This is how Maldek was destroyed and many worlds before it. One of the tall blue beings floated to a standing position, using thought projection to express his view, for he had no mouth. Let us not make the mistake of allowing this world to be destroyed by resisting the demands of the Dark Lodge yet again. I feel we must try giving them the power they have fought so long to win. Perhaps then they shall cease to fight, and work in co-operation with us.
I agree, one of the short grey beings floated up into the air. Nothing can be achieved without a globe that will sustain human life. We all know the eons of effort that go into making a planet habitable. To start evolution all over again from scratch will set the divine plan back even further than ten thousand years under the influence of the Orion consciousness will.
‘Then warn those dear to you,’ El Morya instructed. ‘Direct them to the great underground civilisations to the far north and north-east where the survivors of past deluges have fled, for only in these sanctuaries shall the coming strife pass unheeded.’
A destination for my sisters, Electra thought on the quiet.
It is unfortunate that the second great outpouring of Shamballa energy into mankind will now further the cause of darkness. The tall blue being sounded disappointed. We’ve worked so hard, ever since the initial outpouring of universal consciousness into man, to create a being able to sustain divine life force. Our kindred souls already committed to the human reincarnation loop are going to forget everything we have taught them and, indeed, they will forget their ancestry and their involvement in the divine plan.
‘Polarity demands this phase of evolution be played out at some time. Better now than later. The Dark Lodge of the Materialistic presently holds sway with well over half the earth’s surface dwellers,’ El Morya pointed out. ‘We cannot ignore the will of the people. In time they will grow tired of earthly pleasures, riches and pain, and will seek their cosmic roots. Then we shall answer their call for knowledge and they will resume the path towards the spiritual advancement of Gaia.’
Will Gaia approve of our decision to retreat? the Pleiadean wondered.
‘The decision will be most disappointing to those concerned,’ El Morya conceded, ‘but clearly humanity is not ready to take the quantum leap with Gaia into fourth density. We can only hope that a quantum leap backwards will make her peoples twice as keen to progress by the time of the next Shamballa outpouring.’
Prometheus removed the thought recorder, and the look on his face was one of utter bewilderment.
‘What did it say?’ Orestes harassed, having been waiting patiently for his friend to absorb the communication.
‘I cannot do as the Lord Master Enki asks.’ Prometheus turned to Lugal, still overawed by the request the ascended Nefilim lord had made of him.
His translator did his job and came back with Lugal’s response. ‘Then you shall die.’
‘I realise that,’ Prometheus conceded. ‘However, I shall have this communication delivered into the hands of my son, Deukalion, and he shall build this “Ark” and fill it with all species of animal and plant, just as the Master Enki requests.’
When the translator gave Lugal this message, the prince smiled broadly and spoke to Prometheus’s advisor, who relayed Lugal’s response: ‘Then your seed shall live on.’
‘What is an Ark?’ Orestes could not be silent any longer. ‘Why are you going to die? Will I die?’ he squeaked in conclusion.
Prometheus looked at the man he considered his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘Not if you take this communication to Deukalion immediately and aid him with the project.’ Prometheus held out the thought band recorder to his young friend.
‘I see.’ Orestes eyed the band over and then took a step away. ‘I want to destroy Aegisthus just as much as you do.’ He resisted the option Prometheus gave him, even though it would spare his life.
‘There is no point in both of us getting killed doing it.’ Prometheus offered the recorder once again.
‘And what if it needs our combined talents to thwart the sorcerer?’ Orestes took another step away. ‘And besides, I have my treacherous mother and sister to deal with. Send a good man back to your son, Prometheus, someone with family to save.’ He decided to forego the safe path.
Although Prometheus thought his younger friend foolish, he admired his determination and commitment. ‘You should go with my messenger.’ Prometheus went to hand Lugal back the thought recorder, but the prince moved away and declined.
‘I return home now,’ Lugal advised Prometheus via the translator. ‘I have completed my task for the Nefilim lord who spared my life and I now intend to stand on the top of the tallest mountain, of what was once my kingdom, and witness this continent sink beneath the waves, along with my wife’s murderer. May the Logos be merciful to you all.’ The prince turned and departed.
‘What in the name of the Logos was predicted in that communication?’ Orestes wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. ‘The new sun that grows in the sky must have something to do with it. I could really use one of the great astrologers from Absalom’s time right now.’
‘It is not a sun,’ Prometheus advised him. ‘It’s a chunk of metal, rock and ice that is nearly the size of Atlantis. And it’s not getting bigger, it’s getting closer.’
Orestes’s jaw dropped as he considered what this meant to their mission. ‘How close is it?’
‘Less than one moon cycle,’ Prometheus responded, still deeply shocked himself.
Orestes nodded, considering this might be ample time to invade Chailidocean, avenge his father and make a getaway to some far off land. ‘So, if a small planet is going to drop out of the sky and destroy Atlantis and everything in it, then why are we going to attempt to destroy the sorcerers?’
‘Even if we tell them the world is coming to an end, this force you see around us is not going to turn back without the satisfaction of a war,’ Prometheus stated honestly. ‘I shall not abandon those I have inspired to rebel against the Dark Lodge. And quite apart from all that, the only way I shall rest easy in my grave is if I see that demon, Aegisthus, perish with my own eyes.’
‘Ah, yes.’ Orestes seconded the notion. ‘And what a glorious sight that will be.’
Prometheus cocked an eye to urge Orestes to consider the safe option. ‘Worth dying for?’
Ostestes grinned, hungry for revenge. ‘Twice over.’
‘And so the invasion of Chailidocean went ahead,’ Maelgwn assumed.
‘But I was prepared for it,’ Electra continued. ‘There was one secret about the High Temple that always eluded the Dark Lodge and that was the underground passage that led to the Mount Duranki Plateau. The plateau was in plain sight of the city for all people of pure heart to see it, yet to those of the Dark Lodge naught could be seen but the precarious rocky terrain of uninhabitable mountain peaks.’
‘I understand,’ Maelgwn said. ‘There was a place that passed in and out of physical existence in this way later in history; it was known as Avalon. Some people could find their way to it, others would get lost in the mist. And Shamballa is an illusory place to the dark of heart.’
‘I was advised by the spirits to lead my sisters to the Mount Duranki Plateau the moment the invasion commenced. I was assured that they would be rescued by members of the White Brotherhood and taken to a safe haven.’
‘And you did not go with them?’ Maelgwn wondered why.
Electra shook her head and suppressed a non-amused smile. ‘I was not innocent. I had the guilt of my father’s betrayal hanging over my head. Thus, I went to await my brother’s justice at the grave of my father.’
By the time the attacking force had penetrated the inner island, Aegisthus and his sorcerers had retreated to their Dark Lodge which was fortified by a supernatural electromagnetic field that could not be penetrated by any living thing. The dark wizard had Clytemnestra with him, although his adepts had been unable to locate the seven daughters of Agamemnon.
Electra found it hard t
o suppress a smile as she considered how irate the sorcerer would be to lose her services for, without Electra, Aegisthus had no link to the divine, no link to the truth. Now the sorcerer would have to rely on low-grade elementals for information, and they rarely bothered with little details like getting their facts straight … and due to the demented substance from which they were made, they were also compulsive liars. There were spells that could bind these spirits to tell the truth, but having limited knowledge of the physical world, and therefore no concept of history, space or time, elementals were known to get a bit confused when attempting to predict future events.
She knelt in prayer before the memorial to her father; Agamemnon had no grave, his person had been incinerated by a ritual spell of summons that Electra had concocted herself.
Her mother had come to her with a private request. Clytemnestra claimed that Aegisthus had been trying to seduce her in Agamemnon’s absence and had threatened to seize the kingdom. Her mother had made it clear how desperate she was to be rid of the sorcerer’s threats and begged Electra to use her knowledge of the spirit realm to find a spirit who would dispose of the sorcerer and rid them of his evil presence. Feeling that it was to the benefit of their people, Electra agreed to find such a spirit and to devise the ritual that would command the spirit to carry out any task that Clytemnestra asked of it.
Electra had been made aware long before, by her most trusted spiritual guide, Mikhail, of a group of spirits known as the Fallen Ones. Mikhail had described these Fallen Ones as more involved in the physical world than those of his ilk, and thus they were more readily available to be of service to humans. Electra had been given a silver ring to protect her from the glamour of the Fallen Ones, also known as the Lords of Darkness, should they ever appear to her and attempt to tempt her to their cause.
Using the ring for protection, Electra put out a psychic request to make contact with one of the fallen. Electra found herself confronted by a spirit who answered to the name of Power. Electra had imagined that a fallen angel would be as ugly as the divine spirits were beautiful, but to the contrary Power was very physically attractive and had an alluring energy. He agreed to help Electra and dictated to her the summons that Clytemnestra could recite to bring him forth for her instruction. Electra had asked Power what he required in return for his service and he’d insisted that such service brought its own rewards.
Only now did Electra realise the full implications of what Power had meant. When Clytemnestra instructed Power to dispose of Agamemnon instead of Aegisthus, chaos descended on the nation. Electra had lost her silver ring of protection to Aegisthus, who now also knew the ritual to call forth Power. Fortunately, Power was not as well disposed towards serving Aegisthus, as there was little point in corrupting the already corrupted; the dark spirit was not proving as useful an ally as the sorcerer had expected. The ring only protected the wearer from the fallen — it didn’t grant any power over them.
Electra and her sisters had placed the small memorial to their father inside the high temple walls, for the sorcerer wouldn’t allow a public place of remembrance to be constructed. However, he allowed the daughters of Agamemnon a small shrine where they could privately grieve their loss.
Electra remained on her knees, but turned herself around to face the troops she heard entering the temple. Orestes was at the head of the force and was accompanied by the tall, handsome man from her visions. He is you, she recalled what Raziel had said of him.
Her brother drew his laser sword as he approached and extended the deadly blade. ‘Where are my sisters?’ Orestes demanded to know, before making himself clearer. ‘The ones that remained faithful to our father?’
‘They have fled the impending crisis for a far off land,’ Electra advised.
‘You know about the crisis?’ Prometheus interrupted and Electra nodded.
‘Don’t change the subject.’ Orestes came up behind Electra, and placing his foot on her shoulder he urged her to lean forward in preparation to lose her head. ‘You have been found guilty of acting as an accomplice in the unholy murder of our father, the Shu Sar Agamemnon. Have you anything to say for yourself, before your head and body are parted?’
Electra and Orestes had always been very close. It killed her inside to know that he bore her so much malice, although she did not blame him.
As Prometheus observed Orestes raise his sword, he wondered how his friend could bring himself to end the life of such an angel. She knelt here, head bowed, accepting her fate.
‘I’ll assume your silence is an admission of guilt,’ Orestes warned her.
Electra was not listening. She was ready to leave this wretched existence and join her beautiful spirits in their realms.
From above Electra perceived a bright beam of light fall upon her. Mikhail, the Viceroy of the Logos, descended to protect her by enfolding her with his wings. Electra had never looked Mikhail in the face, but she knew him by his warrior-like metal armour.
‘May the Logos have mercy on your soul, Electra.’ Orestes slashed downwards with the beam of his weapon, but the fatal strike was deflected by Prometheus’s weapon. ‘Stay out of this, my friend,’ Orestes cautioned, perturbed that his ally would interrupt. ‘This is none of your affair.’
‘Look at her.’ Prometheus urged Orestes to open his eyes. ‘Can you not see the light radiating from her being? This is not the face of a traitor.’ What Prometheus wasn’t saying was how much of his wife he saw in this woman.
Orestes had never met Prometheus’s wife, for Prometheus had been on a diplomatic errand with her at the same time as Orestes’s request for asylum in Usiqua had reached him. Prometheus had granted the request from afar; the ruler’s wife was murdered before they returned to their kingdom.
Orestes looked at his sister for the first time since he’d entered. She did look like an angel, and she had saved his life once. ‘Curses!’ he snarled, as his will to kill her flew right out the door. ‘All right then,’ he seethed, feeling it was Prometheus’s fault that he’d lost the nerve to avenge his father. ‘I’ll spare her life for you, Prometheus. But as I want nothing further to do with her, I make of her a gift to you, to do with as you see fit.’
Put on the spot, Prometheus was stupefied for a moment. ‘I feel sure Electra has an explanation for what happened. Perhaps if you’d hear her side of the story you will not be so eager to be rid of the only kindred you have left.’
Orestes looked to Electra, who had her eyes bowed reverently. ‘Well, dear sister, let us hear what you have to say,’ he asked again, sounding exasperated with giving her a second chance.
Tell him you were deceived, the spirit protecting Electra advised.
Usually, Electra always followed divine advice. ‘I used my knowledge for a dark purpose, and even though that purpose backfired on me it does not make my crime any less severe.’
‘See,’ Orestes rounded on Prometheus. ‘She admits her guilt and is prepared to die for her crime.’
‘And she will soon enough, without you adding another soul to your conscience.’ Prometheus reminded his friend of the disaster to come. ‘You have said that Electra holds sway with the spirit world. She might be our only chance to seek our justice before the universe wreaks its own.’
‘And what if Electra is working for Aegisthus, as our mother is?’ Orestes argued. ‘We cannot risk it.’
‘The spirits claim that mother is under a spell that Aegisthus concocted.’ Electra pleaded her mother’s case. ‘None of her betrayal of her kindred was of her own choosing. She accepted a jewelled necklace from the sorcerer and from then on was bound to do his will.’
‘So you did not know you were aiding in the plan to kill your father when Clytemnestra asked you for a spell of summons?’ Prometheus put forward.
‘I should never have relinquished such power to a novice.’ Electra insisted on accepting blame. ‘In allowing mother to shield me from any part in a murder, I shirked my responsibility to the Logos and thus my own throat was destined
to be cut.’
‘Your will is my command.’ Orestes raised his weapon once again.
Prometheus raised a hand to again stop the execution. ‘Do you know how the Dark Lodge can be destroyed, Electra?’
‘I understand it will be destroyed without any aid from us,’ she replied.
How odd it was that this stranger was so determined to defend her. But when Electra remembered what Raziel had said about Prometheus, she realised that on a cosmic level he was trying to save his own skin. Still, it would not serve him. If she died now, she would amend for the life she aided to take and leave this world a pure soul totally devoted to the Logos. The tall, handsome stranger’s defence of her was deeply stirring to her blood and she feared being distracted from her devotion to the Logos if she was granted the opportunity to know him better.
‘Kill me, Orestes,’ she requested calmly, although there was an underlying panic in her voice. ‘My life is owed.’ Please, Mikhail, withdraw my protection, and greet my soul upon death’s release. She knew the spirit was the cause of her brother’s procrastination.
Time stood still. Every movement, every sound, was suspended, but only Electra perceived what had happened. Mikhail floated back to where Electra might view him.
Look at me, Electra, the spirit requested. Behold my face.
The oracle raised her eyes to view the face of the free floating entity addressing her and gasped as she noted the resemblance between the tall handsome stranger and the divine spirit. ‘You are Prometheus?’ She frowned, as she further considered what Raziel had said about him. ‘You are me?’
The essential spiritual essence behind your soul-mind was carried down into evolution by my fallen counterpart, Mikhail confirmed. Thus, within you lies the potential for my evolution and the evolution of all our forms on every level of awareness between my home plane of demonstration and yours.