Don't Call Me Kitten! (19 page)

Two sets of
spines latched onto her insides but as she opened her mouth to
scream from the excruciating pain chemicals that injected from
those same spines hit her system sending her into an unimaginable
bliss.

Silwa was
waiting at the opening to the underground cave system when Simon
and Helena materialised. “Ah, you brought her I see.” He turned to
the woman, bowing ever so slightly. “You’ve got guts dear. I’ll
give you that. Come this way. We don’t have a lot of time do we
Simon?”

“Not much at
all. I’ll go catch up with Thomas and meet you back here when
you’re done.” Knowing the cave passages like the back of his hand
Simon dematerialised and went precisely where he wanted to go.

Silwa offered
Helena his hand. “Come initiate. I will take you to the Metano
chamber.

Helena
accepted his hand. When in Rome and all that. The guy was obviously
an alien of some kind. She would love to study his DNA.

“Would you
now?”

Helena
groaned. “Oh, not another mind reader.”

“It’s not that
uncommon my dear. Not once you reconnect with your source. The hard
thing becomes keeping others out.” They turned a corner down the
passage and he pulled a brightly coloured door hanging to the side
so they could pass through. “In here if you please.”

Helena took in
the large chamber. The floor seemed to be made of a mica type stone
inlaid with an intricate mandala. Above, in the high vaulted
ceiling, was the biggest quartz crystal she had ever seen. What she
couldn’t fathom was how it had grown to have seven points. Quartz
was usually six. “Impressive.”

“The looks are
the least of its powers. Go and make yourself comfortable in the
centre of the mandala. I know you western hemisphere humans aren’t
always the most flexible of creatures. If you are able a cross
legged position of lotus would be best. You don’t want to fall too
far when we do this.”

Helena bit her
tongue. She was anything but inflexible. She went and sat where
instructed. “Now what?”

“Now you get
your one last chance to back out. I’m sure Simon would have
explained that this procedure is profoundly painful if you resist.
It is better not to begin if you are at all unready or
unwilling.”

“But if I go
with the flow I’ll be right?”

“It will help
to minimise things. So what’s it to be?”

“Let’s do
it.”

Silwa bowed
deeply then, a show of respect to her commitment. “As you will.” He
turned and left. Some hidden beings rolled a stone across the
outside of the doorway sealing her in.
Now what
? No one had
really explained what she should expect.

Deep within
her brain she felt a tickling sensation. It wasn’t painful but it
was a bit creepy. It started slow and then built like something was
trying to get in. Words. She thought she heard words inside her
skull. Should she be losing it just yet?

Who are
you?
At least that’s what she thought the words said. She
couldn’t be sure they’d been spoken in either Russian or English or
something far older but she had understood their intent.

“My name is
Helena.”

No you are
not.
A resonance started up. Helena wasn’t sure if it was in
her mind or in the chamber or coming from the the crystal above.
There seemed to be no boundary to the vibration.
Who are
you?
The question came again.

“Look”, she
pointed to herself, “this is me. I don’t know what answer you want.
Tell me and I’ll gladly give it to you”

You are not
what you think you are.
The response seemed patient but
resolute. The increasing vibration was not, it was brutal. Helena’s
vision swam. She held her hand in front of her face, for something
to focus on but it had been a bad idea. Her hand was dissolving.
She could see the very atomic structure that made up her hand. She
could see the aura of light that surrounded it. It was something
more than fairy sight. She looked down at her body. It too was
dissolving into particles. There was no boundary holding the whole
thing together, just the force of her will. “Shit!”

Pain sliced
through her as her mind resisted what was happening to her. The
resonance increased and she arched her back in pain, screaming.

Let go of
your falsehood.
The voice reminded her of why she was here.
Helena took a deep breath, that is if she still had any real lungs
to breathe with. At the very least she visualised it and let it go.
She thought of all her doubts and fears about herself, all her
regrets and all her achievements. And she let the whole thing go.
It was there still, hovering on the edge of her perception but it
wasn’t her self. She let go into the vastness of her being, into
the electric blue light that encompassed her, embraced her and she
passed out.

Silwa was
gently shaking her. She was aware again that she had a skin surface
giving her a field of operation. She accepted Silwa’s hand up,
still a little wobbly.

“You have done
well initiate. Come! Come learn of the science of sound and what it
can do.”

Science, there
was something familiar sounding. Intrigued she followed as he led
her down a hall to a large almost auditorium like place where other
Shang were chanting. “Simply listen, open to the sound, open to the
true self you just found. Let the very sound teach you.”

Helena wasn’t
sure how she could learn a science just by experiencing it but her
inquisitive nature was always willing to give things a try. She
closed her eyes and let the rumbling deep resonant sound of
overtone chanting wash over her. Stepping once more to the side of
her ego identification she connected to the space and light that
surrounded it. within her being it was as if points of light along
her spine lit up and started to spin. Impelled by some inner force
to do so she opened her throat and joined the chant, singing
ancient words in a language she didn’t know she knew.

What seemed
only minutes later Simon reappeared, gently shaking her from her
trance. “Times up. We must go.”

“Where to?”
She almost didn’t want to go. She felt at home in the sound that
surrounded her.

“Why South
America of course. The others are already there waiting for us.
Come, I have a surprise for you.” He led her back down the cavern
he’d just come from, stopping at a large niche carved into the
rock.

Helena sucked
in her breath at the sight of it’s contents. “It’s a Jota.”
Honestly she’d expected a statue or an ancient mural. Not this. She
stretched out her hand to caress the recently restored upholstery
on its seat. She didn’t dare touch its paintwork. It shone with a
lustre that could only be described as a vibrant orange
diamond.

“Harder than
diamond. It’s been treated with something we call Sama crystal.
Your mate is encased in the stuff but for this use it is a
marvelously protective coating.

Helen knelt
down to inspect the V-twin engine in awe. “It’s a 1980’s
Laverda”

“Racing
version, whatever that is. George did try to explain it all to me
when he came up last month to work on it. Apparently one of the
fastest bikes made in its day. Finally-crafted by Italian machinery
makers who appreciated the speed. It was left up here in the
mountains at the end of the last century when some Italian
mountaineer didn’t make it back down from the peak. The Shang
decided it had a soul and was destined to serve a higher purpose so
they brought it underground. The energies down here must have saved
it from rusting away. George says it’ll go like a charm but within
a very fine set of tolerances, as you would expect from a
thoroughbred engine. He left you some tools in the panniers in case
you need to give it a tweak.”

So the bike
would need a fair amount of tender loving care. She couldn’t
begrudge it that. “What are you saying Simon? That I can ride
it?”

“It’s yours
Helena. The Shang are giving it to you. This too.” He fished into
his seemingly cavernous pocket and retrieved a ring, an electric
blue coloured crystal set in a coppery gold metal. “Silwa wants you
to have this. The stone is sacred to their blue ray goddess. It
doesn’t occur on this planet. The ring itself is made from a metal
alloy that hasn’t been seen on the earth for over ten thousand
years.”

“The fabled
orichalcum?” Frankly she was stunned. Who’d have thought there was
some truth in those old Atlantis legends. She’d have to quiz him
more on that some time. “But why me?”

“Because you
are destined to heal the soul DNA of this planet.”

Helena shook
her head, uncertain. “I don’t even know what soul DNA is.
Computers, labs and microbiology, that I understand, souls no. And
how am I going to use the bike? I can’t exactly teleport it out of
here. When Michael was teaching me last night he said only the
super beings like Meta and John could give lifts to other beings.
He didn’t mention anything about teleporting bikes.”

“We’ll ignore
for a moment that you are a super being, a highly evolved being
from Sirius who chose to be on this planet at this critical time.
You came to the Himalayas today wearing clothes didn’t you?”

“Yes?”

“Well it is
only a matter of widening your perspective a little. Seeing the
bike a piece of clothing. Bond with it. Let it be part of you.”

“Bond with it
you say.” She wasn’t sure how to go about doing that but having put
the ring on her finger she decided to hop on.

Simon let her
settle for a moment and then got on behind her. “You realise I only
have the purest of intentions for holding on to you.” He warned
before wrapping his arms around her. Then he joined his mind with
hers and helped her bond with the bike. “Take the image from my
mind. That is our destination.”

Sakla looked
at the sweat on Smith’s brow. The man was standing there at
attention, nearly dripping. “What is it Smith?”

“The Russian
woman Sir. We think she’s still alive.”

Sakla slammed
the desk with his fist. Smith nearly jumped in the air with a
start. “What the hell do you mean she’s still alive. The Russians
sent their best agents. I even willed a snake to attack her if all
else failed.”

“Well, um,
Sir. She was still alive last night when she sent a brief message
to her martial arts instructor. It reads, if I may..” He gulped
when he realised Sakla was waiting. “Arrived okay, some hassles at
the airport and on the way here plus an encounter with the local
wildlife but all’s well. Safe now. The food here is a bit strange
but I guess I’ll get used to it. My stomach it is suddenly telling
me it’s what it wants me to eat anyway. The people on the other
hand are undoubtedly wonderful. I feel like I belong Levi. My
sister is here and while I don’t know a lot yet about the new guy
in her life he seems quite capable. I think I’m finding my purpose.
The new genetics laboratory they are building here is state of the
art. I’m sure I can contribute and do a lot of good. Plus, I know
this will sound odd coming from me but I think I’ve met someone.
Early days but...what can I say, there’s something there when I
look at him. Something that wasn’t there before. On a more mundane
level you’d like the warriors here. They call themselves a security
agency but they’re a damn sight more than that. You’d like it here.
Hope you’re settling in okay now you’re back home. Love to your
family. Warm regards. Lena.”

Sakla fumed.
“Get Bates on the moon connection. Now! I want that asteroid ready
to launch. Now Smith!”

“Yes Sir!
Right away Sir.” Smith near shouted as he gave a stiff salute and
scurried out as quickly as he could to save his skin. The boss was
on the war path. Again.

The mountain
cave dissolved. It was just a point in space. There was no space,
no time, just a limitless, boundless expanse filled with
unquestioning, unjudging love. Then they were spat out the other
side. The Jota found road beneath its wheels. Helena shook herself
then took turned the key. “Where to?”

Simon turned
within for a moment then his eyes flashed open. “Turn left. We’ll
find the others at the bottom of the valley.”

Yaguar watched
from the darkness of the trees. No one saw him. He knew this was
the spot. He felt it in his guts.

He felt torn.
At first light he’d seen bulldozers on truck trays heading deep
into the jungle. He’d been watching for weeks as geologists and
surveyors from the mining company had roamed noisily through the
terrain. He was sure the owners visiting the silver tin mine was
part of it too. Something was up. He feared for his people. He
should be out investigating, seeing if he could piece together what
they were up to. Yet he’s given his word.

So he peered
into the glade, waiting. A streak of sunlight splashed the ground.
As if from within the very air itself people appeared. Four guys
carrying guns. He hoped they were the good guys because from the
looks of them he wouldn’t want to take them on in a fight. They
walked like warriors, strong, assured, eyes scanning the woods,
taking in the lay of the land. Two looked Asian. Wiry, finely
muscled guys but they moved nimbly with the grace of dancers,
dangerous dancers. The other two were different to say the least.
One tall with long fine blue black braids that brushed his shoulder
blades. He held himself like he was the commander. The other had
sun bleached shoulder length hair that he wore loose. He looked
like he’d be more at home near the ocean than in the jungle but he
was undoubtedly a warrior. He moved away from the others to scout
the perimeter, keeping one eye on the commander. The fifth being
was a small Asian woman, clad in black cotton pants and a wrap over
top belted at her waist. She carried no weapons that he could see
but Yaguar had no doubt she was armed. She oozed pure menace but
not evil and as she turned her eyes focused and targeted him. Shit,
he’d been made. No use taking any more of their measure. Stepping
forward into the light of the glade he greeted them. “Welcome, the
great spirit has sent me to guide you.”