The Pearl On The String E-Book

Jenny Richter

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

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Beschreibung

Embark on a karmic odyssey with ”The Pearl on the String,” delving into the cosmic saga of Sekhmet, a member of a galactic pioneer group instrumental in initiating the human race through DNA creation. In ancient Egypt, the alien gods utilized giants and an inherent understanding of frequency as instruments to structure energy into settlements with unparalleled vibrancy. Yet, as Rah`s prophecy of a cataclysmic era looms, Sekhmet`s steadfast belief in humanity`s potential to pull itself out of the darkness becomes her exile sentence, propelling her into a cycle of karmic entanglement.

Across five incarnations spanning epochs and civilizations, Sekhmet grapples with her karmic wound amidst the rise and fall of empires. From Persia`s alchemical marvels to North America`s collision with fate, her journey echoes through time, guided by her intrinsic soul connection, yet lost within the era of forgetting and separation consciousness. As the shadows of World War II engulf the world, Sekhmet`s voice transcends temporal confines, offering guidance in a turbulent era. Rooted in the numerological wisdom of change, symbolized by the number 5, the narrative weaves a tapestry of personal destiny and human spirituality, inviting readers to uncover their own voices through the ages.

Amidst the ebb and flow of history, a revelation emerges—the cyclical flow of energy unveils a profound truth: abundance originates from within. Shedding the chains of savior thinking, a new epoch emerges—one where humanity seeks its own illumination, forging a cosmic path and awakening to its limitless potential within. ”The Pearl on the String” is an enthralling exploration of humanity`s evolution—from the cradle of guided cosmic infancy to the transformative embrace of self-empowerment—inviting readers on a journey of healing, discovery, and cosmic enlightenment.

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Jenny Richter

The Pearl on the String

remembered and illustrated by Jenny Richter

Copyright © 2023 by Jenny Richter

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For Ben.

My dear friend of a pure heart.

Contents

Foreword

1. Clay

2. Stone

3. Grounding

4. Earth

5. Dust

6. Blood

7. Lead

8. Gold

9. Mercury

10. Mica

11. Bones

12. Amber

13. Forge

14. not yet…

15. Fire

16. Salt

17. Water

18. Yearning

19. Vapor

20. Womb

21. Breath

22. Karma

23. Spirit

24. Balance

25. Truth

Artwork Legend

Words of Appreciation

Foreword

This novel is predominantly channeled.

I am in awe and so grateful for the clear guidance I received.

Thank you.

1

Clay

I was lured out of deep sleep by the moist purr of Zura next to my ear, so close that her dewy snout vibrations penetrated my eardrum, dominating my senses without actually touching my skin.

I would not admit to being awake. As Zura tapered off her first attempt to mold me into her will, she withdrew her face from mine, only to land her heavy paw directly on my cheek.

The weight was light enough not to be hostile, but she applied just enough pressure to be unnerving. A familiar wave of annoyance rose within me, building into boiling irritation.

I lay perfectly still, my eyelids seemingly relaxed, not giving her the pleasure of an early win.

We both knew what was coming next.

Sure enough, she launched her powerful move: one single claw advanced out of her soft paw and onto my skin, right underneath my left eye, ever so slowly piercing forward, teasing the option of breaking my epidermis.

I slapped her paw off my face, raised my eyes wide open, jolted up in my bed, and gave her a full-hearted neck cuddle.

I took in the last moments of pleasure in the warmth of my lavish blankets, woven with a glimmering blue and gold pattern, surrounded by my sumptuously soft furs.

Zura rubbed her face onto my forehead, clearly pleased with herself, as every morning, to rouse me from my slumber to be fit to serve her next notion - which usually revolved around food.

Efrem had remained motionless behind me throughout the whole ordeal. His entire body was stretched out alongside mine, taking up a significant amount of space in my sleeping chamber without any hint of humility.

As soon as our daily routine shifted from Zura’s persistent annoyances to my willingness to rise for the new day, a fresh and invigorating enthusiasm would awaken within Efrem.

Rolling onto his back, he eagerly sought my full attention and belly rubs. His infectious joy never failed to delight me.

Oh, how I loved waking up among my cheetahs, feeling their warmth and gentle magnificence, running my fingers along their flawless coat, feeling the powerful landscape of their muscles underneath.

Creatures born of natural royalty.

Not a single morning passed without Zura and Efrem evoking the memory of the great Sudhana in me.

She had been attuned to me since I was a young girl, around 22 years old in human time. Our aging process is intentional, rather than imposed by biology, as we do not believe in the concept of biological aging.

To unite my life with Sudhana meant to deepen my spiritual focus and develop the cognizance necessary to independently fulfill my purpose.

Her cells vibrated with mine, and sensing her was a natural part of my physical being.

Sudhana was my teacher and guardian, guiding me toward clarity to precisely maneuver within the spiritual plane. Her third eye served as my direct access point, my doorway to enter the energetic realm.

We were tasked to proficiently navigate the field of all information, accessing all records from what we referred to as our past. We also learned to navigate the energetic realm of potential, still in its wavering state of probability, aligning as our future.

To maintain control over our own minds and access either the past or future, diverse methods of mastery were necessary. Yet, whether traveling backward or forward along the thread of time, a consistent requirement was to deactivate our heart field.

This ensured that our individual emotions and preferences didn’t impede or overwrite the information we were exploring.

During our training to review past information, our minds had to meticulously keep track of the specific section of the timeline we were scanning. Although all information is recorded within the energetic field and can be accessed simultaneously, our minds can only comprehend events sequentially.

Our mental framework is intrinsically connected to the structure of time. Consequently, the linear flow of reality shaped by our minds arranges events into a coherent narrative, an organized story that our mental perception can read and process—much like pearls on a string, arranged in a specific order to form a cohesive pattern.

Only by organizing information into a structured timeline of events can a fluid storyline emerge, giving rise to a sense of experience and identity. This perception of a connected narrative, a sequence of unfolding events intertwined into a multi-layered tapestry of experience, allows consciousness to fragment into individual self-awareness. Each being holds a unique location within the web of time, like coordinates on a map.

Therefore, to navigate the information field of the past and perceive events within their proper context, we followed the chronological string of time.

Scanning the field of future potential was markedly different.

While observing the waveforms of viabilities, we had to rigorously control our mental preferences because we were not permitted to influence the direction in which the multitude of energetic potential was to manifest within our dimension.

We were strictly prohibited from applying emotional signals from our own heart field to avoid entanglement with the weaving web of reality.

Violating this rule and infusing emotional energy into a potential future outcome would initiate a specific pattern woven by our own spark of choice, thereby entangling ourselves in the active shaping of events—and incurring karma.

Consequently, our soul would then become intertwined with the forward progression of reality through countless loops in time, connected with events from different ages and spirits, until all karmic threads are disconnected and reopened.

Any misstep in this process could be detrimental, and I couldn’t afford to make any errors as I was the holder of Balance.

The Portal

Before I became fully proficient in the High Art of Egypt to navigate existence along the very threshold between the energetic and physical realm, Sudhana chose me as her scholar, and our spirits became connected as one.

Although I was already well-versed in the technique to shut down the electromagnetic shield of my mind to merge with the universal plane of information, I still struggled to concentrate my awareness onto a specific direction. Sudhana trained me to focus on her third eye as the entry door into the energetic realm, providing me with a straightforward route of passage, and for many years, she was the portal from which I launched my journeying.

I became increasingly adept at deliberately switching between states of consciousness until the day came when I sensed her third eye as my own third eye, and the separation between us dissolved.

At that point, I was able to raise my current upwards through my spinal cord to activate my pineal gland without further assistance, a remarkable milestone for me as this closed my autonomous circuit of consciousness.

The progression into my fully stable energy template was swift yet crucial, as our Soul Collective upheld the permanent high-frequency within Earth’s energetic matrix throughout our era in time.

We were essential to maintain balance within Earth’s energy field, which serves as a galactic interface that provides a platform for soul growth and development at any level of consciousness.

Every soul that desires to experience embodiment on Earth is allowed and welcomed to do so.

We were necessary to maintain this balance given the substantial influx of low-frequency souls drawn to Earth for their own developmental journeys.

Our purpose was to project a high frequency of consciousness, thereby upholding a neutral and vital energy basis for Earth to function as a learning ground rooted in the interactions between incarnated spirits. All souls seeking self-expansion contribute to the galactic expansion and have the privilege to access Earth, a planet solely driven by purpose.

We maintained an acute awareness of the delicate dynamics within the ongoing story of Earth’s consciousness.

This interface provides a rich experience through contrast and duality, a highly effective and efficient activation of self-awareness.

In the journey of an incarnated soul, it is typical to begin its path at the opposing end of the spectrum from its inherent state.

This is done to gain insight by undergoing experiences that contrast its true essence, to intensely experience what it is not.

As each sentient enters the arena of Earth, it carries distinct intentions aimed at expanding its self-consciousness. These intentions give rise to a range of life experiences intricately woven around the themes that align with the Soul’s learning trajectory.

Ordinarily, the Soul embarks on its journey from the opposing perspective of its natural evolution. It may come to learn the essence of true value through encounters with loss, genuine connection through the crucible of intense rejection, self-sovereignty by detaching from the constructs of self-identity, emotional generosity amidst lingering anger, authentic autonomy while navigating through patterns of dependence, and a return into empowerment through the experience of disempowerment.

For the Soul to truly understand itself, it requires the presence of contrast. As we enter the realm of Earth’s energy, our essence divides into opposing aspects.

Alongside the self-expressions we consciously embrace, we simultaneously embody the opposing expression, though these are the energies we rather “not see” and hesitate to acknowledge - these we label as our dark side or shadows.

This phenomenon is rooted in the fundamental law of polarities, a defining feature of our reality.

In the pursuit of deeper understanding, our higher Self fragments itself, allowing us to gain a more nuanced perspective on these contrasting aspects within us. Consequently, the path to self-expansion hinges on the integration of all these polarities within our essence, leading to the empowerment of greater Self-awareness.

This energetic evolution unfolds over one or many lifetimes, gradually illuminating our inauthentic patterns and helping us rediscover our true essence.

Transformation occurs as we harmonize these dual perspectives and to “fully see”, to gain equal awareness of the fragments of energy expression within us, ultimately finding balance within a neutral center.

In this journey, all aspects of dark and light are equally important and depend on each other to perceive one another.

The Soul requires this contrast to recognize itself and to serve as a reference point for its own experiences.

We first need to be aware of the absence to recognize the presence of what we seek to expand.

Nonetheless, creating this dynamic interplay of contrasting perspectives and experiences also adheres to the natural principle of cause and effect. This is Earth’s most attractive feature as well as its trickiest challenge because the proportion of positivity or negativity within a soul’s intentions does not determine the positive or negative effect of its actions.

A large number of negative consequences from actions on the planet–even if carried forward by positive intention–could lead to destructive events with the capacity to wipe out entire civilizations and halt the growth of incarnated individuals.

At every point in time on Earth, there exists a group of guardians who hold high frequencies to safeguard Earth’s vibrational balance.

Conversely, the collection of low-frequency energies forms a dark force that gains its own awareness and purpose-driven dynamic to expand.

It creates a feeding cycle based on the law of cause and effect, pursuing dark action to harvest equal reaction, to swell in growth and power.

Dark forces rely on the currency of un-reflected pain.

Within Earth’s cosmic teaching system, the soul’s ascending path is shaped by its desires. Pain serves as the catalyst for spiritual alchemy: driving action, prompting reflection, and, ultimately, facilitating transmutation into higher stages of self-awareness.

The ideal transformation leads from a state of suffering to one of joy.

An individual’s ascension to higher light realms is realized through an understanding of personal freedom and choice—the active freedom to select one’s perspective.

Our reality is the perspective we hold. Reality is a perspective.

This realization guides the focus of one’s energy and, consequently, shapes what is manifested.

The process of self-discovery leads to a profound re-membering of the timeless interconnection within the fabric of existence.

The awareness of the Self beyond the self-constructed identities unveils the individual as the catalyst for creation itself.

A soul resonating at a low vibration exists in a state of limited awareness regarding its true divine nature. It has obscured its memory of cosmic connection and adopted a sense of physical existence with the consciousness of a lost fractal.

Each soul must self-initiate its own ascent to higher frequencies.

As this awakening is catalyzed by the experience of temporary discomfort, a dissonance sensed as pain, the soul, through reflection, learns to respond intentionally. It becomes equipped with an understanding of the energetic consequences of its actions and gains the discernment to counter external action with internally informed reaction, ultimately attaining sovereignty.

Every path of soul growth begins with the sense of disconnection from the creating source and ultimately leads to unification with the universal field through awareness and choice.

Being part of the All involves embodying a unique fractal expression of the whole. This allows Source to observe itself as the creator through infinite individual facets. Consequently, every conscious being possesses the ability to create its own reality, as each soul is a perfect reflection of the Source.

To provide a multitude of experiences based on various choices of perception, the Earth must maintain a neutral interface.

However, the constant shifting of frequencies of incarnated beings impacts Earth’s energy field and causes fluctuations.

As a result, although a perfect balance is impossible to attain, it is a constantly sought-after endeavor.

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Our soul stream was born with complete cosmic memory.

We were individualized into four bodies, yet aware of our vibrational reality.

In the early phases of our lives, we gradually learned to embody all stages of light frequency. We attuned ourselves to every spectrum of light, enhancing the pulsation within us until our very cell structure fused with the coding of light. This ultimate fusion enabled us to transmit light itself, allowing us to hold and project Earth’s full spectrum of wavelengths in a harmonious combination.

Integrating our cellular codes with the light coding of fully embodied consciousness allowed the electromagnetic field of our bodies to radiate light back into the planetary field. This marked the fulfillment of our purpose.

Our physical forms metamorphosed into self-activated transmitters of light.

As we journeyed forward, our ultimate objective remained clear: to attain absolute mastery in transmitting the sublime golden frequency.

The positioning of space and time holds vital importance in the global network of light custodians. Each guardian serves as a geographically specific link in the activated energy grid that blankets the Earth. As the network evolves, certain guardians are prompted to relocate to different locations, guided by the natural course of their lives and unfolding circumstances.

Earth Energy Grid

As I placed my feet onto the cool glazed clay floor of my bedroom, Zura paced eagerly, waiting for me to open the heavy wooden door.

The moment she could fit through the opening, I shouted “zaiyaah!”—her cue to go hunt. She bolted out of sight, and I was fully assured that she would return with a trophy in her snout.

Usually, that was a fat rat, but sometimes she brought home small foxes, vulture birds, rabbits, or even the long neck of a goose. Once, she dragged along a crocodile, and I will never know what had unfolded that morning for her to be the winner of a brawl with a young, male, human-sized monster from the swamps.

Every morning, she placed her offerings of dead treasure at my feet for me to inspect while praising her properly.

The young boys from the temple staff were enthusiastically fighting over the privilege of picking up Zura’s kill to bring to the kitchen, where the meat was roasted and divided—half for Zura and half for our midday meal.

Zura, much like her mother Sudhana, was a skilled and fierce hunter.

Despite her youth, she displayed the same passion and hunting prowess as her mother.

Sudhana had moved with grace and elegance, qualities that were equally present in Zura, whether she was capturing prey or accompanying me on walks through the bustling markets of the settlements.

The sight of us always stirred excitement among the people, especially the children.

In the sunlight, the patterns of Sudhana’s fur would dance in a golden shimmer, while the spots on her coat took on a deep red hue. She stood tall beside me during my appearances at the High Court of the temple, as still as a statue, not a muscle moving, while I carried out my duty of administering high justice.

During harvest season, Sudhana and I meandered through the settlements and farming lands, witnessing the celebrations of the season’s growth and slaughter.

Five years ago, one morning, she returned from her hunt with a farming goat in her jaws.

This was a bad omen.

The farm owner requested an audience at court, expressing his anguish over his children presenting parts of a freshly slaughtered goat to my cheetah.

Despite their innocent delight in offering the sacrifice to my royal feline, they did not fully grasp the gravity of their actions, and I forgave them.

Sudhana, pregnant with Efrem and Zura at that time, developed a fixation for the sweet taste of goat meat.

This phase marked a shift in our spirit bond, as her complete attention was absorbed by her impending motherhood.

She returned once again and hunted another goat from the same farm, causing panic and distress among the flock.

The farmer described the terror of the pregnant mother goats that caused them to lose their young. For the remaining weeks of her pregnancy, I kept Sudhana confined to the courtyards as further killing of farm stock was unacceptable.

Capture was utterly obscene to my majestic cat.

Her screams of agony echoed day and night until she fell into silence and quietly gave birth to Zura and Efrem.

These two beautiful creatures looked as if Sudhana had equally divided herself into her offspring.

Zura’s fur was all golden with deep burgundy spots, while Efrem was a stunning sight, an all-white cheetah with a light golden spotted pattern.

Throughout Sudhana’s nursing time, she exclusively fed on small creatures that were in close proximity to Zura and Efrem, who were well-protected in the nest I provided for them, outfitted with soft silk and furs.

In the mornings, I devoted all my time to the kittens, while Sudhana either provided her milk or rested.

I was the only one she allowed near her offspring; to anyone else approaching, she issued a chilling warning growl.

Although the bond that had connected our souls remained dormant, I indulged in observing the wisdom of her motherhood and the power of her instincts.

She remained to be my teacher in life, as I was pregnant with my first child.

During her rest, I brushed her fur and sang her soothing songs. I spoke to her in the melodious tones of the wild prey that roamed the hinterlands and marsh, reminding her of the deliciousness of antelopes, evoking the flavors of wildfowl, jackals, and wild pigs.

With each passing day, my songs echoed with tales of her hunting finesse and the strength of her pride.

And indeed, when the little ones were around 2 lunar cycles old, she began to introduce them to small portions of hare and rat.

As Zura and Efrem grew, they rapidly developed their independence and innate curiosity.

By the time they reached 4 lunar cycles, Sudhana’s milk had receded, and she returned from her hunt with a freshly killed farm goat.

The next morning, before the dawn had risen, I kissed her forehead in gratitude before I slit her throat.

I am Sekhmet, the bringer of Maat, the embodiment of balance, order, and justice.

It is my duty to uphold the cosmic law and to maintain truth, morality, and harmony in the land.

My heart must always remain neutral, for I am the standard by which all actions are measured. It is my responsibility to ensure that the principle of Maat is upheld throughout my kingdom. I hold no bias towards life and death; both serve equally.

For five days, the town was quiet. The People paid respect to my despair.

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Sudhana

Zura returned with a defeated baboon in her mouth, which, even in death, was a ghastly sight, exposing its deep yellow claw-like canines.

She sat back on her haunches with perfect posture.

As I inspected the middle-aged mammal that would serve as our midday meal, the deep rumbling of her purr emitted from her chest.

It required two strong boys to carry that creature to the kitchen chambers.

I slipped into a simple light cotton dress, bound at my waist with a cobalt-red rope.

The gardener had left a freshly picked lotus flower and a lovely peacock feather, a courtesy of Ra’h.

I fastened the feather into my rope, the only adornment I chose to wear, then put on a loose silk cape with a lace veil to cover the glimmer of my skin, as I was to meet the children for a walk into the markets and didn’t want to attract attention from the farmers.

Efrem, my constant companion, walked faithfully by my side, always exuding a sense of protectiveness. He was not one to roam far but kept close guardianship over me.

Though he was a skilled hunter, he did not seem to seek glory.

His target prey were the rats and mice that infested our temples.

The kitchen chambers, in particular, were immensely grateful, as he took it upon himself to single-handedly eliminate the rodent issue that had plagued us before his birth.

As we visited the settlements, Efrem’s step was in perfect synchronicity with mine, only remaining slightly ahead to clear my way.

Occasionally he enjoyed veering towards individuals whose charisma he sensed an affinity for.

His perception was sharp, and his patience with the children of the farmers was boundless.

Some of the little ones would gather the courage to approach close enough for him to give their faces a gentle sniff, which inevitably led to enthusiastic shrieks and giggles. The children had been well-instructed by their parents not to pet my cheetahs, as depositing their scent into the coats of my cats was strictly prohibited.

Priestess Munajah from the children’s quarters of the temples accompanied my children as we joined for our walk.

My first-born daughter, Hewha, possessed a highly inquisitive nature, while my son, Nadha, at his tender age of two, displayed an inner-directed self-assurance and often withdrew from the stimulation around him.

The violet hue of Hewha’s and Nadha’s irises bore the visible signature of their genetic lineage—a fusion of our genetic light codes with human DNA.

Every three years, I served our purpose by conceiving a child with human seed to further the process of interbreeding towards an activated, highly diversified human species of advanced consciousness.

Only five female individuals of our lineage were entrusted with the responsibility of purpose-driven procreation, in order to maintain strict oversight of the program’s development and genetic alignment.

Every three solar returns, a crossbreed was born.

This process spanned three solar cycles in total: one cycle dedicated to preparing the womb, another to carry the child to birth, and the final cycle for resting and rejuvenating the cellular structure.

Throughout the cycle of purifying and aligning my womb, I underwent daily sound baths infused with grounding frequencies, a practice aimed at harmonizing my womb to receive a child of elevated frequency.

Ten days prior to receiving the seed of a human male, Isis administered her genetic stimulation injection to initiate the generative process.

The sexual union was held within the healing chambers where a high spectrum of sound resonance was facilitated.

The male, chosen by Isis, was led into the chambers, his eyes covered with cloth, as were mine, to maintain the boundaries of psychic intimacy and to keep us focused on the physical act.

Guided by the crystalline cones that emitted a constant 396 Hz frequency and accompanied by the chanting of the priests, our root chakras were highly activated and in full dominance of our senses.

As the priest’s chants intensified, so did the pulsating ecstasy fusing our bodies, until we dilated into a wave of expansion that fully opened my portal, receiving the spark of man.

The Gate

“Is that the feather you use to weigh people’s hearts?” Hewha asked me with a captivating twinkle in her analytical eyes.

“What are you speaking of, Hewha?” I replied, intrigued by her question.

“Father spoke to us about your purpose last night before sleep,” she explained.

“When I asked him how you ensure fair judgment, he told me about your method of weighing a person’s heart against a feather. Only when the heart is lighter than the feather do you determine their purity of morals? Is the feather you have with you the same one you use for this purpose?”

I remained silent for a moment, considering her words and Ra’h’s intention to simultaneously enchant and inform her.

“Hewha, do you know why many people consider Ra’h the Father?

Do you know why he is known as The Highest?”

“Because he can fly the highest of all,” Hewha answered without hesitation.

“Yes, indeed. Does he use wings to fly?” I smiled at her, now fully enjoying this conversation.

“He is the one closest to the sun,” she replied. “He can go the highest of all, while his body sits under the glass dome through which he receives all instruction.

Therefore, it must be his essence that travels into realms that we cannot.

No, his body does not need wings and feathers for him to fly as swiftly as a bird.

Plus, if he did, you would not carry the feather of a peacock, you’d carry his, instead!”

With a joyful heart, I replied, “Hewha, I adore your clarity. You are correct–we don’t ever need worldly items to support our energetic tasks.

Your father is so intricately attuned to the sun, the source of all information, that his body is a direct conduit for sun consciousness and his mind can translate the light he receives to always be indubitably informed of what actions must be taken.

I weigh, indeed, but try not to see a fable as reality.

My essence is attuned to truth and cosmic balance, allowing me to receive signals from my cells that hold infinite wisdom. To put it simply, I can feel truth in my body, particularly in my heart energy.

External presentation is just a small part of the information I receive to make precise decisions. My nature follows the natural law.”

“You don’t feel hard to me, Maa. I like being with you; you are warm and kind to us,” Hewha said.

“Why would you think that strength shows itself through hardness, Hewha?” I asked her. “True strength knows itself, so it is subtle. Do you know what ‘subtle’ means, Hewha? Maybe a better way to describe it is that true power expresses itself through kindness, a high form of discipline.

A powerful being will never intrude, but step forward when welcomed; will not seek dominance, but remain gentle while firm.

Rigidity leads to breaking, so a regal being maintains fluidity and softness.”

Hewha’s expression turned serious. “Do you love us?”

“Yes, Hewha, I love you so much,” I replied with a smile.

A tiny muscle in her lower eyelid twitched, the only sign she let show her glee.

“People seem scared of you, Maa,” she shared in a lowered voice.

“I’ve noticed that people are often cautious and respectful around me. They fear my knowing that sometimes the greatest transformational service requires for all to burn down, the complete upheaval of everything. Life wants to live, but I don’t have a preference towards life. I am the bearer of balance, and it’s not their duty nor capacity to understand the energetic neutrality I must maintain to cast pure judgment,” I explained to Hewha.

“I can imagine that’s not easy,” she replied softly.

“It’s not. Thank you for understanding, Hewha,” I said.

Lost in thought, she nodded slowly, then enthusiastically led us towards a market stand filled with rainbow-colored pastries.

Nadha, who had been struggling to maintain our walking speed to follow our conversation, fell back to join Priestess Munajah, for whom he held a deep fondness.

His face remained expressionless, and I could never gauge the depth of his understanding.

As we approached the outer edges of the settlements, the sun descended to its midpoint.

Our human population was rapidly expanding, and the newly constructed living quarters had nearly doubled the distance to the outer bounds of the stone grid, which conducted electric charge in harmony with the optimal human frequency.

Ra’h and I had set a gathering with the architects for the next day to begin the construction of a new pyramid to expand the organized energy field of our civilization. We knew that there could be no further delay. If humans started to dwell outside of the vital grid of the conductors, disease and decay would occur rapidly.

Settlements

Our little group made their way back to the temples. The children followed the priestess to enjoy games of Mehen and sweet nourishments, while the cats and I joined Ra’h for myrrh tea and a game of divination.

Arriving at his temple, the golden silk that delicately enveloped my body playfully echoed the glimmers from the wall lamps. These lamps, infused with fragrant jasmine oil, had been lit by Ra’h to establish a soothing ambiance, to join with a relaxed body and mind.

Stepping into the intimate sanctuary of his chambers, I was immersed in its warm and alluring atmosphere.

The entrance opened into a nine-sided room, each corner adorned with a curved wall alcove cradling a flame upon a copper tray.

These flames bore a symphony of hues due to carbon mixtures infused with salts.

This artistic display repeated in a geometric pattern, with potassium evoking a violet flame, copper yielding a cool green, and calcium conjuring a vivid orange blaze.

Six oil lamps were mounted to the flat wall space between the fire altars, opposite the entrance.

The upper dome of his chamber showcased an unbroken ring of rose-colored translucent quartz, adorned with intricate, minuscule geometric designs. This arrangement projected a mesmerizing interplay of light into the room—a perpetual dance of multicolored fragmented rays, unwavering and continuously shifting in their intricate patterns.

Tea and fruits were beautifully arranged beside the inner platform, made up of enormous bolstered seating scattered with the softest cushioning.

Efrem and Zura had positioned themselves on each side of the entry door, while I gracefully moved onto the center seating and drew close to Ra’h, holding his delighted gaze for an intimate while.

Eventually, he parted our long moment of sensual silence to pour me a cup of aromatic tea. “I see you’re wearing the peacock feather I found this morning. I’m delighted how it adorns your beauty,” he said.

“How much wisdom and beauty radiates from one feather,” I laughed. “The children have been captivated by your tales.”

“I hope to continue telling the legends that endow your legacy,” he replied with a sincere expression. “Your essence is the hardest to grasp for simpler minds. It makes you vulnerable to presumption. The perception of ambiguity can lead to unjust assertions. Man seeks story to assess the world.”

Inhaling the refreshing scent of my honey-sweetened myrrh tea, I responded: “I see you. Man seeks excitement. I’ve seen the seductive portraits depicting me as an unsparing handler of bloodthirsty death,” a giggle rose up in my chest.

“It titillates simple man. It’s amusing to me.”

Ra’h held me tight in his gaze: “What strange dichotomy you embody. You are unfazed by the idea of distorted future memory. Yet it was your initiative to construct the chamber of cosmic memory. It is you who first understood the implication of the cosmic library to retain and activate Consciousness into the future Chronicle of this planet.”

His words filled the chamber, reverberating truth saturated in benevolence.

Sustaining the bond of our eyes, I replied, “What could drive a desire in me to be known by man? What could lead me to believe that being known is attainable?

You are the only one who knows my heart. The one who can speak to me and hear me speak. Only you are my home, twin of my soul.”

Five years ago, I oversaw the construction of the underground chamber of memory.

This chamber was built at the intersection where the Earth’s field was supercharged with abnormal reverberations.

Initially, the resonance seemed off-kilter, but it soon became clear that this location defined the boundary where the physical and energetic realms were most permeable.

Before we built the chamber, the area was naturally marked by a perfect circle of 100 Remen where nothing grew, animals avoided it and traveled around it, while humans reported feeling uneasy vibrations in their bones and an unbearable tightness in their muscles from the low humming in the ground.

For us, beings of higher frequency, the area felt highly stimulating and seemed to lighten our physical structure.

Ra’h’s visions identified this location as an access point to the center funnel of the Earth’s toroidal field. It became clear to me that this location revealed a portal into the cosmic information grid.

The Chamber of Memory had been meticulously crafted to serve as both, a protective framework and a tangible gateway to structure and access this extraordinary energy.

Deep beneath the earth’s surface, this sacred location served as a realm where past, present, and future coexisted in a state of suspended animation.

Within this space, we obtained a passage to access and integrate the knowledge and wisdom that spanned a multitude of timelines. It emerged as our civilization’s most potent instrument in the pursuit of navigating between the physical and energetic realms.

I instructed the sound blast engineers to gradually amplify the exact same vibration that the ground naturally maintains.

Through this process, a previously concealed structure was unveiled, characterized by its spherical design that facilitated the seamless conduction of energy, flowing from an excess point back into an entry point.

Superstructure

A superstructure was built on top, featuring an internal cylindrical configuration expertly engineered to channel the Earth’s charge upward, generating a toroidal circulation. Then, to set a coordinate mark that would withstand the passage of time, our structure was enclosed within the body of the Sphinx.

“You could have commissioned a statue of yourself to display your immortality,” Ra’h recalled.

“The statue was intended to be a blend of myself and Sudhana. It may have seemed strange to the architects, but it made sense to me. I knew this was true and right,” I reminisced.

The name “Sphinx” held a secret code, an enigma that encapsulated the essence of our union. The “S” represented Sudhana, the cherished partner who had shared her life force with mine. The “Ph” embodied the Pharaoh, myself, the one responsible for governing our land and our spiritual path. And the letter “x” stood for the convergence, the crossing point where our souls intertwined. In essence, the very name spoke of Sudhana and me, united in a mystical junction of two worlds—physical and ethereal, mortal and divine. This truth was encapsulated within the grand body of the Sphinx, an eternal sentinel guarding our legacy.

Sphinx

An entrance had been positioned at the back of the Pharofelines head, elevated enough to withstand the floods and firestorms predicted by our foresight. The interior of the Sphinx was designed with looping corridors, which separated into upward and downward directions.

The High Chamber of Alignment, a circular sanctuary, featured a floor blanketed in a dense layer of black tourmaline. It rested beneath the grandeur of a hexagonal glass dome, meticulously forged from molten gold. In this sacred space, Ra’h devoted his mid-heaven hours to the sun, a time when he absorbed the wisdom transmitted by the consciousness of its concentrated photonic light. Here, he translated his celestial conversations into tangible actions that would guide our civilization forward.

The descending corridors, extending beneath the Earth’s surface, led to my Chamber of Memory, strategically positioned directly beneath the Sphinx’s right stone paw. This chamber served as a gateway to the vast reservoir of energetic records. Here, I dedicated several hours each day to transmute the emotional charge embedded within Earth’s karmic record. My purpose was to expand the realms of energetic balance and alleviate the weight of karmic enforcement upon our world.

“Come, draw your card, my love,” Ra’h urged me. As I approached him, he presented a spread-out deck of divination. My fingers slowly ran along the strong and warm back of his hand as I selected the one that would voice my spirit. Drawing closer to him, he flipped it over to reveal the Spiral of Khepri, a message of unforeseen sudden transformation and the cyclical nature of existence.

“I expect that the upcoming times of building will include challenges that we must be prepared for,” Ra’h exclaimed. “The Meerdah are becoming more complex.

Tomorrow, we will coordinate with the architects to finalize the arrangements.”

I paid little attention to my card’s message. His body radiated a call for mine, to unite with the heat of the sun of Ra’h.

2

Stone

I was jolted out of deep slumber by the sight of Zura’s face looming over me.

Her body was positioned at a crosswise angle to mine, her soft and heavy paws locking down my chest, and her purring vibration over me was a pleasurable call into a new day.

However, my pleasure was short-lived as I opened my eyes and saw a droplet forming at her nostril, inevitably ready to fall onto my face.

I froze for a moment, watching as her eyes closed and opened in deep contentment, the growing droplet loosening and about to detach, and - “blop” - it landed squarely on my upper lip.

I pushed Zura off me to sit up, wiped the snot from my face, and forgave her with a heartfelt neck rub. Efrem, excited by the movement and the assurance that the day had begun, rose up from the other side of my bed and pushed himself into the cuddling, causing Zura to leave, for him to become the sole center of my attention.

Eventually, Efrem’s excitement dissipated enough for me to get out of bed. Zura was already trembling at the doors of my chamber, her muscles tense, then igniting by my command: “zaiyaah!”

She shot out of my room and into the fate of a mammal whose life was about to end.

Eleha, my trusted priestess, stood outside my chambers, bearing my wardrobe for the High Court.

“I presume you found your way back to your own sleeping quarters rather late last night,” she remarked, a mischievous glint dancing in her warm amber-colored eyes. “Perhaps a visit to the baths before donning your regal attire would be in order.” She raised her head, meeting my gaze with an infectious smile. I responded to her unspoken inquiry about my previous night’s activities with deliberate silence but agreed with her suggestion. “Indeed, cleansing and rejuvenation sound most delightful at this moment. Let’s enjoy the baths, Eleha.”

I slipped into my robe, and we raced to the water temple, giggling loudly. Eleha and I always pretended to have a fair competition when we sprinted somewhere.

Still, as I far exceeded twice her body length, I always pretended to run while actually walking ridiculously slowly, which always made Eleha burst into laughter.

We joined a small group of priestesses in the steam rooms, where all the town’s hearsay was covered. The baths were my place of true relaxation, where I was a woman among women, known but only regarded as an equal naked body with a joy for tales and rumors.

Excitement was running high these days, surrounding only one topic: the arrival of the Meerdah, a great spectacle that would disrupt daily routine for many moon cycles to come. I floated in the basin of the star-mother, a great stone vessel vibrating at 33Hz to reduce the gravitational pull within the water. Here, bodies defied gravity, suspended in perfect stillness. My thoughts wandered, drifting into an expansive void as I became one with the vast nothingness, where every fiber of my being felt at home.

Feeling grounded and refreshed, I laid on my graceful attire to appear at the High Court.

My dress was molded to perfectly embrace my long body shape, constructed of feather-light rings of gold with blue sapphire inlays. It was as delicate as it was indestructible. My ornately braided golden headpiece, exquisitely carved into a helix shape, was adorned by a green sapphire at the center of my forehead, a catalyst to my ethereal eye.

Eleha closed the intricate clasps of my dress and fastened my Ankh at the center of my chest – a masterpiece crafted from the highest polished fire opal.

Today, I would not hold court over affairs in need of final judgment, but welcome our architects to complete the drafts for the construction of our 6th Generator.

As I left my chamber to join the assembly, Eleha paid her respects, bowing her head while halfway lifting her arms, her palms facing skyward. Zura and Efrem walked alongside me as we made our way to the main temple.

Hermenus and his protégés had been waiting for us since early morning in the hall of the temple of development.

Meticulously arranged on granite tables lay hundreds of drawings.

The temple walls were adorned with our records, depicting fundamental engineering principles for future generations to study. The colored pillars held the chronicles of our current advancements, chiseled with our sharpened light.

Hewha and Nadha sat further to the side, under the watchful eyes of Munajah.

Nadha had brought along his scruffy-looking Meerdah toy, made of hemp and wool. As direct offspring, they were requested to attend this first official gathering of their lives.

Eleven steps led up to a platform illuminated by large silica and copper glass, drenching the room with timeless light.

There, Ra’h awaited my arrival, calm and focused, ready to receive the architects’ presentation. He wore a strongly knit silk tunic with intricate stitching patterns of gold yarn. His headpiece held a round, orange ruby over his forehead, fastened into a large half-circle of gold feathers, so finely carved they appeared translucent at the back of his head.

“Ra’h, highest envoy of the light, and Sekhmet, highest envoy of the order, you have summoned me to bring into being a further generator needed to facilitate the expansion of our civilization’s dwellings. My protégés and I have finalized the plans for the Meerdah to follow. Our drivers are confident that the connection to them is strong enough to follow through with the proceedings. The site required to be built on consists of enough carbon-rich peat layers in the ground for the Meerdah to eat and remain sustained. Additionally, further resources of charcoal must be created. We shall begin the digging of the marked land soon. If you allow me, I will now present each building step, easy to be executed by the Meerdah.”

What followed was a complex and exhaustively detailed presentation of construction plans, numbered sequentially and accompanied by crystal-clear illustrations comprehensible even to a child. The process of building a pyramid to expand our energy grid was a well-known path for our engineers, but the intricate task of directing and overseeing the Meerdah presented a considerably more complex challenge.

The Meerdah, towering over us with bodies five times larger than ours and more than ten times the size of an average human, were indispensable to the progress of our civilization. They stood among the earliest creations on Earth, designed to provide the physical force necessary for harnessing and structuring the planet’s energy potential.

Their body tissue was primarily silica and hydrogen, infused with atomic gold that created a fluid granite. These colossal beings were brought to life through reducted DNA, maintaining their consciousness at a lower, more traversable level.

Our drivers, priests chosen for their high levels of helium in their body structures, were expertly trained to establish a seamless connection between their translucent minds and those of the giants.

The Meerdah brain tissue contained remarkably high levels of quartz mineral, creating an optimal interface for the directed light consciousness of our operators to anchor into, establishing a psychic connection. This facilitated the remote control process of these invaluable giants.

The Meerdah’s habitat along the southern shores was blessed with carbon-dense soil, their sole essential food source, complemented by the presence of lime, a substance which they craved for strongly.

With a heavy-built core, broad muscular arms, and relatively short proportioned legs, these creatures did not move much on their own when not animated for a particular purpose. Their slow and friendly nature kept them at ease during their monotonous life conditions. They spent the majority of their days sitting in one spot, with only their rounded heads—featuring shortened foreheads and narrow set eyes—bobbing gently and contemplatively, observing the world’s movements around them.

The rapid cell growth of their bodies resulted in equally fast-tracked decay, and the average Meerdah’s lifespan did not exceed the age of twenty solar cycles.

The larger their body size, the shorter their lifetime. A Meerdah could feel its physical deterioration accelerating rapidly before death occurred, and it was instilled into their blueprint to seek the dry lands, closer to our settlements, to terminate.

There, a rapid release of oxygen initiated fossilization, which decomposed the Meerdah body within less than two moon cycles.

The remnants of their mineral-rich composites were harvested and processed into various refining complexes. Quartz, extracted from their brain matter, and atomic gold, sourced from their vessel tissue, were carefully separated, purified, and stored for future use.

Hydrochloric acid needed to be extracted from the digestive systems to supply our generators and crystal-growing laboratories. Their porous bodily matter was pulverized, and the mineral-rich sand, with low lime content, was utilized to create fired-mold building blocks, while their compounds of high lime-level with insulating properties found purpose as top layers for our architectural constructions.

Our stone-molding facilities had been set in motion by our drivers, requiring a meticulous process to establish a systematic approach.

Each Meerdah handled a specific segment of work, contributing to a streamlined production of a variety of building supplies that involved diverse stone shaping and glazing techniques. A Meerdah that had reached the end of its life could be efficiently repurposed for building materials and its workforce be subsequently replaced.

Over time, the entire process required little oversight as it became a self-driven procedure, significantly contributing to the progression of our civilization.

Meerdah

The next day signaled the start of our grand endeavor, synchronized with the equinox, which carried profound significance for the Architects Alliance.

Initiating their ultimate test to demonstrate mastery of the high art of architecture, the novices were entrusted with the intricate task of meticulously mapping the building site. At its core, this undertaking revolved around the central responsibility of accurately positioning the master gnomon, a task of utmost importance.