The Mystic Paradigm
An Evolutionary Novel
Brian M. Heater
Copyright2014 by Brian M Heater
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The Mystic Paradigm - An Evolutionary Novel
Contents
1 – The Passing
2 – Grandfather’s Journal
3 – The Dream
4 – The Reflection
5 – Going Back
6 – Reading the Journal:The Mystery Begins
7 – Visit to the University and the Seers
8 – The Council of Elders and the Collective
9 – Returning to the Revolution
10 – Joshua and the Seers
11 – Discussion at the Collective Farm
12 – The Shift
13 – The Third Journal: The Promise
14 – The Joint Council
15 – Preparing for the Journey
16 – Opening the Portal
17 – The Journey
18 – The Other Side
19 – On Earth
20 – Journey to the Mystics
21 – The Return
22 – The Power of Love
23 – The Dreaming Journey
24 – Unrest in the United Continents
25 – Looking Within
26 – The Missing Pages
27 – The Secret Meeting
28 – The Earth Council Speaks
29 – Finding Sudoki
30 – Visiting the Mystics
31 – The Confession
32 – The Secret Revealed
33 – Journey to the Mountains
34 – The Energy Bridge and Ascension
35 – Earth Energy Rising:Path of Experience
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
The Passing
The year is 2095. 60 years since the end of the revolution that had changed the world. Talis sat at his grandfather’s bedside as the old man slept soundly. He exhaled slowly, relieved that he could sit in stillness, and comfort his grandfather with his energy. Although he knew it was soon time for his grandfather to go, he meditated on healing and loving kindness. He focused his thoughts on the strength of the heart as he had been taught. He had seen the old adobe-plastered room many times, but this time seemed different. The walls glowed with an energy he had never noticed before. A beautiful aura of energy bounced off the earth-colored walls as Talis looked in awe at the event that unfolded before him. Grandfather was slowly opening the energy field as he prepared for his journey beyond physical life.
For a brief moment Talis’s energy pulsated and joined with his grandfather’s. The synergy of their deep connection wove itself through the sadness he felt. His mentor passing on was in many ways unthinkable, yet he knew all was as it should be and he took comfort in the peace that his grandfather had possessed during his waking hours.
“It is my time to go,” he said. “Do not be sad or worry; I look forward to the spirit world as it has always been with me. I am returning from where I came from. I will miss you, but we will see each other again.”
Talis knew that they would meet again, if not in this world, then in the other dimensions. He knew that his grandfather would move on to the other realm and continue his work on that side. The mystics had told him that he would be at peace, that he would come back again. Talis had enough abilities of his own to understand this, but his mystic abilities tended to come and go. He leaned toward being more pragmatic and grounded. As a Taurus, his calling to the earth ways were always strong. He reveled in physical tasks and only focused on the unseen mystical world when needed. His task was not to stay in the dream state like many of the mystics. He was similar to his grandfather, who focused on what needed to be done right before him on the physical plane. He honored the mystics and took their advice in most of his decisions, yet he did not quite understand that world like his best friend Joshua, who understood those ways and had those abilities. The seers, the modern mystics of their time, kept in a prayerful state most of the time, allowing them to concentrate their efforts on the unseen energy field that was part of all.
The mystics were an important part of everyone’s lives now. It was crazy, Talis thought, that these deeper spiritual experiences were unaccepted when Grandfather was a child. How society had evolved since the revolution. He had always wanted to know more about the past. Grandfather had told him many stories and the information was available to everyone, but Talis longed to experience it on a deeper level. He envisioned those past days when everything was just starting. His grandfather had always reassured him that his current life was where he should focus, that the past revolution was not as romantic as people were led to believe. When Talis asked him about that, Grandfather would stare sadly off into the distance as if he longed for something and said quietly. “You will learn when it is time.”
Grandfather awoke to see Talis sitting at his bedside. He motioned to him and stretched his arm toward the closet. “Go and find my small satchel and bring it to me.” It was difficult for him to talk, but his eyes and spirit were clear. Talis slowly rose from the bed and went to the closet. Stacked beside numerous books, pictures and journals was the satchel Grandfather wanted. He grabbed it from under several old notebooks and ran his hand along the worn cloth cover, feeling every bump, taking in the intense feeling in his fingers. He could almost smell the past as he took a deep breath in this special room. He took a moment and surveyed all the history preserved in this small closet. So many things from the past, the energy somehow felt by Talis in this current moment made him briefly go back in time. It was the revolution before his eyes and he could clearly picture Grandfather when he was a young activist in the uprising.
The various books, posters, notebooks and journals crowded the closet and gave it a distinct savor. The old paper smelled and tasted of a time long past. Printed material like this, although still part of modern society, had become more of a rarity, especially in large quantities. The Elders kept much of the older books stored away, available to view by special request or in the University libraries. Books, considered sacred and revered, were still printed, but tablets, storage drives and electronic virtual paper had taken their place in everyday society.
Sometimes Talis almost longed for those days of paper and ink, printing presses, and journals with cloth covers. He could have sat there for hours just soaking in the energy of the past. He wanted to look through the entire memory-filled space. A simple, small closet such as this could hold keys to his past and to the world. What else had Grandfather stored away for all those years? This all excited him though, knowing that he might get a chance to read something directly from the past and relive the special time of the revolution. He breathed deeply and picked up the old satchel gently while holding it in his hands like a sacred text. He looked around once again, said a quick prayer of gratitude to this special room and slowly made his way back to Grandfather.
Chapter 2
Grandfather’
s Journal
As he entered Grandfather’s room and neared his bed, Talis suddenly could see Grandfather’s life laid out in his mind like a hand-drawn map. He had heard the many stories of the revolution that had started their new society, about the early mystics, the original indigo and crystal children, and about the power of sacred activism. The magic was all just beginning when Grandfather was young. It was a time of great struggle, but also a time of powerful transformation. What had given him the sudden insight into Grandfather’s life? They had talked many times of these days, but the energy of this time now came to life. What was going on?
Talis brought the satchel over to his grandfather on the bed. Grandfather motioned for him to open it. Inside were three worn paper journals. Each had signs of deterioration: the pages had been torn and folded, the color of the paper had faded after many decades, but all were still intact. The journals were covered with a sort of solid, worn cloth cover that looked handmade. They smelled of older times and Talis again envisioned the revolution as he took a deep breath and smelled an age since gone.
“These were my journals before and during the uprisings.” Grandfather ran his leathery hand along the spines of the weathered books. “I tried to write in them regularly about what was going on and what I was feeling. I have not seen these in many years and now I want you to have them.” Grandfather looked at Talis with an impassioned stare, then turned his eyes away to look into a distant place that held memories of a time forgotten by most. His intense look surprised Talis and it made him even more aware that a new journey had begun. The room seemed brighter with energy as Talis, Grandfather, and the journals stood still for a moment. Talis saw a faint glow from the worn papers. He opened and closed his eyes many times to clear his mind, but the glow was still there.
Talis looked at his grandfather and asked. “Is there something you are not sharing with me about these journals?” They looked into each other’s eyes in silence and for a moment they were one. Grandfather had that ability to transform those around him and he was trying to tell Talis something without words. Suddenly he spoke.
“I have mentored you for many years, loving you and knowing that you would continue my work. The time has come for a true storyteller. One who will bring our past into the present, who will reveal what happened and why. The story of the transformation needs to be retold and remembered now. You, my grandson, are that storyteller.”
Talis didn’t quite know what to say or even think. He was honored of course, but what did Grandfather really want him to do? He loved the idea of reading the journals, but what was he supposed to pass on to the others? Most of the stories had been told. Society was open and the hiding of information was neither necessary nor desired. The mystics helped people find their hearts and their honesty. Heart-centered living was taught in every school and formed the foundation of every structure. What more did Grandfather want him to teach? Talis was confused with his task.
“What is it you want me to do, Grandfather?” They were silent for many minutes before Grandfather answered. Talis grew a bit nervous as he waited for him to respond. The silence between them this time made him wonder what Grandfather was truly thinking. Was he hiding something that was not told to the others? This was not like Grandfather. Then he spoke again clearly and intently.
“There are things that I cannot speak of at this point in my life. It has been too long. This task is given to you. It was foretold by my dearest friend, a mystic during the uprising. I ask that you read my journals and tell the story as I saw it. You will be surprised as to some of what I wrote, and yet it will reveal what all of us were going through. It was a time of great transformation—it was a revolution. We lost ourselves for a time—we lost several of our loved ones, but here we are now in what we had dreamed of and fought for.”
Grandfather looked away once again with a dreaming gaze. He reached out his hand as if in another dimension. He stared at the wall before him, smiling intensely. Talis saw nothing unusual and knew Grandfather was in a distant place.
“Grandfather, are you all right?” Talis asked quietly.
“My dear Talis. My time is near as I am starting to see through the veil. Read my stories and you will know what to do with them. They will present you a puzzle that only the seers will know how to help you solve. For there are some mysteries that have never been understood. I myself failed in one mission and did not keep a promise I made to a special person. My energy was not strong enough and those times caused great confusion. Some of my actions have haunted me since that time, yet I knew there would be a time of great healing in which all would be told.”
He paused for a moment, sipping from a small glass of water. “I have waited many decades for the story to be told and the truth revealed. You and your generation are ready to seek and hear this truth. Yet I give you a word of caution, my grandson. Be careful with whom you speak of this, for some may not be as honest as they should. They have been misled by their own power and will need time to open up and accept our evolution. There is much to discover that will change your life and of that of the world. The mystery will reveal itself if you open your heart.”
Cautious of whom? Talis thought silently to himself. He wondered what he meant, yet he knew Grandfather was weary. He had spoken much too long and the focus on the past haunted him.
“I have lived a wonderful life, Talis, and I am blessed. Now I ask your help and pass the task on to you, my wise grandson. You will be the one to continue the journey when I leave this beautiful place. Find help from the mystics and you will know what to do.”
Talis wanted to ask many questions, but he could see that Grandfather’s energy field was weakening and that he needed to rest. His aura was fading and Talis knew it would soon be time to call the others for their earthly goodbyes. They all had been waiting and were prepared. Grandfather had made the decision to move on to the next dimension. His request was honored and respected by all. Talis nodded in approval, gave his grandfather a kiss, put away the satchel for safekeeping, and left the room to gather the others.
Chapter 3
The Dream
The dream happened again last night. Joshua awoke drenched in sweat as he lay exhausted from the journey. His body was tense. What is happening? he thought. Why am I dreaming of the uprising and the past revolution?
His life several months ago seemed normal enough. He was living a comfortable existence and had all that he desired. The United Continents were at peace and relative calm reigned in the Western Collective and the Cascadia Bioregion, the area in which he lived. Violence for the most part was no longer a part of life. Poverty and homelessness were heard of only in stories from the past. Such issues had been taken care of after the revolution. Joshua had grown up with this freedom. Fear did not exist like it had in the older, violent societies of the 20th century. Joshua had spoken with many who had lived through it, but that life was foreign to him, a story from the past. Why was he going back to this time in his dreams? How was he connected?
During his dreams, Joshua started seeing the energy field again, pulsating and changing form. He had always been able to see energy, but not in this way. It was as if his abilities had been enhanced in the dream state. In this dream he felt an intense fear, something he had never experienced before. He saw and felt imbalance in himself and the earth, like the world around him was crumbling. And he could do nothing but watch. He was helpless as he heard the cries of the people. Yet he kept hearing one gentle voice above the others calling to him. It was very faint, a calm feminine voice. Who was this calling to him? He needed to visit the seers and find a way to calm his anxiety. They would know what to do.
Joshua got up from his dream and tried to center himself by sitting on his studio deck in the morning sun. The rays of sunlight warmed him and he breathed the fresh air, trying to get balanced. He began to slowly relax when he realized someone had left him a message on the virtual net. It was his close friend Talis with an urgent message.
Joshua
got the message to come to Talis’s home. His grandfather was passing and the reflection was beginning soon. He shook the dream state from his head and proceeded to get up and get going. This was an important time and he was honored to be invited. A mystic would also be there to lead the group. Perhaps if the time was right, he could ask about his dreams. He had mentioned them to Talis before; perhaps he would have an idea of how to help. For now Joshua needed to get ready. He rushed to get on his clothes. Normally he took time to awaken and meditate, but this day he didn’t have much time.
Something was bothering him. It made him unsettled and angry. It was eating at him from the inside out. Were his mystic abilities coming out again? He had wanted to escape that past, but somehow it had caught up with him. How can this be?
Joshua had been born into the mystics. He was a third-generation crystal child, of strong mystic abilities, yet he chose not to become a seer or continue as a student at the University. The Western University, as it was also called, was the place where many of the mystics lived, studied and did their energy work. He had tried studying there for several years, but felt he was called to do something different. So he left to pursue other options. He wasn’t sure what his calling was, so he took his time exploring the options. The path of taking ample time searching for a personal calling was accepted by his society and allowed him to do so freely. There was no pressure to decide on one’s path and many changed their calling and career several times. Yet at times he still felt completely lost. His intuition and heart told him that his time would come, but his mind made him impatient and confused.
Passing up a chance for further study at the University, Joshua eventually chose to work on the bioregional collective farms nestled near the Cascade Mountains. He had initially been raised in the urban areas of the Northern Willamette Valley, near what had been Portland, Oregon. Most cities had been transformed throughout much of the world after the revolution. The larger cities, like Portland, had been broken up into small sustainable ecovillages. Much of the concrete and many miles of roadways past were replaced by forests and green space. Joshua had been raised in such a village close to the Willamette River. Yet even being brought up in this beautiful new urban utopia, Joshua felt the intense need to be closer to the earth. The earth gave him a calming feel and the daily proximity to the soil, plants and trees grounded him. Digging his hands deep into the fertile soil made him feel connected. So it was that he came to live at the Rising Sun Farm.
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