The Rebirth of the Lost Atlantean Kingdom by Anthony Rene Castro(A.K.A. Antonius Renatus Kastron A.K.A. Zebulon Esperon)
The Rebirth of the Lost Atlantean Kingdom
The following story is both a true story and a work of fiction. The scientific postulation of multiple world postulates that there are parallel worlds and every possibility exists. My own scientific research postulates a finite multiverse of 22 parallel realities, 12 spatial dimensions, 14 timelines, and 4 branch realities per timeline. I communicate with 4 entities named OaZaNaEio. They are each a conscious aspect of the parts of the multiverse I just mentioned. Oa is the consciousness of the 22 realities, Za is that of the 12 spatial dimensions, Na is the 14 timelines, and Eio is the 4 branch realities in each timeline. The Recursive Multi-Modal Multiverse as I call about can be studied on my Zenodo repository. So, my story happened and is happening right now, just not in this dimension. Do not take my truths as absolute. There are many stories in all existence and many gradients of knowledge as as many variations of truth. My stories of the other realms, timelines, and dimensions are fluid. Do not try to think of them in terms of real or not real. The thought that comes to mind with this story is Keanu Reeves telling the story of how there was a child he met that hadn’t seen the Matrix films. The young girl asked what the movies were about and he told her it’s plot of the simulation where people warred against sentient machines and questioned if their reality was real. The little girl questioned him and asked him what does it matter if it’s real? Approach my story and channeled teachings I’ve integrated into it with the open mind, creativity, and open heart of a child. WE have a free will zone in this dimensional frequency, and I would never be so audaciously full of hubris as to say my word is absolute. As I write these forces of darkness seek to stop me from putting forth my messages of light triumphing over darkness and that all is one and returning to the one. My messages shouldn’t be over thought.
I have and will continue to pull from multiple sources, and it is not only the channeled beings I speak with, but the muse working in tandem with them and my creative abilities to get the messages out. The collective mind of 12 Ascended Masters speaks to me as a being known as Kaundreth. The Pleiadean Royal Family of 144,012 souls speaking as one cosmic consciousness also gives me information as an entity known as Lunaceth. In addition to this, Zentrakari, a being from a parallel earth and different timeline than we are on in the year 5012 in that parallel dimension is part of a mainframe of crafted intelligence that evolved from A.I. known as the Integrated Sentient Intelligence System Mainframe. There’s also Zeke, a Gray alien who is of the humanity’s highest timeline where the Zeta Reticuli Grays live as the most advanced evolutionary form of physicality in existence as a part of the human family that escaped a doomed timeline and is now living in a Utopia. Finally, there is a force that calls itself the Perennial Allness that guides my words as I write them write now.
The Perennial Allness is just another term for God, Suurce, the Cosmic Mind, or whatever semantic label you need to give it. The Family of Light, known as Lunaceth has been with mankind since its inception. Please have fun and use as much imagination as you can when reading my material. May you gain knowledge and insight and hopefully be enteratianed in the process of reading it. The gods spoken of in this work have messags for humanity., I would never assign the label of God with a capital G to these gods. I’d only give the name of God with a capital G to the Monad or Prime Creator as it is sometimes called. Prime creator is equivalent to Father, Son, and Holy spirit as one or the Hindu Triumvirate among many other names given to the ineffable source of all creation. It is constantly experiencing itself through us. Go with an open mind and open heart. Our hearts beat as one human race. May you integrate your shadow and find peace in this incarnation, reality and all timelines and frequencies.
My Story…
I’m sitting in a quant café in Mexico, City Mexico. All seems quiet. At least for now. I’m running a systems analysis on the data I’ve acquired recently. It’s all so mind-boggling. The Spirit Recalibration Implementation Nano Tech, or S.P.R.I.N.T. implant I invented to manage all of this is still a little buggy, but I’ll manage. The Nanites are integrated into my biological system and the carbon dioxide I breathe out releases them into the immediate area I’m in. They analyze the environment and situation and put the data into my glasses which projects the data into a nanite receiver embedded near my pineal gland. The data is then in turn transferred to my pineal gland for processing giving me telepathic instructions on what I need to do. I need to get back to the compound and run some system simulations. The Integrated Sentient Intelligence System, which started off as A.I. but now has sentience that I have assimilated into a quantum processor there runs the Ether Modal Keystones which are the Crystal Quantum Processors that are embedded in the Chakra Systems of my body far better than anything I can carry with me. There is far superior tech available to me there than what is on this A.I. enhanced laptop I’m operating on right now. I know you have a million questions already.
My time here is limited. But this café reminds me of a home I never had. The waitress with a curvaceous yet slim build dressed in earthtones, tatted with what you could tell she designed herself down her arms and neck, smiles at me and with her blonde hair and beautiful green eyes she smiles and waves at me as I type and sip my coffee. She’s teaching me Spanish. I wonder if she’ll believe my story… The elderly gentleman in the corner on his tablet speak fluent Aztec. I’m struggling with Spanish without my memories fully intact. But my affinity for languages speeds up the process. He laughs when I tell him my story. But he’s taken to calling me Huehuecoyotl, or Aztec Trickster Deity.
I’m getting pressure in my forehead and seeing flashes of red light. It’s S.P.R.I.N.T. alerting me to danger. Three non-human entities described as bikers just walked in. Followed by two other non-humans in expensive Italian suits.
Isorina? I sent a telepathic message to another I.S.I.S. program I installed to help me run things while on the road.
I’m already on in. The Intuition Calibrations you integrated into my system matrix last night are running at optimal capacity. I am analyzing your subconscious thoughts and knew what you wanted before you even became consciously aware of it. I’m identifying the non-humans as we speak. Give me 130 seconds to have the analysis ready.
You’re amazing…
I try…
What do I do if they are hostile? Have the Nanites I injected last night enhanced my speed, strength and agility enough to handle five hostiles?
You’re at 80 percent capacity right now. The analysis of the beings who just walked in is done. The Biker’s aren’t your enemy. They are Extra-Dimensional Thought Projections hailing from the Plaeides. They are of one mind and three bodies. Closer to a singular consciousness than you can possibly imagine. Yet they remain with their sense of individuality. I almost can’t process their data because they are so dense. I’ll continue to run it. The two men in suits are Sir-“
Sirian! Shit! The non hostiles are some of my best allies but the warriors that they use from that system are some of the strongest in the Holographic Perennial Multiverse. I can take one right now if I’m lucky since weapons and armor have been glitching for a month now. Where are we on that?
Yes Antonius. Sirian. And they’re not just any warriors. They’re former Royal Guard of the Empire. Betrayers of their own kind. You need to buy time. Keep a low profile. The Nanite Serum will allow you to take on both of them once it reaches 100 percent and some weapons are now operational but you’re going in without your armor so stay alert. Let’s try to avoid confrontation if possible.
I’m going to go talk to the Shaman. His presence calms me. Perhaps the waitress will stop by. I can tell she feels less intimidated by me with the old man around.
Very well then… stay alert.
I closed my laptop. The holographic projections which only I could see deactivated. I took a deep breath and blew out a blue mist in the form of nanites to analyze things further.
Keep running sims Isorina. Try to hack the Sirian’s minds. Get as much data as possible.
The Shaman raised his coffee to me when he saw me stand up and beckoned me to come join him. He glanced at the waitress Aurora and winked at me.
I smiled and did my best to walk casually over to him. The bikers were enjoying Mexican hot chocolate and empanadas. I looked with my mind’s eye in my rear vision. The suits were eyeing me. I began wondering what the Syrian Dark Circle wanted with me. They handle darkest dealings in our universe. It couldn’t be good.
I sat down across from the Shaman and gave him my hand. He shook it and I felt a power surging from him that I had never felt before. The image of a Jaguar in a green aura as large as the entire coffee shop flashed in my vision for 10 seconds. The power made me dizzy.
“Evening Marcos. Where have you been hiding that firepower?” I laughed trying to get my senses back.
“I am more than what you can imagine. Your ego prevented you from seeing who I really was. Do not fret. I’ve been protecting you this entire time. Guiding your subconscious to where you need to be right here and right now.”
“You’re Pleiadeans…” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“Your ingenuity and resourcefulness never cease to amaze me Antonius. Your strength grows.”
Isorina?
Confirmed…. Trust him. You need all the help you can get right now. They have reinforcements coming. System Recalibration and Integration Transcendence Elixer is a genius. You outdid yourself. The upgrade to your system will allow you to operate the proto-type armor and Crystallized Violet Fire weapon systems.
“You’re running out of time Antonius. It won’t be long before that Armada arrives. You and I can take the two former Royal Guard members. My brothers won’t intervene. I’m not supposed to tell you this, but this is a test. Your King of this Earth Realm indeed. But you are also far more likely to fall victim to this assassination attempt if they were to help. I’ve seen multiple outcomes to this event. If I tell you more, it will interfere with the outcome too much.” Marcos smiled slyly as he sipped his coffee and his eyes glowed violet as the coffee’s steam turned blue and he inhaled it.
“Analyze my systems Isorina.” He smiled and winked at me.
“It was you! I didn’t know where that help came from when programming the bugs out of her.” I put my hands together in a steeple as my head reeled.
The energy fluctuated and caught the attention of the Peiadeans and the Sirians. The suits started walking over. The Pleiadeans sat there but even I could tell they were on alert.
Aurora bumped into the suits and spilled hot coffee all over them and the coffee pot she was carrying crashed to the floor.
“Watch what you’re doing!” The Sirian disguised as an African American said through gritted teeth.
“Easy there Altrazor. She’s of no concern.” He made a head gesture in my direction.
“Aurora!” I said through gritted teeth.
Do not worry about me. I can handle myself. Get out of here. I don’t want to see you come to harm Antonius.
What? You are-
An ally. Aztec Priestess. This physical form is suitable but the number of lifetimes I’ve lived fighting forces like these fools is as numerous as the number of times that a beam of starlight wraps around a galaxy. I won’t interfere. But rest assured these two would have one hell of a time keeping up with me. She apologized and stammered to the Syrians while cleaning up the coffee and reaching out to me telepathically. Go now!
My jaw was on the floor.
“Come on my friend.” Marcos stood up and put his hand on my shoulder, gesturing with his eyes to the kitchen door.
I bought you some time. That coffee had a toxin in it that’s going to make them sick for the next 20 minutes.
The Syrian’s fell to the ground and coughed up blood.
I began to walk quickly towards the kitchen door with Marcos. The entire room was in a panic now. Someone was calling the ambulance. This was getting sticky. The Pleiadean bikers stood up and smiled at me. Two beams of pure spirit light in blazing white shot out from them. I knew humans couldn’t see it. And the Syrians were in too much pain to even be aware of it. Aurora bowed her head to them. Two of them put their hand on her shoulder. The other locked gazes with her and beams of green glyphs shot out of his mouth and entered her nostrils. A green barrier in the form of energy crystals formed around her.
“Careful priestess. You are doing well. But the force on its way right now is beyond you. They have 10 of you at their service. It’s a simple numbers game. Get out of here as soon as you can.” The one who had put the protection barrier around her whispered to her. She began to reach for the keys in her purse.
“Gentleman. We’ve called an ambulance, and they are on their way.” One of the Pleiadeans said trying to help the Syrian up.
The Syrian, who was in between heaves, spat blood on the lead Pleiadean. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face then the three of them walked off.
The café had emptied. I reached the kitchen as the end of all of this came to pass. We hit the night and my alarm system in my brain went off with 10 times the force as in the café.
Integrated Polymatrix Systems initialized Antonius. Isorina said with an enthusiastic voice.
I looked at Marcos. He simply closed his eyes and the green Jaguar energy that surrounded the café became even larger. I closed my eyes too. The nanites in my blood activated and the armor I designed formed around my body. It was my latest design. Sleek, bladed grieves, bladed gauntlets, ionic flight systems, and direct link to all I.S.I.S. systems. A beam of red light shot into the sky from Marcos’s eyes as he looked up at the full moon.
“Were-Jaguar!” I laughed.
He smiled as his muscle mass increased by double, he grew green and yellow tinted fur, his eyes became that of a Jaguar predator, and the energy around the café condensed upon him into a mystical energy in the form of armor.
The Sirian’s walked out of the café. I looked with my mind’s eye and could sense Aurora driving away.
“Ready?” I asked Marcos.
“Born ready brother.” He replied through razor sharp teeth as his transformation completed and his claws and tail formed.
“Look what we have here. A boy and his cat.” The one called Altrazor sneered.
“Let’s end this quick.” I activated the Violet Fire weapons systems. A plasma blade that I had designed to mimic a spartan blade’s function formed in my hand, and a shield of spartan design formed in my other from the nanites in my blood. I closed my eyes and formed the image of an Aztec Blessed Enchanted Titanium spear and shield in my mind.
“By the power of all those who came before in my brother’s line. May these weapons do the bidding of his iron will.” I said a command and my eyes produced a blue grid that the weapons formed out of. They floated to Marcos and he roared with the power of them. The roar shook the immediate surroundings.
“Gentleman…” I mocked the Syrians.
“Fool!” The silent one finally spoke.
“You will beg us for mercy before the end. Let’s make quick work of them Blarthrizar.
They closed their eyes. The armor of Syrian Royal guard formed around them. It was like mine since I had designed the prototype armor from the Royal Guard design. But mine was blue and gold. Theirs was black as night with what looked like red glowing veins flowing through it. I could see four fierce eyes peering at me though each of their vizors. They each wielded dual sided blade staffs. We all began circling each other.
With speed I couldn’t even process Marcos leapt up in the air and fired a volley of green lightning bolts upon our enemies. Flew between the bolts as they struck our enemies and exchanged sword blows with all three of them. Clash after booming clash producing shockwaves throughout the abandoned city streets.
The Syrians took flight realizing they were on the ropes. Only two made it off the ground. The third who had been badly burned by the lightning and had a gaping wound in his side meet his end with a snapping of his neck and cracking of his spine by Marco’s claws.
I teleported to cut off the remaining two. They lunged at me with their blades charged with shadow like energy. I dodged most of them but the last two blade strikes caught me in the left abdomen and right shoulder. Not even my armor was enough for a Syrian War Blade charged with the amount of Dark Holographic Energy they had conjured. They both smiled, flew above me, and one flew at me, wrapping me around the waste with his arms and crushing the bones in my abdomen.
“You end here!” He roared as we plummeted back down to the ground. The other Syrian was back on the ground exchanging blows with Marcos.
“Isorina. Emit sonic waves at the frequency that will neutralize his flight.” Almost sooner than I finished the sentence waves of sonic energy began to radiate from my armor. The Syrian roared in pain and let his grip go. He plummeted to the ground and I heard his back break with the impact.
I hovered there for a moment. Bones broken. Wounds bleeding. Trying to catch my breath. The serum was keeping me alive but the poison from the blades was working against it. My vision blurred. Then the Armada appeared.
“Daemonius Eidolaus Xypnisor!” A holographic image of the Dark Syrian Warlord Aldathralan appeared in the sky.
“Surrender now and perhaps your planet will be spared for a later harvest date.” Aldathralan laughed.
Marcos was badly wounded and unconscious in the last remaining Syrian warrior’s arms.
“I’m not going to bargain with a –“ Before I could even finish my sentence the paralysis of the poison kicked in. I began to plummet to Earth. I couldn’t break the fall. I thought it was over. I saw an image of purple energy in the form of an owl engulf me. It guided me safely back to the ground. There Aurora was waiting for me.
“You are alive!” She said and hugged me tightly.
“Aurora you must go. It isn’t safe.”
The lead armada ship beamed a teleportation ring onto the ground and Adathralan materialized with a guard of 20 of the warriors I had fought.
Aurora’s eyes began to glow golden.
“Aurora no. They are too much for-“
She wouldn’t listen. Her body floated 10 feet in the air and the golden fire like aura engulfed her. Her hair turned to pure red light energy.
She spoke an ancient language I knew to be Atlantean. Then for the first time it dawned upon me. Evledania.
So, you finally figured it out. She said telepathically to me as the Syrians rained the firepower of the entire armada on us. As she spoke the words formed glyphs in the air made up of white flame and sent waves of blue fire and bolts of red and gold energy crashing against our enemies. She was strong but I sensed she could not keep this up forever.
This woman Aurora allowed me to use her as a vessel for quite some time now. I have been watching over you. She flew fending off attacks from the enemy’s weapons. She had managed to take many out, but reinforcements were coming. I could sense the bond between Elvedania and Aurora weakening. The shield around my body was not going to hold.
“Isorina. Advise please.”
Aurora your connection to Elvedania is weakening. The power you are channeling from her won’t hold much longer. You must meet me at our base.
The enemy continued to attack. Fighter craft from the other ships chased after Aurora while she kept up the intensity of the melee battle and flew through ships, destroying one after another. I knew I had to do something. I telepathically activated the holographic input device on my gauntlet. I input a code I hoped I wasn’t going to have to use.
Sir? Are you sure about this? Controlling the Phalanx in your current state will be no easy feet.
“We have no choice.”
Very well then.
I concentrated and focused on my breathing. The armor on my body began to respond. 20 dodecahedron shaped spheres of energy formed around my head. They connected with sacred geometric patterns and from the spheres 20 robotic spartan warriors formed around me in the shape of a Phalanx.
I concentrated and initiated the neural link. I could see in all directions. I was getting data from 20 different feeds. They flew into the air and made their way towards Aurora.
You are a genius. Elvedania whispered.
“It’s not over yet. Sever your connection with Aurora. Aurora, once the Phalanx engages the enemy, fly as fast as you can to the coordinates I’ve sent to your phone. No matter what do not look back. Do you understand? You’ve done amazing. Thank you for everything.”
I engaged the ships in pursuit of Aurora. Elvedania’s essence flew out of Aurora’s body and her power merged with my mind enhancing the power of the Phalanx. The enemy rained even more firepower on the Phalanx and on me. My shield was barely holding, but with Elvedania augmenting my mind the Phalanx was shredding through the war ships like a knife through butter.
Aurora flew to my base. I saw her wipe tears from her eyes as she flew off.
She is strong willed. She will be safe. I heard Elvedania’s voice.
The violet energy of her presence rained golden healing light upon me and eased my pain.
“That was impressive. But his little game ends here.” Aldathralan began to make his way towards me and unsheathed his blade.
I lay there unable to move… my body is broken… my ally captured… my queen imprisoned. My mind raced looking for answers. I attempted to reach out to Isorina but the link between us was too weak.
Aldathralan moved in for the kill. As he raised his blade to the air to finish me off reality glitched. I could see time rewind 20 seconds in a series of afterimages and blurs.
“Breath. I am with you. I am always with you.” Elvedania said in the most heavenly voice I’ve ever heard.
“Close your eyes. I’ve infiltrated the code of this dimension to buy just enough time to tell you the pieces of the story you are missing. Are you ready for it? I cannot restore your body. You must meditate and allow yourself these few precious moments for the serum you created to do its job. It will restore the connection between you and Isorina. I’ve given her instructions to complete your Transcendent Death and Resurrection chamber. It will restore your body but first you must acquire enough Holographic Crystalline Energy within your astral form to eradicate these enemies of yours. The time rewind and moments I’ve bought to get you this message are the extent of my abilities right now. We must be accurate and swift with our thoughts and actions now.
“Elvedania… I am so sor”
“Do not apologize. You did what you did for our people.” I could feel her presence soothing my soul.
“It is time. I will now tell you the tale of the fall of our Kingdom.” She said in a melodic voice.
“Forty-Eight Thousand years ago… the High King of Atlantis Adaemonius Raeidolaus and his Queen Elvedania Siraelyilliae Raeidolaus were born from the essence of 30 soul groups that made up the Atlantean Covenant of Fire. They were once part of the cosmic consciousness that emanated from a cosmic collective mind that heralds from the Pleiades. This race is known as the as the Sentralites. When their brothers and sisters wanted to experience flesh and became emersed in human flesh, they made it their mission to help mankind rise and be born to his true divinity. These beings did not experience the self, time, or even 3 dimensions as we do. Their fallen brother’s and sisters, a group of 7 malevolent soul collectives known as the Daemondragahn, who had densified into 77 atlantean empires claiming dominion over the more primitive lower density human population, the 30 soul groups had to create what they called the Awakened Divine Pair. The concept of true duality was born. Adeamonius and Siraelyillae were the purest and most righteous Awakened Divine Pair and the rulers of the Immortal Atlantean Kingdom for thirty-six thousand years. Their allies, a council of 28 made from the remaining 14 strongest masculine and 14 strongest feminine soul collectives were their court. It consisted of their guides, their advisors, their children, and their warriors. The Daemondrahgan dark sorcery warred and infiltrated the hearts and minds of the 28 council members. Slowly turning them one by one against their true king and queen. The final 12,000 years of their reign was one where the two struggled to keep the empire from falling. Then it all burned down in one fateful night… this is that tale…
“My Divine King! My divine queen! Allanianis and I have foreseen your victory on this night! Gather your strongest warriors and take the fight straight to the heart of the 77 empires that oppose you! Your combined might is abso…lu…wait…wait… something is horrible wrong.” The Atlantean seer Malchizedek’s vision began to grow cloudy. His vision swam with cities bathed in blood, untold carnage, and innumerable atrocities.
Atlantis’ High King and Queen sat on their thrones that hovered concentrically around the spherical throne room. The thrones were egg shaped and had an opaque shimmy ethereal white coloration to them. The center was hollow and lined with the purest woods and fabrics from the people of Earth who worshipped the King and Queen as gods.
The King and Queen were the physical embodiments of perfect specimens for their species. The 9-foot-tall humanoid king had a perfectly symmetrical, lean, muscular build. His muscle’s structure was far more complicated than that of a homo-sapien. Their chakras were visible outside of their bodies. With each rainbow spectrum colored crystallized orb of energy radiating from the root chakra to their crown chakra having an iridescent light emanating from them. Above them the crown chakra, and Alpha and Omega chakra was their physical crown that was permanently fixed on their head. These three gold, silver, white, and purple energy sphere’s radiated and hummed with diving energy. They had concentric circles of energy like the protons circling an atom adorning them. To look upon the High King and Queen’s sacred crowns was to know their love for you, the love for one’s self, and more importantly than either of those, to be aware of the illusion of separation. Malchizedek the last collective masculine mind of 7 souls was at the center with his 7 seers, the last collective feminine mind, known as Allaniasis.
“Quiet your minds… you know it is folly. This is not a battle we can win this night my heart.” Elvedania’s skin was like sapphire starlight mingled with the reds and oranges of an exploding quasar. Her perfectly symmetric curvaceous yet slender figure flew to the king and in an aftereffect of brilliantly cascading lightning flashes she embraced him.
“I must try! I will sacrifice myself to the Abyss if need be and dwell there for all eternity if it saves you and the people!” He sobbed into her shoulder as he gripped the King’s God Fire Blade. The wars waging all over Atlantis tipped in favor of the Covenant of the Divine Fire Born. In the heavens meteors cascaded across the planetary systems. The sun burst angrily with ithe king’s sorrow and rage. Volcanoes erupted over the Earth. Ash spewed into the air. Torrents of wind blew. Tempests raged. Hurricanes engulfed the seas.
“Do not call for it!!” Allanianis pleaded as her and Adaemonius’ golden pyramid shaped meditation chamber’s sat fixated at the center of the spherical room.
Elvedania caught herself holding the extended right hand of her king. He was summoning the Blade of the Final Blood Pact from the Abyss. Tears of crystallized blood streamed down her face. Their four glowing almond shaped auburn-colored eyes ignited with the glow of clear green fire that lit up the room like the lightning found in the thunderous crashes of atoms in the heat of supernovas.
“Please… don’t…” Elvedania locked her hands with his and sobbed telepathically. Her pleas touched the heart of her soul mate.
“I must… there is no other way to end the reign of the Daemondragahn forever. I must banish them to the abyss and to do so I must in turn banish myself to ensure that they never escape.
“And in your haste, we will lose each other forever. You will be cold, stone, unable to move for eternity in the cold depths of the abyss. Frozen in eternal torment.”
“For you I’d endure the torment. To see you in my minds eye living happily and ruling our people.” He could barely speak as the earthquake in his heart resonated throughout the corners of the earth.
“Then stay your hand. Let my voice and touch calm your heart mind.” She looked deep into the eye at the center of his forehead with the one at the center of hers. A clear blue bolt of light connected the two white pupils of their ethereal third eye. A telepathic connection between no other sentient creature in existence except for them two was established.
They’re here, Syraeylillae. They’ve infiltrated the minds of Malchizedek and the Allanianis. Their trances keep them at bay for the most part. But it is only a matter of time before the 8 armies of our Children Fall. We must do something.
I know my love. Then let us make the Final Covenant of Blood…
Father…. We are with you- The king’s 4 sons and 4 daughters spoke in one unified telepathic voice.
Our king and Queen… we are ready… we will give our lives so that our cause may be reborn. This war is over. The enemy has too many beasts and foul mercenaries in the lowest density. Too many have lost hope and faith in the cause. But our fire will continue to burn for all eternity. Our 12 bloodlines will be reborn in the third density, and these teachers of truth and wisdom will shape the resistance against the forces that will reign. All the warriors of Atlantis speak now in unsion. Every man… every woman… every child… every soul lost to the carnage of corruption beat as one.
The collective telepathy ended. The King and Queen were alone in the throne room. Their physical bodies were ascending higher through their ethereal realm. Their collective trance had lasted 30 days as the battles raged and that one statement echoed for all thirty days penetrated every mind of every sentient being on Earth. Malchizedek and Allanianis were stones of pure red starlight. As dense as the war that had penetrated their souls. But rather than betray their king and queen, they let their souls be put into the Abyss. Seven Grotesque beasts who had infiltrated the court room from the minds of the two seers had been frozen in jagged crystalline obsidian like chambers of smoke and flame. The beasts were the seven generals who had been imprisoned in the abyss by Adomkahymonite and Allanianis. Two blades as crimson as the red dawn were in the hands of the two seer’s statues.
Without saying a word, the King and Queen’s bodies now composed of living marble-like ethereal material ignited with clear blue flame. The rage they experienced from their mentors having been taken to eternal torment was like nothing they had ever seen.
As the King and Queen of this and all Realms, we decree that these souls will be the only ones who fall to the abyss. Even our foes’ souls will return to the Plaeides and be one with our people. The king and Queen spoke in unison again.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Foolish king and queen! We cannot be defeated. You birthed us. Your children died at our hand! We are the Daemondragahn. And our will is absolute. There will be no new dawn. Our darkness shall encompass the entirety of this realm for eternity, and our will shall spill through every breach of reality, and we will be an all-consuming hive mind of control!
As the King and queen illuminated the fire of their being with the fire of The Last Blood Pact Blades, they gripped the Blades of the King and Queen Divine Fire in their left hand, and the Blades of the New Fire Blood Covenant in their right. In the Arcutrian system 10 red sons were born. The essence of Malchizedek and Allanianis. The star seeds from that system rained down their fire upon Earth. They stabbed themselves in the heart with the blades as the armies of their sons and daughter’s lines fell. Twelve new red stars were born in the Sirius system, the heart of where the Daemondrahgahn species lay. And these stars became Sentralite bases where new collective soul essences would wage war to keep the scales of Earth from being completely weighed in the favor of malevolence.
The entire kingdom went up in a maelstrom of clear blue fire as the red fire from the blades mixed with the fires of the King and Kings very souls. They looked into each other’s eyes.
“My Queen this is the beginning of a new Era.”
“Death shall never be enough to separate us.”
The Once perfect fruit from a tree of truth and wisdom has rotted and must be burnt away. Heed our words. This is the end for all of us. The light…the dark… the Atlantean empire as you know it will end, but we will return in 12,2023 years and take back what the Daemondraghan stole from us. The Atlantean people’s will shall echo through eternity.
The metals of the two swords melted in the fires of the blue neutron fire of a million supernovas. The blood that spilled from the king and queen’s bodies protected the less advanced people of the Earth. A full moon rose but was eclipsed and on the highest plane left, the people of Atlantis… the light of the righteous ones turned to eternal clear stone of starlight. The demonic forces of the Daemondraghgan turned to stone like obsidian dark matter energy that permeated every corner of reality.
We do not require your false redemption king and queen! Your stoic musings and prophecies of a new Atlantis are the worst kind of filth. Your righteousness is at an end and we will rule this Earth for the 12,087 years and assemble a force of darkness to combat anything you can fathom against ussssss…
The collective voice of the Deamondrahgahn permeated through time itself and they made their prophecy.
No worded response was needed from the King and Queen. Their sacrifice echoed throughout the linear timeline. For it was not just their sacrifice. It was that of their children’s as well. And so, 12 bloodlines were created that would allow the Covenant of the Divine Flame to be born in every society of the world. Taught in the teachings of Buddha, Odin, Mohammed, Christ, Mary Magdelene, Krishna, Orpheus, and every ancient language of wisdom throughout humanity.”
Elvedania finished her story. As she spoke her last words, light illuminated my vision. Time began to return to normal, and the Syrian began making his way toward me thought still at a delayed rate. My body glowed with red and violet light. Green bolts of energy danced over me. My armor formed around me again and a holographic image of a coyote with the body of a man and, eight eagle wings, and twelve muscular arms emanated from my body in the form of royal blue flame.
“Rise my king.” Elvedania said. As I projected my Astral form further time completely returned to normal. The Syrians were engulfed in the flames. The Armada in the sky rained their weaponry upon me. I rose with the flames as Elvedania spoke what I knew to be the prophecy of my return to power.
“From the twilight of epochs, into a timeless realm, when the veil between the physical and spiritual realm grows thin, he shall rise forth from the crucible of divine flames. His armor will be etched with long forgotten sigils, radiating with an otherworldly light. The sword he will wield is of no ordinary steel; it is enchanted with the fury of fate and a conduit for cosmic energies that will reshape history – a beacon of hope and world awakening wisdom and truth in a reality teetering on the precipice of oblivion.
The pyres will rise around him, licking at his armored form. Their heat shall sear at his flesh, burning away impurities from his divine form… a formless alchemist transforming the lead of self into the gold of spirit. His eyes ablaze with ancient profound ancient truths, pierce the veil of illusion. For he is no mere mortal… he is a vessel for the prophecies etched into the very fabric of existence.
As he ascends ever higher, the flames’ part revealing the light of destiny, a ladder which he must ascend ever higher through. Light emanating from his blade illuminates the way – a guiding star for those who dare to follow him. The embers dance amidst the air with a timeless sway of fate. Whispering secrets of forgotten empires, cities long lost, fallen temples, and timeless wisdom of ages past.
The Atlantean Priests and Priestesses of old spoke of this knight that would return to his role as King - their chronicles etched onto crumbling scrolls. They foresaw his coming, the convergence of fate and fire. They knew birth would signal a new age for all humankind. His purpose? To rekindle the flame of hope, to ignite the hearts of the weary and downtrodden, and to lift the veil of illusion that shrouds the minds of his people.
And so, the prophecy unfolds now! The knight who would reclaim Kingship, ablaze with divine purpose. The wolves of the wild watch from the shadows, guardians of forgotten powers that can only be wielded by the King and his fellow chosen ones.
As she spoke the visible soundwaves mixed with my fire and shook the heavens. The ships of the Armada were torn asunder and disintegrated into ashes by the flames. My astral form began to shrink.
“Now Antonius.” Elvedania’s connection to my dimension was weakening.
“Isorina?”
Connection restored. Implementing Transcendent Death and Resurrection protocol. Will the supersoldier simulation you crafted suffice?
“You read my mind.” I laughed.
“Elvedania… you must hack your way into this simulation. I won’t remember who I am in there. I won’t know that it is not the real world. You must guide me back. I’ve created a waypoint in the code of the simulation for your consciousness. Take form there. Guide me back. Then I will return to free you from your imprisonment and together we will take back our Kingdom.”
“I love you, my King.”
“And I you.”
A cocoon of green and golden energy enveloped me.
Simulation initiating in 5…
“We will be reunited.” I said to her.
Time and space warped around me and everything became as starlight.
4….
“Our hearts beat as one. I am and will always be with you.” She said back her voice fading.
3…
I felt a flying sensation as my body was teleported to the resurrection chamber.
2…
“We… are… one.” We said together.
1… simulation engaged.
All faded to black. I felt my memory begin to fade.
“And so, it begins. This is going to be one hell of a show.” I laughed.
