Son of a Melchizedek / “I AM Sanat Kumara” (part4)
Streams of fluorescent blue light escaped through the cracks of the shut door. They poured out of the nondescript room forming an odd shaped beacon in the corner of the seemingly endless hallway. The hallway that lead from the Tavern’s entrance.
Almarek, the Tavern, was located in the less visited coordinates of Sirius B’s Sector 2c.
Atun continued walking towards the lit room past the loud commotion of the locals congregated around the sprawling crescent shape glass counter that wrapped the bar.
Eyes glued to the action on the Video Terminals, chatting away in groups or alone lost in thought the vision was unique.
These were groups of diverse races you’d be hard pressed to see together on any other planet in this Universe.
Reptilians, humans from different places including Lyra, nine feet tall Praying Mantis and Arcuturians to name the predominant bunch. There were even some passing Felines.
Despite all the strife that was prevalent, atleast ten galactic races and their hybrids were represented tonight.
This was quintessential Sirius B. This was his home.
As he passed one particularly loud group, a couple looked up to suss him out. Then they acknowledged him with a nod.
Atun returned the nod and continued walking towards his target, tall and proud. Lyran style.
The group quickly went back to their arguing and contemplating. The bar counter was inundated by glasses of colourful iridescent frothy and slow intoxicating drinks.
There were not many Lyrans around these days. Mistrust and aggression still ran high amongst Lyrans and the Reptilian hybrids.
It was eons since the since destruction of Avyon but the topic and the blame on the hybrids was still afresh in Sirius politics.
He made his way to his target. He remembered what he was told.
“Look for the room with bright blue light” said the Clerk who worked at the Galactic Council chambers.
He bounced off the Snake tail part of his human-snake hybrid body to stress “You’ll know when you find it”. Which was at best vague to Atun.
“Sanat will be waiting for you there” the hybrid clerk chatted away. There was an infliction on the word “waiting”. The subtext was dont keep him waiting.
Sometimes he wasn’t sure if anyone could accurately deciphered the telepathic frequency of these Reptilian hybrids. Was it my prejudice?
His thoughts returned to the meeting. Atun barely managed to contain his excitement at this first meeting with Sanat. It was an honor.
Besides this project could be exciting and rewarding. More than the Lyran Reconnaissance and Planetary Salvage team he was been working for. Making those routine exploration trips to the non-happening Sector 42 of a planet south of Lyran constellation.
He had seen Sanat in the Video Logs of Galactic Federation’s Council sessions.
In those Sanat emphatically argued against Recycling planet Earth whose vibration had fallen below the minimum stipulation by the Cosmic Law.
Emphatic and backed by extensive irrefutable data, putting his reputation and impeccable record on the line, with laser precision he argued for his petition to lead a team to salvage dark Earth.
With a diverse representation of galactic race, the Council of 144 was not an easy one to impress or bring to an agreement.
But they finally approved his petition. Miracle by itself.
It was clearly evident Sanat was a passionate persuasive inspiring leader who lead from the front. Intense, nevertheless. Atun wanted to work for him.
Apart from these appearances Sanat seem to have a reputation for staying away from the spotlight.
Known as a unflinching taskmaster, conversations about Sanat Kumara was inevitably peppered with generous doses of admiration from friends and reluctant praises from foes.
Either way he was a legend in his own right for his record of stellar accomplishments and uncompromising integrity. Some say to a point a of naivety.
Right outside the door he wondered if this one had a Neural Identity scanners. Before he could finish the sentence in his head a translucent console quickly materialized in front of him between the door.
He swiped his palms over the red circle in the middle of the scanner. A series of colored lights came on as a response. Then it beeped. He was in.
This was probably atleast the second IdentityScanner that had authenticated his identity as he made his entry into the room.
Knowing how these things worked, he was pretty sure when he got within feet of the door he had activated an unseen thermal field.
Which scanned his body, read his DNA imprints and data from his Genetic Entity memory banks. Which then get uploaded into Galactic federation’s mainframe computers for a match.
Then the Neural Identity scanner probably initiated a second level of identity scans. Activated by his Intent to enter the room the device probably scanned his forehead for his Soul & Incarnation Identifier symbol, uploaded it, decrypted it and matched it with initial Thermal scan data. Then cross verified it against entry in the Akashic Record database.
All these were measures to counter masquerading.
Very few and only highly evolved Soul groups had access to Soul & Incarnation Identifier database. This was a restricted download from Akashic Records database. With all the high level restriction it did not mean renegade groups did not try to hack into the Galactic Federation’s Mainframes.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door clicking open slightly ajar.
“Come in” shot out a deep penetrating voice.
It was Sanat.
“Shut the door behind you” continued the commanding melodic voice as Atun stepped into the room.
His eyes refocussed to see in the dimly lit room. There were two seated around a rectangle table. He recognized Sanat from the Logs.
Sanat rose up to his full height, 12ft or so and strode swiftly towards Atun.
He was attired in royal Lyran regalia and the robe flowing behind him made a swoosh catching up with his long fast strides.
Opening his arms he made a gesture for an embrace.
A Lyran custom which made contact with left side of the chest to align both people’s Heart chakras and setting intent to connect from that level.
“I AM Sanat Kumara” he pronounced in his commanding voice after hugging.
Sanat’s expression was stern as he made firm eye contact with Atun. No smiles. Atun had not seen Sanat smile in any place in the Video Logs he had previewed. It was not personal.
Atun started to notice something. He had a blissful feel of his heart expand boundlessly as he felt engulfed by a strange but soothing warm safe embrace of maternal energy.
His High Heart chakra kicked into gear. All his other chakras were getting reset, realigned and reenergized. A violet flame torched his Aura into purification.
Then a rod of hot energy shot up and secured a firm connection to his Higher Self.
All this happened in fraction of the moment of embrace. Sanat was a Healer allright.
Atun realized what the last jolt of energy to his Higher Self was for.
It was to allow Atun to have the purest and strongest connection to his Higher Self and Divine Plan at all times. So that his FreeWill was not violated at any time during their discussion.
This is where the deep seated integrity of Sanat Kumara showed and differentiated him from most in the nasty cut throat Galactic politics.
Now he became aware of Sanat addressing him.
“I’am glad you accepted the invitation. Earth’s time is short. At anointed time window allowed by Cosmic Law we have to be ready to make our entry. We have to act quickly” said Sanat cutting to the agenda right away.
Perhaps there were credibility to rumours of his efficient and seemingly abrupt communication style.
“Take your seat.” Sanat continued in his commanding voice pointing to a vacant chair beside the other person in the room. He has not spoken yet. He was watching everything silently.
“First, let’s review Earth’s probable Event Streams and their respective Timelines”.
“Verify GFC authorizations. Download Event maps” Sanat spoke into the invisible Microphone whose voice recognition algorithms would authorize the command to the Galactic Federation Mainframes.
It was Atun’s jobs to know these things. He was their Technology Specialist.
A huge translucent screen instantly materialized into the middle of the room right in front of them. The screen then came alive and started to get inundated with jumbled moving images. Then they started to unscramble into coherent shapes.
Sanat suddenly turned to look at Atun.
“For a long time, my father wouldn’t let me sit at the table with him” reflected Sanat Kumara.
“Even though my mother was Lyran royalty my Reptilian father of Lizard race for a long time could not help remind us we were Slaves of the Orion empire”.
“Despite my accomplishments I felt this lack never able to please him.”
He paused to reflect.
“We spend a lot of time and effort wanting to be seen by those who can never see us, don’t we?”
Atun was in shock over Sanat’s casual revelation.
So the murmurs in Sirius were true. Sanat Kumara was indeed part Reptilian.
So Sanat belonged to the same group. The much discriminated against in Sirius. The Human-Reptilian hybrid.
Reading his thoughts, Sanat Kumara gazed intently into Atun and continued.
“We cannot afford to have this hatred. Self worth has to come from Soul level not our Race”.
“There has been enough foolishness on both side. The war between Humans and Reptilians must end. Peace must prevail” Sanat’s voice boomed.
There was, what seemed like, an eon of silence. It was interrupted by the other person, the silent one in the room motioning.
Then they all turned their attention to images continuing to dance on the huge screen.
