The Black Madonna (The Mystique Trilogy) (18 page)

Polaris jumped in to save me. ‘In our present time-space reality, the fabric of space spirals around to fold over itself in twenty-year cycles…the Earth has a 12 August twenty-year biorhythm
.
Therefore the electromagnetic wormhole created by the Rainbow Project between 1943 and 1983 also cut straight through 12 August 1963, creating another node, or exit point, in the continuum on that date. On 12 August 2003, another project, HAARP—’

‘High-frequency Active Auroral Research Program,’ Dexter interjected.

‘—tested another form of experimental electromagnetic technology on the pretext of studying the properties and behaviour of the ionosphere.’

‘Which was bullshit.’ Dexter coughed into his hand. ‘What it really had to do with was the enhancement of and interference with communications, the development of new types of radio transmissions, and large-scale modification of global weather patterns via ionospheric disturbances. HAARP’s Earth-penetrating topography capabilities can reveal the existence of underground installations, as well as oil and mineral deposits—’

‘And even ancient, long-buried technologies.’ Polaris cut in on Dexter for a change.

‘Like our Signet stations,’ I gasped.

‘Unless they are active,’ Solarian interjected, ‘in which case they rise above our reality here in the Kali time wave and into their true place within the Ranna time flow, where no Earthly technology can find them.’

‘HAARP also has many weapons and mind-control uses,’ Dexter went on, emphasising the seriousness of what we were dealing with. ‘It’s experimenting with extremely low frequencies to communicate with submarines worldwide. These ELF waves can be attuned to the same frequency as human brainwaves in order to manipulate a human’s mind against his or her will.’

I gasped when I realised where the lesson was leading. ‘It’s the frequency fence!’

Polaris nodded. ‘On 12 August 2003, the Illuminati convince factions within the interior government to orchestrate another electromagnetic experiment in the belief that it will stop severe climate change in the future by reinforcing the ionosphere. The HAARP project will focus multiple transmitters on the same location in the sky and the gravity waves generated will open a channel to a similar experiment taking place deep beneath the surface of Mars hundreds of years in the future.’

‘Hence my rationale that the captain selected the year 2003 in order to use the Eye of Ra portal passage to hook into the Montauk wormhole within the Kali rift and thus cloak our mission from the Nefilim and their Illuminati,’ Dexter summed up. And then added for good measure: ‘For incorporated into the Eye of Ra is an interdimensional passage from one side of the Kali rift to the other, which is protected by another energy structure, the Telos Aarkhara, which is intricately linked to the Cydonia complex on Mars.’

Finally I made the connection between Dexter’s explanation and Polaris’s. ‘Are you telling me that we’re going to swing by Mars in the future in order to reach Earth in the past?’ I said, rather breathless at the prospect.

‘Exactly.’ Polaris applauded me, and the rest of the staff followed suit. I grinned in excited anticipation.

‘We’ll be landing in the past at the precise moment all HAARP’s new systems come online,’ Levi advised. ‘The faster we can secure the remaining Signet stations and get back to the future, the faster we can get on with shutting down the frequency fence for good.’

‘Why wait?’ I wondered. ‘Why not shut down the frequency fence in 2003, before it has a chance to do any damage?’

‘Only to have our adversaries rebuild it, bigger and better, by the time we get back to the future?’ Dexter posed.

‘Point taken.’

‘We’re not going to 2003 to change the past,’ Polaris stressed to everyone. ‘In fact, our objective is to change the past as little as possible, because the more subtle we are, the less chance of a Nefilim counterattack that could see us return to a darker future than the one we are leaving behind. For a good part of the time we will be operating in the Otherworld and outside of physical world events. Our aim is to raise the consciousness of the past; and the increased high-quality frequency being generated by the fully operational Signet Grid will limit the sphere of influence and future potential of the frequency fence considerably.’

We all nodded.

‘Any questions?’ Polaris asked.

Arcturus put his hand in the air and Polaris tried not to flinch. ‘Where is the Eye of Ra to be found?’ my husband asked.

A good question,
I thought, and realised I knew the answer. ‘If the Sun Lords of Sirius guard the pyramid structure of Telos Aarkhara, we might want to enlist their help,’ I suggested. ‘Whose Signet station connects to Sirius?’

‘That would be mine,’ Solarian raised a hand, ‘but unfortunately it’s still inactive. The Nefilim, having had their HAARP technology in operation for some thirteen years now, know of its whereabouts and are observing the area closely.’

This was shocking news. ‘So my Signet station isn’t the only one under Nefilim threat at present?’

‘Of the Signet stations still waiting to be activated, Talori’s is the only one not being closely monitored,’ Polaris confirmed. ‘It’s located in China, and the US still don’t share their deepest secrets with the Chinese.’

‘The Sun Lords of Sirius guard the Telos Aarkhara it’s true,’ Levi offered a solution, ‘but it’s the Blue Fire Command, who exist on Rigel in Orion, who guard the Eye of Ra and its porthole passage. The porthole within the Dreamkeeper pyramid of my Signet station is linked directly to the Blue Fire Command. As the guardians of the Eye
of Ra, they oversee the ongoing disparity of energetics that exists between the full-light and half-light intelligences in this universe, and intervene in the name of the metatronic consciousness when appropriate…so I believe they’ll support our intention.’

‘I didn’t realise the
Klieo
doubled as a spaceship.’ My husband was concerned about our mode of transport for the journey.

Polaris smiled at his own ingenuity. ‘She’ll survive anything this universe can dish out,’ he said proudly. ‘And as far as her intergalactic capabilities are concerned…she won’t need any. The Blue Fire Command will transport the ship for us.’

‘All we have to do is take the ship to the Dreamkeeper and I’ll see to the rest,’ Levi concluded.

In the Pyramid of Dreams
dwells the Dreamkeeper,
and within the matrix of his Dreamtime,
one discovers the ability
to move back and forth between realities.

Here, a soul learns that
what is created in Dreamtime
becomes manifest in the physical,
and that each soul mind fashions
their own earthly experiences.

For our dreams are the future,
where anything
and everything
is possible.

Levi filled me in on the nature of the pyramid within his Signet station as he led me to the
Klieo
’s flight deck. I’d never before been granted the privilege of admittance onto the flight deck; for security reasons Polaris preferred that even Amenti staff members entered on a needs-only basis. So I was rather surprised when Polaris directed me to follow Levi; I couldn’t imagine why I was being awarded the honour—
unless the captain was up to his old tricks and attempting to annoy my husband, which he succeeded in doing. Solarian also questioned why I was being granted entry when she was Polaris’s partner and never had been. The captain decided to escort her to the flight lounge, with everyone else, to reassure her that it was nothing personal.

‘So your station’s in Australia, Levi?’ I said as I followed him upstairs to the front of the vessel. This section was composed of a white material with a dim, mutable otherworldly glow about it, unlike the rest of the
Kleio
which was constructed of dark polished timber—although not your average mahogany as it also glowed in periodic waves.

‘My station’s
over
Australia, in the future,’ he said, opening the flight deck door then turning back to smile at me. ‘AD8885, to be exact.’

‘What?’ I was stunned. ‘How the hell did you ever find and activate it if it only exists in the future?’

‘KOALA came to my aid.’ He grinned at my disbelief; I’d assumed he was making an Aussie joke. ‘Kemesos Ordis Alsais Leduc Alkemestra.’

‘You’re speaking another language, right?’

‘KOALA is an acronym that I’ll explain some other time, but basically it’s the Inner Light Network research centre located in the future, on the same terraform island as my Signet station…you might say that KOALA is the counterbalance of Montauk.’

Levi waved his hand past a plate on the flight deck door and it opened to grant us entry. When I stepped into the round chamber, all my other questions were forgotten and a whole new batch arose. ‘Oh my goddess!’ I said. There was such an array of technological wonders all around, most of which I couldn’t begin to fathom the function of.

The most notable features were two round mounds of white rising up from the floor. Each was supported by a large foot, the base of which was the same circumference as the top surface area, but whose leg curved inwards to a slim point and then out again to support a table top. Both mounds were positioned beneath tubes of the same width that dropped down from the ceiling above, stopping several metres above the tabletops. Although the two features were of similar
design, one was bigger than the other with two steel plates set in the wide lip of its tabletop. Inset in the centre of the mound was a large round metal plate of a fine-mesh texture.

The smaller mound was perfectly plain, but its tabletop dropped into a hollow, which, upon closer inspection, disappeared deep into the bowels of the ship. The tube above it was also hollow.

‘Blue Flame energy funnel…it directs Blue Flame energy from the sails into the engine,’ Levi explained, before moving towards the larger mound.

‘And that one’s the control panel?’ I assumed.

He nodded, and placed his hands on the two metal inset plates. Light shot up through the mesh plate to fill the space between it and the tube above with a holographic picture of the
Klieo
; the illumined vessel slowly turning circles in the 3-D space so it could be seen from all angles.

Welcome aboard, Levi,
said the
Klieo
’s control station as it identified him. It brought a tear to my eye to discover that Polaris had programmed his ship to speak to him in Solarian’s voice.

‘How lovely,’ I said, clasping my hands in front of my heart, truly moved by the sentiment.

‘For the captain, maybe,’ Levi grinned, ‘but in my last incarnation, Solarian was my mother!’

I had to laugh. ‘So how did you merit the esteemed honour of being the captain’s crew mate?’ I asked.

‘The term is
first
mate,’ he said, giving me a cheeky glance. ‘After I’d served my hundred years beneath the Blue Flame of Amenti, I went undercover into the Montauk Project to become one of their timewalkers and so I became familiar with the wormhole system that resulted.’

‘Didn’t that project employ horrible brainwashing techniques?’ I asked, then became distracted as all the exterior doors on the holographic ship lit up.

Exterior doors secure
, the
Klieo
announced in response to Levi’s telepathic order.

‘The techniques Montauk employed had no effect on me,’ Levi said, but his grin looked forced. I could see in his eyes that it had been a traumatic experience and one he’d rather not discuss.

Setting course for Signet Station Eight,
the
Klieo
confirmed, and I returned my attention to its brilliant graphic display.

The holograph of the ship transformed into a full-colour map of the world, with our current location in Nova Scotia and our destination in the Central Desert region of Australia pinpointed. Then the map folded in on itself until the two points aligned and lit up.

Initiating command
, the
Klieo
warned, and the holograph morphed back into the form of our vessel, her sails now lit up.
Blue Flame Energy Function initiated.

I turned my sights to the Blue Flame energy funnel: a beam of blue-green light burst downward into the base mound and continued to flow in a steady stream. I was drawn to the pure energy; this was my colour frequency and it resonated perfectly with me.

Within moments streams of the blue-green light began to engulf the walls, ceiling and every feature of the ship. I was mesmerised by the liquid-light plasma that spread across all surfaces like sunlight reflected off a disturbed body of water. A deep peace filled me; only to be broken moments later by a very anxious feeling.

I heard Tamar crying out to me, wishing to transmit a thought transference, only her voice sounded strained and drawn out, as if she were speaking through a thick layer of water; or, as was more likely the case, through a thick layer of frequency. Whatever the source of the interference, it caused her transmission to fade in and out in places.

When you retur—2003, you—orced to land! It is Castor they seek and the Ro—tauk started 1923—the Black Sun. Beware the Montauk Boys. If they obtain—permanently extend their wormhole system all the way back in history to th—

When the Blue Flame energy of our passage subsided, I was left feeling shaken rather than relaxed. My first thought was to wonder if Tamar’s warning to ‘beware of the Montauk Boys’ was somehow a warning against Levi, who had just admitted to being involved with the project.

‘Meridan? Are you all right?’ Levi queried. I must have been as pale as a sheet.

‘I’ve just had word from Tamar,’ I said, struggling to remember the broken transmission. ‘There was a lot of interference so I can’t be sure I have her message straight.’

‘What did she say?’ he asked, but the captain entered before I could answer. He looked surprised to find us standing around talking.

‘We’re on the Nefilim’s scope for this short leg of our journey,’ he said. ‘Why aren’t we already in contact with KOALA?’