Читать книгу The Gates of Atlantis - I. R. Tagarian - Страница 9

This was all too much, too much. She felt as if she was split into two. One part of her knew that this was not a bad dream or sick fantasy. The other part refused to comprehend how she should be connected to all of this. Who are these people, if they even are people? The one who called herself Serapis Ningali and her mother, who was standing in front of her, clearly knew what was going on inside Aime and her violet almond eyes turned soft and warm regardless of the gravity of the situation. She smiled reassuringly and nodded to Aime as if confirming what the girl had not yet said out loud. “So you are the ones who in myths are referred to as fairies, once you get to their world and return in a few days, whole generations have passed,” Aime started to realise. The woman smiled and nodded. “Every nation who has seen us for some reason, calls us differently. And this is the reason you can’t be here for long. Ninmah and Djehuty cannot keep the times of our worlds in sync any longer than necessary to give you the most important information. It swallows enormous amounts of energy, even during peacetime, it would have needed the cooperation of many devotees. But there are not many devotees left around here. As long as we can keep the Brotherhood of Darkness in the fight on our frequency level, they are not able to hit Earth with their full force but only leach into your time through henchmen, creating vital energy for themselves. Creating the energy of fear, war and hatred, this is what they feed on, and their power grows.”

Aime now saw Earth on the pictures appearing on the wall, desolated rainforests, contaminated rivers, gigantic piles of trash, children dying of starvation, and people killing each other in wars. It was all connected, connected to the same big darkness, that had followed her when she got to the temple. This big, heavy lifeform consisting of immense darkness, moved like a caliginous spinning tornado onto everyone who connected with pain, fear and violence while sucking a piece of them into itself. “But if they can get to your energy, the Virgin of Light and the last priestess of the temple, and open all the Gates of Atlantis with it, not only Atlantis will perish but with it Earth and its current civilisation! This is why you are here right now.” The woman was looking at Aime in all seriousness. “You must help us! You must help all the people you have ever known and even those who you will never know. If you do not do this right now, the Earth as you know it and call your home planet, will not exist by the end of this year.”

“You are talking about the Mayan calendar?” Aime asked as she suddenly realised that if fairies are not merely fairy-tale characters but real-life creatures from some parallel frequency, they might as well be talking about the discussion that recently has inflamed Earth; 21. 12. 2012, also known as the potential apocalypse at the end of the year, the June of which she had moments ago left to enter this strange place.

Serapis nodded “In one month of your time when the White Temple can no longer withstand the waves here, they will try to break the protective shield of Solaria. This is how we call your Solar system which, like people, actually has quite a lot of different vibration levels, which means worlds inhabited by creatures. Since they have direct connections with powerful forces of nature, they shall use the same tools as they did all the previous times. Changing the natural processes of Earth by strong energy impulses. As you saw, the human civilisation on earth has already been destroyed by land, water, and fire. This time the doom would come through the air. In your physical world, it would take place as the process you call solar flares. Extremely powerful flare, directed straight to Earth, which would disable all of your electric tools. This would be followed by six months of terror, pillaging, chaos, violence, in a sense, all of the energies needed for creatures of darkness to exist, are sent out. In half a year, the self-destructing wild mankind shall create enough of this energy for the Dark Prince to cross the protecting level of frequency with its system leaders and take over the world once and for all. This was known by our priests who, after the destruction of our continent, which we foresaw, moved to the place you currently call South-America. They created this calendar because the process of time can only be foreseen up to this point. Because in that point of time, something has to be done which was not known to anyone up until today.”

While Serapis was talking, pictures were flashing in front of Aime’s eyes with realistic looking events. Men in white garments arriving in big boats to the land, where wild local tribes, scared by the natural disasters try to attack them. A man on the ship rises his wand and stops the attackers with stone axes. Another man from the vessel becomes later the leader of the community and shares his knowledge with the savages. Until other men arrive, who take over the temples founded by the teachers of light. Taking it with force, make these holy places into areas for human and animal sacrifice, where blood flows and dark energy collects itself, which feeds the creatures of darkness who has settled over the temples. The collections of dark energy surrounding Earth grow, and underneath those arise the metropolises, industrial centres and the oil leaks flowing into the sea. The pure, wholesome nature perishes. Groups of terrified, unsure people who attack each other to survive to enlarge everywhere. Feeding off the disturbed crowds, even bigger clouds of energy appear. Above Earth, as if behind some strange glass barrier, creatures who are shapeless but clearly alive suck this energy from the “cracks in the glass”. Until an enormous flow of energy purges from the Sun destroying the invisible dome surrounding Earth and dark creatures charge down towards the defenceless plane. The people killing each other looking mortified.

“Is it for certain?” Aime asked, being shaken by the horror of the pictures. “No, it is not. Right now, the last battle between the Archons and Atlants, the Brotherhood of Darkness and the people of Light is taking place. There are still a few smart people who have not blended in with the ones who have lost self-awareness. They are trying to wake people up, make them understand how reality actually works. However, it is complicated to turn those who have fallen into mental slavery, back to awareness and responsibility. Especially when the Brotherhood of Darkness is constantly enlarging its power over the rulers of Earth. Our time is almost up. Our single day is forty years of your time. Your soul was taken from my daughter half a day ago, as I knew we would not have more time than half a day. I had to take you somewhere you could grow and take shelter until the last deciding moment arrived. The moment where I can no longer do anything.” The violet eyes of Serapis turned nearly black. “But you can, as in your dimension you have the possibility to close all the leaks necessary for the Brotherhood to get through. You are now the Virgin of Light! You are the keeper of the Gates of Atlantis. Now you must protect them. Now you must protect us all!”

Aime again saw a picture of the Earth surrounded by that same glasslike field of energy. In specific areas of the planet, the energy twirled violently. Some panicle places were covered with a dark fog, and these were precisely the places where the destroying current found its way to Earth. Aime heard loud crashes coming from somewhere and felt the ground shaking. “Now it is all up to you,” echoed in her ears.

The fear grew inside Aime. It was all so illogical, so impossible, so incomprehensible… and yet so realistic. “What am I supposed to do?” The woman pressed a circular metal-like sphere into her palms. “You must find and close all the ancient gates of Atlantis for them. These are the energy centres of the Earth, which have been used by people for thousands of years. If you cannot open the gates on their previous frequency, where the higher energy beings are located, then you must at least close them so the low frequency which the Brothers of Darkness have been trying to set them in for the last four thousand years cannot continue.” Aime was confused.

"I cannot do this. I am not capable of doing this. Will someone help me do this?” Serapis smiled. “I am sure someone will. There are quite a lot of people on Earth who have been doing these things for quite a while now. Our power here is starting to fade out. Atlantis will perish. But we can create a new civilisation. If you can open the gates for our frequency, some of us could escape from the sinking Atlantis and help people build a new world. If we were to open the escape routes ourselves from this side, then every time we opened the gate the ones we are trying to keep on this side with our own forces and make harmless sacrificing the Devotees of our people, would find their way into the world. This is the reason why there were 7000 skeletons like mine found in the building you came through.”

The violet eyes of Serapis again darkened with pain “We had to close the gate from this side, even though a large amount of my people, who had protected Earth in the war your mythology calls the “Second war of gods”, were not able to reach our frequencies through the gates you used to enter today. They died in the natural disaster evoked by the Brothers of Darkness and their bodies piled the halls they had established with the aim of protecting Earth from attacks like these. When your people discovered and opened the rooms of the Holy Island, their skeletons turned to dust. Everything that is taken straight from one dimension into another falls into molecular parent compound. The people of your earthly father have a lot of legends about fairy gold that turns into tree leaves and dust when taken from the fairyland. The only option is to create a being, who consists of the elements of both frequencies. Like you. You are not the first creature of this kind in the world. However, you are the first who has a body which can be inhabited by one soul flame in two frequencies at the same time.”

Aime again saw the picture flashing on the wall of terrifying horrors. She recognised the rooms of Hypogeum, but they were brighter somehow. The walls were subtle white and confusion was boiling inside her. The girl hoped this dream would end soon, she would wake up in her own bed, and everything would go back to normal. This could not be happening for real. Yet it was even too real. Serapis most likely understood that she had reached the ultimate endurance limit of Aime’s reception. She removed the holographic pictures running in Aime’s mind’s eye.