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“You still have five minutes of your time to be here,” Serapis said, almost as if also trying to get out of the horrifying picture. “Then you still have a month to find and close the gates. I will always be around, but we cannot physically meet anymore. Only after you have opened the last, seventh gate, we can meet again. Either at the end of us all or in the new beginning of Earth. This is up to you now.

I need all my energy here to keep them away from her, your body on our level, on the final moments of Atlantis, which will be deciding for us all. You must carry out the job she started here and could not finish. Keep in mind, I am always near and can keep in contact with you through the last Mu-Le created by the Children of Light, which she saved. She pointed at the oddly metallic sphere covered with strange signs. “I think you wanted to ask something when you came here?” The woman was smiling again. Only now Aime got the opportunity to look around in the room. The reality was calming.

They were standing in a magnificent hall, the mirror-like walls cut from stones of which, where covered with marvellous frescos. The fairy-like beautiful women depicted on the walls with their ample breasts, tiny waists and curvy hips almost seemed to actually be talking to the athletic young men, whose bodies oozed of power and dynamic. “How have you managed to create all of this?” Aime asked, her eyes filled with awe. The woman stopped in front of a marble block about one meter in height and the same in length, hanging from the wall of the room and started staring at it with all of her focus. Before Aime was able to react, the massive piece of marble raised from its place, made a swift circle around the perimeters of the room while floating in the air and landed softly, without any noise whatsoever right back in its original location. Aime stepped carefully towards the big piece of stone and touched it. It was white and cold, just like marble.

Serapis smiled kindly. “Everything that surrounds you is actually energy, only its density varies,” she explained, sliding her violet eyes over the temple. “Some energy is so dense that the senses feel the connection with it, as a block of stone, others, on the other hand, are thinner than air and therefore unseen for the naked eye. Some techniques help you dense and shape the energy until it gets palpable, in the exact form you need. Therefore, when you look around here, you can merely see the thoughts of our ancestors, nothing else.”

Aime was rolling her fingers over the smooth, bright surface of the marble block with engraved decorations, still being baffled about seeing the rock float on air. “So this is the secret of your magnificent, extremely precisely polished stonemasonry? The secret of building these building, which we cannot comprehend even hundreds of years later.” The woman nodded. “This is it. We need nothing else than the exact, precise idea of what we intend to create.” Gossamer patterns engraved into the marble loomed underneath Aime’s fingers. “First of all, you must take a rock, go deep into its structure and essence,” explained the strange woman who had become familiar to Aime within these brief moments. “Our ancestors put those massive stones in their places, using telekinesis. For this, you need to change the density of the object at your own will, to change the stone blocks weighing hundreds of tons, as light as sheets of paper. Then you add your vision of the stone’s final processing, rearrange the existing structure a little although the substance stays the same. The whole art of it is based on the knowledge that it is possible. Using the forces of application and will, which is fertilised by being in harmony with the Universe. This is the most powerful, creating energy in the Universe. People sometimes call it love. The Forces of Darkness do not possess this power. That is why they wish to conquer the handlers of creativity,” the priestess explained the nature of the process, which is at the same time simple and dauntingly powerful. Aime understood it since in some ways she had already known it. She had just forgotten.

The meaning of love has changed in people’s world. Originally it was the flow of harmony everywhere, through everything, in all dimensions. Love as the complete harmony of the existence keeps the universe together, both you and these rocks. Being in the creative state of perfect balance, it is possible to influence you, as well as these rocks. And you can control the stones. Right now, you cannot do it since your current memory lacks the necessary knowledge, discipline and mind clarity to fixate the image you wish to create. The creatures of darkness are not capable of producing anything since they lack love. They do not have harmony. They spread chaos because they are ruled by chaos. In actuality, they too wish to get back to the original balance but have lost their way. They can only take over what has been created by love and shift it to fit their sense of the world. For us, it seems like perishing beauty, for them, it is just a way to turn things acceptable to them.”

Aime looked at the stones in the massive wall and tried to imagine how incisive must have been the thoughts and senses of the people who set them in their places. She knew that she was about to lose a powerful experience and the opportunity to understand the underlying secrets regarding the functions of the world. “Is this the same way you came to our room in the Tarxien temple?” Aime asked the question that was eating her up inside, although she had many questions to ask this smart woman from an ancient civilisation.

“Yes and no. Similarly, I used my mind to do that, that is true. But teleportation is different from telekinesis. It is the ability to move through time and space and rematerialize somewhere. It is the higher-level knowledge. When you move a stone, you merely temporarily change the frequency of the matter inside it, and it changes back once your influence has worn off. The matter maintains its essence. If you have to first dissolve and then rearrange yourself cell by cell, it calls for quite a long practice time. During teleportation, your body dissolves into a sheaf of atomic energy, into clear light which moves along the lines of force. That is why reappearances and disappearances occur in specific places. In reality, it is naturally possible to do it wherever, once you dominate your senses to perfection, however, it is significantly easier in some places. In the final destination, you have to be able to rematerialize, and for that, it is useful if the energy of the destination supports the endeavour of your consciousness with its field. Even better when you are supported by Mu-Le, a powerful tool which can transform energy, created by the Children of Light, which they used to come to Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago.”

The woman focused her glance on the strange sphere in Aime’s hand. “Transmission is a high-energy consuming action, roughly the same as a nuclear reaction happening to you. At first, you explode, and then you put yourself back together from your parent matter, with the help of your consciousness. In addition to your matter, you must take with you the infinite energy which disengaged when you dematerialised. That is why the ancients created a network over the whole world, which helps us to more easily go through the process of materialising from one place to another.” Now Aime knew, why some places on this Earth had been holier than others since the beginning of time. In these places’ “gods” could inexplicably appear – creatures whose powers were multiple times stronger than those of humans and who came and went, appeared and disappeared, just as they deemed necessary.

“Ancient masters – some of them still function in your time – can influence matter and energy anywhere. They are the so-called immortals. Your body is a hologram. Eyes, ears, hands, legs, every part includes information about you as a whole. By controlling this information, you can create a material body for yourself at any point in time and just appear. Great yogis can live like that for thousands of years, they do not die, rather simply live in moments that are important for their purpose on Earth. Appearing in these moments in a bodily form as perfect as their awareness. That is the reason why the undying also do not get older – their soul is capable of materialising the body in the same exact structure as they like.”

Aime had an idea about a way to use this skill in her world. The woman smirked. The girl had forgotten that thanks to the telepathic communication, Serapis reads every little thought in her mind. “I do not believe that any of the great masters would aim to use their skills in plastic surgery,” Aime’s thoughts sincerely amused the woman. “The holders of awareness are young and beautiful just because their physical body reflects their mental perfection. They do not make any specific efforts for that.” Aime looked at the goddesses with tiny waists and big breasts on the frescos and thought, what would most of the women of her culture give to look like this. Without knowing that it is all achievable by merely changing the way you think. But once you have reached that level of changing the way you think, the dreams of an incredible body lose their meaning. This paradox made Aime smile with the woman. “Clearing yourself of the low and destructive impulses and raising the frequency of the energy of your thoughts and emotions, getting closer to the Omnipresent Harmony is the biggest gift we could give ourselves. This can be done by understanding, always choosing awareness, peace, and love to be the driving forces for all of your actions.” Serapis raised her long neck and moved her whole slender, perfect body with ultimate grace, moving further from Aime, giving the impression that this conversation had ended. “Go now. You are in a hurry. Be my daughter in awareness and love and do the things nobody else can do, but you. I will watch over you, as long as my strength allows me to.” Her oblong stretched head flounced momentarily towards the girl, underneath her high hairdo, and her violet-coloured eyes seemed like the most beautiful things in the world at that point. “The gates of Atlantis are the most powerful places on Earth, where the transformations I just told you about, are possible. This is why it is crucial right now to find the gates and open them for the right kind of energy.” Before Aime got a chance to say anything, Serapis had disappeared – as if the stone wall had swallowed her – into the fresco, to the company of gorgeous gods and goddesses just like her.