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  "Derek, you are not going to believe this..."

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  June 6th, 2012

  7 miles below Antarctica

  Rainbow City 9:11 AM

  "We have to stop it, Menes!" Loki shouted, his aura glowing red with his mounting anger and frustration. "Humankind was never meant to know the whole truth!"

  Menes looked intently at his young protégé, though Loki was far from young. They were all tens of thousands of years old. "If you recall, the Mayans did very well with the knowledge we shared with them."

  Loki snorted, slamming his hands on his mentor’s desk. "They did well, Menes, because we only gave them part of the information. As civilization progressed we were not the ones to share those secrets with any other culture. They are evil and unintelligent! They should remain as slaves to the Anunnaki!"

  Menes pressed two fingers against his tem­ple, and said, "Even with the veil wrapped around this planet, the Mayans ascended before the collective was ready. And the Anunnaki visited them frequently." He smiled warmly at Loki. "Calm your soul my friend, all will be well. If the time is not right then the Cave of Creation will not expose itself and the Akashic Records will not be found. But I believe it is time."

  Aggravated with the response, Loki began pacing the golden floors of the office. "Menes, of those that came with us only ten remain, and we have lost contact with ourselves above! We are run­ning out of time, if we let this happen there will be nothing left!" From the few hundred that escaped the destruction of Atlantis, fifty came to Earth. The rest had gone to Mars as instructed by spirit. Loki stopped pacing, and pointed his finger at Menes to emphasize the gravity of his point. "It is a trap just like before. The four horsemen have been unleashed. The war is not going well; you and I both know this. They will destroy this planet just like they did Atlantis!" Panic edged his voice and made his aura burn so brightly Menes was forced to squint.

  "Loki…” Standing, he walked over to his dis­t­raught brother, placing his hands soothingly on Loki’s shoulders. "You can no longer hear yourself because of the fear in your heart. You must regain your trust in Spirit, in the goodness of God. You must remember that we want nothing but the best for you. You must believe this completely. It is time. We keep secrets no longer. The Phoenix Cycle completes December 21st, 2012. This planet will ascend and it will be marvelous."

  Loki broke roughly away from Menes’ grip. "You are a fool," he spat angrily. As he waved his hand, a section of the stone wall slid open and he stormed out. Menes sighed disappointedly as Loki left. Once again they were faced with the end of an era and he prayed the disturbing images that had recently plagued his dreams were not solely all the future would become.

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  Menes was wrong. Sound was the universal language and since the dawn of America, the world's great superpower, the first and second dimension frequencies had been screaming in pain. For centuries they had watched humans de-evolve. No, they just weren't ready. He had to help stop it.

  Loki stood on the deserted street corner, looking around him. They had worked hard to create Rainbow City. Using the knowledge taught from their destroyed home they had constructed a dome deep beneath the frigid waters, iridescently radiating through the blackness of the ocean. It was a suburb compared to the grandeur of Atlantis, but it proved how advanced technology had been when used in conjunction with the natural energy of a planet, which by its very nature provides for all children who inhabit it.

  But out of fifty, there were now ten. Their brothers and sisters had chosen to let go of their hold on physicality, worse, some had been taken by dis-ease, which was what happened to a human body when the energy portals, or charkas became blocked. This made the situation far worse. If there were no Ascended Masters left to teach the humans and they discovered the Cave of Creation it would end in disaster. They were not passive. They would immediately wage war on the Anunnaki for the part they played in the manipulation of their genetic code and the creation of the veil. The Promise would be forgotten and the world would end again. He could not, would not allow that.

  His resolve steeled, his destination was the temple. The Pyramid was in the center of their city, standing out as clearly as a diamond glinting in the sand. Its power lay in the sacred geometry of its shape, and the energy channeled by the two giant crystals inside it. By recognizing his connection with everything around him he was able to blend with those energies and fly, much like a passing breeze, into the holy space. Loki descended long enough to drop to his knees in a moment of silent reverence. A wordless prayer was given to the pair of glowing crystals suspended in mid air, touching at their diamond shaped tips. If one was removed the balance of energy would shatter and their city would fall.

  "Forgive me for what I must do," Loki whispered. Rising back into the air he closed his hand around one of the golden rods.

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  June 6th, 2012

  5 Miles below Antarctica

  Shackelton Ice Shelf 9:22 AM

  Dr. Abe Donahue had zipped through his college career earning a degree in marine biology, and a PhD in internal medicine. After that he decided to join the Navy, just because he liked boats, and spent the next six years in an attack submarine. It was why he felt confident enough to nap in the tight compartment of the midget submarine. The pulsing lights of the computer system running on auto pilot beeped in rhythmic quiet around him.

  It became a cacophony of noise.

  Suddenly, every system released a high pitch scream, ripping Abe back into consciousness. He bolted into an upright position just as a wave of white light rolled through the pitch black waters right into the thick titanium. Metal whined as the tiny ship went whizzing backwards, smashing into a piece of rock.

  "What the fuck was that, Abe?!" Dr. Shirley McDermott emerged from the only other compartment in the submarine seconds after the explosion. Worry clouded her dark brown eyes.

  "I have no idea." Abe’s voice was steady, but his fingers were flying over the keyboard running through system checks to make sure the weight of the ocean wasn't about to come crashing in on them.

  Shirley jumped into the chair across from him, poking at the touch screens. "Looks stable. Guess we just banged her up."

  "General Kahlo is going to be pissed if that left a mark." He winced and shoved his hands back through his hair. "Now let me see if I can figure out where the hell that came from."

  "Abe." Shirley was suddenly digging her nails into his bicep.

  "What?" He was busy trying to make sense of the strange readings he was getting, but both the tone of her voice and the sting of her nails made him look up. For a second he thought he was hallucinating.

  A man was floating through the water. His hands were gripped around one large golden pole. On top of it a diamond shaped crystal threw out a gentle green light that surrounded his body.

  She had a PhD in physics and psychology. She knew what was possible and what was not. What was happening in front of them was not possible. The tons of pressure should have killed him, but there he was floating like a fish.

  "Get this thing moving, Abe! Follow him!"

  "I'm…I'm on it." He couldn't get his hands to stop their sudden shaking as he pressed a button on the control panel to turn the machine around. The bright spotlights from the vessel illuminated the figure of the man as they trailed slowly behind him.

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  June 7th, 2012

  S.V.T. Think Tank

  Alexandria, VA 1:11 AM

  S.V.T. Think Tank, subsidiary of the Dion Corporation, was only eight years old. It had been created to utilize the vast streams of information that was gathered by S.V.T. Securities, a corporate security watch dog that subsequently spied on the organizations it was safeguarding.

  S.V.T Think Tank’s mission was simple; improve weapons, design vehicles, update computer systems, video and audio surveillance equipment, anything that was required or not yet thought of.

  Since Derek was the Director of the project it provided them
the needed privacy and clearance to pull these little 'missions' off. Two floors connected by a winding staircase were devoted entirely to them, accessible by a limited number of personnel. There were only two cameras on the floor and they were in front of the elevators. That deceptively simple gesture was a sign of trust from his employer that was not to be taken lightly. Antonia Bianca–Vaughn, his grandmother, had been one of the personal bodyguards to the head of the Terenzio family back in the day. The Vaughn’s were looked upon by the Terenzio’s as blood relatives and Derek was very aware that a big part of that trust was because of that bond. Until they could figure out what the hell was going on, he sincerely hoped they would stay under the radar.

  He stood on the roof of the building chugging down a Styrofoam cup of coffee as the helicopter landed. The implications of this find were mind blowing. He could not remember the last time he had felt so skeptical, scared and excited all at once.

  When the deafening noise stilled he tossed the cup in the trash bin near the door, and went jogging forward to meet them. His steps faltered then picked up again when Shirley climbed out first, her arm around a man who looked as if he had just walked off a movie set. Their stranger’s hair was silvery gray and down to his shoulders. He wore a deep burgundy silk toga that nearly sparkled. When the man lifted his head, his eyes were an elegant feline green. Now, Derek wasn't gay, but this man was beautiful. His appearance alone added a little credibility to the story of how he had been found.

  "Let's get him inside Shirley," Derek said eager to get to the bottom of this mystery. "Has he spoken?"

  "In a language we can't understand. We can't even place it, Derek," Shirley said with an incredulous expression on her face.

  Abe emerged from the cockpit of the helicopter carrying a golden pole with the crystal attached to the top.

  Derek gawked at Abe as he approached. The crystal he carried was pulsing with some sort of energy you could just…feel. "What the hell is that?"

  "No idea. It was pulling him up to the surface."

  Derek paused then shook his head, turning to follow Shirley. "Let's try to make sense of this."

  §

  Loki had done it, just as Menes had envisioned in his dream. The moment the crystal was removed from its balance in the temple, Rainbow City had collapsed. Menes had run from his office as the buildings of stone began to topple and the dome that surrounded their city began to crack. Baphomet, Thoth, Pyrrha, Laura, Phoroneus, Astrea, Enoch and Solon did nothing to save themselves, only smiled and waited for the inevitable. Astrea had walked up to Menes, kissed him, let her energy surround him in a great wave of love and told him to go. Baphomet brought the final crystal to him while the others began to channel their energy together, recharging the crystal so it would protect him on his way to the surface.

  Even though Menes knew it was going to happen, and could accept it readily he still felt pain for the loss. But, he consoled himself with the kno­wledge that soon he would be able release his hold on the vessel of his body so that he might go with his loved ones to that mysterious ethereal plane and begin on this world, or even others anew.

  "Speak to them, Menes. Make them understand you."

  The words entered his mind as naturally as the air entered his lungs. His spirit guides. And his higher self. He closed his eyes and sagged against the stranger that led him. Human kind was still so primitive, it was a shame. These scientists, though, he recognized them. He had seen them before in Atlantis, but understood they didn't remember him. That didn't matter; they had been chosen. Through their research and the ability of their employer to manipulate the reality of this world, mankind would stand a chance through the difficult times ahead. A choice was upon them; it was imperative that choice be granted.

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  To get into their department from any entry point you were required to have an access card, and pass a retinal scan. Derek used his to clear them through the door on the rooftop and the group mo­ved quickly but cautiously to the main lab room.

  As the soundproof door slid closed behind them Abe gave the rod to Derek, and helped Shirley get the man onto one of the examination tables. He had given their strange guest a brief examination after they pulled him out of the water, now Abe wanted to be more thorough.

  Derek found it hard to take his eyes off the crystal as he followed the pair into the room. He walked over to the table across from Abe, and snapped on the glaring overhead light. He pulled his glasses from the front pocket of his shirt, sliding them over his dark brown eyes to investigate the strange artifact under the superficial light as Shirley stepped up beside him.

  There was gentle amusement in Menes eyes as he watched Abe pull out the stethoscope. It was like seeing the hammer of a cave man. He began laughing only to wince as a sharp telling pain shot under his ribs. Time was of the essence. Lifting his hand, he pressed it against Abe’s forehead. Abe blinked in surprise at the motion, but did not pull away. Warmth suddenly wrapped around Abe’s body, like nothing he had ever felt. He gaped in awe at Menes trying to understand the overload of loving emotion he felt when he noticed a second sensation. This time it was probing at his mind.

  Probing at his mind? For a second Abe truly believed he had gone insane, but no, there it was again. Without control or resistance he began speaking; not for himself but for the strange man touching him.

  "I am Menes."

  Shirley and Derek looked up simultaneously, eyes widening. Abe was glowing. A gentle green light surrounded him and the man they had "found."

  "Derek, is…?" Shirley couldn't form the words, but Derek understood the half spoken question. He felt like he was crazy because the longer he watched the scene in front of him, the more familiar it began to feel. As if he had seen something like this before.

  Menes smiled at the other two and began to speak through Abe. It was easier this way; he had not spoken English in several decades. "A great age is upon you. You are closer to the truth than you have ever been." He hesitated, choosing the words carefully. "I warn you that what you uncover will shock you, anger you, and terrify you. It will also soothe your souls, and you will know come to understanding why the knowledge has been withheld from you. You must find the Cave of Creation before the next winter solstice. It is this final step that will bring man into full consciousness. The Ascension must not fail again." He drew in a shaky breath, his energy wavering and he willed it to stay with him a little longer.

  “Loki - you must find him. He will alert the Anunnaki and they will try to stop you. Those you work for have means to protect you, to help you lift the veil so all will know, as above in heaven, so below on Earth. Do what you will, love is law." He could say no more. Sighing, he ruffled Abe’s hair affectionately, before he broke the connection and lay back down on the table. He could hear the other dimensions calling him, the voices of those he loved welcoming him back. He closed his eyes and with perfect trust and acceptance he released his hold on his physical body. His heart ceased, his breathing stopped and his soul peacefully ascended to the next plane, eager to decide what to return as.

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  The calm silence after Abe, Menes, whoever stopped speaking brought undeniable knowledge; Menes was dying. Tears sprung to Shirley's eyes as she walked over to Menes’ body, holding his hand through his final breath as if she had known him her entire life, and not just those few short hours.

  Even though her heart ached she couldn't shake the feeling that death wasn't the end. She would see him again. The notion was completely illogical to an agnostic but somehow she just knew she was right.

  Derek sunk down on the edge of an empty exam table, overwhelmed. Abe looked equally as torn as his back hit the wall, his face pale.

  "What…what do we do now?" Abe whispered.

  Derek swallowed hard and shook his head. He was at a complete loss. "I don't know."

  Shirley turned to both of them. "Call Terenzio. As bizarre as this all is, we've still got work to do. And if Menes is right we're going to need backu
p."

  Chapter 3

  “Modern morality and manners suppress all natural instincts, keep people ignorant of the facts of nature and make them fight drunk on bogey tales.”

  - The Confessions of Aleister Crowley, chapter 57

  June 7th, 2012

  Loyalty Airlines Airport

  Alcyone Island 12:12 AM

  In 1925 the United States Congress passed the Airmail act which allowed private airline companies to place bids on picking up routes for delivery of U.S. mail. At the time it took a huge burden off the U.S. Postal Service and gave a boost to a slowly growing airline industry.

  In 1925 Stefano Vasco Terenzio saw not only a way to change the public image of his two-year-old freight airline company, but also a nearly foolproof way to bridge the gaps between the mob groups around the country. Another step in solidifying his control over them. Under the cover of deli­vering mail, Loyalty Airlines transported stolen items acquired off the black market, laundered cash, drugs, weapons, whatever was required. Backroom deals, boardroom meetings, constant bribes and the occasional roughing up of a few public officials ens­u­red Loyalty Airlines status as a powerhouse in the aviation world.

  By 1930 the budding seeds had been planted and S.V.T. turned control of the airline over to his sister, Liliana. At the time her (fourth) husband, for­merly of the U.S. Air force, then Colonel of Alcyone Islands AF, had a few friends in the engineering department at Boeing who were willing to share secrets for a hefty price, keeping Loyalty ahead of their competitors as far as technological advancements went.