‘Are you implying that those codes have been standing since before this planet even manifested in the physical world?’ I asked.
‘No. That hall was built on Tara and then manifested here when part of Tara’s light-body was forced down into this physical level to merge with Earth.’
‘But wouldn’t the guardian beings have seen the disaster coming?’ Taylor rationalised, not sure if he believed the tales our guide was spinning.
‘Indeed, which is why the Sphere of Amenti was created and placed within the Earth in this harmonic universe before the catastrophe happened in the next.’
‘But…?’ My mind struggled to absorb all the information.
‘When you have access to the time matrix such tasks are not as complicated as they sound,’ Levi said. ‘How can you expect to grasp the mechanics that exist beyond this universe, when you do not even fully comprehend the mechanics that exist within this one!’
Miss Koriche was quick to take advantage of the pause in the conversation, undeterred by the demi-god’s irritation. ‘What is the Sphere of Amenti?’
The entity sighed, clearly expecting his explanation to raise more questions than it would answer. ‘The Sphere of Amenti is a time portal linking Earth to Tara’s distant past; through it the lost portion of Tara’s consciousness can ascend to its original soul matrix. This re-evolution was intended to be a speedy affair; however, interfering forces have caused the project more than a few setbacks.’
The entity paused a moment, looking grave; perhaps deciding whether or not to expand on these setbacks. He chose to continue his tutorial on Amenti. ‘Within the Amenti system are portholes that have become known as the Halls of Amenti, but in truth they are inter-time passageways that one must pass through in order to ascend from Earth back to Tara.’
‘And the portal to Amenti is at Giza?’ I clarified.
Levi, having led us to a double doorway at the end of a corridor, came to a stop and turned about. ‘The entrance to the Amenti system is to be found beneath Giza, yes.’ He looked back to the doors and raised a hand.
The doors parted wide to reveal a huge circular shrine of cathedral-like proportions, carved out of the natural rock. Absolutely every feature had a slight curve to it. There was a round altar in the centre, in the middle of which stood a large metal bowl filled with oil—a light source. However, as Levi had supplied us with our own light we didn’t need to ignite it.
Near the central altar stood an oval-shaped sarcophagus, adorned with a full-body sculpture of the occupant encased in solid gold. The hands of the sculpture held a book with a cover of solid emerald.
Miss Koriche inspected it.
‘The Emerald Book of Thoth!’ she gasped. She moved closer, unable to resist admiring the treasure. ‘How do you intend to destroy that?’
‘The value of this work is not in its appearance,’ Levi warned. ‘Becoming bewitched by its beauty is the first step down its dark path.’
‘It is the knowledge therein that I will regret the loss of,’ Miss Koriche assured the entity. ‘Women are not like men: we see value in very different things. But of course you know that; it is why you chose to direct all your doctrine towards men! Mankind, my brothers, my fathers and so on,’ she quoted. ‘Not one mention of the special place the female plays in the higher order of evolution!’ Obviously Miss Koriche had experienced a quiet wake-up call since learning about Thoth’s corruption of ancient doctrine and was now keen to serve the entity a piece of her mind. ‘It was such a subtle mutation of information, but it planted the seed for a division that has grown like a thorny briar within humanity, elevating man to be a son of God and crippling womankind to this day! And thus began the male elitist rule of this Earth, and all of the male-dominated secret societies and religions. Women became an inferior slave class, and yet it is she who carries the sacred genetic codes in her blood. The balance must be restored!’
The scribe’s focus again settled on his treasure. ‘The higher echelons agree with you,’ he said.
‘Wait one moment.’ Taylor spoke up. ‘I am wondering…if you were repentant before you died, then why did you not destroy the dangerous text back then? Why run the risk of the wrong person finding it? Could it be that you were not supposed to destroy it?’
‘With all due respect to your cunning mind, Mr Taylor, I believe that if you wait just one moment, you will see why this particular period was chosen for the termination of this treasure.’ Levi looked to Miss Koriche, who was closest to him. ‘Are you ready to see how I shall dispose of this?’ His tone implied he was about to perform a favourite party trick.
Miss Koriche merely nodded, unwilling to expose her anticipation.
‘Then,’ he glanced to each of us in turn, ‘quiet, please.’
The entity within Levi again focused on the book of Thoth and muttered something at lightning speed under his breath that was inaudible over the sound of his deep, rhythmic breathing. The treasure dissolved into light, which gathered in a sphere before Levi whilst the physical composition of the book crumbled into a pile of ash.
‘This is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth,’ the entity intoned. He seemed to struggle with his intent a moment, then he abruptly cast the sphere towards Miss Koriche. The ball of light turned to a stream in transit and fed itself into the woman’s subtle energy system via her heart centre. ‘Let us see if womankind will fare any better at producing an uncorrupted translation,’ he said.
‘What are you doing?’ I cried, alarmed for both Miss Koriche and my yet-to-be-born grandchild. We had only this entity’s word that his book contained the whole truth; he could have been instilling the Satanic bible in the woman for all I knew.
The entity completely ignored my request for information; I needed to do something else to secure his attention. The only thing he seemed to care about was the necklace Miss Koriche had given him. I reached out with the right arm of my subtle body and gripped the pendant on its chain about my son’s neck, but before I could rip it from its mooring, the arm of Levi’s subtle body reached out and clutched the pendant too. Now it was suspended in mid-air, just short of snapping the chain that bound it to my son’s body.
‘Without the pendant your son loses his perception and all influence over me,’ the scribe warned, straining under the duress of performing two psychically challenging tasks at once. ‘I am trying so very hard to adhere to my mission.’
I did not let go, for how was I to know that the pendant was responsible for locking Levi out of his own form? Perhaps it was a trigger to aid the great scribe to remember some other cause he might have, pertaining to his Old World agenda?
‘I was instructed by the Staff of Amenti to bequeath this knowledge to the closest human to me once I held the text in my hands,’ he went on, ‘and fate has chosen this woman as the recipient, not I.’
He sounded rather convincing, but still I held onto the pendant.
‘Would you allow this knowledge to be lost for all time at the risk of trusting me for a few moments?’ he pleaded.
I let go of the pendant and it dropped back into place. The light stream vanished completely into Miss Koriche’s light-body and Mr Taylor ran to catch her as she passed out.
‘I am not afraid of you, scribe,’ I warned.
‘Your anger will only feed the problem,’ he warned me back.
‘I do not take kindly to being played for a fool. Miss Koriche and her unborn child are my concern, and when you threaten those in my charge, I am bound to protect them.’
‘I have not harmed them,’ he replied. ‘Miss Koriche is perfectly well.’
I moved to check Miss Koriche’s vital signs as Taylor gently lowered her body to the ground. ‘And we are expected to believe that all is as you say?’ I challenged the entity.
‘What choice do you have? It is done.’ The scribe moved towards the only door in the shrine.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Lord Devere demanded.
‘We have an appoint
ment at Giza,’ the entity replied, not breaking his stride.
‘We do?’ My husband was curious about the ‘we’ in the equation.
‘This body and myself.’
As Levi passed by, Lord Devere took hold of his arm and brought him to a standstill. ‘That body is not going anywhere without us.’
The entity looked to his restrained limb, then up the arm of the culprit to stare him in the face. ‘This vessel is vital to the stability of the Earth grid at this time. Some are most eager to see it put in place…and others are just as eager to prevent placement. Which are you?’
Lord Devere considered this a very good question, and allowed his hold on Levi to lapse. He looked to me, and I nodded that I was satisfied that Miss Koriche seemed to be breathing normally, despite her fitful slumber.
We knew so little about this interplanetary genetic war that had apparently been waging beneath the surface of the Earth since before recorded history, that neither my husband nor myself could give an answer.
‘So you see,’ said the scribe, in the absence of a response, ‘if you could accompany me to Giza—which you cannot, as I intend to utilise subatomic shortcuts that are not open to you because of the seal you all carry within your astral bodies—you would find nothing to reassure you of your son’s wellbeing, nor would you be awarded the opportunity to converse with him. For all I am doing is delivering his body to an interdimensional regeneration station, where it will remain until such time as it is again needed by its owner.’
‘I cannot and will not entrust the safekeeping of my son’s earthly vessel and spiritual wellbeing to you.’ Lord Devere was adamant.
Levi indicated Miss Koriche’s gift to him. ‘As long as I wear this pendant,’ he said, ‘it is I who am in your son’s safekeeping. But I have ancient genetic information that the Staff of Amenti need to complete their quest, so, please, I must depart.’
But my Lord Devere was still not prepared to trust the demi-god, and neither was I. ‘What would happen if Levi’s body did not join the grid?’ he asked.
‘Pole shift,’ the entity replied bluntly. ‘The Earth will tilt on its axis and all surface life will cease to exist.’
‘Surely you are joking?’ Mr Taylor rejected the suggestion as outlandish. ‘I cannot believe—’
‘I wish I had the luxury of indulging your beliefs and concerns,’ the entity replied, clearly fed up. ‘But it is not beneficial to my mission for you to put the decoder at risk by accompanying me.’
‘The decoder?’ Lord Devere frowned, wondering what the entity was on about now.
‘No more time,’ the scribe decreed. ‘You must rest.’
The light that had been guiding our movements through the labyrinth suddenly flared and stunned us all into joining Miss Koriche in the land of slumber.
It was Miss Koriche who awoke first, and in more than one regard. For while she slumbered, she had been translating and processing massive amounts of ancient esoteric information, as we were all soon to discover.
‘The scribe has left us,’ she advised as she shook me to consciousness. Her claim certainly served to wake me with a start.
Lord Devere prised open his weary eyelids. ‘But he left the light, I see.’
‘How long have we been unconscious?’ I asked once we had helped one another to our feet.
Lord Devere checked his pocket watch. ‘It can’t have been long,’ he noted.
I swayed, tempted to collapse back to the floor for more rest. ‘What hope have we of catching him when we cannot reach Giza via the same otherworldly shortcuts he has taken?’
‘I believe I know of a way we can use the said passages,’ Miss Koriche advised. ‘However, we are, as you suspect, pushed for time.’ She reached down a hand to aid Mr Taylor to his feet.
‘But the astral seal—’ I began.
Miss Koriche held up a hand to allay my concern. ‘Fear not,’ she said. ‘I’ll explain en route to the Hall of Time Codes.’
‘Of course!’ I uttered, for the scribe had stated that the codes could remove all the unnatural seals from the subtle bodies. ‘But how do you know how the time codes work?’
‘We only need to utilise one of the codes to achieve our goal in this instance,’ Miss Koriche explained. ‘So, if you will all follow me.’
As we moved through the underground maze, following the light sphere and our new guide, Miss Koriche described how she was now aware of the information within the Emerald Book. ‘Nevertheless, I have much clearing and realignment work to do on my subtle bodies before I will be able to translate all of the information that has been bestowed upon me,’ she finished.
‘So you are the decoder the scribe spoke of?’ Mr Taylor asked, his tone one of awe.
Miss Koriche merely winked in response and kept us moving.
I had to admit that the scribe did not seem to have harmed Miss Koriche; in fact, I had never seen her so vibrant and jovial. The universe may have taken the love of her life from her, but it had also awarded her the opportunity to rewrite history and correct the imbalance of the sexes that she felt so passionate about.
Once we reached our destination, Miss Koriche moved down the centre of the huge hall, eyeing each code. When finally she reached the far end of the hall, she was confused. ‘I don’t understand; I felt sure the code was among these.’
‘His royal godliness said that there were only twelve codes,’ Taylor reminded her. ‘And all twelve are plainly visible.’
‘That’s it!’ Miss Koriche gasped, startling us all. ‘So sorry,’ she said. ‘I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just so exciting when I remember things I didn’t know I knew.’ She strode into the middle of the hall. ‘In response to your statement about the twelve codes, Mr Taylor, the thing you have to consider is that our friend the scribe has a reputation for telling half-truths.’
In between the two sets of three codes displayed on the right-hand side of the hall was a large blank space, and it was here that Miss Koriche focused her concentration.
REVELATION 14
THE THIRTEENTH PILLAR
‘In addition to the twelve time codes, there is an additional code,’ Miss Koriche explained, ‘the thirteenth pillar. It is an activation code known as Ec-ka-sha, which means void, pre-light, pre-sound. The Eckasha must be re-embedded within the genetic memory before any of the other codes can be integrated and utilised.’
‘And how does this re-embedding occur,’ Mr Taylor asked. ‘It sounds painful.’
Miss Koriche held up a finger to beg his patience. ‘First things first.’ She looked back to the blank wall before her and began to chant in a foreign dialect. Her voice was lovely and very powerful. She repeated the chant exactly the same each round, so I felt I could safely assume that it was designed to create a very specific sonic vibration—much like the ‘Om’ chant, only longer.
‘Unbelievable,’ Mr Taylor murmured under his breath as the light-filled lines of the colourful code manifested upon the blank wall before us.
This code took the shape of a teardrop, which was also a flame; its primary outlining colour was brilliant blue with a pale shade of green beneath.
‘The blue flame,’ Lord Devere breathed. ‘This was mentioned in the tablets at Ur as representing the key to evolution. It resides in Amenti, or something to that effect.’
Miss Koriche broke from her chanting. ‘Yes, the blue flame represents the Staff of Amenti and grants access to the frequency bands of the dimensions of the harmonic universe where Tara resides. So, in effect, this code opens the gateway home to Tara.’
She returned her focus to the fully manifest Eckasha code and resumed her chant. To the naked eye, nothing more transpired, but via the perception of my third eye I saw some major construction taking place within and around Miss Koriche’s form.
With one last deep breath, Miss Koriche turned to us and said, ‘There, my vehicle is in place. Now, who shall be next?’ When we all appeared a little overawed by the task at hand, she added, ‘I can talk y
ou through the procedure step by step.’
Her assurance was met with sighs of relief, and we each assured Miss Koriche that we were more than eager to try our hand at this new esoteric science of photosonics—particularly Mr Taylor, as there was no way he was being left behind in this underground maze alone.
As Miss Koriche led me through the visual and mental exercises that were required to embed the Eckasha code and clear the seal that was binding my astral form, the blanks of my perception of Miss Koriche’s activation exercise were filled in. The drawing-in of the code into the subtle bodies was all done through will and visualisation.
Once Lord Devere and Mr Taylor had been led through the activation exercise, we were all rather euphoric, but there was no time to stand about discussing the wonder of our new state of being. Every second we wasted reduced our chances of catching the scribe, who now had over an hour’s start on us.
Miss Koriche led us back into the underground maze, clearly confident about our destination. After some time, she pointed to the end of the corridor we were following, where a large archway opened into a huge cavernous region. ‘Not much further now,’ she said.
When we reached the archway, we saw that the roof rose so high above us that it wasn’t clearly visible in the light of the floating orb that illuminated our way. It was the same with the floor of the cavity. From the archway where we stood, stairs led down to a long, thin bridge of earth; it looked to be a natural formation, despite its neat situation between the descent stairs and the archway located on the far side of the great dark void. There was light beyond the opening on the far side of the bridge, but we could not make out the source from this distance.
‘Well, I think I can safely say that I have shed my childhood phobia at last,’ Mr Taylor announced. ‘That stint through the maze did not inspire the slightest dread.’
‘That is because the subtle shield you have placed around yourself has released you from the delusion of physical mortality, which is the root of all fear,’ Miss Koriche informed him, smiling. ‘Unconsciously you are already making contact with your interdimensional counterparts, all the way back to the source, and with that inner confirmation your being can no longer fear for this life. For you instinctually remember that your time here on Earth is but a precarious, yet vital mission, which, once completed, will allow your soul-mind to rejoin your consciousness vessel on Tara.’