For a Planet in peril (part 3)
You never forget some sights.
Paralyzed by the emotions imprinted with such ghastly visuals, the body just slumps into surrender.
He watched the grotesque bloody scene below from the heights and safety of the Galactic Federaton’s spacecraft hurrying from the horror of the piled lifeless bodies below.
Death has this peculiar smell to it.
With this seeming hole in his heart and knot in his stomach, his thoughts were frozen.
He could never forgive himself. Never.
Not this. Never.
A promise he would keep for many lives to come (Strange how we set ourselves up)
He was supposed to have protected them.
“How could I not see it coming?”
“I was supposed to be the royalty…serve them..be ahead at all times”
He want to cry but he couldn’t. He wanted to scream.
He couldn’t.
It was the Council’s directive the Lyran royalty was to be whisked off to safety first.
It was matter of hours before the planet exploded.
The Scalar weapon had done its damage. The scorched bodies were proof.
He watched them below, dying in slow motion, writhing in pain for eternity.
Nooooo.
His fist made contact with the partition propelled by the force of his raw anger. Not quite going through the partition it did manage to scrape his skin.
He started to but he was choking on his screams.
His eyes open now he realized he was not on a Spaceship.
Breathing heavily and sweating, he was staring at his bedroom walls.
His home. Sirius B.
Laying beside him, she was looking at him intently, not saying a word.
But those deep clear eyes exuded worry. “Same nightmares?”
He nodded slowly.
“They are becoming frequent arent they?” she asked. It was more of a statement.
He was staring at the glow of Sirius A through the largest window in the bedroom.
She cautiously placed her fingers on the side of his head.
He realized why. His body was tense. He let his body relax and breathed. Prana circulated through the blocked energy channels.
Almost by cue, she nudged closer snuggling. Her eyes were the most beautiful as ever. Tastefully encased by her curly gold hair.
He just loved her so much in a way he never imagined he would.
Running her fingers through his hair, she seemed preoccupied now.
“What?” he knew her. She was spinning her wheels.
“Did you realize it started getting more frequent close to your meeting with Sanat Kumara?”
“Yes, it did cross my mind” He wondered what she was getting at.
“Are you sure you are not taking this mission to redeem yourself? from guilt? Lost one planet, save another?”
He thought for a second, considering.
“I dont think so but I don’t know. That guilt, is a wound I have to heal but this mission…that is what I do.
” You know that?” He said starting to get up.
“yes, I do, my husband. Your vast compassion for those in need and I love you dearly for that. I get that”
“But the guilt part, how many lives do you have to take before you can forgive yourself?”
“Besides you dont have to do it this…. literally exile yourself on a dysfunctional planet for millions of years. Even the Council thinks the chances are slim for shifting Earth’s vibration”
“Yet Sanat Kumara volunteered…” He interjected.
“…and I promised to help. We go way back to the Orion slave colonies”.
He was finished getting dressed. He paused turning to face to her.
“Is it maybe because you just dont want me to leave?”
“ofcourse I don’t want you to leave!! Millions of years?” she countered emphatically.
“But I understand…” she finished reluctantly.
“Millions of years or less. Depends how long it takes to train enough natives to anchor sufficient light into the planet. “
“Enough to exceed the minimum vibration required by the Cosmic Law of the One. Enough for them to escape recycling back into the Central Sun”
“Are you lecturing me now?” She said. Her eyes twinkling and feisty.
“Would I dare lecture you, my love?” He mused.
He was at the door now “As for…how many lives? As many as it takes!” he smiled.
“You are incorrigible”
“i know. Off to business now, love” pecking her generous lips and heading out to the door.
Outside now he looked at the sky again. He didn’t want to be late.
You didnt keep Sanat Kumara waiting. He was impatient and curt when it came to such things.
His aggressiveness, razor sharp intellect and knowledge of the Cosmos “that’s his Reptilian side” they whispered in the Sirius B colonies.
Though Sanat Kumara was platinum blonde haired and blue-eyed like other Lyran Royalty it was whispered in the back alleys of the colonies that his father was a Reptilian…a Dragon of the Melchizedek order. Esteemed high priest of healers from Orion.
In Sirius, prejudice still ran high towards Reptilians even in this age. Persecutions of the Reptilians Hybrids were not uncommon.
Sanat Kumara, Ascended Master of the Orion Humans, was too powerful, too respected and above the skirmishes . Then he was also the Council’s golden child.
He could see the Tavern now.
Sanat Kumara was probably already there. He was always early.
“Why did he pick Lemuria as the entry point?” he wondered as he walked through the doors of the Tavern.
(to be continued)
