The Thirteenth Order: Guardians of the Crystal Skulls

By Linda Arena

2004 and 9.2 earthquake hit in Indonesia creating catastrophic catastrophes around the world. The earths surface is in peril and the only ones who can save it is the mysterious beings Inside mount Shasta. The earths axis has shift 3.19° out of rotation and it must be corrected or humanity will die

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors' Tranquility Press
• Release date: Aug 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781958179628

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CHAPTER ONE

Ideologies are part of humanity’s quest to remember that we are not physical beings searching for our spiritual selves – in as much as we are soul sparks of light having a physical experience.

-Ideology of Lemuria found in Stargate.com

At Shasta Lake’s north shore, cleverly hidden by a stand of thirty or so pine trees, sits a perfect semi-circle alcove. Tucked safely inside this alcove, hidden from human eyes, sits an ancient etheric being whose name is Midas. He calls himself and the four remaining of his species left on Earth, the Guardians of Humanity. These five aliens swore to preserve and protect the Mortal race from extinction and have done so for forty-five millenniums . That is until now, Midas thought. Earth’s surface is threatened by an axis shift and its devastating consequences. The humans, I fear, will not survive and if the figures are correct, we will not survive either.

Until time for the High Council meeting, I will sit patiently anticipating the arrival of Earth’s dawn, an event I risk my very existence to witness every morning. For these brief moments outside the mountain, I contemplate the beauty surrounding here and think.

Instantly, three ancient memories flooded his mind. Each memory was vivid and clear as if it were only yesterday. The first was of his home planet, Alterra in the Zeta Reticuli constellation. For a split second, he wondered if the Guardians would ever return home.

The next memory was of his first real peaceful home on Earth as Midas on the continent of Lemuria. How I miss the miles and miles of golden-grain fields and multicolored flowers that bowed gracefully in the wind. For a split second, he thought he smelled the heavenly aroma of freshly cut wheat.

The third memory was painful. Five of us hovering over Lemuria watching as a multitude of earthquakes and one hundred-foot tsunamis engulfed the small continent. The next thing we knew, Lemuria sank into the depths of the ocean. His soul nearly burst with that painful memory and thought, I will never forget you my beloved Lemuria, never.

To soften the pain, his mind created a fourth vision of him standing in the middle of his crystal palace high in the Pahruli Mountains. Every morning the sunlight would hit the crystal pillars, refracting the rays creating a million pastel rainbows within the walls. He smiled as the memory faded and then surmised that this is the reason why I risk my life every morning to witness dawn. I am plagued by my long-dead memories.

Crunch, crunch…Midas froze. Footsteps? Crunch… crunch. Something or someone was walking on the dried leaves to his left and fairly close, too close. Immediately he looked down and discovered his worst fear, he was already becoming visible.

Blasted gravity, he thought.

Crunch, crunch…closer this time! It must be footsteps! Using his thermal vision, he quickly scanned the woodlands expecting to see one or more Earthlings who, on occasion, roamed these woods in the predawn hours. His eyes landed on a ground rodent who stuck its head out from under a nearby shrub.

Midas scolded, So it’s you…small creature, that frightens me!

A crisp, clear shrill interrupted his scolding and Midas looked up. A nighthawk circled above, no doubt in search of the fat tasty morsel beside him.

Hide quickly, little creature. It seems you have a hungry predator nearby. The creature cocked his head as if he understood and scurried away.

Midas’s eyes followed the flight pattern of the hawk. Ah yes, the hawk indeed follows. I wish you well, small creature.

As he gazed upon the lake’s smooth silvery surface, he whispered, How beautiful you are this night, lake. I am honored to be in your presence.

With every fiber of his being, Midas wanted to rip off the gloves to feel the actual texture of the water run through his fingers, but he dared not and instantly stood.

He threw a rock into the middle of the lake to watch the ripples it would make. That movement in water travels so far. And to think, that after forty-five millenniums on Earth…water, in any form, still mystifies me.

He regretted that the time was growing short, as it was nearly time for the council meeting. Although each Guardian accepted my request, they grumbled profusely because I pulled them away from their individual tasks. Oh well, he thought, it is not as if I had a choice; the news I will present this day is devastating and threatens our very existence.

Mt. Shasta is the name the Mortals bestowed on the mountain. He thought it a noble name for the 14,000 foot high peaks. He looked upon the mountain now with awe. From his vantage point it was extraordinarily beautiful and soon it would tumble down like a house of cards. Where will the Guardians hide then? There is not another crystalline mountain for hundreds of miles in any direction.

Several small birds chirped in the tree branches above. So, he thought, the tiny winged creatures are announcing that dawn approaches. Silently, he waited for the lake’s waters to reflect dawn’s vivid colors of magenta, ginger orange, pale pinks and neon yellows. However, random thoughts of the pending cataclysmic disasters crept in like a thief in the night, stealing his anticipation of the incredible scene about to unfold.

The soft pristine sound of a bell rang out around him. The High Council is already gathered in the council chamber and awaiting my arrival. Even though the meeting time is still an hour away, no doubt they are growing anxious about the reason for my summons. But, how can I, Midas, King of Phrygia, stand before the High Council for the second time in forty-five millenniums to speak of a far greater threat than the sinking of Lemuria and Atlantis? How can I tell them of such an unspeakable horror as the total destruction of Earth’s surface, and its inhabitants? Yet, I must.

I have prepared a plan to present to them, but now I am not so sure I can find the courage to suggest such a plan. He chuckled. I can already hear Prometheus yelling his objections at the top of his lungs. No matter, let him yell. If Earth is to survive, Prometheus will have to hear me out. Because, unlike the other time, this time if we fail to fix Earth’s problem… there is no escape for the Guardians either. We, too, are trapped like rats in a maze with no way out.

At that precise moment, Midas opened his eyes. Dawn broke in all its splendored colors. Today the reflection seemed to be extraordinarily bright and vivid across the glassy lake surface; he nearly cried at the sight. His eyes absorbed every color and, at this moment, he was filled with hope for Earth’s survival. We must survive, he thought, because there is not another planet in this whole universe that has dawn as brilliant as Earth. What a shame it would be if not one single soul were sitting here to witness this astounding miracle of nature.

Midas raised his eyes toward the mountain and found its silhouette nearly visible. I must leave, I cannot keep the High Council waiting, as there are important decisions that must be made on the Mortals’ behalf.

He watched the dawn’s colors for as long as he dared. Turning his back to the dawn’s vivid colors, he began the mile hike back to the base of the mountain. About halfway back, he turned to glance at the lake and muttered, Make the right choices, Guardians of Earth, or all of this beauty will be forever lost.

A gentle morning breeze rustled the fall leaves on a nearby tree. He stopped and closed his eyes to listen to the wind’s melody. His body quivered slightly as the wind music danced across his face. If only he could stop time, so this moment could last forever. However, time moves forward and so must he.

Using his thermal vision, Midas quickly scanned his surroundings. When he was confident that no Mortal eyes were observing him, he sprinted the remaining half-mile and quickly stepped through the open portal. Once he was safely inside, he raised his hand to close the portal by making a counterclockwise circular motion.

Exhausted from his exposure to Earth’s gravity, Midas leaned against the cold obsidian walls. Patiently, he waited for his semi-solid body to shed its Mortal likeness and transcend back into its natural fifth-dimensional etheric state. Slowly, as a snail creeps, Earth’s gravity dissipated its downward grip until he felt buoyant and light as a feather. He thanked the gods for these walls that allowed the Guardians to remain in their etheric fifth-dimensional state for millenniums at a time. Silently, he glided forward into the bowels of the mountain.

A second bell tolled and he thought, my, my…the High Council is impatient. However, they must wait a bit longer. I am nearly there.

Midas trekked the mile-long corridor and stopped to disguise his presence a few feet before the High Council Chamber door. He paused to listen to the conversation before stepping through the doorway. Prometheus, Rhea, and Gideon, were, as he had surmised, discussing his summons. Their voices resonated in hushed low tones as they tried to figure out what situation could be so urgent.

Prometheus’ unmistakable deep voice drifted out into the hallway. Surely this is not about another Mortal who accidentally found his way through one of Midas’ open portals again?

I doubt it, Prometheus, said the gentle Rhea, always trying to console the grumpy giant. You will just have to wait like the rest of us, and do try to calm yourself.

Gideon’s voice was barely above a whisper. Prometheus, only Rhea deals with those annoying situations. Have you forgotten that she is our strategist? No…there must be another matter on which we must decide. Rhea, do you have any idea why we were summoned?

Only one. Midas asked me to bring my research on the Mortals’ progress for the past century and the last known location of the Atlantean Guardians.

Prometheus, unable to contain his irritation, spat, We have no way of knowing where the Atlanteans are located today! The attunement crystals crumbled centuries ago and since our supply ships stopped arriving decades ago, we do not have ore to make a single replacement part for our space shuttles. Has he totally lost his mind to these facts?

I seriously doubt that he has forgotten, said Rhea, annoyed that he would think Midas could forget something so important. I, for one, am hoping that whatever happened on Alterra only constitutes a temporary delay in the arrival of our high-frequency crystals and ore supplies. Surely, we have not been abandoned on this planet after nine hundred millenniums!

Let us hope not! exclaimed Gideon. I do not feel comfortable with the thought of being abandoned or trapped on this planet!

Midas hung his head and thought, I must gather my nerve to step inside. Normally, I would not hesitate to enter this room, as it is my favorite place to do my research. He closed his eyes to listen to the rhythmic tones of the thirty precious gemstone-crystal obelisks that stand twenty feet tall. These silent monoliths are positioned in a circle, each crystal recording its own segment of the universal harmonics. Because of their varied frequencies, each one adds its own musical note to the combination and their melody soothes my troubled soul. Earth has been stable for centuries, so this chamber has seen little use. There is no doubt there will be much time spent here in the weeks ahead.

Midas only allowed himself one brief second of hesitation and then he crossed over the threshold, making himself known; the room instantly fell silent.

As they rushed toward him, he held up his hand. Please everyone take your seats. Although everyone obeyed, Prometheus grumbled continually until all were seated. Midas lowered an elongated multifaceted diamond-shaped crystal-viewing screen. The point of the screen hovered two feet above the center of the obsidian table. Directly beneath the viewing screen, Midas inserted a ruby crystal shard into a cone-shaped slot.

Watch this data stream. Then…we will talk.

With a light tap of Midas’ finger, the viewing screen jumped to life. In each of the twenty-two clearcut facets, a news reporter spoke in raw emotion, shock and horror as each tried to describe the devastation that surrounded him. All of them broke down after a few minutes in uncontrollable sobs and were unable to continue their reporting. How could anyone adequately describe the effects of massive earthquakes, deadly tsunamis and two-hundred-mile-an-hour hurricanes where five-hundred thousand dead bodies lay intertwined within the rubble? No one could.

The next scene was in Geneva, Switzerland where news reporters from around the world patiently waited for weeks outside a closed-door session where forty-five renowned scientists were gathered, discussing the cause of the multitude of catastrophes. When the scientists emerged, Oceanographer, Dr. Larry Batoe, was the first scientist who was captured by a reporter.

Microphones were shoved near his face and he tried to compose himself knowing that he must speak to the press.

Dr. Batoe, said the female reporter who was identified as Katherine Willows, the viewing audience is aware that catastrophes are occurring around the world in great numbers. Can you help us laymen to understand what is happening?

I will try, said Batoe, as he cleared his parched throat. You are all aware that the 9.2 Indonesian earthquake that occurred last year has shifted our axis out of rotation. He paused to carefully word his next sentence. The shift has increased the number of erupting volcanoes which, in turn, is creating a record number of earthquakes. With all of the landmasses moving, the ocean’s tectonic plates have no choice but to move too. This sliding movement is thrusting smaller plates under larger plates, which is shifting the smaller island continents, like Australia and the Solomon Islands toward the equator. Japan and Indonesia are the hot spots right now with a record of twenty to twenty-five earthquakes each this month alone. Coastlines are vanishing while new islands are bubbling up and in numbers too numerous to count, and the cycle is escalating.

Katherine Willows then asked, How can we stop the cycle?

Dr. Batoe shrugged. At this point, we need to fix the axis shift. I don’t know how to do that and from what I’ve just heard —neither does anyone else. The one thing I do know is that Earth’s magnetic field will eventually right the planet’s axis, but that could take hundreds or possibly even thousands of years to complete. The person who can explain this situation better is Dr. Harlow, he pointed to a man who had obviously spent too many days in his clothes. He is better qualified than I to explain about the moving landmasses. Dr. Batoe walked past the camera crew and left the reporter standing in the middle of the hall.

Katherine Willows’ camera panned to a tall-slender man slumped against the wall, so deep in thought that when people brushed against him, he didn’t flinch or seem to notice. Sticking out of his mouth was a rather large pipe. The aroma that filled the hallway was a sweet cherry-wood smell, a very light pleasant scent. His short, white hair was sticking up in total disarray. By the look of his rumpled appearance, she wondered if he even packed to come here.

Katherine motioned for her cameraman to follow her. They strode over to Dr. Harlow who did not look up as they approached. Katherine said in almost a whisper, Dr. Harlow, can we have a minute of your time?

Shocked to see a reporter and the cameraman standing in front of him, the slouched man straightened up as the microphone appeared in front of him. Uh…yes…certainly.

Katherine faced the camera and said, Let me introduce to you…Seismologist, Dr. Wayman Harlow from the United States. She turned back to Dr. Harlow and said, Dr. Batoe explained the cause of the axis shift. Will you explain to us what effects will we be facing?

Nodding only slightly, he removed the pipe from his lips. Indonesia suffered a 9.2 earthquake which was the first in many subsequent catastrophes. Normally, a 9.2 earthquake would not cause the axis to shift 3.19 degrees out of rotation. The actual number should be approximately .0019 degrees and totally unnoticeable. We cannot explain how these phenomena could have possibly occurred, but they did. He frowned as he pondered the puzzle. After a minute or so, he looked up again. Startled that they were still there, he continued, I’m sorry…I’m still baffled by the numbers.

We understand that you have a lot on your mind.

Yes, thank you. Where was I? Oh yes…due to the magnitude of the earthquake, the Pacific Ring of Fire is now active and as the pressure escalates, we can expect earthquakes with magnitudes higher than ten…, he paused again and lowered his head for a moment as if to gather his composure. These phenomenal earthquakes will rip open hundred-mile crevices in the Earth’s crust that will swallow whole towns, communities and ultimately civilizations….and what the earthquakes don’t destroy…the tsunami’s, hurricanes and cyclones that follow, will wipe out. With his eyes brimming with tears, Dr. Harlow turned and walked away from the camera crew.

Katherine, stunned by Dr. Harlow’s words, said in a voice barely above a whisper, I believe we need a miracle.

The crystal-viewing screen went dark and quietly receded up into the ceiling. After several minutes of silence, still no one spoke. Midas looked first at Prometheus whose short white hair was the only statement leftover from his rebellious youth. He was frowning. Midas then turned to Gideon, the Arbitrator of Reason, who was barely visible, therefore difficult to read. He seemed to be frozen in his chair. Out of all the Guardians, Gideon rarely leaves the confines of his chambers. He feared the effects of gravity. Midas thought a healthy dose of fresh night air might do him some good. Then he looked at the only female High Council member, Rhea, Zeus’ mother and mother hen to us all. Her strategist mind was whirling almost out of control. Midas’ heart melts every time he looks at her because she was a true rebel with the strength and the determination of a hundred Guardians.

The fifth Guardian was Hermes, who never attended High Council meetings. He was content to stay in the workshop and invent new mechanical objects rather than deal with stuffy politics, as he referred to these meetings. I cannot say that I blame him much; politics of late are dull and boring, that is, until now. Maybe he will attend our meetings with this new crisis on the table, but I won’t count on his ever stepping foot inside this room.

Prometheus stood to address the Council. Am I to assume from these news reports that the surface of this planet will be wiped clean if we cannot right the axis shift and stop the destruction?

Yes, said Midas. That is my assumption. And, I will add that I have double checked the Mortals’ calculations and they are correct.

This is very grave news indeed. I am sure that I speak for all the High Council members when I say that these events are similar in magnitude to what led to the sinking of Lemuria and Atlantis. Prometheus paused here visibly choked up with the memories that flooded his mind. In a minute or two, he cleared his throat and continued. My question is, we could not fix the axis shift, when we had space shuttles and our great scientists. What makes you believe we can begin to fix this axis shift with only five Guardians, without a single scientist and our shuttles scattered around the shuttle bay in a million pieces?

Gideon nodded in agreement and said, Prometheus is correct. We are not scientists. We were galactic cartographers, that is, until we were seduced by this new blue planet and took on Mortal roles. Now, after spending untold millenniums inside this mountain, I have no idea what I am!

Midas sat back in his chair and looked at the somber group. Gideon and Prometheus were both correct. Our existence here did take a different turn when Prometheus and his brother, Epimetheus, created a few thousand laborers and Zeus made that awful woman, Pandora, to thwart Prometheus’ love of his minions. A whole new race was born when the laborers mated with the females and began delivering live births instead of remaining egg layers. We had no choice but to stay and protect these innocent children born out of our ignorance. We should never have interfered with this planet’s natural order, another Lemurian mistake!

Prometheus suddenly sat forward. Without attunement crystals, we cannot prevent the catastrophic events that are predicted to occur. However, it is within our means to slow down these events just as we did forty-five millenniums ago. That is…if we can activate the crystal skull network.

Midas, too, leaned forward and sighed. True, Prometheus, and I did try to activate the network. However, only five quadrants responded. I do not know what has happened to the other eight. If we are to succeed in slowing down these events with Earth’s rotation problem, activating the crystal skull network is absolutely essential. If we cannot, I, for one, do not know what else we can do.

Rhea spoke, If we had attunement crystals, could we contact the remaining Atlanteans? Surely, they could assist us. Their scientists must have studied this planet thoroughly by now and should know how to correct the rotation problem.

Gideon shook his head. Atlas told me, just before our last communication crystal disintegrated, that all of the original Atlanteans chose ascension because they felt powerless to control the volatile surface. The only remnant of their existence is their offspring, which, by now, do not have knowledge of their forefathers.

I did not know this, said Midas sadly. All right then, for now, we will count only on ourselves. So, as I see it our first priority is to acquire attunement crystals then figure out what to do next. Gideon, do you know where to find superior quality crystals?

Gideon nodded. The Herkimer Mines outside the city of New York does have the closest grade of crystals we require. I will warn you, they are inferior. Do not count on them lasting nearly as long as Alterrean crystal composites.

No I suspect they would not last, but they might last just long enough to complete our task. But, New York! That city is located on the opposite side of this continent, is it not?

Yes, I believe it is, answered Gideon.

Midas sat back against his chair and shook his head. Is there no other mine closer?

Gideon said, No, I am afraid there is not.

We will not survive in Earth’s gravity that distance. After two or three hours, we will become visible and as soon as our outline appears the Mortals will attack us. How can we possibly get there without shuttles? Midas asked looking anxiously at each face.

We cannot go walking about the countryside, Midas. Gideon was quick to point out. These Mortals have not evolved highly enough to accept us as colleagues. Is that not the reason we are hiding inside this blasted mountain waiting for these barbarians to evolve?

Yes, it is true they are still warring. But, not all, only a few, Midas replied. So, one of you tell me, what can we do to fix the axis?

Silence filled the council chamber as each Guardian contemplated the options.

When no one spoke, Midas asked, Rhea, you have been silent for a long while. Speak your mind.

Rhea, too, leaned back in her chair. What can I say, Midas? We must remain in our fifth dimensional state in order to survive for millenniums at a time but that does confine us to the inside of this mountain. Our etheric powers are useless unless we have an outside conduit such as the crystal skull network. Now, if we were able to freely move around this planet then we could easily handle this situation ourselves like we did with Lemuria, but alas, we are not free.

Prometheus and Gideon nodded in agreement.

Midas thought, there is no better time than now to present my plan and he slowly rose. Then I, for one, see no other alternative than to enlist the help we need from the Mortals.

Prometheus immediately leapt up and bellowed, No, absolutely not! Our sacred laws forbid it!

True, Prometheus. However, as Gideon and Rhea so aptly pointed out, we cannot simply walk out of the mountain and demand attunement crystals from the first Mortal we happen to find. Midas paused. And, as we have just stated, we know exactly what would happen to us if we did.

Your point is well taken, Midas. Prometheus dejected sat down. We must find another way.

Who better to help us than the Mortals? Midas asked. They have just as big a stake in our success as we do. The faces that stared back at him bore the expression of shock and disbelief. However, if any of you have an alternate plan, I would gladly entertain any proposal.

Gideon shrugged. I certainly understand our dilemma. However, I agree with Prometheus that involving the Mortals would be a huge mistake.

Midas asked, Rhea, what is your opinion?

Rhea shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Well, I certainly understand the misgivings of Prometheus and Gideon. As an alternative to just any Mortal, might I suggest that we consult with our direct Lemurian descendants, the Native American tribesmen. I presume that is why you had me bring this data?

Yes, confirmed Midas. Do you know where the tribes are located?

The tribesmen! Prometheus exclaimed.

Yes, countered Rhea, the tribesmen! Earth’s history tells us that their high chieftains and medicine shaman still have great powers. Maybe, if we can locate them and their seed crystals, we can access the knowledge ourselves to correct the axis shift.

Seed crystals! How is this possible? It has been, what, tens of thousands of Earth years since we left Lemuria? The shock in Midas’ tone was evident. He never dreamed that anyone in the twenty-first century might have seed crystals, let alone know of their use.

Rhea began to explain, Just before Atlantis sank, the remaining scribes felt compelled to write all our secrets in the sacred scrolls and carried them to Egypt. Only high priestesses and initiates in the Mystery Schools were allowed to study their contents. And, they also include every piece of our advanced technology outlined in minute detail. Over the centuries, Earth’s archaeologists have uncovered many of these artifacts, including the stone tablets of Thoth, our God of the moon and wisdom. Gasps erupted around the room and Rhea held up her hand for silence. And, let us not forget about the Great Pyramids in Egypt and Central America. Also, the Mayan’s developed the eternal calendar which recorded ancient history and predicted future events through the year 2012 which are all deciphered.

Rhea, am I to assume that the Mortal’s archaeologists have decoded our dialect? Midas asked.

Not completely, but most of our hieroglyphs are deciphered, Rhea confirmed.

Midas shook his head in disbelief. Tell me, what other evidence do the Mortals have?

"Divers, those are men with artificial aquatic lungs, did discover our eleven-room crystal pyramid, the Temple of the Crystal Dome in the Atlantic Ocean. They have recovered artifacts that we brought here from Zeta Reticuli, such as the metals, cement, and plastics we used to build our palaces off the coast of Portugal. As of yet, they cannot explain the sources of these compounds.

Impossible! Prometheus stormed. The last I heard, which was about four centuries ago now, no one in the modern era understood the hieroglyphs. It was considered a dead language when the Greeks developed that confusing letter alphabet. So how could these...these…Mortals have accomplished so much in several hundred years?

Midas snapped back, You seem to forget, Prometheus, that it was you who breathed life into these Mortals and gave them an understanding of our alphabet in the first place! The Mortals’ archeologists are just remembering how to read it.

Prometheus had forgotten; he shook his head in disgust. Another mistake! I had no idea how Earth’s environment would evolve them or us. Everything about us has changed. It is a miracle, I suppose, that I even recognize myself since I was once twelve feet tall! Now look at me, I have shrunk to nine-foot eight!

Gideon stood, which stopped Prometheus’ ranting. We all have diminished in height, Rhea most of all. She is a mere eight foot nine. However, we are no less of a Guardian because of our size.

Prometheus, lowering his voice said, What I do know is that if we had not found this crystal mountain, we would be one of them!

I agree, said Midas. "We are most fortunate, indeed. The crystal formations allow us to remain in our fifth-dimensional state for as long as we choose.

As you recall, Rhea began again, the Lemurians divided into two basic groups; surface dwellers or tribesmen, as they were later called, and those who felt safer underground which would be us or in the water, like Isis.

Each Guardian nodded.

Each surviving group took ten seed crystals and vowed to preserve our knowledge until the flood waters subsided. Unfortunately, when the waters dissipated, the Mortals remained barbarians and continued their warring ways. At that point, we decided to wait to give them our knowledge until they were more highly evolved. Do you remember making that decision, Midas?

Yes…continue.

Thank you. The surface dwellers found safety in large deep caverns high in the mountains. They formed a tribal council and a ruler or chieftain was named. The safety of the seed crystals fell to the shaman and I believe that the shamans still have the seed crystals today.

Prometheus asked, What proof do you have that these tribesmen still have our original seed crystals?

The ancient cultures of the tribesmen are still practiced to this day, including those of their shaman. Very few tribesmen have been seduced by the other races to leave their tribes.

That is not proof, Rhea, said Gideon. Do you have actual evidence that the seed crystals exist?

Maybe this will convince you. This pilgrimage took place two years ago. Rhea touched several crystals on the console in front of her. She sat back as the crystal-viewing screen lowered once again.

A news reporter, Ron Winslow, stood off to the side while a column of people were walking past heading down a dirt road. He reported, There is an extraordinary pilgrimage taking place in India. Thousands are walking great distances to be healed by Mother Teresa. It all started when it was reported that a woman named Monica Besra, claimed that a locket containing a picture of Mother Teresa was applied to her abdomen. Instantly a beam of light emanated from the photograph and her cancerous tumor was removed and her body healed. The camera panned away from the reporter to the throngs of people walking behind him. Pictures from a helicopter flying over the crowd showed miles of people walking for as far as the eye could see. The viewing screen went dark and receded up into the ceiling.

Rhea sat forward. The Mortals call these unexplainable healings ‘a miracle.’ We know that a healing beam could only be manifested by a seed crystal. Mother Teresa must be a direct descendant of the Atlantean culture. She has a seed crystal and the gift of understanding vibration and frequency healing.

Midas shook his head in disbelief and said, How do we find this Mother Teresa?

According to the Mortals’ airwaves, she recently ascended. Therefore, we do not have access to her or her seed crystal. Without attunement crystals, we cannot track its exact whereabouts. If there is one, logically there are other seed crystals still in existence.

Midas frowned. Ascension is a choice, of course. Yet, I am surprised that anyone would choose it. How much knowledge do you think these tribesmen have attained?

I tracked their progress until our crystals crumbled and I believe on a conscious level, five shamans are true oracles and have achieved full knowledge of vibration and frequency healing.

Prometheus trumpeted, This news is disturbing. Five Mortals with full Alterrean knowledge!

Rhea ignored Prometheus’ outburst. The Mortals’ periodicals confirm the tribes live on something called reservations. I do not understand the meaning.

Midas asked, Can we find one of these five Mortals?

Midas, I’m warning you! hissed Prometheus. You cannot consider this action either. Our sacred laws!

For heaven’s sake, Prometheus. We are looking for our own ancestors! Surely there is no sacred law against finding one of our own lineage, is there? And, since when do you adhere to our sacred laws? Midas did not wait for Prometheus to answer. Instead, he turned away from Prometheus’ scowls to face Rhea. You are our strategist. You must decide. But, hurry; there is not much time to waste in debate.

I will do my best, Midas. But if I rule against you, will you comply? Her eyes scanned each face around the table and asked, Will any of you comply?

I do not know, said Midas as he rose from the table and left the room.

Prometheus and Gideon shrugged and followed Midas.

Rhea sighed in true Guardian fashion, a long single exhale that could go on forever, if she chose. Instead, she put her head in her hands and thought about the magnitude of their dilemma. Gideon’s assessment is accurate. We cannot leave the mountain and just simply walk out to buy attunement crystals. The Mortals’ armies would attack us. Prometheus, is also correct. Our sacred laws do forbid us to interact with the Mortals until they will accept us as colleagues and not enemies. As the world consciousness stands right now, the Mortals’ acceptance is a paradigm shift away. And if Midas does involve a Mortal, we could risk our very existence. And what is the point of my deliberation, if at the end the High Council rejects my decision or I find out that our only choice is ascension?

Rhea decided, I must find a solution, which meant reviewing every scrap of Midas’ data, again. Newsreel by newsreel, she watched every fragment of film and was quite sure she did not miss one single word. The crystal-viewing screen slid up into the ceiling when the last newsreel ended. She sat back in her seat disheartened, because there was no doubt of the impending cataclysm. She had hoped, for once, Midas was wrong in his assessment of the situation, but he was accurate as always.

She picked up a rose quartz shard off the table and placed it into the projection slot. The Guardians’ survey maps, now millenniums old, appeared on the viewing screen. She combined the Guardians’ survey maps to match the Mortals’ current satellite data. The shapes of the continents had changed drastically over the millenniums. No matter, she thought, the volcanoes have not moved, but there is a significant increase in numbers not previously charted. Charting the Ring of Fire’s current eruptions and the mounting devastation that lay across the Earth’s surface, she frowned. These catastrophes are escalating at a rapid rate! The harder she looked for just one shred of inconsistency, she found ten more statistics to validate Midas’ and the Earth scientists’ predictions. With the new and old data in place, she sent the results to Midas’ chamber for his review.

We must prevail, she whispered aloud. We must or we are doomed as well!

While she waited for Midas’ reply, her mind roamed freely void of thought or feeling. Complacent, was the word her mind screamed the loudest. Too many millenniums of non-strategic work had made her feel sluggish. The most urgent challenge asked of her in ages was an occasional intruder who accidentally walked through one of Midas’ open portals and found himself inside the tunnels. Never again, she vowed, would she allow her mind to stagnate, never. However, she noticed that her iridescent body radiated with exuberance and vitality, quivering slightly as she thought about this new challenge. She felt alive, valued and for what, just to plan her ultimate ascension? With this thought she paused, would she choose ascension if the Guardians could not fix the axis shift? Until now, that thought had never crossed her mind, either.

She withdrew a piece of rolled parchment off the stack behind her. Rolling it out flat, she focused on constructing an exact timeline to predict the escalation of the cataclysms. Halfway through, she was interrupted by an odd sound she could not identify. What is that horrible sound?

Here is the problem. The rose quartz has been moved slightly.

To eliminate the troubled vibration from her body, she leaned against the Rose Quartz crystal. This stone’s properties were designed to instill tranquility and balance within the soul. A thought arose, what if she rotated the Citrine next to the Rose Quartz? Would the Rose Quartz dispel the negative energies?

Rhea returned to the timetable. I must find an option that will satisfy both Prometheus and Midas. As each scenario passed through her mind, she found that not one was acceptable or feasible. She made her decision and called the High Council members to return to the chamber.

One by one they appeared. First Midas, then Prometheus, and last Gideon. Rhea said, Sit and we will begin.

Midas inquired, We are to presume a decision has been made, strategist?

Yes, Rhea replied, but gave no hint of her decision.

Midas looked at each Guardian’s face. Both Prometheus and Gideon were showing signs of concern. When they were seated, Midas said, Begin Rhea.

First let me say that I have explored every conceivable option. If we had integrated with the Mortals, like the Atlanteans, we would be able to move around this planet unnoticed. As we are now, that option is impossible. Agreed?

Each Guardian murmured, Yes.

Rhea unrolled the ten-foot parchment across the center of the table. This is a chronological timeline of the disasters and their projected results. After you have reviewed this data we will continue.

Each Guardian took a few minutes to study the parchment before passing it on to the next. When the parchment fell into Midas’ hands, he looked down in dread, knowing full well, there was only a matter of four Earth weeks before the devastation would claim every last life on the surface.

Midas whispered, Continue.

Rhea rolled up the parchment and put it aside. As you saw, the timeline is but a blink of an eye before the surface will not be tolerable for inhabitants which, I fear, includes us. So, before I render my decision, do any of you have an alternative plan that you did not previously express?

Prometheus stood. I know where this conversation is headed and I must repeat my objections!

No need, Prometheus, said Rhea. Your objections are duly noted. Let me remind you…we are taking a huge risk of being discovered no matter what we decide.

Prometheus threw up his arms and bellowed, We can stay inside this mountain and do nothing. Let the surface parish for all I care.

Rhea scowled. Have you forgotten that this mountain is a volcano and connected to the Pacific Ring of Fire? And, sooner than we think, this volcano will join its sister volcanoes in erupting…!

After a long silence, Prometheus said, Forgive my outbursts. I do understand…please continue.

Thank you. Given the urgency, we do require the aid of a Mortal. There is not another option considering our current circumstances. Without a Mortal’s aid, neither race can survive. A warning is needed here. If too many Mortals discover we exist…we will be in grave danger. I believe we need only one Mortal who will not be afraid of us nor reveal our existence to acquire the attunement crystals.

Midas sat up straight and announced, I know of such a Mortal.

You do? the Guardians said in unison. Yes, I do. Her name is Rachael.

Explain Midas, said Rhea, the shock evident in her voice.

Half a century ago, while I was on one of my walks, I witnessed a small female child watching our shuttles when they arrived.

There was an instant commotion around the table. Midas held up his hand for silence. And, before you all start chastising me, yes, I was outside the mountain by the lake. I always walk there before dawn.

We all know, Midas. Prometheus’ tone was sarcastic and disapproving. Rhea, did I not warn you that his walks would cause us trouble? The Mortals must know we are here. Rhea nodded. Prometheus, this female child obviously has not spoken about us to anyone since no Mortal army has ever come to capture us.

Gideon glanced at Prometheus, but looked at Midas. There is truth in that no army has pursued us, but you must understand the imminent threat to us all.

I do understand that I could be discovered, but my activities thus far have been nothing more than a walk by the lake…

Midas, Gideon interrupted. Where was this child positioned when you noticed her?

There is an agricultural farm on the opposite side of the lake.

That is a great distance for a mere child to see this far, said Gideon, amazed at the possibility.

She used large round prisms held against her face.

Rhea nodded recognizing Midas’ description of the object. Ah yes. They are called binoculars. Continue Midas, tell us more about her.

Not much to tell. I watched her grow up into a woman. Then later she performed the ritual for combining lives, and then her life’s partner ascended last spring. Now, she works the agricultural farm alone.

Gideon asked, And you know all of this…how?

The Mortals’ periodicals told of their union and his ascension. Every morning I see her sitting by the shore alone, watching the mountain just as she did as a child, even though our shuttles have long since ceased to arrive.

Prometheus spat. Next, I suppose, you will tell us that she sees you...!

Yes, I think she has, many times in fact. She does that Mortal hand gesture for greeting.

Prometheus enraged shouted, Have you abandoned our sacred laws entirely?

I know what our sacred laws state and maybe my actions could be held in question. However, as it turns out, we need her. She is the only Mortal who will not be afraid to look at us. We must view this as destiny, not a violation.

Prometheus jumped to his feet shouting, Destiny! Destiny! His deep angry voice reverberated between the crystals walls. It does not surprise me that you would come up with some preposterous rationalization to justify your crimes against our very sacred laws.

Rhea rose once again and hit the obsidian table with the palm of her hand. The sound drowned their angry voices and the two men instantly fell silent.

Guardians, take your seats!

They both stared at Rhea in disbelief that she would take such drastic actions, but they complied. Only after both Guardians had taken their seats did she continue, "Midas, you will make contact with the Mortal woman within two earth days and bring her here to us. We will decide whether she can assist us or not.

Midas agreed. At least that would give him time to figure out how to approach her without frightening her.

CHAPTER TWO

Show me how to take who I am, who I want to be, and what I can do, and use it for a purpose greater than myself.

-Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

After careful thought, Midas decided he would wait for Rachael by the lake’s edge in front of her home. Maybe, if I’m already seated there, Rachael will not become frightened and will listen to my plea for her help.

Leaving his chamber, he headed down the tunnel to the thin wall that separated his world from the third-dimensional world. His heart leapt into his throat when he stepped through the portal and smelled fresh air and rich damp soil. All the while, thanking the gods for the purpose of this day.

The fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet and that sound only added to his happiness. Yet, as he approached the farm’s perimeter, he thought, this will be my first visit to a Mortal’s home since the falling of Lemuria. His heart leapt as the scent of tilled soil filled the air and instantly he was reminded of the rich grain fields of Lemuria.

Delicious, he thought, a distinct fragrance I have long forgotten. And is this animal dung I smell? Even though the pungent smell is not a pleasant odor, I do appreciate the value of its nurturing properties. I am grateful for the opportunity to smell these odors again.

As he neared his destination, he found the flat rock where Rachael sat every morning. He sat down and allowed the rhythmic ripples of the water to gently caress his lower appendages. Despite the urgency of his mission, he felt quite calm as he sat there waiting for her arrival.

In a matter of moments, he heard the sound of her footfalls that he so eagerly anticipated. To keep from frightening her, he did not move or look in her direction as she walked up to the shoreline.

Rachael froze when she saw the black-robed figure sitting on the rock. She instantly recognized him as the one who walks around the lake before dawn. She thought, why is he here? After a couple of minutes, she calmed herself enough to say a few words, I am Rachael.

I know who you are, Rachael. said Midas softly. I am Guardian Midas.

Rachael, still not believing her eyes said, I have waited a lifetime to meet you.

I know, replied Midas and remembered how many times he heard her wishes to meet him. Several times, he had actually started toward the farm, but at the last minute he turned back.

Feeling her so close to him now, his pulse raced and he desperately wanted to reach out to touch her. At this moment, he understood why the Atlanteans found the Mortal females so alluring. The sheer scent of her is hypnotic.

Might I ask why you are here?

We need your help, said Midas as he turned slightly toward her.

She gasped. You are bluish! I thought it was my imagination or the reflection from the water.

I believe I am called iridescent in your world.

Yes. Rachael inched closer, trying to see his whole face, but he lowered his head. You said you need my help.

We, the Guardians, need your help, he corrected her.

So there are more of you?

We are five in all.

Rachael almost laughed. All these years I thought there were hundreds or even thousands more..., she paused. What could you possibly need me to do?

If you will come to the High Council Chamber in the mountain, we will explain.

You want me to go inside the mountain?

Yes.

With his reply, Rachael walked away from him to think about his request.

Midas listened to her thoughts. I really need to harvest the east field and later I had planned to start painting the barn before the rainy season hits. The hinge on the barn door needs repair. The picture in her mind was that of the large structure behind him with a large square gaping hole in the center.

It seems she has many duties to perform today; I can help her with these things.

When she didn’t speak for several minutes, Midas asked, Are you perplexed?

A bit, yes, said Rachael. I need to know how long I will be gone because I need to harvest the east field today and then start repairing the barn.

You need not worry about harvest or repairs, Midas said softly. I will send two Monitors to do the work while we talk.

Monitors…who are they?

They are our laborers who we use to repair our shuttles. Now our shuttles no longer operate and their hands have been idle far too long.

Rachael suddenly understood. So that’s why the spaceships stopped appearing, they are broken!

Our supply ships stopped arriving from Alterra and the reason is unknown to us. We do not have replacement parts for our shuttles therefore we cannot travel around the universe any longer.

I see, said Rachael and she turned away from him.

This time Midas did not listen to her thoughts. When she turned to face him, Midas asked, Have you made your decision?

First let me ask you something.

Of course. Ask anything you wish…

I’m assuming there is some sort of emergency or you wouldn’t venture this far away from the mountain. Am I correct in assuming that much?

Yes.

Scientists are predicting catastrophic disasters will occur in a matter of months around the world. Is this emergency about these news reports?

Midas did not look at her when he replied softly, Yes. Is the situation worse than we know?

Yes, I’m afraid it is.

Rachael paused for a minute to let his affirmation sink in. Her hands began to tremble and her fingers turned to ice. She quickly put them inside the pockets of her sweatshirt. If we are in such peril, shouldn’t you be looking for scientists or someone more qualified than I? I am a squash farmer and I don’t know what I can possibly do to help you.

Midas looked up and directly into her eyes. You are the only one that can help us save this planet.

Rachael stunned, thought, surely he isn’t serious! Me! No…there has to be someone else! Yet, I know he wouldn’t be sitting here otherwise. She knew by the look in his eyes, he was telling the truth…so there really was no choice. She softly said, I will go with you. If you will wait here for a minute, I will be right back.

I will wait.

After Rachael disappeared into the house, Midas summoned two Monitors to his side. They instantly materialized dressed in heavy black robes with large hoods that covered their lack of facial features.

Midas gave them specific instructions on what duties they were to perform and added a word of caution, Do not draw attention to your presence while working on this farm. Keep your cloak hoods low over your face and do not look directly at anyone. Those red eyes of yours will scare the Mortals to death and then who knows what would happen next. They nodded and moved toward the barn.

One Monitor harnessed the horse and headed toward the east field while the other began the barn repairs. Midas found the tap, tap, tap of the hammer pleasing to hear. What a mistake, he thought, that we did not integrate more fully with the Mortals like the