The Dragon Queens (The Mystique Trilogy) (34 page)

‘Lust?’ I queried gently. ‘Mere lust could never inspire such devotion as you hold for me.’

He frowned, perplexed, as he came to sit rather heavily on the bed beside me—with no sense of feeling in his physical form, he could not gauge his own force and weight. ‘So you think love is my motivation?’

‘Generally speaking, if all you feel for someone is lust, a sexual union with your desired will often
make that attraction disappear…but love lingers on.’ As I stated my view I felt an intense magnetic energy building between us.

He stared at me with his lilac eyes, appearing baffled by my comment. ‘But we have had no physical union that I am aware of.’

I smiled at my own folly; he had no understanding of emotion, so I could hardly expect him to know I was flirting. ‘That was an invitation, not an observation,’ I said. My anticipation welled as I leaned forward and kissed him—but of course only I really experienced the event.

‘I cannot lay claim to you as I am,’ he said regretfully, and gently urged me back. ‘I can feel nothing, which would be most unpleasant for you.’

‘Then shed your physical form and enter mine,’ I suggested brazenly.

‘I…I would not know what to do. I have never…’ He shied away from saying more.

This only ignited my desire for our union, but I did not want to force myself upon him. ‘As I have had no interest in a human relationship, I am well aware of how to pleasure myself,’ I said, hardly believing my own impudence. ‘Join with me and my pleasure shall become your pleasure and you will know human love.’ I felt that if he was still hesitant I would die of humiliation for being so wanton.

Mathu’s physical form faded to reveal his beautiful semi-transparent Fey being. ‘I am honoured by your gracious invitation and I humbly commit myself into your capable hands,’ he said softly.

He reached out to me, and although I could no longer feel his physical touch, I felt a warm tingling
sensation that excited my senses more than the caress of any human hand. His presence moved further into alignment with my own and the tingling intensified, heightening my sexual arousal. My nightdress was quickly dispensed with, and under the warmth of my bedcovers we explored the hidden depths of our passion. I was so consumed by him that it was hard to determine just who was guiding my hands. My body shuddered in delighted climax too frequently to define one orgasm from the next. The intense emotional and physical stimulation sent my consciousness into a euphoric dream of faraway worlds. I could hear Mathu whispering to me in my mind, his groans of pleasure and release making me all the more aware of my delight. I had never before had cause to consider how truly sacred the male and female union was, but somewhere in the midst of our delirium Mathu and I discovered love.

When Mathu’s soul-mind departed my body, he was as giddy as a schoolboy and grinning from ear to ear. ‘Happiness,’ he said, and pointed to himself to indicate another higher emotion that he was experiencing for the first time as a result of our union.

I rolled on my side to face him as he lay on the bed beside me. He was still dressed in his green Anu attire—belted pants, shirt, vest and boots—which seemed either too old-fashioned or too modern for this age. ‘You have never experienced happiness?’ I asked.

He shook his head, his new and thrilling emotions made plain in the way his eyes adored me. ‘You have again set me on the em-bed-path. Long
ago, you taught me what it was to be compassionate, and now you have taught me what it is to feel love.’

I was flattered by his adoration, but I could not accept it. ‘You made the choice to feel.’

‘Because you inspire me,’ he argued as I rose to dress. I wanted to remain shut away in my room with my new lover, but I had to relieve Lady Susan from her shift recording my mother’s experiences in the Halls of Amenti.

‘You inspire me too,’ I said, pulling on a warm dress over my nightshirt, as had been the fashion decades before Victoria’s rule. ‘What is the em-bed-path?’

My mother’s ghostly knight unexpectedly appeared in my room before Mathu could answer, discovering me still buttoning up my dress. His glance flew to Mathu, still floating on my bed.

Why are you here?
Albray demanded of my lover.

‘He is here at my invitation,’ I answered. ‘Why are you here?’

I promised your mother I would protect you.
The knight’s displeased expression was still aimed at Mathu.

‘Mama may have allowed you to meddle in her private affairs, but I would rather you did not meddle in mine,’ I stated bluntly, finally gaining the knight’s full attention. ‘You are not my father.’

Not yet,
Mathu uttered in amusement.

‘I gather my aunt is ready for a break?’ I asked, attempting to ease the tension.

If you would be so kind.
Albray backed off and vanished through the wall of my room.

‘My reprimand might have been a little harsh,’ I considered in retrospect. ‘Still, what right has he to
judge me, having lusted after my mother all those years?’

‘He was only recognising a kindred spirit in her, and in you,’ Mathu said.

I thought back to Mathu’s jovial comment. ‘He’s not my father yet…are you implying that Albray will be my father in a future life?’

When Mathu nodded I did not believe him. ‘But the knight’s soul is trapped in the afterlife by a vow he made to the Ladies of the Elohim.’

‘Your next mother will release him from that obligation,’ Mathu assured me. ‘Half of your perfected human incarnation lies within him.’

‘I had best start being a little nicer to him then,’ I grinned.

‘Me too,’ joked Mathu, ‘if our love is to be realised in this life and the next.’

The suggestion was so romantic that I shed a tear. I had been waiting so long for love to come my way that the idea that not even death would separate us was deeply comforting.

‘So even once I’ve died and been reborn again, with no memory of you, you will still be watching over me?’ I said.

‘Yes, I will,’ Mathu vowed, and then grinned at the irony. ‘And so will he.’ He nodded towards the spot on the wall where Albray had taken his leave.

I am compressed in utter darkness—motionless, powerless, formless—and yet semi-conscious and without fear. This is only a state of transition, an etheric membrane between my angelic existence and the lowest etheric world of the lowest dimensional universe, where all life must endure and adapt to the primordial elements that compose a physical existence. I am now to become a participant in my own experiment, but I am not alone. All eleven of my collaborators on the Amenti Project believe as strongly as I do that we can protect the lost souls of Tara and show them the way home.

I have yet to pass fully through the membrane between dimensions for I still remember that I am one of the Ceres, a race evolving on Tara’s astral globe, who have progressed through physical evolution to become spirit beings and guardians to
the human beings still living on Tara. The Ceres existed long before the cataclysm on Tara that now occupies all our time and effort.

In the wake of the planetary disaster my people selected a council of technologists and scientists to work in conjunction with the Elohim’s Interdimensional Association of Free Worlds to create the technological and biological means to salvage the missing part of Tara’s morphogenetic blueprint and rescue our lost soul-minds from the lower-dimensional universe into which they had been cast during the cataclysm.

Up until recently the members of the Amenti Council were overseeing the salvage mission from Tara. We were able to execute the construction of the Amenti system by will alone, so our personal presence in the lower harmonic universe was not required, nor even considered. There were many complications involved in the descent of a being from the second harmonic universe into the denser, primal universe below ours—as Tara’s lost soulminds had discovered. It had been a mistake on our part to trust the lower harmonic manifestations of our Anunnaki adversaries, the Anu, with the task of perfecting the physical bodies for our kindred, but the Elohim senate had demanded this cooperation, believing it was integral to avoiding a repeat of the war between the humans under our guidance on Tara and the Anunnaki settlers on our planet that had led to Tara’s partial destruction.

The twelve members of the Amenti Council, six male, six female, decided to take matters into our own hands. I, Solarian, made a pact with my partner, Polaris, and our fellow council members, Dexter and Vespera, Arcturus and Meridon, Levi
and Thana, Castor and Talori, Zalman and Denera, that we would commit our souls to the Sphere of Amenti in order to incarnate on Earth and lead our people home.

We were none too eager to welcome the Anunnaki Queen, Kali, and her prince, Mathu, when they arrived on Tara to discuss a salvage proposal for the Nefilim. This scheme involved building a direct porthole between Earth’s etheric realms, that could be accessed via the planet’s core and the astral realm of Sirius B that bypassed the physical plane altogether. Through this porthole, dubbed ‘the Hall of Amorea’, the souls of the fallen Nefilim, Dracon and Anunnaki might be channelled back to their rightful evolution through their Anu soul group on Sirius B. Kali and Mathu hoped to incorporate their Hall of Amorea into the Amenti Project.

‘What will set you apart from any of the other human souls floundering through the primordial darkness and despair on Earth?’ the Anunnaki Queen asked. ‘You will be as lost as the mortals you seek to save. But build our Hall of Amorea and we will draw the Nefilim and the Dracon back to their Anu soul group in the subtle realm, from where they will assist you to remember your quest and provide you with the means to carry it out.’

However, the twelve members of the Amenti Council were not yet ready to trust the word of an Anunnaki.

‘Your Nefilim have damned themselves to oblivion and are abusing every human being they can breed!’ Polaris voiced what we were all thinking. ‘What makes you think the Nefilim can
be persuaded to give up their ORME addiction and return to their Anu soul group?’

‘We propose to commit our soul-minds to the blue flame at the same time as you do,’ Kali explained, gesturing to her prince and herself.

‘But that would alter the morphogenetic code in all of us!’ Castor, our chief genetic engineer, protested.

‘Only from where the Blue Flame of Amenti resides in the astral realm downwards, and this mutation would affect us fourteen only,’ Kali pointed out.

‘And we can borrow from each other’s morphogenetic code in order to gain an advantage over our adversaries on Earth,’ Polaris mused, following the Anunnaki Queen’s train of thought.

Kali nodded. ‘You will be able to draw on Anunnaki intellect and psychic expertise, which your kind do not possess on a physical level. And we will be awarded a more highly developed emotional body than any of the Anunnaki souls who currently reside on Earth.’

‘Not to mention that you’ll be the only Anunnaki with the ability to incarnate into the human race,’ the more spiritually minded Denera pointed out.

‘A necessary event to allow me to pass back through the Halls of Amenti,’ Kali replied.

I needed to know if this offer was worth considering. I turned to our genetic engineer. ‘Castor, how will we unscramble our genetic codes upon our return through the Sphere?’

Castor thought a while. ‘I could create a smaller flame of higher frequency that could be placed
inside the blue flame to house the morphogenetic information of just us twelve plus these two extra souls. If we take a snapshot of our individual morphogenetic codes before our departure, the Amenti system will be able to restore the code to normal upon our return.’ Castor looked pleased, until he considered a possible complication. ‘However, we would all have to pass back through the blue flame together—if any one of us was missing, we would all be stuck in the lower harmonic universe indefinitely.’

Kali nodded. ‘This, then, is how you can trust the word of the Anunnaki, for if you all perish, then so do we.’

‘But how do you plan to fulfil that promise?’ I asked. ‘You will forget who you really are, just as we will.’

Kali smiled. ‘I have an ally in the lower harmonic universe who will remind me. He will father and protect us all.’

I knew the ally to whom she referred—we all did, for mankind had only one true advocate among the Nefilim, and that was Enki.

So Kali’s Hall of Amorea was built, and now find myself in a dark limbo between worlds, wondering if I will ever find my way back home.

You are my home and I am yours. We can do this,
I recalled my beloved Polaris saying.

Polaris!
I wanted to call through the darkness.
I want to be delighted by your presence once more. I will not forget you.
I clung to an image of him, attempting to burn it into my soul, as my conscious memory of my previous existence was swept away in a rush of movement and light.

Beyond the stifling blackness of density
are my crude elementary beginnings.
Large, sexless and gossamer am I,
and completely etheric in nature.
I am really nothing more than a gigantic phantom,
swaying and drifting in the dense atmosphere
of the seething primordial seas.
My form is not fixed in shape or colour,
but it holds the promise of what will become a
human being.

Clumsy, passive and near-senseless, I hold only a vague consciousness of fire as it warms my being into activity, inspiring an aspiration to communicate with my outer world. Many ages pass and my form develops an ability to stand, walk, run, recline and fly, but even so I am but a shadow with no rational mind.

Over time a great transformation occurs and the imperishable form of my first root race incarnation splits into two distinctly different forms: one active, one passive; one electric, one magnetic; one of water, one of fire; one white with a connection to the moon, one yellow-orange with a connection to the sun. Thus, the bodies of my second root race incarnations are born.

I take on a vaguely human-like form, which is still gaseous in appearance and completely sexless. I develop a sense of touch and thus I feel the lapping of the waters, the roar of the winds and the warmth of fire. My hearing is more acute now and my fellow incarnates call to me in flute-like notes, stirring in me emotions that well from a mysterious spring
hidden deep within me, within us all. A dreamy enjoyment of life fills me with delight, but neither pleasure nor pain is stimulated by external sources for I am still a product of above and not below.

I drift, I float, I glide and climb through the sunlit creepers of dazzling, vibrant blooms, and over many aeons the elements of nature harden my outer shell.

The oscillation rate of my atomic consciousness altered and I was deposited back into the entrance chamber to the Halls of Amenti.

‘That was horrific!’

I leaned forward to clutch my knees and steady myself. My subtle form had undergone a massive expansion; I truly felt I had been stretched across aeons and robbed of my individuality and sexuality.

‘The first porthole leads to the etheric existence of the first two root races, which are the most alien and unfathomable consciousnesses in comparison with your own, so the experience is bound to be a little uncomfortable,’ Sinclair explained as he waited for me to regain my composure. ‘The first hall also spans the greatest period of Earth time. Be assured that your next experience will not leave you feeling so…stretched.’

‘But I felt so powerless, so ineffective and willless,’ I exclaimed.

‘Of course you did. You were little more than a sexless, shapeless, elemental phantom beginning to develop a sense of the world around you.’ My handsome friend smiled sympathetically; perhaps he had felt this same doubt at this stage of his journey through Amenti’s halls, I thought. ‘But you will never be will-less again,’ he went on. ‘You
developed and perfected that attribute many, many lifetimes ago and it can never be taken from you.’

As the experience played out in my mind’s eye, I realised that the first porthole had taken me much further back in time than I had expected. ‘I remember being Solarian,’ I gasped, excitement welling in my chest, ‘before I even came to Earth.’

‘What do you recall?’ he asked.

I struggled to focus on the memory. ‘A meeting…between the Queen and Prince of the Anunnaki and the Amenti Council…’ I paused to smile as in my vision I saw myself glance around the conference table at my fellow Council members. ‘I recognise most of the Council members, for they are souls I knew in life,’ I said, and tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks. ‘You are there, and Levi, Albray, Zalman, Susan—’

‘Is your daughter Charlotte present?’ Sinclair prompted.

‘No,’ I said, disheartened.

‘Are you sure?’ the captain teased.

‘Oh my,’ I gasped as I spied her. ‘She is Kali, the Queen of the Anunnaki.’ Just as Mathu had claimed. ‘And Mathu is her prince.’ My heart jumped into my throat upon knowing that Charlotte, who had never been interested in marriage, would find love after all.

‘And what of the meeting?’ Captain Sinclair gently guided me towards drawing the more relevant data from my experience.

‘Do you remember it?’ I asked, wondering if I was being tested or pumped for information.

‘Yes,’ he confirmed. ‘And it is my aim to see if you recall all that I did…or more perhaps?’

‘The meeting took place following the Draconian uprising on Earth,’ I said.

‘Yes.’

I walked over to take a seat on the side of the pool in the middle of the chamber and the captain joined me. ‘A deal was struck,’ I remembered. ‘It was a dangerous proposal, for souls had never descended through the Sphere of Amenti before, as I designed it for—’

I broke off, shocked to realise that I had been one of the master architects of this place.

‘Amenti was designed for ascension
from
Earth,’ I continued, ‘so in order for our angelic souls to descend
to
Earth, another flame of a higher frequency had to be created. This violet flame was inserted inside the Blue Flame of Amenti to house our twelve souls plus the two Anunnaki souls.

‘Did I forget anything?’ I asked, wondering how my memory had stood up against his.

‘Only that because we twelve plus two souls descended through into the Amenti scheme together, we must also return through the porthole together.’

I gasped, realising the implications. ‘So if even one of us is lost, our morphogenetic structures will not re-separate properly when we try to return to Tara via the violet flame, and we will all be stuck here!’

‘Fortunately, we are all still doing well at this time,’ the captain reassured me. ‘That is what is meant by the term flame-bearer: Charlotte will be the violet flame-bearer, which is the key to Amenti for all of us.

‘There are three flame-bearers needed to unlock the Hall of Records in preparation for the opening
of Amenti. The carriers of the orange and blue flames are Amenti Council members, which ensures that the Anunnaki cannot betray us again, for they cannot open the Amenti complex without those two flame-bearers, and the Sphere of Amenti cannot be accessed without all twelve of our Signet stations being activated first.’ Sinclair sounded very proud of our safety measures.

‘All for one and one for all,’ I concluded, and looked to the next porthole.