The Serpent's Song

by S. Robertson

  “That’s a bit strong,” came Morgan’s defensive reply, “I’d like to believe our group is its best representative and that there is room for improvement.”

  “There, Dylan, always count on Morgan to see the positive side,” came Wolfram’s calming reply. “But let’s agree we’ve been given something to think about. It’s also helpful to see ourselves from someone else’s perspective, it’s supposed to help us grow.”

  Andrew concluded, “The challenge is for us to see how today’s information fits into the broader picture. Maybe our next session will give us a glimpse of Myttrwn’s plan.”

  With the easing of tension, the conversations took a lighter note. Yet, for most the effects from music, words, thoughts and intentions on their personal energy and health would remain, causing them to rethink certain choices.

  * * *

  The House of Life

  Decision time. Angi walked purposely towards her appointment with Myttrwn and Sirona. She appreciated their restraint and was not surprised to find them both present when she arrived at Myttrwn’s lab.

  Myttrwn’s calm greeting displayed interest but no pressure, “I expect Angi you have something to tell us.”

  “I have,” came Angi response, knowing perfectly well that both Myttrwn and Sirona already knew what she was about to say from the moment she entered the lab. Determined, she reassured herself with, “I don’t care if they know or not, I’m going to verbally state my position for the record.” Then she said, “While I remain uneasy as to what may lie ahead, I will proceed with the training. Perhaps it will give me insight into why I am here.”

  Sirona smiled. Her assessment of Angi had been correct.

  Devoid of emotion, Myttrwn’s only reply was, “Very good, then let’s get started. Today, Angi, we’ll work on the basics. The ultimate goal is that you will eventually be able to operate the medallion with your thoughts. Prior to your arrival, Sirona kept me informed on how you were progressing with the medallion. Now, for my own records I need to conduct a few tests.”

  But before commencing, Angi wanted answers to a few niggling questions, and asked, “Myttrwn, I was wondering if we will be covering all seven levels of the medallion during my first visit to your kingdom?” Thinking to herself she continued, “With no program prospectus I’m just going to ask questions.”

  Myttrwn read her thoughts and responded, “Depending on my assessment, we will likely have time for the first and maybe some of the second level training. After that, each time you visit our kingdom we will continue with the other levels. Know that levels four to seven may take more time as they are quite difficult.”

  “That’s a relief,” thought Angi, “I prefer bite size learning units.” Not wanting to let go of the opportunity she pressed on, “I’m curious, how many people have a level seven medallion?”

  In a flash Myttrwn realized Angi wanted to know how many she might encounter with similar powers and responded, “There are very few, Angi. As I said before, most medallion wearers operate at level three, and are usually senior elders who have come through a rigorous training program either in our kingdom or elsewhere in our universe. The few who have had a level seven medallion, were usually specially chosen spiritual leaders of a group of people either on the verge of a long period of evolutionary turmoil or entering a new stage of enlightenment. Your medallion has survived over two thousand years of the Kali Yuga guarded by different spiritually minded individuals. There are no other medallions of level three or higher on your planet. You are unique.”

  Weighing his remarks, Angi replied hesitantly, “So, I’m unique. That’s not what I wanted to hear. From your comments I seem to be bereft of some major credentials. I’m not a senior elder, a spiritual leader nor do I have years of medallion or similar training or experience. Sirona indicated that the ancient Druid medallion wearers had twenty or more years of training and experience. As such, I would have had to start my training at birth. I expect the Dwapara Yuga is what is meant by a new stage of enlightenment, and my knowledge of that is abysmal. As I see it, there are some gaping holes in my qualifications which supports my misgivings as to why I was chosen in the first place. Nevertheless, I remain committed. I am counting on your wisdom, Myttrwn, to tell me if I qualify. This actually comforts me as I will know one way or another what lies ahead.”

  Myttrwn smiled and gave a quick glance at Sirona. His initial misgivings at training such a young woman with a medallion of such magnitude were slowly changing. The more he got to know Angi the more he was encouraged that Fate had chosen well. While she was the youngest medallion trainee he had known, her honesty and humility were positive signs. He also recalled Sirona’s observation, when pushed Angi seemed to instantly know what to do. If true, he thought, then maybe he had in front of him a cosmic anomaly.

  At that moment, with the wave of his hand, Myttrwn sealed off his private quarters to the rest of the lab. Then he gestured to the round table saying, “Come with me, Angi, I would like you to show me what you can do.”

  On the table sat three items; a cloth napkin, a small open box and a glass paperweight. “I would like you to raise each item separately to this level,” as he gestured with his hand, “and then lower each one gently back to its original position on the table.”

  As requested, Angi, using her hand as a guide, raised each item in sequence about two feet above the table and lowered each one as gently as possible.

  “Very good,” said Myttrwn. “Now Angi, I want you to raise the box to the ceiling, then over to the left wall and back to the table.”

  This request, requiring greater concentration, caused Angi to close her eyes. The box rose straight to the ceiling, bumping the tiles. The next step was more difficult. In a jerky motion she moved the box to the wall and back to the table.

  With no comment Myttrwn pressed on, “Now I am going to create a ball of mist above the table. I want you to move the mist in a wide circle around the room, and when you return to the table, I want you to reduce the ball in half. Is that clear?”

  “I think so,” replied Angi.

  With a verbal command from Myttrwn a ball of white mist materialized and floated above the table.

  Angi, remembering her time on the Isle of Iona in Scotland, slowly guided the ball of mist around the room and stopped when it returned to the table. Concentrating, she closed her eyes to envision a ball of mist halved. Then pressing her hand over the medallion she commanded silently, “I demand you decrease to half your size.” Not sure what to expect, she opened her eyes to find, to her delight, the ball of mist had been halved. Smiling she turned to Myttrwn and Sirona, pleased at her achievement.

  Myttrwn was more than pleased. He knew the last two tests were deliberately intended to be slightly out of Angi’s reported range. He thought to himself, “This is a first. It’s rare to have a beginner perform tests like this. She seems to act on instinct. I can’t believe that after so many centuries and genetic mixing there could be any inherent abilities left. Other than Sirona, she’s had no instructor. Yet, she did it. I’ll have to recheck her profile. The first tests confirmed her genetic qualifications to wear the medallion. Now I’ll need to check each gene and vibration………. there has to be something to explain this innate ability. This presents an intriguing dilemma. For the first time I will need to block my own thoughts until I am sure of my findings.” Showing no sign of his reflections, Myttrwn continued, “Angi. I’ve learned from Sirona that you were also able to heal others. This we will test on another occasion. I have sufficient material to begin.” With that he dissolved the mist.

  Sirona knew what had happened and realized the implications. She too would have to begin blocking some thoughts regarding Angi, a first for her as well.

  Myttrwn reached into a drawer of the table and brought out some sheets of paper saying, “Our next step is for you to familiarize yourself with your gemstones. I’ve prepared this printed material for you as you may prefer this form of reference for your studies. While w
e’re discussing gemstones, Sirona will program this information into your phone for easy reference.”

  Angi reached into her pocket and passed her cell phone to Sirona.

  “You will see on the first sheet that I have identified the nine gemstones along with a numbering system. From this day, Sirona and I will keep testing your memory on this material. If we give you a number, we will expect you to immediately identify the gemstone. If we give you the gemstone name, we will expect you to give us the number. Let’s try this. If I say four what is your answer?”

  Looking at the illustration Angi found four and answered, “Amber.”

  Sirona joined in, “And if I say Sapphire, your answer will be?”

  Checking again, Angi replied, “Three.”

  “I want you to memorize this material,” came Myttrwn’s firm instructions.

  “I’ll be ready,” came Angi’s immediate reply. In looking at the sheet, she was pressed to ask, “And can you tell me why there are nine gemstones? Does nine have any special meaning in your kingdom?” As she spoke she pulled out several printed sheets which she had taken from Earth saying, “I was curious about nine gemstones, so I did my own research. What I discovered was that nine turns up more frequently than I would have expected. It’s a worldwide phenomenon which can’t be a coincidence. May I read off what I discovered?”

  “Indeed, I’m impressed with your initiative,” replied Myttrwn, glancing at Sirona. Angi’s resourcefulness pleased him and he was equally curious as to what was still available in the Earth records.

  Angi positioning herself on one of the benches in front of the round table. “To save time I will just read off the items making no comment on any details.”

  Noting the amount of information Angi was about to report, Sirona and Myttrwn pulled out the other two benches and waited.

  In a steady voice, Angi proceeded, “In the Americas, the Hopi Indians have nine ceremonies and nine prophecies that they believe have already been fulfilled which, according to them, will usher in a day of purification. In South America, the Mayan Indians speak of the Ninth Lord of the Night and, at a time of great change, a return of the nine Night Lords. In Peru their ancient records speak of nine healing gates. The Kogi aboriginals of Columbia speak of nine levels of consciousness.”

  “In the east, the ancient Chinese had nine cauldrons of transformation in which brewed nine ingredients to create an elixir of immortality, they also had a ninth heaven, and in the royal palace the doors, windows, stairs and fixtures existed in multiples of nine or a number that contained nine. The Tibetans speak of nine transitional states or states of consciousness. In the mythological Tibetan kingdom of Shambhala there exists a palace of nine levels and the kingdom’s ninth state of consciousness was said to be listed as the ‘radiant mind of enlightenment.’ In India there are nine forms of the goddess Shakti who is worshipped for nine days.”

  “In the Middle East the ancient Egyptians had several nine-god groups, they believed in nine levels of the cosmos, and they stated that nine represented spiritual and mental achievement. The Chaldeans believed the number nine to be sacred and kept it apart in their numerology. Kabbalistic Jews drew nine sephiroth of spheres above the Earth. Enoch, in antediluvian texts, left mankind nine vaults of ancient knowledge. In later centuries, there were nine Templar Knights digging under Solomon’s temple.”

  “In the west the Greeks talked about nine ethereal spheres around the earth. The Romans had nine priestesses who were healers and Roman baby boys went through a purification ceremony when they were nine days old. The Etruscans worshipped nine gods. In the northern region, the Norse also had nine gods. The Welsh had a cauldron tended by nine virgins. The Christians refer to nine choirs of angels around the throne of God.”

  “In summary, the number nine seems to be associated not only with the Underworld, the Overworld and altered states of consciousness, but also with precession, ancient calendars, and maidens. Nine is the number of the Great Goddess on Earth who is considered thrice sacred and represents perfection. And, not to be forgotten, there are nine months to a human pregnancy. I also found this rather interesting bit of information in numerology which identified the positive characteristics of the number nine. These are selflessness, fulfillment, completion, universality, universal understanding, interrelatedness, compassion, idealism, tolerance, forgiveness, generosity, benevolence, humanitarianism, and justice. It seems that the number nine was held in great esteem by many cultures, but its importance has diminished in our modern world. While interesting, does any of this have any bearing on my medallion?”

  Myttrwn and Sirona looked at each other and smiled. Myttrwn spoke, “I must say, Angi, your research is impressive. I have little else to add except that the number nine has been an ancient, eternal number and a significant symbol in both our worlds. What is amazing is how firmly it has been retained in your world during the Kali Yuga. All I can add is that it is a number of compassion, divine will, and often associated with great profits. It is a symbol of change and transformation. Some say it may also be a warning or turning point. As I recall, the number and type of gemstones in your medallion were chosen with immense care. The creators of the medallion knew the future and had high expectations it would survive. Your question is appropriate at the beginning of your training. May I suggest you share this research with your colleagues. Now let’s get more acquainted with your gemstones.”

  Sirona remained. She had made arrangements with Myttrwn to be present for Angi’s training. She too wanted to know more about this exceptional medallion.

  “Let us begin with a bit of background on crystals,” was Myttrwn’s opening remarks. “Advancing what you’ve already learned in my general sessions, you will understand that all matter is an expression of light and energy. Which means gemstones are alive, each with its own energy, some greater than others. In time you will learn that crystalline structures also respond to a wide spectrum of other energies including heat, light, pressure, sound, electricity, rays, and even thought waves. Some of these we will be discussing later when we cover the topic of healing.”

  Always intrigued by Myttrwn’s wisdom, Angi responded, “So, my medallion gemstones are alive, and able to respond to different stimuli. I guess I should talk to them, occasionally.”

  Myttrwn replied, “That’s a good idea, Angi, this medallion will, in time, become part of your entire being. But let me elaborate further. In designing your medallion with a specific number and type of gemstones the intent was to expand the powers of each gemstone in order to achieve a powerful synergistic effect. The two vibrating power horses of your medallion are the central blue stone which vibrates at fifty-five and the diamond at thirty-three. The rest of the gemstones vibrate in the single digit range. However, when you combine two gemstones for any purpose, just because they are in this multiple configuration, their energy output will be enhanced. For this reason, you will need to know the properties of each gemstone in both its singular capabilities and in combinations. The possible combinations and permutations of gemstone power in your medallion is impressive.”

  While he spoke a white screen appeared in front of the round table displaying a table listing the gemstones along with their properties.

  “You can see from both the screen and your printed material that there is a great deal of information for you to memorize. Let’s first concentrate on the two power horses. The center stone, which is known on Earth as a Larimar stone, is one of a number of beautiful stones from Atlantis. It’s not only known for its extraordinary healing properties, it also helps in dissolving boundaries, and promoting wisdom, clarity, peace, and love. In combination, it can greatly expand any of the other gemstones. I’ll work with you on this.”

  Angi gasped, as she remembered Josh Alder, the Boston gemologist who also thought the center stone might be from Atlantis. Then she thought to herself, “Perhaps someday I’ll be able to tell Josh just how accurate he was in his assessment.”

  Myttrwn ignoring
Angi’s thought, continued, “The Diamond, the King of the Gemstones, symbolizes the sun. The diamond as a prism gives off a rainbow of colours under certain rays of light. Its properties are known to enhance harmony, spiritual awareness, love and confidence. This gemstone also enhances the other stones. Any questions so far, Angi?”

  Scanning the list, she replied, “Not at this time. I definitely have some homework to do.” Realizing the session was about to close she folded the sheets of paper, picked up her phone from Sirona, and said her farewells.

  Relaxing in the group’s common dining area at the House of Learning, she got a mug of tea and sat down to review her documents when she was joined by Wolfram, Andrew and Bryce.

  “What have you there?” asked Wolfram, as they took their seats.

  “Homework,” came Angi’s reply, “I have much to memorize.”

  “So you decided to proceed with the training after all. That’s great. Can we help?” asked Wolfram.

  “You could help me with a memory game Myttrwn has devised,” came Angi’s reply as she held out the top sheet.

  “Sure, just tell us what you need,” came Andrew’s response.

  From that date, Andrew managed to make copies of the material for each team member to help Angi remember the gemstones. Numbers and gemstone names could be heard being called to Angi by different members of the team at all hours of the day. It worked so well that in time Myttrwn and Sirona bowed out, delighted with the group’s involvement in Angi’s training.

  * * *

  House of Learning, Wolfram’s Suite

  Wolfram was just about to retire when a knock came on his door. “Who is dropping by at this hour?” he said as he made his way to the door.

  Opening it he found Andrew and Dylan; Andrew looking solemn and Dylan showing an evident edginess.