Arka was preparing for his morning meditation when he noticed a messenger striding toward him from across the garden. Dressed in black linen trousers and shirt with the Black Sun symbol on each collar, the female soldier from Aryan came to a stop in front of the priest-scientist and stood at rigid attention.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir. General Tora-Fuliar ordered me to deliver this to you immediately.” She extended a paper bearing the seal of the Aryan High Command. Arka thanked the soldier and dismissed her. His eyes widened, as he read the message from his twin brother, Raka, who had been missing for some weeks.
My Dear Brother,
I expect you may be wondering what has become of me since my recent disappearance from Atlantis. I assure you, I am fine... no, better than fine. In fact, I am prospering on Aryan in my new position as Supreme High Commander of all Aryan forces.
You might wonder how I was able to accomplish such a feat considering your low (and inaccurate) opinion of me. Let’s just say that I had a little help from the Draconian DNA. (I presume you are aware that I had taken it.) With my innate intellect and savvy, I was able to “convince” the Aryan leadership that I was the man (loosely speaking) for the job. As you can imagine, I am so much more than a man now.
Please accept this letter as notice that, under my leadership, the Aryans will be assuming control of the temples and power crystals of Atlantis. I look forward to our next meeting, where you may kneel at my feet out of respect for my accomplishments and in awe of my power.
Your loving brother,
Arka’s face went pale. His brother had fallen from God’s grace into the darkness of greed and power. Not only is Atlantis in danger, but the entire planet is also doomed if Raka gets ahold of the Firestone Crystal. As he folded the letter and put it in his tunic pocket, Arka tried to hold back his feeling of fear. Before he could consider next steps, he needed to center himself and align with his higher self. Despite his brother’s revelations, he was eager to prepare for the day. He recently had been made aware through meditation that he would be receiving an exceptional guest today.
* * *
As Albert and Johann clasped hands, Ezekiel uncloaked the Atlas, exposing its Light from the Holy of Holies. He touched the screen of the Crystal Lux Portal. The holographic gateway opened, and the illumination beam pulled their etheric bodies into the vessel.
The silver-haired pilot focused on manipulating the craft’s holographic controls, motioned for his passengers to sit behind him. Albert was trying to look everywhere at once. Then, he heard Johann cleared his throat. “Uh, Albert.”
With a wry look, Johann pointed to their still-clasped hands.
“Oh, right,” Albert laughed, letting go. “But... look at this... whatever it is,” he said, gesturing to the glowing interior of the craft.
“This is an energetic vessel called an Ark, Albert.” Ezekiel completed his course setting for the ship as he spoke. “It is something of a metaphor, actually, and allows us to travel through the constructs of time and space.”
The pickup accomplished, Ezekiel gestured over the control panel, and the golden ship disappeared into another dimension of time.
“But... How?... What?...” Albert tried to formulate a complete question.
Ezekiel held up a hand. “Easy, my friend. Let me try to make sense of things for you.”
“Yes, that might help.” Albert tried to relax
Johann leaned forward to listen as well. While he had a fair amount of experience being on the inner realms of Light, this travel through time was new to him.
“Okay, let’s see,” Ezekiel said with an easy smile. “First off, my name is Ezekiel. Like Moses, Jesus, Akhenaten, and others, I am what’s called a traveler, or Mystical Traveler. We have a specific role to play in the spiritual evolution of mankind.”
Albert’s eyes widened. “Wait, Ezekiel, as in ‘Ezekiel saw the wheel’ Ezekiel?”
Ezekiel’s laugh was friendly. “Yes, that would be me.”
Having now worked with several spiritual masters, Johann was not surprised. Albert, on the other hand, was still working on it. “Uh, o-o-o-kay...” he said, trying to process it all.
“You, Herr Einstein,” Ezekiel continued, “also have a part to play in the unfolding evolvement of humanity. That’s why you are here.”
“I think you’ve made a mistake,” Albert interjected. “I’m just a student.”
“Yes, that’s what you’re doing now…well, at least at this moment in your present time and space. But you have a destiny, Albert, and we travelers are assigned to assist you in realizing it.”
“Destiny? I’m not so sure I believe in that.”
“Reasonable enough,” Ezekiel responded, “but let me ask you a question. What is consuming you? I know it’s not studying outdated science.”
Albert rolled his eyes. “Of course not. I am working on proving certain theories of light, time...” Albert was suddenly struck by where he was and that he was moving in a dimension other than his own. “...and space,” he concluded haltingly.
Ezekiel smiled as he watched Albert’s realization unfold. “So, do you know why you have such a burning interest in these things?”
Albert could only shake his head, his mind still struggling to grasp the immensity of what he was experiencing.
“Well,” Ezekiel said, “like destiny, this may challenge your scientific beliefs and your typical demands for tangible proof in the material world.”
“Go on,” Albert said.
Ezekiel chuckled again. “Well, suppose—just suppose—that you are getting glimpses into a past life you had.”
Albert started shaking his head, but Ezekiel continued. “And in that life, you were a scientist working with light, time, and space. Suppose you have been having memories about what you learned in that lifetime.”
“I’m going to need some time to think about that,” Albert declared, rubbing his temple to try and alleviate a headache beginning to pound in his head.
Ezekiel felt only compassion for his new student. “Take all the time you need. I know this challenges your analytical mind. But I think you’re getting a sense that there’s a lot more going on than what the mind can readily grasp. Why don’t you relax for a bit and digest everything?”
Albert was relieved to be able to retreat into his thoughts and consider everything he had heard. After about twenty minutes, the pilot beckoned Albert and Johann over to watch as millennia of time passed on the Crystal Lux Portal.
Albert was struck with a thought as he watched. “If things are as you say, then shouldn’t we be able to move through time instantaneously?”
Ezekiel nodded approvingly. “Excellent, Herr scientist. But remember, this craft is only a metaphor. It would be too distressing to the conscious mind to have things appear simultaneously, so we operate in conjunction with the constructs that the conscious mind accepts.”
Albert was satisfied for the moment, and Ezekiel announced that they had arrived at their intended destination; Atlantis 10,400 BCE, by his reckoning. Albert watched as the traveler manipulated the holographic controls of their craft and it came to rest in a luxurious botanical garden with flowering trees, a lily pond, and water fountains. As the craft’s port opened, the smell of jasmine greeted Albert’s senses.
Ezekiel remained in the craft as Johann and Albert exited and looked around. For Johann, Atlantis was not all that different from the inner realm school environments where he had been studying. But Albert was awed by the scene in front of him. In one location, tall Atlanteans walked a labyrinth in devotional reflection. In other areas, people walked and talked as they made their unhurried way to the temples of learning and healing that dotted the landscape. An aura of peace and tranquility pervaded.
Their attention was drawn to a blond fellow in a short emerald tunic who was sitting in a meditative posture in a grotto near where they were standing. As they watched, the man’s etheric body extended from his physical space and approached them. He waved, saying, “Welcome to Atlantis. My name is Arka.”
Albert scratched his perpetually unruly brown hair and looked up in awe of the Atlantean.
Remembering his assignment, Johann pulled himself together. “Thank you for coming to receive us. My name is Johann, and I am studying with the travelers.” Urging his friend forward, he said, “May I introduce Albert Einstein?”
Arka extended his hand and looked Albert in the eye. When their palms and gaze met, Albert felt a gentle jolt. “Nice to meet you, Arka.... But I feel like I already know you.”
Arka smiled and inclined his head as he guided the boys to a nearby bench. “I understand, Albert. And I need you to listen to what I have to say with an open mind, as best you can.”
Albert shook his head ruefully. “I’m getting that a lot today.” He took in a breath and said, “Just go ahead, and I’ll see how I do.”
Arka launched into his explanation. “Do you accept the idea of reincarnation—well, re-embodiment, actually?”
Albert shrugged. “I have heard the concept. I can’t say I believe it.”
“Fair enough. Now then, many people who think of such things believe we are a body that has a soul. But the fact is, we are souls having a human experience. Our souls extend into human bodies throughout time to gain knowledge. Can you, for the time being, accept that?”
Albert looked at Arka and considered the question. “Until today I would have said no. But I feel like the whole foundation of what I believe is being shaken, so, for the moment, let’s say that I will entertain this idea.”
Albert could only nod and retreat into his thoughts to consider what he had heard.
“Okay, good.” Arka rewarded Albert with a smile. “So, here’s the situation: our souls are gaining experience through us while we are alive, and it is gaining experience through you when you are alive.”
Albert blinked as he silently absorbed what Arka had said. “So, you’re saying...”
“Yes, we share this soul. And it is bridging ideas from your past to your awareness in your time.”
Despite Albert’s dazed look, Arka continued. “Before a soul reembodies, a spiritual plan is agreed upon. It includes many things, like which experiences the soul will need to progress, and which parents will be able to provide those experiences.”
Johann, who had been studying these things, knew his friend was having a hard time coming to grips with all this information. He had confidence, though, that Albert would come to see the truth of it all.
“I believe you have been brought here, Albert, to quicken your awareness of the principles of light, space, and time,” Arka finished.
“So,” Albert said, “this is like a class for me, so I can bring the information to my time and then expand on it?”
“Well, yes... and no,” Arka said. “We are discussing all of this in our etheric bodies. I am doing it consciously, but, as I understand it, you are not doing it intentionally. So, what you will learn here will go into your unconscious and subconscious mind, where it will present itself to you from time to time. In a sense, you will experience it as inspiration or intuition.”
Arka was struck with an idea. “I know all of this is challenging for you, Albert. How about I give you a small demonstration of some of the work we are doing here on Atlantis. Would you like that?”
Albert nodded. “Something tangible would certainly help.”
Arka reached out. “May I see your arm, Albert?”
Albert slowly extended his damaged arm toward the priest-scientist. “It’s pretty badly burned, so please be careful.”
Arka tenderly unwrapped the gauze bandage. “While I work with your etheric body, Albert, the results will filter down to your physical body in your own time.” Arka could now clearly see the large, crusted scab forming on Albert’s scorched arm. It was clear there would be quite a scar. Arka closed his eyes and quietly prayed, “I call forward the Light of God and the Masters of Light and healing.” The priest-scientist was fully relaxed as his love poured forth from within his sacred heart and he held his palm over Albert’s damaged arm. “I ask if it is for the highest good for Albert, that his arm be healed.” Almost immediately, the angry red skin under the scab began to take on a healthier pink glow. Arka gently touched the crust and saw that it was no longer attached to Albert’s arm. He carefully lifted it to reveal utterly normal skin underneath.
Bewildered, Albert looked up at Arka. “Oh, how did you do that?”
“Love is the healer. I simply made a request.”
Albert looked at Johann. “Unbelievable!”
“Believe it, Albert.” Johann smiled. “You are enough of a scientist to observe evidence, even when it goes against your
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