Enchanted Kingdom Trilogy

By Jasmuheen

Three books in one to form a most uplifting trilogy by metaphysical author Jasmuheen. Queen of the Matrix – Fiddlers of the Fields; King of Hearts – The Field of Love; and Elysium – Shamballa’s Sacred Symphony.

The Elysium prophecy states:- When the Queen of the Matrix returns the King to her heart, peace will come to all on Earth, regardless of their part. And when compassion sets the pace all will find new rhythms, a peace within, and a peace without, to last beyond millenniums.

A cross between Harry Potter, Star Wars, the Matrix movies and the realms of C.S. Lewis, this new trilogy of fiction weaves in some of the aboriginal dreamtime legends while offering insights on past lives and future lives; perfect love and profound love plus parallel worlds. All of this is covered in this enchanting trilogy which will enlighten and entertain all ages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781326753764

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Enchanted Kingdom Trilogy

Enchanted Kingdom Trilogy

Queen of the Matrix – Fiddlers of the Fields

King of Hearts – The Field of Love

Elysium – Shamballa’s Sacred Symphony

Jasmuheen

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Enchanted Kingdom Trilogy

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INSTIGATING, RECORDING & SUMMARISING

HUMANITY’S

CO-CREATION OF PARADISE

Enchanted Kingdom Series: -

Queen of the Matrix – Fiddlers of the Fields

King of Hearts – The Field of Love

Elysium – Shamballa’s Sacred Symphony

Cosmic Wanderers – Homeward Bound

Copyright 2008

Preface

Over a period of a few years the stories of the Enchanted Kingdom downloaded themselves quite effortlessly from the UFI – the Universal Field of Infinite Love and Intelligence – interweaving themselves as each character called to be developed and represent certain facets of humankind, as we grow and learn from dancing through the fields of life. 

While the characters are a composite of many I have known in the web of life, the metaphysical tools that they use are based on ancient alchemical practices that have the ability to transform the reader and our world. Many of the experiences of the characters are also based on my journeys within the Dreamtime realm.

Jasmuheen

~*~

Once upon a time

there was the dreaming,

where dreamers created worlds

that they longed for.

And in the dreaming and the longing,

new worlds were born,

for the dreamers knew the magic

to reweave the webs of life.

Acknowledgement

Special thanks to Eltrayan for all our insightful conversations.

Also thanks to Kailash Kokopelli for his

‘I Am the Walking Tree’

song that inspired and grounded our Enchanted Kingdom children in Book 1.

Kailash http://www.kailash-kokopelli.com

Special thanks to Anjie for your tireless typing and editing skills and

to Jesse for your feedback and the way you make me grow.

~*~

Dedication

To the Indigo children,

the Crystal children

and to the children of the Lotus.

Special dedication to my grandchildren.

May you know love and enchantment in this world,

may you also reclaim your heritage and

experience the magic of the dreamtime

as we enjoy the rise of the Rainbow Serpent.

Queen of the Matrix – The Fiddler’s of the Field

Fear’s Fun-filled Field

The children’s feet had a life of their own and their faces held the trance-like look of someone guided by another’s power. No longer free to follow their own will, they moved stealthily, silent and zombie-like in their manner. Strange blue-gray beams of energy danced around them projecting visible patterns of the fluted music that seemed to come from some demonic pied piper.

Sweat was beginning to appear on Tan’s face, trickling down his neck and running down the muscular hollow of his back. Youthful, his passage to manhood slowly making itself evident, the 12-year-old boy was sleepwalking while locked deep in trance. Still the cells within Tan were reacting to the silent music’s pull, as his body strained to keep him from answering its melodic call, unaware that it was fighting a losing battle.

Somewhere in the distance of the dark night with its eerie mists, a dog began to growl. Wild of eye the wolves tuned in and added their own frightening wails as the sounds built, then merged and became one long, spine-chilling howl.

Tan’s sister Rani shuddered then sighed beside him and he realized they were not alone. Something was stalking them, following the field that was pulling them home and yet Tan’s body sensed that this home held no safety.

That’s right, sweet ones, this way …, Agra the young witch crooned, her voice taking on a sickly seductive sound. Okay my lovelies, come this way, come to mama. Papa and I have been waiting. Her voice was dripping like liquid honey and the familiar smell of their mother’s freshly baked cakes lured the innocent children on.

Feet that were lifting themselves unwillingly over stones and fallen branches were soon crushing chalk-like skulls and disintegrating a graveyard of old bones, as their silent walk became a noisier struggle to ignore the witch’s spell. It was strong, too powerful. It mesmerized their minds and overwrote their wills until their weary bodies finally gave in.

A soft light shone in the distance, revealing the silhouette of a sleek, gray wolf, which was soon running in the hollow glen beside them. Other creatures following the path of the wolf kept a slightly safer distance as the whole forest froze in trepidation; the innocents had fallen for the lure.

Fear’s field was pulsing and the witch was having fun.

A self-satisfied grin spread slowly across her unlined yet troubled face, a face that held a strange type of twisted beauty. As the children appeared on her doorstep, she leaned forward and softly chuckled then reached out to gently stroke their hair. Tan flinched instinctively pulling Rani out of her way as if to avoid contamination, his movement catching the witch off guard.

Agra stood back a little then bowed theatrically while pointing toward the cellar door which opened unaided at their approach. Flame-haired and gray-eyed, the pale-skinned witch was dressed in richly colored velvets, adding to her mystical look and bohemian flair.

Everything in the cottage obeyed Agra, for the witch understood so much of the silent workings of the fields. She was skilled, but was she skilled enough? The game was shifting and the stakes were high. Hunted or hunter, to Agra it was all just a game with each one driven by the instinct to survive.

As the children descended the stairs a dank, stale smell rose to wrap them in another layer as the cold reach of a draft slowly wound its way around them and the darkness of the cellar claimed them for its own. Agra sensed them stumbling forward, then collapsing on the bedding she’d laid there, straw mats and a dark blue tattered blanket she’d stolen from the hound who now hung back watching in the corner. Held in restraint by another one of Agra’s spells, the dog relaxed a little as the children dropped to their knees and then hit the straw in silent slumber, too drugged by the magic to resist her anymore.

The door to the cellar closed and Agra triumphantly stepped out of the cottage, looked up at the moon and muttered: Maybe this will placate him for a while. Although in her heart of hearts the young witch knew she could never feed her mate enough to satiate all his longings.

She felt a touch despondent in her triumph as she began to realize that the field of fear could never feed any of them for too long. The fun in trying was ceasing to amuse her.

All of this the young boy sensed and yet as the dawn’s rays revealed themselves, a much older Tan sat up in his bed, finding himself bathed by the softest hues of red and yellow. Rubbing his eyes, he shook his head, sighed deeply and realized that once again he had been dreaming of a past that still had the power to haunt him.

He reached over languidly to switch off the simulator, which was still beaming the dancing colors of an Earth sunrise across the walls of his room. It was good to wake in this way, to a movie of the sun rising over the horizon, to the sound of waves crashing on a shore. It made him feel connected to Earth rather than feeling as if he were out in the middle of an infinite cosmic ocean.

Tan flicked off the switch, found his remote control to change and crank up his music as he slid out of bed with the practiced grace of a dancer. Within moments he had showered and dressed, then paused at the door of his bedroom to look across the sparsely furnished lounge where the view of the galaxy always captured his attention. Within moments his mind forgot his dream and was again consumed by his most amusing memories of Hosho.

Remembering their last lesson, Tan began to laugh as Hosho had again delivered his teachings via another meaningful joke. Hosho was known for his daily sessions with the youngsters, who would gather around this Wise One and laugh themselves into a joyous flow of tears. To watch them was astounding and this was something Tan often sought just for his own enjoyment.

Although never officially enrolled in Hosho’s classes, Tan just couldn’t stay away and over time had become one of Hosho’s most serious students for he was nearly as adept at fiddling the fields as the great master was himself.

While Tan at 22 was tall and dark with wavy black hair, big blue eyes, and olive skin that stretched itself smoothly over his lithe athletic frame, still sometimes it seemed like only yesterday that he was a slightly built child when he and Rani had been lost in the world of the Enchanted Kingdom.

Hosho had said that 22 was the year of mastery for all of them, a time when a boy became a warrior-man, yet Tan often felt that his time in the Enchanted Kingdom had made him too old for his tender years, that he’d lost a part of his youth somehow. He also felt how good it was to be home among his kin and the wizard of field fiddlers – Hosho. Agelessly ancient, Hosho had long been known as the one who both inspired and trained the fiddlers of the fields. Most importantly, he had taught them how to find and enjoy the field of magic that many called the River of Grace.

Tan was always drawn to those who gave the secrets of how to fiddle the fields as it kept him busy and amused, eager for the weekly lessons that the Federation recommended for the young ones of the new age. So far Hosho had taught the young warriors to see in the dark by training their night vision, how to move backward and forward in time and how to also move through a field without disturbing it. Here their goal was to be invisible, to just be the watcher, the one who was both silent and aware. He had also taught them basic things like how to always stay healthy and happy by adjusting their inner energy fields.

Yesterday Hosho had told them that many of the field fiddlers who came to him were of Hanuman’s lineage, for the ancient monkey god loved to glide through the fields where chaos reigned – just to add a little laughter or to deposit the pearls of wisdom of the gods. Hanuman, like the young ones being trained, was destined to be a hero in his day, a warrior of light who kept the Kingdom safe.

Hosho had also recently told them all that the gods had long ago been anchored into the fields by the divine geomancers, but Tan didn’t care to know more than that. He was too busy watching the field fiddlers and once he understood their game he couldn’t wait to learn the art and play. The rebel in him was both ignited and then placated by the excitement of it all, as fiddling the fields produced ranges of realms unimaginable to those who were newly trained. A living force of infinite love, the fields mirrored everything about the player.

Tan had found that while he loved to play the fields – and he was what Hosho called a natural – it was also too easy to be lost within them. There were fields within fields, and doorways within doorways, and tools and keys, and layers and levels, and bliss zones, and rides destined to collide and create both cycles of order and chaos. Whenever Tan glided through a field of chaos he always remembered Hosho, the laughing one, the one who had seen it all, who’d gathered the keys and given the guidelines to field surf at will, all the while teaching them the importance of maintaining the integrity of each field.

Hosho’s teachings were of the highest caliber, always attracting those who were pure of heart and focused in their will and intention. All of the finest Federation members had once surfed through the fields with Hosho and every alchemist owed at least some of their skills to him.

Of course there were other field magicians apart from Hosho. Tan remembered the first field fiddlers that he had met in the Enchanted Forest, the formidable Seth and Agra – a warlock and witch of darker design who fed themselves from the fields like vampires in the night. Tan shivered now with the memory of it all, aware of how his naiveté had quelled the force of fear and been his saving Grace.

Each has its place, Tan sighed thinking of the ones of his morning’s dreaming, his words reaffirming something Hosho had once said about how everything was born with a purpose in OH-OM’s world and how everything was perfect in its design and belonged, as a cell, in the body of the greater whole. It took Tan a long time to understand how the evil of Seth and Agra could exist or even belong in OH-OM’s world, but it did – somehow it all fit perfectly, according to the view of Hosho, who said that OH-OM was the One Heart-One Mind force that fed the pulse of the Matrix.

Perhaps when I am older or just wiser, I’ll see it all with a clearer view, Tan sighed again still trying to make sense of it all, for as each day passed his memory of his life in the Enchanted World grew fainter. How long had it been since their return? He let his mind wander back and scan the passing of time – seven long years, seven years of adjusting, of sleepless nights and of dreaming dreams that seemed so distant, yet so real.

The Fiddlers of the Fields

Rani and Tan were rapidly expanding through the fields because the Queen of the Matrix had blossomed and broken through the shields of Earth’s illusions. The explosion of her being reached supernova proportions as universes rose up to catch the overspill of her presence. Things were moving upward, sideways, diagonally, shifting and intermingling to refashion them all as the queen’s web pulsed out new patterns.

For a few moments time stood still and Tan felt like he was back in the Enchanted World, a world transformed and shifting, never constant, never the same. Both he and Rani felt like they stood on the brink of a new history that could be made in the blink of an eye. They were prime players in the game and it was growing. It was good to be so fired up, so alive.

He paced the floor thinking of his upcoming assignment.

Exciting? Maybe. Demanding skill? He was sure of this and more.

He knew the prize would be the speeding of the game, the shifting of the worlds. Neither hesitation nor the thought of refusal could ever enter his mind for the Matrix had dialed his number and he had answered the call.

Cryptic? Ironic? Magical?

It was all of this and also so much more. He could feel it in his bones for the queen could become the most enticing lover when her heart-song called. He’d missed her, his Lady of Light, the one he’d once adored when he was such a young boy, so unformed. She’d captured him early, drawn him into her weave and wrapped him tight to her heart. She did it to all and they willingly came to her like lovers enthralled, for she could be the virgin, the mother, or the crone.

Rani also loved the web of the queen.

The queen’s pull awoke something within her that was primal, tribal in its beat. In her heart in the Matrix, Rani was free to dance and tune the fields at will. The queen’s heart it was all holy, sacred, and sanctioned, and here Rani learned to savor the flavor until she could beam it out from every pore just as Isis had taught her.

Rani and Tan were in love with life in a blossoming world. The queen’s pulse had seduced them, pulled them back to a realm that they had left and then lingered over, a world in which they would leave behind a part of themselves. Then they’d returned from Her Enchanted World. They’d come home, more alert and more aware, but now Hosho was sending him back because something was not right in the fields. Even though the queen’s heartbeat was strong, both Tan and Rani had felt that something had slowed down.

Tan was consumed by his thoughts, too tuned in to Hosho to be captured by the beauty of the glorious view that had unfolded before him as he paused in the doorway to his chambers. Hosho would recommend the holding of beauty as a standard practice in every day yet Tan’s mind was currently hooked into the channel of a field from the past. He’d been scanning the Records of Akasha and had made an intriguing discovery about the years that he and Rani had been lost in the Enchanted World. Each night he continued to dream dreams that slowly began to reveal the secrets of it all. And so he began to search, to seek more answers in response to the deeper questions in his soul.

After Hosho’s morning class, Tan had gone to the Hall of Records to scan a new field he’d decided to assess but somehow, instead, the Records of his time in the Enchanted Kingdom had come up on his monitor for visual display. The instant connection that he felt for the young boy that he saw was powerful, as Tan recognized this boy as his younger self lying entwined in the limbs of the ancient bodhi tree. Scanning further he recognized the pink-orange light of the pre-dawn sky that had begun to reveal the mists of the glen. The scene was just how he’d first seen it so many years ago.

His body shivered as he recalled the sheer pleasure of being there plus the challenge and the fear. Crystalina, Shadow, the Lady of Light, the fairies of the glen – all of it flashed across his mind only to be replaced by the menacing image of Seth and the demented laughter of Agra that still had the power to haunt his dreams.

Lost in the memory of it all yet knowing that it had come back to him now due to his recent new assignment, Tan suddenly heard a familiar whispering behind him.

It’s the Enchanted Kingdom; once you’ve been in its field, it will never let you go.

Crystalina! Tan exclaimed upon hearing her voice, so missed in its recent silence. His training at the Academy had distanced him from his past as Hosho’s new teachings overwhelmed his senses and lessened his awareness of this time. Each passing year seemed to dim his memory further but now, with the return of this fairy presence, Tan’s body shuddered as if realigning itself into a new beat. Two blasts from his past in one day were beginning to make him edgy: first what he’d seen in the Records and now the arrival of the Crystal Fairy.

Crystalina, I should have known you would come! Tan exclaimed again as he smiled with a joyous sigh of recognition while feeling thankful that the veil had finally come down.

Crystalina smiled, as Tan’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude to feel her close again.

I’ve called on you often, my friend, she murmured, though you could not hear and my presence is too fine to compete for your attention. Your training has led you to focus on much denser matters than me! Mixed with her words was a feeling of acceptance, a knowing of how things were, so Tan relaxed and silently forgave himself for his neglect. Crystalina always had a way of making him feel at ease.

I can’t believe it has been so long and I was just thinking of you! Tan smiled at the silken princess, his fairy made of gossamer light.

Despite the smile, Crystalina sensed a weary sadness deep within the handsome youth, as if something inside him had begun to wither and die. How he would manage to go back and re-imprint the field without losing himself within it all was suddenly Crystalina’s private concern, for it seemed that Hosho had need for Tan to revisit the Enchanted Kingdom of his past and thus Crystalina had now appeared again.

How he has grown! she thought, feeling the pride of a mother for in a sense she had been that to him too. As one of the dancing devas she could hardly be too worried, as the Enchanted Kingdom had taught the knights so much and allowed them to test their skills and apply them to all worlds and she knew the moment she saw Tan again that he’d been well trained.

Maximum impact, minimum effort was the usual instruction that Hosho gave a Cosmic Knight with each new field assignment. Hosho had decided that for their graduation test each one in his field fiddling class would go back in time to a space and place where they could be of aid whenever required. At age twenty-two Hosho’s group of young alchemists were finally ready to take their place in their new world, assuming they passed this last trial.

Huh? Our assignment is to do what? Tan’s friends had asked as Hosho began to laugh.

To go back in time and watch the fields and give aid if and when you see it is required, Tan whispered in response.

Won’t that change our now? someone asked.

No, Hosho replied. "For you will create any changes in a parallel world. If the changes are appropriate to the greater game then they will be overlaid and permanently anchored as a new field, but how to do that will be another lesson for a future time."

Content with this, the students refocused.

Standing beside Tan in the doorway of his chamber, Crystalina could see that he was still distracted, unfocused, and lost again in a mental pool of remembrance. The lessons and experiences of past years poured furiously through Tan’s mind and also pulsed within him, sending out call signs through his fields. Crystalina sensed how it had all become much too electric, and that Tan longed for a time of simplicity, of magic, and for once just to be the watcher in a field. And so in response to Tan’s deep inner longing, Hosho had enticed him with an assignment back to the Enchanted Forest, the Kingdom that both he and time, it seems, had forgotten, although unbeknownst to Tan its very existence was now being threatened.

Tan? Where are you, Tan? It was Crystalina. Tan heard her voice as if it echoed through a chasm in time, resounding over and over. Tan! Come back! Come out of Hosho’s fields! While it’s been great for me to see what you’ve been up to, I’ve had enough of viewing your memories, she complained like a neglected child who finally had been reunited with a favorite playmate and was impatient to catch up.

Tan smiled absently as he withdrew again from the past and came back to the fairy’s presence, sighing, Meeting Hosho has been truly momentous and I have you and Tao Lao to thank for that!

Tao Lao? How is your old mentor these days?

I rarely see him anymore, Tan responded with just a touch of melancholy.

Are you excited? Crystalina asked, eager for more news and wanting to lift his spirits.

Excited? he queried.

About your assignment and going back to the Enchanted Kingdom? Sometimes Crystalina wondered about him, the man her boy had become. He appeared so strong now, so confident and aware. Yes, she thought, meeting Hosho and becoming a Cosmic Knight and fiddler of the fields had done Tan well.

You know it was strange seeing myself like that again, Tan smiled, remembering what he had been shown that very afternoon in the Hall of Records. I was only 12 when it all began. Can you believe it Crystalina? Only 12. Am I excited? No. I know better now. I’ve seen too much and I know some of the secrets of the fields but do I know enough?

The Crystal Fairy felt his shudder and a small beat of fear that burst out from his field for she knew that the boy had become a man whose time in the Kingdom of Enchantment was destined to repeat itself, because the world was again in need. Tan’s fear was not the fear of an innocent boy but the fear of one who had seen the ignorant misuse of power. He knew that the Volcan Lords were very much alive as the evidence of their cruelty was found in many worlds.

Rani – Roaming through Time

Across the corridor from the door to Tan’s private chamber, his sister, Rani, had begun to pace. Tall, lithe, and graceful, she was cat-like in her demeanor, confident and full of the vitality of youth. As she tossed back her mane of thick black hair, her emerald green eyes glazed over – she was lost in thought again, mesmerized by both the Isis fields and the dream that she’d had that morning. Like Tan, she had learned to become an expert dreamer and fiddler of the fields, two preoccupations that grabbed many of the youth in this future time, for a good field fiddler could alter the path of his or her history and consciously influence the lives of those yet to be born. It was a basic skill taught by the dream-weavers, the ones who kept the Matrix changing in ways that were good for them all.

I miss it all so much still. Don’t you? Rani acknowledged as she and Tan sat later enjoying a midnight snack.

The Enchanted Kingdom?

Rani nodded, her eyes beginning to glisten with tears.

Sure I miss it. Tan seemed distant, unable to match his sister’s reflective mood, and so she switched back to sharing more on her latest research project and why it had enthralled her, yet she knew that the Enchanted Realm was very much on both their minds.

Anyway, I know I have high standards, it’s just that I have seen too much and we both know how incredibly well tuned the fields can be from the time we spent there. We’ve both seen how everything can be gracefully reshaped and personally I like it. Creating with Grace is just another level of field control and freedom, and aligning to Grace speeds up the evolutionary game.

Tan was silent for he knew she was opening a space of the let’s talk, listen, and share new perspectives kind of mode that the duo fell into now and then to discuss their latest training.

As Rani spoke Tan realized that her wisdom was ageless and yet now and then he glimpsed within her the child she had once been. Finally she stopped talking and, sensing his distraction, both sat in silence for a while.

When do you leave? she asked, then added, Can you keep the fields open to our communication or is this a blast-in, amnesia type of field or a controlled selectivity ‘do not disturb me’ game?

Both, neither, I don’t know, Tan replied, thinking again of Hosho’s latest assignment and his final initiation with the Academy that had filled the last years of his life. It’s a fascinating precept and a great test for any fiddler in the field. We get to apply all the theory, to pragmatically test even deeper all that we’ve absorbed from being in Hosho’s presence. His stories are always so rich and meaningful. I just hope I’ve learned enough not to get too distracted, because the Enchanted Kingdom’s Matrix contains so many parallel worlds due to all the dreaming. Staying in the main field within the common dreaming is an art.

The two sat reflecting on it all and how the Enchanted Kingdom was the result of humans’ dreaming for a better world.

Hosho wouldn’t set it up if he didn’t think you’d succeed, Rani reassured him, "and his stories grab us because he has lived them, they’re real. His teachings are memories in the fields of life, marinated in pools of deep experience, which of course provide a great undercurrent for any story! Anyway Tan, Isis told me that any changes your presence makes will be manifested into a parallel world and will only merge into the world you are watching if the outcome is beneficial to all. She said to remember that this is the main rule of the true alchemist’s field fiddling."

I know, Hosho said the same, Tan smiled and looked at her, suddenly realizing how much she had grown. Sometimes she still felt like his sister, but something between them had changed. Looking at her in the soft light of her chamber, he noticed the shine of her hair and the glow in her eyes, as she spoke of the work she loved. He found himself noticing the soft curves of her form, her smile and her smell and something within him began to stir and long for home.

You looked so sweet when I saw you there asleep in the Enchanted Kingdom. You know, the Records give such an interesting view and there was so much I’d forgotten. But they’d recorded it all. Tan became more animated as he spoke about some of what the Records had so far revealed to him. He knew there was much more to see because Akasha stored all events that unfolded throughout Creation.

No doubt your return sojourn will test your ability to read the fields and all that Hosho has taught you, Rani shared, adding, I can understand going in as a trained field fiddler, but to take two innocents from their home field like they did when we were so young, then to release us into the Enchanted Kingdom fields, well I’ve never understood it at all .…

Tan interrupted Rani and said, feeling her confusion, Rani, just go to Akasha and see what has been recorded. Only then will you understand it all. Oh, did I tell you that Crystalina has returned?

Rani’s eyes lit up as she responded with excitement, "I thought the veils were coming down!"

* * *

Crystalina? Crystalina? Where are you today? Crystalina, Crystalina, come to me to play! Rani found herself singing the next day, delirious with joy that their fields had connected again. I thought you’d forsaken us! Rani exclaimed as the Crystal Fairy morphed into view, drawn by the excited desire in Rani’s field. The Fairy Kingdom could never refuse a musical invitation to cross the fields.

I am always here, Crystalina laughed. It’s you who forgot how to hear.

And how to see and feel your world, Rani said sadly. The fields outside the Enchanted Kingdom are too heavy and dense, and the longer we are back in them the weaker our link has become!

Crystalina understood, for this was always the way of the fields where denser rays prevailed.

And Tan? Crystalina asked, although she already knew. How do you feel about his new adventure back in time?

Hosho is letting me watch so I can be with him every step of the way.

You mean you’ll be watching Tan watching the 10- and 12-year-old versions of you and Tan when you first discovered my world?

Yes, Rani replied. Complicated isn’t it?

Just as you like it! Crystalina replied, and as their eyes met they erupted into reels of laughter and violet light sparks flew from their fields.

And C.N.N? Crystalina queried, checking to see if the duo would keep their channels open to each other via the inner plane network – a cosmic channel hook-up and their telepathic link.

C.N.N.? The Cosmic Nirvana Network? Definitely. Rani grinned, and added, Hosho says that keeping the channels open to guidance is accepted with all fiddlers of the fields. Communication is easy, assuming Tan remains open to listen.

Crystalina laughed, remembering a 12-year-old boy who refused to value what his 10-year-old sister was saying, until the fields would prove to him how often she was right. Now 10 years on, the game was not much different except they were children no more.

Crystalina’s eyes drank deeply of the young girl’s fields and she was pleased with the changes in Rani. Gone was the shyness, and in its place a confidence that belied her years, for just like her mother she had been trained by Isis. Crystalina knew the stakes were high for Isis to have taken Rani under her wing. Just what role will Rani play? Crystalina mused about the young woman who now readily shared her smile, for Rani would be crucial in the game again this time.

And so the Crystal Fairy danced between the fields of the kingdoms using her magic to open all the doors, delighted to be back with her protégés of the past. What Tan did not know, but what he and Rani had suspected, was that the assignment Hosho had set for them had far greater implications than they knew.

* * *

On the day Tan’s assignment began, Hosho took him into the Sacred Chamber, a place of crystals and rays of rainbow light that bounced off walls that seemed alive. The students loved the Chamber for it nourished them in ways that few understood, with everyone leaving feeling happily high on life. Sacred scents of frankincense and myrrh and celestial sounds of harps and bells abounded, allowing all within the sacred space to feel at peace and safe.

Part of Tan’s training had been in bi-location, the ability to leave the body, travel cosmically, and to be in two places at once. Transmigration was another art the Cosmic Knights were yet to learn. This was the ability to dematerialize and rematerialize their bodies at will, to travel vast distances throughout the realms.

Sit. The magician grinned. May as well get comfortable, this could take a while and you may choose to be gone from your body for some time. If so, you may need to adjust your internal feeding and hydration systems.

Eager to take advantage of his last time in the presence of his tutor, Tan asked Hosho, Can I just expand time and allow days and even months to unfold in the Enchanted Kingdom field, and yet have it all happen in only moments for us here now? I don’t want to spend three years there like we did last time!

Hosho grinned again, smiling, nodding, lifting his shoulders in a shrug, and a twinkle seemed to grow in his wise, wise eyes. Although he was proud of Tan’s quick mind, his role of teacher was over and the fact was – as always – that if Tan could think it, he could create it, for this was the nature of the fields.

Tan liked the expanding time idea, so he rubbed his palms together then placed them in the prayer position and slowly drew them apart, as if some invisible elastic string bound his hands.

Expand time now, he commanded into the alpha energy field between his open hands, and then he projected into this space the image of his and Rani’s time as children in the Enchanted Kingdom. Let this new adventure unfold in perfect time and in alignment with the old, yet be done in minimum time in this now field. He added some additional commands then chanted So it is three times for closure and to seal the request in place as he wrapped his vision in a web of violet light and surrendered his request to the lords of Time. He then commanded his body elemental to increase its absorption of cosmic particles to feed and hydrate his physical system perfectly while he was gone from the confines of his form.

Hosho chuckled in his magically melodious way, then patted Tan on the back and said, Live well in the field of Grace, for this was one of his favorite sayings to close each lesson with the young ones that he trained. And with his words still echoing, Hosho vanished without a trace.

Tan sat in the candlelit chamber and began to fiddle the fields, moving himself backward in time. His assignment had begun.

Breathe, Hosho’s voice echoed around him. "Remember the breath removes the veils. Breathe deep and fine and connected, do not break the rhythm of your breath. Always keep it subtle and refined, connected."

Tan filled his lungs with the chi-filled chamber air and moved his focus to the force that was breathing him and sustaining his life, until a new beat began to pulse within his system, an electric hum that carried a different rhythm. The chamber itself seemed to spring to life as geometric patterns of sacred shapes danced before his inner eyes.

Delta download now! he commanded and, as his pineal gland began to pulse, he could feel the fields begin to move, parting like the Red Sea did for Moses. It never used to be this easy, Tan thought quietly to himself, pleased that his confidence and mastery were both so obvious in their growing, yet knowing the Sacred Chamber was helping with the flow.

But the fields are like that – the more you use the trails, the stronger the magnetic pull will become! a small voice within reminded him, a voice that sounded a lot like Rani’s. Hey Tan! You’re right, I’m here! she beamed inside his head. Keep the channel open so I can share this journey with you. Hosho said that the only limitation would be our perception. I can come if you invite me! We can mind-meld and share this adventure if you like? Rani raised her voice in that cute but annoying plea, a voice she knew would melt him into her and bring about his surrender.

Actually it would be more fun, Tan laughed.

Perhaps it could be a smoother sort of adventure this time, yes? Rani beamed telepathically back with her agreement and Tan was pleased that he would not go alone.

Can you be with me constantly?

Unfortunately no, I still have my own work to do with Isis, but I’ll beam in when I can. I’ll keep the field lines between us open. If you need me, I’ll be there. Otherwise I’ll check in from time to time.

Don’t forget to check the Akashic Records so that you’ll know more of the greater game. Our time there as children was no accident, nor was the role we played, Tan reminded her as he refocused on his breath, switched his body to a new breathing rhythm and began to fade.

Enchanted Kingdom, our arrival day, first time entry, Rani and Tan commanded from their space in the theta field, their brainwave patterns resetting themselves to the new time zone as they visualized their arrival there a decade ago. The duo held their focus, seeking to connect with who they’d been, back in that place and space of a distant time. Their re-entry was immaculate for a dawn had just begun to break and they realized that a new version of their dreamtime dance had at last begun. It was good to return, for they’d missed it.

The Enchanted Kingdom

As his breathing rhythm continued to change, a new world formed before Tan’s mind and he saw himself back in the Enchanted Forest as the innocent 12-year-old, waking up, then rubbing his eyes to take in the view. He saw himself sit up with a wide-eyed look of wonder and heard his younger self thinking, Where on Earth am I? This is not my home, something’s wrong.

The surrounding mist curled through the tree trunks entwining the roots making everything seem alive yet also not quite there. The silence was disturbing. Tan’s young eyes darted wildly around the enclosure – an open glen surrounded by the type of trees that could keep someone hidden from view.

Memories, smells, and feelings flooded back to the older Tan as he watched it all begin to unfold, reliving the morning they first found themselves in the Enchanted World.

Rani! the young Tan whispered, shaking her sleeping form beside him and giving a silent thanks for having his sister with him. Rani! he exclaimed louder, shaking her with a little more force.

His sister looked like an angel curled up in the mist, yet her brother was too caught up in his confusion to notice.

Where are we? she said, sitting up in child-like wonder. It feels like my Enchanted Kingdom, she said sleepily while looking innocently at her brother. It’s okay, I think we are both just awake in a dream. I come here all the time. This is the Enchanted Kingdom of my dreams.

It’s not a dream, Rani, something is missing. My memories are all gone. All I know is your name and my own name. Stop for a minute and see if you have it too.

Have what? Rani replied, kind of pleased to share something with her brother, for she sensed that sometimes they seemed to live in worlds that were so far apart.

Amnesia, Tan replied. It feels like I have amnesia.

Rani closed her eyes and tried remembering. Opening them with a startled gaze, she exclaimed in a wail, There’s nothing to remember!

I know we have memories, a life somewhere. All this is new, Tan said gesturing to their environment yet trying to make it all better. Perhaps Rani was right and it was just a crazy dream, a lucid dream where events could be controlled, where the dreamer knew that he was a dreamer in a dream. The children stared at each other, their questioning momentarily broken by the shrill sound of a lark that began to sing the praises of dawn.

As the soft, warm light broke the chill of the night, the sun’s rays began to dance across a pale blue sky, painting it with streams of red, pink, and gold. The children stood and stretched and then climbed a small embankment to sit upon on a rocky ridge, mesmerized by the dawn’s spell. They seemed to be in a land without time as they later walked for what felt like hours through a gigantic forest. The mist had long since broken and a soft light dappled the leaves, shining forth its slender rays to beam through the canopy of trees. In the semi-darkness the children could see that the forest floor pulsed with life as hundreds of pairs of eyes observed them on their trail.

Newcomers, was the message that seemed to echo in the field.

Innocents, the wise owls whispered, aware of a change in the post-dawn light.

Innocents? Crystalina asked. Then they will need my help.

Not until they ask, remember! the fields of light replied, sending the words out with a pulse of iridescent violet hue. In the Enchanted Kingdom the violet pulse often rippled through the fields after wise words had been spoken.

Innocents. The word had spread. Shadow had heard it from deep within the caves below the cottage of Seth and Agra, where the word innocent was pronounced as if it were manna from heaven.

Innocents! Seth had groaned, feeling himself grow younger, already feeding as best he could from their fresh field.

Shadow watched them both and her heart filled with a slow burning hate. For years she had suffered and for years she had plotted her escape, only to try and fail and try again until surrendering angrily to her fate.

Suddenly Shadow knew what she could do and how to avenge herself for all the years she had endured at the whim of the witch and her mate.

May victory be sweet for perhaps tonight I can escape! Shadow sang as she sprang out later in the night, flying through the kingdom like a dancer pirouetting across a stage. Through the trees, moonbeams glistened upon her coat, and she seemed to move with wings of Grace, for Crystalina was suddenly at her side.

Shadow? Crystalina asked, urging the gray wolf to slow down. Shadow, I sense what you wish to do but … we need to stop, to plan .…

Shadow began to slow her gait until she found the coolness of the stream, Let us drink and rest here, Crystalina said as she sat in front of Shadow, who laid her head on her strong front paws and looked sorrowfully up at the Crystal Fairy with eyes of longing and hope.

We need to stop them … if Agra and Seth get to the innocents, much of what we have gained will be lost for they will grow even stronger still, the she-wolf sighed sadly.

And to this Crystalina could only reply, It could even close the doors, and we could not bear to see the joy stop.

Joy? Shadow mumbled a little sarcastically. This would be new to my world. And so they sat in silence, the Crystal Fairy and the lone wolf, the mother of strength and courage who now took suffering in her stride.

Your children, Crystalina reminded her firmly a few moments later, the ones who are yet to come. Do you wish to deny them the chance to explore and know the joy of the fields?

Shadow looked at the Crystal Fairy perplexed, as if she had missed some magical secret. Explore the fields?

Yes, Crystalina explained excitedly. The Enchanted Kingdom has been growing and in places it now merges with the Human World ….

And I have been trapped in a witches’ lair, Shadow said with a deep self-pitying sigh, doubting she would ever be free to mate and have children.

Ignoring Shadow’s obvious sadness Crystalina continued, It’s never too late to explore and now you have the chance to oversee the innocents in their journey, to guard them, watch them, and even guide them in their dreams. And Shadow? Crystalina stopped and checked to see that the young wolf was still focused.

Yes? Shadow said wistfully hoping that she would soon be free.

Shadow, remember our presence can never be revealed until they ask.

Revenge plus a new adventure, just what I feel like! And for the first time in a long time Shadow chuckled with delight, as her sad green eyes shone with a new inner glow and sight.

Revenge, Shadow?

Yes my revenge will be in stopping Agra and Seth from taking the innocents!

The Enchanted Kingdom was a land of ancient space held in a field beyond time, a place that seemed like a layer of life wedged between worlds. Hosho had described it as a realm outside of time, a plane of possibilities where everything was available for the dream-weavers and the wise. It was a place that had the power to call the innocents to its door and yet it was a place that could consume them unless the Crystal Fairy and the wolf could be their guides. Since the arrival of Seth, strange things had begun to occur within the kingdom where once only goodness could thrive.

Shadow

The coat of the gray she-wolf sparkled in the night as if electrified with hope. To save the innocents, she sighed as she drifted into the world of dreams, … the innocents ….

Shadow saw herself morphed back in time to re-live her own birth, to a time when she too was known as an innocent. She knew it was a dream and so she let it come to her for she sensed it would bring her a gift, something to help her shield the children from the warlock and his mate.

Shadow and the sibling cubs slowly opened their eyes and cried softly in the dark, seeking the comforting warmth and smell of their mother who now lay dying at the door of their cave.

No! Leave them be! They are the innocents …, her mother cried out in anguish as a long wand-type spear broke through her ribs and punctured her lung and she let out one last desperate breath.

Seth boomed loudly, Of course they are the innocents, that’s why we’ve come!

In her dream Shadow saw the warlock grabbing the cubs gruffly by the neck as the young wolves squealed in the knowing that it was not their mother’s tender embrace – for she’d held them all so gently in her mouth when she carried them from the darkest reaches of the birthing cave.

Quiet! Agra demanded, hitting the squirming trio with her stick, and the innocents began to tremor with a fear unknown. After a bumpy ride in a darkened crate the cubs were eventually set down. Now and then a hand would grab them and place them one by one at the nipples of an old nurse dog, a hound of ill repute who though nasty in nature was held in a compassion spell long enough to allow her milk to flow into the mouths of the hungry cubs. When feeding was finished, Agra released her and the old black dog would growl, reacting to being imposed upon, but not remembering how it happened. Dark days flowed into dark nights in a dark cottage that was a dark den in a dark field at the edge of the Enchanted Kingdom.

Over the years Shadow’s siblings had died from the sorrow and despair of being held in the warlock’s lair but Shadow hung on, fed by her secret meetings with Crystalina. Late each night, the two sat in the woods and spoke of the time when all was light in the Enchanted World, before the hatred was born, the hatred that had emerged soon after Agra began her liaison with Seth.

It had taken Shadow many years to understand why she had been taken as an innocent and why Seth and Agra had need of her.

They took you young as it was easier to imprint you, to align you to their cause, the Crystal Fairy had once told her. They need you for the gifts of your ancestors who in the Human World were known for their vision and strength, and savagery in the fight. The Rainbow Tribes always honored the wolves for these things and your tribe became totem for many.

And why would Seth and Agra need my vision and strength? Shadow had asked the fairy sprite later when she had become old enough to ask and know.

That was the time that the Terradacs had begun to infiltrate the fields, Crystalina had told her. Your clan was always among the first to be able to detect their presence.

Shadow had remembered the fear of these ones, who had somehow broken through from another bleak world and were now feeding on those who were drunk with power. Seth and Agra had every reason to be afraid, as the Terradacs had quickly grown in number, which multiplied their hunger for the witch and the warlock who were the darkest of them all. At last the hunters had become the prey.

The she-wolf was wise and she had quickly learned to play the game – by day she appeared to be the warlock’s slave so that at night she was free to roam. It was on one such night as she sat beside her favorite moonlit pool that the Crystal Fairy had come – called to the great gray beast by a longing in the creature’s heart.

There must be more, the young wolf had silently thought and sighed, there must be more! A tear had fallen from her eye like a magic raindrop seeking fertile ground and as it fell to the Earth a light was born that slowly took shape. Rainbow colors began to radiate out from the spot where the young wolf’s tear had fallen and soon the Crystal Fairy stood before the sad-eyed wolf who sat back in alarm.

I must be dreaming! the wolf had cried, yet a gladness had filled her heart and soothed the emptiness that always lingered in her soul. The Crystal Fairy just stood there in a moonbeam and smiled.

The corners of Shadow’s sad mouth began to lift as the Crystal Fairy bowed somewhat dramatically and said, You called?

And so it was that Crystalina became Shadow’s light to guide her through the darkest night. Together they schemed and plotted and yet Shadow knew that Crystalina spoke the truth when she had said:

Shadow, I sense your wish to leave but you are needed where you are. Though it is a heavy burden to bear someone has to keep an eye on Seth and Agra. You are not with them by chance.

I’m not? said Shadow.

As Crystalina spoke, long into that first night, the feeling that dwelled within the young wolf, of being a victim, slowly lessened.

Remember, none are ever given what they cannot handle. Shadow, long ago you chose this path, long before you were born. I know that fate seems cruel to you, to lose all that you loved when so young .…

Crystalina paused as more tears fell from the young wolf’s big, sad eyes that night only to be transformed into glistening rays of light as they fell into the moonlit pool, this very act of magic making the wolf pay attention and sit upright.

Be aware, an inner voice told her, Crystalina is right.

Shadow? Crystalina gently said as the young wolf eyed her with an open mind. I will always walk with you, and you will have many guides. Watch them closely – the witch and her mate. Watch them, Shadow. And with this the Crystal Fairy faded from the field and the young wolf sauntered away feeling brighter.

A day or so after Tan and Rani had arrived, Shadow and Crystalina met again. The she-wolf sensed that fate would entwine her with the innocents and that time would reveal the purpose of their journey in the kingdom. As the moonlight played on the surface of the pool beside which the siblings sat, they fell into a drowsy peace, when Shadow suddenly looked up, her eyes and ears alert, aware that something had shifted in the energy field around them.

A brilliant presence slowly manifested before them and spoke with a song-filled voice that soon captivated Shadow in its spell. Stars and moonbeams seemed to dance within the raven hair that gently framed the sweetest, most angelic face that Shadow had ever seen. The being of Light seemed frail in stature yet strong and resilient somehow as if she were made of something pure and fine, yet indestructible. Gossamer webs of pale, blue flowing robes clung gently to her form and fell softly to the ground, as flowers bloomed around her as she walked. The presence appeared to be floating, an ethereal and graceful being whose radiance transmitted only love.

My lady! Crystalina exclaimed as her eyes opened brightly in response to the Lady of Light who had blissfully merged into their world. Shadow had never seen anything more spectacular and every cell of the wolf’s body began to tingle with recognition and joy.

Mother, beloved one, you who are all One, Shadow’s heart had sung, as only an innocent heart could. And in that moment Shadow knew she would soon be free and that the gods had begun to smile.

I knew the day would come that I would leave the witches’ lair, Shadow affirmed with a thanks and a knowing that only an innocent could know. And as for the innocents, all the secrets would eventually be revealed. It was in that moment when Shadow beheld the Lady of Light that the she-wolf became an innocent once more. And yet she had also become much more than that, for after her time with Agra and Seth, Shadow was an aware innocent, and that would make a difference.

And so it was that the radiance of the Lady of Light finally freed the she-wolf from her dark world and the Elders gave Shadow a new role, for no one knew Agra and Seth better than Shadow. Except of course Crystalina, the Crystal Fairy who knew everything of all the worlds.

It was the Lady of Light who had sent Crystalina to first find Shadow, and to later download any data Shadow needed from the field. The protection of the innocents would ensure the survival of the Enchanted Kingdom and the world of man and who else but the Crystal Fairy could move between the worlds and who else but Shadow could protect the innocents? Their pairing was a match made in heaven.

* * *

This one, the watching Elders had said, pointing to Shadow through the worlds. She will be their guard; she is destined and able to protect the innocents for they will need her aid.

Crystalina knew that Shadow had been chosen long before her response to the Lady of Light who stood silently before them, smiling her benevolent smile. The Gods had rallied and selected Shadow to protect the young ones who had been sent to the Enchanted Kingdom to bridge the worlds.

Too much darkness would drown out all the light, the Elders had concurred as they watched the Lady in the final testing of this guide. All she had to do was smile, for the Gods knew that the true warrior, the one who was pure of heart, would respond as the she-wolf had done.

By leaving Shadow for so long in the warlord’s lair, the risk of energy contamination had been great and yet the she-wolf’s immediate response confirmed she was still pure, for only the pure of heart could even see the Lady of this Light. The warlock’s power of corruption was legendary for Seth was filled with an evil that knew no bounds.

And Agra?

Agra they had hope for, as in the darkest reaches of her heart there still shone a small but pure faint light.

* * *

All of this Tan had seen as he viewed the Records, thankful for it all. Hosho’s Records were the best, and the inner plane communications system had long ago proved to be infallible, for only the pure of heart could use them.

The Cosmic Nirvana Network, Hosho laughed, C.N.N. You like it? he had once asked Tan, years after the young boy had returned from the fields of the Enchanted World.

You’ve been field fiddling again and going back to the start of the new millennium. C.N.N. was the Earth’s cable news network wasn’t it? Tan had asked the wizard, whom he knew had wanted to share about how their C.N.N. had been born; Hosho always loved a play on words.

Yes, Hosho boasted, almost prideful in his manner. "But our C.N.N. is better. First it’s an inner plane network that is incorruptible and second we carry all the good and great news. We broadcast the brilliance of the beat of the fields, of who’s doing what to where