Raven's Key: A Novel

by Siomonn Pulla

  “This is a surprise. First you steal my property, then you kidnap and watch me die, and now you call me to this place. Can’t you leave me in peace.”

  “I have nothing to do with this.” Raven looked at Arwan and then at Essa. “I had no idea Marduk would be so brutal with you.”

  “I guess I’m really not dead then,” sighed Iyash. “Or maybe I am and this is my chance to make amends. But what’s she doing here?” Iyash glanced at Maeve, trying to figure out if it was really her, “I guess you finally got your way and managed to kidnap her as well. So what are you going to do to us now that we’re your prisoners?”

  “It was not Bran who called you here Iyash,” said Arwan. “We wanted to offer you a second chance to continue the work you have been doing. The Lyrian delegation has been very impressed with your efforts to raise the vibration of your fellow primates and sustain the high frequency of your work. We understand it has been very difficult over the last five hundred years for many of the peoples of Earth. There has been a dark energy, a shadow of greed and fear. This low vibration has spread like a disease throughout earth-consciousness, and has caused great illness and suffering for many. Too many of the ceremonies, and ways of life that were a celebration of this high vibration have been forgotten, lost, or disregarded. People like you, however, have been working hard to continue these ceremonies, to recognize their importance in sustaining these high vibrational frequencies.”

  “You’re the delegation that the fox was talking about,” replied Iyash. “I appreciate what you are saying, and am grateful for the praise. I’m not sure I understand what you want me to do. Actually, I’m a bit confused about this whole situation and whether I’m dead, drifting or dreaming.”

  “The new consciousness emerging is in fact not new. It is an awakening from a deep slumber,” continued Essa. “The human species has not been able to maintain the link between consciousness and technology. The Lyrian’s were hopeful that the humans would be able to access their genetic memory and activate the third strand of their DNA. This is the evolutionary process we have been expecting for some time. Ongoing developments in human technology are contingent on spiritual development. There are things that can only be understood through the lens of high vibrational frequencies. Breakthroughs in human mathematics and physics, medical science, computer interfaces and engineering have always been connected to these shifts in vibration frequencies.”

  “What do you mean about the third strand of DNA?” Maeve felt the emerald of her grandmother’s necklace warm against her neck. “I always thought our DNA was represented as a double helix. That’s why medical science has the caduceus as their emblem – the two snakes represent the double helix. Indigenous people have known this for a long time too. We studied this in herb school after reading Jeremy Narby’s book Cosmic Serpent.”

  “You are quite right Maeve,” answered Arwin. ” Humans have been aware of this for a very long time. The caduceus however is no longer used in this manner. After considerable discussion in the earth year 1912, the rod of Asclepius was adopted by a contingent of low vibration humans instead of the Caduceus to represent an emerging school of medical science. Of course, this is because they did not yet recognize the significance of the Caduceus as a representation of the double helix strand. We followed the work of Francis Harry Compton Crick, James D. Watson and Maurice Wilkins very closely. When in 1953 they first became aware of the molecular structure of nucleic acids and its significance for information transfer in living material, we believed that this group of humans was finally starting to advance in a significant direction. This science, however, has struggled with raising and maintain a higher vibrational frequency. Even though these scientists have produced important developments in their fields, their arrogance, greed and doubts limit the application and development of this knowledge.”

  “So what about the triple strand,” pressed Maeve, “what’s that all about?”

  “Things always seem to come in threes,” said Raven. “The Christians have their holy trinity, the Celts believed in the threefold nature of the goddess. The triple helix is a symbol of the unity of body, mind and spirit, or past, present and future.”

  “Three is an important building block. There are three primary colors in the light spectrum; and three is the first number in an important sequence in sacred geometry and music, which is in turn connected to atomic building blocks in the universe.” Arwan continued, “Lithium deuteride, for example, is the explosive material used by human’s in their crude hydrogen weapons. What they have not figured out is that it is possible to use this material in more progressive, peaceful ways, especially when in combination with other key elements within a Fibonacci sequence.”

  “The triple spiral you wear around your neck Maeve is a powerful symbol and represents this threefold nature,” added Essa. “The triple helix in the human genetic code is the spirit strand which will allow your species to travel through inner and outer dimensions of time and space. It is the unity between mind and matter, past and future. Many years ago when the Lyrians lived on Earth in the beautiful city of Atlantis, some of our scientists did genetic experiments with earth creatures. They manipulated the spirit strand by fusing Lyrian DNA into the molecular matrix of different animals. The results were intriguing.”

  “Like creating shape shifting sidhe like me,” said Raven, “and sensitive faerie like you Maeve.”

  “Exactly,” replied Arwan, “the Lyran DNA stabilized the triple helix sequence, creating high vibrational beings who were neither human or Lyrian.”

  “Come on you don’t expect me to believe that,” stammered Maeve. “It all sounds like some far-out conspiracy theory inspired by too much LSD.”

  “Believe what you like Maeve,” continued Essa. “We are not invested in what you call the truth.”

  “Maeve, our people developed our own maps of the sky and detailed records of contact with the various star people,” said Iyash. “If you listen to our stories, they contain many important teachings about these relationships and our responsibilities to maintain a high vibration.”

  “The teaching rocks,” added Raven , “are an amazing source of this information. When I first saw them with Sinclair back in the 1300s, I was amazed at the depth and breadth of knowledge contained in those rocks. Sinclair was also shocked. People think he came to North America to bury the Templar’s riches. Really he came to North America to verify the secret of creation that had been passed down through the generations of Templars and gnostics, which he eventually encoded into the chapel he built. He was especially impressed by the importance of vibrational frequencies as a tool of creation, evolution, and technological advancement. Of course, that was a particularly dark point in human history on my continent, full of low vibrational power struggles, violence and fear. The high vibration on turtle island at the time was very refreshing. In fact, Sinclair threatened to lock me up in a cell on his ship to make sure I came back with him.”

  “You’re full of surprises Raven,” replied Iyash. “I misjudged you.”

  “I hate to interrupt your warm and fuzzy trip down memory lane,” said Maeve, “but I still don’t understand what we’re all doing here.”

  Raven looked at Arwan and Essa, and then back at Maeve.

  “We need you to kill Marduk.”

  “What,” stammered Maeve, “did you just say.”

  “You’re our last chance Maeve.” Raven softened his voice. “Marduk believes that you and he are a match made in heaven. He’s been alive for over a thousand years, thanks to the Annunaki powder, and wants a queen to keep him company for the next thousand years. You can get close to him. Closer than anybody on the Council of Light. He needs to be stopped.”

  “But why me?”

  “Because you’re special Maeve,” answered Essa, “you carry the triple helix. You come from a long line of powerful women and are the last of your kind. This is why Marduk wants you. He believes he can manipulate you and harness your power for his o
wn dark ways.”

  “It’s dangerous, but we believe that you can do it,” continued Raven, “it is our last chance.”

  “Ok, I’ll play,” said Maeve. “What’s your plan?”

  “I’ll take you to Marduk and you have to play along with his plan,” replied Raven. “He keeps a black dagger in his desk that’s made out of a special alloy. His blood chemistry has changed by prolonged use of the Annunaki’s black powder and the alloy of the dagger will react to his blood, effectively poisoning him.”

  “If Iyash agrees, we would also like you to bring his physical body back to the material earth dimension.” Arwan glanced at Iyash, waiting for him to approve. “We believe he has much to offer in continuing his efforts to reawaken humanity’s potential.”

  “But you can’t just bring me back to life,” protested Iyash.

  “We are only facilitators in this process,” replied Arwan. “Raven will have the responsibility to bring you back to your physical body.”

  “But I can’t do that anymore,” stammered Raven, “you both know that.”

  Essa walked over to one of the large shelves where various objects rested. She returned with a small ceramic cup and handed it to Raven.

  “We would like to return this to you.”

  Raven took the cup into his hand. “But I thought this was destroyed.”

  “It was a gift to us by one of your kings,” replied Essa. “I do believe you are the rightful owner.”

  “Now we must bid you return to continue your work,” added Arwan. “The Lyrian are eager for the vibrational shift to begin so we can reestablish contact with earth and its inhabitants. We are pleased at these new developments. May the higher frequencies of love and light continue to guide you on your journey. Now, Maeve and Bran step into the light. Iyash, you must wait for Raven to call you back.”

  Taking Maeve’s hand, Raven led her into the bright light that suddenly appeared in front of them.

  Chapter 45

  “Quick George,” Paul jumped up from the couch and put his hand on George’s shoulder. “We’ve got to find Derg. Susan is going to turn us in. I’m in no mood right now to deal with the cops.”

  “I don’t think it’s possible to shift right now Paul,” George sighed. “If my grandfather was here, we could do it. I don’t have enough energy to take us both.”

  “But you said it was Susan anchoring us. I think we can do it. We’ve at least got to try.”

  “Ok. Don’t be disappointed though if we’re still here when Susan comes back with the cop.” George closed his eyes and started to sing softly. “Close your eyes and visualize Derg.”

  Paul closed his eyes and tried to imagine the man in the cloak with the green spear. He couldn’t remember whether Derg’s hair was blond or red, so Paul focused on the silver brooch on Derg’s cloak, embossed by the triple spiral as Maeve’s necklace.

  As George continued to sing, Paul began to feel a slight vibration in his hands. There was also a high pitch ringing in his ears. After a few seconds the vibration and ringing stopped.

  Paul opened his eyes and took his hand off George’s shoulder. Standing in front of him was the man he had just been visualizing. Paul blinked a few times just to make sure that he was seeing correctly.

  “This is a bit of a surprise,” said Derg. “What do I own the pleasure of this unexpected visit?”

  “I’m not sure how much Raven has told you, or what he told you, but we need to know where he’s taken Maeve.”

  “I already told you he took her to Anwin.” Derg looked sternly at George. “He and I made a deal, a blood debt. So I am sworn to protect that debt, which means keeping you out of this business.”

  “You don’t understand Derg,” pressed Paul. “This is about the fate of this world. It’s much more important than some kind of personal deal you may have made with Raven.”

  “Young man, I don’t think you quite understand who and what you are getting your self involved with.” Derg smiled at Paul. “Why don’t you and your guide return to where you belong and leave these matters for the ones who are best equipped to deal with them.”

  “We’re not leaving until you tell us where Raven has stashed my grandfather’s objects,” said George. “There’s a lot riding on us locating them.”

  “I don’t know anything about such items,” replied Derg. “I can assure you that Raven never mentioned anything to me about these objects you speak of. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I have some other business to take care and I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me back again. It is a bit of an inconvenience.”

  George placed his hand on Derg’s chest.

  “I will not let you leave.”

  “Ah a feisty warrior!” Derg laughed. “I’ve heard about your type. There are many stories of Sidhe coming up against your spirit warriors when we first crossed over to these lands. I thought we had worked out all of those differences years ago.”

  “If you call the genocide your people committed against mine working it out,” replied George. “We welcomed you here with open arms and big hearts and you turned around and took advantage of our kindness. Your silence spoke volumes while your people stole our children, raped our lands and treated us like animals.”

  “The Sidhe never sanctioned the mistreatment of your people.” Derg removed George’s hand and took a step back. “We too have been forced into the shadows to protect ourselves from the darkness that has been slowly creeping around the world. We have been targeted in ways we never would have suspected. It’s been necessary to cling desperately to those who believe, who radiate the light and vibration we require to exist.”

  “Maybe if you tell us about this debt between you and Raven it’ll give us some clues, some reassurance that all is not lost,” suggested Paul, “and that your intentions are still honorable.”

  Derg stared first at George and then at Paul.

  “Raven and I go far back,” he finally said. “Bran Corvus was at one time a very distinguished leader of the Corvus Clan. His sister, Brânwen, was perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world. She radiated a light so pure, so soft, that it melted the hearts of many a young man. Unfortunately, when Bran agreed to marry Brânwen to a very wicked and cruel man, he sealed his fate. Brânwen’s husband, King Matholwich, abused her and treated her like a servant. He even took their young son, Gwern away from her to be raised by a maid .

  When Bran learned that his sister was being treated so poorly, he and his brothers took her back to Harlech, against the wishes of Matholwich. Raven thought that they would all be safe in his stronghold at Harlech. Matholwich, however, hatched a plan, fueled by his own rage at the injury of his son Gwern, who had been severely burned in the rescue attempt.

  In the resulting war, Matholwich maintained the advantage because he had the special magic chalice that Bran had given to him as a wedding present. One sip from the chalice and he was able to raise the dead. So when Matholwich’s soldiers died, the priest was able to bring them back and they were able to fight as well as ever.

  You can imagine this wore down Bran’s army. So his brother, Efnisien, tricked their enemies. He lay down amongst their dead and when the priest came by with the chalice to raise him, he killed the priest and smashed the chalice. Without the chalice, Matholwhich’s army had no chance against Bran. At the end of the battle, only seven men survived, including Bran, who was dying from a mortal wound to his foot from a poison arrow.”

  “That’s amazing. So were you also in the battle,” asked Paul.

  “No. Matholwhich tried to buy us into his army but we refused,” replied Derg.

  “So why are you telling us about this,” said George. “I don’t see how it has any relevance to finding my grandfather’s objects.”

  “Finnvarr, the king of the Sidhe, had a thing about women. He heard that Raven’s sister, Brânwen, was the most beautiful women in the world so he sent me and a few of my men to make a proposition. We offered to save Raven’s life in exchange for his s
ister.”

  “But he just went into a war to save his sister,” said Paul, “I can’t believe that he would be so ready to see her go again.”

  “He valued his life,” Derg continued, “so we made a deal. A blood debt. Raven accepted Finnvarr’s proposition and we healed the poison from his body. Raven also agreed to disappear and to never visit his sister, or the kin of his sister ever again.”

  “So you exiled him. No wonder he has such a chip on his shoulder,” said Paul.

  “He became a kind of free agent, if you like.”

  “So where does Maeve fit into all this,” asked George.

  “She’s Brânwen’s great-granddaughter,” replied Derg , “while all the stories tell that Brânwen died of grief after learning of her brother’s death, she was actually enjoying her life in Finnvarr’s court. A result of all this merriment was the conception of Maeve’s grandmother, Una, who in turn gave birth to Maeve’s mother, Fayla, many years later.”

  “But then Maeve must be hundreds of years old. You don’t expect us to believe that.”

  “Believe what you want.”

  “So how did Maeve end up living in Wakefield,” pressed George. “Shouldn’t she be living in the faerie court.”

  “Fayla wanted Maeve to experience something new so she chose a life outside of the court,” replied Derg, “which proved to be very difficult. Sidhe are much more vulnerable in this time-space dimension.”

  “Which is why you’ve been assigned to protect Maeve,” said Paul. “But she doesn’t know any of this.”

  “No, she doesn’t,” sighed Derg. “Fayla was killed in a freak accident and ever since that day Maeve has blocked out all recollection of who she really is. She was very young at the time and in the car when it crashed.”

  “So what did you and Raven agree to this time.”

  “He informed me that he was working for the Council of light.”

  “That’s impossible,” George interrupted Derg before he could finish. “My grandfather and I have been working for the Council tracking Raven through time and space for a long time now. He’s been working for Seth Marduk, stealing objects from museums around the world.”