The Gateway of Nu

By David Morgans

The Gateway of Nu is a shooting star that will change the way the world is seen, forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Feb 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9780992456214

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Blessings.

Chapter One

Rufus Tarian rummaged through occult papyri from pre-dynastic Egypt. He held no regard for their protection. Did not use cotton gloves. Did not provide a sterile environment. Took no special care. He merely gritted his teeth and scrunched through more pages, until…

This can’t be right! A sense of dread forced a tear down his unshaven, hate-ridden face. He couldn’t recollect crying, for displaying emotion was undesirable in his elite circles. In his world, no physical pain could match this lack of control, because Rufus Tarian was bred to manipulate those who came from lesser bloodlines, his subjects.

Anger consumed him and, caught up in a fiery wrath, he shoved all but one map off his desk. Mesmerised with the scene, his heart palpitated and his mind raced beyond its normal focussed state. The odd schematic in front of him was not what he expected to see. It portrayed the Nile River, with an overlay of a human being’s skeletal system.

The human head was cradled as the Nile’s delta. The Great Pyramids of Giza were seen as the link between the spine and the skull. The spinal cord was the Nile itself, but it curved away at the top of the sacrum, forming a phallus. His mind surmised, It is a picture of Osiris!

Rufus stood, then strolled around the laboratory’s circumference. This sterile lab was smaller than the one back home in Colorado, and the one in London, and New York, and Tel Aviv, and another twenty-eight Eugenics Labs around the globe. But this lab had one significant feature; very few knew it was there, and that allowed the genetic steering of humanity to be managed away from the eyes of reporters who hadn’t been manipulated yet. But Rufus knew the odd diagram in front of him could change everything.

With determination, he sat back in his chair, which had engravings of serpents arising from the base. He read the title printed on the papyrus: ‘Egypt is the Image of Heaven.’ An arrow pointed to the centre of the skull within the Nile Delta; handwritten script said, ‘When the 33 become one, the holy waters of the Pineal Gland enable Osirification.’

In confusion, Rufus studied another ancient text to see what he could find out about Osirification. He read, ‘Osirification is the process of Enlightenment, where the dual world is seen through the one All-Seeing Eye.’ His orderly mind remembered an early childhood teaching about the occult. He was shown the makings of Osiris, where his brother, Sēt, the God of Chaos, made up Osiris’s backbone.

With this memory, Rufus’s eyes blurred. He was forced to blink…his eyes blurred again. The lights darkened as he felt a phenomenal wave of energy flow into the room. He became light-headed and the hairs on his entire body stood at attention as he realised he wasn’t alone. A strange presence stole the light from the room. It was the spirit of the Egyptian God Sēt, whose shimmering form was as tall as the ceiling; he had a striking dog-like animal head. Without an echo, the God’s voice passed through the walls: Every person must eat of Eden’s Apple!

The relevance of Rufus’s life’s work was nothing in the presence of the God of Chaos. Something had changed. He had always dedicated his life to the God, but at that point felt far away. Then the room lightened and the God disappeared. Rufus shook his head and contemplated, ‘Every person must eat of Eden’s Apple!’ His bloodline had always held power over ordinary people, including condemning what was good and what was evil. He deduced that, The House of the Illuminated Ones will fail if Sēt’s words are correct!

Rufus opened the drawer on his right, pulled out a notepad, and wrote down his thoughts. ‘The House of the Illuminated Ones was built upon the teachings of Sēt, and will be destroyed by the teachings of Osiris.’

There was a minute of contemplation. Knowing the horrific nature of his findings, he dialled a phone number, and then said in his thick British accent, Christian, you’d better get to my office. We have an issue! Rufus ended the call and scanned the ancient map. Curious, he turned the papyrus over. On the bottom right of the document, in the same handwriting as the front, was, ‘Osiris is a blessing from Orion. He is the God of all Egypt, and is to be resurrected in the green pastures of the Golden Age.’

Rufus Tarian hung his head.

Minutes later, Rufus’s brother, Sir Herbert Tarian, stumbled drunkenly out of the bathroom, shaking his wet hands. Unashamedly, he wiped them dry on his black Gucci suit and thought, What a great day! His smile widened across his pompous, rosy face, and he revelled in the knowledge, The House has conquered another milestone! The responsibility of his bloodline, to which he had bound his life, was back on track.

With a deep, satisfied breath, he staggered toward the celebration. The sterile laboratory disinfectant stunned his senses. Unbalanced, he swayed to the right and his overweight, inebriated frame hit against the wall. As his jacket button popped, his stomach escaped over his belt.

Herbert’s guffaw echoed through the long bleached hallway. But then ceased…

His heart raced. What is this?

He shook his head as he examined a trickle of crimson. Is that blood? A line of scarlet seeped under the Eugenics Laboratory entrance and along the white tiled floor. It dripped through the chrome grate, and disappeared into the floor waste. The only noticeable sound was the eerie drip-drip-drip rhythm, which was shockingly sobering.

With great concern, Sir Herbert touched the door to the lab. Fearing the worst, he inhaled, then pressed forward into the room.

NO! he cried at the top of his lungs. The words reverberated through the building as he collapsed to embrace his thinly-framed brother, who lay dead in a pool of blood. Sir Herbert cradled his brother’s upper torso tightly and screamed in devastation, Why? Why?

He rocked back and forth in communion. Rufus! My brother! Sir Herbert held his brother’s moist head, and continued to sway ’til…horrifically, he felt the jagged exit wound. In disgust and shock, he abruptly dropped Rufus’s limp body. It twisted and, with a hard knock, Rufus’s head splashed into the pool of his own blood.

For Sir Herbert, the warmth of the splash seemed diametric to death. He had observed a lot in his fifty-three years, but nothing could have prepared him for this distress. The years of his brother’s dedication to the controlling ways of the House were now flying into the remorse that lies on the other side of the veil at death.

They had both been taught that it didn’t matter what was done in life, because guilt would be released in death. This was a method for their bloodlines to have ruthless leaders in which compassion was seen as a weakness.

Moments touched on an eternity, until Sir Herbert’s mind clicked in. There’s no gun! He must’ve been murdered! He scanned the room and detected something out of place. His ‘neat-freak’ of a brother had left documents strewn on the floor. It finally clicked. That was not him! Through the freshness of his loss, Sir Herbert stood up and saw the notepad on the antique desk. It read, ‘The House of the Illuminated Ones was built upon the teachings of Sēt, and will be destroyed with the teachings of Osiris.’

Uncharacteristically, an emotive spluttered out of Sir Herbert. My brother! My brother! What is going on? He felt human, which was rare for him, and extremely uncomfortable.

Alerted by the bellowing cries, the neatly manicured Christian Ferucil followed the trail of blood from the grate in the hallway under the door. He glanced at the body and, with no compassion or surprise, turned to re-read Rufus’s notepad, ‘Every person must eat of Eden’s Apple!’ He stared at the bloody mess of Rufus Tarian and appeared to look for clues. Christian returned to Rufus’s desk, where his methodical mind was not expecting what he saw.

‘Osirification?’ he considered.

Continuing to ignore Herbert’s state, Christian read the next page of Rufus’s notepad: ‘The Earth will beat to Osiris’s tune. Our greed is unsustainable!’ Under this Rufus had written, ‘Our Annunakian Bloodlines are destined to fall!’

What have I done? Christian knew he had made a drastic mistake. Ever rigid and focussed, he jumped up and took the notepad, for all traces had to be concealed from the other members of the House! This was the moment when he saw the papyrus parchment with the map of Egypt. The skeletal overlay puzzled him, so he rolled up the papyrus and placed it in his jacket pocket.

Without acknowledging the deceased, or Herbert, Christian strode out of the laboratory, down the corridor, past the dozen-strong team that he had gathered in celebration of their satanic successes of late, and outside, to the neatly manicured garden of The House’s laboratory in the Blue Mountains, west of Sydney. He pulled out his mobile phone and paused…the nearby bushfires caused smoke to billow high, creating the goriest of red sunsets. With eyes closed, he turned to the East and made the call.

The Lord of the House, Lord Deckard Stew, answered. Christian, you had no need to kill a fellow member of the Inner Sanctum! The Lord couldn’t be too upset, for he was the one that allowed any person of a superior hierarchical position in the House, to kill those below them, if a threat was presented. The old man continued, I watched the whole scene, and Rufus felt compassion. He had strong inklings to leave his bloodline’s responsibilities and understand the Osirian ways.

But my Lord, Christian implored, our whole strategy to continue the control of the population could be stifled! Our ways were seeded from Sēt, and only the Osirians can ruin…

Lord Deckard informed him, We will continue to be tested, my friend. Our ways of denuding the Earth’s surface, polluting bodies, and holding fearful spells upon the minds of the misinformed has failed today. There is a great gift from Orion’s Belt now travelling through space. Christian, we have our astronomers on the lookout. Sēt has confirmed that the shooting star will result in an emerald-coloured crystal that has transformed through many dimensions. Simply put, the crystal is meant to map the mind, and we need it! If this crystal is not destroyed, our influence upon the minds of humanity will fail. Our power will wane. Lord Deckard affirmed, Christian, we have thirteen years until the Galactic Solstice in 2012. Before then, we have to wield the power of the shooting star!

Lord Deckard waited through Christian’s silence…then hung up.

Christian pulled the papyrus from his jacket pocket and stared at it. A quiver of questions arose like arrows, but they were all directed toward the deceased. His impulse, the same impulse that had warded off many threats directed to the House, deserted him in Rufus’s case.

With resoluteness, he concluded, We must stop the Osirification of humanity! Any other outcome couldn’t be fathomed due to his unique, rigid mental conditioning.

But first things first, he had to organise a ceremony to help Sir Herbert Tarian ascend to the head of his great bloodline, and initiate him into the Inner Sanctum of the House of the Illuminated Ones.

Chapter Two

July 25, 2004.

I held Jade’s tender hand. It felt gentle, like her nature. She had one final leap before returning to firm ground and away from the boisterous rapids of the stream. She leapt and her long, honey-blonde hair danced in slow motion before she absorbed into my embrace. I didn’t want to let her go. I couldn’t. Our bodies moulded together as one, and my hands skimmed over the silky skin of her lower back. My fingers ever so slightly circled the pronounced Dimples of Venus, then…touched gently down her sarong, over her bikini and down onto her thighs. My lips brushed hers and we melted into the moment, like lovers do.

Even though we had been together for three years, I felt nervous. Clumsily nervous. I was leading the most beautiful woman in the world through the upper reaches of Kalalau Valley, on Kauai’s Nā Pali Coast. We regressed from the kiss and her sapphire-blue eyes were deeper than the oceans. Innocence. Beauty. Freedom.

Perfection.

A handful of freckles were sprinkled over her nose, but stopped before reaching her deep dimples, which matched those upon her lower back. Her face always held cheer, along with her heart. I felt, Nothing could be more beautiful! I stuttered in a shaky voice, J-Jade White, I love you so much!

She replied, I love you too, but Leo, I know you’re up to something. Glancing at the dense forest, she continued, And it’s not long till sundown.

I followed her eyes to see the fading light, but in the periphery, strange movements were detected. I blinked. My eyes reset, but the movements heightened. Temporarily ignoring Jade’s gaze, I swung around in the opposite direction. Then I realised that those little beings of spirit were there to help.

My gaze returned to Jade. I smiled. The wider my smile grew, the more Jade’s concern eased. Shaking her head playfully, she inhaled as if nothing could possibly go wrong. Oh, Leo, what are you up to?

Holding the image of the beings dancing within the trees, I raised my right hand, gently touched her on the lips, and then whispered, Listen!

Jade trusted me wholeheartedly and closed her eyes. I saw the moment her ears pricked as she fell into the rhythm of a distant flute flowing through the forest. A master was orchestrating the music.

Music was everything for my beloved, and flowed through her entire world. All her life could be correlated to the movement, the message, the transformation, the emotion of music. Me, I couldn’t hold a tune if my life depended on it. But to Jade, the whole world was a beautiful symphony, and everyone that came in contact with her was a musician. Every single person, animal, plant, mineral, resonated to this symphony. Her favourite saying was, There’s no escaping music! So when she heard the wind instrument through the trees, it passed freely, as every cell in her body joined the flow. That made her feel transcendent to be in absolute connection with its source, a source she had never met, yet already knew.

This ‘source’ was my old friend Kilinoe, a Hawaiian Shaman. He was asked to enhance the mood, for everything had to be perfect. Timing was crucial, and the last of the Nā Pali Coast helicopter tours, which noisily darted through the sky, had finished. After the tours, a natural masterpiece of nature’s song, with its birds whistling and squawking, and wind rustling through the leaves, would envelop the valley. Kalalau Valley was almost forced to hold its breath all day with the tourists’ insatiable desire to see the beauty from afar, yet not experience the secrets and pure wisdom held within it. It seemed to me like a shortcut to feeling the wisdom, but that’s impossible, and in the twilight, the valley’s breath was able to reset. These were the moments I cherished about the valley, and I was blessed to share them with ‘the one.’

As Jade’s every cell danced to the rhythm, I ran my hands down her shoulder, down her arm…and clasped onto her hand, interlocking fingers. We strode toward the music. I grinned in response to Jade’s excitement, which was likened to a kid in a candy store who had been blessed with pocket money. Yet I was still overwhelmingly nervous.

We stepped through bushes and ducked under branches. Some of which I held back so she wouldn’t be scratched. We passed a guava grove and Jade picked a large yellow fruit. I broke the warty skin to reveal the deep pink innards. We kissed. Then ate. Then kissed again. As we continued walking, the goal of the waterfall was nearing. Its noise was undeniable. We passed another turn in the creek, and there was the exquisite vista of a waterfall-filled pond.

On cue, the sun hastened its descent past the horizon. Many dozens of tall green candles took the baton from the sunlight and illuminated the area in an ethereal quality. Everything was perfect.

Jade queried, "Leo, what are you up to?"

Even with the rumble of the falling water and the melody of the bamboo flute, my attention was stolen by the movement of little spirits within the forest. My curious expression caused Jade to turn her body to the side, and ask, What are you looking at? She couldn’t detect the little spirits, which were called the Menehune. As I fell into the rhythm, the impish nature of the assembly, the Rainbow of Menehune, became apparent. Ancient and mythological, these ‘Little People’ danced in and out of the trees…but their joy was short-lived. By just a change in one note of the flute, they’d overstayed their visit. Kilinoe knew how special this moment was to be and forced them to leave.

As the little beings left, their earthy scent wafted around, but was replaced by the burning of rose essential oil that summoned romance. I knew Jade remembered playing in her grandma’s rose patch as a child. She told those stories every time she smelled roses.

We embraced. I nudged her with my hip, then she nudged me. We skipped the last few steps, as our hips never detached. Banter was playfully rife…till my beloved noticed the detail in front of her. She exclaimed, Oh, Leo, it’s beautiful! On the pond’s surface were small dried palm-flower sheaths that held tea lights and looked like little boats on the rippling water. Candles were further scattered around the neighbouring trees and had almost stolen the light from the sun’s setting. On the edge of the pond, a cluster of candles twinkled like stars. A bottle of red wine was highlighted. It was Jade’s favourite, an aged Australian Shiraz.

Before she could ask what I was up to, I swung her around and sensuously locked my lips upon hers. I enticed her with a seductive grin. Fancy some wine?

Joy covered her face. Well, this is unexpectedly romantic! The light was perfect. The sound of the waterfall was perfect. Jade was perfect.

I took off my shirt and stepped into the cool pond. Jade pushed off her sandals, dropped her sarong leaving only her white bikini, and carefully trod to the edge, where my hand guided her further. As I slid my hand along her shoulders, I handed her a glass, leant over to the bottle and generously poured the wine.

This was a long time coming, and after pouring myself a glass, I chanted what had become our common greeting, Here’s to our love growing deeper with every breath.

Jade cheekily affirmed, Leo, here’s to our love growing deeper…and deeper, with every breath.

Chinking our glasses together, our eyes locked as we swirled the wine. We both sniffed the Shiraz as if we were connoisseurs, which always made us chuckle. We interlocked our arms and sipped, but my anxiety made me gulp. Our eyes gazed into each other as Jade relaxed into the smooth rocks that had been eroded with the constant movement of water. Nerves were getting the better of me as I stuttered, I…I love you!

Her amorous reply was, Not as much as I love you!

Whilst we sipped, I knew she was buzzing with expectation. I discreetly slid my hand from Jade’s body, and reeled in a fishing line. From the far edge, a raft made of the sheath of a palm flower traversed the small ripples, defying the current. Jade spilled a few drops of wine with the surprise, which I would normally say was sacrilege. The raft gained momentum, and its contents were discerned. Inside, I had organised six candles in a circle. In the centre was a white and yellow frangipani, Jade’s favourite. Reality dawned. Oh, Leonardo! The five petals, which grew in a swirl, held the yellow sun in the centre. Upon this sun, an exquisite diamond-and-emerald ring sat, symbolising my love for Jade.

It’s perfect! I placed my glass down and stepped deeper into the water. But I clumsily slipped and had to use Jade’s leg to stabilise. She burst into laughter and the embarrassment amplified my nervous state. Her eyes still twinkled, anticipating.

The timing was perfect. J-Jade White, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

Tears welled up as her happiness blossomed. She paused…my heart raced as I became unsure, but then my beloved answered softly, Of course I will, Leo!

I placed her glass to the side, took the ring, and proudly slipped it on her finger. Our eyes locked. She was my everything, and we kissed as if it was our first kiss.

Time flowed away. Our touch was heated. I pre-empted Jade’s unasked question and remarked, Kilinoe, the flutist, has left. With these words, Jade flung herself around, jumped onto my lap and pushed her pelvis tight. In a well-rehearsed move, I untied her bikini top and exposed her breasts. My hands continued into the water as I kissed her neck, and then the other side, throat, upper chest…

For the next hour, we made passionate love, with the trees and waterfall as witness. The scent of roses was lost in the heat of our shortened breaths.

As we came to the heightened state of emotion, a complete thrust of unity shot up through our joined bodies. Everything buzzed, and I felt the universe racing through my blood. But…

The electricity between us seemingly caused the surrounding trees to glow in a mysterious manner. Jade noticed the strange phenomenon as well and turned to see the dream-like vision. The pond was glowing green!

Still in our sacred embrace, our bodies tingled as if electricity was passing through the water. With concern, Jade gasped, What…what’s…

The green light was absorbed into one focal point that glowed like an emerald sun. In shock, I thought, The Gateway of Nu?

The green sun slowly moved toward us. Jade scratched my back as she tried to push herself away. She huffed, Did you…did you plan this? I couldn’t say a word. Louder, she repeated, Leo…did you plan this?

Calmly I removed my hand from Jade’s hip and held it below the surface. The green sun traversed through the water, and I stated, The Gateway of Nu!

Reality dawned upon my beloved. Knowing all too well, with half-dread and half-excitement, she gulped, The crystal…it…it has come back to you!

The crystal was a shooting star that I had found five years prior. It was a green octahedron that had angles exactly the same as the Great Pyramid of Giza, 51 degrees, 51 minutes.

The Octahedral Geometry of the Gateway of Nu.

Before the crystal’s fall, my life was quite chaotic. I had lost my immediate family, and, with some self-administered shoves, I fell to the bottom of many metaphorical holes and reached the bottom of many alcohol bottles. Three days before I found the crystal, my one lasting true rock, my grandfather, passed away suddenly.

Within the crystal’s presence, my link to nature was heightened. It was awkward for me, and all those I associated with. People muttered that I was evil, because nature had a way of summoning every animal possible to come forth to the crystal. Trees whispered in its presence, storms appeared from nowhere, and rain was constant. All of this frightened most of my acquaintances.

And then there were the other-worldly ‘beings.’

My life had become like a nursery rhyme, where strange creatures came out of the soil, like the Menehune and gnomes, and faeries arrived with every breath of wind. When I watched waves, I saw little beings dancing in the whitewater. The Gateway of Nu opened me up to new worlds. In many ways I was lucky, and because of my grandfather’s Freemasonry teachings, I was open to changes, but nothing could have prepared me for the fall of the shooting star.

The crystal, when one gazed upon it, seemed a little rough, but its surface was perfectly smooth. The roughness was actually hieroglyphic markings under the surface. I went all around the world to have it deciphered, to seers, shamans, priests, rabbis, religious men and women of all denominations, but the crystal would often just disappear; without warning, just disappear. It was as if the crystal took me around the world in preparation of what was to evolve. One time I gave up in an angry tirade when, in front of my eyes, the writing within the crystal suddenly changed.

This fury went on for an extended time, for others were interested in the crystal. I had many runins with people in black suits. I didn’t know who they were, but the crystal had an uncanny ability to summon the forces of nature to keep them away. This allowed me to trust in its protection. Though, in a rage or three, I did try to destroy the crystal by throwing it away, burning it, or burying it. But I was never successful, and it always returned.

Every so often, out of the blue, I had this bizarre telepathic communication with the crystal. Although I wasn’t talking to it, I was really talking to myself. The only way I can describe this is, the crystal opened up parts of me I wasn’t consciously aware of. Sometimes there would be visions I could see through the crystal, especially on the inner surfaces. But other times, words came. A couple of years after finding the crystal, I gained the understanding of its name, the ‘Gateway of Nu.’ A year later, I found out its origin. I can’t quote the words, because it didn’t come to me in words, but the crystal said that it had a message from the Arcturus star system, that its geometry came from the Sirius star system, and that its ability to transcend through dimensions came from the Pleiades star system. To get to Earth, it travelled through the Stargate of Orion’s Belt. This was interesting, for the Great Pyramids of Giza are in alignment with the three stars of Orion’s Belt, Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka.

At 11.07, the Gateway of Nu was slightly harder than diamond, if the scientific hardness scale, called the Moh Scale, went that far. Similar to diamond, the crystal was made from carbon. Its emerald colour came from the Earth’s atmosphere; beryllium stuck to its sides as it fell over the Hawaiian Islands.

The crystal also had an affinity for Gods and Goddesses around the globe. In a dream, whilst staring into the crystal, a white lion called Devlin appeared in the crystal, and said, The Gateway of Nu will unify Upper and Lower Egypt and uncover the Fountain of Youth. I spent the next month studying Egyptian mythology. Through the crystal, I felt what was right, for many of the stories were etched later in time and deciphered through the mind, and not the heart. Some were based on fear, which brought me to the Egyptian God Sēt, the God of Chaos. He was the God of Upper Egypt.

In my studies, I found that Sēt had other names, one of which was Setan. In English this is Satan, who is known as the adversary, or the polarising force. Also, in the Egyptian Book of the Dead it says that when the Gods and Goddesses of Egypt were united to form Osiris, Sēt’s backbone was used. Facts further clicked when I read that Osiris was a blessing from Orion, which was the last stop in the crystal’s descent. I couldn’t help but read up on Osirification, the unifying of all to become enlightened, where the dual world was seen through the one All-Seeing Eye.

The Gateway of Nu had become my life, and yet again it had returned to me and my fiancée. I awaited the usual chaos that it summoned.

Chapter Three

My Lord, the Mind Map has returned! The neatly dressed Christian Ferucil, the Heir to the Lordship, stood in front of the minuscule frame of Lord Deckard Stew.

The Lord, who was also known as the Shapeshifter, twirled his tongue between his upper lip and his dentures. His face held many age spots, which joined together to give an unhealthy semblance of a tan. Being the head of such an organisation as the House of the Illuminated Ones meant that fire coursing through his veins was a constant. His power suppressed most of the Earth’s population, which allowed the Lord of the House to have supernatural abilities. He was able to change his physical form to that of virtually any animal, his favourite being the Dragon. The ‘Breath of Fire,’ he would say, but in truth, the Dragon hoards gold. And the House was all about the monetary system that stemmed from gold. That’s how their bloodlines came to rule.

Lord Deckard’s leathery face broke into what almost looked like a smile. My old friend, he spoke definitively, you can have as many resources as you would like. This time, we must gain possession of that crystal, or destroy it.

Not sure how to continue, Christian stared at the priceless artefacts within the room. With an uneasy breath, he replied, My Lord, the last time we tried to fight with a lot of force, nature killed many of our members.

The reply was stern. We have trained many apprentices for this specific purpose.

Christian stroked his face, then informed Lord Deckard, Yes, but this time I believe it would be better if we just send one person. Our best student, Stuart Tarian, is already in Kauai.

Lord Deckard replied, Yes, I know, but why have you sent Sir Herbert Tarian’s son?

It was with Sir Herbert’s recommendation, my Lord. Lord Deckard nodded acceptingly as he used his mental capabilities to delve into Christian’s mind in order to validate the information. Christian announced, Stuart Tarian understands the rules…the more force used, the more force nature uses to repel possession of the crystal. He has been trained to ‘not think,’ and is our best chance of wielding the crystal.

Interesting. Lord Deckard then enquired, Is the Mind Map back in the hands of that Australian man, Leonardo Sassafras, the one who calls it the Gateway of Nu?

"Yes, my Lord. He’s in Kalalau Valley as we speak. As you are aware, I have been shadowing him for five years and have watched his development through working with our crystal. With an indulgent smile, Christian added, In fact, my Lord, we are almost certain he has just got engaged to be married!"

A warning shot came from the Lord. Do not take the Mind Map’s possession lightly, my old friend. He eyeballed an iron oxide pyramid embellished with a gold engraving of the Left Eye of Horus, pointed at it, and continued. Christian, this symbol represents the pineal gland in the centre of our brains. It is a doorway to other worlds, and is the true All-Seeing Eye. If we control the thoughts of the population, we keep them away from this doorway, enhancing the manipulation of our subjects.

The Left Eye of Horus.

Christian added, My Lord, our Bloodlines have spent an Age suppressing the natural ways so we can keep people in fear. Yet our plan of complete control seems a lot further away than we set out in Agenda 21.

The Lord retorted, Christian, we are not desperate yet and still have eight years. There is no way this Australian will be able to wield the Mind Map for that long. It’s as good as ours!

Christian nodded, Very well, my Lord. He bowed, and then departed.

Lord Deckard waited and then called his assistant, Ms. Wriley, and directed her, Send the Special Forces to Kauai! Then he sat back, staring at the iron oxide pyramid in front of him.

Chapter Four

I awoke the following morning. Within my dream, the Menehune were jumping out of pieces of gold and took me on adventures through the forest. I wore strange robes made from the minerals of the Earth constantly rejuvenating themselves. It was like a physical wave through which the Earth heightened its energy. I danced with the Menehune amidst the forest, in perfect tune with the Earth.

That was novel! I recalled.

Trying not to disturb Jade, I rolled over to see the first tinge of light blocking the night sky. The stars were about to close for the evening as the Earth turned, exposing the sun. For many months of my life, I woke to that exact view. At one point in my youth, I didn’t feel like myself unless I slept on the beaches of Kauai.

The Gateway of Nu sat in my hand. As always, it felt other-worldly, yet so perfectly linked to our world. I gazed into it. The colours of the sunrise gave it a further airy quality.

Jade awoke and turned to face me. In the changing light of the sunrise, she looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Although she wanted more sleep, she knew what I was thinking, and began, This is where you saw the crystal falling from the sky, isn’t it?

Mesmerised by its emerald hue, I couldn’t help but reminisce. Yes. Pa directed me to come here the day he died. Three days later, I lay on this very beach. I had barely opened my eyes when I saw it. It was… I laughed, five years, and a few hours ago. I explained, I felt the sand like an electrical charge. Then I saw the shooting star in the sky. I pointed. It started over there, and passed through the entire night sky until I lost the vision as it crossed behind those cliffs. I indicated the 800-metre, deeply eroded cliffs of Kalalau Valley.

Having heard the story many times, but never from that exact spot, Jade understood. And that’s when you heard it hit the ground?

That’s right. The crystal pulsed in my palm and matched my heartbeat. I asked, Shall I take you to the spot where I found it?

Would you? Her sleepiness sparked away.

There is no way to walk there, I grinned, so we’re going to have to swim.

Always up for an adventure, Jade replied, Well, when the sun arises, we’ll go.

After a breakfast of fruit, we left our backpacks above the high-tide line and I led Jade to the western end of Kalalau Beach. She took off her sarong, wearing only her bikini. I placed the Gateway in my board shorts pocket and threw my shirt on the beach. The water was refreshingly cool and silky to the touch. We swam past the small breakers and around the point. I could watch Jade swim all day, for she was pure grace. She could have made the Olympics, so her coaches and peers told her, but in her hours of training each day, all she wanted to do was play music…her motivation for competitive swimming slowly waned.

From our vantage point, the striking cliffs of Honopū Valley became defined. As we treaded water, I said, Mrs. Sassafras?

Jade replied, Ooh… then coughed slightly as a small wave filled her mouth, adding, "that’s got a nice ring to it!"

The valley was awe-inspiring. I gestured toward it, and called out, This, babe, is the sacred Honopū Valley. A turtle swam by, proving that turtles are definitely more accustomed to swimming than walking. That sparked a sense of déjà vu, for on the same swim five years ago, there was a turtle at the same spot. I knew nothing was coincidental, especially when tingling encompassed my body.

We swam a bit further and then waded up the beach. Only small waves greeted us. The deeply eroded cliffs created a great amphitheatre of stunning proportions. The valley was sacred to the Ancient Hawaiians and deep down I knew the shooting star had fallen there