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Einstein's Compass, page 20
Before his eyes, the two liquids began to sizzle and bubble. Albert threw his right arm up to shield himself and ducked under the sturdy, wooden lab desk, and shouted, “Duck, everyone!” No sooner had the words escaped his lips than the experiment on the lab desk ex-ploded with a fiery flash. Albert’s sleeve was spattered with burning liquid and burst into flames. He frantically pounded his burning jacket with his left hand, trying to extinguish it. All around, his classmates were screaming and rushing out of the classroom.
Down the hall, Countess von Baden stood smiling, satisfied with the result of having substituted water and stable mercury in Albert’s experiment with clear sodium
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nitrate and unstable mercury—a lethal combination. Composing herself and pasting an appropriately con-cerned look on her face, she rushed toward the classroom. As she neared the room, Professor Meiss joined her, of-fering an approving nod before they entered the lab. Instead of finding Albert’s fatally burned corpse, they were both dismayed to see the young man clutching his arm where the blackened and charred remains of his jacket and shirt still clung. Albert’s lab station was aflame, but he was fine.
Raka was furious. How could his plan have failed? The thought. “Get out of here before someone wonders about your presence,” he hissed quietly at the Countess. Then, pulling himself together, he surveyed the destruc-tion. “What have you done?” he exclaimed angrily to Albert. Pointing to the doorway, he said, “Get out of here before you burn down the building!”
Professor Heilmann rushed over and cast a caution-ing glance at Meiss and said a bit more calmly, “Yes, Herr Einstein, you must get that arm looked at.”
Dazed and in shock from the trauma, Albert stag-gered out of the classroom and into the hallway where the rest of his class milled around. His friend Marcel rushed over to him, “Albert! What happened? Are you okay?”
Albert looked at his friend. He could see he was talk-ing, but he could only hear the ringing in his ears. “I...
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I...” was all he managed to get out before he collapsed into his friend’s arms.
* * *
Dazed and groggy Albert struggled back to consciousness. Through blurry eyes, he saw that he was in the university clinic. A young physician and his friend Marcel were at the side of his bed. An antiseptic odor pervaded the room, but he also detected the faint smell of burnt flesh. Albert glanced to the doctor working on his hand and saw his blackened, swollen fingers. He could see the doctor’s grave expression, but the ringing in his ears from the ex-plosion still made it hard for him to hear anything.
The thirtyish, bearded physician in his white coat was bending over Albert’s burned limb applying salve to it. When Albert twitched his hand, the doctor looked up at him. “Ah, you’re back, Herr Einstein. Good.” Albert nodded weakly at him. The doctor glanced at Albert’s hand, then leaned in toward the boy. “What in the world happened? You’re lucky you weren’t killed.”
With the doctor closer now, Albert heard the ques-tion. He managed to respond in a weak voice, “It was a simple experiment. I don’t know what could have gone wrong. Water and mercury,” he said.
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"I combined the elements as directed, and...” Albert shrugged, then cringed in pain. He tried to flex his hand. It was stiff and excruciating, but his fingers moved slight-ly. Satisfied for the moment, he looked up at the doctor. “My hand... am I going to be all right?”
The doctor sighed. “It could have been much worse. Your burns are bad, but they will heal. It will take time, though. I’ll keep you here overnight, and then I think you’ll be okay to go home.” Albert nodded, then went into his own thoughts. The doctor turned to Marcel. “He’s going to need some care until he can use his hand again.”
Marcel nodded. “Albert has no family here, but I’ll look in on him as long as he needs help.”
“Good. I want the patient to rest now. I am giving him laudanum for the pain.” The doctor poured some liquid into a small glass and urged Albert to drink it. Within minutes, Albert drifted off to sleep.
Satisfied, the doctor turned to continue his clinic rounds. “I’ll leave you instructions on how to care for the burn until it’s fully healed.” Marcel nodded in thanks and turned back to his friend, now peacefully dozing on the cot.
Back in his classroom, Professor Meiss sat at his desk, pondering. During the confusion in the lab, he had sur-
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reptitiously gathered up the bottles containing the falsely labeled volatile ingredients that Victoria had substituted for the benign ones at Albert’s station. Now, he consid-ered next steps.
On the one hand, Meiss was disappointed that his plan to kill Albert and recover the compass with the Sha-mir Stone had failed. But now that he fully understood Albert’s connection to his brother Arka, he looked for-suffer ed before he died. It was better that his plan had not ward to the opportunity to make sure his brother worked right away. He hadn’t anticipated being able to exact re-venge on his brother for the indignities he had suffered at his and his uncle’s hands. He hadn’t expected this poten-tial for retaliation to the horrors that he had been subjected to when his brother’s genetic experiments had gone so terribly wrong. Yet, through some twist of fate, Arka had revealed himself in this classroom.
For the first time in centuries, Raka began to hum.
Chapter 27
Intervention
K endra leaned back on her alabaster armchair in the Temple of Research and inhaled deeply. Garbed in a simple mauve robe, the Light Seer felt well-connected to life after a sweet morning of spiritual exercises. With a swipe of her palm over the glass tablet in her hand, she whispered a prayer for the highest good and opened the Flower of Life Infinity Portal. With the power to see the future, it was time to watch the star child Albert Einstein
in the nineteenth century on Earth.
The Portal revealed a scene in Albert’s chemistry class. A gasp of horror escaped Kendra’s lips when Al-bert’s beaker violently exploded, the force of the blast hurling glass, hardware, and wood across the laboratory. The view from the Portal revealed Albert’s limp form sprawled on the floor, one arm of his jacket smoldering. Hastily scanning forward through time, she found Albert once again, this time asleep in a clinic bed, bandages on
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his arm and hand. Kendra closed the Portal and scram-bled to locate the Mystical Travelers.
* * *
Three Mystical Travelers—Jesus, Akhenaten, and Mo-ses—were seated around a marble table in the Temple of Light, listening attentively as Johann reported the newest update on Albert’s mission.
“Albert is avoiding his classes because they bore him. His professors teach old science and will not entertain new concepts like Maxwell’s electromagnetic theory. So, Albert’s missed several days at school, and professors Weber and Pernat have admonished him on several occa-sions to concentrate on his studies.”
The three masters shared knowing glances. The young light worker went on, “Albert is obsessed
with solving the space-time theorems, and he’s missing meals and not sleeping much.” Johann paused and looked at the masters. “I know how Albert can be. He is oblivious to how his behavior upsets his teachers. Even if he knew, I don’t think he’d care.”
A holographic image appeared on the table near Je-sus. It revealed Kendra, standing in the hallway. Jesus glanced at Moses and Akhenaten, who nodded. Jesus
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passed his hand over a light beam, and a doorway opened, admitting Kendra into the chamber.
Wasting no time, she nodded respectfully, then began to speak in urgent tones. “I apologize for interrupting you, but Albert has been in an accident. I believe it was an attempt to take his life.”
Johann’s eyes widened in concern. “I left his side for just a few minutes, and—”
“Be still, Johann, this is not your fault.” Jesus mo-tioned for Kendra to sit. “Now, exactly what happened?” Kendra quickly opened the Infinity Portal and point-
ed at the unfolding scene.
Johann and the travelers watched as Countess von Baden planted the volatile elements. Johann shook his head. “I’ve warned Albert that his life was in danger.”
Moses narrowed his eyes, and Johann hastily added, “Of course, I did not reveal more than the Cosmic Law allows.”
The travelers sat back in their chairs as Johann looked to each of them. “I realize we can only do so much, and we must respect the Laws of Karma and Time, but I’m worried that Albert will be tricked by Raka.”
Akhenaten smiled kindly at Johann. “I know it’s hard to watch your friend tread so close to such danger, but this must play out according to the Divine Plan. There is only so much influence we can exert.”
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Johann nodded, accepting the truth of what Akhena-ten said. “But—”
Akhenaten raised his hand. “Have faith, Johann. The balance of Light and Darkness must be maintained. God’s grace is stunningly powerful. Things always are perfect— if we’re unhappy, it’s because we don’t like them that way.”
The others nodded with knowing smiles as Johann’s protests died on his lips.
“But is there anything we can do?” asked Johann hopefully.
“Increase our vigilance so if God’s grace allows us to step in, we are ready,” Jesus suggested.
“Nothing else? Albert is in real danger!” Johann complained.
Moses replied, “Once Albert completes his mission, the compass will go dormant. Raka will no longer be a threat. We need to keep Albert safe from him until then.”
“There is one thing we can do,” Akhenaten said. Kendra and Johann both looked at him, hoping to lift their spirits.
“We can speed up Albert’s mission. The solution to Albert’s quandary does not dwell in his current dimen-sion of time. We can bring Albert to Atlantis to help him recall what he has forgotten.”
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Johann squinted, trying to make sense of this propo-sition. “Go back to where ?”
“Albert is a Child of Light,” Akhenaten explained. “He has been chosen to bring the Atlantean technology of space-time to his own era to further the evolution of sci-ence. The compass he carries is a beacon with intense energy from Atlantis. Once he completes his mission, the power of the compass will sleep until it’s time for the next Child of Light to come forward.”
“In another time, Albert was a priest-scientist named Arka, who worked with the power crystals in Atlantis and understood their space-time functions,” Moses added, picking up the narrative. “His spirit in this lifetime is re-ceptive to this knowledge, but he is experiencing difficulty bringing it fully into his conscious mind.”
“Perhaps we could transport him in his soul body to Atlantis,” Jesus suggested, “while he is recuperating from this incident at school.”
“Hmmm. Yes, I believe that could work. What do you think?” Moses asked, turning to Akhenaten.
Nodding with a smile, the pharaoh who had intro-duced the concept of the One God to the Egyptians agreed.
The three Mystical Travelers set their gaze on Johann. “You must travel with Albert in soul form to Atlantis.
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With Ezekiel, you will assist him to enter the sacred gate-way and transport his spirit through the dimensions of Light to the correct moment in Atlantis history where he will find himself. The healer of Light will be intuitively expecting him to appear.”
“Me? If Ezekiel’s going to be there, why do you need me? I think this is way beyond my experience,” Johann protested.
Jesus placed his arm around the lightworker in train-ing. “You can provide something that Ezekiel can’t.” Johann looked up at the Master, “Friendship. A familiar face will help him feel comfortable through an exercise that is sure to challenge him.”
Johann swallowed his protest.
* * *
A red-haired woman in a white nurse’s uniform quietly loomed over Albert as he lay sleeping in the hospital. Pri-vacy curtains ringed Albert’s bed, so her presence went unnoticed. With a satisfied smile, Countess von Baden checked the syringe she held, making sure it was filled with the lethal liquid. She leaned over Albert’s arm, the needle poised to find a vein. She almost pitied him. The agony the serum would deliver before it finally snuffed
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out his life, would be unspeakable. Suddenly, the etheric form of a young boy materialized in the space next to her. “What are you doing?” Johann cried out.
Startled, the Countess dropped the syringe, and its glass cylinder smashed on the hard floor, the liquid it held spilling out on the tiles. With a frightened curse, she bolt-ed from the room.
“It appears our arrival is quite timely. The Light still protects my friend,” Johann observed, speaking into the Infinity Portal he had secured to his belt. The holographic images of his three fellow travelers showed their relief.
“Are you ready, Johann?” Moses asked. Johann gulped in affirmation. The trio clasped hands
and closed their eyes in devotion. Jesus instructed, “Jo-hann, focus your awareness on the love in your heart. We will aid you with our love. Now we will pray for Albert’s soul to leave with you.”
The travelers said in unison, “We call forward the Light of God from the Highest Realms to surround, fill, and protect each of us, Ezekiel, Johann, and Albert. We pray for Ezekiel as he supports Albert Einstein in his mis-sion for his entry to Atlantis. All this is for the highest good. So be it.”
A brilliant sphere of glowing light enveloped Albert as his etheric body floated up and hovered over his physical
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form still in the hospital bed. In his new state, Albert’s gaze was drawn to Johann, and he drifted to be next to him. “Johann?” Albert attempted to touch his friend, but his hand moved right through him. Suddenly, Albert no-ticed his body below him on the bed. “What...? How...?” Albert’s voice was a mere whisper. “Johann am I... dead?” Johann shook his head rapidly from side to side. “Take it easy, Albert. You’re not dead. I can explain.” Jo-hann took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to explain the situation to his skeptical friend. “Okay, do
you recall what Pater Benjamin told you?” “Of course, I remember,” Albert said. “But what he
suggested sounded like madness. I am a physicist, not a philosopher. It’s... it’s... not scientific! It flies in the face of the scientific method—observing, postulating, creating a mathematical proof.”
“Yes, I know, Albert. Just give your obsession for tan-gible proof a rest for a moment. I know how your research has been consuming you.”
“Well—” Albert said, preparing to defend himself, but Johann interrupted him.
“Relax, Albert. I have good news. The Mystical Trav-elers have appointed me to accompany you to a place where you will be reawakened and given a nswers you have been seeking.”
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“Re lax— Where are we going? Will we take the train?”
“No, Albert. We are going to travel back in time—to an age when you lived in Atlantis as a priest-scientist. A train can’t get us there.”
“Back in time? How is that possible?”
“Look, just take my hand, Albert. Trust me.” Still skeptical, Albert grasped Johann’s hand, and they
vanished...
Chapter 28
Atlantis 10,000 BC
Arka
rka was preparing for his morning meditation when A
he noticed a messenger striding toward him from across the garden. Dressed in black linen trousers and shirt with the Black Sun symbol on each collar, the female soldier from Aryan came to a stop in front of the priest-scientist and stood at rigid attention.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir. General Tora-Fuliar ordered me to deliver this to you immediately.” She extended a paper bearing the seal of the Aryan High Command. Arka thanked the soldier and dismissed her. His eyes widened, as he read the message from his twin brother, Raka, who had been missing for some weeks.
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My Dear Brother,
I expect you may be wondering what has become of me since my recent disappearance from Atlantis. I assure you, I am fine... no, better than fine. In fact, I am prospering on Aryan in my new position as Supreme High Commander of all Aryan forces.
You might wonder how I was able to accomplish such a feat considering your low (and inaccurate) opinion of me. Let’s just say that I had a little help from the Draconi-an DNA. (I presume you are aware that I had taken it.) With my innate intellect and savvy, I was able to “con-vince” the Aryan leadership that I was the man (loosely speaking) for the job. As you can imagine, I am so much more than a man now.
Please accept this letter as notice that, under my lead-ership, the Aryans will be assuming control of the temples and power crystals of Atlantis. I look forward to our next meeting, where you may kneel at my feet out of respect for my accomplishments and in awe of my power.
Your loving brother,
Raka
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Arka’s face went pale. His brother had fallen from God’s grace into the darkness of greed and power. Not only is Atlantis in danger, but the entire planet is also doomed if Raka gets ahold of the Firestone Crystal. As he folded the letter and put it in his tunic pocket, Arka tried to hold back his feeling of fear. Before he could consider next steps, he needed to center himself and align with his higher self. Despite his brother’s revelations, he was eager to prepare for the day. He recently had been made aware through meditation that he would be receiving an exceptional guest today.
