The Road Leading to Hell

By Flamy Lawword

Flamy Lawword was born in Russia in
1961. Her gift of clairvoyance, which
appeared in her early years, she has
developed all her life and has achieved
great success. She can easily see the past
of people, of countries and of mankind as
a whole.
In this book, she has described the
distant past of the now legendary people
of Atlantis. Atlantis existed about one
million years ago on lands associated with the territory of present
day North America and which are now submerged deep in the
Atlantic Ocean.
Flamy Lawword has herein described, in an artistic form, the
real life of the people of Atlantis at the end of its existence. She
provides details to the reader regarding the disaster experienced
by these people because of their incorrect way of life.
Flamy Lawword, in contrast to the legends, describes the real
history of lost Atlantis. On the basis of this book the reader can
compare the lives of the perished people of Atlantis with his/her
own life and make the vital choice: move ones soul upwards to
God, or allow it to descend into Hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465365842

Flamy Lawword

Flamy Lawword was born in Russia in 1961. Her gift of clairvoyance, which appeared in her early years, she has developed all her life and has achieved great success. She can easily see the past of people, of countries and of mankind as a whole. In this book, she has described the distant past of the now legendary people of Atlantis. Atlantis existed about one million years ago on lands associated with the territory of present day North America and which are now submerged deep in the Atlantic Ocean. Flamy Lawword has herein described, in an artistic form, the real life of the people of Atlantis at the end of its existence. She provides details to the reader regarding the disaster experienced by these people because of their incorrect way of life. Flamy Lawword, in contrast to the legends, describes the real history of lost Atlantis. On the basis of this book the reader can compare the lives of the perished people of Atlantis with his/her own life and make the vital choice: move one’s soul upwards to God, or allow it to descend into Hell.

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The

Road

Leading To

Hell

Flamy Lawword

Copyright © 2011 by Flamy Lawword.

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Contents

The Foreword

Chapter I OREPIS

Chapter II THE ROAD LEADING TO HELL

Chapter III HIEROPHANT

Chapter IV LAST VENUSIAN

Chapter V THE BEGINNING

Chapter VI CHAOS

Chapter VII EXPERIMENT

Chapter VIII THIRST

Chapter IX BOOMERANG

Chapter X SPLIT

Chapter XI GOING THROUGH CENTURIES

I devote this book to my husband, Vladimir, the best friend and the

closest embodied soul on this mournful planet.

I am grateful to my brother Pidgayko Sergey Leontievich for typing the text.

The Foreword

The theme of the book is extremely complex and diverse. The purpose of the author was to show people the life during the antediluvian period, its evolution, and reasons for its destruction. The book is written with the use of clairvoyance, which Flamy Lawword possesses. The events described in the book occurred ten thousand years ago. It is clear that the art form of the description of a life of the third Atlantis supposes the certain assumptions, for it is impossible to give with limiting accuracy an insight of events, which happened during so old times. Nevertheless, the author has achieved her purpose: she has shown that nonspiritual life with use of powerful means accessible has inevitably led to the general destruction of to Atlantis. Involuntarily, its semblance to the present life, the life of fifth mankind, crosses one’s mind. Like the inhabitants of the third Atlantis, modern people live nonspiritual lives as they are using achievements of modern science to thoughtlessly ruin the earth. Like the inhabitants of Atlantis, the modern people will perish in days predicted by Apostle John in the Apocalypse. Flamy Lawword hopes that after reading Atlantis Is The Gift of Gods, the people will care for their souls and life and maybe change for better.

Atlantologists since Plato’s times have written huge quantities of books, and volumes of them make billions of pages. However, until now, science does not admit the existence of Atlantis during antediluvian times. Perhaps the existing technology of mankind does not allow us to investigate freely the underwater world on depths below thirty to forty meters. The age of modern archeology has hardly exceeded hundred years. Certainly, traces of vanished civilizations will be found in the future as we use more powerful search technologies. In our opinion, the information received from Akasha does not differ from the methods of research of modern science, and it is not our fault that methods of perception of the universe, which have been used by all seers and clairvoyants, are inaccessible to modern materialists-scientists. The physical side of the method is partially described in the book Secrets of the Mexican Crystal Skulls.

It is necessary to note that storehouses with the information on the past of the earth are kept, and such time will necessarily come when they become accessible to inquisitive researchers whose minds are not littered by dogmas of official science.

Some words about the technical side of the book. Atlantis spoke in Senzar. The Ancient Knowledge, which Germes Trismegist used, has been written in this language. Thus, in writing the book, Flamy Lawword used habitual measures of time, distances, technical terms, and so on, aiming to simplify reading of the text. Finally it not the main thing that was required from the book. At desire Flamy Lawword can specify in details everything or to write scientific work if it will be necessary. I believe that the author has reached the main thing: she has found the way to heart of a reader.

Let the Lord be with us!

Valdemar Smith

Chapter I

OREPIS

Gray waves of hair lay down on his shoulders and the hand that held a pen smoothly moved on parchment, leaving beautiful legible letters on it. Memory of the past did not disturb the heart of Orepis; the wisdom gained in the course of time settled the rest and serenity in the soul of the priest and the governor of once-powerful Atlantis. The letters appearing on parchment gathered in words, words in sentences. The history of the great state was being born. The history depends on correctness of the way chosen by people. Maybe now he would write other history; otherwise, there would be no that tragedy witness of which he is. He removed his sight from parchment and reflected for a long time. Had he acted correctly? Had he done everything? Like a multiseries film, frame by frame, memories floated before his mind, not leaving chances of a victory. What could he do alone, fighting the ignorance of a crowd who has trampled the laws of God? He is pure before himself, before his conscience. It’s his conscience that was his judge all these years. He was kept from falling into the stormy ocean of human vices. The strong spirit and true belief in God determined his acts and correctness of choice of path. The history was silent Nemezid, who sentenced precise and impartially the people of Atlantis. Orepis wrote for edification of descendants; he did not know whether descendants read his work or not. He did not know also that history of his state will turn to a legend.

His childhood was being drawn with paints, which have grown dim from time. Then, when he was a child, he could not understand why his aimless bustle barefoot on hot sand caused melancholy in his breasts—melancholy on the serenity of life. He belonged to the other estate, to a caste of priests. His inquisitive mind did not understand the difference between the simple child and him, future governor of Atlantis. At five years, he knew the alphabet, could write, and penetrated the laws of the universe. He understood the science of numbers and astrology. The severe school of life, as well as its imposed interdictions, disciplined his spirit and determined his purpose.

Sometimes he would like to give up everything and to play secretly from the all-seeing teacher with a crowd of children. He knew that he will be punished for it, but something greater than fear of punishment, something strong and indefinable, stopped him. He felt this force but did not know—did not know then—what this force was.

Sometimes he cried at nights when nobody saw him; the struggle, which took place in his childish heart, broke outside and with huge drops flowed down on his cheeks. Only stars in the night sky carried him away in other world, caressing and calming his soul. He loved the night sky; it attracted and fascinated him. Constellations and separate stars were live beings for him. He not only knew it but also felt it. His breast was overflowing with delight and rest. Whence this feeling of affinity with the heavenly world? His grandfather, the successor of a dynasty of priests, Great Kofir, told him about their native land, the planet Venus, whence his ancestors had come.

Grandfather, did you see them?

You know, Orepis, it was very, very long time ago. Neither my father nor my grandfather had seen them. Those were times, times of early Atlantis, when the Supreme Beings had come on our planet and had originated our civilization. The mankind during those dark times could do many troubles. But the directing hand of the Supreme Beings had not allowed people to plunge into darkness. Then, before their arrival, people were in fetters of ignorance.

Small Orepis began to think something; adult wisdom appeared in his eyes. Kofir approached his grandson. Stroking his golden curls, he said, The age of a person is determined by the age of spirit in him and not by the age of his body. Here you, Orepis, you are small enough but what a wise adult sight you have.

And what does it mean, Granddad?

It means, grandson, that your spirit is mature, and he came thousand times to the earth. My words now do not convey enough to you. Time will pass, and you will feel it. You will not understand it with your mind. You will feel it in your heart.

How in my heart? Is it alive? It can feel?

Everything is alive, sonny.

Both the mountains and the sand?

Everything is matter, Orepis, and the matter is crystallized spirit, and the spirit is the supreme condition of a matter. And any matter, irrespective of its gradation or place on a scale of evolution, possesses consciousness. And if there is a consciousness, it means there is a life.

Granddad, my temple teacher in astrology told me about it. Only I have understood nothing, but I understand you here.

Not each teacher can explain correctly and intelligibly. The one who knows the subject well explains intelligibly. And the knowledge of a subject is defined by experience, reflection, and analysis. Think more, Orepis. It will open to you many secrets of life. Your teacher in astrology maybe knows the science well, but he is not acquainted with the essence of science.

How it can be, Grandfather?

Any science is a manifestation of laws of God. Science can be comprehended with aid of mind, but it is possible to do it with the aid of heart or soul. Knowing laws of astrology, uniting them with an invisible life of each planet, you will comprehend the essence of science and will understand how this great internal life influences you and the whole world. How it builds the mutual relations with your small life. Having understood it, you will understand all mysteries of the game of the Lord, hidden by a coverlet of goddess Isis.

Granddad, why will you become the teacher to us?

I am old, Orepis, and…

The old man broke off, closing his eyes. Orepis patiently waited. Kofir thought how to explain to his grandson that everyone plays his own part in this life. That the only person to whom he can impart knowledge is his grandson. He also saw clearly all life of the grandson; he knew much, and he knew even how everything will end but could not tell it. As everything that he knew could change. The free will of everybody can change his life.

Grandfather, you had not told me something. It is the main thing, as it seems to me.

My dear, everyone has his own path. I have my own, only I have force to pass it. You have another path. Do not live other’s life.

Now, in the end of his path, Orepis, being the father himself, has understood what his grandfather had in view.

The sun was setting; the last beams of the Great Star lighted up the parchment. The heart of Orepis had cowered. He has felt himself as grit at the bottom of the great ocean of life. Everything changes—everything flows in this world. It is impossible to turn back lived years.

And it is a pity! It escaped from the breast of the priest. What for? What for the gods gave knowledge but have not cleared the soul!

Do not live other’s life, rang in the head of the priest.

The civilization that has received knowledge in gift but is not able to use it looks like children playing with fire!

Lines were lying down smoothly on the parchment; coming twilight did not prevent Orepis to write. The armchair on which he sat has kept the aura of his ancestors, their thoughts, their experiences. It is his turn now to leave the print of his life. He got up, for his legs have become numb. Former build looked through his senile image. Wide shoulders, relieved breast, tall height, heavenly depth of eyes—everything spoke about Orepis belonging to a spiritual caste. In spite of old age, his spirit struggled with the flesh.

He went across the room; his legs ached. Prickly and warmly waves flowed from top of his legs downward like streams of water, recovering extremities. Each stone of the temple complex where Orepis wrote was a part of a mosaic from which the picture of history of great Atlantis gathered.

That’s what avidity does to people. It destroys from within, gnaws as a worm, eating away the core. These words were said aloud, sounding like an echo in a huge temple room.

Treachery is one snake more, coiled up in a ring under the heart, he spoke in emptiness; thus, he knew that each word will be heard by them. By those to whom he has been devoted all his life and will remain devoted to the end of his days. The sound of an opening door interrupted his monologue.

Father, they wish to speak to you!

What about? Everything was told already. What did they wish to hear from me? To share my authority? Orepis burst out laughing.

Authority, he continued, which does not exist already. Authority is an ecstasy of arrogance for them. But it is means of achievement of the purpose for me. We speak in different languages.

Father, maybe we can do something yet, at least to gain time.

My dear Toras, my son, there is no time, not for us or for them.

The chief priest of the order of the left way, Black Star, appeared behind Toras in the doorway. Having pushed away the son of Orepis offhandedly, he entered the room.

Orepis! Feram addressed him categorically.

You have lost; we are stronger than you and your order. We want your public refusal of authority. Collect people and devolve authority to Black Star.

The authority does not belong to me, and never belonged, Orepis said severely, standing his back to Feram.

I did not win it, Orepis continued. It has been given to me by the Supreme Forces, and they will solve what will happen to people of Atlantis.

Feram burst in homeric laughter.

What has your authority given? What has it brought? I shall give people what you could not give. Authority over time, money, entertainment. Everything will be enough at my board, at that without superfluous power inputs.

Feram, you are blind, as well as everyone who follows you. Really, you do not see that there is no way back. You will be at authority, or nothing will be solved already. The wheel of karma of Atlantis is turned back. All of us will perish, and the continent will disappear.

You are a fool, Orepis. Except for your light forces, there are dark forces yet that are ready to help us.

The help in exchange for soul? Orepis turned his head and pierced Feram with severe sight.

Feram, you are ready to do everything for the sake of the visible form and connive to carnal desires, even to go to the devil in the mouth, if only to please your flesh. But there is a limit to your life, Feram. The laws of God can’t be changed, and the death will overtake you, as well as all the others. And your darks will betray you, as well as you have betrayed me, in due time.

Orepis, I am tired listening to your morals. They generate hatred in my soul.

But have you a soul, Feram? Did you think about this?

Well, enough! You do not want to act in an amicable way? As you wish.

Feram raised the end of his black raincoat with sharp movement of his hand, threw it on his shoulder, and left the hall with proud gait. Silence reigned.

The central city of Atlantis slept already. It has plunged into darkness. The war between light and dark orders has led to its decline. There was no electricity for a long time now. People have been forced to light the dwellings with the aid of primitive methods. Orepis had no time for a dream. As he left the hall, the corridors were empty; torches dimly lighted the huge walls laid with granite and onyx. Footsteps on which Orepis went downstairs have kept former beauty of faceted stone.

How many work and soul had been put in this structure? What dreams were embodied in this temple? How many hopes?

The eyes of Orepis became damp. He hardly constrained himself not to burst into tears like a child. Having left the temple, Orepis felt the breath of fresh air mixed up with the breath of death. Even sylphs, spirits of air, felt the approach of the end. Impulses of air brought first a wave of heat then a wave of cold.

Silly, silly people! he cried out in darkness.

The Lord has given you everything: life, love, pleasure of spiritual growth, knowledge of own selves. Now you reap the fruits of your lust. You should be born in another more severe world where the help of the gods will be the privilege of elites, he spoke aloud, addressing the people of Atlantis, but they did not hear him—did not hear because they slept. But people slept always, even when they were awake. Not once did he say these words on the central square before the temple. Then everything could be changed yet. He was young, loved by people, was full of energy and forces.

Orepis, people waits for you on the square. Today is the holiday of the summer solstice. In this occasion people covered the square with petals of roses.

Feram, we are together not a single year. You are the friend and brother to me. Tell me whether it is necessary to say to people what I see. In fact, you know as no other that we are on crisis of history—that everything can end wrong but not so as we want.

Orepis, you are the governor of Atlantis. People hear you. The gods speak through you.

Feram, you have not left a choice to me. I shall act fulfilling my duty.

The door swung open. The wife of Orepis, the fine Gejra, entered the hall easily and gracefully. Her face shone by internal light; the Lord has enclosed all power of His love in her appearance. She had huge green almond-shaped eyes, her black hair arranged like a headdress of fantastical form. The faint pink of her cheeks shone through in her olive complexion. She was excited. Two girls who served at the temple minced after her, holding a trailing hem of translucent pink dress. Orepis, seeing his wife, approached her with a rapid step.

Dear, I so worry. There are much people on the square. I appear before people of Atlantis in a role of your wife for the first time.

It is always so for the first time. I worried too when I was initiated in the temple. When the supreme priest gave me attributes of authority in my hands, my excitement was so great that I could not move. But this very day, I went out to the square before the central temple and addressed the people.

Gejra, he will speak, not you. Why do you worry? Feram addressed to her.

Gejra coldly looked at Feram. She did not trust him. The female intuition and her gift of prediction helped her during the heavy moments of her life. But she does not want to believe that the best friend of her husband will betray him. And consequently she was silent, being afraid to tell Orepis everything she knew. After a while, later, she will regret about it. But just so the cloth of human destinies is woven. It is impossible to accuse a person with deeds he did not do yet.

Orepis, taking Gejra under her arm, left the hall accompanied by Feram, two more priests, and girls. When the doors of the temple opened, the bright light of solar beams shone on two people—the woman and the man—witnesses of the future events of great people. They were entrusted authority and destiny of those people that now triumphed on the square. People fell silent. All waited for his words. What will their governor tell them?

People of Atlantis, our state belongs to a great civilization, a civilization of successors of gods. Atlantis was presented to us by them, the great beings whose force, wisdom, and love to all alive has no borders. Owing to them, we use all blessings of terrestrial life, not having gained and not having won this right to the blessing. In truth, Atlantis is a gift of gods!

The people clapped. Orepis lifted his right hand.

My ancestors, he continued, the great governors of Atlantis kept the knowledge of secrets of nature from generation to generation, wispering them in ears of members of dynasty. Many of you standing here have received this knowledge. But could you take advantage of them correctly, not having done much harm to yourselves and your neighbors? Have you enough firmness of spirit, wisdom, and understanding for that?

Orepis broke off. His heart pounded so strongly that it seemed to him that it just will just jump out of his breast.

Speak, speak, people shouted.

Brothers, I do not blame you for human weakness; it is a manifestation of spiritual youth. But our future depends on each of you. Anybody can stumble. The future of Atlantis is in your hands. Do not be led by your vices. There is time to change everything yet.

There are no visible reasons for anxiety, governor, someone shouted from a crowd.

For that, I am your governor to begin to see clearly for years forward, Orepis answered severely.

The deathly silence reigned. Only the wind playing with the petals of roses lifted them on its shoulders and again lowered them on the polished stone of the square.

In my opinion, the holiday had not turned out well, governor, Feram said with some sarcasm.

Orepis kept silent. He had nothing to tell in his answer. The retinue, which stood behind Orepis, spoke silently. Some priests, not feeling shy, expressed their opinion, hoping that Orepis and Gejra will hear them. Orepis was silent. It is not known how long the silence was, if it was Gejra who acted. She rose from an armchair and congratulated the people on a holiday. The crowd quickened. Wine was brought; people tasted a divine drink with pleasure, forgetting the words just told by the great Orepis.

Gejra, in fact, I have not told them the main thing, Orepis addressed his wife rising on the steps of the temple.

You are right obviously. People listen to you but do not hear. Truly everything is in the hands of the Lord.

Gejra stopped on a step and looked in the eyes of Orepis. She read despair in them.

Despair is one of the sins. Give everything to the will of Lord.

Gejra, you shouldn’t lose heart; it is necessary to act.

It is necessary to act, but act wisely. People are blind; they do not see the latent reasons of the future catastrophes. And it is impossible to blame them for that.

What can we do?

Certain confusion in the voice of Orepis disturbed Gejra.

To wait, act, and be patient.

You are my only prop and support in this physical world.

Orepis embraced Gejra and strongly pressed her to himself.

I recollect words of my grandfather, great Kofir. He repeated often, ‘Do not live other’s life.’ And now I understand what he wished to tell. It is impossible to force a person to live otherwise. You must not incur other’s karma or destiny. I wish to force people to live my life. It is impossible to at the same time attempt to live their lives. It is utopia.

Here, you see, you have answered your own question. Gejra smiled and stroked Orepis’s cheek.

Dear, you have a night service in the temple tonight. You need to be prepared to it. For this purpose, it is necessary to find rest in your soul and to bring energy of bodies in harmony. You know, the discord of subtle bodies works destructively.

Yes, you are right. Meditation and a pray will calm me, and I shall be ready to service in the temple tonight.

Orepis and Gejra parted. Orepis went to the right wing of the temple, but Gejra went to females’ left half of the temple. Each of them had his or her own room for prayers and meditations. Orepis felt worn out. Some two hours passed from the moment of his entrance on the square and his appeal to people. There was a sensation that he had not a rest within several days. He went into the bathroom and poured out several buckets of cool water on himself before coming into a room for meditation. Water has returned morning condition of integrity and force to Orepis.

What are servants for when I can do everything myself concerning care of my body? Foolish traditions, he muttered into his beard as he changed his clothes for meditation.

At last, his mind and soul agreed with his body, and he stepped barefoot onto the floor of the meditation room. The warm and gentle skins of jaguars, which covered the floor of the room, caressed his feet. Twilight always reigned in this room. Orepis approached the small little table made of greenstone and touched aroma lamp. His words and touch were enough for salamanders, elementals of fire, to manifest in the dense world; and they started to warm up a bowl with aromatic oil with warm, visible fire. Orepis made this procedure several times a day; the thought that someone considered it as miracle never came to his head. The aroma of sandalwood with faint notes of cinnamon and saffron spread in the meditation room; the hardly perceptible taste of jasmine finished this composition of smells. The priest turned his face to the east. His lifted-up hands formed a bowl. Closing his eyes, he pronounced the prayer to the Great Creator. He sang mantras. These throat sounds entered into a resonance with the soul and body of Orepis, causing pleasant sensations of running shivers in his whole body. Warmth was rising up on a spine of the priest with thin stream. In some minutes, the whole body of the priest was enveloped with heat pleasantly, pulsating in each cell of his organism. She—Mother Kundalini, great energy of life—welcomed him. There was the beautiful disk of moonlight before the closed eyes of Orepis, which was increasing and decreasing, keeping time with the singing of Orepis. Disk changed dimensions becoming a point, then it grew huge gaining in strength. It was the light of his soul, alive and pulsating. The heat in his head increased, merging with the lunar disk, adding a scale of all shades into the moonlight. Tongues of crimson, orange, and yellow flame as in a kaleidoscope were replaced with brightly emerald, dark blue, and violet. It was the song of life; it was a game of color and a celebration of the spirit owning his body. Everything mixed up before his inner sight[1] in one multicolored pulsating sphere. A hardly distinguishable face of unearthly beauty appeared inside the sphere. This courageous man’s beauty carried in itself elements of femininity, as well as good and universal parental love. Orepis fell to his knees.

Father, he addressed to the face, not opening his eyes.

I am the guiltiest being in this world. It is given more to me, and it is more demanded from me. I see you, and I address to you and listen to your advice. You conduct me on a life as a beacon, not allowing to go astray in the gloom of human sins. But I feel my weakness before human sins, and I know that the day will come when they with their own hands will destroy the whole creation. What is to be done, Father? Tell me, how must I act? What to do, how to save these people?

Orepis began to cry. A sonorous semi-male, semi-female voice was heard from the depth of his soul, somewhere from his heart, My son, not always love and care of people is good for them. There is a law—the law of cause and effect, the great law of the universe. Only this law, severe and ruthless, controls an evolution. Physical life does not play a role for me. I see clearly spiritual life. Evolution of the spirit—this is valuable. What for to save a body when the soul perishes? It is impossible to allow people of Atlantis to wallow in sins finally. Also do not blame yourself; you are not in forces to change the law of evolution, as well as I who have created it.

My God, give us more chance! They do not understand what they do. They are your children!

The Spirit is hidden behind children’s deeds. I have created you with free will; you have the right to choose. This Atlantis should be lost.

Father, you have told ‘this.’ Does it mean there will be one more?

Orepis waited for an answer for a long time. He would like to hear yes. But the answer did not follow. He lost the account of time; it seemed to him that he was in the room no more than an hour. Having left the room and having seen the sunset through the window, Orepis understood how long he was there. The voices from the still-having-fun people on the street reached his ears through the open windows of the temple. He had no time for a holiday. He, as anybody else, knew that it is a feast during a plague. His problem precisely appeared before him, the problem the decision of which will demand from him all his life. He entered into the bathroom and washed, this time with hot water. The communications, which fed the temple, enabled him to use hot and cold water. Hot water was supplied from the natural tanks of hot springs, which were enough all over Atlantis. There’s also cold water flowing down from mountain rivers, drained in the similar artificially created tanks, where it was purified by huge plates of silver, and by means of the appliances, resembling pumps, was supplied to a network of pipes made of well-polished copper, nonreactive with water, and which consequently served long for these purposes. Being sanitized with silver, water could be drunk and food could be cooked with it.

The service in the temple should begin at once after sunset. The last beams of a huge star, falling on the ground, cast a pinkish shade on it. The temple complex occupied a territory of about eight hundred meters in diameter and one and a half kilometers in length. It was the prohibited zone for average citizens. There were ancestral lands of priests here; here reigned the laws of the spirit and morals. Each of the priests occupied his step in hierarchy, fairly performing his work, knowing that he brings his part for a common cause. The priests dressed in solemn clothes went by with slow steps along the paths leading to the basic sacred temple, which was in the middle of a temple complex. They should prepare a hall in the temple for night service. Bushes of laurels and jasmine framed the paths, which have been laid out by a pink, white, and red marble. Blue, with slight green turquoise, supplemented the color scale of the stone carpet. In between plates, gleaming in beams of the sunset, the silver strips polished by soles of sandals from the bull leather lay. Nobody could tell when and who constructed this temple complex and made this mosaic from a stone on which priests for service in temples went century by century, replacing generation by generation. Coconut and banana palm trees mixed up with strange trees and bushes, creating a picture of Eden garden. Huge pink and white flowers on these strange trees attracted butterflies with their fragrance, which were as big as the flowers. The singing of the birds that have hidden in the foliage of trees here and there, anticipating cool night, reached the ear, Tomorrow, with sunrise, this multicolored feathery chorus will meet the first beams with their bewitching singing, being pleased with the morning dawn, glorifying the coming day. With the red disk of the sun disappearing behind the horizon, the twilight came.

The gold crown was put on the head of Orepis, covering hair on his nape. Crown has the severe step lines and a golden grid. Putting on of the crown finished ceremony of robing in of the supreme priest. Two priests assistants examined the clothes of Orepis again, correcting the position of the triangular plate of gold ligature, which lay down as a coverlet on his mighty shoulders. The belt, engirdling his hip, shaded the lilac dress of Orepis with its gold shine. The sandals with the gold plate repeating the form of his foot and reaching the middle of a shin emphasized the beauty of the strong man’s legs. Everything was beautiful in him. His height, long ashy hair, slanting big blue eyes, wide shoulders, chiseled torso, and, the most important, his soul, which was in harmony with the man’s beauty. His appearance corresponded to the status of the governor of the state. Orepis accompanied by two priests directed to the basic sacred temple. The temple Tejii, or the Temple of the Sacred Word, was in the middle of the temple complex. There was a service during all sacred holidays here. Other four temples settled down so that if they are connected with an invisible line to the basic temple palace where the priests and servants lived, they would form a rhombus. The weaving together of architectural styles gave certain greatness to the Temple of the Sacred Word, causing delight in the heart. Its pyramidal form with twisted ladders lifting upward will be reflected in the pyramids of Maya people in the far future. The open area on the top of the pyramid and a roof under it in the form of the Chinese pagoda will be displayed in the architecture of the East. But the most important sights of this structure were the bells supplementing an architectural block. They were placed strictly on the sides of the world; having different sizes, they bell with modulation, sounding in special days. They emphasized the grace of structure. The knowledge on laws of sound, color, and geometry has been incorporated not only in the architecture of the Temple of the Sacred Word but also in the whole temple complex, including the city.

Orepis stepped into a marble floor of the temple. He took off his sandals and washed his feet in the water tank placed at the entrance of the temple. The priests who accompanied him did the same. Orepis approached the altar, which was in the middle of a huge hall. One of the priests who accompanied him stood his back to the altar, his face turned to the east. Another priest stood behind Orepis, his face turned to the west. The other eight priests stood, four to the north and four to the south, thus forming a circle in the center of which the governor of Atlantis stood. There were eleven persons all together. Ten priests symbolized the number of the perfect human, and Orepis symbolized number one that in esoteric language meant The Lord in the perfect human or Initiated. All together they represented a uniform organism, a uniform being, ready to call the Army of the Voice. Feram stood, his face turned to the east; he sang mantras the second after Orepis. The others joined in singing by turns according to the sides of the world. Was it possible to name all this singing as usual singing? First low then high shivering sounds burst from half-open mouths of priests and resounded in the surrounding air, actuating invisible thin energy. Only the clairvoyant could see the beauty of the multicolored dance of sound with whirlwinds and separate tongues lifting up to the dome of the temple. It got through the roof and disappeared toward the ocean of space of the subtle worlds.

The low throat sounds of the mantra penetrated the ether plane and entered into a resonance with the devas of the physical plane, the great builders, Agnichaitans. Higher sounds reached Devas of Shadows, or Devas of the Astral Plane. The finishing high sound found the response in bodies of Agnishwattas, the solar angels. Only those who stood now in the temple and sang through the great word Tejii knew its power and force of influence to people and world around. Only to them who were initiated in a mystery of a sound, the right of a correct pronunciation of the word was given. They knew the hierarchy of the Supreme Beings and their influence on the dense physical world. Just from this group of people singing now in a temple, thousands of destinies and lives of Atlases depend as well as their further promotion on a ladder of evolution and gaining of the high spiritual status. Great Agnishwattas, bearers of intelligence, working with Manasdevas, sacrificing themselves, giving themselves for human could exist and manifest himself as individual spiritual divine unit, reacted to an appeal of priests, sending the divine flame, as the great testament between people and that about whom nothing should be told.

The singing of the priests increased; they lived several hours in this singing, in this harmony of sounds, not noticing the approach of dawn. Praise to the Great Creator, they were heard. The flame flashed in the gold bowl filled with oil and pieces of pitch. It illuminated the altar on which the bowl stood. Tongues of multicolored flame flickered, playing catch lights onto the polished ivory of which the altar was made, with faltering snakes creeping away on the gold incrustation framing an ivory. The priests who were standing in a circle, one after another, silently left the temple, leaving Orepis alone with great silence. Now he should say a prayer in which his requests to the Great Beings will be expressed. He will not ask for wealth, neither health nor longevity. Orepis will ask to send enlightenment to people of Atlantis; he will ask the help to open the petals of the centers in subtle bodies of people. In order to they, cognizing themselves, would work hand in hand with those beings who with their invisible hands direct people to achievement of the purpose of the Most High. Orepis will leave the temple when the sun appears on the east in all its greatness.

Feram, having left the temple about two hours ago, sat at a fountain with floating beautiful multicolored small fish. There were strange at the same time terrible metamorphosis of his soul. The small fish that he admired were a background on which his thoughts floated. His mind was occupied with something else. Envy and the desire of the authority, which had arisen several years ago in his heart, gained in strength. Layer by layer, like a rolling snowball, they increased in size. The fear of punishment struggled in him with sweet thirst to rule. Conscience, a conductor of spirit, spoke the first but silent hardly heard voice of an animal. It whispered, Why not? Try it. He banished these thoughts from himself; he struggled with this whisper. But each time, remaining alone, he heard it more often. The voice pursued him; it sounded inside, not giving rest to his tossing heart. Even the prayer could not muffle it. Dark human essence was bursting outside.

Why not I but he, Orepis, stands now alone in the temple? Why the right to talk to them is given to him only? Am I worse? In fact, I know secrets too, secrets which he owns.

As Feram said the last words aloud, he looked around. But there was nobody around; only small fish lapped in the water, jumping out and falling back to their home.

Feram, our prayers are heard! We can be quiet the whole year. Fire descended. The Supreme Beings are merciful to us— Orepis did not finish. There was indifference in Feram. The cold and empty eyes of his friend looked at Orepis.

What happened to you, brother? Any trouble?

Everything is well, Orepis. Simply I am tired.

Orepis embraced Feram. They went slowly down the steps on the marble path to the temple palace where they were expected by the brothers of the right path.

The huge round table filled by vegetarian viands and fermented young wine poured to beautiful high gold glasses was the gratitude for their night’s work.

Dear, how did the service in the temple go? Gejra addressed her husband, sitting down in an armchair made of mahogany with the high-carved back topped by a five-pointed golden star, a symbol of Brothers of Light.

Everything had passed perfectly. The gods have heard us; we have nothing to worry in the future year, dear.

Orepis said a lunch prayer. Everyone who was in the temple with him sat on the table, expecting the beginning of the meal. Words of gratitude to priests sounded from the lips of Orepis. He took a sip from the glass and, satisfied by today’s service, settled back on the armchair. The weariness gradually chained his body. He did not want to eat.

I ask all priests to go to the hall for assemblies after a meal. We should discuss state affairs, Orepis addressed to priests leaving the refectory.

Already in half an hour all priests sat at a round table made of white marble with inserts of different colors. The certain color corresponded to each province of the state. The priest who was responsible for a certain province sat at a table opposite to the color corresponding to such province.

In spite of the fact we live in the Golden Age, our state slowly moves to decline. Like all things go well. There is no reason to worry yet, but I notice changes in the frame of mind of the people. Because of my duty, I yearly go around all provinces of Atlantis. Trade, industry, extraction of minerals go trouble-free. We have no external enemies. The rests of the Lemurians, which bunched in tribes, do not make threat for us. They have to survive at least instead of unleashing a war. As I think, the threat will proceed from Atlases themselves.

Orepis, maybe your supervision is erroneous, Feram addressed to him who sat opposite a red marble slab.

He was responsible for Latat Province where there was mining of ore, gold, and silver. Latat Province was southwest of Atlantis; it was average in size. The main city of the province, Fektus, settled down at southeast coast of Atlantic Ocean, with a population of 1,200,000. The city of miners Ha-Riya, which is translated as ore, was northwest from Fektus City. Minerals were mined through the open-pit method.

My lord, one month ago I was in residence of Lozer, deputy of Latat. We went around the province, but I had noticed nothing that could put me on my guard.

Feram lied to Orepis. He went in Latat not to count up amount of the extracted ore and to look at the lives of the townspeople and miners. He searched for a colleague in Lozer. Lozer was clever enough, though he did not belong to a caste of priests. Since he was young, he distinguished himself among mediocre Atlases. He possessed refined mind, good memory, and faculty for sciences. After graduating from school in the capital of Atlantis, Kopergaum City, Lozer was directed as a deputy in Latat. He possessed the knowledge for astrology, mathematics, medical magnetism, and geology. And for his diligence and possession of some qualities, he has been admitted to knowledge of secret of sound and color. But he had not received the highest initiation in these mysteries, as he came from average layers of the population that did not give him an opportunity to enter a caste of priests. He felt restrained and considered that he is worth of higher status. Feram was a good-enough psychologist to understand inner world of Lozer. He had weighed everything for some days before his trip in Latat. Having weighed all pros and cons, Feram left for Fektus. He stayed there for about