Chapter 14 - A Neophyte’s Dream
The regal Akhenaten, in a simple
knee-length, ivory shendyt, slipped off his sandals. He sat down and crossed
his legs. He relaxed into a lotus position under a majestic oak tree outside
the Temple of Research. The distinctive oop-oop-oop
call of a hoopoe bird circling above did not distract him, even as the bird’s
broad and rounded wings beat gracefully and carried it into a nest box mounted
between two branches of the tree.
“M-master Akhenaten?” came a
hesitant voice. Koral Kendra, a young girl in the simple temple garment of a neophyte,
her chestnut hair, wrapped in golden threads bouncing with her stride,
cautiously approached Akhenaten. Koral was determined to possess the gift of
looking through the Infinity Portal. But she had yet to test her skills. The
training necessary to prepare her for the task was extremely demanding.
Neophytes needed to learn to go beyond intellectual understanding and into
intuition, and many did not make it through the preparation. But Koral had
worked diligently and with great devotion. She lived within a Temple of Seers, the
home to all women who accepted the rigors of the temple as their way of life. It
was a devotion she loved.
“Yes, Koral. What can I do for
you?” said Master Akhenaten looking up at the girl.
Koral was surprised that the
master knew her name. She was not aware that her progress had actually come to
the attention of many of the masters. “Mary Magdalene suggested you might be
able to help me. Do you have a moment?”
“She did?” Akhenaten cocked his
head to one side, his brow furrowing in thought. “Have you completed your
training in the Seer’s Temple, then?”
Koral nodded solemnly, but Akhenaten
could see the girl the excitement swirling in her aura. “I have. So I was
wondering if you might take me on as your student and show me how a Light
Traveler sees through time.” Koral paused expectantly, but Akhenaten’s face
revealed nothing to her.
She took in a deep breath and
pressed on, hoping to convince the master that she was worthy. “I learned that these
Travelers come to bring a special balancing; to help transmute the
negativity of the people they serve in each period in history.”
“I see,” Akhenaten said. “Well,
you are correct in your understanding of the role of a Light Traveler.” The
master paused, considering his next words. “However, I might add that in
addition to bringing this balance, we teach the virtues of keeping one’s word,
personal integrity, unconditional loving as well as holding a consciousness of
upliftment. These are all supportive of preparing people to know their true
selves.”
Koral nodded as awareness dawned
within her. “Hmmm. Of course. It’s clear from my studies that this is what
Travelers do. I just hadn’t put it together until you said that.”
Akhenaten’s face remained serious.
“Good. I see the key words I spoke stimulated understanding in you.”
Encouraged, Koral looked down
modestly. “Thank you for the awareness. I can understand that those qualities impart
the strength for people to advance to even higher levels of awareness.”
“You’re welcome.” Master Akhenaten
gestured for Koral to sit in front of him
on the carpet of grass. “But before I decide whether to accept you as a student
of the Infinity Portal, I think there are some things we need to discuss.”
Nodding, Koral sat and tried to
prepare herself for whatever test Akhenaten might have for her. She had worked
hard and felt ready to meet any challenge, but being accepted by Master Akhenaten
was a very big step in her advancement and she felt nervous. Despite the unease,
her curiosity was insatiable and she couldn’t help but ask “What you just said
brought some things to mind.”
Akhenaten’s eyebrows rose
quizzically. “Oh?”
Koral forged ahead, aware that the
master’s time was not to be wasted. But she was burning with a desire for
knowledge. “Yes, may I ask you some questions?” she asked eagerly.
Akhenaten stroked his chin
thoughtfully, then inclined his head. “If I am to evaluate your worthiness to
be my student, then you also have the right to see if I am the one you want to
be your teacher.”
Koral was slightly taken aback at Akhenaten’s
practical thinking on the matter, but quickly regained her composure and asked,
“Well, first of all, how did you become a Light Traveler?”
Akhenaten laughed out loud and
Koral cringed inwardly, fearing her question might seem frivolous to the great
teacher. But he did not seem put off. “It was surely not something I set out to
do,” Akhenaten said, settling back against the tree. “On the earth plane I
ruled the country of Egypt. They called me Pharaoh Amenhotep IV. In a
dream God asked me to build the city Armana—a place comparable to a ‘New
Jerusalem’.”
“God spoke to you?” asked Koral,
awed by the concept.
“It was in a dream, as I said. That’s
one of the things you will be challenged with as you learn and grow; how to
recognize what is given to you as you travel in your dreams.”
“So you weren’t sure if it was God
or not?”
Akhenaten solemnly shook his head.
“The only way you can be sure of what you hear in your dreams is to test them
out in the world. To become a ‘spiritual scientist’.”
Korak took in a deep breath and
tried to grasp the implications of what Akhenaten had gone through. “So you had
a city built based on a dream?”
A small smile appeared on Akhenaten’s
lips. “Well, I was the Pharoah, so I
didn’t have to explain myself to anyone.” Then Akhenaten became serious again.
“Not only did I build a new city, I was inspired to introduce a new teaching: monotheism;
the knowledge of one God. His name was Aten. And I became Akhenaten.”
“Changing a peoples’ belief sounds
like a daunting task,” Koral said, her brows furrowing.
Akhenaten nodded. “I would not
have thought it possible. But since a radiant being had communicated this
to me through Light and sound, I knew that not only could I do it, I had to do it. My knowing was that
strong.”
Akhenaten seemed to gaze into the
far distance, remembering. “As Akhenaten, I turned Egyptian tradition upside
down. The changes were not welcomed by most of my people.”
“So what did you do about that?”
Koral asked, a look of concern falling across her face.
Akhenaten shrugged. “There was
little I could do but hold to the integrity of the vision I was given.” He
sighed. “My ‘heresy’ was completely rejected. And punishment was handled with a
swiftness an efficiency I would have admired had the results not been my
murder.” Then Akhenaten smiled and looked at Koral. “But the seed was planted.
And the seed of Truth can grow, even when the soil is less than welcoming to
it.”
Koral hesitantly smiled back. “So
you’re saying that people don’t choose to be Light Travelers, but the Spirit
chooses them?”
“It’s something like that,” Akhenaten
said with a chuckle. “It’s more like who we are—the soul—prepares, but we may
not be consciously aware of it when we re-embody.”
Koral let that concept sink in,
then, with a slight shake of her head pressed on. “Well, I know that there have
always been Light Travelers on the earth, but I don’t know much about them. You
were a king…are all the Travelers people of high stature.”
Not unkindly, Master Akhenaten chuckled.
“Not at all. Some have been poets, writers, scientists, philosophers and
teachers on the Earth plane. Others have led such ordinary lives that they went
virtually unnoticed even as they anchored this powerful energy of Light into
the physical realm.”
“What do you mean that they
‘anchored’ this Light?” Koral immediately asked. She was fascinated and
delighted that Master Akhenaten was willing to be so forthcoming. While very
loving, these teachers of the Light and Sound were not often this responsive to
the questions of their students—possibly because once started, the questions
could be endless. But Akhenaten seemed content to satisfy Koral’s curiosity
further.
“The Father/Mother God extends its
Light and Sound everywhere. On the earth plane it is necessary for a physical
body to receive and allow this energy to flow into that level. That is what Light
Travelers do.”
Understanding dawned in Koral’s
eyes so Akhenaten continued. “At special times in human evolution, a Traveler
is given the keys to Soul Transcendence: The practices that awaken the
awareness of oneself as a Soul and as more than that, knowing their oneness
with God. This is not a theoretical
understanding, but the actual experience of that living reality.”
“Is that what you taught, Master Akhenaten?”
Koral wanted to know.
Akhenaten shook his head, but
smiled. “I did not teach that when I was pharoah because people were not at the
stage of their development to be able to know that. The inner mysteries of Light
and sound were mostly secret for many centuries until a Light Traveler who
became known as Jesus embodied.”
Once again Koral nodded. Jesus was
known to all the neophytes. “During his lifetime,” Akhenaten continued, “he
made the inner wisdoms available to the masses. After that, the spiritual
knowledge was available to anyone who awakened to the truth within.”
As Koral allowed the wisdom she
had been receiving to settle within her, Akhenaten made a gesture while holding
his consciousness on a secret, sacred thought and conjured an Infinity Portal.
As the portal sprang into being, Koral gasped. She knew this was the test
Akhenaten would use to evaluate her readiness to be his student. Any sense of confidence
she had gained as the master had spoken so freely with her evaporated as the
portal solidified, and tension filled the girl. This was far too important to
make even a single error. Just because Akhenaten had summoned the portal did
not mean she would be able to see the visions it presented. It was up to her to
maintain the requisite singleness of focus for as long as the master instructed
her.
The portal itself was the size of
an open book. Its surface had the appearance of a mirror cut from a large
precious stone polished to crystal smoothness. The students training to be
Seers would gaze within these portals throughout their training. They
would see the colors, and the light and symbols of the spirit world. Their
vision would deepen to the vibration and color of the world around
them. They would feel, hear and see in their portal the emanations of the higher
realms of spirit. Daily meditations and spiritual inner exercises would strengthen
their ability. It was momentous that Akhenaten had opened a portal for Koral.
She knew every bit of her training would be called upon to maintain her
connection to it.
Master Akhenaten gestured again
and the portal projected the holographic sacred geometric pattern of the Flower
of Life. The floating flower pulsed energy all around.
Akhenaten closed his eyes and
blessed the portal. “We call forward and bless the history of the Shamir
Stone for the Highest Good”. Akhenaten touched the center of the portal causing
the geometric pattern to spin, saying, “I will use the history of the
Shamir Stone to show how we search through time. The Flower of Life portal
is only for advanced initiates; those who have demonstrated the
ability to focus through time.”
The master touched Koral at the
middle of her forehead and she felt a tingling sensation. She closed her eyes
briefly, then opened them as Akhenaten said, “Let’s see if you can hold the
energy long enough to follow the story as we go along.”
Koral gazed more closely at the
portal. Despite her anxiety, her amber eyes sparkled with excitement. She had
learned that touching a portal without a blessing would not open the door of
time. Only creating a clear, heartfelt intention would bring the best results
when searching. This Flower of Life portal was what she most wanted to know
about. Her goal was to serve in the Temple of Research.
As the portal surface showed
scenes of events through time, Akhenaten began explaining the Shamir
Stone. “The Shamir was one of ten miraculous artifacts created by God at
twilight upon the Sixth Day of Creation. It is a supernatural worm the size of
a single grain of barleycorn. Its gaze is so powerful that it can cut
through any material with ease; even through diamond itself, the hardest
substance on Earth. Such a wondrous creature God entrusted to the hoopoe bird.
It was charged with serving the Shamir whenever and wherever the time came.”
Akhenaten pointed to the bird nest
above in the oak tree. “His species is to protect the Shamir from all
harm. Hoopoes are not supernatural. They are widespread throughout places
called Europe and Asia on the Earth plane.”
Koral’s eyes narrowed as she asked
in an uncertain tone. “Wait, I am confused. Why is the Shamir called a
stone when it is a worm?”
Akhenaten replied, “The Shamir is called
a stone to keep its identity secret. Only those who know what a Shamir is would
know it’s a worm. And, the tiny lead box in which it rests looks like a stone.”
The portal revealed symbols and a projection
of Hermes, the High Priest of Atlantis, bringing the Shamir from Atlantis to
Egypt.
As Hermes appeared, Koral frowned,
“That’s Hermes! I have seen him in our Garden. What did he have to do with the
Shamir?”
Through the portal Koral watched
Hermes near a pyramid in Egypt. It was under construction at a location where
an energy vortex extended from the earth and aligned with the stars of the
constellation Orion in the heavens.
Akhenaten continued, “Do you see
Hermes carrying a tiny metal box?” Koral nodded, fascinated by the scene. “The
Shamir was always wrapped in wool and stored in a container made of lead, where
it rested and traveled the inner realms of Light until it was needed in the
Earth realm. Any other vessel would melt and disintegrate under the
Shamir's gaze.”
Koral watched Hermes as he donned a
gold breastplate. He opened the lid of the small lead box and unwrapped the
wool cloth. Next, he set the Shamir over the construction plans of the
Pyramid of the North. The Shamir hovered, absorbing the images. At a signal
unseen by the observers, Hermes placed it back into its box, closed it, and
rose.
The portal faded, then revealed a
new scene. The master and hopeful initiate watched as Hermes arrived at the
site where several uncut stones lay near the partly constructed pyramid. Again,
Hermes, with a hoopoe bird perched nearby, opened the box. The bird, with its
long bill, delicately picked up the tiny worm and placed it near the roughly
hewn stones. There was a brief pause and then a beam of light burst from the
Shamir’s gaze and extended to the raw stone. In moments, the light cut the
stones precisely to the measurements of the drawing it had absorbed.
The portal revealed that day after
day the hoopoe bird moved the worm from stone to stone. Once all the massive
stones were cut, Hermes stepped forward and beckoned to a group of Atlantean priests.
With intensely focused concentration, they raised their hands and projected an
immensely powerful energy that reversed gravity and polarity. As if weightless,
the multi-ton stones rose and moved into place.
As the final stone settled, Master
Akhenaten raised his left hand over the portal, ending the session. He glanced
at Koral to see if she was able to hold the consciousness necessary to maintain
contact with the portal. He saw beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and her
face was slightly haggard from the strain of intense concentration.
Despite her near exhaustion, at
the master’s glance Koral tensed and waited for Akhenaten’s next words. She
knew this would be the pronouncement that could alter the course of her entire
life. Time seemed to slow as he considered his decision.
“Have I demonstrated worthiness to
become a student of this man?” Koral wondered to herself. “Have I asked too
many questions? Was I strong enough? Should I say something? Should I keep a
respectful silence?” As these questions raced through Koral’s mind, she became
more and more uncertain. “What will I do if he refuses me?”
Akhenaten nodded once, coming to
his conclusion. He took in a breath, almost a sigh, and said, “I think that is quite
enough for your first Flower of Life portal lesson.”
Koral paled. “I can do better,”
she blurted out. “Really, I will work harder. I’m sure I can…” Near tears,
Koral paused and her mouth shut with a clap. “Wait, what did you say?”
Reaching forward, Akhenaten
enfolded Koral in a gentle hug. “I said, young initiate, that you have done
enough for your first lesson. We will get together again soon.”
“We will?” Koral asked in a daze.
Akhenaten laughed, “Of course we
will. Since you are now my student, we will be seeing a lot of each other.”
“Your st…”
Akhenaten nodded his head and
laughed, shooing her away with his hands. Koral sprang to her feet. “Oh, thank
you Master Akhenaten. You will not be sorry you have made this choice.”
The master nodded, still smiling
as Koral backed away. “Go, find a drink of water, celebrate with your friends…”
As she turned, his face became slightly more serious. “…because your real work
is only now beginning,” he said too quietly for her to hear.
Koral could barely contain her
joy. It would not do at all for a brand new initiate to be seen running through
the serene garden. But there was a definite spring to her step as she went to
find her friends and share with them her good fortune.
From its nest high in the oak tree,
the hoopoe with its crown of colorful feathers took wing, then glided down to
rest on Akhenaten’s shoulder. “Yes, my friend,” said Akhenaten to the bird,
“this one will be a brilliant student, and one whose future will be very
bright.” The bird seemed to nod its head once and appeared far wiser than a
bird should be.
