Seasons of Heaven (31 page)

“Come on, my heart, let’s go. It is our new start,” Elise told him.

Looking at Ani, Yann said, “Are you ready? You have so much to tell me … It will stay engraved in our genes.” The boy took the dog he loved so much into his arms for the last time. Yann and Ani would always love each other, but they would love each other in different places and in different forms throughout the centuries to come. From one life to the next, their souls would recognize each other instantly and their past lives together wouldn’t be conscious memories any longer but simply the overwhelming feelings of love that happens between souls that are destined to travel through time together. As Yann held his little friend in his arms for the last time, they shared a vision; perhaps it was a hint or a reflection of another life yet to come.

TOKYO 2023

A small girl approached a tiny kitten, alone on the street. She leaned forward and took it in her arms.

In their native language of Japanese the little girl said, “Look, Mammy, Daddy, a kitten! Can we take it home? It looks sick.”

“Well,” her father said, looking at her mother, “I guess we can.” With a smile he said, “I think it is a girl cat, look.”

“Oh yes, it is “so cute”!” the little girl said.

“You will have to give her a name, my darling,” her father said.

“Darling! That’s a nice name, isn’t it, mom?”

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NEPAL 1973

A man was sitting on an armchair covered with colored plaids. He seemed very comfortable. In his room, there were plenty of different trinkets. He was writing a book. His feet were stretched out close to the chimney and the fire crackled. He’s almost unrecognizable from the strapping young man he’d been for so many centuries. It was Reynald and he was at last becoming visibly older with glasses and greying hair.

As the last descendent of the Ancient People on Earth, he’s writing his memoirs. He closed the notes and stretched before getting up off the sofa. He had to pick up the little beige dog that was lying across his knees. She was a French bulldog and he put her into his jacket. At his feet another one just like her only male lay in the floor.

His wife approached and kissed him on his cheek.

“I am going to pick him up.” Reynald told her, “It is time…” he sighed heavily.

“He is waiting for you up there,” his wife told him.

“Thank you … Thank you for all…” he said.

She stared at him for a long time and then smiled. Reynald left the house then, stepping out into the beautiful, clear day. The sky is a brilliant blue and the sun splashed light and color across the valley.              

The little house was built high in the mountains, on the slope of a steep ridge, at the heart of Nepal. Reynald went up the green hill above their house, with the dog still snuggled inside his jacket.

A young boy sat waiting in the grass.

              “Hello father,” Matt said as his dad approached.

“What a beautiful day it is, isn’t it? How are you today?” Reynald asked his son.

“I don’t know. Did you finish?”

Reynald handed the finished book to his son and sat down next to him. They are both sitting in the middle of the deep grass, rippling in the breeze. The little dog Leia climbed out of Reynald’s jacket and sat between the boy and the man.

Matt looked at the dog and said, “She follows you everywhere, doesn’t she?”

“She never abandoned me … There is no other companion as faithful as her. This is the time for you to know the truth about me as well as about the role you will play…Treat this book like a bible. Follow its rules and lead the Circle of Light. The right one has to be found…the Hero that can unleash the power of the Ancient one and save our future.” Reynald ran his hand through his son’s hair and gave him a light hug. Matt looked down at the book in his hands. On the first page of the book, in the Navajo language it is written:

“Seasons of Heaven.”

Reynald was passing on the book to his son because although he had lived a long and very productive life, he knew that it wouldn’t be forever. Reynald’s life eventually ended in 1974 in the city of Nepal. He was 6553 years old…

HOLLOW EARTH

After separating himself from Reynald, Olham penetrated a small cavity. At the end of it was a cave about three hundred feet long. It contained numerous stalactites and a number of horsemen wandered the cave like ghosts, protecting the remains of the ancient city. It was about 20 feet high and there were blocks of stones that hung from the ceilings with a number full of stalagmites. There were narrow holes that led off here and there into narrow blind chambers, and walls completely made of stalagmitic material. Olham passed through a widened passage sneaking in gently, passing through a widened passage that entered into another wide chamber with successive rows of pillars that were about twenty feet high. He had a plan.

He wanted to draw the attention of the horsemen so that Reynald could recover the irradiated stones.

The cave was dark, the only light coming from a yellow halo left on the walls by the ghosts.

Olham hit the ground with his walking stick, creating a beam of a blue light that smashed one horseman who disappeared in a flash. In the following second, all of the horsemen rushed towards Olham.

He created a sphere of energy that protected him and killed some of the horsemen that touched it.

Olham then jumped onto the rock shaped as a toboggan and began sliding. The other horsemen started chasing him.

Olham believed that now Reynald was certain to recover the stones. The old druid arrived at the bottom of the rocky ramp and started running towards an inland lake, a cold heart of the inner land.

According to the ancient stories, there were numerous connections between the inner earth and the outside, but nobody knew the details. Olham had to find the exit by himself, but at least he got rid of the horsemen. They could not touch the water because of their energetic shield. 

Olham kept running until he reached the lake shore. He entered the lake slowly and progressively. He could see the horsemen out of the corner of his eye. There was a small army of them. They sat on sickeningly frail horses staring at him with eyes that were barely more than empty sockets. Their noses were completely sunken and their faces stretched tight across their skulls with teeth showing through their lips and jaw. The water was freezing cold in the swiftly running lake. It was being fed constantly by the many waterfalls that surrounded it. The sandy, rocky bank was littered with the vibrant greens and yellows of the vegetation that grew alongside and on top of it. Olham waded in, and at that moment a loud crack sounded, like a detonation.

Reynald had removed the stones from their base.

The horsemen understood at once and angry, they turned around to go after the real culprit. Olham watched them go, hoping that Reynald would have enough time to escape them.

The old druid plunged into the water. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes. Only a small amount of light was visible under the surface of the lake. He still had his walking stick which lit up and created a sphere which he was able to breathe inside of. He knew he needed to find the exit and quickly. He moved slowly and watched as his shadow passed along the walls making him look twice his own size.

He could see a wall above him made out of rectangular stones and as he swam further he came across the remains of an old drowned city. Olham knew the story but he’d never imagined he would find the city in this cave.

It was straight and pyramidal, with a flat dome.

Meanwhile, Olham penetrated the hole and entered a long corridor. On the walls he noticed the drawings and the inscriptions in Sumerian, the original language of the Ancients.

This was where they used to live when they arrived in the Earth. Since then, their cities had become flooded. Human legend of the Mu continent was in fact a reference to these submerged cities of the Ancients.

Olham exited the corridor. He turned his head to see that in fact he was inside of a pyramid. From there he went inside of another small cave. The particles of phosphorescent dust moved through the water and the light beams blasted through the surface of the lake. It was an awe-inspiring sight.

Hundreds of stalactites looked like an underwater rock cemetery. When he dived in between them he could see bubbles coming from underwater channels to other caves and remnants of stone buildings that had gone to their watery graves during the floods. He swam alongside the fish, mostly in the darkness but every so often shards of light would break through the trees that surrounded the surface of the lake and illuminate the rough cold rock walls as he made his way towards the exit and put more space between him and the horsemen. At the bottom, the sand became more and more delicate and the plants appeared fluorescent green.

The trees became more frequent than the rocks and it started to look like an underwater forest. Olham touched the plants with his hands and left a luminous trace behind him. All of the plants began slowly waving in rhythm with Olham’s moves. His stick shone irregularly as the lake became shallow.

Olham kept his head out of the water then, his feet were still in a sort of lagoon. Outside, the rocks and the air dust are sparkling.

In front of him a unique landscape was laid out and from the ceiling grew an apple tree. Olham seemed to not even notice the abnormality of it. It was because the old druid knew where he was going all along…and what he would find when he got there.

He made his way to the center of the space and looked up at the tree, and then down at his feet. there was a stone there that looked like a grave, covered with white, fine sand. Underneath it rested the bodies of the Ancients. It was a sacred place…a sacred tomb. The cave was cut into the mountainside and was a cross between jagged outcroppings and smooth brown rocks. The rocks were piled deep on the ground underneath Olham’s feet and a tree grew out of them not far from where he stood. The rays of the sun penetrated down into the crevice, striking the rocks and the tree and encouraging the growth of moss across the moist ground. Olham stood on a high, flat rock and opened his right hand. A shower of fiery, dancing sparks shot out. They swirled around above Olham’s head, lighting up the walls of the cave like a beacon. The old druid’s eyes sparkled underneath the intensity of it all and his silver beard looked almost luminescent in its wake. A long, dark shadow stretched out behind him and seemed to move independently as if casting its own incantations. Then suddenly the sparks began to come together just above the palm of the hand Olham still held open. Little by little they joined and at last they formed a circle of light that seemed to capture him within it. The light spun around him quickly, shooting off sparks again in every direction and when it came to rest once more, Olham was left with a weapon in his hand. The weapon was an axe that had been used by Olham’s descendants. It was strong with Ki, spiritual energy and Olham knew this was the only way to destroy the Banished and be rid of the evil ones once and for all.

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