‘Killian’s dark half didn’t like giving blood,’ Castor explained, far more interested in the magnified holographic blood sample he was viewing at his work station.
I was appalled, as Lugh had spent twenty-odd years teaching Killian how to avoid engaging his dark half. ‘You didn’t make him regress, did you?’
‘It was only for a couple of minutes,’ Killian said in defence of Castor’s actions. ‘It was fine really, and I’m curious to know more about me too.’
‘This is just incredible,’ Castor said, beckoning the captain and me to join him around the holograph. He indicated the image of a DNA strand. ‘Average human DNA,’ he stated. ‘And this is Killian’s DNA.’ Another two double helixes entwined into the existing double helix to form a six-strand DNA code.
‘And this is what happens when Killian channels the Sanat Kumara.’ Castor gave a telepathic command and the six DNA strands doubled and rebraided to form a twelve-strand DNA code.
Fortunately, I had an understanding of ascension dynamics, which enabled me to understand the DNA braiding process. There was a double helix for each of our bodies—the physical, the emotional or astral, the mental, the causal, the spiritual and the monadic. Beyond this point, the being reached a state of complete enlightenment whereby it transcended into the higher evolutionary scheme of the next harmonic universe. As each body developed, another double helix activated within the non-coding DNA the being already carried. Even the most modern technology on this planet could not detect the presence of these bodies nor follow their development, as our current scientific community was still oblivious to their existence. Fortunately for us, the races that chaired the guardian councils of our Signet stations were not so spiritually ignorant and had developed technologies that assisted the staff of Amenti to do their jobs here on Earth.
‘Twelve-strand DNA,’ Castor concluded. ‘We staff members average about a ten-strand genetic code.’
‘Christ!’ The captain’s eyes shot to Killian, who smiled broadly at him.
Castor held up a finger. ‘Not exactly, as this is what happens when Killian switches to his dark half.’
The holograph of the twelve-strand DNA code shrivelled to a mere two-strand code, way lower in frequency than the average human being who normally sported four- to six-strand DNA.
‘Oh dear,’ Polaris said. ‘That makes him a huge security risk.’
‘I am in control, Captain,’ Killian pleaded his cause. ‘Please let me do this. How else am I to prove myself an ally?’
‘You have already proved it,’ I reassured him, but Killian was more interested in convincing the males on staff of his allegiance.
He looked over at the room of technological wonders across the transparent walkway. ‘There must be some sort of restraining device in amongst that lot. I’ll risk anything, swallow anything, wear anything you like, just let me go.’
Polaris was thinking, but Killian took his silence to mean he was still reluctant.
‘If Tamar hadn’t cared enough to come after me, I’d still be on the inside,’ he argued.
‘And now you want to go back in,’ Polaris responded. ‘You could end up right back where you started!’
‘Lamhfada has taught me the art of psychic self-defence,’ Killian countered. ‘I don’t fear the Nefilim any more, and, more importantly, I don’t hate them. They no longer hold any power over me.’
Polaris still wasn’t sure. ‘I need…’
‘Hello,’ a voice interrupted.
‘…Levi,’ Polaris said with a grin as his first mate entered the laboratory.
‘It seems the Montauk Project was finally shut down in 2003,’ Levi said sheepishly, having acted contrary to our objective—not to change events in the past.
‘It certainly seems that way,’ Polaris replied, reserving judgement.
‘The good news is it’ll probably take HAARP a few days to get back online, so we’re off the radar for a while.’ Levi smiled, hoping to avoid a reprimand.
‘Then we should get moving.’ Polaris headed towards the door. ‘Better get our new teammate a suit,’ he said to Levi on his way past, who looked stunned to hear Killian described that way.
‘So I can go?’ Killian sounded hopeful.
‘I’m sure Levi can come up with some way of ensuring your loyalty,’ Polaris said, and glanced to Levi, who didn’t ask questions, just nodded.
‘I think we still have some remotely detonated liquid-light capsules that we used on Taejax when first he joined our ranks,’ Levi suggested.
‘Make it happen yesterday,’ said the captain. ‘We still have three stations to activate.’
Once Killian was suited up and had recovered from the novelty of being able to transform his attire at will, Levi gave him a capsule of liquid light to swallow.
‘This works pretty much like a liquid-light bullet, but the shot is administered remotely,’ he explained as Killian swallowed the device. ‘Should you lose control, this remote detonator will trigger the capsule to burst and give your personal frequency a positive boost.’
‘Excellent.’ Killian sounded most reassured by this.
‘I suggest that Castor looks after the remote,’ Polaris said, and Levi passed it over. Castor was pleased to finally be allowed to leave the ship.
‘Our weapons will work in Irkalla, but our psychic powers aren’t supported there,’ Dexter briefed Castor, Killian and me in a closed meeting in the captain’s quarters. ‘Obviously the negativity levels are intense, so don’t let anything get a rise out of you. Try to stay as lighthearted as possible…and believe me, it will be near impossible.’
Levi had armed us to the gills, with our preferred weapon of choice the liquid-light gun. During my stint in the Dark Ages I had learned to wield a sword, so I’d added one to my cache, in addition to my usual collection of knives. Castor was a little light on: he carried only a liquid-light pistol as his preferred weapons were the jaws, fangs and claws of the animals he could transform himself into. Dexter, on the other hand, seemed to be sporting every weapon known to humankind and a few yet to be discovered. Killian, our guide, wasn’t permitted to carry a weapon, but in all honesty he didn’t need one—he could summon more power than the entire staff of Amenti put together and could have destroyed us all at any time.
‘Solarian is waiting to guide you through to her station,’ Polaris announced at the end of the briefing.
Arcturus appeared at the door. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked, but from the disappointed look on his face it was clear he’d already worked it out. ‘What, I’m off the mission now? She’s my daughter too, you realise!’
‘We don’t have time for this right now,’ Polaris said, making the call. ‘They have to go, and so do we.’
We filed from the room, and when Killian passed Arcturus I saw daggers in my husband’s eyes. I was the last to leave and when Arcturus looked at me, the pain on his face broke my heart.
‘I love you,’ I told him, ‘but when you’re jealous you’re dangerous. And there’s really no need for it.’
‘Isn’t there?’ he asked quickly, although his tone wasn’t aggressive. ‘Shouldn’t I be concerned that you’ve spent the last twenty years with another man?’
‘It wasn’t something I chose,’ I said. ‘And I wasn’t in his company for all that time. I caught up on my writing, honed my psychic skills and learned how to wield a sword! I missed you, Albray. And twenty years is a long time to miss someone constantly.’ My tears welled, but I sniffed them back; this was no time to crumple into an emotional heap.
‘Constantly?’ he said, his annoyance melting away.
I nodded and moved in for the hug we both so badly needed. ‘Please don’t let us part on bad terms. Just trust me,’ I pulled away to look him in the face, ‘can’t you?’
‘You’re a surprise a minute, Mrs Devere,’ he said with a smile. ‘It just takes me a little time to catch up.’
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ called Dexter from the corridor outside.
‘Will you just kiss her so we can get on with the mission!’
We did kiss, our first kiss in twenty years, and how I wished I could linger with my lover and finally fulfil all the lustful thoughts I had been entertaining about him for what seemed like an eternity.
‘On second thoughts,’ Dexter called impatiently, ‘forget the kiss or we’ll never get out of here!’
‘Go get our daughter,’ my husband said and gave me a nod of encouragement. Then he escorted me out into the hall where the rest of my party were already leaving the ship.
‘Maybe you should come,’ I said, suddenly regretting that I’d underestimated my husband’s understanding. I should have spoken with him before agreeing that he should be ousted from the mission.
‘I don’t need to come,’ he told me. ‘I trust you. It’s him I don’t trust.’ His dark eyes turned to Killian, who smiled serenely back at him.
‘You dislike me because you suspect I am in love with your wife and daughter—and you’d be right on both counts,’ Killian said, much to everyone else’s dismay, especially my own. ‘These two women rescued my soul from a lifetime of torment—how could I not adore them? They were once my wife and daughter too.’
‘You remember,’ I gasped, for in twenty years Killian had never mentioned regaining his memory of our past life together.
‘I thought he knew,’ Arcturus said, further relieved of his unfounded suspicions about us. I shook my head.
‘Clearly these angels were only loaned to me in order to lead me to my full potential,’ Killian went on. ‘My only connection to them now is my indebtedness for their self-sacrifice and assistance.’ He smiled broadly. ‘Truth be known, being apart from you nearly drove Mia—and therefore me—insane.’
Everyone made sentimental noises as I bashfully admitted that I had been a bit obsessive about getting back, and the rest of the crew emerged into the corridor to see what all the fuss was about.
My husband so wanted to hold on to his suspicions about Killian, but in Killian’s actual presence he found it impossible to dislike him.
‘Well, don’t think this changes anything,’ he said sternly. ‘You still tried to seduce our daughter.’
Killian chuckled. ‘Our father would like to point out that you have seduced many of his daughters during your lifetimes, Arcturus, but he does not hold it against you.’
The entire crew collapsed into laughter, and even Arcturus cracked a smile.
‘Well…I’d have asked their fathers if I’d known them,’ he said, making a feeble attempt to defend himself.
‘Sure you would have,’ Thana mocked.
‘I’m certain my father would have appreciated you asking for permission to seduce me,’ Solarian said, delighted by the premise.
Talori was leaning on Solarian, so amused she could barely hold herself up. ‘Not to mention our poor husbands,’ she choked. Her face morphed Arcturus’s for a second, which looked ridiculous on her frame. ‘You don’t mind if I just borrow your wife’s body for a few hours, surely?’ Talori said in his voice, raising another round of laughter at his expense.
‘Will you just go!’ Arcturus urged our party, wanting the embarrassment to end.
And, in a daze of merriment, we left for the depths of the Underworld.
CHAPTER 24
HELL OF ETERNAL SLEEP AND DARKNESS
The defunct sleep therein
in incorruptible forms,
they wake not to see their brethren,
they recognise no longer their father and mother,
their hearts feel naught towards their wives and children. This is the dwelling of the god All-Dead.
Each trembles to pray to him,
for he hears not.
Nobody can praise him,
for he regards not those who adore him.
Neither does he notice any offering brought to him.
This god is Karmic Decree.
TAMAR DEVERE—KALI
There was no cold on Earth like the cold in hell, for here even my will had frozen solid. My reality was a potpourri of my personal demons, a neverending string of nightmares woven carefully together by my foe. At a higher level of consciousness I knew my captors were altering my perception of reality, but the implants were every bit as vivid as memory. Whenever I attempted to seek comfort in my memories and dreams, they immediately turned dark and sordid.
My parents became two people who despised each other and me most of all. I experienced every kind of abuse at their hands and grew to hate them, myself, the world and everyone in it.
My prince never came for me. Having taken human form, he’d been seduced by the pleasures of the physical world and had forgotten all about his love for me and our mission. Every time I thought of Mathu, I saw him in luxurious surrounds, lavishing his affection upon a multitude of other women. He would turn to look in my direction and laugh at my humiliation and disappointment.
Then there was Killian. Like a spark of hope in this world of utter darkness, I had a vision of him coming to save me. It wasn’t clear how he had got past the Nefilim to come to my aid, but we were alone in hell and he was intimately close to me.
‘I know you want me,’ he whispered, and his moist breath upon my neck sent warm shivers through my freezing soul.
‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘I am yours.’
NO!
My higher self screamed out to me to resist the filth I was being fed. I had to wonder why Ill was going to such lengths to make Killian look good to me, but then my body was racked by agony and the thought fell from my mind. I was losing myself, and I feared for my sanity. No one heard my cries for help, no one came, no one knew I was here or that this place even existed! Except for him, the Lord of all Ill.
We went back a long way, Ill and I, for in my lifetime as Kali I had done some secret genetic work at his request; so top-secret that only he and I knew about it. Ill would have had a complete riot on his hands had the Dracon known he was working on creating a female of their species; and had succeeded, way back before the first Dracon uprising.
With the brief memory, pain shot through my body again—a warning. The memory vanished, to be replaced by the belief that all the Dracon females I had created as Kali had been destroyed after my death.
I dared not allow my mind to think at all, in case every part of me was stolen in this way. In this cold darkness I had lost all sense of time, for every second was an eternity of yearning to be anywhere but here. And the longer I was here, the less I felt, the less I cared, the less I mourned and craved the life and identity that was slowly being torn from me.
CHAPTER 25
XERTHANEUS—ANTARCTICA
Within this station lie
links to extraterrestrial days gone by,
for during mankind’s predestined birth,
malign beings disturbed evolution on Earth.
Xerthaneus guards the porthole
to Gaia’s uncertain future,
moulded by the intent of
all who live upon her.
If the ice melts from this place,
antiquity shall surface,
buried to date.
And we shall know the consequences
of leaving destiny to fate,
and understand all that is extraterrestrial
too late.
MIA DEVERE—MERIDAN
Passing from the highly intellectual indigo frequency of the Enoch pyramid porthole passage in New Mexico, down through the spectrum to the vibrant, erotic red frequency of the Xerthaneus pyramid passage at the South Pole, proved to be quite a rush and rather arousing. Castor, Killian, Dexter and I were deposited on top of the glowing red surface of the Signet One porthole, all a little flushed by the experience.
‘Word of warning,’ Dexter announced as he headed straight for the holographic work station, ‘the frequency of this Signet station is akin to your base chakra, so it’s likely to stimulate a few primal urges.’
‘You don’t say,’ commented Castor, trying
to ignore the sultry vibrations of the ice palace, which was awash in the red light of the glowing Signet porthole.
Here I was, with three gorgeous men, submersed in primal urges, and I hadn’t made love to my husband in twenty years! I decided to attempt to distract everyone with a science question. ‘How do you know that the consciousness of the planet is low enough at this time to link this porthole to our dark future in Irkalla rather than our bright future in the Ranna?’
‘By this point in 2003, the US has invaded Iraq, which triggers a steep incline in suicide bombings. There has been an outbreak of the SARS disease and the hottest heatwave on record has swept through the UK and France—it all adds up to a lot of angry, greedy, unhappy people,’ Dexter replied. ‘Even once we get this grid up and running, I fear it may be too little too late. Humanity isn’t waking up fast enough, and the Nefilim have dammed the grid in so many places that frankly I despair at the task of clearing them all.’
‘You sure know how to kill the mood,’ Killian said, to the amusement of all. ‘Holy mother of the universe!’ he exclaimed as he noticed a large object frozen in the ice beyond the walls of the chamber. He stepped back to get a broader view. ‘Is that a—’
‘Spaceship? Yes, it is,’ Dexter said. ‘And so is that, and that,’ pointing to others held in the ice around the station. ‘They belonged to the Nefilim but were frozen here during the last Ice Age. They’ve been working on defrosting them ever since.’
‘Global warming,’ Killian realised. ‘The Nefilim do everything to promote it through their Illuminati operations.’
‘My station was located here for the very purpose of keeping an eye on this lot,’ Dexter explained, returning to us after he’d programmed our request into the porthole.
‘There’s something I don’t understand,’ I told him. ‘Each porthole has a guardian council, but does the guardian spirit of this station, Xerthaneus, reside in the Underworld of the Nefilim or the Otherworld of the Anu?’
‘Both actually,’ he replied.