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Chapter 2
“Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fussabout its cleverness.”- The Confessions of Aleister Crowley, chapter 64 June 6th, 2012S.V.T. Think TankAlexandria, VA 10:10 AM
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r. Derek Vaughn III pulled off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose tofend off an incoming migraine. It was from lack of sleep. He glanced at hiswatch then flicked his pen back and forth over the tops of his fingersimpatiently. They had to have found
something
by now. He was risking notonly their careers but their lives, all because one night a little over a monthago, everyone on his team had interconnected dreams.He was thirty-eight and a man of science, not some self-proclaimedNew Age mystic. Nevertheless he was a little too smart to grant mere coin-cidence to the fact that all six members of his team shared the sameexperience. Each of them carried the piece of some puzzle that days laterthey still remembered in such vivid detail they were able to draw pictures,and repeat conversations verbatim.Derek tossed his glasses on the spotless surface of his desktop,standing. He turned to the full wall window that provided a breathtaking viewof the proudly glowing skyline of the nation's capital. Tucking richly bronzedhands into the pockets of his jeans, he propped a shoulder against the glass,beguiled by the sudden obsession to discover the truth.He had told himself over and over that they had a lot more importantthings to do. There were vaccines to create (or acquire), terrorists to arm,weapons to manufacture to sell to the world's only super power, and furtheradvance his employer in any and all areas. Making all that happen was his job, not playing Indiana Jones. The sudden ring of his cell phone pulled him out of his thoughts. Heflipped it open, staring at the tiny screen where the face of Dr. Shirley McD-ermot appeared. Derek felt his heartbeat begin to race when he caught theexpression on her face."Derek, you are
not 
going to believe this..."
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 June 6th, 20127 miles below AntarcticaRainbow City 9:11 AM
"We have to stop it, Menes!" Loki shouted, his aura glowing red withhis mounting anger and frustration. "Humankind was never meant to knowthe whole truth!"
 
Menes looked intently at his young protégé, though Loki was far fromyoung. They were all tens of thousands of years old. "If you recall, theMayans did very well with the knowledge we shared with them."Loki snorted, slamming his hands on his mentor’s desk. "They did well,Menes, because we only gave them part of the information. As civilizationprogressed we were not the ones to share those secrets with any otherculture. They are evil and unintelligent! They should remain as slaves to theAnunnaki!"Menes pressed two fingers against his temple, and said, "Even with theveil wrapped around this planet, the Mayans ascended before the collectivewas ready. And the Anunnaki visited them frequently." He smiled warmly atLoki. "Calm your soul my friend, all will be well. If the time is not right thenthe Cave of Creation will not expose itself and the Akashic Records will not befound. But I believe it is time."Aggravated with the response, Loki began pacing the golden floors of the office. "Menes, of those that came with us only ten remain, and we havelost contact with ourselves above! We are running out of time, if we let thishappen there will be nothing left!" From the few hundred that escaped thedestruction of Atlantis, fifty came to Earth. The rest had gone to Mars asinstructed by spirit. Loki stopped pacing, and pointed his finger at Menes toemphasize the gravity of his point. "It is a trap just like before. The fourhorsemen have been unleashed. The war is not going well; you and I bothknow this. They will destroy this planet just like they did Atlantis!" Panicedged his voice and made his aura burn so brightly Menes was forced tosquint."Loki…” Standing, he walked over to his distraught brother, placing hishands soothingly on Loki’s shoulders. "You can no longer hear yourself because of the fear in your heart. You must regain your trust in Spirit, in thegoodness of God. You must remember that we want nothing but the best foryou. You must believe this completely. It is time. We keep secrets no longer. The Phoenix Cycle completes December 21
st
, 2012. This planet will ascendand it will be marvelous."Loki broke roughly away from Menes’ grip. "You are a fool," he spatangrily. As he waved his hand, a section of the stone wall slid open and hestormed out. Menes sighed disappointedly as Loki left. Once again they werefaced with the end of an era and he prayed the disturbing images that hadrecently plagued his dreams were not solely all the future would become.
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Menes was wrong. Sound was the universal language and since thedawn of America, the world's great superpower, the first and seconddimension frequencies had been screaming in pain. For centuries they hadwatched humans de-evolve. No, they just weren't ready. He had to help stopit.Loki stood on the deserted street corner, looking around him. They had
 
worked hard to create Rainbow City. Using the knowledge taught from theirdestroyed home they had constructed a dome deep beneath the frigidwaters, iridescently radiating through the blackness of the ocean. It was asuburb compared to the grandeur of Atlantis, but it proved how advancedtechnology had been when used in conjunction with the natural energy of aplanet, which by its very nature provides for all children who inhabit it.But out of fifty, there were now ten. Their brothers and sisters hadchosen to let go of their hold on physicality, worse, some had been taken bydis-ease, which was what happened to a human body when the energyportals, or charkas became blocked. This made the situation far worse. If there were no Ascended Masters left to teach the humans
and 
theydiscovered the Cave of Creation it would end in disaster. They were notpassive. They would immediately wage war on the Anunnaki for the part theyplayed in the manipulation of their genetic code and the creation of the veil. The Promise would be forgotten and the world would end again. He couldnot, would not allow that.His resolve steeled, his destination was the temple. The Pyramid was inthe center of their city, standing out as clearly as a diamond glinting in thesand. Its power lay in the sacred geometry of its shape, and the energychanneled by the two giant crystals inside it. By recognizing his connectionwith everything around him he was able to blend with those energies and fly,much like a passing breeze, into the holy space. Loki descended long enoughto drop to his knees in a moment of silent reverence. A wordless prayer wasgiven to the pair of glowing crystals suspended in mid air, touching at theirdiamond shaped tips. If one was removed the balance of energy wouldshatter and their city would fall."Forgive me for what I must do," Loki whispered. Rising back into theair he closed his hand around one of the golden rods.
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 June 6th, 20125 Miles below AntarcticaShackelton Ice Shelf 9:22 AM
Dr. Abe Donahue had zipped through his college career earning adegree in marine biology, and a PhD in internal medicine. After that hedecided to join the Navy, just because he liked boats, and spent the next sixyears in an attack submarine. It was why he felt confident enough to nap inthe tight compartment of the midget submarine. The pulsing lights of thecomputer system running on auto pilot beeped in rhythmic quiet around him.It became a cacophony of noise.Suddenly, every system released a high pitch scream, ripping Abe backinto consciousness. He bolted into an upright position just as a wave of whitelight rolled through the pitch black waters right into the thick titanium. Metalwhined as the tiny ship went whizzing backwards, smashing into a piece of 
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