The regal Akhenaten, in a simple, knee-length, ivory shendyt, slipped off his sandals. He sat down and crossed his legs, relaxing into a lotus position under a majestic oak tree outside the Temple of Research. The distinctive oop-oop-oop call of a hoopoe bird circling above did not distract him, even as the bird’s broad and rounded wings beat gracefully and carried it into a nest box mounted between two branches of the tree.
“M-master Akhenaten?” came a hesitant voice. Kendra, a young girl in the simple temple garment of a neophyte, her chestnut hair wrapped in golden threads bouncing with her stride, cautiously approached Akhenaten. Kendra was determined to possess the gift of looking through the Infinity Portal. But she had yet to test her skills. The training necessary to prepare her for the task was extremely demanding. Neophytes needed to learn to go beyond intellectual understanding and into intuition, and many did not make it through the preparation. But Kendra had worked diligently and with great devotion. She lived within a temple of seers, the home to all women who accepted the rigors of the temple as their way of life. It was a devotion she loved.
“Yes, Kendra. What can I do for you?” said Master Akhenaten, looking up at the girl.
Kendra was surprised that the master knew her name. She was not aware that her progress had come to the attention of many of the masters. “Theresa of Avila suggested you might be able to help me. Do you have a moment?”
“She did? Then, of course, I do.” Akhenaten cocked his head to one side, his brow furrowing in thought. “Have you completed your training in the seer’s temple, then?”
Kendra nodded solemnly, but Akhenaten could see the girl’s excitement swirling in her aura. “I have. So, I was wondering if you might take me on as your student and show me how a Light Traveler sees through time.” Kendra paused expectantly, but Akhenaten’s face revealed nothing to her.
She took in a deep breath and pressed on, hoping to convince the master that she was worthy. “I learned that these travelers come to bring a special balancing; to help transmute the negativity of the people they serve in each period in history.”
“I see,” Akhenaten said. “Well, you are correct in your understanding of the role of a Light Traveler.” The master paused, considering his next words. “However, In addition to bringing this balance, we teach the virtues of keeping one’s word, personal integrity, unconditionally loving, as well as holding a consciousness of upliftment. These are all supportive of preparing people to know their true selves. And necessary for self-knowing, I might add.”
Kendra nodded as awareness dawned within her. “Hmmm. Of course. It’s clear from my studies that this is what travelers do. I just hadn’t put it together until you said that.”
Akhenaten’s face remained serious. “Good. I see the keywords I spoke stimulated understanding in you.”
Encouraged, Kendra looked down modestly. “Thank you for the awareness. I can understand that those qualities impart the strength for people to advance to even higher levels of awareness.”
“You’re welcome.” Master Akhenaten gestured for Kendra to sit in front of him on the carpet of grass. “But before I decide whether to accept you as a student of the Infinity Portal, I think there are some things we need to discuss.”
Nodding, Kendra sat and tried to prepare herself for whatever test Akhenaten might have for her. She had worked hard and felt ready to meet any challenge, but being accepted by Master Akhenaten was a huge step in her advancement, and she felt nervous. Despite the unease, her curiosity was insatiable, and she couldn’t help but state, “What you just said brought some things to mind.”
Akhenaten’s eyebrows rose quizzically. “Oh?”
Kendra forged ahead, aware that the master’s time was not to be wasted. But she was burning with a desire for knowledge. “Yes, may I ask you some questions?”
Akhenaten stroked his chin thoughtfully, then inclined his head. “If I am to evaluate your worthiness to be my student, then you also have the right to see if I am the one you want to be your teacher.”
Kendra was slightly taken aback at Akhenaten’s practical thinking on the matter, but quickly regained her composure and asked, “Well, first of all, how did you become a Light Traveler?”
Akhenaten laughed out loud, and Kendra cringed inwardly, fearing her question might seem frivolous to the great teacher. But he did not seem put off. “It was surely not something I set out to do,” Akhenaten said, settling back against the tree. “On the Earth plane, I ruled the country of Egypt. They called me Pharaoh Amenhotep IV. In a dream, God asked me to build the city Amarna—a place comparable to a ‘New Jerusalem.
“God spoke to you?” asked Kendra, awed by the concept.
“It was in a dream, as I said. That’s one of the things you will be challenged with as you learn and grow; how to recognize what is given to you as you travel in your dreams.”
“So, you weren’t sure if it was God or not?”
Akhenaten solemnly shook his head. “The only way you can be sure of what you hear in your dreams is to test them out in the world. To become a ‘spiritual scientist.’”
Kendra took in a deep breath and tried to grasp the implications of what Akhenaten had experienced. “So, you had a city built based on a dream?”
A small smile appeared on Akhenaten’s lips. “Well, I was the pharaoh, so I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone.” Then Akhenaten became serious again. “Not only did I build a new city, but I was also inspired to introduce new teaching: monotheism; the knowledge of one God. His name was Aten. And I became Akhenaten.”
“Changing a peoples’ belief sounds like a daunting task,” Kendra said, her brows furrowing.
Akhenaten nodded. “I would not have thought it possible. But since a radiant being had communicated this to me through Light and sound, I knew that not only could I do it, I had to do it. My knowing was that strong.”
Akhenaten seemed to gaze into the far past, remembering, “As Akhenaten, I turned Egyptian tradition upside down. And those changes were not welcomed by most of my people.”
Falling more in-depth into the story, Kendra asked, “So what did you do about that?”
Akhenaten shrugged. “There was little I could do but hold to the integrity of the vision I was given.” He sighed. “My ‘heresy’ was rejected entirely. And the punishment was handled with swiftness, an efficiency I would have admired had the results not been my murder.” Then Akhenaten smiled and looked at Kendra. “But the seed was planted. And the seed of Truth can grow, even when the soil is less than welcoming to it.”
Kendra hesitantly smiled back. “So, you’re saying that people don’t choose to be Light Travelers, but the Spirit chooses them?”
“It’s something like that,” Akhenaten said with a chuckle. “It’s more like who we are—the soul—prepares, but we may not be consciously aware of it when we reembody.”
Kendra let that concept sink in, then, with a slight shake of her head, pressed on. “Well, I know that there have always been Light Travelers on the Earth, but I don’t know much about them. You were a king... are all the travelers’ people of high stature?”
Not unkindly, Master Akhenaten chuckled. “Not at all. Some have been poets, writers, scientists, philosophers, and teachers on the Earth plane. Others have led such ordinary lives that they went virtually unnoticed, even as they anchored this powerful energy of Light into the physical realm.”
“What do you mean that they ‘anchored’ this Light?” Kendra immediately asked. She was fascinated and delighted that Master Akhenaten was willing to be so forthcoming. While very loving, these teachers of the Light and sound were not often this responsive to the questions of their students—possibly because once started, the issues could be endless. But Akhenaten seemed content to satisfy Kendra’s curiosity at least a little further.
“The Father-Mother-God extends Its Light and sound everywhere. On the Earth plane, it is necessary for a physical body to receive and allow this energy to flow into that level. That is what Light Travelers do.”
Understanding dawned in Kendra’s eyes, so Akhenaten continued. “At special times in human evolution, a traveler is given the keys to soul transcendence: The practices that awaken the awareness of oneself as a soul and as more than that, knowing their oneness with God. This is not a theoretical understanding, but the actual experience of that living reality.”
“Is that what you taught, Master Akhenaten?” Kendra wanted to know.
Akhenaten shook his head but smiled. “I did not teach that when I was Pharaoh because people were not at the stage of their development to be able to know that. The inner mysteries of Light and sound were mostly secret for many centuries until a Light Traveler who became known as Jesus embodied.”
Once again, Kendra nodded. Jesus was known to all the neophytes. “During his lifetime,” Akhenaten continued, “he made the inner wisdom available to the masses. After that, the spiritual knowledge was available to anyone who awakened to the Truth within.”
As Kendra allowed the wisdom, she had been receiving to settle within her. Akhenaten made a gesture while holding his consciousness on a secret, sacred thought and conjured an Infinity Portal. “Now let us consider the history of the Shamir Stone,” the master said as the Portal sprang into being. Despite wanting to impress Akhenaten, Kendra gasped. She knew this was the test Akhenaten would use to evaluate her readiness to be his student. Any sense of confidence she had gained as the master had spoken so freely with her evaporated as the gateway solidified, and tension filled the girl. This was far too important to make even a single error. Just because Akhenaten had summoned the entrance did not mean she would be able to see the visions it presented. It was up to her to maintain the requisite singleness of focus for as long as the master instructed her.
The Portal itself was the size of an open book. Its surface had the appearance of a mirror cut from a large, precious stone polished to crystal smoothness. The students training to be seers would gaze within these Portals throughout their training. They would see the colors and the light and symbols of the spirit world. Their vision would deepen to the vibration and intensity of the world around them. They would feel, hear, and see in their Portal the emanations of the higher realms of spirit. Daily meditations and inner spiritual exercises would strengthen their ability. It was momentous that Akhenaten had opened a Portal for Kendra. She knew every bit of her training would be called upon to maintain her connection to it.
Master Akhenaten gestured again, and the Portal projected the holographic sacred geometric pattern of the Flower of Life. The floating flower pulsed energy all around.
Akhenaten closed his eyes and blessed the Portal. “We call forward and bless the history of the Shamir Stone for the highest good.” Akhenaten touched the center of the Portal, causing the geometric pattern to spin, saying, “I will use the history of the Shamir Stone to show how we search through time. The Flower of Life Portal is only for advanced initiates; those who have demonstrated the ability to focus through time.”
The master touched Kendra at the middle of her forehead, and she felt a tingling sensation. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them as Akhenaten said, “Let’s see if you can hold the energy long enough to follow the story as we go along.”
Kendra gazed more closely at the Portal. Despite her anxiety, her amber eyes sparkled with excitement. She had learned that touching a Portal without a blessing would not open the door of time. Only creating a clear, heartfelt intention would bring the best results.
As the Portal surface showed scenes of events through time, Akhenaten began explaining the mysterious Shamir Stone. “The Shamir was one of ten mysterious artifacts created by God at twilight upon the sixth day of creation. It is a supernatural worm the size of a single grain of barleycorn. Its gaze is so powerful that it can cut through any material with ease; even through diamond itself, the hardest substance on Earth. Such a wondrous creature God entrusted to the hoopoe bird. It was charged with serving the Shamir whenever and wherever the time came.”
Akhenaten pointed to the bird's nest above in the oak tree. “His species is to protect the Shamir from all harm. Hoopoes are not supernatural. They are widespread throughout places called Europe and Asia on the Earth plane.”
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