The Last Queen of Lemuria (5 page)

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"Jesus! Boris, honey, you asked for mutton shish-kebabs?!" cried Marina, looking at the ram.

The animal "baa-ed" an affirmative.

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"So what now?" asked Nastia.

The teacher walked up to the ram and said something fast. The ram fell down on its front legs, bowing. The Teacher took him by the horns. He sang something in an unknown language. Then, stretching out his hand in the air, he received a glass of water, whispered something over it, and splashed it over the ram's eyes. A gray steam came, and lighting flashed once again. When the steam dissipated, they all saw a wet Boris laying on the floor . He was breathing heavily, his eyes clouded.

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“Boris!” Marina rushed to him. "Oh Boris, sweetie!"

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"I believe, I believe, and I will always believe. In plates, in spirits, in underground cities..." he muttered without stopping.

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"Boris, baby, don't worry about it," said his wife, hugging him, "you can't eat meat here, baby."

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"I've become a vegetarian. And I've lost my appetite in general, I hate shish-kebabs now," said Boris, and after quickly looking himself over, he began to breathe more easily, "thank God, it's over."

Everyone smiled. The teacher also brightened up. Boris looked a little worse for wear, but overall, he was in pretty good shape.

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"Let's go! I promised you a laboratory.”

They went further down still, and entered a new tunnel. He brought them to a spacious, well lit cave.. Though one wouldn't dare call this place a cave. The laboratory was illuminated brightly by powerful lights, clean to the aces, and smelling of ozone. The floor and ceiling were made of transparent, gray stone, shining from inside itself, such as to make the impression that you were inside a jewel box. All along the walls, people worked on different colored balconies, sitting on fanciful stools carved out of stalagmites.

- “Our scientists," said Samir.

There were "windows" carved into the walls, on which the scientists gazes were fixed.

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"What are they looking at?" - asked Margo in a whisper.  "The void.”

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“Look for yourself, you'll see!" answered the Teacher, lowering his voice.  "They are looking at your world."

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"Why?”

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"We need to know where we are needed most," called out one of the scientists, turning to the guests.

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"And where might that be?" - wondered Andrei

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“Today we'll be preventing eight terrorist attacks, one terrible earthquake and a hurricane," sighed the scientist, "unfortunately, we are not able to prevent everything. The forces of darkness surpass us.  Yet we are able to prevent two thirds of all conceivable tragedies. It's just that no one ever finds out about it."

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"And just how are you doing that?" - asked Nastia.  "The hurricane I get, you can control the elements, but the terrorists?"

The Teacher told the guests about the work of the Brotherhood. It turned out, that among the residents of Olmolungring, there was a significant ability to influence the World Above. The most powerful of them being to send thoughts.  A person who is sent a thought from Shambhala, would never even guess its origin, and takes the thoughts as his own. In this way, they can change a person's intentions, helping to find a way out of any situation.

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"How do you send thoughts?" wondered Margo.

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"We have special equipment."

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"Can we see it?" asked Andrei, lighting up.

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"You can," nodded the Teacher. And he led them to a little table in the corner of the laboratory. There was a telephone on it. An every-day cell phone. In a shining package with the logo of a Japanese company.

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"Is that it?" grunted Andrei. – "A telephone?"

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"It was a telephone. And now, it's a telepathophone. Look here at the numbers and letters. We put in the number and name of the person we want, and send him the thought he needs."

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"And what if he doesn't have a telephone?"  asked Marina, looking at the Teacher with fascination.

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"We don't put in the person's telephone number. We put in their soul number. Everyone on earth has their own twenty-eight digit long number. The first eight digits are given to a soul upon its first birth, and the remaining digits are used for the current incarnation, location inhabited, and so forth."

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"So you know all people on earth by number?" exclaimed Nastia in shock, "but there are billions of people!"

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"Have you heard of the Akashic records?"

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"Of course!" exclaimed Marina.

The others lowered their eyes. The Teacher told them about the Akashic records. They contain everything- the past, the present, and all possible futures, both for the planet, and for every individual person.

- "Would you like to see them?" offered the teacher and not waiting for an answer, raised up his hand, said "akashi" and pulled a transparent sheet of paper from the ceiling.  It was dotted with glowing symbols, numbers, signs and pictures that moved like cartoons. The guests, absorbed in the trick, froze. The Teacher began to unroll the scroll, which was hanging in the air, and the unrolled part fell to the floor and disappeared without a trace.

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"Look here," said the Teacher, pointing to a picture, "a person was born. Here he's already grown up, here are his children, and here is is death. And a new birth..."

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"Fantastic," said Margo, shaking her head, "so how do you send thoughts?"

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"It's simple," answered the Teacher, and showed them the page of numbers. The numbers glowed on the page.

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"Who should we send a thought to?"

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"Me!" offered Nastia.

He pulled a handful of numbers out of the record book, and dumped them on the table. After that, he took the telepathophone, and entered a number. He gave the phone to Margo.

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"Think!"

Margo furrowed her brow. Nastia smiled, and looked at her.

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"Did it work?" asked the Teacher.

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"Yes."

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"Nastia, what are you thinking about right now?" - he asked.

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"I think your machine isn't working and isn't sending any thoughts," muttered Nastia, embarrassed, "excuse me."

Margo gasped:

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"I've got it!"

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"What?” inquired Nastia, not understanding.

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It's exactly what I thought! Exactly! I swear!"

Andrei, Boris and Marina exchanged glances. Andrei approached the machine, grabbed it, and looked at it.

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"Wow," he let out, "what a cool thing! You could move mountains with this!"

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"Indeed," said the Teacher, gently taking the telephone from him, "but your world isn't quite ready for it yet."

They went into the room, where one whole wall was illuminated by a huge screen. Completely modern, and stereophonic at that. It was a stereoscopic display of the map of the world. The oceans churned, and clouds sailed above the continents. The map was full of multicolored lights- red, orange, blue, and green. People stood watching the screen, taking notes.

"This is a map of Earth," said the teacher. "It tells us about the activities of the forces of Darkness. The red lights are areas where we are desperately needed, the orange ones are developing threats. The green ones are places where bad things are being planned. And finally, the blue ones are dark thoughts of individual people, whose actions can influence all of humanity- politicians, for example. The violet ones are our brothers. Envoys to the World Above. Sometimes, when we are unable to successfully send a thought from Shambhala, we send an Envoy to the World Above. In order to track the progress of our Brothers, and help them if necessary, the Shambhalans have made this map of the World Above. And then we decided to mark the movements of the dark forces, to get the whole picture."

The Teacher touched a red light with his finger. The scale increased. A map of New York City appeared, criss-crossed by smaller lights. The Teacher chose one of them, and touched it with his finger. The scale changed again and a highway was shown on the screen. A jeep raced to intercept a huge truck. The engines roared, and the smell of burning rubber wafted into the air. The blonde in the jeep slammed on the brake pedal, but the car would not obey. The tourists saw the pale face of the truck driver, who noticed the interloper too late. They all froze in anticipation of the crash.

But the crash didn't happen. The teacher flicked his hand in a lighting motion directly at the screen and... The car stopped, and started to stall out. The Teacher touched the edge of the screen, and everyone saw the map of the world once again.

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"That's quite a machine you've got there," said Boris, shaking his head.

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"And the others?" Exclaimed Nastia, "the other lights?  How can you take care of every thing?"

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"We cannot take care of everything. And in fact we choose not to. What I have just done is not welcomed by all. We are bound to defend the fate of mankind, not mere men. Everything must take its course.

I would like to show you one more cave, but before this, I must purify you. We have a special tool for that."

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"How does it purify?" Shivered Margo.

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"Do not be afraid!" laughed the Teacher, "you will feel yourselves at ease."

They went into a small room, in the center of which stood a shining box with a spout like a tea kettle.

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"This is a lithivator," explained the Teacher, "it will purify your aura. Lithium, is a very useful metal. No other element can compete with its heat and energy capacity. We charge it with our energy and use it to purify the auras of the World Above.

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Take off your protective cloak!" ordered the Teacher, pointing to Nastia.

He took the device and pointed it at the girl's chest. A thin ray of light extended from the "spout." The air around Nastia became multicolored. It was as if a large, luminous egg was surrounding her body.

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“Look at that!” said the Teacher, "those dark spots are the traces of your world." He began to carry the device around Nastia. Her aura gradually evened out and became a shining gold.

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"Done! Next!" invited the Teacher.

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"How do you feel, Nastia?"  asked Margo.

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"I've never felt better."

Everyone went through the purification procedure.

"Now we can visit the cave of the somatics," said the Teacher, "you can leave your protective cloaks here. You will no longer need them."

The cave of the somatics was colossal. The guests entered it from above, pausing on a stone ledge-balcony. The cave was filled with stone giants, sitting in the lotus position. Their faces and bodies were of the ideal definition.

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"What beauty!" exclaimed Margo. "You are among the brilliant masters!”

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“These are not sculptures," said the Teacher, "these are the holy Harati. They are in a somatic state." 

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"I don't understand." grumbled Boris.

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"These are the petrified bodies of the Lemurians. Ancient people, who lived millions of years ago.. It was they who founded Olmolungring. They decided to turn their bodies into stone in order to remain on the earth. Their spirits are alive. They have long been here, together with us. They help us, as we help the people above."