Chapter 30

Dylan awoke on a mountain plateau, surrounded by planets and stars, close enough to touch. The clouds clustered around the massive rise of stone as if it grew from the cumulus world of white fluff. Dylan gazed into the infinite space, trying to recall what it was he was doing.

“Hello, Dylan,” a voice called from behind him.

The white-robed man hovered toward Dylan, illuminated in an aura of yellow light, contrasting the backdrop of the blue-black sky. “Am I dead?” Dylan’s words echoed. “Are you an angel?”

“I am Adama of Telos. I am a friend. And this is your mindscape. The place you exist.”

“I’ve met you before,” Dylan said, reaching into the depths of his memory.

“Indeed, you have.” Adama rested his hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “Though now is not the time for our past. Now is the time for all and protecting the all’s future.”

“I’m supposed to protect the planet,” Dylan stated as a matter of fact.

“You are and you have before,” Adama replied.

“I’ve been here before?” Dylan asked, rather puzzled.

“Since before time’s keeping when a planet called Nibiru existed.” The planet appeared in his mindscape, hovering, shifting as Adama’s words flowed. “A near perfect balance of life and death, truth and deception, good, evil, the way things must be. It was on Nibiru, in the rays of Alcyone, a seed grew into a tree, the Om, the Tree of Life. From the fruits of the heavens to the bowels of the underworld, the Om roots, her branches bound all that exists. The hand of the creator, she bestowed the light upon the seven Scions to keep Nibiru in balance, a beacon of life in the center of all. The planet prospered, until a single man, the only man, with hate in his heart, stole a root from the tree. A sickness afflicted her. The Scions sought to restore the balance, but the Om was dying, as was Nibiru. The Om’s final task before her demise was to banish the thief and for Scions to each take a seed from her and create life among the stars. Together, the seven captured the thief, naming him Necromanos, the hands of death, and cast him into the void. The Scions, bound to their seeds, found new planets to sustain life. Centauri, Sirius, Melorium, Arcturus, Andromeda, Pleiade, and Terra each developed in their own time. As children of the Om, life and light flourished again until the pain of Nibiru was forgotten. The new trees found each other, binding through the infinite and again, all were one.”

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“What about God? Didn’t he give us life?” Dylan asked.

“The creator has many names and is, in essence, everything. The one. The all. The new worlds shared histories, ideas, and technologies. They defended each other and, in time, the alliance became the Galaxis.”

“Necromanos drifted for millennia until he was drawn to a black hole in where his wicked heart took form again as the Hate-Bringer. Wielding the power of the void, he sought to undo the creator’s work. Life.”

“Necromanos attacked the Earth, destroying the Lemuria, Atlantis and its other civilizations in a single night. Stubbornness led to our demise. The other planets came to our aid, but much had been lost. Our cities destroyed, divided, creating rival tribes within the Earth.”

“That’s how the Lemurians came to Shasta?”

“Yes, along with many others living beneath the surface. But it was from then the Om rose again, choosing a champion who could unify each planet’s life force, a protector who put the good of the all above the good of the one. And so became the Scions.”

“As crazy as all this sounds, I somehow feel like I know all this already.”

“Dylan, you may be the youngest Scion yet; however, you have been in the dreams and visions of Scions and ascended masters throughout time. You are known to the ancients, though your ultimate life remains a mystery, thus you are to follow your own path.”

“So, what do I do now?” Dylan’s eyes tracked a shooting star across the sky.

“You must synchronize your soul with the Earth’s as her Scion did. You must find the Chakra in the heart of Shasta. There you will find the synchronicity.”

“I have to go inside the mountain?” Dylan asked.

“To Shasta’s heart. On her peak, you will find Skell, the mountain-lord. He will grant you your key to Shasta.”

“And then what?” Dylan watched another star’s trail fade before realizing he was alone on the plateau. “Adama?” The crest of sun on the horizon. “Adama?” His eyes flickered, a familiar-looking Lemurian woman standing over him.

“Dylan. Please do not struggle. I am Ra’Nelle.” Her amber eyes glowed with love.

“Hi.” Dylan mouthed, overwhelmed with a Déjà vu.

“We will talk more.” Ra’Nelle squeezed his hand, her warm energy rushing through him. “You were calling for Adama. He will be here soon.”

Dylan’s eyes had barely focused when Zalee and Norm rushed to his side.

“Dude, are you ok? You had us totally worried, man!”

“He is still healing. Give him time.” Zalee pulled him back, smiling at Dylan.

Still delirious, Dylan mustered a smile and nod, reassuring his friends he was okay.

“So, listen,” Norm said, calmly. “Don’t talk, you need to rest, but I’m just happy you’re ok. But seriously, when you see this place, we’re in… Telos?” Norm looked around suspiciously before a mischievous grin grew on his face. “Dylan, I don’t think we’re in Jersey anymore.”