge knew who had instructed the Shu Sar Alaric in the dark arts.

Dark sorcery thrived in Atlantis under Alaric's rule and throughout the reign of the son who succeeded him. The Dark Lodge of the Materialistic came into being and then anyone who did not agree with the Shu Sar became a live sacrifice to feed the elementals that were in the service of the Dark Lodge. Many people fled Atlantis to the native kingdoms beyond Alaric's rule. For young men, women, children and babies, Atlantis became a dangerous place. The innocent were prized as sacrifices for their life force was most invigorating to the
evil elementals, who in turn could grant the sorcerers' ever greater power. This incredible loss of young blood accounted for the huge reduction in numbers of the tall, fair Atlantean people that the native tribes referred to as the Titans. But something became apparent over the two thousand years of blood, lust and greed that followed: the more wretched, bloodthirsty and desire-driven that mankind became, the quicker their physical forms began to age. Absalom had ruled for thousands of years, Alaric ruled for little more than one thousand, and his first son died having only ruled for eight hundred years. The age expectancy of all the Titans reduced in accord with their ruler and their common acceptance of his low values, practices and ambitions. Aegisthus's cousin, Agamemnon, was the next to succeed to the throne, but he was more of a warrior than a conjurer. Whilst Agamemnon was off conquering the native kingdoms with his bare hands, Aegisthus, head of the Dark Lodge and Agamemnon's own cousin, began his takeover bid for rulership.

For thousands of years the virgins of the High Temple were bred purely to be sacrificed for the cause of the Dark Lodge and to be used by the strictly male members of the order for pleasure. All the women had proven useless as seers since the High Priestess and her students had been banished. Until the advent of Electra and her sisters. All seven daughters of the Shu Sar Agamemnon had been proven to have psychic ability, but none so much as Electra, his second born.

Electra had proved from a young age that she'd been granted the ability to speak with the greatest spirits in
the service of the Logos. The spirit Mikhail instructed her of each spirit's function and how they might be summoned. Electra was also educated in the functions of all the lesser spirits and given the know-how to have power over them so as to direct them towards the positive service of mankind. She was warned against the ways of the Dark Lodge by her spiritual advisors and made to vow never to disclose her knowledge of spiritual doctrine to any soul bar her sisters.

Agamemnon never entered the Dark Lodge and was quietly wary of the order. He allowed his daughters to form a separate female order apart from the daughters who served the Dark Lodge and thus his daughters became Agamemnon's own personal seers. However, Agamemnon did not heed his daughter's prophecy to lay down his arms, and make peace with his fellow nations before he lost his own.

The Dark Lodge was now greatly feared throughout the known world — especially after Aegisthus had single-handedly seized the most prized city of them all. And, as any graduate of the order could conquer entire kingdoms with their conjuring and enchantments just as easily as any other, Aegisthus's territory was expanding rapidly.

‘Now, don't try and distract me,' Aegisthus warned Clytemnestra, knowing that this was the only form of defence that his curse had left the woman. He admired her cunning and enjoyed doing battle with it. ‘I must communicate with some of my Nefilim associates at once.' He turned and left his conjuring tower.

Hurry Orestes.
Clytemnestra willed with all her
heart for her son to attack and reclaim his birthright from Aegisthus, even though she knew that Orestes would surely kill her for the part she'd played in his father's murder. It was as the spirit had said: her people had become infatuated with material wealth, and the jewelled necklace around her neck was proof of her own selfish desires. But her daughters were not guilty of this crime. They had spent their lives in the service of the Logos and did not deserve to be condemned with the rest of their nation.
Save them, my son, and I shall die a happy woman.

 

Once returned to the High Temple that now only sheltered herself and her six sisters, Electra made haste to the circular platform located in the middle of the once spectacular abode of worship.

Aegisthus had ordered his elemental forces to strip the jewels from the High Temple to decorate the conjuring tower of the Dark Lodge, which stood high upon a mountain peak overlooking Chailidocean from the west.

The oracle's sisters had been anxiously awaiting Electra's return. ‘Did you discover anything?' Maia, their eldest sister, queried as all the women trailed Electra to the middle of the temple.

‘The escape we've been planning is very close now, but a safe destination still eludes me,' Electra uttered in an aside to her sisters, while she marked out the sacred seal of the spirit whose services she wished to employ. She used a large chalk rock that left a very definite mark on the timber floor, but it would be easy to wash away.

‘Have your senses taken flight?' Maia gripped hold of Electra's hand to stop her completing the symbol. ‘What if Aegisthus comes —'

‘He has other matters to attend to at present,' Electra informed her sister and carried on regardless. ‘I must act quickly while he is distracted.'

‘Orestes is going to attack Chailidocean then?' Taygeta assumed.

‘I have seen it,' Electra confirmed, to her sisters' great relief. She then gave her youngest sister, Celaeno, the list of herbs that she required to call forth the spirit of the Supreme Mysteries.

Maia was even more horrified, as this was the last entity they needed the sorcerer gaining access to. ‘I hope you know what you are doing.'

‘I shall explain all once I am done.' Electra stepped up onto the circular platform and faced the centre, giving the mental command that retracted the dome overhead. Two shafts of light fell at opposing angles across the platform: one beam was cast by the afternoon sun, the other due to the flaming orb in the sky that had been drawing ever closer for as long as they'd been alive. The young oracle focused her attention inward and began the chant that summoned Raziel.

After a time a loud clap of thunder was heard and the two shafts of light miraculously began to merge into one centred beam that was so bright the sisters could no longer see beyond it to the brilliant blue afternoon sky. A winged figure was seen to descend slowly down the shaft of celestial light and land on the
platform before Electra. The oracle immediately fell on one knee before the great spirit and her sisters did likewise.

The huge, glistening being folded his mighty wings away and held up a hand to gesture. ‘Greetings, friends. How can I aid?'

‘Welcome, Raziel. I thank you for responding to my call,' Electra began, keeping her eyes diverted from the being's face. He was a prince among spirits and to meet the gaze of such a powerful being would drive her mortal brain beyond sanity. She was able to recognise the spirit by his voice, his robes and the golden book he carried, which contained the secrets to the mysteries of the universe and the fifteen hundred keys to unlock those mysteries. ‘I seek to know if the Black League and the Dark Lodge are the same order?'

‘No, my friend, they are not,' the spirit replied. ‘The Black League is an underground society formed by the Pleiadeans to oversee intergalactic intelligence here on Gaia.'

‘You mean there are beings from other planets among us besides those of the Nefilim kind?' Electra wasn't too sure what the spirit was inferring.

‘Every being has developed through a series of evolutions on different planets in other star systems on various planes of awareness,' Raziel explained. ‘As the Nefilim made it their business to perfect the human form, other interstellar races made it their business to contribute to human soul-mind evolution by incarnating into the human race. Or they simply assume a human form in order to live amongst the inhabitants
of this planet and influence the development of mankind in both constructive and destructive ways.'

‘Are you saying I could be from another planet?' Electra ventured to ask and the angel was heard to chuckle.

‘Your soul-mind came to this planet from the evolutionary cycle of Venus, which took place eons before this planet became habitable. The Venusians were the result of the interbreeding of the Pleiadean and Sirian settlements on that planet. As you are a Titan in this incarnation, it means that you have Vegan blood in your veins, for they were the original Titans, who stood twenty-five feet tall on average. They made their contribution to your gene pool long ago.'

‘How does the Black League fit in?' Electra attempted to get the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place.

‘Those interstellar intelligences who have not incarnated into human soul-mind evolution maintain their original forms and oversee the development of mankind from their secret bases adrift in deep space and their secret cities deep within the Earth. The Black League is in council at present. I could show you, if you wish it?'