The Black Madonna (The Mystique Trilogy) (30 page)

‘That is a lot of history to play with,’ I emphasised. ‘So what are you saying—that we’re stuck here?’ I finished.

‘Only temporarily. In ten years and six months, we can cut a wormhole back to the future at the opposing end of the cycles of time, and then there’ll be no chance of the wormholes being joined.’

‘Ten and a half years!’ What was I going to do in the fifth century for all that time? Still, I couldn’t see any other way to avoid aiding the enemy to do exactly what they’d sent me here to do.

‘If we depart from here in February in fourteen years’ time,’ Killian said, expanding on his theory, ‘we’ll arrive in 2017 a couple of months early to save Tamar—’

‘Our target year must be 2003,’ I insisted, throwing a spanner in the works.

‘I just got through explaining that you can’t go back along the time line that leads through that year. If we wait here eighteen years, we could get to 2001, but even then you’re cutting close to the twenty-year cycle of the Nefilim’s wormholes.’

‘If that’s what it takes to meet up with my teammates where I left them and prevent this entire Montauk debacle from interfering with our original mission, then that’s what I’ll do,’ I said firmly. ‘In the meantime, you can give me the lowdown on what you’ve learned of the Nefilim operations here on Earth—starting with how you channel Ill.’ I was still most curious about that. ‘And how you came in contact with the Sanat Kumara.’

‘What?’ Castor was astounded. ‘How could you possibly be able to channel both the purest and the most evil entities in this entire evolutionary scheme?’

‘Not at the same time, I can’t,’ Killian clarified. ‘The hemispheres of my brain have been completely split in two and function independently, but I can switch sides at will.’

‘Incredible!’ Castor said.

‘What can I say?’ Killian shrugged. ‘Those Montauk fucks really screwed with my head.’

Castor was baffled by the response. ‘Well, not to worry, I know someone who may be able to shed some light on the matter. And after today’s events, I’m going to have to seek his assistance to disappear myself.’

This raised a question that Killian had wanted answered for a long time. ‘Where on Earth does one go to disappear from the Nefilim and their lizard drones?’

‘Why, the Otherworld, of course,’ Castor replied with a grin.

After an initial moment of shock, Killian looked my way. ‘Is he serious?’

‘Probably,’ I said. ‘After all, he is the legendary King Arthur who had quite a few Otherworldly contacts.’

Killian turned back to Castor. ‘Do you know Lugh Lamhfada?’

‘Why should Lamhfada interest you?’ I asked before Castor could reply.

‘Because he is so greatly feared by the Nefilim.’ Killian seemed to regard him as something of a superhero. ‘Do you think he would speak with me?’

Castor eyed the young intruder. ‘With your unique talents and connections, I’m very sure Lamhfada will want to make your acquaintance.’

A
SHLEE
G
RANVILLE
-D
EVERE
—S
OLARIAN

As we were exiting the conference room, Castor experienced a strange giddy episode, which delayed our departure.

‘Meridan made it back to the fifth century,’ he mumbled.

‘Did he say Meridan?’ Arcturus edged his way closer to the patient.

‘I remember now,’ Castor said, chuckling at the memory he was having for the first time, amazed by the process of simultaneous time. ‘I left her and her companion in the care of Lugh Lamhfada, before I entered the Halls of Amenti.’

‘Her companion?’ Arcturus queried and Castor nodded.

‘He was really quite amazing,’ he said. ‘Lamhfada took a great interest in him. If the lad could really do what he claimed, then his genetic profile would be very telling.’

‘What did he claim?’ Talori queried, having an interest in genetics.

‘Never mind that,’ Arcturus cut in. ‘Who was he? Where are they now?’

Castor thought on this and then burst into laughter. ‘Meridan is right out front.’

We all gasped, and Arcturus rushed ahead of us through the
Klieo
to confirm the claim. I’d never seen a man so relieved as Arcturus as he embraced his beloved.

‘I was so worried,’ he told her.

‘There was no need,’ Meridan replied gently, and sought comfort in the long embrace.

The touching reunion came to an abrupt halt, however, when Arcturus spotted Killian Labontè standing a few steps back in the clearing. ‘What’s
he
doing here?’ he demanded, and then the penny dropped. ‘This is the man you’ve been time-hopping with? You told your Dragon sisters that he was an enemy! He’s the one responsible for our daughter’s imprisonment!’

‘No.’ Meridan corrected him calmly, but with a warning note in her voice. ‘Ill is responsible for Tamar’s imprisonment. Killian has only done what was needed to get himself out of the Montauk Project.’

Arcturus was observing his wife as though she were the enemy now. ‘And save himself he has, whilst Tamar rots in Irkalla!’

‘Killian is here to help get her out,’ Meridan explained, but Arcturus wasn’t to be appeased. He addressed Killian directly.

‘We don’t need any more of your help.’

‘You know your way around Irkalla then, do you?’ Killian responded.

Arcturus looked to Dexter for backup.

‘I said I could
get
us there,’ Dexter said. ‘I imagined we’d just wing it, as we usually do, but a guide would prove useful, not to mention time-saving.’

This wasn’t what Arcturus wanted to hear. ‘You’re prepared to trust this two-faced turncoat?’

‘Meridan obviously trusts him,’ I said. ‘We should hear her out before deciding, don’t you think?’

‘Lamhfada saw something in him too,’ Castor advised.

‘That’s good enough for me.’ Polaris waved Killian forward.

‘I’d be moving your ship fairly promptly,’ Killian advised, as the
Klieo
appeared in the clearing behind us.

‘We’re out of juice,’ Polaris said, beckoning Meridan to go with him to the helm.

Meridan cast an apologetic look at Arcturus, then hotfooted it after the captain.

Arcturus turned back to Killian. ‘I don’t trust you.’

‘Well, that’s allowed,’ Killian smiled. ‘Good to know though.’

He turned to the rest of the team. ‘So many legends in the one place…I feel like a kid who’s just stepped into a
Marvel
comic! It is truly an honour to meet you all.’

Castor was the first to step up and shake Killian’s hand. ‘You survived Lugh’s tuition then.’

‘His guidance, and yours, saved my life and my sanity,’ Killian replied warmly and openly. ‘
Thank you.
’

‘I expect you’ll return the favour some day,’ Castor said, looking upon the lad as he would one of his bravest knights.

I wasn’t too sure what to make of this young man myself, but his auric hue was just amazing. It sparkled gold, as the Nefilim’s did, but the light centres of his body whirled with a brilliance I’d only observed in Lugh Lamhfada and others of the Fey. If this aura wasn’t another cheap Nefilim deception, then clearly this lad was an extraordinary human being, more spiritually adept than us all.

In the pyramid of Enoch—Keeper
of the Keys—observe
the dwelling places of the righteous, from which goodness flows like water.

Their mercy is like dew upon the Earth
as they petition and intercede in
the fate of mankind.

They are keys
that fit together
like a puzzle,
forming the totality
of human experience.

M
IA
D
EVERE
—M
ERIDAN

I stood in the splendour of the high court chamber addressing several lofty beings of Lamhfada’s ilk. My heart welled with excitement to know that one of the splendid beings before me was my angelic father, the Lord Ki.

‘Are you the being we know as the Sanat Kumara?’ I asked.

The spiritual being, who was only loosely inhabiting an Anu body, chuckled.
It seems that one of your Dragon sisters is using you as a channel, Solarian.

I suddenly sensed Solarian’s astral self all around me and realised I had somehow tapped into her astral projection.

‘I do apologise,’ Solarian said, addressing the council. ‘This was only meant to be a transmission to Meridan, not a possession.’

Quite all right
, came the response.
As your sister is unconscious she cannot be held accountable for her actions, and it is a very pertinent question she has asked. The answer, my dear Meridan, is yes. I postponed my spiritual evolution in order to aid the Queen of the Anunnaki to repair the damage done on Earth by our people.

‘Lord,’ Solarian appealed, ‘please continue with what you were telling me before this interruption…’ She sounded a little agitated by my unintended invasion of her astral self.

I had so many questions about Killian, and this being had all the answers, but I realised I had intruded enough. I allowed the ethereal scene to fade into the blankness that marked the prelude to conscious awakening.

As my eyes opened it took me a second to realise that I was lying on a lounge on the control deck of the
Klieo.
The last thing I recalled was Polaris commanding the ship to Signet Station Six while I channelled Blue Flame energy into the turbine funnel.
I must have passed out again.
I sat up, wondering where everybody was.

Out beyond the front shield windows rose a huge rock wall. An ancient grotto was carved into its face, now crumbled into disrepair. I looked around—there was rock surrounding us. It seemed the
Klieo
was parked inside a huge desert crater.

‘New Mexico,’ I said to myself, recalling where Signet Station Six—Solarian’s station—was located. Solarian must have opened the Enoch pyramid and stargate, and made contact with the Azurline Council on Sirius B, while I slept. Sirius B was the primary planet of the Anu these days, which explained why those on the council had appeared to be of Lugh Lamhfada’s kind, and also why En Ki was with them.

I wandered out into the corridor and headed towards Solarian’s voice, which was coming from the ship’s conference room.

‘Our father spoke of the Elect One who has been under his wing,’ she was telling the rest of the staff as I entered. ‘He said that he would send his elect before us, and that the righteous would prevail and be without number before him forever.’

‘Him?’ Polaris queried. ‘I’d have thought that Kali was En Ki’s Elect One, as she’s the primary key that opens Amenti.’

‘But Kali was sent to raise Nefilim consciousness, not humanity’s,’ Talori pointed out. ‘The Elect One En Ki spoke of is the second coming of Christ.’

‘He’s talking about Killian Labontè,’ I said from the doorway.

My husband looked stunned by my words.

‘Here she is,’ Solarian said and grinned at me, ‘my sassy sister who psychically hacked into my meeting with the Council of Azurline.’

‘She took control of your astral body?’ Talori gasped, impressed.

‘Only long enough to ask a question,’ Solarian clarified, ‘but, yes, she did.’ She seemed rather proud of me.

Talori was fascinated. ‘I’ve never heard of that being done before. I must take some of your blood when we get back to the future. For analysis,’ she explained. ‘I think your DNA might be braiding.’

‘After what I’ve been through in the past twenty years, I wouldn’t be at all surprised by what my DNA is doing,’ I told her cheerfully.

‘You’ve been gone for twenty years?’ Arcturus was most concerned to hear this.

I nodded apologetically, feeling that twenty years of distance rapidly unfolding between us. ‘A full cycle of time—eighteen years in the past, two in the present. It was the only way to avoid inadvertently building the Nefilim a superhighway back to the early Roman Empire.’

‘Smart thinking,’ Polaris said, following my reasoning.

I shunned the credit. ‘Thank Killian. He was the one who worked it out.’

‘What makes you think that Killian is En Ki’s Elect One, Meridan?’ Solarian got us back on subject.

‘Killian Labontè is not Christ!’ Arcturus couldn’t believe we were even entertaining the notion. ‘If anything, the exact opposite is true and he’s the Antichrist!’

‘He is both and neither, but has the potential to be either.’ I offered what I felt to be the truth. ‘Yeshua, better known as Jesus, wasn’t born with Christ consciousness either. He became one with the planetary Christos in his later years, because, when tested by
Satan, he chose the path of Christ even though it meant pain, ridicule and hardship for him.’

‘Having been married to the man, you should certainly know,’ Castor commented, then immediately regretted it. He was usually far more tactful.

‘You believe Killian is Yeshua incarnate?’ my husband said incredulously.

‘I recognise his energy,’ I confessed.

‘So you were married to Killian in a past life?’ Arcturus was thunderstruck by the information. ‘And have spent the last twenty years in his company?
Twenty years.
’

I knew why he’d stressed the point; he and I had been together for less than fifteen.

‘I didn’t recognise him until we were back in the past,’ I explained, but Arcturus had left the room, unable to process how he felt about the news whilst surrounded by others.

‘I’m so sorry, Meridan,’ Castor said. As he spoke, the room fell into darkness.

‘What now?’ Polaris grumbled, but before he’d reached the door, the ship’s systems came back online. ‘I’d best go see what that was all about,’ he said. ‘Meridan?’

As his power source, I accompanied him.

Apologies for any inconvenience, Captain,
the
Klieo
said as we entered the control room.
I detected the shockwave of an electromagnetic pulse approaching and temporarily shut down all systems to avoid corruption.

‘Was the source nuclear?’ Polaris asked.

Negative, Captain, the lack of radioactive particles suggests a nonnuclear source.