Order in the Earth

It was nearing midday and they had not yet reached the summit, a reality that stood uneasy on the forefront of Ron Jurgis' mind, the crinkle and hard swallow at the back of his throat. Storms were too much of a probability at high altitude after noonday. The unforeseen multitude of inexperienced climbers above them is what had put a kink in their chain. Mount Shasta was no mole hill: at 14,179 feet, it claimed honors as the second highest peak in the Cascade Range, and the largest stratovolcano by volume in the Cascade Volcanic Arc. Glaciated year round, it required ice axes and technical skill. His climbing partner, and one of his best friends, Peppa Fondtrain, straight from the wave-rich Mecca of Margaret River, Australia, was hunkered down fastidiously right above him. She was short, of a stolid build, yet still voluptuously curved, all woman; her hair was sandy blond and wavy, like the heterogeneous swirl of marble. Peppa was a true charger, fearless: she'd attempt any mountain or back-country, and paddle out into an abysmal ocean on the most treacherous of days. She was a man's man, yet all woman.

“Hoh! Look out!” she shouted down to Ron. He glanced up just in time, as a sizable Nalgene water bottle hurled toward him at the speed of light. They were wearing helmets, but an object like this, careering at such extreme speed, could still spell death, or a mortal plummet. Swiftly, instinctively, Ron drove in deep with his ax; the bottle was on a bee-line trajectory for his exposed upper body. It was nearly there, and Peppa cringed in expectation of what she knew was inevitable. All that transpired next could only be measured in nanoseconds: Ron jerked to the left and flattened himself as close as possible to the ice. He forced his face directly against it and its cold indifference repelled his skin. The sound of the tumbling bottle was a death knell. All was caught in a space-time continuum of slow motion now, and it was in this inter-dimensional floating space of no-time that Ron made peace with his cosmic creator, giving himself wholly over to the destiny that would be. Chhok!

The bottle bounced off the back of his helmet, smashing his face violently into the ice in a horrid cracking sound of bone and cartilage. But he held fast. Today was not his day to go. “Ron! Ron! Are you alright?!” shouted Peppa frenetically. Shaking off the cobwebs, gradually he raised his head. Blood streamed from his nose like Yosemite Falls during the spring runoff. “Yee-at....I'm alive,” he smiled, discombobulated. He took off his helmet to examine it, and was flabbergasted to discover that the harmless water bottle had split a large crack the length of the back. “Ohhh thank god,” sighed Peppa; then she averted her gaze menacingly to the minuscule dots positioned high above them. “Son-of-a-bitch'n greenhorns!” she redounded. “I swear, these mountains should have a no strip-mall-shopping, suburbanite idiots sign at the trail-head!” Blood running down his face, Ron softly smiled as he produced a handkerchief. “Well, shit happens.....” he said, “happens to all of us.” “Some day I'm gonna turn you angry, Ron – make ya into a man, like me.” Here they both smiled.

Content and quiet, they sat by a crackling orange glow in the aging twilight, a shroud of Douglas and red fir boughs serving as the canopy of their abode. Despite the days trials on a crowded mountain, they had still made the summit before threat of storm and unforgiving electricity. The young night was cool and crisp and Peppa revealed a flask from the inside of her puffy down jacket, which was evergreen like the trees above. She took a big pull: it was Booker's, her favorite – this particular bottle had been 130 proof (ole Jimmy Beam usually fluctuated them between 128 and 132). Gradually, deliberately, she swallowed the libation, savoring the every finery of the nectar's molasses smoky oak. A rampaging alcoholic, Ron had to give up drinking, cold turkey, three years ago, so she tried to keep discreet as regarded her replete titillation in this indulgence; still she caught him furtively eying her. “I feel sorry for the people who don't drink,” she said, “because when they wake up in the morning.....that's as good as they're gonna feel all day.” “Thanks Sinatra,” he chuckled; though he couldn't stomach the company of boisterous drunks these days, Ron was still fine with a little joshing pertaining to his Achilles heel. Peppa grinned.
“So did yee life pass before your eyes today, ole boy?” she put bluntly to him. Ron paused, staring off into the growing dark of the corrugated conifers, myriad shadows occupying his yet stunned mind. “It did......I must confess: it most certainly did. There is no description of human language that could really elucidate what that experience is like, I think.” He paused, rubbing his chin contemplatively. “It was as if the entire creation flashed before my still clinging soul. In that flash, I wanted to live more than anything. And this was the plea that cried from my soul to the universe......to please let me finish the work I have on this earthly plane. Though I must admit, I'm still not quite sure exactly what that is.” “You're a strange piece of work, Ronnie,” Peppa chortled, masticating the remnants of some nutty bar. “I'm uber glad you're still with us among the living.....cause you make me feel more normal.” Ron smirked, shaking his head.

Their camp nestled at the base of the mountain, where the promontory lineaments of tall vertical extensions first shouted their presence. As was their custom, they had scouted their camp wisely: surrounded by the big trees, it sat on the edge of a chartreuse alpine meadow with still plenty of open sky above – myriad stars twinkled, and the Milky Way hung like illimitable falling snowflakes. Like they so often did on such adventures in camp, the two sat perfectly still and quiet for an elongated spell, bathing in the splendor that was northern California. It was on the hanging fringe of his peripheral that Ron caught a glimpse of the luminous form in the black of the wood. Instantly, he locked his attention in that direction, but it had disappeared.

“What is it?” inquired Peppa anxiously, having noticed him jerk. “I'm not sure......Something I've never seen before; that's for sure. Some trippy light, but in the shape of.......Hell! I've never seen anything like it.” “Maybe it'll pop up again,” she rejoined, following the direction of his ogle. For a few moments, which seemed like an interminable span of time and silence, they sat frozen, peering into the dark. Finally, Ron broke the silence, “Shit. Thought we mighta had a real-life paranormal experience on our hands. Whatever that light was, it was big, and..........” His words trailed off into muteness for Peppa, and her jaw dropped agape and eyes peeled frighteningly back; for the darkness opened up behind him, and from it stepped forth a monstrous being of intense fiery light of solar hues. It was at least twelve feet tall and it's body hummed like electricity. It lit up the entire meadow and canopy, all was encompassed in it's etheric glow. Stiffly mortified by Peppa's reaction and daunted by the tremendous glow, Ron hesitantly turned his head to look over his shoulder. He only caught sight of what seemed to be an arm the size of a motorcycle moving toward him.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Ron leaped forward and rolled into the meadow. Joined by Peppa, they both sped as fast as their fatigued climbing legs would take them for the far side of the meadow. Then all changed to a more somber, amber glow, and a guttural deep voice called forth: “Fear not, my children. I mean you no harm. You have my word. Please, speak with me, will you? I have much to show you.” Something intuitively struck them both, and they halted, turning fretfully to face their fate. The creature that towered over them was almost of a rock-like aspect in shape, though made of dense fire; it was broad and almost thick as it was tall, but had the kind face of a lemur-like sylvan dryad. Unlike its body and main appendages, the fingers were long and nimble and looked capable of dexterous endeavors. The two stood silently motionless as the creature came closer. Moths and other winged insects fluttered about its luminescence, and each step it made upon the earth left a crackling afterglow and pulsating vibrancy.

Looming above them, just several yards away now, the creature said, “My name is Velosh in your tongue. Please, do not be frightened,” it continued on their wild-eyed visages, “I am incapable of hurting any form of creative life.” The creature smiled and sat in the grass, so as to appear less intimidating. “You have chosen to visit Gaia's first chakra at a most propitious time. The dome has been reactivating and will awaken this night.” “Whh-who are y-you?” stuttered Ron. “I am one of the leftover remnants from aeons passed, one of the Ophanim Light Workers who volunteered to stay behind in hopes that humanity would one day be ready. For-” Ron was still incredulous, entirely stupefied, as to the reality of the situation at hand; and so, in this maniacal state, he interrupted Velosh's attempt at clarifying: “Who are the Ophanim Light Workers? What are you?!” Velosh murmured a light sigh, “My deepest apologies: in my hasty excitement regarding this magnanimous event, I carelessly overlooked the reality that neither of you has ever experienced a cosmic spiritual being first-hand in this lifetime.” His hue changed to a jade-blue of an emerald aura with tremendous eye sockets where poured forth a calm, scintillating light of sunset. “The Ophanim are one of the higher orders of intergalactic intelligence working with the Council of Light in this three-dimensional sphere of biochemical creation. Your Gnostics refer to us as the Archangeloi; many of you think of us as angels. Advanced evolved intelligences, many of the extra-terrestrials that you see, are in fact different orders, or creational manifestations, of what you have categorized as the angelic hierarchies. Most are benevolent, those thinking and living according to the Cosmic Laws of the Creator consciousness. But there are still the fallen ones: beings that have gone against the creative thought for there own egoistic purposes. They have veered very far into the negative pole of the life spectrum, creating an imbalance in harmony.......Various orders of these have been playing in your world for a very long time, manipulating and enslaving humanity from behind the curtain.”

Ron and Peppa were still disbelievingly flabbergasted, the latter's tongue half hanging out; but both carried an openness to the supernatural, and so followed the rabbit hole deeper. “Ready for what?” pressed Peppa, backtracking to the beginning. “Ready to make the evolutionary leap into the higher cosmic plan of vibrational ether, the Photon Band that extends from the black hole center of the Milky Way Galaxy, the spirit center of your universe. You have felt the quickening, especially those of you sensitive to the subtler energies. Time acceleration is upon us, that of which the Maya offered their star-seed prophecy of the Pleiades. Consciousness is rising.....bodily vibration is rising. All will feel it more and more as earth is immersed in the band. And all is cosmically, spiritually interconnected: this is why the dome centers over the earth's seven chakras are also reactivating at this time – as above, so below. So much has been deceitfully hidden from you by the fallen orders......for purposes of control. Please, if you will come with me, so much more can I teach you through the Akashic Light Record, the pictographic holograms....the seeds lying dormant in your minds.” The adventurers exchanged a foreboding glance. Then, “I'm gonna follow my intuition:” announced Peppa, “I have to go.” Ron delayed, intermittently peering at Velosh out of the far corner of his eye. “Shit! I feel the same,” he conceded bluntly, at a loss for more meaningful words. And Velosh grinned paternally.

The night had grown cold around them, the air revealing breath; but when they were even relatively near Velosh, all was warm and comfortable, the evening chill thwarted. He had taken them to one of the vertical rock appendages at the base of the mountain, and here they stood behind him looking upon the sheer face of uncompromising granite. Velosh merely stood there silent for quite some time, until Ron ventured a discomfited expression at Peppa. “Be patient,” she silently mouthed more than spoke. Then Velosh's buzzing magnetic vibration increased immensely, as did his fiery aspect. Flames now jumped right from his body and he spoke an ancient tongue, “Larooona follaquintepe exsorcelliae mallocondorme opremsa!” the deep redounding echoing off the rock walls and conscious forest (which it was indeed, for Ron startled when he saw the surrounding trees draw nigh to their huddled space). The Ophanim's eyes were a bright white as brilliant as the noonday sun. A few moments of silence passed, then the ground rolled in a tumult and the rock hummed, the arms of the trees danced and shook. Peppa Fondtrain grinned in elation, and a light ray delineated the contour of a massive door on the granite face.

Grandiosely it buzzed and rumbled, then efficaciously opened in upon itself. Velosh's eyes resumed their sunset demeanor as he turned to them and said, “Please follow me.” Shaking with excitement, Peppa eagerly stepped to his heels; but Ron remained bolted. Who could blame him, she thought: this was all so far beyond comprehension, and entering beneath the earth can be disconcerting under any circumstances, much less one so weirdly enigmatic as this – and Velosh was far from the lilliputian sort. “Look to your heart, Ron Jurgis.....and you will see that I mean you no harm,” assured the giant as he laid forth his open palm in the direction of the abysmal cavern, and suddenly a string of descending torches wholly lit the unknown. The man stood in indecision for a spell, juxtaposing his familiar rational mind with his heart, his intuition. “If he brings us to hell, I'll never forgive you,” he gibed Peppa. Sometimes humor is trepidation's only true salvation.

Velosh laughed lordly and they entered Mount Shasta. Ron looked back tensely when the megalithic doors scraped shut. Their host turned to them with a humble grin, “Please stay close and do not wander. Dark entities lie in the nether-spaces here as well, as do mischievous elementals.” “We will,” replied Peppa. And so down and down they went, so intensely so that at any moment Ron almost expected to arrive at a molten core, whereupon he would burst into flames. The temperature did rise slightly to a more comfortable level, and the two loosened their waterproof shells and unzipped the underarm breathing compartments. They passed a bend and were met with a multitude of dazzling flashes, for here the walls were bedecked with glowing crystals of a complex assortment. At the sight, “Wohhhhhhhhhh!” escaped involuntarily from Peppa. “Yes. Are they not wonderful. These are the Qoeronna, the energy crystals of Gaia's Muladhara, her root chakra. They transmit the etheric energy flow from her golden crystal core to the celestial pyramids of higher creation.” And as they passed by, mesmerized by the spectacle, revolving in awkward ongoing circles in order not to miss a wonder as they went, the two humans felt their vibration quicken, the ecstasy begin to take hold; in fact, they both began to feel so physically elated, that the remedial task of placing one foot before the other became difficult as requiring attention to stay within the reality of their physical bodies. Velosh felt their harmonic rising, “You will feel the crystals quicken your energies. Just flow with it.......They are healing your bodies, bringing you into harmony with the creative thought-forms of the cosmos.”

'Who is Gaia?' thought Ron. “She is your earth mother, the living consciousness entity of this planet of creational thought experiment,” replied the Seraphim. “She is the female expression of polar energies, the mother-host of creative thought manifestation into physicality.” Ron felt too good to even be surprised at their guide reading his thought. “I see,” he responded in an uncomprehending manner; for the deep complexity of it all was yet too far for his somewhat materially Westernized mind to fully grasp. Velosh, omnipotently sensing all, offered, “More will come to the fore as we progress.” Ron nodded, eyes half open, floating in bliss.

Rounding another luminous corner, they entered onto a grand balcony of stone that looked down upon a tremendous congregation of Velosh's kin all turned up to them. “Welcome, children of the earth. We have been expecting you,” they all chimed in unison. Ron and Peppa, astounded, laughed joyously in dreamy disbelief; the prolific number of these higher beings humming now all around them, raised the magnetosphere higher yet, pushing their bodily excitations to still further limits. Like their caretaker, these too possessed hulking forms of light encompassed in a masculine mantle. There was one Seraphim at the head of this fray who was astoundingly larger than all the rest, and poured forth a more intense shining of fiery silhouette. All fell silent, even the humming, and he spoke: “With your coming to us, the prophesy stands true in the light. Your presence here is most auspicious in these times of woe.” Still vexed and overwhelmed, Ron roughly rubbed his eyes and opened them again, expecting it all to have disappeared as he was sure to startle awake from slumber in the reality and sensible safeness of his tent. But all remained phenomenal, as such is the true identity of the universe. “Long ago we put forth the request to send two humans, pure of heart, at this time of enigmatic transition – for even we Seraphim of the upper hierarchies of this time warp zone of unfolding consciousness are yet unknowing of what is to come. Peppa Fondtrain, and Ron Jurgis,.....your race has been manipulated by certain orders of fallen angelics, higher intelligences.....what many label as extra-terrestrials, for quite a long time in your linear counting. Are you aware of this?”

They both looked at one another, flummoxed, like adults who find out they were adopted thirties years later. Finally, “No,” they both chimed simultaneously. “Yes, unfortunately it is true: though most of the high intelligences of this universe are benevolent - they that want to help humanity spiritually evolve - thinking and living in harmony with the Creator's Cosmic Laws, there yet still exist those who have fallen into decadence and egoism.....moving against the divine will of creation, expansive polar harmony, balance. One of these races are the Annunaki. They come from the planet Nibiru, a ninth planet in your solar system. They are the ones who settled the Fertile Crescent, stepped up post-Atlantean human evolution, and built your civilizations of ancient Sumeria, Mesopotamia, Babylonia, and Akkad. The Annunaki have joined with a number of other fallen races in attempts to keep humanity enslaved; yet behind the scenes, they all endeavor to deceive and get one over on the other, which gives hope to our cause. Domination, greed, and subjugation of lesser intelligent species – all that is bombastic ego – has infected their souls. More you will come to know as the Creator's omniscience unfolds.”

Then there came a great rumbling and shaking of the inner earth. “Ahhhhhh!” screamed Peppa, clasping onto Ron, who she discovered was also trembling terribly; but to both their amazement no rock collapsed, not even the fall of a pebble. “The event is upon us,” declared the mighty Seraphim, whose name was Tuloo. “Will you help your fellow humans.....whatever the cost?” this last word echoing ominously in Ron's reeling mind. Peppa locked on her feet, torn by fear of the uncertain: for, 'What if this helping means that I'll have to toil in misery inside some dark mountain for 2,600 years?' She couldn't help contemplating those possible outcomes leaning more towards the stoically macabre, the tic of her Promethean psyche as having been reared in a staunchly disciplined military family. Her heart palpitated violently, whereby she thought she saw her breastbone actually reverberating; and she tried to keep her head, and listen to it. The mountain shook violently once again, then again right after:
Tuloo looked desperate. “Yes! Yes, I will,” she answered assuredly. Ron's mind however was caught in an altogether different pickle, and he fretted about multitudinous scenarios of odious destiny; some the likes whereby he was swept away by a leviathan, winged vampiric demon that hurdled him down to the stygian abyss, where the horde of deformed terribles commenced to rip him apart, or being shackled into space by one of the fallen angelics, doomed to bleed the rest of his days in a dim mine on some withered and depleted planet. 'Stay positive!....Stay positive!' his mind shouted. 'Evolution is spiritual, it's selfless giving and sacrifice.' The entire mass of Seraphim looked to him with compassionate patience. “I will,” he affirmed.

“You both do your race an ineffably magnanimous service,” soothed Tuloo in the rumble and chaos that had taken firm hold now. “The time is now. To the surface.....and the will of good!” As he finished this last word, they found themselves in the midst of the Seraphim in the center of the alpine meadow where their camp lay. The ground of Gaia's exterior crust shook and trembled as well; and above it all towered two radiating thrones of white crystal, two-hundred feet high or more. Velosh and Tuloo stood before them. “What do you need us to do?” asked Peppa meekly: for the sky was now churning and frothing in dark swirling clouds of Nebulae spectrum, some black, some purple, some an ominous swamp green, all of it enshrouded in a conflagration of electrical tumult. “We ask if you would volunteer for your race and sit upon the Thrones of Faith. Through the thrones your heart chakra will flow into all of us in helping to repel the fallen ones. As the dome above this energy center of earth reactivates, it also opens up myriad portals that the fallen thought-forms can see. Once this happens, they will try to enter and prevent the quickening of human consciousness through this dome. Seated here, your heart-faith, if it is true and genuine, will strengthen us, and you will be shielded as long as we survive.......But if faith and strength waver....., and we fall............., you fall too.” “And what happens then?!” belted Ron, distraught. “We all could be killed or imprisoned by the dark forces,” answered Velosh directly. Rumbling.....silence......lightening.......trembling.

“Ahhh, such is life,” confirmed Peppa, “no gain without a little chance. I'll do it.” “Me too,” rallied Ron. “We are part of something spectacular here, this much I know.” And in the next moment they found themselves sitting imperiously on high over the meadow and the reverberating Seraphim, Velosh hovering before them. “You will start to grow warm and electric,” he said. “Allow this pulse to flow through you, into your heart and out, focusing solely on love and compassion and a new way of life beyond all competition, the harmony of creative consciousness. Have faith in your cosmic creator, the Atma, the soul, the god that is in you, and faith in your fellow humans – this will energize all of us and the surrounding ether. And keep your eyes shut, no matter what you hear, for the terrors of the fallen can still your heart! Keep them shut....until you hear the calls of the dove – if we are victorious. This is the only instruction I am permitted to give. Above all, have faith.” And he smiled paternally, then turned and spread his enormous arms wide, palms open to the heavens. At this gesture the rest of the Seraphim ascended to his side, Tuloo at the fore.

And the mouth of heaven tossed and churned and the Seraphim conjoined in a cry: “Adonai Tsebeyoth! Adonai Tsebeyoth! Adonai Tsebeyoth..............!”; and so it was that the dome concretely revealed itself, grand and turquoise electric-blue, perfectly spherical over the mountain and its land. Ron and Peppa here felt themselves fused into the thrones, jolted into their emanating light radiation as if succumbing to high G-forces of propulsion; yet the energy felt benevolent and kind. As the Seraphim continued to call into space, inter-dimensional portals began to open up in circles of increasing crimson spirals scattered about the dome, and a terrible, odious sound went forth therein, a demonic tongue wielding the noise of thunder and careering avalanches. Horrifically these morphed into guttural enraged screams, and the fallen ones poured forth.

They streaked the air in grim ships of a cigar-shaped form. These vehicles were lined in many acute undulations of dark and foreign metal, and technical finery made of gold and silver for electro-magnetic conduction in the riding of light harmonic. On the nose, and all along the sides, projected weapons of inimical make, and immediately they shot forth seething lasers of hellfire red upon the Seraphim.

“Shaylooth!” cried Tuloo, as the host synchronously raised their arms in a cross. It was at the moment of impact then that a transparent shield of aqua-green encompassed them and absorbed the assault. The assailants pulled violently up to avoid collision with the breathing, wavy enigma, and as they did so the Seraphim wasted no time. Again, as if performing a choreographed dance of exactitude, they simultaneously rearranged their position to form a circle in front of their face with their hands; and as a multitude of the fallen sped toward them on a return attack run, the Seraphim called “Shivaaaaaaaaa!” through the circle of their hands. And from this hummed forth the most amazing spectacle: an increasing rounded wave, brighter than the noonday sun. Each defensive wave struck its intended target.....and what happened then was most strange indeed. The afflicted ships of the fallen ones did not explode or burst into flames, but were held captive, engulfed in a magnetic field of sorts. Frenetically they smashed and ricocheted off the forcefield, yet to no avail – they were trapped. There were the others, though, still lurking in the bleak clouds overhead; and these clouds had begun to spin ferociously, rocketing into space in a spiraling vortex of electrical maelstrom. As the Seraphim searched the skies they plummeted earthward, eructing a hail of red malice in their wake. Most of the earthly angelics were able to reset their shields in time, but there were a few beams that beat their mark, and with a great flash of blood-fire sent the targeted Seraphim reeling into the sky and across the meadow, landing in a smoldering heap.

“Nonglooooooo!” cried Velosh, relinquishing his shield and positioning to attack. “Shivaaaaaaaaa! Shivaaaaaaaaa! Shivaaaaaaaaa!” he emitted, quickly trapping three. He then turn around to see Tuloo being struck in the back by one of the malicious beams, his smoldering shell catapulted into the shadow of the outlying wood. Something broke inside of him, yet emotion was to be controlled by their order. Shielding himself, he called to Peppa and Ron, “Stay resolute and confident, my friends! Send us the powerful will of your hearts!” “I don't want to die, Ron!” screamed Peppa. “Keep to faith!” he called. “Concentrate! Do what he told us!” But Ron was terrified and wavering too. An intense humming drone then approached, and hovering directly in front of them was one of the terrible vessels. “What is that!? Ron! What is that!?” “Don't look, Peppa! Don't look! Keep your eyes shut!” For a brief moment it seemed to be studying them from the black mirror-like glare of its cockpit, and then it shot. The beam, however, was succinctly rebounded back at it, cutting the ship in half, their smoking remains screeching away from the force. Billowing smoke that hung on revealed the cylindrical form of a shield around the two humans.

“Shivaaaaaaaa! Shivaaaaaaaa!” went up the enravelling calls of the Seraphim; and the battle raged on like this, with casualties and captures mounting. The attacking ships criss-crossed and darted, fired and fled. “Bring it to an end!” redounded Velosh. “Give us all of your soul, all of the goodness of your heart!” But Ron and Peppa had begun to despair: the sounds of the tumult around them had bore into the depths of their darkest fears. “Stay stout! You are one with the Creator!” continued Velosh. Their insides seethed, as if their organs were being cooked. “I can't do it any longer!” cried Ron. “It hurts too much!” “We have to sustain!” returned Peppa. “We have to endure!” “Shivaaaaaaa!” Velosh spun and trapped an assailant as it was driving to his back and preparing to fire. “Go to love!” he assured. “Relinquish all fear and clinging to the limitations of what you know!” So Peppa and Ron dug deeper into their souls than ever they could have imagined, flowing into the pure essences of unity and divine selfless sacrifice. They knew what they must do. 'We give ourselves for our fellow humans,' they both thought these words in unison, as one; and while they came to this decision the Seraphim had ingathered into a tightly filled circle, raising their arms, in pyramidal fashion, high and toward the center. The ground convulsed and the waterways belched, and the ships raced from cover, sending out their death rays. Yet the host held fast and the quickening enshrouded them, a glinting white membrane of light, the quickening of the human soul. Resplendent and glorious, owning pure energy of the stars, the hosts' gathering propelled from its center an awesome tunnel of light into the apex of the dome. There was a lordly crackling of static, then waves of white-sand-blue light emanated downward from the dome, utterly consuming the vehicles of the fallen.

Smoke and ashes flitted along on the gentle night breezes of Mount Shasta. The conflagration was over. But the dome continued to breath and swell and transmute its cumulus forms, passing in swirls of purple to orange to jade to white, and some colors the two humans had never seen. Velosh had told them it was alright to open their eyes, and with another rumbling of Gaia they had. Ron and Peppa were flown back to the ground, each in one of Velosh's bulging arms of flame. Slowly descending, they saw the smote Seraphim returning to the host from the shadowy forest and other places from whence they fell – Tuloo smiled at the head. “Praise the Light!” yawped Velosh as he gently set the humans down. “Yahweh is good, my brother,” returned Tuloo with a smile. Then, turning grave, he looked to the sky and the entrapped fallen. “Are the portals sealed?” he rejoined. “Yes, my lord,” answered one of the host.

“What is to be done, lord Tuloo?” inquired Velosh. Tuloo paused gravely, looking heavily at the ground. All was silent in this moment, even the breeze, and the host, wearing expressions of grand and unsure expectation, looked and waited upon their leader. At last he raised his head, “They are to be recycled to one of the dust cloud worlds.” He raised his right arm, and with open palm, slowly began to make a fist, and, as he did this, the containment bubbles holding the fallen commenced to shrink, the ships along with it. They went berserk, pinging off the walls like a freshly caught fly; but to no avail......nothing would thwart the karmic consequences of defying Cosmic Law as such they had. The magnetic cages shrunk and shrunk until finally they faded like a dying star. “Are they dead?” inquired Peppa, meekly. “No,” answered Tuloo, “we, like the Creator, are incapable of ever harming another life-form. They have been recycled, to begin soul evolution anew on one of the dust-cloud worlds. Yet, it will be a harsh and unforgiving existence for aeons, an extremely tough go you might say, as this is the karmic ramifications they have brought upon themselves through their turpitude, their wrongful thought and action; ramifications necessary for the advancement of their soul evolution back to unity with the Creator and all light manifestations of Creation's divine will. That is what self-realization to the god within you brings.”

Tuloo looked up to the sky. They followed his gaze. Smashing frantically into the transparent walls in barrages of sparks, one vehicle of the fallen remained. “Here is the leader of this horde;” said Tuloo, “we must question him before he is relegated.” “What are they, extra-terrestrials?” followed Ron. Thunder cracked on high and the ground shifted. “They are the fallen angelic order of the Angeloi,” Velosh responded. “What much of humanity has labeled as extra-terrestrials, are in reality spiritual beings of the infinite hierarchies of the Creator. Most are benevolent; but some have been overtaken by their own egoism, and purposefully work against the Cosmic Laws of the Creator, using their advanced technology and knowledge of alchemy to manipulate lesser evolved genetic life and subjugate it on this earthly plane. Most of you humans they genetically stepped up from homo erectus (caveman) in southern Africa and the Fertile Crescent: they came here for gold, silver, and minerals, for they had depleted the life-force of their planet. They needed a primitive worker. Man was the solution. This Sumerian history far predates the Bible – which they have twisted. The story is there on stone tablets in your British Museum. These are the Annunaki, from the planet Nibiru of your solar system........and they have been playing in your world for a long time on your linear scale, using humans like worker bees. Their half-breeds are the royal bloodline of earth's global leaders. Different countries, different political states....it's all them behind the curtain, separating humankind through materialism and competition, terrorism and propaganda, divide and conquer their tenet. They are fourth-dimensional beings, and so also like to come into your world to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. That is partly how your aberrant giants, the Nefilim, were spawned.” Ron and Peppa could not even summon the slightest of responses: they simply stood there, their mouths slightly ajar in stupor.

Then Tuloo, lifting his right hand, guided the containment ball down before them. The captured vessel desperately flung itself pell-mell in every direction; and upon drawing closer, it was clear that its propulsion system operated by some means of harnessing local diamagnetic energy, for there was nothing the likes of a thrust mechanism to be seen anywhere on the exterior. It was about sixty feet in length and half that in width. As it was gently alighted on the verdant grass of the meadow, Velosh reached out with both hands and its power ceased, the craft fell motionless, and the force-field faded. While Velosh retained this stance, Tuloo made a flipping motion and the caliginous cockpit, almost indistinct from the rest of the ship, flew open with a rampageous might. There, held fast and suppressed by the mysterious power of Velosh, pinned into their seats, were two immensely tall, gargoyle-like reptilian beings. They snarled and contorted their aberrant visages in chagrin, the blackish-green of their minute scales juxtaposed against the omniscient light of the Seraphim; and, holding true to their skin, the eyes were large and snake-like. “Hsssssssssssssssssssss!” they lashed their heads, revealing grossly long, bifurcated tongues.

“No telepathy,” announced Tuloo, “we are going to speak, and use English as the channel, so that all may understand.” He paused for a moment, panning the space of glow that was his host huddled round, then continued, “What are the prerogatives of the Annunaki on earth at this stage of entering the Tree of Life?” The hideous pilots screeched and flailed, and pierced with looks of absolute hate; but powerful as the pounding ocean swath, akin to a consuming avalanche on course, the host roared in unison, and their malign display fell mute. “Answer! Or your fate will be harsher!” yelled Tuloo. Silence. The Annunaki rumpled their faces, obdurate; yet their fate was realized. “To depopulate the humans, and send their collective thought-forms away from unity, into negative entropy, and there keep the remainder of their subspecies bound in materialism and limited spiritual thought-mode,” hissed the being on the right. “May your thoughts and actions bring you back to harmonic vibration in your next round of existence,” said Tuloo. To this the Annunaki gnashed their slavering jagged teeth in a terrible shriek, for they knew what lay next. “Ahriman is incarnating!” screeched the other. “We control earth. The father has failed.” Velosh motioned and the magnetic ball engrossed them once more, their howls entombed like the shoveling over of grave dirt. Expediently it shrunk and they writhed, until all that remained was a minute star, no bigger than a firefly, and – poof!, it was gone.

Turning to Peppa and Ron with an empathetic look, “That was for you. We knew this,” said Tuloo, “but you needed to hear it directly.” The dome shivered and quaked, now turning an incandescent aqua-green the hue of the Aurora Borealis. They all looked up, reverent, humble. “Depopulate us? Why?” came Ron. “Because earth's human population has grown too large for them to systematically control - as they would like - any longer. You have a great opportunity upon you as spiritual beings in the entering of the Creator's Photon Band – as your scientists and mystics call it – an opportunity to think passed all illusions of self, competition, materialism and limitation. You can make the jump into higher evolved bodies of light, and harmonious communal living with other intelligences of your universe and beyond; you can enter into a new golden age, an entirely new paradigm of creative, cooperative existence of life expansion. Or, as a collective thought-form, humanity can allow itself to be driven further into negative chaos: separation, intolerance, and thought-form limitation by these denigrated higher intelligences, and so stay lowly and limited, working - and bound to - their material sphere, the Wheel of Samsara......which is where they want you.”

Peppa stood wide-eyed, smiling and bobbing with alacrity, as if manumitted from some inner chains deep within her subconscious; but Ron fell to his knees and covered his face, weeping. As many a sensitive mind could imagine, all of the phenoma, and now this harsh revelation of having been but a puppet on a string one's entire life, hit the man all at once: he was overwhelmed and beleaguered by hopeless despair confronting a life of willfully lived, yet obscured, deception. Kneeling beside him, Peppa gently wrapped an arm around his shoulder and squeezed, while tears ran through the cracks between his fingers. “It's o k, Ron......Just let it out. You're not alone.” The console seemed to trigger even deeper content of the psyche, and he sobbed more prodigiously. Pulling his hands away from his face, involuntarily convulsing and spastic from the intensity of the release, he cried out, “M-my who-whole life I've spent pursu-ing a lie. We're noth-nothing bu-but fucking worker-bee la-lab-rats!” Another unabated wave hit him, and he doubled over in whaling contortions; the Seraphim looked on with wrinkled foreheads of fire, lamenting and compassionate. “Though this may offer you little comfort,” spoke Tuloo softly, “you both volunteered to incarnate at this stage of human evolution, to help awaken humanity and manumit it from this bondage. Right now you don't remember this, but soon, you will. If it is any consolation, you came to realize these deceptions by your own fruition in your most recent past lifetime.” Asudden the sky, rolling in evermore brightening clouds of prolific color, let loose an elongated and tremendously loud sigh, an extremely anthropomorphic sigh. The Seraphim verily looked up, the two humans following their lead. “Gaia is calling:” affirmed Velosh, “the time is now.”

And the mystical clouds gathered into a circular mass, high, and directly above the apex of the mount, then pulled back directly in the center, so that there was a circle within the circle; in which emanated a cosmic light of blinding force and effulgence. Tortured, expectant minutes hung on like this for the humans, minutes ridden with thoughts the like of: 'Is this it, are we to be consumed by fire and wrath? Is this the Rapture, the second coming? The Creator must be furious with our selfish decadences; and then that awesome light spilled onto the mountain, like some ethereal inoculation of the divine, swimming over the rock and earth and growing life with an imbuing of its crystal radiance, until it swept over everything under the dome.

“Is this heaven? It must be!” exclaimed Ron, looking down at his white-glowing arms and hands, his new bioluminescent skin, radiating and electrified; in fact, he was so drunk on god-energy and its higher vibration, that he was certain he could summit the mountain in a single bound, simultaneously feeling nothing but love and compassion for all, even his newly acquainted oppressors. Peppa danced gloriously: spinning and twirling, then abruptly shifting positions into a locked form of suspension on one arm – an incredibly superhuman feat – the whole display seeming like some bygone primeval ritual
of a long-distant past. Even the Seraphim were enshrined in a brighter hue of pure light, and they too danced about rapturously, some of them eventually taking to the air in speedy and wondrous electric flight. And the engulfing energy continued from the ground until it contacted the outer delineation of the dome, and then it diffused upward becoming the essence of the dome itself, transmuting the covering to its lambent light. Harmonic vibration abounded, the higher ether buzzed, and the Creator-flow, to the merry yet wary vexation of the two humans, continued to increase; for, though they were physically and psychically higher than they had ever even imagined, they began to feel as though they were spiritually and physically unprepared for such a divine pulse, and that they might literally explode out of their skin or combust in a poof of gray static smoke.

“Stay grounded!” yelled Velosh. “You will want to leave your bodies; but stay grounded!” The wind picked up now, the trees swayed and bent, the grasses slithered, and Peppa's regal golden hair whipped and straightened in the zephyr. “Your karmic acceleration is reaching a crescendo;” followed Tuloo, “release all your built-up negativity and return it to the elemental realm of Gaia! See into cosmic foreverness, limitless forms of life and beauty.....see beyond all limitation!” And on this last word the tremendous energy cinched into them entirely, coursing and fluxing through them on an atomic level of light coding (those evolutionary gifts of the higher orders, Velosh had told them in passing), pulling their very soul toward the far-reaches of the heavens.

“Do not go yet!” called Velosh. “You are needed here a little longer....to help your fellow humans know their true story....their true history! To know their controllers, to realize their thought connection with Gaia, the cosmos, and the spirit world...., only then can they move forward out of self and materialism, into an entirely new multi-dimensional paradigm of galactic....universal experience!” “Aaaaahooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried Peppa. “I need to let go! I want to leave this place, this tragedy called society and living down here!” “It is all soon to change!” Tuloo now rejoined. “But work is needed of you, here, in the last days of this cycle!” “Eeeeeeaaaaaaahh hhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Ron; shaking wildly, his hands were in the air and his eyes had rolled back into his head – yet there was a gaping, pervasive smile across his visage. “Ron, stay with us! Stay with the earth; Gaia needs you here! Your family needs you!”

The two humans convulsed and glowed and smiled wide, and the Seraphim noticed that pure bodies of light were gradually starting to wisp upward from the crowns of their heads; Velosh, uncharacteristic of his spiritual way of controlling emotion, here betrayed a frown. He turned to Tuloo, telepathically sending his thought, 'Humanity cannot lose them yet.' Tuloo did not respond, merely smiled in some tranquil, divine knowing. And then it all stopped, the dome, the shaking, and the wind; all that remained of this cosmic event was the streaming of light onto Shasta's peak. Ron and Peppa fell to the grass in a grinning unconsciousness. Velosh sighed, his angst mollified by the dome's abatement. 'Control your thoughts, my brother. All is the Creator's divine will of evolution, no matter what we prefer as an easier route for ourselves,' Tuloo communicated to him. Velosh bowed his head in reverent penitence.

Following a short span of anticipation by the rest of the Seraphim, the humans eventually stirred and sat up; they wore looks of elation, as though they were entirely reborn, emancipated, enlivened by this new-sprung electric etheric blood-flow. Charged light radiation of their more spectacular cloak, the angelics hovered over them in a perfect circle, and the hooting of owls commenced to gather in the encompassing wood. Ron and Peppa had resumed their normal aspects. Examining his hands and arms, then feeling his face, Ron asked the host, “Are we dead?” “I feel amazing!” rejoiced Peppa. “Far from, my brother; the first stage of cellular recapitulation has been endowed upon you by a higher council of light of the mid-heavens. In layman's terms, your light harmonic vibration has been quickened, stepped up to the next higher frequency. This will help you with the challenges that lay ahead,” answered Velosh. And though before all this an explanation of the sort would have left Ron disquietly cogitating aimlessly, oddly enough to his own awareness, he understood precisely what Velosh was trying to convey. “I understand. Thank you, Velosh.....Thanks to all of you!” he declared confidently, and Peppa echoed the same. Then he and Peppa shot to their feet, surging blissfully in their nascent invigorated bodies.

“Hold strong in these times ahead,” encouraged Tuloo, “for the beginning of the chaos is about to set upon humankind; the fallen orders are culminating their plan of depopulation and downward spiral of human thought – negative entropy. They are the elite behind the curtain of global economics, industry, western medicine, the war machine, even entities like NASA. Having achieved a certain degree of immortality, the fallen orders, like the Annunaki, have had thousands upon thousands of years to experiment on and dissect the human psyche, culling what works best in swaying you, en masse, to any particular direction that suits their whim; and here they have discovered that fear is your prime motivator. And so they introduced god's wrath and creation of hell into the Bible. They are behind most of the terrorist plots, to ascend fear and bring human thought and vibration low, for thought manifests as reality. There were great cataclysms that occurred in the final stages of your last Atlantean epoch, and these archetypal fears still reside within your collective subconscious. The fallen ones know well of the Mayan Calendar and that you are now, through the cosmic Wheel of Life, the full circle of evolution, re-experiencing this period of uncertainty. Many have not fully processed this subconscious content, thus the fear; and so the fallen capitalize on this: even by creating earthquakes with their sinister and ruinous HARP technology. They deleteriously pine to warp the end of the Mayan Calendar into an apochryphal prophecy of doomsday apocolypse, when, in reality, it is your entering into the Photon Band of enormously higher vibrational energy pouring out of the black-hole center of the Milky Way, a chance to make a tremendous evolutionary jump, to become higher light consciousness, like the true Christ, Buddha, Mohammed, Zoroaster, and Sai Baba who is with you now. You could leap into an entirely new paradigm of existence in this opportunity, one beyond their competition and control.....their slavery. They can't have that.”

Riveted, Peppa and Ron hung on every word, the former pressing her hands to her heart. “Remember, all is thought – all matter, everything,” coupled Velosh. “Think and act abiding by the Creator's Cosmic Laws, and your thoughts will manifest. Freeing yourself from any notion of victim-hood, think to this new expansive golden age with love and compassion, hope and tolerance, and more assistance will come to you from infinite dimensions. Now, it is your duty to awaken your fellow humans to the truth of their history; as star seeds, this is what you volunteered for when incarnating into this period of human evolution. For now, it is time for us to go. Know that we love you all very much, and want to see you join the universal family of infinite life. Many high intelligences eagerly await humanity's arrival into these higher existences of peace and harmony.” “Please don't leave us! We need your help. We can't do this alone!” beseeched Ron anxiously. “Where are you going?” followed Peppa. “You are not alone, Ron Jurgis: there are many other humans aware of these deceptions, and multitudes in the cosmos who are trying to help. We will still be helping you.....but from another realm for now. The Galactic Council has summoned us to another station where we are needed. Remember the magnanimous message of Christ: love is the only answer....as He yet loved his oppressors. Go to Sai Baba in India. He is an Avatar with you now, of that same dimensional plurality, that same yoke of the Christos, the Spirits of Fire. He will guide you and fill your cup with succor. Bring others to this holy place, for the dome is reactivated. Go to the other chakras as well: the Great Pyramid, Glastonbury Tor, Mount Kailas, and the others; they will further activate the consciousness energies of your body.”

Tuloo and Velosh, in turn, lifted both humans in a gentle hug. Tears trickled down the cheeks of both mortals, tears of uncertainty and joy. After setting them down, Velosh said, “We shall climb Gaia's root chakra one last time. Sai Ram.” “Goodbye,” said Ron, “we'll miss you.” “Peace and love,” followed Peppa. “Thank you.” And the entire host smiled wide and bowed, then commenced their lumbering march up the mount, Tuloo and Velosh joining at the rear. Their gait was quiet and calm, steeped in their loving farewell to their home, yet they made speedy headway up the monolithic face with the capaciousness of their strides.

And the two humans sat in the fluffy loam and watched their entire march, the march of the Seraphim; and in the bright intensity of their massive contours, they followed them all the way to the summit, where the angels walked into the light and disappeared.