Magda sighed, not knowing how to explain it. She bit her lip and crossed her arms. Finally she said, “You guys aren’t going to like this.”
“Come on, spit it out,” Cassie said.
“Give her a minute, Cassie. This is hard for her.” Circe sat patiently across from Magda on the long, cushy white couch against the wall, while Cassie paced the room, her hands on her waist, her guns still holstered at her hips.
“The thing is,” Magda started. “Humans were created by the Anu. We are a slave race. And apparently, we like it.”
“I heard something like this when I was with the dryad,” Circe said. Circe had communed with a dryad under an ancient redwood tree. The dryad had shown her and Xavier things about the meaning of life that Magda couldn’t even begin to understand. Circe had only shared it with Magda in passing back in New San Diego while Magda had been giving a report on her progress inside The Program.
“I’ve heard hints of this since I left the dome. Some Pyramid Corps jackass said something about how his kind had been in charge of the world for centuries. I didn’t believe it. I figured it was propaganda.”
“Well. It’s true. I didn’t want to believe it either. But I believe Michael. I don’t think he’s even supposed to be here. The Council of the Seventh House isn’t supposed to help us because we accept our servitude.”
“I don’t accept any damn servitude,” Cassie said, gripping her guns.
“It’s bigger than one person. It’s everyone. We have to evolve into the fourth dimension. That’s what Michael said. Then the Council will help us. It will prove we don’t want to be slaves anymore.”
“How are we supposed to evolve?” asked Circe, still quietly sitting on the couch.
“The meditation chamber in the mountain is like a giant Program terminal. We use chambers to enter the fourth dimension as a group. We’re supposed to find out we are interconnected or something. Michael says we need a critical mass.”
“Critical mass?” Circe asked, a pensive look on her face.
“We have to reach a critical mass as a percentage of the entire planet,” Magda said.
“I understand,” Circe said.
“How are we supposed to get these people into a deep enough meditation to enter the fourth dimension? I doubt any of them have ever meditated before in their lives, even before the war,” Cassie said.
“The chambers are like terminals,” Magda explained again.
“Have you used them?” Cassie asked.
“No, not yet. I don’t know how they work. I’m good at The Program, but I have no idea how to enter the fourth dimension without it. I’m probably not the one to lead this.”
“Of course you are,” said Circe. “Let’s all go down to one of the chambers now and try it out. I taught Cassie to hone her skills, I’m sure the two of us could help you. Who knows what we might do together. Maybe save the entire planet from our alien overlords.”
Magda giggled and Cassie grunted at Circe’s comment. “Let’s go then,” Cassie said.
Chapter 17
They entered the chamber and lines of blue lights spread out across the walls and floor. There were rows upon rows of chairs spreading out from a central circle where a glass podium rose to waist height. On the top of the podium was a clear round dome. Blue lights flashed like lightning under the glass.
The three women approached the central podium and peered down at the flashing lights. “Do you have any idea how to use this?” Cassie asked Magda.
“No. Do you?”
Cassie shook her head, but Circe reached out, her hand hovering right above the glass. Circe looked from Cassie to Magda and the others followed her lead. Slowly, all three women lowered their hands onto the glass dome.
The impact was instant. They were sucked through a dark tunnel and spit out the other side where they could see themselves standing in the circle around the podium. They looked at each other in their astral forms as they hovered behind their physical bodies.
“Wow,” said Magda, but the words didn’t form physical sound waves. They seemed to come from inside her mind and connect with the minds of her friends. “This is wild. It was never like this in The Program.”
“I think we have more control here,” Cassie said.
“Why don’t we try to connect with universal source?” Circe suggested.
“How do we do that?” Magda asked.
“Just focus on your heart and begin to feel the energy and vibration of the world around you. Feel how it connects and intertwines with everything else. Do you see how the aura of your astral body bleeds into mine?”
Magda looked at the colors radiating out from her astral form. They did bleed into Circe and Cassie as well. She could almost feel their colors as they bled into her. She took a deep breath and suddenly all three women were caught in a moment of complete understanding of each other. Magda didn’t know where she ended and the others began. It stunned and compelled her. She’d never felt anything so terrifyingly beautiful in her life.
They stayed suspended in that moment for quite some time, no one wanting to sever the connection. Michael walked into the room, his astral form showing clearly through his human form. It was as if he existed in both planes simultaneously, and needed no meditation, Program, or terminal to get there.
Magda lost her focus for an instant. They were sucked out of the fourth dimension and landed back inside their three-dimensional bodies. She looked up at Michael, questions running through her mind. Part of her could still feel Circe and Cassie and she knew that they could feel her too.
“Well done,” Michael said, walking through the rows of chairs. “That is only the beginning. When you bring the entire group into the circle, the effects will compound by many times.”
Magda couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have so many souls so close to her own. The brief moment she had been connected to Cassie and Circe felt like indescribable bliss. She wondered if Michael felt like that all the time.
She said goodbye to her friends and went with Michael back to their rooms. “I want to give something to you, my beloved,” he said, taking her in his arms. She imagined they might make love. They hadn’t been together since the dream. Technically, Magda was still a virgin, but Michael hadn’t brought it up. The whole thing made her nervous, so she didn’t bring it up either.
He took her hand and led her into the sitting room where they sat together on the couch. Looking deeply into her eyes, he smiled and then kissed her. She took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling his fresh scent. His kiss descended to her lips, his mouth brushing softly over her tender flesh. A tingle went down her spine and her body came alive.
Michael held her face in his hands and leaned back, looking at her with those same intent eyes. She smiled, wondering what he was doing.
“You know what you did in the meditation room?” he asked her. She nodded with his hands still on her cheeks. “I’m going to help you connect more deeply.”
She raised her eyebrows, wondering what he meant. “Close your eyes and breathe,” he said. She did as he asked and could feel heat radiating off his hands. Her breathing deepened as the energy radiating out of Michael’s hands into her face seemed to course through her body.
Her mind slipped through the void and regained its awareness on the other side. She looked around her, her astral form’s senses a thousand times more sensitive than her body’s. She could feel the energy Michael directed to her, moving through her physical body and flowing into her soul. Her own aura reacted, sending out tendrils of energy from her core that intertwined with his.
The feeling was more ecstatic than kisses or lovemaking. It made her feel she might peak at any moment. Simultaneously, she could sense her body and her astral form. Michael’s love energy penetrated her in both dimensions, and she wanted to cry out with joy.
As they merged, the totality of Michael’s being began to filter into hers. Magda didn’t know if she could take it, not even in her expanded awa
reness of her astral form. It was too much. Michael was an archangel, a being of the highest order, on a magnitude far beyond her own. She shuddered and tried to pull away.
Michael shook his head, both his physical and astral body moving, telling her it would be okay. She whimpered but remained still, trying to open herself to accept all that was him. When she surrendered herself, a flood of feelings, emotions, information, and memories penetrated her innermost being.
Magda screamed. She felt as if the ocean had just flowed straight down her throat. Panting, she tried to retain her sanity. She was expanding beyond herself. She and Michael were one. She had become immense. Knowledge beyond her comprehension swirled around the outer peripheral of her mind. She grasped at it as bits and pieces became clear.
She could feel him pulling her back to her body. “All in due time,” he whispered through the whirling vortex of thought. She didn’t want to leave until she understood something, anything. It had all blasted into her, but she couldn’t grasp it. Still seeking to understand something, Michael pulled her back to herself.
Looking up at him as he pulled his hands from her face, she felt flushed and sweaty all over. “What was that?” she asked, but she knew. She knew he had just connected with her. She’d shared the consciousness of a five-hundred-thousand-year-old alien.
“I’ve shown you myself. You know now what it is like to be connected at this level. It will make it easier for you to teach your people.”
“Michael, I don’t know what to say.”
He kissed her slowly, then said, “Say nothing. Just feel. Just know. You are the sun and moon, you are the light of the universe, my darling.” He kissed her again, more deeply this time. Magda took a sharp breath as her angelic lover’s wings fluttered out of his back and enveloped her in an embrace.
He wrapped his arms around her, picking her up, before he carried her through the quiet rooms to the bed. They’d been there for two days, sleeping in separate chambers. Michael placed her on the massive bed that was his own. Soft downy blankets met Magda’s back as Michael gently set her down.
His wings bristled as he gazed at her and leaned over the bed. “Darling love,” he whispered before descending to kiss her fully on the mouth. Magda quivered, shivering with fear and longing. He’d shown her his world, his life, his inner being. She was ready for him. Still, her small human form had never made love before, not in the physical plane.
“Do you want this?” he asked, caressing her cheek with the back of his long, smooth finger.
“Yes,” she whispered, in a breathy voice. “More than anything.”
Chapter 18
He pulled his clothes from his body. They seemed to fall away effortlessly. His manhood stood erect and proud before her, its massive length and girth making her take a sharp breath in surprise. She pursed her lips and looked from his erection to his face. She knew she must have looked like a shocked little animal, helplessly trapped under a predator’s gaze.
“I won’t hurt you, Magdalena,” he said as he began to remove her clothes. When he had her naked, he sat beside her, slowly caressing her body up and down. His hands felt like warm velvet on her skin.
Michael climbed on the bed and lay beside her before he planted a gentle kiss on her waiting lips. His fingers played over her tender flesh. Magda felt the world warping and writhing as he slid his fingers between her damp thighs. She wanted him; even through the fear and doubt, she desired him as much as he desired her.
When he felt her wetness he moaned against her mouth. The rhythm of his breathing increased as he pressed between her folds to tap her swollen bud. Magda gushed for him as he slid his tongue in her mouth. They kissed deeply, passionately, as they merged into one.
Michael stroked her wet opening, his manhood pressed hard against her side. Her nipples pricked like little stones, begging to be sucked. As if by psychic awareness, Michael leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth.
His fingers dipped into her channel as his tongue, lips, and teeth played with her breasts. She could feel the flood of desire rising in her core, pooling in her belly, ready to gush forth and claim her.
Michael plunged his fingers in and out of her wetness, building her excitement until she was about to explode. Just on the edge of her release, he rolled on top of her and sank between her legs. Magda gasped as the spongy head of his hard shaft pressed at her opening.
She groaned as he pushed forward through her slick folds. Her body wanted its release. She grabbed at his shoulders, clutching and grasping, trying to bring him closer, to make sense of the trembling need she felt inside.
He slid further, stretching her channel to accommodate his massive size. “Are you all right?” he asked her. Her legs shook with fear and desire. She wanted him.
“I’m good,” she said, panting. He kissed her neck as he slid inch by aching inch into Magda’s virgin core. He pressed her barrier, making her jolt with pain.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed into her neck. She groaned as he thrust full force into her body, sinking to the base. She cried out. The awareness of him felt like fireworks blasting in the sky. She felt a rush as the knowledge of the fullness sank it.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. He held still as she caught her breath before he began to slide back out. With a full thrust, he plunged back in. Magda moaned loudly, pleasure coursing through the pain. “Michael,” she gasped, clinging to him. “Michael…”
He thrust in rocking waves, pushing her back toward the brink of climax. She groaned with each plunge, losing herself in the joy and pleasure of their connection. He kissed her neck, and her body exploded. She let out a long, keening moan as she came.
He kissed her face and lips and neck as her body clenched his length. “You are so beautiful,” he said. “I adore your every sound, your every curve, your every gasp. You are perfect to me. I love you.”
“I love you, Michael,” she declared. “I love you!”
He smiled, showing his teeth as he pulled back to thrust harder. He held her hips as he took her. Magda was in full release, her orgasms cresting and waving with each motion of Michael’s hips.
Her mind felt as big and vast as the sea. Her interconnection with Michael in the abandoned moments of lovemaking showed her the fragments of knowledge he’d shared before. She could grasp them like the fluttering pleasure of her sex. Everything became accessible and everything was perfect.
All at once, Michael groaned and shot his seed with a heavy sigh. Hot jets of semen pulsed into her core, soaking around his manhood and dripping from inside her.
He pulled away, leaving her wet and satisfied. Not only had she experienced sex for the first time, Magda now knew she existed on an elevated level of awareness. Was this what happened to every woman after her first time? No. It was more than that. She’d entered a place between the dimensions. Michael’s gift of himself, and the catalyst of his sexual power, had propelled her into evolution.
She stroked his chest as he drew her onto him. “Darling,” he said into her hair. “You fascinate me. I could share my world with you for a hundred million lifetimes.”
“Oh, Michael, you saw the most beautiful things.”
She ran her finger down his chest, thinking of the first time they’d met. She’d thought he was a projection of her subconscious mind. Now that she’d been with him, she didn’t think even her subconscious could create a man so magnificent.
Chapter 19
Michael’s white robes fluttered around his strong legs as he walked the ancient hallways of the mothership. Apprehension rose in his belly. It had been a long time since he had felt any such emotion, but the reaction of the Council was not something that he could predict.
He would not let Magdalena’s race go unprotected. He knew that they were ready, knew that they were ready for ascension into higher levels of being. He had been the closest to the human race all these last fifty thousand years. He knew them. He knew their capabilities and he knew that they were ready.
The Council might believe that his mind had been clouded by his love for Magdalena. Let them. As they all knew and all continuously stated, love was the first law. Love with the law of the universe. His love for Magdalena was no less holy than the universal love that shone down on all of them, had created all of them, and flowed through each and every atom of every living being.
He would convince the Council that the human race could legitimately be helped. They were ready to throw off their masters and grow into their full potential as an intergalactic species.
The doors to the Council chambers slid open with a whoosh and Michael strode through confidently, holding his head high as he gazed at his fellow Council members. He took his place at the table and regarded the members of the Council of the Seventh House.
“Michael,” said the council leader. “What news have you of Earth and the human creatures who live there?”
“I have led a group who I believe is the key to the ascension of the human race to the cave within Mt. Shasta. Even now, they are learning to work with the computers and interfacing with the fourth dimension. Once this group of humans has had a taste of higher levels of reality, they will see clearly their own history. They will see that they have been willing slaves to the Anu. I believe this to the depths of my being. If I have any sway with this Council after fifty thousand years, you will help me.”
“Michael, it isn’t that we don’t believe you. And it isn’t that we are behind you and with you. For indeed we are all one. But our prime directive stands. We cannot assist the human race against their masters until they have proved that the Anu are infringing on their free will. It remains unclear if the humans accept the Anu as their masters or if they have been manipulated and tricked into their enslavement.”
“The Anu are master manipulators. To my knowledge this is not the first slave race they have created, and it is not the first slave race that we helped to liberate.”
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