Earth Reborn

By Michael Morel

Earth Reborn is a tale of possibilities and probabilities; fact and fantasy; strength and weakness; hope and redemption. It is a tale for everyone.

Two advanced souls are sent to Earth by the elders of the Golden Realm on a challenging and momentous mission: to create peace. Under the influence of the dark forces, violence is escalating on the planet, the oceans are awash in poison, disease is rampant, and humans fill their lives with useless toys in a futile search for fulfillment. All previous attempts to direct mankind in the ways of universe justice and truth have failed as humans refuse to learn from their mistakes. But the Master has determined that this time will be different.

Exton, the male energy, is bright, energetic and restless. Wyvern, the female energy, is cool and mysterious, with an exquisite magnetism that creates an unbreakable bond of love between the two highly evolved souls. Their mission is to travel to Earth and find the missing bronze, silver and gold keys and unlock the forces that will save the planet from destruction.
But not only do they have to find the keys; they must also find each other. The two soul twins are ‘born’ continents apart – Wyvern in outback Australia and Exton in Manhattan with no knowledge of the other’s existence and no memory of where they have come from.

All they have is an imprint on their consciousness of the task ahead and a deep, inner knowledge and certainty of the other’s existence somewhere in the universe. During the tumultuous years of their lives on Earth, a dark plot is conceived by the Grey Ones to control the planet under the guise of a new world order. A mission is undertaken to discover and colonise another planet that will give mankind the chance of redemption.

The search begins for the two humans who will be chosen to inhabit the new planet and light the way for a new destiny for the human race.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Morel
• Release date: Dec 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9780987195845

Michael Morel

What’s the difference between the Traditional Mind and the Organic Mind? Put simply, the former has boundaries and the latter has complete freedom. Not only does The Organic Mind reveal what you need to embrace this energy; it also tells you how to do it. This book is the result of more than thirty years’ research by a curious mind. The formula is so simple that you can reach this state of mind with your eyes shut. Michael Morel began writing in 2000 when he discovered the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle he had been putting together all his life. Twenty-five years earlier he had asked the question: God, what is life all about? In his desire to share this knowledge with others, he has written a number of books and manuals on the subject of life. A short business trip to Australia from his home country of New Zealand resulted in a stay of more than thirty years. A carpenter, builder and part-time draftsman, he has used his skills in planning and logic to put together his writings in the hope that they will benefit others. He is a Guinness World Record Holder for speaking skills (the world’s longest lecture on life, 1999), a storyteller and a proficient guest speaker.

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EARTH REBORN

Michael Morel

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Contents

Part 1 - The search for the golden key: 2010

Chapter 1 - The mission

Chapter 2 - The bronze key

Chapter 3 - The silver key

Chapter 4 - The gold key

Chapter 5 - The verdict

Chapter 6 - The marriage

Part 2 - The door to the future: 2017

Chapter 1 - The twins

Chapter 2 - The twelve in grey

Chapter 3 - Kidnapped

Chapter 4 - The beginning

Chapter 5 - The trial

Chapter 6 - The leaving

Part 3 - Twin earth: 2032

Chapter 1 - The theory

Chapter 2 - The meeting

Chapter 3 - The selection

Chapter 4 - The dark forces

Chapter 5 - The gladiators

Chapter 6 - The contest

Chapter 7 - De-energising

Chapter 8 - Countdown

Part 4 - The end days

Chapter 1 - The Master visits

Chapter 2 - The light workers

Also by the author

About the author

Acknowledgements

Part 1

The search for the gold key: 2010

Chapter 1

The Mission

Far, far back in time the council of twelve made a decision of extreme importance, a decision that could determine either the continuation of life in the universe or its extinction. The Golden Ones, a race of superior beings from the planet Ziros, were facing invasion by the dark forces that existed on the unseen side of the moon. The Golden Ones were beautiful beyond description. Their appearance included fine features that could transform from masculine to feminine depending upon their mood and state of mind; nevertheless, they were angelic in appearance. This race had the knowledge of all things known in the universe, and they also had the ability to produce planets and stars and new worlds so magnificent that mere mortals would have great difficulty in even imagining them. The crisis facing the Golden Ones was the result of an act of treason committed by one of their race that had defected to the dark forces, lured by the promise of wealth and power. Now there was a great danger of Ziros being destroyed, and with it, all its inhabitants and worldly knowledge. The Golden Realm had been formed by the Master Creator eons ago and in keeping with universal law was to become the very nucleus of the human spirit. This is why some folk are said to have ‘a heart of gold’; this is recognition for their kindness towards other human beings. Little do they know that their nature has its roots so far back in time, or that their ancestors had in fact been the Golden Ones.

In their wisdom, the council members had already made plans for such an emergency by creating planet Earth in order to recreate themselves, but at a lower vibration. They would then transfer their knowledge and wisdom to these new beings – to be known as human beings – where it would be carefully stored in the human heart. Intense planning had been put into the enterprise; it was considered right and proper that all life should be experienced from the lowliest point.

And so life on Earth began its existence as a single cell, and through time evolved to become what is recognised in the twenty-first century as a human being.

When the Golden Ones decided to create these beings, their energy became a part of the human race and with it came the knowledge con-tained within the Golden Ones’ genetic structure. From the very first moment the single cell was developed and placed like a seed on Earth, it contained all the knowledge that had ever existed, or would ever exist. The phenomenon, however, was not remembered by the human beings who carried it, other than as a distant knowingness too fragile to touch and too far out of reach. They remembered it vaguely, like an unforgettable movie, a poem of exquisite beauty; like a song with unparalleled harmony: known, yet unknown, a puzzle to be solved. It was therefore of the utmost importance that human beings continued to exist and expand their knowledge through action, and that the secrets stayed within the light of truth. The elders in the race of Golden Ones became the mentors and guardians of the knowledge they had implanted in the cells of the human being.

However, the new beings on Earth were also at risk of being tempted by the dark forces, which loved the delicacy of soul energy, this negative force being responsible for much of the earthlings’ sufferings. As Earth’s citizens swayed from war to peace, then peace to war yet again, time and time again, those who had created the human with free will sought a solution. Problems on Earth reached epidemic proportions, with more than half the world at near starvation point. In the twenty-first century the possibility of another world war loomed as leaders worldwide continued to argue about wealth, policy and global warming.

The Knights of the Golden Realm had been given the task of guardian-ship of Earth. The master had sent them to Earth during the Dark Ages in an endeavour to bring peace to Earth, but they had somehow lost their way. The master had received no communication from them for centuries, and he feared they had been recruited by Emperor Ego, commander of the dark forces, to wield the sword with promises of wealth and power.

The master, as mysterious as the council members themselves, was seated at the head of a table surrounded by a golden mist. He called for silence.

‘My friends,’ he began in a musical tone, ‘we have a major crisis on our hands on planet Earth. Not only is violence escalating, caused mainly by the sabotage of the members of the dark forces, but the disease is be-ginning to affect even the most devoted and humble humans who strive for peace. In the past we have sent forth prophets to direct mankind in the ways of universal justice and truth. This has had a short-term effect at best, as humans soon lapse back to their old habits of refusing to learn from their mistakes.’

The master looked at each member in turn, making sure they were paying attention as he prepared to outline his plan. ‘All such prophets in the past have been of the male gender, as it would appear that many of Earth’s problems have been created by male energy. It’s obvious that this plan has not been successful. We must now implement a more comprehensive one. This time we will send to Earth two emissaries: a male and a female. They will be our representatives on the planet. They will not only report their findings, but will become examples to all humans on Earth. They will be required to observe and record human behaviour from conception to death and to make recommendations.’

There was a buzz of anticipation and the Master waited for it to subside before continuing. ‘Their task will be to find and return the three keys that have been lost for centuries: the bronze, silver and gold keys. If they don’t find the three keys, not only is Earth in danger of being destroyed, but a domino effect could see the universe disappear altogether.’

He stood. ‘This concludes our meeting. I will return to my throne room to consult the all-knowing Book of Life.’

Trako, the guardian of the Soul Bank, was a wisp of an entity barely 150 centimetres tall but with an aura to match even the most glorious sun-set. His form could change shape at will, allowing him to be in many places at one time. Such a skill was most essential as he was the only entity in charge of the millions of souls in the bank. Far below the golden cloud where the Master dwelt, Trako received a message from the throne room. The message, which had ridden on a harmonious wavelength, was immediately deciphered through his hidden sensors.

‘M-m-me?’ He seemed stunned, his form radiating a golden glow. ‘The m-m-master wants to see m-m-mee?’

‘Yes, yes,’ came the confirmation. ‘Immediately.’

Trako made his way to the palace, an egg-like structure that floated in the void. I wonder what I’m to do, he mused to himself. I wonder. To gain such an audience with the Master was rare indeed. Me! he thought. The master wants to see me. Perhaps this is a promotion. At last! If it were a promotion it could mean a vacation fest: a journey to other galaxies. Trako knew he must not be impatient but … oh, what joy!

As he approached the palace entrance, the clouds parted to reveal a circular opening that the soul keeper drifted through with ease. He be-came aware that he was being watched. With all-seeing eyes, the Mas-ter’s guardians ringed the golden throne of their superior that floated in the centre of the palace. As Trako made his way towards the tall, hooded figure, one of the guardians detached itself from the inner wall to hover in front of him. Round like a ball, the entity had so many eyes that Trako couldn’t decide which one was looking at him.

‘That’s close enough,’ it warned. ‘You must not proceed any further or the power will destroy you.’ With that it zoomed back to its slot, all the time watching … watching.

Trako halted and waited for the majestic figure seated on the throne to communicate, observing that the Master’s appearance was hidden in-side a pure-white flowing gown. The void within the hooded cowl glowed and vibrated with an eerie golden colour, the like of which he had never seen before. Should I kneel? he wondered.

The master read his thoughts. From the throne a musical voice entered his form. ‘We have no time for such formalities,’ the Master said. ‘We have a crisis on our hands which must be attended to without delay.’

Trako waited.

‘Planet Earth is in a sorry state. The highly evolved souls we have sent in the past have only created a temporary solution to the problems. There are still religious wars being fought in many countries. The oceans are being polluted with poisons from the land and the soils are losing their fertility. Humans are oversupplying themselves with useless toys and indulging in torturous and barbaric rituals. Some even invent disease instead of learning how to prevent it. They do not hear Earth’s cries as they continue to inflict wounds, not only on themselves but on the planet that feeds them like a mother. The rich care not for the poor and the poor have begun to hate the rich. They have made wealth their god and turned their backs on the teachings of the higher souls who have visited them, choosing to destroy them one by one. This situation cannot be tolerated. If it continues, Earth will die.’

The master paused to allow Trako to absorb the import of his words. ‘As the father of the universe, I detest the thought of losing yet another of my creations through arrogance and a refusal to obey the laws of nature.’

There was an eerie silence as the entire galaxy listened to the Master. ‘I’ve been tolerant of human ignorance in the past hoping they’ll grow out of their bad habits, but that does not appear to be happening. Therefore, the time has come once more to endeavour to put Earth’s resources back in order. Besides, it’s getting awfully crowded up here. We must delay for as long as possible a mass influx of souls, at least until we have the new Soul Bank completed.’

‘What is your w-w-wish, master?’ queried Trako, his form expanding with pride.

‘I’ve decided to send two souls to Earth to attempt to create peace once and for all,’ came the response.

Two! Trako’s being emitted a feeling of both surprise and excitement. ‘But master, this has never been attempted before in the history of the universe. Do you feel it will succeed?’

‘I do not know,’ replied the Master, ‘but it appears that we have no alternative. I wish you to prepare souls number sixty-nine and ninety-six for briefing and immediate dispatch.’

‘Sixty-nine and ninety-six?’ queried Trako incredulously. ‘B-b-but they are so old¸ master. Do y-y-you really think they’re up to the j-j-journey?’

‘Enough! Enough!’ the Master growled, a new tempo coming into his voice. ‘We’ll put them through the rejuvenation energy field prior to departure. I’ve given the matter a great deal of thought and have con-cluded that these two must be the ones to go. Prepare them imme-diately.’ With that, the audience was over and the Master was swal-lowed up in a swirling mist.

Trako made his way directly to the Soul Bank, taking from the folds of his garments a crystal key to unlock the cubicles of numbers sixty-nine and ninety-six. ‘Sixty-nine and ninety-six,’ he mumbled. ‘I just hope the Master’s got it right. Now if it were me …’

Trako fumbled with the key, eager to carry out the Master’s decision quickly. He did not want the Master to think he had questioned his decision. Trako had no desire to return to Earth; eighteen lifetimes had been enough for him. Carefully he inserted the key into the cylinder labelled SOUL 69. As the door opened to its full extent he gasped. It was empty! He quickly glided further down the line to open number ninety-six. To his horror it was also empty. What was he to do?

When Trako the soul keeper had floated up towards the golden palace and had his meeting with the Master, two souls were roaming free, hand in hand, as much in love in their present dimension as they had been on Earth. Lifetime after lifetime, evolving from the mighty albatross and mating forever, they never lost the desire for each other’s company, or for the exhilarating feeling of free flight.

Exton, the male energy, was as the sun: bright, energetic, and restless. His lover, Wyvern, was a moon maiden: cool, mysterious and with a magnetism that kept the two together like some kind of cosmic glue. They communicated by thought because at the speed they travelled words would be lost in space if they had tried to talk.

Slow down, warned Wyvern. I’m receiving a message from the Soul Bank.

They had been exploring space with its many worlds and mysteries, playing with strange creatures and observing new flora and fauna like a couple of New Age explorers.

We must return at once, Wyvern continued, or our absence will be dis-covered. We’re not really supposed to be out here, remember.

Rubbish, scoffed Exton. You know as well as I how crowded the bank’s becoming since the threat of World War III on planet Earth, and it’ll be some time before the new one’s completed.

But Wyvern was insistent and Exton reluctantly agreed, sighing a great sigh. Oh well, he thought to himself, the far side of the moon will have to wait for another time.

But Wyvern picked up his thoughts and warned, You know that’s one place that’s out of bounds, even for us. I for one don’t wish to tempt fate, so let’s combine and return. We’ll make faster our travel as one.

There was a golden glow as their two energies merged. To observers on Earth, what looked like another shooting star sped across the night sky.

Trako trembled slightly as he faced the Master for a second time. The hooded entity was not pleased.

‘Gone!’ the Master boomed like a thunderclap. ‘What do you mean, gone?’

‘I’ve inspected both soul cylinders,’ said Trako, ‘and I’m sorry to say that souls sixty-nine and ninety-six are missing. They weren’t due for vacation for another two million light years, according to my records.’

The master chuckled. ‘It would appear that we have selected the best there is for this mission. We need a bit of daring, do we not? However, I must see for myself. Come, Trako.’

The pair floated towards the bank. On arrival, Trako produced the strange triangular-shaped crystal key and inserted it into the lock on cylinder sixty-nine. To his amazement Exton was in residence, as was Wyvern when he inspected ninety-six.

‘We must have your sensors checked, my friend,’ said the Master kindly. ‘Now, inform them of my wishes and ask them to report in the briefing room as quickly as possible.’

Exton and Wyvern soon assumed their individual forms once again and faced the council of twelve and the Master, who began to explain their mission.

‘We have a major crisis on planet Earth,’ he said, ‘and we’re in need of your services. While we’re aware that you’ve earned the right to be immortal and have graduated from the classroom of life with honours, you two are the obvious choice. However, as you’re aware, under universal law you’re not obliged to take this mission and you will not be judged or punished should you refuse.’

‘What would you have us do, master?’ asked Exton.

‘Three keys are missing,’ replied the Master, ‘the bronze and silver keys and, most importantly, the gold key. Your task, should you accept it, is to return to Earth and find all three. You will have twenty-one Earth years in which to carry out your mission and if you succeed, you can return here and have permanent vacation rights.’

‘What is happening on Earth?’ Wyvern asked.

‘Wars, worry, sickness and depression are spreading throughout the human race at an alarming rate. Although technology on Earth is ex-panding at a great pace, humans have all but forgotten that they have souls. This is the work of the dark forces, I fear. If it continues, the world will become one big black hole and we will also be in danger of being swallowed.’

‘Twenty-one years,’ echoed Wyvern. ‘That’s a long time in Earth terms. Do the humans have that long? The planet was in a sorry state the last time we were there.’

‘Remember that we have the power to manipulate time,’ the Master responded. ‘Although it will appear to you and those on Earth that twenty-one years have passed, in fact only twenty-one Earth days will have gone by. It will, however, give the humans a chance to see the future and, at the same time, come face to face with the reality of what they’re doing to themselves.’

‘But how will they observe us and our findings?’ queried Exton.

The master replied after a short silence, as if reluctant to tell all he knew. ‘The technicalities will be taken care of by light workers who, over many lifetimes, have been scattered throughout civilisation. On Earth I believe they’re called clairvoyants and healers, although their powers are greatly reduced in the third dimension. Still, they do what they can and will be … ah … notified of your coming.’

‘How will that happen?’ asked Exton, wondering how their views would be communicated.

‘Because most of the planet’s inhabitants have access to television and something they call the internet,’ the Master said, ‘your views and opi-nions will become widespread. Humans, being what they are, will gossip and spread the word. You’ll view the goings-on in the world through the eyes of the innocent, jointly reporting on each of your Earth birthdays.’

‘What will we become when we arrive on planet Earth?’ asked Wyvern.

‘I’ve arranged for you to be born as brother and sister in the United States of America, which, I’m sad to say, is far from united. The whole country – and especially their leaders – is suffering from a huge bout of ego sickness. Instead of being a race of peacemakers, as was their original mandate, they’ve become warmongers caught up in the whirlpool of greed. They send their young men to war instead of training them in the art of peacemaking, making a mockery of their so-called belief in their god. It is so sad, so very sad.’

The master’s form glowed a violent red, indicating that even servants of the creator could become angry. ‘But, to the mission,’ he continued. ‘I’ll give you time to consider. You may visit the garden of nature for one period but after that you must give me your answer.’

The garden was like no other place ever seen on Earth: therein was contained all the trees, shrubs and flowers ever planted on the planet. The garden and everything in it were the handiwork of Peter Pixie Perfect, who had been responsible for the design. Humans called it the ‘Garden of Eden’ and it was in this fairytale-like setting that souls prepared themselves for the journey to Earth.

Exton and Wyvern materialised into human form and strolled hand in hand amidst the beauty.

‘Let’s sit,’ said Exton to his partner. The two made themselves comfortable on a mushroom-like bench. ‘What do you think?’ he questioned. ‘Should we go?’

‘Well, I don’t really want to,’ Wyvern replied, ‘but I think we’re needed and that it’s our duty to go. At least we’ll be helping humankind and I do have a soft spot for the planet. We could think of it as helping a sick friend.’

Exton nodded. ‘And we are guaranteed a return here, so that’s a bonus.’ Exton stood. ‘We’d better inform the Master. I sense that for humans, time is running out.’

And so it came to pass that the launch date was set.

According to the Master, it was of great importance to have not only longitude and latitude correct, but to select suitable parents for the adventurous pair. Exton and Wyvern would not remember where they had come from or who they had been in previous lives on Earth before, but they would have an imprint on their consciousness of the task they had been set and the knowledge that they were soul twins, a deep inner knowledge that enters into her mind from time to time but not linger. All else they would experience as just a dim knowingness.

The master had given orders to the great archer to prepare twin arrows for the launch to planet Earth. The archer’s bow was made from a com-et’s tail and was supple and strong, while the bowstring was fashioned from a three-string plaited cord using the sun’s rays and moonbeams glued together with molten stardust.