Heritage from Cyan: Book Two of the Cyannian Trilogy

By Chris J Berry

Book two of The Cyannian Trilogy continues the fantasy. It describes the development of a Universal Technology needed to provide another platform for the supernatural and physical dimensions to interact. Over the years, following their return from Cyan, Tristram teaches his people to submit their allegiance to the Infinite One and take Earth into the celestial realm. They achieve this, allowing him to complete the first stage of his great plan. Before making his transition to the spiritual dimension, he begins the second stage. Set now in their belief in the spiritual life beyond, Tristram is able to guide his people from the celestial window. They develop the Universal Technology, and from Earth, now settled in the higher physical life-plane, provide Tristram with the platform that will allow him to seed a virgin world out in the universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 5, 2007
• ISBN: 9781452069937

Chris J Berry

Since writing the first of his books, the author’s main objective adheres to his plan to try and help the creatures and people of our planet. Gazing across the world, nothing seems to change, with conflict the continuing trend on earth. Societies descend into violent confrontation, with factions fragmenting into smaller dependencies rather than seek to unite the nations of our world. Global weather extremes continue to fuel humanitarian crises, destroy food harvests, and desecrate their crop areas. The theme of this twelfth project, The View from Infinity, the sixth in the series A Voyage to Infinity, seeks to expand on the author’s suppositions of what the life beyond offers in the previous books. The introductions in this series, the author hopes, will provide clues that ask us to view life logically and consider the transience of life, our inevitable exit from it, and what that means in terms of the material wealth we strive to generate. Considering those factors establishes one fact—that nothing in the material world belongs to anyone—and poses the question, which then is the real world? He persists in his belief that the demise facing humanity can only be addressed by a united world. Remaining dedicated toward our Maker’s doctrines, the author seeks to abide by his ten laws to guide his life.

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Contents

THE CYANNIAN TRILOGY

PREFACE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dedicated to

the pets that have

been our

companions through

life

THE CYANNIAN TRILOGY 

Introduction

BOOK TWO OF THE CYANNIAN TRILOGY represents the fantasy aspect. It describes the development of a universal technology needed to provide the platform for the spiritual and physical dimensions to interact. I believe it is increasingly evident that the world’s populace, generally, is beginning to submit to the belief that life exists elsewhere in the universe.

Supported by my own incumbent source of information, I have used this idea, in my trilogy, to form a link between the spiritual and higher physical life-planes of the universe. I imply that souls, who have adhered to an obedient criterion during their lives on the lower physical planes, are then able to reincarnate along with other proven souls to provide the physical link for the spiritual dimension to work through.

Throughout Earth’s history, sightings have been reported of unidentified objects; some, deliberate hoaxes, others explained while many have been left unsolved. It is inherent within us all to search for answers to questions that confuse us. I submit that our free will masks the truth of the spiritual dimension; that the soul in us is party to that dimension and conscious of the laws that govern life in it.

My conclusion is our search for the truth should begin within us; that our souls are then the link to the spiritual dimension. If we can accept this, then during life on the physical plane it is through the soul we can tap the immense knowledge existing in the spiritual world. This conclusion, however, raises an issue; that such intimate truths discovered will undoubtedly be influenced by our free will — all of us inherently conscious of the right to choose our own way in life. But we must tread cautiously, as to view our physical existence singularly may miss opportunities: essentially we need to rationalise our thoughts toward the doctrines adhered to by other lifestyles.

This second book of the Cyannian Trilogy implies that the secret to success is wrapped up in how we manage Earth. I conclude then the next step to aid us in our search for the truth is obvious; simply to cherish our world and its environment. As the characters in the Cyannian Trilogy progress, they demonstrate their increasing understanding of the simple values attached to life in the universe; in light of that understanding, those fictitious characters have ensured the continuity of their world so that others in the future may also learn those truths.

CJB.

PREFACE 

THE SECOND BOOK OF THE Cyannian Trilogy begins thirty years into the new era on Earth. Tristram, now approaching old age, has begun to pass on the responsibilities for the new civilisation to his son Floyd. Three children came from the marriage of Floyd, and Catherine. Paul, the eldest, David next, followed by Sue.

Their generation finally break the codes in the temple ledgers, and begin the development of the Universal Technology. Unknown to Floyd, and his mother, Polly, Tristram has an audience with his alien friend Antron, and learns of his imminent transition from Earth’s physical plane to the spiritual dimension. After making that transition, Tristram becomes aware of the immense power his life on Earth has given him, and begins the second phase of his task.

From the Celestial Window, he uses that power to guide the people of Earth to take their world into the Celestial Realm. Allied to the Infinite One now as proven souls, they are able to reincarnate on these physical planes and through them, allow Tristram’s spiritual legions to influence the young incarnate spirits.

Tristram waits for Floyd’s children to complete the Universal Technology described in the temple ledgers. As it comes to fruition, all realise they are working from a blueprint that has been fashioned by a Divine hand, creating celestial platforms that will allow the spiritual dimension access to the physical planes.

Generations come and go, as Tristram’s band of proven spirits expand his legions in the spiritual dimension. After the passing of two centuries on Earth the first Earthenian mothership orbits it, with many more under construction. Excitement rises in Tristram as, while under the guidance of his great friend Antron, he chooses the virgin world he is to master.

Before he can seed life on it, he must meet with the opposing entity there; the Evil One. As an emissary of the Infinite One, he learns it is the task of all masters seeding virgin worlds to offer the evil legions the opportunity of redemption. Completing this phase he seeds life on his world and prepares himself as the eternal conflict between good and evil begins.

In the closing chapters of ‘Heritage from Cyan’ the influence of evil takes hold of his world, gaining access to the Universal Technology. As the second phase of his task draws to an end, he puts that technology out of human reach, using a power given to him by the Infinite One. This power appears in the form of mysterious Faceless Beings, with awesome capabilities to wreak havoc on a world. The completion of their task sets Tristram on course for the final phase of his plan; to take his virgin world into the Celestial Realm.

CJB.

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CHAPTER ONE 

AN EARTHENIAN BEGINNING

THIRTY YEARS HAD PASSED SINCE Tristram and his people had returned to Earth and settled in the ancient Cyannian city. Still fresh in their minds were their celestial experiences from the voyages out to, and back from Cyan. During the period they had spent among the Cyannian people, they had learned about an infinitive life that existed parallel to the physical one. Their souls had been touched by this knowledge, generating in them greater awareness of the truth out in the universe and the part the inhabitants of Earth could play in it.

Tristram’s writings cherished in the temple, described life through the ages on pre-cataclysmic Earth: the reasons behind why countless civilisations had foundered. These lessons learned from the past, coupled with their experiences on Cyan, had dramatically changed the mood of his people. The emphasis among them now was of unity, kindling the desire within them to share what they had with their fellow inhabitants. Tristram was encouraged, as the more his people submitted themselves to that belief, the greater would be the knowledge that would steer them toward the truth.

During periods of meditation in the temple’s mysterious Blue Chamber, the spiritual dimension seemed to reveal itself in greater perspective. This strange existence, stretching far beyond the physical experience, impressed upon them that an individual’s knowledge of truth gained during the physical life, could then be used indefinitely once entering that dimension. The origin of this life beyond, and the entities therein, appeared surreal on the physical plane. But lodged deep within the soul existed the potential to reveal all to an obedient, disciplined physical mind.

Over the years, Tristram and his people had found themselves drawn to their temple; its presence appearing to focus them on the part it would play in bringing Tristram’s plan to fruition. As the spiritual life revealed its secrets, they began to accept their temple as a celestial gateway; using it as a means to peer even deeper into this life for guidance.

Their faith increased. The spiritual world opened up to them, providing a constant stream of knowledge that strengthened their allegiance to the Infinite One. Their beliefs were not governed by stringent religious disciplines; similar to what had existed throughout the centuries on Earth, instead, influenced by the promise of an infinitive joy-filled life for a successful soul’s adherence to the Infinite One’s truth.

Tristram sighed contentedly looking out over the city, as at the dawn of each day he ascended to a vantage point high up on the cliff face, using a staircase cut into the rock by the ancient civilisation. Gazing into the view, he pondered the task given to him by the Supreme Being. Before he could begin it, many years of preparation lay ahead of him to reclaim the Universal Technology embedded on the virgin Earth thousands of years before.

The development of this technology was a crucial factor, and would provide him with the tools to seed a virgin world out in the universe. Antron had counselled him on this period, since over the next millennium Earth would need to evolve to the higher plane, and its inhabitants unquestioningly commit their trust to the Infinite One. This period would be filled with exciting events. The discovery of the old civilisation’s artefacts, left after the cataclysm, to the building of the great motherships that would take them out into the cosmos and into other dimensions.

When this Universal Technology became established, Earth would make the transition to the celestial plane. The resulting peaceful environment would provide Tristram and his people with refuge; a sanctuary from the inevitable confrontations with the legions of darkness. But the Evil One, in possession of many subversive powers, was able to perceive Tristram’s mission, gathering his legions around the world Tristram was destined to choose. Patiently he gazed on. It would be well worth the waiting, as the pickings would be rich on a virgin world full of innocent young souls.

Tristram was cautiously optimistic now that the second phase of his plan had begun. The threatening aspect posed by the eternal conflict seemed lessened; distanced from him by the period of preparation. But he was not naïve, knowing the inevitable day approached when he would have to confront the Evil One.

After settling in the city, renovations on it had started immediately, but proved difficult in the beginning due to the limited technology and tools. Over the succeeding years, Tristram meted out the information from the ledgers instructing them on the use of the smelting complex, and from then on the equipment to farm and build was produced in abundance.

Much of the ledger’s data had been relatively easy to follow, but the vast majority of what interested him required the minds of those with scientific interests and understanding. In general, Tristram was satisfied with the settlement’s progress over the first decade, and felt life in it had settled into a tranquil and contented society. His people shared everything and continually looked to him for his guidance; trusting in his ability to plan their future implicitly.

The second decade had been less fruitful; the ledgers appearing reluctant to give up their secrets. Having passed the third decade similarly, Tristram began to think the more elusive subjects, such as, levitation, would never become a reality. But with Polly’s support he was never allowed to be pessimistic; their minds able to sense each other’s moods. With the exception of the slow rate of progress in levitation the settlement blossomed, leaving him a contented man.

Gazing seaward, he watched the sun’s rays penetrate the clouds hovering above the distant horizon, fanning out in laser-like shafts of light across the sea. He loved the dawning of a new day and had never missed one since settling there. Emotion welled up in him as the sunlight tipped the city’s high towers and turrets, searching its way down toward the mist surrounding them.

The breathtaking spectacle thrilled him constantly when the strengthening sunrays struck the sea of mist. The scene became a fantasy of colour; transformed into a mass of red and gold with countless undulating shadows cast behind the objects protruding through. He recalled similar landscapes he had seen thirty years before on Cyan. How he had said Earth could look as beautiful. Here now was the proof, but his thoughts then had underestimated the reality of these scenes since.

His mind wandered, wondering if he would ever meet the Supreme Being again. Casually looking skyward, he searched for any moving stars that might herald a visit from his alien friend; his heart quickening in anticipation, but they remained motionless.

He sensed time for him now was growing short, having no idea of his true age. Before the cataclysm he had been thirty-eight, followed by the years spent travelling space and the ten years on Cyan. By Antron’s calculations he had achieved the phenomenal age of one hundred and thirty eight years up until then; adding on the thirty years since their return to Earth, he arrived at the incredible figure of one hundred and sixty eight years. What the travelling time equated to in real-time earth years he had no idea; but sensed he was around his mid eighties. He felt well enough but noticed he tired quicker over his tasks, needing more time to recover.

Floyd was beginning to take over the running of the city, showing how capable he was. Over the years, he had matured into a young man; a tower of strength Tristram had occasionally been glad to lean on. It was Floyd now who distributed the keynotes for the temple ledgers and made the decisions. He would plan future expeditions, send the first groups forward to re-explore Earth and search out other settlements.

Rousing himself from his thoughts, he took a last look over the city as he began the descent; its inhabitants showing signs of awakening. He reflected over how in the first three years in the city, Catherine and Floyd had blessed Polly and him with three Grandchildren, two boys, and a girl: Paul the eldest, then David, named after Catherine’s father, and finally Sue a few years later.

Tristram recalled the thrill he had felt the day Sue was born, and how alike she was to his own lost daughter Wendy. He tried desperately to share his affections equally among them, but inevitably her endearing mannerisms drew him to her like steel to a magnet.

The boys understood when Polly took them aside, telling them of the dreadful night of Wendy’s death. Tristram, however, sat with them on numerous occasions, describing what the older generation had been through during the fearful days of the cataclysm.

Descending the final stairway, he walked out onto the plain toward the first spring. Pausing by it he gazed down at his reflection in the water; it had changed somewhat over the years. His appearance now displayed a full beard and silver-grey hair that fell to his shoulders, like Antron’s. He deliberated thoughtfully on his alien friend; contemplating how far he still had to go to achieve what he had.

Suddenly, the barest sigh of a breeze rippled across the water. Gradually the bobbing surface settled, but this time it was not his reflection gazing back at him. He stared in amazement as the smiling face of his great friend Antron materialised. His soul warmed to the sight of the pale blue eyes looking up at him.

Hello, old friend. Antron’s whispered words drifted into his mind, filling him with pleasure at the unexpected visitation.

It’s so good to see you again, Antron, said Tristram; resting against the spring’s wall. It takes me a while to recover these days; I’m not as young as I used to be.

I understand, old friend. The body ages, but rest assured the spirit within is timeless. And now to what I have to tell you. I have read your thoughts these past weeks; you are right in sensing your task here is completed. Already your earthly son Floyd leads the settlement displaying the wisdom you have taught him. Your people live in harmony, enjoying life as they have never done before, and realise the wealth of a planet is not measured by the minerals extracted from it. Your Earth has blossomed into a world of beauty like our Cyan. In less than half a lifetime, you have achieved more than we had hoped for. And so from this moment, Tristram my friend, enjoy a short rest and prepare for your transition. I cannot tell you when this will be; only the Infinite One knows that. But be assured, we shall all be waiting for you on that day.

Before Tristram could reply, the reflection in the pool reverted back to his own. He looked away to the sea; a brief moment of sadness seizing him. It was a sadness not for leaving Earth, as he knew intuitively that in another time and place he would enjoy the beauties of the universe again. Essentially, the feeling arose from the thought of leaving Polly. Like Raiyen and Antron they had learned to live as one since the magic of those first days spent searching out, and exploring the city.

They had grown so much closer, and by probing each other’s minds had formed a deeper relationship than ever before. Yes, he would miss her, but the Infinite One and the Supreme Being were aware of this. She would follow him one day, and then they would be somewhere out in the universe enjoying a new life together — learning new lessons.

Strolling home, he planned his day thinking he would join Floyd on his tour of the city to check out the various activities going on around it. He stopped off at old David’s to invite him, and arrange a time to meet. Arriving home, Polly had already laid breakfast; she smiled a greeting at him as he walked in through the door.

And how’s the city looking from the top of the world today? she asked, pouring fruit juice on some cereal.

Why don’t you come up and find out for yourself one morning? he replied.

What! Having to climb all those stairways? I feel giddy at the thought.

Tristram grinned as he sat down to eat, telling her what he had planned for his day.

Have you seen, Floyd? he asked.

Hasn’t been in yet dear, I’m expecting him any moment with Catherine and Judy. He’ll enjoy your company today, Tris. We girls are off to the city gardens with a lunch I’ve packed.

No sooner than she had spoken the door opened, revealing Judy and Catherine followed in by David and Floyd. They exchanged greetings while Polly made warm drinks for the two men. She gathered up her bags, and then leaning over gently kissed Tristram on the cheek.

I’ll see you this evening dear, and don’t get up to anything too strenuous. She gazed pleadingly at Floyd and David as she spoke.

Don’t fuss Polly, smiled Tristram, sipping at his cup. I’m not a child you know.

Hm! she muttered, offering him a penetrating glance as she disappeared out the door. The men finished their drinks, and then wandered out.

Strolling down the road they paused to talk to the craftsmen working on the various building projects. The renovation work involved matching the stones, and then lifting them into place; the weight of some well beyond their capability at their present stage of technology. The city became littered with these gigantic slabs; left where they had been dressed while awaiting development of the essential techniques in the temple’s ledgers. Even with the keynotes, some of the methods described were proving difficult to understand.

Floyd looked thoughtfully up at a tower close by, pointing to a gigantic stone near the top.

We need the levitation means to fit a stone that size. The secret’s staring us in the face when we study that ledger. He paused, resting his hands on his hips. Your alien pal doesn’t make it easy for us, Dad.

Tristram gazed at Floyd. Earth’s ancient civilisations coped with it during the past.

The techniques used were different then, Dad.

Well then, Floyd, Antron can’t help it if you’re all dumbos? David grinned at the provocative smile spreading over Tristram’s face.

A…ha! I see, Dad. So you’ll show us where we’ve all been going wrong then, eh? Floyd gazed slyly back at his father.

Perhaps not, Floyd, conceded Tristram. I know our scientists work tirelessly in that direction, but we must focus ourselves on this subject of levitation.

It’ll come one day, and when it does, we’ll have the means to power one of those scoutship hulls, and then the re-exploration of Earth can begin.

Let’s go to the temple next and see how things are progressing, suggested David, always ready to pounce on the opportunity to visit its workshops.

Itching to get your feet off the ground again, eh, David? joked Tristram; the comment referring to his friend’s pre-cataclysmic pilot days.

Not now at my age, Tris. That’s for the youngsters arising from Floyd’s generation. But it had crossed my mind that I might cadge a lift or two now and then. Floyd smiled as his father and David continued sporting humorously with each other.

Leaving the city perimeter they made their way across the plain toward the temple, pausing briefly at one of the springs to drink. They entered via the cave passageway, now lit, since the sea crustaceans had been removed from the walls, similar to those in the temple.

Throughout their lives in the city, much research had been done on the light glowing from the walls, but it still remained a mystery. Its existence in the cave entrance had, however, indicated to Tristram that the passageway had probably been a service access, as well as an air vent as he had first thought. Undoubtedly, the black sphere deep beneath the temple supplied its power, but how the power was tapped no one as yet knew.

He pondered the power source, thinking back to a conversation he’d had with Antron on his mothership. He vaguely reflected over the comments he had made at the time relating to its weight. If it were placed on a planet’s surface its huge mass would force it to sink through the layers toward the planet’s centre of gravity. Picturing it in his mind under the temple, it had never moved in its domain. His only conclusion to its stability was that its structure probably differed from those used on the motherships; he hoped it would last long enough for them to discover how to neutralise and replace it.

They walked out onto the floor, and made their way up the staircase to the top landing. Pausing in front of the door Tristram sent in the