In one of Project Camelot’s ‘inside scoops’ with an undercover contact named ‘Charles’ he states cryptically that ‘Women are the Key.’
Of course women are the key; but they are also the ‘lock’. As Maman Lezarde would say: “Women have the equipment – A woman is the gateway between the worlds.”
There are more single, free, financially independent women in North America than anywhere else on the planet. The divorce rate is sky-high. Where is all that Shakti going?? Many of these women, far more than men, are also fully engaged on their spiritual path. Many of these women, myself included, at one point or another have had their energy hooked into the energy field of a male guru. Past a certain point, this is not a good thing, no matter how hot, how wise, how magickal, the guru. At the end of the day, he is just a man. You can’t find the love of God in the shape of a man, no matter how great your projection. The sharper women eventually wake up, and reclaim their energy, but not usually without a bit of a psychic battle. Let’s face it, a juicy woman is a juicy woman! It’s not unlike the ‘cutting of the cord ceremony’ to unhook from an ex-lover. This is familiar territory to most ‘Sex and the City’ women of my generation. This is not what I wish to write about today.
Today, I write about the shady territory between the intense desire and longing for divine other and tantric connection – and what can happen when you think it is your divine beloved guru making holy kundalini love to you in the middle of the night. I’m not saying it doesn’t happen – it most certainly does… but that really is another story, best left to another day… But Someone Else wants the Goddess… Wants the Divine Shakti of Gaia in All Her Myriad Forms… And it isn’t Uncle Sam. Remember, it’s all fun and games – until someone loses an ovary; or an empire. Like each woman on the planet today, the High Priestess of Atalan is both the lock and the key:
CHAPTER 4 – ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower’
An expert dreamer, the High Priestess of Atalan traveled the worlds beyond sleep, tracking the one who had disturbed her solitude. Pulled inexorably forward, the mysterious light remained
just beyond reach. Each time it allowed her a little closer, and each morning Lelia could not wait to return to the place it had left her the night before. Weeks passed, yet the stranger’s cold light shed no warmth.
What did it want…?
The High Priestess’ daylight hours consumed with thoughts of the mysterious presence, she began a secret inquiry into the truth of its possible nature. Every spare moment found the priestess bent over the sacred scrolls, scouring them for clues. Perhaps it was lost, a lost soul
wandering between the worlds of the living and the dead.
Lelia had already tried sending it back to Source, but without success. Relentless, it appeared each night the moment she arrived at the frequency thresholds on the edge of the consciousnesses of Earth. Still, it gave her nothing.
“What do you want of me?” the High Priestess screamed at last, drained of all psychic reserve. She was tired of the chase, a game it played according to unknown rules.
“Divine Beloved, do you not recognize me?”
Lelia was stunned. ‘Beloved??’ Spoken clearly, she had clearly heard it… It had called her ‘Beloved’!
“It is not for me to meet my Divine Beloved, until I drop my body and pass on to the Higher Realms…” Lelia answered, as if by rote.
The Light blazed before her and asked her again:
“Divine Beloved, do you not recognize me?”
Guarded, the High Priestess answered: “My Beloved is Beyond, I can partner with no other.”
Angered at the perpetual torment, Lelia abandoned the seductive light, and fled, back to the weight and safety of the body corporeal. How dare it toy with her in this way! Spoken clearly, she had clearly heard it…
‘Beloved’… What could it -‘he’- possibly mean…?
The question reverberated to the core of her being. If he was the one long promised to her, why was he not embodied in the world, as she was?
Why had he left her alone, to suffer her solitude?
The sacred texts explained:
‘The purpose of twin flame union higher than the purposes of Earth, such a union anchors the energies of Divine Love throughout the worlds of multidimensional creation. It is standard practice for one soul to incarnate in earthly lifetimes, the other serving as a lifeline to the higher
realms, lest the incarnate soul become lost in the densities of a lower world. Bound through time and space in sacred soul marriage not of the flesh, true twin flames are not meant to unite in the traditional, earthly sense.’
Or so the Sacred Texts were written.
The pain of finding her potential beloved was thus far worse than the original sorrow of soul separation, and the loneliness with which she was so well acquainted, combined. For days, Lelia did not sleep. Then it was exhaustion, not death, that claimed her, and there he was again, relentless, waiting, wanting…
“Divine Beloved, do you not recognize me?”
Of course she recognized him.
The old familiar ache. She could not forget what it was all for… Because of him, she had taken the leap from the realms of pure light into the experiment of physical creation. He had been lost, and now he was found. The one to whom she still belonged, beyond all space and all time… Lelia
struggled, against her greatest, most forbidden desire.
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“It – is – not – time!” thundered the voice of conscience from the Planes of Ascension far beyond the Other Side. In a blaze of purple fire, the High Priestess of Atalan the Elder shimmered before her.
“It is not time!” the Elder commanded again. “Have you forgotten your oath? It is not for you to meet your Twin Flame, until you drop your body and pass on to the Higher Realms!”
It was she, the venerable one who had first warned her, when she first took responsibility for the holy fire within. “Do not abandon your soul agreement! You are not meant to meet your Divine Beloved, until your work on Earth is done! I beg you…!” But the holy woman’s admonition was cold comfort. Lelia was weakening… The Elder’s plea had come too late. Undeniable, Lelia felt it then, the clean, pure call of the other half of her soul…
“Beloved, we are already joined and know each other well…”
Lelia fled the encounter, plummeting through the dimensions, fleeing sleep, fleeing him, back to the agony of the body.
It would have been so easy to let go… Go with him. Stay with him. But no… She did not want to die… yet…
Returned to her bedchamber, limbs shaking from the power of their meeting, Lelia roused herself and walked out into the moonlit garden. He could not follow her here. Earth was not his world.
Her heart pounding in an unfamiliar way, Lelia calmed herself with the sight of the spires of Atalan in the valley below. Oceanside, the diamond-city glittered. And overlooking the vista, the Crystal Pyramid shone bright with moonlight. Home. She was returned to it.
She could not allow him to find her again, not ‘til death claimed her. Lelia stood quietly, her hands clinging to the balustrade overlooking the shining city, when an unnaturally icy mist blew in and wrapped itself around her like a shroud.
“Why wait for Death?” the wraith whispered, into her ear. “Why wait for the higher realms… When a higher realm… Can come to you?”
“Tell me, my love…”
It was not possible.
“Have you remembered?”
Her training as High Priestess had not prepared her for this.
His love stronger than death, older than life itself, his power enfolded her rom the Beyond. Starved for the love of her own kind, Lelia could not resist him…
Did not want to…
“Do you accept my breath, my kiss of fire?” he asked, his light entwined about her.
Witnessed by Angels of the Most High, and sealed by the stars, the ancient embrace enfolded her… Overcome with a passion so blissfully intense it was beyond physicality, the High Priestess did not question it. The memory of their love had been enough to sustain her over the eons, from the moment the entwined, twinned flames of their conjoined soul had parted.
And now she knew why he had been forbidden to her, while still a woman of flesh and bone. Lelia felt the silver cord stretch and tighten, the cord which tethered her Ka, her body of light, to the realm of Earth, to a body weighted with centuries of waiting. For what, for death, the final illumination, she let the silver cord stretch taut, almost to the breaking point…
The sacred heat from the soul fire of her twin of flame was irresistible; there was no more need to wait, nothing more to wait for… Consumed, then, in the embrace of a cosmic blaze, all her need was met… The moment had come… His cold heat was her demise, his icy breath, her heaven.
Death was her Divine Other and she, his consort. With a sharp and startled cry, the High Priestess fell to the ground. Bewildered, the fallen priestess struggled to raise herself up. The heady perfume of fireflowers crushed against her skin, the night-garden was heavy with the damp of dew, black earth, and musk. Mystery of mysteries, the beguiling heat was gone.
It was just the heady scent of fireflowers in bloom, making her dream of what she most wanted, but could not have. Passion moon already set, in the darkness of the deserted garden, she was alone. Bereft, the words of the Elder Priestess of Atalan returned to haunt her once more: ‘It is not for you to meet your Twin Flame…’
In the silence of the empty garden, Lelia’s heart broke with loneliness.
The days that followed were the emptiest of all. Yet in public, the High Priestess was serene. Covered in jewels and adulation, she went about her duties. But what she now suffered was worse than the isolation of great secrets unshared. She wanted her Divine Beloved. She craved him in the flesh, his body pressed to hers. The tortured memory of a fire kiss would not sustain
her. All she had of him was a thought, a memory, destined to fade. Nights passed without a return visitation from her celestial love.
In her private chambers, Lelia was listless, weak. Her life reduced to mere existence, save for the quiet footfall of faithful servants, her ivory
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palace was largely empty of guests. She did not know if that night she would have the stomach or the strength to entertain yet another king, come to pay homage to the Goddess and receive the blessing of her bed.
Ritual bath yet to be readied, Lelia had little time to prepare for the visiting king. He had traveled so far to see her. As High Priestess, Lelia lit the candles on her bedside altar, and draped herself in sheer layers of scarlet silk. By rote she recited a tantric incantation from the rites as practiced by the Ancients. Aromatic essential oils and aphrodisiacs awaited selection.
With a heartfelt sigh, she hoped this man of earthly power would be stronger than the last one, who had collapsed at her feet.
The King entered her chambers. As beautiful as an avenging angel, it was clear: he was a true descendant of those who from heaven to earth had come. A welcome if temporary distraction, Lelia was surprised at how pleasing she found his appearance; divinely sculpted as he was in
the image of the gods.
Thick dark curls instead of a crown and features kissed with the elegant beauty of the stars, this one in particular resembled the stone portraits left behind by the star travelers in monuments to themselves. Aphrodisiacs stirring their blood, it made the encounter more a pleasure
and less a duty performed in honor of the divinities of carnal love…
Light from the newly risen honeyed moon spilled across the silken sheets, highlighting the chiseled muscles of the man who lay sprawled and exhausted beside her. The High Priestess cradled the sleeping King in her arms.
In an hour or two, he would wake, and they would continue, as they had for hours before. He slept now, and she listened, as the rhythm of his breathing changed, deepened. Her King would sleep but she would not, her mind overtaken with thoughts of the unattainable being she had so
It was unthinkable that her twin flame, her divine beloved – who had at last found her – had again abandoned her. Unfathomable punishment for one as divinely faithful as she, for Lelia had given no one else her heart.
Consolation prize of a god in progress lying unconscious in her arms, the pain of separation from her twin had worn down her resolve. Lelia began to plan her own untimely death.
“Divine Beloved, do you not desire me?”
Death by poison or death by a fall, the High Priestess started from her reverie… The King had spoken, while yet he slept.
“Divine Bride, your Bridegroom awaits.”
What manner of abomination was this? The King spoke; yet it was not the King.
“Beloved, do you not recognize me?”
Too surprised to recoil, Lelia was speechless.
“I found you in the astral garden, just the other night. Do you not recall the touch of my fingers, my kiss of fire along your spine…?”
His eyes still closed, the King’s hand moved towards her, yet it was not the King.
“Have you forgotten me already? “
Fingers light upon the smooth skin of her inner thigh, the stranger spoke again, his voice the caress she’d waited upon for centuries.
“I gave you a garland, of fragrant fireflower blossoms…”
Lelia had no doubt; for her, he had left the Heart of Heaven. For the first time, she said his name:
The King’s eyes wide shut, Arakiel grasped her face filled with hope in his hands.
She was mistaken, this High Priestess. It was not he who had come from on high in search of his Divine Beloved, but she who had left Heaven’s Heart ages ago to find him. Her lost twin, his once bright pranic flame tarnished by the rigors of the densities of creation, it was a miracle she recognized him at all.
True, he had not yet incarnated on Earth, the world on which Lelia now found herself. Trapped as he was, forgotten by the one true God who had made them, and stamped both their souls to the eternal damnation of fractured union. But this was about to change… He had found her. Her face in his hands, she was in his thrall…
The High Priestess gave no protest. Her Divine Beloved had taken possession of the King’s body, and she did not care. He had come, at last, to save her from her misery, and rescue them all. His angelic presence a force that occupied her mind, she knew that she was his, as she had always been.
“Why?” Lelia pleaded, engulfed with desperate desire.
“Can you not guess? To rule at your side. To save Atalan, as one greater than the kings and princes of this world… To rule over aspiring gods and men of earthly power, and command the allegiance of lesser beings. Together we will raise the multitudes of humanity, the masses of teeming earthlings
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beyond the borders of Atalan, to a new standard of civilization and hope.”
Enthralled, Lelia was overcome. She would do anything, without hesitation, if it meant he would stay with her. And he had not even had to ask. Just as in days of old, she had anticipated his need, and met it, without question. Inwardly, Arakiel smiled. For what came next, he could not accomplish without the High Priestess’ willing participation.
Her face held in his hands, Arakiel inhaled her breath with his kiss, filling her with his indomitable spirit. In, out, in, out, she felt the fire rise in her spine and he was not even inside her yet. Then, the poor King’s breath rattled out of him. His body shook, as his spirit left the earth-plane, and Arakiel’s inner flame took hold. With fierce power, the King’s eyes flew
open, blazing with Arakiel’s light, the intense light she recognized, remembered so well from their days outside the bounds of time.
“The mortal is gone… I am now your King, as I ever was,” Arakiel said.
Lelia’s heart in his hands, Arakiel set siege to her flesh. For the first time in her life, Lelia was not the teacher, the healer, or the High Priestess, but a woman, taken, in more than one dimension. Caught in a vortex of sexual energy beyond her control, the High Priestess lost herself in
Arakiel’s inferno. And in so doing, Lelia turned her face from the Sun.
For Arakiel had not come to save Atalan, but to conquer it, and enslave the People of One. Their coupling had kindled a passion-fire clearly visible to those still trapped in the Great Below. But the flame was extinguished too early for them to follow its suspect light out from the Abyss…
A descendant of the old gods, the true King of Atalan was not about to give up his body without a fight. With valiant courage, he fought back from the other side and expelled Arakiel to the ethers. The true King of Atalan then returned to his physical senses with no memory of what had
transpired, only to find the High Priestess weeping inconsolably at his side.
The king, being a man like all others, believed the High Priestess’ tears were intended for him.
“My love, my love, you are beloved of the Goddess, you are beloved of the Goddess…,” Lelia clung to the King’s arms for dear life, Arakiel’s last choked words her only comfort:
‘My – love, do not – worry. I will – return – for you. I – promise…’
Such was the beginning of the Fall of Atalan.
Millenia later, the gossamer lineage of the Priestesses of the People of
One continued to sing songs telling of realities beyond the known frameworks of time. Faith unbroken, the last descendants of Atalan awaited the promised Day of Light. The women sang their heartbreak, of their deep longing for the children of the exodus to reunite as kindred, as the People of One – one mind, one body, one soul, one heart. And of the one
promised, who would tie the threads of time:
“She will come. She will come,” the women sang the ancient song, offering beautifully lilting voices of disturbing comfort to the conflicted, convalescing Priest.
“Who will come?” Father Leon muttered, more confounded than before.
Surely, it was not the monstrous Serpent Queen, who had so cruelly spared him his life, of whom they sang? The Christ had come, and gone. How could there be another Messiah, a female – an Emmanuelle??
‘A woman!’ It was too much.
Physically and philosophically marooned, Father Leon found himself in the role of Adam with more than one Eve. Initiated into the ecstasies of fleshly love by a trinity of wives, Leon happily abandoned his cassock.
Besides, the Priestesses of Atalan the once golden, had already burned his clothes.
CopyRight ‘ASCENSION: The FireFlower‘ 2009 Trafford / FireFlower Communications All Rights Reserved / Author Andrea Hansen www.thefireflower.com
This is my heartfelt warning to all you women out there to exercise extreme discernment in the ‘kundalini’ connections in which you – or your daughters – may become engaged or entraped. Fortunately or unfortunately, this really is my area of expertise. No matter how ‘evolved’ or skilled a witchy-woman you are, it is not wise to let your guard down, not even for a moment. Although, to be clear, in those moments, you can learn a great deal you could not learn otherwise. By the same token, you can be of divine service in the Ascension process of truly desperate beings who really could not otherwise dimensionally move forward.
But I digress: in the various types of energy exchanges which can occur, in most of them, the balance of power will be such that you will appear to have none. Much like the relationship of the abused to the abuser, victim to victimizer. It is enough to deal with for an adult woman, let alone those much younger. I remember myself at 12, 14, 16, 18, 21 and 33… Still dumb as a rock, and vulnerable as a kitten. Like most tweens and teens today ‘bitten’ by the ‘ New Moon’ vampire bug, I’m sure I would have liked Katy Perry’s music then as much as I like it now.
BUT … The other day bopping along in the car, the lyrics of her latest song hit me like a ton of bricks:
Look around you… Our entire Western Civilization is obsessed with simultaneously raising and dishonoring Shakti energy, and keeping it high, no matter how base the means… I need not go into detail here. Could there be a connection between Shakti as fuel, and E.T. technology that goes beyond mere biology??