by Lucia Ashta
The twins saw the work of darkness at every turn in the ravaged village. They continued to traverse the town, ignoring their instincts to help the inhabitants by keeping in mind the ultimate goal of their journey. But when they reached the outskirts of town, they could no longer bypass the villagers’ needs.
They encountered two young men kneeling at the edge of a pit. The men held shovels and had tear-streaked faces smudged with dirt. Anak walked up behind one man and put a hand on his shoulder. Ashta did the same with the other. The men did not turn around to look at the twins. Instead, they sank back into Ashta and Anak.
The cause of the men’s torment was obvious. They knelt at the edge of a pit filled with the bodies of their people. The corpses had been wrapped in unbleached linen cloths in preparation for burial and then laid next to each other, one after another in rows. Flower petals and fresh herbs had been thrown over the bodies. Ceremony had already been performed, and the two men were there to finish the job of burying them for their final rest. Ashta’s heart ached for these peaceful people, and she wanted to help them in some way before moving on.
Ashta bent down and gave the man that leaned against her a kiss on the crown of his head, holding with all of her heart the intention that this man find peace. The man sobbed as he felt her kiss. Ashta intended that the man’s sorrow leave him as swiftly and as gracefully as the sudden liftoff of a bird soaring into the sky. She pictured this happening in her mind. The imagination was a powerful tool of manifestation. What Ashta could visualize, she could often create.
Ashta could not see the man’s face, but his shoulders stopped shaking from his cries. Slowly, a sense of calm, though a tenuous one, replaced the bottomless agony that he had felt. In its stead, there was a new sense of sad acceptance.
Anak was energetically supporting the man that leaned against him in a similar manner. This man’s sobbing also ceased. The tools for working the dirt lay on the ground where the men had dropped them as they found solace in the strangers. Anak picked up one of the shovels, and Ashta followed his lead. The twins began to fill the pit with the loose earth piled on either side of the hole.
The twins continued to heap dirt on the bodies as Anak led them in prayer. It was a prayer Kaanra had taught the twins that honored Creator and the gift of life on earth. The prayer also respected the cycle of life and gave gratitude for the perfect workings of creation. The twins chanted this prayer repeatedly while they worked to fill the hole in the earth. The earth received the dead.
The two men eventually backed away from the edge of the pit. They moved back just enough to spare themselves the image of the dead that were undoubtedly familiar to them. The men had likely been charged with burying friends and family. Away from the rim of the pit and spared the gruesome view, the men placed their foreheads against the ground. They spread their hands out above their heads, against the earth, and began to chant their own prayer that honored the dead and Mother Earth for receiving them.
Finally, the job was finished as Anak threw in the last shovelfuls of dirt. Ashta made an offering of water from the stream to the earth for giving respite to the lifeless bodies. Then the twins helped the men rise from the ground. The men had been looking down in fervent prayer and had not noticed that the dreaded task was finished. The twins doubled back and returned to the heart of the village accompanying the men. Neither Ashta nor Anak could abandon them yet.
As the twins walked back through the streets, they gestured to those people they passed to join them. With great comprehension, every person gathered in the communal assembly place of their town. Everyone sat on the ground in a circle with their hands on their laps or folded in front of their hearts. The villagers sensed that Ashta and Anak were special, and they prepared to receive the help the twins could offer them.
The golden children sat next to each other and reached out to hold hands. They both offered their other hand to the person beside them. Everyone in the circle followed the twins’ lead and extended his hands out to his neighbors. The people formed a continuous circle of energy.
Since Ashta and Anak did not speak the villagers’ language, they did not use words. Instead, they began chanting sounds that held powerful vibrations of healing and connection to Creator. The chanting gradually got louder as everyone imitated the sounds. The voices became stronger and more courageous as the villagers relaxed into the comfort of community. As they continued to chant these powerful sounds, the horrors that had been inflicted on the villagers were released out to the universe with the prayer that they ultimately be transformed into the energy of light.
The people began to remember what they already knew somewhere within themselves: that the only thing that mattered in the earthly world was their connection to Creator, the supreme source. They remembered that magic lived within that connection. The people found strength in knowing that even death could not crush or oppress the human soul because death returned the soul to Creator. The human soul reverted to its perfect form so the cycle could begin anew. As the villagers focused on that knowing, there was less need for suffering.
The chanting continued. It was powerful and transformative with so many voices joined in united prayer. Another shift took place. The burden of heavy emotions was lifting, and the people were becoming ready to move on with their lives without attachment to the dark episode that was now in the past. They would not allow these treacherous memories to fester within their hearts, causing continual damage.
Ashta and Anak both felt the shift and simultaneously began to send light out from their beings. Anak sent the light out circling from his left; Ashta sent the light out toward the right. The twins circulated the light, willing it to continue circling while it built in intensity.
The light spun out in both directions, traveling around the circle of chanting villagers. The light entered each person, filling her with love and surrender. As the light continued to spin through the chain of joined hands, a communal exhale released the remnants of sorrow. On that out breath, the twins opened their eyes. Their actions were coordinated though they had never done this before. Ashta and Anak were so connected that it was easy for them to work together without prior communication.
With their eyes open, the twins could see the light energy moving around the circle. It was a golden light, not the bright blue that emitted from them when they worked in the pyramids. That day, Ashta learned that when the golden children of the prophecy worked together, but with their light bodies alone, without the amplification provided by a pyramid, their light was gold—just as her light had been when she emitted light by herself through the underwater pyramid. They were golden on the inside just as they were on the outside. So within, so without.
Ashta looked down at her hand, intertwined with Anak’s. That bond reminded Ashta that they were the golden twins of the light prophecy. It was time for them to move on to where they were needed. The battle ahead of them was pressing.
One by one, the villagers opened their eyes. They could see the golden light that flowed around the circle. It was evident that they could see it; their eyes lit up as soon as they opened them. The twins’ work was complete. Anak pressed Ashta’s hand signaling that he, too, felt it was time to go. The twins squeezed the hand of the person next to them, and the action was repeated around the circle. It was an assurance of comfort and human connection. Everyone knew that a great healing had taken place.
Ashta and Anak got to their feet. They took care to be silent and respectful of the space that the others remained in. Many in the circle noticed the twins rising to leave, but closed their eyes again, choosing to remain in that peaceful state within themselves. It was powerful to sit in that circle and hold these beliefs with everyone else.
The twins looked at the villagers one last time. It made them happy to see how much more peaceful everyone looked, and they felt at ease leaving the village now that they had been able to help. Anak clasped Ashta’s hand, and they commenced the long walk ahead of them.
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twins had reached the burial mound again when an adolescent boy caught up with them. He handed them a basket of exquisite artisanship. The design work of the basket was more beautiful than any Ashta had ever seen before. Brightly colored reeds were woven in intricate patterns. An assortment of breads, fruits, nuts, and honey adorned the basket. These items were very valuable to the villagers, and the twins expressed their deep gratitude with a bow. The boy bowed in turn with a timid grin and returned to the assembly space to join the others.
While instinctively the twins did not want to take anything that might serve these people, they knew that it was important to accept gifts. Under universal law, there must be a balance of energy. The twins had offered the villagers a service, and the people repaid them with this generous and practical gift of food and artistry.
The need for a balance of energy was equally relevant to all the workings of nature. Ashta and Anak had learned early on in the temple that, if they took something from Mother Earth, they must offer something in return. This offering could be almost anything because what was most important was that it convey gratitude and appreciation. Gratitude carried a powerful vibration. Ashta had many times given a strand of her hair when she had nothing else to give. She gave a piece of herself in exchange for a piece of the earth.
Ashta and Anak understood the importance of equilibrium in all areas of life. Just as there must be a balance of light and dark in the world for harmony to reign, there too must be a balance and exchange in all spheres of being. The villagers did not need to offer them anything material; gratitude would have been a sufficient energetic exchange. Still, the twins accepted the basket because it was also important to receive what was willfully given. By accepting the basket of food, the twins honored the way in which the villagers chose to show their appreciation.
The twins trusted Creator to provide for their physical needs on this spiritual journey they had embarked on. They were grateful to Creator for replenishing them through the chain of divine provision. Ashta and Anak left the torn but mended village behind. They began eating the food the villagers had gifted them, realizing at once that they were ravenous.
* * *
Elena was still unconscious when they arrived in Sedona two hours later. It was quiet except for the sounds of wildlife that awaken in the night; coyotes howled and javelinas foraged. The vans pulled off Highway 179 onto a side street that turned into a dirt road. The unpaved road wound for ten minutes before ending unceremoniously in a long driveway a thick screen of trees hid from the street. The vans turned onto it and pulled around to a garage entrance at the back of the property.
The four men and the drivers wheeled Elena, Marco, and all of their equipment into guest quarters that stood apart from the main house. The space was comfortable and elegant. Marco was relieved that the men were taking him and Elena to the same room.
Marco had expected that he and Elena would be left in the hospital beds, but the men lifted them into a king-sized bed so they could be next to each other. Marco hadn’t touched Elena since the accident, and he immediately reached out and stroked her hand. A nurse fussed over them, arranging their equipment and positioning Elena and Marco so they could be comfortable. Then, without a word, the six men left the room, taking the mechanical hospital beds with them, and the nurse followed, pulling the door to the bedroom shut behind her.
Even from Marco’s incapacitated position, he could tell how carefully this nameless woman had orchestrated their relocation, and how quickly too. Her men had carried out the mission with supreme efficiency and decorum. The woman who rescued them had stepped into the main house when they arrived. No further instructions were needed. The timing of everything had been artfully synchronized.
There was a light rap on the door and a doctor entered the room without waiting for a reply. He was dressed in plain clothing, but wore a stethoscope around his neck. He smiled at Marco as he shut the door behind him.
“Hello, I am Doctor Shepherd. I am going to examine you and your friend to determine your condition and then decide what I can do to accelerate your healing. Is that agreeable to you?”
Marco nodded. He was suddenly very tired. This whole ordeal had worn him out.
“I will begin with your friend. What is her name?” the doctor asked.
“Her name is Elena,” Marco said.
“I see,” said the doctor. “Her name means ‘the light.’ ”
“Yes,” Marco said. “She is the light.”
The doctor performed a full body examination on Elena, making Marco uncomfortable, but the doctor was professional and thorough and Marco already knew that he could trust him.
“I am not a conventional doctor,” the doctor told Marco. “I believe in the miraculous healing of the body. I do not believe in the limitations of allopathic medicine and hospitals.”
His voice softened. “I have been connecting with Elena’s energy, and I do not believe she needs to be hooked up to a machine,” he said as he reached over and turned off the mechanical ventilator, which artificially assisted Elena’s lungs in their inflation. He then placed his hands on Elena and closed his eyes. His movements were gentle.
Marco held his breath for the crucial minutes that followed. He watched Elena’s chest rise and fall. When he saw that the doctor was right, he relaxed. Elena was breathing on her own. When the doctor was satisfied with Elena’s response, he removed the endotracheal tube that ran through Elena’s windpipe. With that gone, Elena’s breathing became easy. She looked calm and peaceful as if she were sleeping normally. Marco’s own breathing synchronized with Elena’s and soon their chests rose and fell in rhythm.
“She does not need this either.” The doctor removed the intravenous drip from Elena’s arm and taped a piece of cotton against the puncture site. “Besides, I don’t know what they might have put in the IV.” The doctor darted a glance at Marco as he said this, and it struck alarm in Marco. There were people trying to kill them. Marco looked at the needle that still dripped possibly tainted fluid into his vein.
Once the doctor disconnected Elena from all machinery, he checked her vital signs again to ensure she was stable. Then he examined Marco who felt enormous relief when the doctor removed the IV drip from his arm. Marco bent his arm back and forth appreciating the regained freedom of movement.
The doctor held Marco’s gaze. “I think it is almost certain that there was divine intervention of some sort in the accident. Your survival and recovery are miraculous, both yours and Elena’s. Anyone else would be dead,” the doctor said.
Marco knew the doctor was right. He flashed back to just before the accident when he had called out to Archangel Michael to help them. He knew now that Archangel Michael had heard his prayer and given them immediate aid. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Archangel Michael. Thank you for saving my life and that of my beloved.
34 Universal Law
The twins had only walked for a couple of hours when something unexpected and terrifying happened. Severe pain struck Ashta. An intense burning sensation crawled over her and claimed her skin. She bent over, hurting. Anak asked her what was happening, but she could not answer. It felt as if something were trying to burrow inside her through her skin. She could not move. She could barely breathe. She clutched at her skin and gasped for air. Anak was frantic with concern but did not know what he could do to help her.
Suddenly, Anak fell over in the same agony. Just as with Ashta, the pain came without warning. Anak clutched at his skin in a vain attempt to alleviate the burning sensation that possessed him. The pain overwhelmed the twins so that they could not help each other. They could not even help themselves. Ashta’s skin felt like it was beginning to peel away from the bone, as if something were pulling on every piece of her flesh, desperately trying to crawl within her.
Ashta struggled desperately for a moment’s reprieve. Even the slightest break from the pain would give her the chance to gather her thoughts. She had the knowledge within her to combat the unknown force that had
overtaken them, but without the ability to think even for a second, she was being challenged more than ever before in her life. Though she did not get the desired respite, she was able to tumble out a silent cry to the angels for help. Please come to my aid! she yelled out in her head for all the angels to hear.
Their response was immediate. But the angels did not intervene in such a way that they would take away the opportunity for Ashta to know her power. Instead, the angels gave Ashta the needed abatement so that she could focus within and remember who she was. That momentary relief from the pain was enough for Ashta to recall that she was a perfect child of Creator. She carried the Creator’s energy within her. Even more, she was an angel! A warrior angel at that!
Ashta decided that this attack would not be a part of her reality any longer. She would not allow it. She gathered courage from the fire that burned within her to combat the invisible fire that tried to claim her, and she sent an intense wave of light out of her body. The light erupted from her skin in the flash of an instant and swept all the pain away just as quickly. As swiftly as the pain started, it ended.
Though Ashta was still trying to catch her breath, she stumbled over to where Anak stood hunched over in excruciating pain. Ashta intervened. She put her hand on Anak’s back over his heart center and sent out another shock wave of light from her being. The relief was immediate. Instantly, Anak’s body unclenched and Ashta knew the pain was gone. He fell to the ground right where he stood, panting, and curled up into a ball.