Lawrence put the stack of papers in front of her and held the stone at her eye level.
“The Wadjet exists at a higher plane; that is why we cannot read the symbols on this one. They aren’t a part of the material world. We haven’t been able to get there physically, but we can access it mentally. Normal people call this meditation, but you’re—we’re”—he corrected himself—“not normal people. This is called Rising. We have to go through the planetary spheres that represent the planes.”
He took her necklace, moved behind her, and placed it around her neck. She shivered when his fingers brushed the nape of her neck. He misread her shiver as nervousness and leaned forward to whisper to her to relax. When his lips touched her earlobe, she thought all her nodes had just been activated.
“Take the eye and place it over the stone,” he instructed. Memphis complied.
“Look directly into the center of the eye. Focus on it until it becomes less material and more spiritual. Feel its light shining around you; feel its charge surrounding and protecting you. Feel its energy meshing with yours. Feel your energy and awareness now strengthened. You are now able to rise from this plane. Gently feel your spiritual self rise from this place and time, ascending upward. You feel your body glowing with your Star Essence. You are now a Star Body, rising through the clouds and entering the Moon, the Earth’s orbit.”
Memphis could no longer hear Lawrence. She felt herself rising. The cool night air rushed past her as she ascended. She saw the Moon and headed toward it. It was light; it was a beacon. If she entered it, its knowledge would be hers. She was surrounded by purple and silver light. She could feel her Center unravel from the ball of fear in which it had crouched for the past twenty-three years. She felt her intuition and emotions come to life. She felt the Moon and its vibration, the night and the energy all around her.
The symbols from the papyri surrounded her, and they began to form words. She recognized it as the story of Osiris, Isis, Seth, and Horus, but then the words began to form what read like a textbook of sorts. These were secrets and lessons only for the Wadjet children.
Cosmos = Universe = Galaxy = Earth = Individuals = Organ Systems = Cells = Molecules = Atoms = Subatomic Particles = Energy.
Broken down to the most basic form, everything is energy, just pure energy.
We exist in an infinite field of quantum energy, just as an individual drop of water exists within the ocean. What exists in our cosmos is a vibrating frequency of energy, which joins together with energies of the same harmonious frequency to form what we perceive to be reality and creates our experience in this world.
If all things in existence, at their core, are comprised of the same vibrating mass of energy that is interconnected to everything else, the Seen, the physical world, and the Unseen, the metaphysical world, are interconnected with everything else at this level of causation, which is a continuously vibrating mass of pure energy.
The events, conditions, and circumstances that happen in the universe are a result of an unchangeable and immutable force. We have the power to harness this energy and manipulate this world. We’ve created our own world on a higher frequency.
Anything and everything that exists in this world once existed as a wave, non-material or unseen, and through individual observation and expectation, this energy is transformed into a particle and made physical, based only on how we believed it would appear.
Throughout the ages, the collective human unconscious energy vibrations have changed. This is what brings about the inventions and materializations of this world. As we move toward the New Age of Ophiuchus, its vibrations will affect us.
Time is a reflection of energy. Energy doesn’t need to travel; it is already interconnected with other energy. A projection of energy from us can and does affect energy around the world.
The cosmos forms a huge vibrating ball of interconnected energy that has the ability to communicate into infinity with no regard to space and time, and what this energy joins together to form is based on individual thought.
We were given the divine power from Isis, Mother Moon, to create our world. By our collective power, we were able to form the New Kingdom. The knowledge helped us ascend to the divine level and become Diamond bodies.
Our thoughts and energy, which are determined by our beliefs, which in turn form our perceptions, are broadcast outward into the infinite field of wave energy like a radio frequency, once transformed from waves from this nonphysical realm to particles, actual matter. They are joined with additional energies that vibrate at a harmonious frequency and collectively join to shape what we see and experience in Diamond form in the New Kingdom.
The Seventy-Two wishes to tap into that power and destroy the Earth as we know it now. Bringing the Eye of Ra, a massive ball of solar energy in which those with the energetic wave will survive to recreate the Earth, it will become a world of full chaos, the Kingdom of Seth.
For centuries we have been battling their thought forms with ours for control of the human collective. Man has neared destruction in the physical plane so many times. We’ve had to intervene with our energies to shift the collective, to right the course of progress towards the New Kingdom. We need all of man to ascend to this level in order to be ready for the Age of Ophiuchus. You must go through your rights to receive the mark of Isis: a snake that travels in a zigzag motion the way energy waves travel throughout the seven nodes of the human body.
The purpose of the ritual was to preserve order and repel chaos. In order to do this, there first has to be an effort to raise the Wadjet Eye.
Memphis became tired and the words reverted to symbols. This was too much information to take in; she needed to rest and then return to the lesson. She fell away from the Moon’s light; she could now see it from afar. The trip up seemed longer than the trip down; when she returned, Lawrence, Gabriella, and Claudia ran to her; they came from inside the house. She was standing in the middle of their small backyard.
“What happened? Where did you go?” Lawrence demanded.
“What do you mean what happened? You told me to ascend.”
“You were supposed to ascend mentally; we didn’t think you would do it physically. That’s never happened to us.” Gabriella explained.
“Oh my god really? I think I went to the Moon.”
“Are you serious? You were supposed to go into a hypnotic state,” Lawrence explained.
When he said the word hypnotic, it reminded her that she needed to call Jill to find out more about Dr. Thompson. All of these strange events began after her session. She described her session to them and that she couldn’t remember anything.
“That would explain it. She may have been the one to activate your node,” Claudia agreed.
“I’ll call Jill now to try to get more information.”
She went to the couch and found her phone in her purse. She utilized her speed dial setting and barely allowed Jill to finish her greeting before she immediately asked, “Jill, where did you get Dr. Thompson’s information?”
“Hello, Memphis. How are you? Oh, me? I’m fine, thanks for asking. Just going through my breakup alone, without my best friend.”
“I’m sorry. How are you?”
“I’m all right. He wasn’t much of a loss and I’ve actually met someone.” Her voice immediately sounded cheerful.
“The guy I saw you cuddled up with at your party?”
“Why, yes, that would be him.” She could picture Jill’s big grin.
“I want to hear all about it; let’s talk about it during our usual mani-pedi meet-up. I just needed to know where you got Dr. Thompson’s info. Um, it’s for a friend. It’s an emergency.”
“Oh, why didn’t you say so? I got it from Anne in classifieds. What’s your problem? She was a nice Southern woman—reminds me of my aunt Laura, gray hair and all.”
“Gray hair?” She must have dyed it. “Jill, I know that this may sound like a strange question, but is your aunt Arabic?”
“Um
, no. She’s one hundred percent Southern Baptist and she won’t let you forget it. So is Dr. Thompson.”
Memphis ran over to Lawrence’s computer and mimed a request for permission to use it. He nodded. She quickly typed in Dr. Thompson’s name and address and then clicked on the link that took her to the doctor’s website. A picture of a gray-haired woman with kind eyes smiled back at her.
That was not the person who had hypnotized her.
“Jill, I’ll have to call you back. I have to discuss something with Luri.”
“Luri? Who is Luri? You didn’t tell me—” Memphis ended the call. She would apologize for her rudeness later.
“This is not the woman who hypnotized me.” She pointed at the computer screen.
Claudia came up to her. “Describe the Dr. Thompson that you saw for me. Better yet—Lawrence, can you tap into her?”
“Pardon?” They hadn’t even gone on actual date, and now he wanted to tap that?
“He can tap into your memories if you allow him,” Claudia explained. Memphis blushed at the fact she thought that she meant something less innocent, but also less peculiar.
“Can he just read my palm again?” The thought of Lawrence in her head filled her with alarm.
He sensed her unease. He approached her carefully, took her hand, and led her to the sofa. “It’s fine. I’ll be gentle,” he said, softly holding her chin up.
She acquiesced, and he placed his hands on her temples and looked into her eyes.
“Now just picture her in your mind and I’ll take it from there. I will be able to project the image from your mind into my crystal ball. And yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds.”
Gabriella had brought the ball over and placed it on the coffee table. “We will be able to see who really treated you.”
Memphis laid back and tried to picture the doctor’s face, but she couldn’t unwind.
Lawrence began to coach her by asking her questions that would take her back to that day. “Where was her office located? What time of day was it when you saw her? When did she first appear to you?”
Mentally, Memphis went through the motions of that day up until the moment the doctor came out of her office to greet her. She could feel Lawrence following her through the tunnels in her mind. He was close, but not intrusive. It reminded her of the way he kissed, taking her level of comfort into consideration. Lawrence tapped into the moment when the doctor appeared and projected the image onto the ball.
She heard a gasp and roused from her reverie. She knew exactly when Luri left her mind, and she felt a strange sense of loss.
The gasp had come from Claudia. Everyone turned to look at her. “It’s her. It’s Keturah.”
“Who is Keturah?” Lawrence asked.
Memphis tried to recover from the experience. She felt hot and dizzy, but not from the mental process. It was because she could still feel Luri inside her mind. It was a feeling more intimate than sex.
“Keturah was my sister’s best friend, but she lost her way. She became power hungry and was forced out of the Sect. If she’s involved, then this is even bigger than I imagined. We have to find the man Lawrence projected and get some information from him.”
“Okay, I will show Memphis who he is tomorrow. I think she may be done for the day.”
Memphis wanted to nod, but her head felt so heavy. She passed out on their couch.
Chapter 15
The person you seek is more dangerous than you know. A wolf in sheep’s clothing has been lying in your bed.
Memphis spent the night in Lawrence’s room and awoke to find this written on a notepad. She quickly hid it in her bag. It had to be referring to Lawrence. What did she really know about him? She let him in her head, but she didn’t really have any clue what was going on in his.
She got out of his bed and quickly dressed. She needed some space to figure out what was going on. No one was in the kitchen when she came out of the room; she ran to the door and down the stone steps. She hailed a cab that luckily was headed south on 36 Avenue. She jumped in before the driver could fully stop.
Memphis sank into the leather seat in relief. It was short-lived, because though she didn’t turn around to look back at the house, she knew that Lawrence was standing on the front steps watching her leave.
She couldn’t return to the crime scene that was her apartment, but she would survive as long as she had her credit card and her netbook. She checked into a reasonably priced hotel in Times Square to spend the night. When she opened the door to her room, she approved its cleanliness before setting down her bags. She undressed and headed to the bathroom for a nice, hot shower.
She let the hot water run over her. She’d been through so much in one day; she’d literally been to the moon and back. Her muscles felt so tight that she decided to fill up the tub and switch to a hot bath. She fell asleep. A few hours later, she woke up to a tub filled with lukewarm water. She reluctantly got out; she wished she could have spent the rest of her life in the bathtub even in tepid water.
She dressed and ordered some room service; she was starving. While she waited, she turned on her netbook to e-mail Virgil. She wanted to discuss the events that took place last night. She entered her password and when she opened her inbox, she saw a new e-mail from an unknown recipient, [email protected].
“Are you kidding me?” She would forward it to Jill so they could track the source. She was surprised and then confused at the message when she opened it.
You know who it is. He works underneath the stars.
She had to call Jill. She found her cell phone and saw that she had a total of eleven missed calls—two from Jill and the rest were from Lawrence.
She knew what both of them needed. She sent Jill the horoscopes that were due that day and the e-mail from astroboy88 to trace. She marked it urgent. She decided she would call Lawrence; she might be able to tell if he was the one who sent her the e-mail.
He picked up the phone on the first ring. “Memphis, where are you? Why did you leave? Is everything all right?” He sounded so concerned that Memphis felt guilty for just leaving without any notice.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know why. No, actually, that’s a lie. Yes I do.” She told him about the horoscope she found next her when she awoke. She explained that it was her subconscious warning her.
“Yes, I know. That’s happened to me before. That’s how I found out about my fiancée cheating on me.”
“You were engaged?”
“Yes, I was, but that was two years ago, another life. How could you think that the horoscope was referring to me? I was inside of you; you would have been able to tell if I was a psychotic cult member.”
“I’m sorry.”
“When I tapped into you last night, didn’t you feel my energy? You would have received some warning if my thoughts weren’t pure, and I wouldn’t have been able to access your mind. Well, my thoughts were pure of violence, anyway,” he said in a husky voice.
“Yes, I guess it was a little crazy of me. I just don’t have any idea who’s behind this.” She blushed, thankful he couldn’t see her red cheeks.
“I can send you the police sketch, or maybe we can try the Transmission over the phone?”
“I think the police sketch for now. Not sure if I can handle any more action up there today.”
“I don’t blame you. I just sent it to your e-mail address at the paper.”
While Memphis waited for the e-mail, Lawrence explained the progress they had made.
“These people are evil and crazy. We’ve figured out how they choose the victims; I really should have noticed the pattern sooner. They have all been featured in news stories: the teacher who stopped a shooting before it actually happened, the stock analyst with amazing market predictions, and the lotto winner who said, and I quote, ‘the numbers just came to me one day.’ Oh, and technically, Memphis, I’ve never been in your bed. You’ve slept in mine.”
He was right. She received his e-mail and opened the att
achment. She gaped at the sketch on the screen. She was an idiot; he’d been right in front of her all along. Secrets—a life filled with secrets. He lived in the dark and worked under the stars. She gasped.
“Did you receive the picture?”
“Yes.”
“What’s wrong? Do you recognize him?”
Of course she recognized him. They had worked side by side for an entire year.
The face belonged to Jonathan.
She told Lawrence that the man was her former boss and mentor. She left out his role as her lover. Lawrence instructed her to meet him at Pullman Hall immediately. He would call Gabriella and she would bring backup.
“Now?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes, we don’t have much time. The murders take place every ten days; they are following the Egyptian calendar and its decans. Each decan rises above the horizon at dawn for ten days every year. And, according to the medical examiner’s office, they were killed around midnight, but it could have been earlier. It’s eight, so they probably might still be setting up the kill room.”
Kill room? Someone had been watching a bit too much Showtime.
They had to stop the next murder. Memphis’ cab arrived half past eight, and Lawrence was waiting for her outside. They quickly ran into the observatory, but instead of finding a bloody corpse, they found Jonathan wearing a smug expression and a horrible sweater vest.
“Why, hello, Memy.” He raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”
“Memy?” Lawrence shot her a confused look..
“Memy is standing beside you, and I don’t know of any other girl. Who the hell are you?”
“We know who you really are, Jonathan. I know everything; you’re one of The Seventy-Two.”
Jonathan let out a loud bark of laughter. “My dear, if you think that I’m one of The Seventy-Two, then you don’t know anything. You were always sadly deluded, but I enjoyed having you around. An actual Wadjet as my sexual plaything—ah, such a delight. Who needed a puppy when I had you?”
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