The Turquoise Tablet of Atlantis

By Gaye Wilson-Smart

One sacred tablet of turquoise lies buried in history. The truth transcribed on this tablet was known to the ancient Atlanteans and concerns one of life`s greatest mysteries.The secret of immortality lingers just out of reach and this message needs to be retrieved before the arrival of the second Great Flood of the world.
Christa comes to Adam to receive past life regression therapy. Soon she finds herself joining him on a trail to rediscover a hidden arcane tablet which she felt she had to hide away during her previous incarnation in ninth century Arabia.
At the time she was Taran who was being cross questioned, together with his people, by Caliph Al Mamoun and their lives depended on their giving of the right answers which led Taran to run away with the tablet.
Now Christa and Adam, in the present day, begin their research into the past of that time and quickly learn of a sacred and holy mountain in the Sinai desert, Serabit el Khaddim. This mountain survived the first Great Flood and holds the ruins of a temple and a cave where more recent archaelogical discoveries have uncovered a mysterious crucible and traces of unidentified white powder. Upon regressing Christa once again she finds that she, herself, once visited the cave of Hathor and experienced the cosmic mystery and wisdom of the Goddess Isis so greatly revered in the cave back in the fourteenth century BCE.
She also becomes aware of the time when the people of the Sinai desert found a meteorite which ultimately links with the white light powder stone.
One client of Adam finds a past life key to the mystery in a life lived in the fifteenth century, and another in his life as a Templar Knight, unlocks a truth of John the Baptist.
Adam experiences his life as ArchDruid Bran the Blessed to learn of the blessed realm of white light also known to the Baptist.
Christa, meanwhile, follows her line of research to learn about the whole area surrounding the sacred and holy mountain where Moses saw the burning bush. The land then spans right the way up to the Holy Land, and Jerusalem, on one side and across to the pyramids and the sphinx in the other direction. Now her discoveries reveal traces of a lost land which once lay beneath and across the whole area, filling most of the Mediterranean basin, travelling through Galilee, Dead Sea and the river Jordan where John was baptising. But the land incorporated the volcano of Thera, on Santorini, which exploded in 1600BCE and destroyed Atlantis completely. Yet she also finds that it was the Matriarchal society ~ carried to the people by Isis and Osiris, as daughter and son of the Great Celestial Mother ~ which dominated in Atlantis. This gave the people their Golden Age of peace and wisdom and yet the Aryans came to destroy this peaceful society.
Through two more journeys into past lives Christa finds herself experiencing the twelve gates of the dark and the hours of the night. She is in the company of the God Osiris and travels through a cave beneath the holy mountain of Serabit.
Adam`s past life experience takes him to the life he lived with his wife Prescilla, on Santorini as the Thera volcano begins to erupt.
Ultimately the two of them have learned so much and their own personal story interweaves the narrative search back into the ancient past. Yet the one missing truth is still held on that elusive turquoise tablet finally rediscovered by Christa on her return to her life as Taran. Now she can reveal the truth of the wording as it was laid down originally, by the messenger prophet Hermes. The secret can now be uncovered to return humanity to the original Atlantean beliefs. This truth of immortality involves the secret of how these ancient people once lived lives of peace and great harmony far removed from the need for war.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gaye Wilson-Smart
• Release date: Feb 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311985927

Gaye Wilson-Smart

a magical author who delves into the worlds of ancient history, science and cosmic wisdom to provide answers to the everyday problems of life such as: what happens on the other side of life? and how do we make life fair?

Book preview

An ancient turquoise tablet lies waiting tantalisingly buried in history beneath a Holy Mountain.

This tablet reveals a sacred wisdom ~ once known to the ancient Atlanteans ~ which uncovers one of life`s greatest mysteries involving the truth of immortality.

A double world existence awaits for anyone able to understand the inscriptions transcribed by the hand of Hermes upon the fragile tablet of stone but this message needs to be retrieved before the world experiences the arrival of the second Great Flood.

The arcane learning of Zep Tepi, the first time, rests upon this tablet which has eluded all discovery across endless empty centuries from before the time of the first Great Flood, and the fall of Atlantis. Yet certain questions now need to be answered:

How has this sacred truth been lost?

Where does the tablet lie in the present day?

Most importantly, how did this one tablet come to be separated from the other tablets transcribed by the messenger prophet?

Also why on earth should it be up to me to provide these curious answers? Had I not opened and walked through one particular door on a cold wet and dismal November afternoon, the truth of this missing tablet would never have begun its journey up into present day recognition. Nor would I have found the way to become one of two `watchers` who find themselves to be suddenly privy to all kinds of unknown mysteries which have to involve journeys into the ancient past.

* * *

When I first went to visit Adam I was going through one of my helpless-in-life phases and I knew I needed some kind of therapist to rescue me. Every so often I would find myself so overwhelmed by this desperate sense of futility that I just couldn`t see any point in my being here. Nobody listened to me and no-one ever wanted my help or advice about anything.

My friends all seemed to have found a way to feel useful and were allowed to help their own friends and family through difficult times, but not me. More and more I began to see myself as a lonely unattached older woman who was never going to be able to help anybody at all and if I reached out with a helping hand people just turned and ran away.

I`ve racked my brains for the reason but nothing is clear. Is this some kind of karmic retribution? Is it because of something I`ve done or said in this or a previous lifetime which has now seen fit to take away my ability to feel helpful or worthwhile this life around?

Something has definitely brought me to Adam`s door for a reason. As a regressive hypnotherapist I`m hoping he will be able to take me backwards into the past to help me find some kind of block or obstruction lying in my karmic legacy.

There will be others, as well, undertaking their own backward journeys into the past with Adam`s guidance, not just me and yet I have to be first and a wholly different journey is waiting for me. The past lies waiting tantalisingly, beyond his door, to provide an unknown trail through time and history which, ultimately, will involve the discovery of a continent lost beneath the sea circa 1600BCE.

Chapter Two - Recognition

`Hello, Christina, I`m glad you`ve come to see me. `

I`m immediately struck by Adam`s calm easy voice and the open feel of his energy but at the same time I`m feeling all of this nervous apprehension. Am I doing the right thing in coming to see him? Will he be able to help me with all my problems? Has he had to deal with someone like me before? `I`ve been told that past life journeying could help me. `

My words sound slightly feeble but I`ve instantly gained this sense of trust in this man. A therapist has to sound as though they understand what their client is going through and the way he smiles, opens his hand to offer me a seat and breathes and speaks through this calm and soothing voice already makes me feel comfortable just in being here. `He`s a therapist, Christa, it's his job to listen to you so don`t start kidding yourself that he`s showing you any special treatment, this is just the way it works.` my inner voice tells me.

He is mature like me, heaven knows his age but only subtle strands of grey dare push their way through his burgeoning blonde eyebrows and strong fair hair, and his build is slight. `Could we start by your telling me a bit about yourself?`

This is oh so easy for me since I`m so used to going over and over my inner complaints in my head and yet even as I begin to speak I can`t help noticing how negative all of it sounds. `Well I can list everything: I`m living alone, retired from my job, not many friends, kids who no longer need me, feeling tired and lonely most of the time and I do have a problem in finding a reason to get out of bed every morning,` I speak matter of factly trying to cover up the inner sense of hurt, and the feelings of failure in me.

* * *

Adam adapts to his usual habit of mentally assessing the client sitting across the desk from him since this helps him gain a sense of the way they`re feeling.

He finds me to be mature, possibly late fifties, worry lines creasing my forehead before delving into a frown between my brows which only goes to accentuate this permanent state of tension and anxiety about me. Yet he can look further beyond this worried face to know there is a softer, gentler more vulnerable side to me and every so often this breaks out through a hopeful, face changing smile.

He also senses the rebel in me who hates to be told what to do.

What he can`t immediately work out is why this instant flash of recognition has been flooding through him from the minute I walked through the door. Somewhere, somehow, he knows me, knows everything about me and because he already feels he knows me so well he is having problems in keeping his strictly therapist tone of voice.

`Okay I have done the mothering bit,` I`m continuing with my story, trying to make it sound more positive but failing dismally. `And I`ve done the wife bit but those roles are not being offered to me any more since the family have spread themselves out across the world and my husband is no longer around.

What I really don`t like about me, ` did he ask me that?`is that I always feel I have to keep on apologising for everything, whether or not it is my fault. I`ve no idea why I keep on doing this but I guess you`d say it is something to do with low self esteem? Right now he`s not saying anything, waiting politely for me to continue.

I suppose I was looking for some kind of sympathy having assumed my normal victim role but he`s not playing and is so silent, still and watchful I`m not sure what to say.

* * *

In fact Adam is concentrating so hard on trying to work out where we`ve met before struggling not to let this distract his attention away from what I`m telling him.

I want a response, though. `My big issue is that nobody in my life ever seems to want or need my help, even friends push me away when I try to help too much or even when I offer advice. There was one lifelong friend who I really did try to help but she suddenly broke off our friendship and said we should have some space between us.

I thought I was offering helpful suggestions about her health but obviously not since she hasn`t spoken to me for two years now.

So I guess that`s why I`ve come to see you because there has to be something from some previous lifetime somewhere which makes me feel so useless and pointless.`

I`m confused right now as to how to respond since he`s so still its as though he`s caught in a state of suspended animation. Has he fallen asleep with his eyes open?

There I was absorbing all of this open interested energy echoing through those few crinkling laughter lines at the sides of golden green eyes and yet now suddenly I feel alone and as though I`ve even lost that official look which all therapists wear.

Yet when he does eventually speak, his voice is soft and endless, searching. `How does your guilt affect you?`

He`s right about the guilt how does he know?

`Yes, you`ve got it, I do always feel guilty and as though I have to make up to everybody, go further, do more, try even harder to help people even though none of them want my help.`

He barely nods, asks more: `What was your job, then, when you were working?`

* * *

I suppose I have to go through this though I dread going back to those painful years.

`Oh all the usual stuff. I`ve been secretary or PA to several people in my career, I`ve been a marketing manager for a big company but whatever I`ve done there has always been some boss somewhere breathing down my ear and telling me what to do. I guess I`m a bit of a free spirit, very unconventional, who would rather work things out for herself and I hate being told what to do.`

`Have you tried charity work, volunteering to help people, or going to visit and befriend them in some way?` He`s programmed to ask such questions but can see by my reaction that this would never work for me. Adam is trained to listen and not to take anything on board from clients. Yet there`s this stirring sense of there being something about me, some need in me which wants to reach out from the normal box of trapped emotions everyone carries. He sees so many of his patients being drained by material reality whereas there is definitely something different about me.

Of course part of him echoes the way I feel, wanting to help people, make their lives better in some way. Yes he can help with both osteopathy for the body and regression for the emotions but Adam has this deep feeling that there`s far more he has to do in life.

Also he finds he`s responding to my energy quite differently from the usual way he reacts to patients. Most people need to live on this superficial level with no depth to them, nothing to dig down and find, and this has been the case in his own love life with the women he`s loved and shared a home with. Yet there`s a deeper buoyancy about my energy which echoes with something going on deeply in him. He knows I would make a poor volunteer and he`s probably right.

However I`m emphatic, frustrated by my own uselessness, `Oh I`ve tried three times now and each time it`s come to nothing. They never seem to be able to find anyone for me to befriend even though apparently all these charities are crying out for people to help. But not for me, nobody wants me. This is the whole problem, nobody wants my help unless they`re paying me, in a job, when I guess they have to put up with my helping them.

My husband decided to leave our marriage because I kept trying to rescue him ever time anything went wrong, trying too hard to help. I think I was overprotective with him and with the children too, I probably suffocate people and they can`t wait to get away?`

He`s very wise in keeping quiet at this point, just nodding wisely and impassively.

This leaves me to chunter on: `Oh there`s something else, too, whenever I`ve left a job, on three separate occasions, I`ve left under a kind of cloud. Each time I`ve been blamed for something that I haven`t done and then I`ve just been shown the door.`

By this stage I`m expecting to receive the usual look people give me which hovers somewhere between pity and boredom but far from it, Adam`s face lights with a look of recognition.

He smiles that light-driven smile which opens his kindly eyes still further and releases some of his own facial lines and folds. He can feel and sense my overwhelming sensitivity which must make life very hard for me but usually means the person has psychic abilities. He can be quite psychic at times, too, but not always in a good way.

But something is nudging him to say that I must have chosen to come to him for some underlying reason which he can feel is far stronger than the usual karmic journeys he undertakes. He just keeps feeling this thread of hopeful expectation with a sense that not only have we met before but that we are meeting up now for some crucial reason.

`Okay so this has happened three times? You`ve been blamed for things you haven`t done when you`ve left a job on three different occasions?`

`Yes, definitely three.`

`That`s important! When something happens three times there`s always a karmic cause or reason and for this you are currently experiencing the fallout.`

He has such kind eyes, I`m washed by their kindness, sympathy and understanding all of which have been so lacking in my life lately. His voice, too, is subtle, tender and gentle with me. He must be about my age but has a far more empathetic way with his energy than most people I ever meet and I do feel I already trust him implicitly.

As he laughs his face lights making me want to hear that low throated chuckle over and over again. `Karma is so very sticky,` he tells me, ` it holds on to you through each lifetime till you start managing to unravel it to learn what it`s trying to tell you.

Your every action, word and intention in each life you live comes back to you as your karmic challenges and obligations, every action has a reaction, we can`t alter that.

You yourself are responsible because you have laid down the root cause of what keeps coming back to you as your problems. These are the effects of the way you have used your soul energy, previously, in a past incarnation.

You are the living embodiment of every karmic action and reaction and you can`t get away from any of it until you can start clearing and releasing your energy which has been laid down karmically. Everything is all there recorded, every word and action across any lifetime, all held in the Hall of Akayshik Records.`

`Is this where you`ll be taking me back to, this hall of records?` Somehow I already feel safe in his company, and his energy wherever he`s about to take me.

His face becomes still more animated as he pursues his pet subject. `Yes we do need to find who you were at the time when you laid down that original root cause, and we need to know more about the people who were with you in that lifetime. Then we can set about forgiving, releasing and clearing the effects.

But, hey, it`s not all difficult learning and for you we just have to find out why you`re being rebuffed, we need to know how you can help other people in life.

Hasn`t he heard a word I`m saying? There`s this rush of frustration, my hands clench, brow furrows and I`m giving off unfriendly vibes. `But that`s why I`ve come to see you. I keep wanting to help other people but they won`t listen to me, don`t hear me, don`t want to know. How can I help when people keep rejecting me?`

Adam mentally castigates himself for not being clear enough about what he means but he`s not quite sure, as yet, what he does mean. He has had this deep sense since I walked through the door that he is going to be able to help me and that this isn`t like other journeys, somehow this one feels far more important.

`I`m sorry, I didn`t say that the right way and of course that`s what we are aiming for, to help free you up to see what you`re here in life to do.` Those liquid eyes fill with regret. He knows his impatient nature keeps getting in the way of his own inner passion to help others.

`So what am I meant to do?` I`m trying to calm down

Now his energy can reach out, sensing I`m almost ready to accept what he can offer, I am softening my immediate anger and frustration slightly. `Oh there is a great wisdom and some important knowledge lying in your past. All we have to do is to find it.

I can help you Christina, ` he suddenly has to make me believe in him and not allow me to put him off at all. He can just feel so deeply that there is something vital about my coming to see him and this particular journey