Then we found ourselves in the Love Temple in Shambhala. There was a wedding: ours. We were naked and completely at ease in our innocence as we pronounced our vows of eternal worship to each other. You held a mirror in front of me.
“This is the mirror of my heart. Who do you see?”
My true face, the one I had caught a glimpse of in the pond before, was staring back at me. Before I could answer your question, my astral body pulled out of the vision and returned to the Earth.
* * * *
“Get her some sugary water, Conor. Hey, Cassandra! Are you okay?”
I opened my eyes. Harker was talking to me while Tage checked my temperature with his hand on my forehead.
“You have a fever,” Harker said.” I’ll get you some ice from the fridge to cool you down. It normally does the trick. Welcome back.”
The room was spinning when I opened my eyes. I fixed my glance on the ceiling and it stopped. I was lying on the floor with a cushion under my head. I was shivering. I wiped my forehead with my hand. My hair was wet with sweat. Tage put an ice pack on my head and gave me a blanket.
“Please bring me some chocolate,” I said. “There is a bar in the top drawer of my desk.”
Nibbling away, I felt re-energised. In a matter of minutes I was up and in a state of overwhelming elation.
“Robert, Tage, Conor... I had a vision. It’s a personal one so I won’t reveal the details. But I know now that I am ready to start working with the Plan again. My memory has been completely reactivated and my transformation is now final.”
Although Harker wanted to hate what he was hearing, he found himself smiling with relief instead. After all the years spent in the pursuit of me and my powers, with the intention of reducing them to some energetic mush, as I stood in front of him with a strong grasp of my True Identity, all he could do was feel the joy this good news was bringing to the world. I knew who he was at last. He looked as though he was going to faint next. He must have started to realise that things were never going to be the same for him. He went out to catch some fresh air. Tage followed him to ensure he was okay.
I had never seen Harker this emotional before, not even at his daughter’s funeral. I knew now that he was also a Venusian and was starting to appreciate what that meant. Conor seemed ecstatic although he was the only one among us who didn’t have a clue as to what was happening. He approached me as a child would Santa Claus, and hugged me. He didn’t want to let go of me for a very long while.
In his arms, I felt the power of my resolution to embrace whom I was and what I was born to do. I had to gloss over the details at first. I shouldn’t try to remember every single step of the way that had brought me there. It would be enough for me to listen to my heart’s calling again. You were one of the details I should ignore, at least for the moment. This was my second chance. You were also getting yours.
Do you remember how we felt the first time we saw the Lia Fáil together? The energy coming from the Stone of Destiny was truly familiar: monoliths like this hold the signature of Atlantis, the real Garden of Eden. The Stone can still recognise the frequency of the king, a man of Atlantean stock, as its cells resonate with his cells. That’s why the Stone roared in recognition of your ancient DNA. It also reminded us of the life we had in Atlantis. And the opportunities we had lost. Way back in our Atlantean days, I had fucked up. We had fucked up.
Images came flooding in. Can you recall our first life together on this Earth? You were the king of Atlantis and I was a High Priestess of the Temple of the Holy Flame. Our Union begot three children, the crown princes Carel, Meison and Lir. Atlantis sank under the weight of the material greed of its inhabitants, causing a multitude of cataclysms. That’s when a colony of us left the island and settled in the land that is modern day Egypt. We became the pharaohs of old. We kept the Holy Flame shining in the temple of our hearts. That’s where it still is today, and forever.
My efforts to forget all that was before and ahead of me were fruitless. I had wanted to forget the Pink Star of Venus. I had wanted to be a normal human being. I was afraid. Fear was my cocoon. But I was now fully transformed. I had become immortal, as I was always meant to be. The Flame was shining brightly in my heart and spreading to every single cell of my body at once. The process couldn’t be stopped now. This was the real thing. The darkness that had surrounded my transmutation, and which had lasted over three years, was necessary to protect the Flame from those who wanted to steal it. The very darkness, which they thought would defeat me, served the purpose of camouflaging my frequency and making it undetectable to those who could have damaged me. Harker was never a threat, although he believed he was. Now I was Cassandra Meta Morgante, the founding mother of the new humanity.
From that moment onward, my body became a vessel directed by my mind. It always was but I didn’t realise its full scope. Now I could control my body, become invisible, teletransport, practice telepathy, clairvoyance, clairsentience, manifest objects from thought-forms, heal, time-travel, revisit past lives, see the angels and the faeries and the devas, visit Shambhala at will, until it would become one with the Earth.
I sensed that you had gone out on a quest. You were looking for your true face. It was covered by a big dark cloud. I knew the reason of your ever-present sadness and self-hatred. You had been sexually abused as a child. That’s why you didn’t tell me any more details of your stay in St Anthony’s Institute. The hurt they had inflicted upon you wasn’t just physical and psychological. It had also scarred your nature and made you feel dirty throughout your adult life.
You had set out on a mission to fight that darkness. To stop it from boycotting the good the Universe was sending in your direction. To stop you from hurting yourself and those who loved you, like me. It would take time. You were vulnerable while I had become immortal. The Dark Side was going to jeopardise the Plan through you this time. I had become invincible so they couldn’t even try to trick me. But you were a bright light in the darkest of nights. You were an easy target. I wanted to help you but I knew I couldn’t interfere with your last bit of karma. I told my heart to shine even more brightly as you were to enter the World of your Fears. I tried to figure out how I had managed to overcome my darkness and find myself in Shambhala. Perhaps I was stronger than you. Perhaps I was more aware. Most importantly, my DNA was programmed to make me ascend. And even if I understood what had worked for me, what was the point? You were still going to have to do your own work alone. This was the nature of the final initiation. This was the last chapter of the transformation, when one’s nightmares become true.
I was going to be drawn into your World of Fear. I had no choice but to comply with your soul’s request. Of course, I wasn’t afraid. At this stage I had realised that the web of illusions the ego spins melts like snow in the Light of one’s True Self. Whatever terrible background you were going to set against me, it was going to be like role-playing to me. I knew the Truth. By contrast, it would look abominable to you. You were still searching for the Flame in your heart, without whose Light the distortions of the ego seem very real.
* * * *
Dublin, September 2001
On the first day of September we both went to a spiritual gathering in Leap, West Cork. We had found our true feelings for each other again. That kiss in Sandycove had acted like a portal that took me back to the Akashic Records, and threw you back into your shadows. Whilst you were busy reconnecting all the parts of your life that one terrible event had shattered, I was having the time of my life in my newly ascended body. I could now visit Shambhala as soon as I needed to recharge my batteries. Of course you were not there. Lady Myriam was also companionless: her Twin Flame and mine were still battling it out with their self-images on the three dimensional Earth.
Shambhalians were already celebrating my victory on the White Island. From time to time, however, according to the drama you were playing out, I would visit the Earth to take part in the performance you were creating for me. But my days on the
three dimensional Earth were numbered and my visits became more and more sporadic. Just like Peter Pan, the purpose of my travels back to Earth was to free my shadow: you. The only reason I couldn’t stay in the now uninterruptedly was your absence. I would always be looking for you. Our destinies are always intertwined.
In your days of deep forgetfulness, our higher selves communicated through astral projections and planned for us to meet in a place or in a situation that would help you recover the memories that were still eluding you. The spiritual gathering in Leap was one of these occasions, although it also had a more universal relevance. It was a rendezvous of highly evolved souls and time-travellers to counteract a massive blow that the Dark Side was about to deal on the fragile mental stability of humanity.
The planet was plagued by fear and terror. The Dark Forces were about to stage an impeccably crafted attack on the sense of security of the most powerful country in the world. The time coordinates of this event would become one of the saddest dates in modern history: 11.09.2001. A group of powerful Lightworkers had gathered in Leap to hold ceremonies and create a strong centre of Light on the planet before the low frequency of fear would hit the Earth in all directions. The party of approximately one hundred adepts met in the location of an important time portal, indicated by the stone circle of Drombeg. This recumbent circle is made up of seventeen standing stones and has its altar stone lying to the South West. It’s a portal to various dimensions. It looks like standing stones to the uninitiated. Through the second sight, however, one can see that it is in actual fact a very complex mechanism, a time-travelling machine that looks like a palace made of crystals glimmering in the Light.
I arrived in Leap with Matt, Tage and Conor in tow. While we drove through the only street, it became obvious that we had entered a timeless dimension. The place looked as if it was made of gel. This was the sign that matter and form were not that clearly defined here, and there was plenty of space for potentiality.
We were staying at the only hotel in the place. As soon as we arrived we found you in the hall, checking in on your own. You had a big canvas bag across your shoulder and carried your inseparable drawing pad, just like you did on the day we met. You avoided eye contact and continued filling in the form with your details. You just about managed to greet your brother and nod at us. Matt clenched my arm as if to assert his presence in my life where you had once been. You disappeared in a matter of seconds. As brief as it was, that was our first contact in the third dimension following my complete transformation. I was time-travelling and even the sight of you in such a low state of vibration couldn’t wipe the Truth from my consciousness.
We didn’t meet again until the following day. We joined a small number of adepts, a group of tribal elders and shamans from various parts of the world, and a handful of Lightworkers from Ireland to perform a ritual at Drombeg. Our intention was to bring down the Light from higher dimensions to the third dimensional Earth in order to create a protective, invisible vortex. It would continue spinning for the next couple of days. Without it, the inhabitants of the Earth wouldn’t stand much of a chance to survive the third world conflict that the Dark Forces were trying to initiate. They were about to stage a fear-laden event that would shake the very foundation of human society for years to come.
At the site, we bumped into each other in the meadow. I had gone for a walk in the fresh morning air, leaving all activities behind for a couple of minutes of solitary appreciation of nature’s beauty. The view on the sea from Drombeg is breathtaking and vast. I wanted to gaze at the water and feel at one with it. I sensed your presence behind me. You wanted to talk.
“Cassandra...”
“Hi, Oscar.”
I smiled as I kept my eyes on the horizon and my back firmly on you. The vastness of the view that stretched in front of us made the awkwardness of silence taste sweet. A soft breeze was blowing in my face and the atmosphere was momentum.
“One day you will be a god”, I thought. “Ah, the things we could do together then.”
In slow motion, I turned to face you pretending you were the ex-lover you thought you were.
“So...”, I said.
“I thought it would be better if I spoke to you in private, Cassie.”
Your eyes were dilated with excitement and you were blushing. You avoided meeting my eyes as you talked. Your body language was such a clear giveaway of your emotions. I kept my distance not to confuse you any further.
“Sure,” I said. “If it’s to do with the other day, Oscar, I think we are big enough to disregard it as an instance of old habits dying hard or something.”
A smirk was plastered on my face. You laughed nervously but didn’t seem very convinced. The more I looked at your face, the more I realised you were deeply in love with me but fear forced you to deny your feelings and not to listen to your poor, beaten heart. It was ironic that I could heal everyone who came close to my magnetic field, but one person: you.
You nodded. “Yep, that’s what I wanted to say. I just wanted to check with you that you were okay about it.”
“I would never come between you and your family, Oscar, if that’s what you’re afraid of. And I don’t want to hurt Matt either. It was really nothing, let’s face it.”
I kept wondering why you were so unwilling to admit you had feelings for me, and that all that jazz which had juxtaposed itself between you and me in the past was just delirious stuff compared to the depths of our love. I was also puzzled as to why you had not invited your family to the event. You didn’t offer much of an explanation apart from standing next to me for a long while.
You gave me a knowing side-glance and a laconic smile. “I’ve just come back from a walkabout. We’re standing on the cusp of something huge here. I needed to clean my head and I could only do it on my own. You know how I can get. I’ve not changed that much since the old days...”
You’d not changed, it was true. You still craved your solitude like a desert needs a shower. I had learned to keep my frequency still and not to reach out and harmonise mine with yours. But old habits die hard. As I was paying intent attention to this new ability I had acquired, I didn’t realise that my hands were doing their own thing. They placed themselves on your heart. I noticed I couldn’t shelter it as I could so many times in the past. For all the powers I had, I had lost my ability to help you. I had to keep it in mind from then onwards, to avoid embarrassing you as I had just done. I removed my hands in haste and placed them in the pockets of my combat trousers.
“Sorry... that was unnecessary and patronising. You can look after yourself very well, you don’t need me to mother you... really, I apologise...”
I had offended you. “You see, Cassandra. You think you own the world. But you don’t. You don’t own me. Can’t you read my lips? I am happy solo as things stand. Solo from you. That’s why I didn’t bring my family over here. I know you would look down on my wife and child as if you were someone superior and your life was so much better. But they understand me, and they don’t force me to relate to them all the time. Like you did. I heard the things you teach. You think everything and everyone is in a relationship with you. Not everybody needs to mirror themselves in you, you see. You think you are the centre of the world. Well, you know what I think? Your head is still up your arse, girl. You’re not half as good as you think you are.”
You hissed every word you said with disdain and the intention to hurt me. I didn’t mind. I was immune to hurt of that kind in the Light I could now hold. I disagreed with your view of my teachings. Everybody is the centre of their world, and indeed we are all relations, we all mirror each other. However, not to disturb your dream of lies and illusions, I continued playing my part, and feigned resentment. I wanted to make sure you believed you had hit the target, so I started to cry. You thought I meant my tears but they were only a well-staged act on my part. I drew a long, deep sigh and continued to defend myself.
“You’re entitled to your opinion although it cuts like a kn
ife. I didn’t mean to offend you. And I really didn’t know you were so angry with me. But so be it. I’ll keep my distance. For the sake of this gathering and the urgent Light-Work we must accomplish over the next week or so, let’s raise a white flag. Our souls must lift themselves over whatever grudge we must be carrying. We have great deeds to do and our minds must be immaculate. Here.”
I offered you my hand. You shook it firmly and said:
“Deal. Okay, I’m off now. Chin up.”
You walked away as fast as you could, back to the marquee where food was being served to the participants. I stared at your aura as you trailed across the meadow. It seemed to be made of dense black clouds but the golden Light of your soul was still filtering through.
“Ca-hax! Want to eat something?”
Matt was running towards me with a sandwich in his hand and a bottle of mineral water. I raised my thumb up as I realised I was completely famished despite the huge breakfast we had had in the morning.
“Come and see the pretty view! The mist has lifted and we can cast our glance for miles and miles. Do you think that’s France over there?”
“It can’t be,” I said. “It’s just an island off the coast, silly!”
Matt threw himself on top of me and kissed me passionately. He didn’t say a word but I understood his message very well. He felt threatened by your presence and needed reassurance. I looked into his sincere big blue eyes and wished we could always be that close. But my need for his help was starting to become redundant and our goodbye was approaching.
* * * *
Drombeg, 10 September 2001
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