The Dragon Queens (The Mystique Trilogy) (46 page)

Albray was clearly proud to have taken part in such a conception, and his kiss conveyed his love and gratitude for the gift I was to bestow on us both.

By the time Jamila returned the next morning, alone, both Albray and myself were far more at ease.

Since I had confirmed the cause of my nausea, it had ebbed and been replaced by a huge appetite—I swear I had not stopped eating since I’d found out about Tamar. Yes, we had already decided upon a name for our daughter. Albray felt it would be nice to name her after the first child of the Magdalene, for Tamar was an integral Grail Princess that history had denied ever existed. It was also Tamar who had
passed on the Gene of Isis to Albray’s family line and my own.

Jamila was carrying a huge bunch of flowers, which she handed to me. ‘Congratulations on your happy news, from all at project Alkazar.’

I accepted the offering graciously and admired the bouquet. ‘How did this project get the name Alkazar?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know of a god by that name.’

‘
The Secrets of Alkazar
is a children’s book on magic that advises aspiring magicians to pay attention to techniques of misdirection, for an audience will always look where the magician looks and treat as important whatever the magician treats as important. Hence, the magician must never look at what he wants to conceal. The Hall of Records is hidden according to the methods of Alkazar,’ she said in conclusion, and smiled.

‘So you believe Thoth’s chamber is located somewhere away from the main attractions of the Giza plateau?’ I reasoned.

‘Indeed. This is why most investigations into the Giza plateau have come up inconclusive as far as the legendary Hall of Records is concerned, for it is nowhere near the Pyramids or the Sphinx—it is my belief that it is is a gross case of misdirection. However, these markers are still the means to locate the hall in question, if you think like a master architect cum mathematician might. One of the sacred names of the Sphinx is Neb, which means—’

‘The spiralling force of the universe.’ I couldn’t resist the chance to show my knowledge again.

Jamila grinned and nodded. ‘And why should the spiralling force of the universe be associated with the Sphinx?’

I knew the answer to this one too, as I had read Rocky McCollum’s work on the Giza necropolis. ‘The Fibonacci spiral,’ I stated confidently.

Fibonacci, born Leonardo da Pisa in 1175 AD, wrote the
Liber Abaci
in which he outlined a sequence of numbers that begins with 0 and 1, and continues by following the simple rule of adding the last two numbers to get the next—thus the sequence 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 etc. This number sequence was not a new discovery, but rather a rediscovery of the mathematics of Plato’s time and before. The numbers were used in a quadratic equation to find the golden ratio, which is denoted by the Greek letter
phi. Phi
was used as an integral part of the design of ancient Greek architecture, the most famous construction of which is the Parthenon in Athens.

‘In the 1970s, Rocky McCollum noted that you could draw a Fibonacci spiral that would touch the apex of all three of Giza’s Pyramids,’ I said. ‘That spiral folds in on itself at a spot south-east of the Pyramids between the Sphinx and the Nile. Is this where you believe the Hall of Records will be found, at the spot where the spiral ends?’

‘If I wished to hide a great treasure on the Giza plateau, where only the discerning mind might find it, this spot, seemingly in the middle of nowhere and yet so carefully marked, would be my choice,’ Jamila replied. ‘But the Fibonacci spiral is not only the physical mathematical signpost to the Hall of Records, it is also the supernatural key to enter it.’

Now Jamila had lost me and my expression must have reflected this.

‘Long ago, the initiates of Horus were trained to expand their consciousness in a Fibonacci
spiral in order to separate their astral body from their physical, whereby they gained liberty to explore the subtle world hidden within our physical Earth.’

‘You’re talking about astral projection,’ I realised. This was one of the few supernatural talents accredited to my bloodline that I did possess, although I had not utilised the ability since my husband had been awarded a physical form by the Ladies of the Elohim and had ceased to frequent the astral plane.

‘This feat is familiar to you.’ Jamila sounded very sure of this.

‘Yes, but my talent was purely desire-driven.’ I glanced at my husband who was grinning. ‘I have never attempted the feat purely for the sake of it.’

‘Desire-driven, you say?’ Jamila decided to outline what might be of inspiration to me in this instance. ‘Do you not desire that your daughter be born into a world where the will of all humankind is not dictated by a race of beings who would use us as slaves and genetic fodder in order to aid their physical immortality, and thereby damn our own souls forever?’

‘What?’ I had yet to read the entire Persian journal written by my foremother, Lady Ashlee Devere, and so I thought the supposition hysterical and couldn’t repress my chuckle.

Jamila appeared insulted by my reaction. My husband, who had accompanied Ashlee for part of her Persian adventure, did not seem very amused either. He raised his brows and glanced at Jamila apologetically.

‘You believe this claim?’ I asked, bemused.

‘I have personally fought off five Dracon,’ he
confessed, then added, ‘With much help from Lady Devere, of course.’

‘Dracon? Do you mean vampires, like Christian Molier?’ I asked.

Albray shook his head. ‘Christian Molier started out his life as a human. Dracon, on the other hand, have never been human; their genetic roots are reptilian.’

‘There is no connection at all?’ I was surprised.

My husband shrugged. ‘They both have a taste for particular human secretions, and presumably both contributed to the vampire legends through the ages.’

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. ‘Why have you never mentioned this?’

My husband rolled his eyes at the question. ‘I have been operating on the physical plane, on and off, for hundreds of years! We have been together less than six months, so there are bound to be numerous aspects of my experience that we haven’t yet had the chance to discuss.’

I scoffed at his explanation. ‘This is a little more relevant than just your average, run-of-the-mill, general knowledge, don’t you think?’

Albray came clean with the true reason. ‘Our relationship is still new. I didn’t want you thinking you were marrying a lunatic.’

‘I love that you are a lunatic,’ I said, inciting a grin from Albray, ‘but I will never doubt anything you tell me.’ He looked unconvinced. ‘Okay, I know that wasn’t the case when we first met, but you were a
ghost…
any human being is bound to be wary in such circumstances.’

He and Jamila suppressed their amusement, realising I was bordering on information overload again. I ignored their reaction and went on.

‘Here I am, newly pregnant and being told that the planet I live on and the species I belong to are in serious threat of being overthrown by a race of reptilian creatures! So just tell me what we need to do in order to open the Hall of Records.’

‘You and your husband must go to the place marked by the end of the spiral, and then use the spiralling technique to proceed into the hall itself,’ Jamila advised.

‘So it is only our astral forms that have to enter the ancient dwelling?’ I was most relieved not to have to place my child or myself in physical danger.

‘I believe so, but that does not mean there is no risk involved.’ Jamila was quick to correct my misconception. ‘Even using the ancient spiralling technique, people have physically died trying to open the hall. Throughout the ages, one hundred and forty-eight sets of three have attempted to enter Thoth’s chamber and all have perished.’

‘Did you send any of those people to their deaths?’ I asked Jamila.

‘No,’ she assured me.

‘But how can you be so sure that we three are the chosen ones?’ I was feeling panicked now. ‘What if your source is really some shape-shifting vampire, like Molier, posing as an angel to advise you to send us to our deaths?’

‘Because I would see through such a deception,’ Jamila replied calmly. ‘I can clearly see both the blue flame and the violet flame that have ignited in you, due to your love and union with this man.’ She motioned to my husband. ‘Mighty forces that were once dormant in both of you have now been unleashed, and through your love for one another you have been granted the ability to defend and
serve your cause, that of your unique daughter, and indeed the whole planet.’

‘Is that what they told Jesus Christ and the Magdalene, do you think?’ I asked Jamila.

‘Rather interesting that you chose the name of their first daughter for your own,’ she responded, her brows raised.

I hadn’t mentioned our choice of name. ‘How do you know what we plan to call our daughter?’

Jamila only smiled, as if to say ‘Do you really have to ask?’.

‘For as long as this planet has been inhabited, there has been an interstellar war raging between its past and future inhabitants,’ she went on. ‘This conflict has been whittling its way down to a zero point, and that critical point will be realised within the next twenty years. Whether you like it or not, you two are going to be heavily involved in the outcome.’

Albray was nodding slightly, as if conceding that her claim rang true for him. It was easy for him to be so accepting, I thought, having fought his way through so many adventures since the thirteenth century, both on the physical plane and beyond. He was already used to being an interdimensional, time-hopping warrior. But now he had a new priority and I was angered by his apparent disregard for our unborn child.

‘What about the safety of our baby?’ I demanded.

‘Knowledge is the greatest weapon of all,’ he assured me. ‘We cannot protect her from what we do not know about.’

‘Allow me to share what knowledge I have been given about your task, and then decide what level of involvement you will have,’ Jamila requested.

I was silent a moment, considering whether I was capable of processing any more information right now.

‘Surely it would be better to hear Jamila out, so we can make an informed decision as soon as possible?’ Albray suggested, and I nodded.

The prophetess was grateful. ‘I have known for some time that the chosen three would come from the Western world,’ she began. ‘But it wasn’t until word reached me about your victory in the Sinai, Mia, that I suspected you to be one of the flamebearers.’

‘Was it Akbar who told you?’ I asked. I knew that the leaders of the Sinai project had gone to great pains to bury the details of the archaeological dig; only those intimately associated with the project could have known about it.

‘The Magi of Akbar’s order informed me of your service to them, and once I began to investigate you in the Greater Akashic library, much more psychic information was forthcoming—about your husband, your daughter and yourself.’

‘The Greater Akashic library?’ I’d never heard of such a place.

‘Akasha is a planetary recorder cell—a library of knowledge that is sorted in two distinct levels. The Lesser Akashic is fed by the thoughts and emotions of all human consciousness throughout the history of Earth and acts as a frequency consciousness monitor for the entire Earth grid at any given time. The purest knowledge-forms from the Lesser Akashic are transmitted into light inscriptions, which are then “flamed”, or inscribed, into the heart of each crystal in the Greater Akashic field of the recorder cell…so one could say that the Greater Akashic Record is a Light-library.’

‘But if this library is a record of history, and my daughter has yet to be born, how can you have perceived information about her from there?’

‘Time is simultaneous,’ she explained. ‘The Akasha exists in the higher etheric realms outside of time, and therefore past and future are equally realised, although are constantly changing due to developments in the inter-time war.’

I was starting to feel a little ill and really just wanted to go and lie down. ‘How you found us is really not so pertinent right now as what you have planned for us,’ I said, cutting to the chase.

‘Of course.’ Jamila smiled warmly to assure me she understood my impatience. ‘To enter the Hall of Records, you must use the spiralling technique to liberate your subtle body from the physical. Once this is achieved, you will find yourselves in a room constructed of red granite, like that used in the antechamber to the king’s chamber in the Great Pyramid. In the corner of this first room you will encounter a clay pot. I have been informed that this pot is a key for negotiating the way safely through to the Hall of Records. There are three passages leading from this room, and the right person will know how to read what is written on the pot in order to choose the right path. Any but the true flame-bearers will not make it beyond this point. Two of the channels lead to death. And in the case that someone who is not a true flame-bearer makes a lucky guess, the third channel will suck you in and never let you go.

‘The right person will make it to the door beyond the guarded channels and, upon arrival, will produce a particular sound and this sonic frequency will open the door. Beyond is a long hall where the
walls, floor and ceiling emit their own light—it will appear as though the air itself is lit up. Along one wall are etched images of the forty-eight chromosomes of Christ-consciousness, the first of which is the Flower of Life. From this hall, many rooms and passages lead to still more rooms, wherein is stored the physical proof of the technologically advanced civilisations that existed on Earth millions of years before the scope of our current historical record. Among these rooms is a gold stairway with a holograph above it that names the three persons who are appointed to enter. These will not be the names they were born with, but their soul names.’

‘And what is down the stairs?’ I asked as Jamila paused to sip at some water Albray had poured for her.

‘I cannot say. For only those pictured in the holograph are permitted to know.’