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  “Olivia, do you really believe that the reason I suddenly popped into Marcello’s life was because there was a hospital mix up the day of my birth?”

  No, Olivia thought, she didn’t. But she was still wary of coming clean to Kayla. She would be stupid to underestimate Marcello’s reach, even if she thought his leadership skills were lacking. “Kayla, I don’t know anything about the Brotherhood—”

  “Do you really think that the Brotherhood would have allowed Terenzio to be left unchecked all this time? If you want in, Olivia, it’s through me.”

  Olivia studied her in brief silence. “How do I know I can trust you?

  “You don’t. But if my loyalties truly did lie with Marcello and I knew that you had killed your father, we wouldn’t be having this conversation in my office, would we?”

  Olivia paused again, considering her options. “Assume, for a moment, I do want into the Brotherhood. What’s the next step?”

  “I’ll be in touch,” Kayla said impassively. “Moving forward, neither you nor your cousin will make a move without my permission. Chain of command is followed to the letter in the Brotherhood, and it is not a democracy. Am I making myself clear?”

  “Crystal.” Excitement began to form in the pit of her stomach.

  “Good.” Kayla smiled; a gesture that very rarely touched her eyes, except for those few occasions that Marcello made her genuinely smile. “Thank you for coming by.”

  Tipping her head in the elder woman’s direction, Olivia rose to her feet, briskly walking out of the office. She kept her head lowered and her steps quickened down the carpeted hallways, and to the elevator. Once the doors safely enclosed her, she turned her back on the security camera, pulled out her cell phone and sent Amadeo a text message.

  We’re in.

  §

  September 29, 2001 - 2:22 PM

  Alcyone Island

  Dion Corporation Headquarters

  Marcello glanced over at the phone as its shrill ring pulled him out of his thoughts. He wasn’t plotting. He was remembering his wife. He pulled off his glasses, rubbed an aged hand over his bearded face, and then snatched up the receiver. “Yes?”

  “Sir, Nicholas is here to see you.”

  Marcello’s brows arched. “Send him up.” He put the phone back in its cradle and tossed his glasses carelessly onto the spotless surface of his desk. Moments later, Nicholas came in.

  Marcello rose from behind his desk, coming around to embrace his cousin, who looked awful. Nicholas’ hair was mussed, as if he’d run his fingers through it too many times, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a man who had just lost his family, Marcello noted with sympathy, though, he would never have expected Nicholas to come to him after such a tragedy. He cupped a hand around the back of Nicholas neck, studying his face. “How are you holding up?”

  Nicholas gripped Marcello’s shoulders, meeting the elder Terenzio’s eyes. “I’m a member of the Brotherhood. I have been for eleven years.”

  Marcello blinked. That was completely new news to him. Nevertheless, he didn’t release his cousin. “Why are you telling me this, Nicholas?”

  “Because I want them to suffer for what they took from me.” Nicholas’s eyes shone wetly. “They didn’t even warn me, Marcello.”

  Marcello sighed heavily as Nicholas began openly crying. They were angry, pain-filled tears. Marcello pulled his cousin into his embrace again. “It’s all right Nicholas. It’s all right. We’ll get them.”

  §

  November 11, 2006 - 11:11 PM

  New Orleans, LA

  Loyalty Airlines Airport

  Matthew DeMarco slid into the back seat of the waiting Sedan. “Sorry it took so long. Everything all right?”

  “The ’70s were difficult. The last thirty years have been interesting. I expect things will be a lot more exciting for my grandchildren.” Marcello stopped gazing out the window and looked over at Matthew. “The items my father had delivered to yours; it’s time to take them back.”

  Matthew nodded. “There was only one working model. The rest were files.”

  “Whose?”

  “Tesla, Marconi, and Fulcanelli.”

  “The first two I’ve heard of. Who was Fulcanelli?”

  “Some call him the Master Alchemist. If you wanted to learn it, really learn it, he probably wrote the most authoritative book that’s allowed to circulate the masses.”

  “Interesting.” Marcello clucked his tongue then looked back out the window. “No rush. I just wanted to put it in motion.”

  “Of course.” Matthew studied his friend. “How are you holding up these days? We haven’t spoken much.”

  “I’ve spent the last ten years trying to understand this ascension process, really understand it. And I can see the allure of the connection.” A quiet sadness filled Marcello’s eyes. “I miss my Mari very much. To know that she’s out there, in some form, and I’m not good enough to communicate with her is frustrating.”

  “It’s not a matter of good, Marc,” Matthew interjected gently.

  “I know. Blocked, then. I think it makes me miss her more. And not just her. Amanda. Joey. Everyone else.”

  “Understanding the truth about death doesn’t make it any less painful. I think it’s only meant to shorten the time we grieve, give us some reassurance that our loves aren’t lost, simply not here.”

  “Mm.” Marcello lapsed into a brief, thoughtful, silence. “Regardless, I’ve been on Earth too long without her.” He looked over at Matthew and extended his hand. “My job here is almost done. Thank you for always being a good friend, Matthew.”

  As Matthew took Marcello’s hand, an odd expression crossed his face. “Marcello, there’s something I need to tell you.”

  Marcello slowly shook his head. “Don’t Matthew. I know.”

  Matthew quirked a brow. “You know what?”

  “I know you killed Mari.” Marcello slowly frowned. “They made you prove it, didn’t they? Your loyalty. And what better way to assure them that you have no ties to the Terenzio family than to kill the Don’s wife, so to speak.”

  Matthew swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry, Marcello. I tried to find a way around it—”

  Marcello held up his hand. “And the bottom line was there wasn’t one. It’s a heavy burden to carry, isn’t it? Living with the evil that we’ll do for the sake of the future.”

  Matthew slowly nodded. “Yes, it is.” He clasped Marc on the shoulder, squeezing gently. “You’re a good man, Marcello. Take care.”

  Marcello nodded, watching Matthew climb out of the car.

  Two weeks later, Matthew DeMarco was shot and killed while walking home after a late night at work. The police called it a robbery. Marcello called it even.

  The Now

  "We can't let things go on like this. The world needs to change."

  -Marilyn Terenzio

  Chapter 7

  "The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."

  -Albert Einstein

  June 12, 2012 - 11:21 AM

  S.V.T. Think Tank

  Alexandria, VA

  I need you to pull back to Corrediago Ortiz, Grams.”

  “What’s the story, lovie?” Dr. Angela Knoxx, a.k.a Grams, pushed back the wide brim of her hat and peered at Derek through the small screen.

  “Boss’s orders. He thinks that if we’ve found what we think we’ve found, the bad guys are going to come after you. So, back track until reinforcements get there,” Derek said.

  “How long until reinforcements get here?”

  “I’m not sure. He’s given us a hell of an assignment in the meantime.”

  “Do tell.”

  “I’ll send you all the details as soon as we get them. Robert should be here either today or tomorrow. And listen, I don’t want you guys to be idle, either. Do a little snooping and see what the locals know about the place. If you can get s
ome hard evidence on where the Brotherhood of Light might be, all the better.” Grams had heard stories from the locals of a group of holy beings that had formed a coven, were hiding in the remains of the Mayan Cities, and called themselves the Brotherhood of Light.

  Grams nodded. “I’m sure we can find something. All myths start from fact.”

  “True. If you need anything else, just call.”

  “Will do, lovie. How are things between you and my granddaughter?”

  Derek spared a quick glance over at Shirley, where she stood with Abe. He smiled as he looked back down at the phone. “Just fine, Grams.”

  “Don’t wait forever. Those are my words of wisdom for the day.” She winked. “We’ll let you know when we’re back in Ortiz.”

  Derek cleared his throat, hoping his ears weren’t turning red. “I won’t. Wait forever, that is. It’s just not the right time. Talk to you soon Grams.” He quickly hung up, took a second to compose himself, and walked back into the lab. “Grams is going to break down camp. What are the results from my meditation session?”

  “We were just talking about that. It’s actually pretty interesting.” Abe rolled the chair over to his computer screen and brought up the results. “The average adult takes twelve to twenty breaths per second. For the last fifteen minutes of your session, you were down to 5. Tibetan Monks can get theirs down to 3, so that’s impressive.” He glanced over at the amused look Shirley was giving him and shrugged. “I was curious so I Googled it. Anyway, we also saw increased blood flow to the brain, a decrease in stress hormones, and greater muscle relaxation. You were in a Theta brainwave state, commonly seen in people who are day dreaming. People are also prone to get a lot of creative ideas while in this state, which makes sense because we saw a serious increase in functional awareness. The left prefrontal cortex was also extremely active, and we all know that’s the part of the brain that mediates our moods and emotions.”

  Derek walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup while he listened. “What else?”

  Shirley hip bumped Abe from the front of the computer, and picked up the stylus, touching it to the screen to move aside one window and bring forward another. “You started out visualizing, right?”

  Derek nodded. “The chakras, like you suggested.”

  “While you were doing that, your pineal gland was quite active. The pineal gland, that pine cone shaped gland in the center of our brain, produces melatonin and that affects our sleep/awake patterns. It’s also filled with water. Think back to the discussion we had about how the mind can affect water and that information becomes really interesting. It also has the same rods and cones on its interior that are found in your eyes,” Shirley said.

  “I did not know that,” Derek admitted.

  “It’s not common knowledge. The pineal gland, specifically yours while you were meditating, was producing Dimethyltryptamine, DMT.”

  Derek’s brow lifted. “Like the DMT found in yopo and ajahusaca?”

  “Those exact Shamanic potions. DMT is directly associated with time dilation, journeys to paranormal realms, even encounters with mystical beings,” Shirley said.

  Derek gave a little shake of his head. “Wow.”

  “From what I’ve briefly read, your experience, on a biological level, is pretty standard.” Shirley dropped the stylus, turning to look at Derek. “Studies are showing that people who continue this practice for years are actually making the brain stronger, in the same way you exercise your muscles. This also directly relates to body functions, like your nervous system.”

  “I did not know meditation could be so effective in improving yourself.” Derek took a thoughtful sip from his coffee mug. “That’s really fascinating.”

  “How was it for you?” Abe asked.

  “I really enjoyed it. There were some moments of utter stillness, and peace. I felt loved. I felt a lot of love, actually, and I don’t know where it came from. I also had this feeling…” He paused, searching for the right word. “It’s hard to explain. Like there was something just beyond my consciousness, and I was approaching it. But I couldn’t tell you what that was. Just a sense of something otherworldly.”

  “How do you feel now?” Shirley asked.

  “I feel great,” Derek said, smiling. “Despite the magnitude of what’s going on around us, I feel very relaxed and very clear.”

  “Well, hang onto that brain power, buddy. We’re going to need it, if we’re going to build something of Nicola Tesla’s six times in less than six months.” Abe stacked his feet up on the table.

  “Why don’t you go try it?” Derek suggested.

  “I think that’s a great idea.” Shirley looked over at Abe.

  Abe pursed his lips together in thought, eyeballing the Orgone Accumulator. “Nah. Not yet. Why don’t you go for it, Shirley?”

  “Chicken.” Shirley teased, but took off her lab coat. “I’ll go.”

  §

  Earth Day - June 13, 2012 – time does not exist here

  Hevan

  Machanon City

  Hevan was simply stunning. Alex found its otherworldly beauty incomparable. Everything held a consciousness, and here you could really feel it. The trees looked life-like in their tall, reverent silence, beckoning a companion to share stories with. Buildings of smooth white stone and sparkling crystal dotted hills and decorated valleys. The sky was so unlike that of Earth’s. It was an infinite window, an unobtrusive view of the beauty of the cosmos. Hevan’s two purple moons hung low and majestically in the sky, surrounded by slyly winking stars whose light challenged the black backdrop they sat against.

  “Gabriel and I love this view.” Archangel Michael walked out onto the balcony and stood next to Alex, smiling serenely.

  Alex’s brows furrowed in amusement, right before his laughter came. “Forgive me, Michael, I’m just not used to hearing that.”

  Michael smiled. “I know. It would be quite sacrilegious in your world to go around spreading rumors that Michael the angel has spent the last three hundred years with a male angel.”

  “You can just imagine the uproar from certain religious factions,” Alex said through his laughter.

  “Your race is going to get quite the kick out of the real stories.” Michael’s eyes glowed with his humor as he showed Alex into the sitting room.

  “I have to say, I’m a little surprised to be here, Michael. I was told the Brotherhood of Light, or rather the Ascended Masters, sent for me.” The Ascended Masters were twelve souls that had broken through the veil and been able to manifest their projected realities instantly. Jesus, whose very existence had come into question thanks to the clever manipulation of the Anunnaki, and the Brotherhood, was the most famous example of those men and women.

  “They did, but since it is such a busy time on Earth, they implored me to share this information with you,” Michael said.

  Alex nodded once. “Do you mind if I have a cigar while we speak?”

  “Not at all. I’ll have one with you.”

  Alex removed two Cao golds and Michael used the tip of his finger to light both before he continued. “As unfortunate as violence is, on a soul level, the thirteen members of the Brotherhood have agreed to be forcefully removed from their current lifetime.” Before coming into physical form on planet Earth, some souls had chosen to pick how their bodies would die.

  “So, we can proceed as planned.”

  “Yes. Your weather predictions are nearly accurate. There will be some minor earthquakes, and flooding, but nothing of disastrous proportions; small hiccups as the Earth aligns with the Dark Rift, the center of your galaxy. It is extremely important the Terenzios accomplish their mission, especially where ELMINT is concerned.”

  Alex nodded. “I assumed as much.”

  “The destruction of the Global Satellite System and electrical grids worldwide will open the door to the new technologies of the future.”

  “There is some concern as to how we will be able to communicate during that junct
ure.”

  “The Sirians, while wishing primarily to just observe, have agreed to donate the devices you’ll need.” When Michael released the smoke from his cigar, a pair of wings formed in the thin wisps.

  Amusement drifted briefly over Alex’s face. “What’s in the Cave of Creation, Michael?”

  Michael smiled. “The most important part of all of this. The Akashic Records are there. If it is not opened, the activation energy that will come from the Dark Rift will be nearly pointless.”

  Alex’s eyes widened. “So, they do exist.” The Akashic Records were the history of every soul on the planet. Not just memories, but thoughts, feelings, intentions, reaching all the way back to the dawn of creation. The humans of Earth had lived in a state of forgetfulness about life before their birth. The limitation of their knowledge had been necessary, but that time was quickly passing.

  “Of course, they do. There is not a race in the cosmos that does not have their own Akashic Records. There is a very, very large one, safe guarded by the Pleiadians that contains the memories of the source itself.”

  “That must be an amazing sight.” Alex puffed on his cigar, his exhalation of smoke not nearly as entertaining as Michael’s. “This will work, yes? The Ascension?”

  Michel smiled reassuringly. “To speak in mathematical terms, the vibration of a fully awake human is so powerful that it only requires 144,000 people, worldwide, to be able to carry the light of love, twenty fours a day, seven days a week, to push you past the veil. You reached that number in 2010, a few months after the oil spill in your Gulf of Mexico. It will happen, Alexandro. Do not fear.”

  “I know I shouldn’t worry, but no man, or other race, will give up control so easily. Especially when he claims dominion over so much.”

  “Let Enki and me concern ourselves with that.”