Return to the Central Sun

His body, mind, and soul were recomposing. From the view of an Elder, it meant that he had more fully incarnated himself into a conscious body and attained a humanness that carried the essence of God into the densest aspect of physical creation. As caterpillar to a butterfly or a stone to a fine crystal, Orville had become a jewel in the evolution of humankind. He was a jewel quietly glowing into greater self-awareness encased below millions of tons of granite in a most ancient cave known as the inner temple of Shambala. Orville turned in his sleep and pulled the afghan blankets around him. His dazzling rebirth continued to vibrate forth as a great exhale of God’s creation. * The next day after a long soak in the rejuvenating waters of the cavern, and a light meal of rice cooked in goat milk and honey, he felt stable. Soon after, he was summoned to the portal that he had built long ago. With great restraint, he watched passively as the Pleiadians operated the controls to the portal. He said his goodbye to Tremador and Ziola. They stepped upon the platform and relocated to another galaxy. Shivani Shakti regarded Orville. “The device you built, as you now correctly perceive, is not suitable for this age. It will bring you, however, to a place, which has been prepared for you and others.” Orville smiled and ran his fingers through his now nearly famous unkempt hair. “I guess I wanted to find my way home building that thing again.” Shivani exhaled and rolled her eyes. Ambalika! I think you need a haircut.” Everyone in the room including the relocation navigator and a small staff quietly laughed. Orville smiled and struggled with more technical urges. The confusion of awakening to his life as a multi-incarnational spirit in the flesh vied with the scientist in him that was curious to look over his previous work with his razor sharp mind. “Why is this happening to me?” he asked. “Soon, you will be able to answer that question for yourself. Take your white feather with you. It is composed of arcane ethereal essence from the 7th astral plane. When you no longer need it, it will return to its natural dimension. It is a gift from the Elders of protection for a traveler; a symbol of their approval and support. In time you will recognize your place in the scheme of things.” * Orville put aside the vivid memlocks of his time in the ancient cave. His awakening had been the reason he had come to this fateful juncture. The last few months back in Berkeley had been difficult. His impending departure required a great deal of detachment to all that had been familiar to him. He recognized the ironic archetypes of the hero’s journey and the many human souls who had quested for a greater cause through the vast halls of retrostory. He mourned and reflected and sought closure without revealing the appointed path of his destiny. The days had become excruciatingly long. The greater awareness and realignment of his body revealed a much different world to him -from the mundane to the miraculous. He understood his need to seek a higher vibration to live his life. The sadness that lingered was love. In his heart he knew that he had been blessed with a great opportunity to live and love in great abundance. It eclipsed all other attachments. Now as he stepped up to the advanced super computer he felt his body vibrating with the awareness of many dimensions and the adrenaline of excitement. Shivani Shakti had been emphatic about bringing the white feather that sat in Orville’s gym bag waiting for a train on the universe express. It was time for action. I will fake my own death and disappear off the face of this planet. Now, I will become a traveler using my invention…finally! This relocator will get me to the cave Shambala! From there- Wow! Daisy loaded the special data crystal that would rearrange his files and plant a virus to cover the program he was about to run. He reached into his gym bag and took a canister of amino acids, the raw materials of his human body including feces and urine. Earlier this morning he added his own blood for a DNA match. When they study the, soon-to-be “accident”, they would assume that these were his remains. He felt a pang of guilt knowing that his symbolic remains would be mourned at a funeral. He did not like the idea of deceiving friends and family. It did not deter him from his plan however. On the deepest level, having awakened to his previous life as a Pleiadian scientist, he was acting with continuity on the level of soul. “Daisy, begin program.” “Hey boss. I haven’t ever felt a program like this. It’s really cool.” Orville closed his eyes to say a little prayer. Before his inner vision the face of Shivani appeared. In a light trance, he was able to handle the herenow as he received the Tibetan Pleiadian woman’s urgent message. “Orville you have been detected. Leave now. Take your feather and trust the Elders to be your navigators.” Orville looked at a screen. “Daisy, are you being monitored?” “Boss, I got someone poking around in here. Is everything all right? It’s really a bogus feeling.” “Bogus… Oh yeah, bogus… Daisy I want you to begin phase three now, okay?” “That’s out of sequence.” “Yes, I know.” Orville poured the amino blood goulash on his ergonomic work chair. He walked over to the platform and punched a code into a small keyboard with one hand, emptying his morning toilet all around his work station. “Are we running the test?” asked Daisy. “Yes Daisy, it’s ah…really cool and…ah...farm out. You can begin.” Orville looked out at his lab for the last time.