MEDITATION AND SONG PLAYERS
Physical Body Door
Dreams and Aspirations Door
Spiritual Guidance Door
Book Two of
Visions from Venus
Suzan Caroll PhD
(In this section of
Book II,Shature, the main character, is studying on the fifth
dimension and acting as the Higher Self to her different third
dimensional lives. Shature does this by entering into a dome, which
allows her to interface with the physical world.)
"Shature, I have felt your approach.
Are you ready to resume your studies?" spoke the Guide as Shature
entered the Temple.
"Yes, my Guide, I
am. I feel different somehow. I feel like I am on the edge of a great
transition. I have merged with my Divine Complement and we have realized
some patterns that we must release. I know that I must heal my fear of
abandonment. This fear creates a vicious cycle. First, I fear that I
will be abandoned. Then, because I am afraid, I cannot trust others.
Then, because I cannot trust others, I am angry. Then, because I am
angry, I push others away. Then, because I push others away, they leave
me. The, because others have left me, I am afraid that I will be
one. I can see that you now understand the pattern that you have
created. I have telepathically received your desire to view the lives in
which you danced this cycle of abandonment. Your desire will activate
different third dimensional realities and program them into the dome.
The dome will then present a holographic display of one time period at a
time. Remember, you are actually entering that time frame and any
interaction that you have with its occupants is real and will most
assuredly alter their reality..."
This time, Shature found herself experiencing the story as a participant
rather than as an observer. She was not too happy about this since she
knew that something happened in this life that pulled her into her
darkness. She began to feel a panic arise from deep within her and she
knew that she would have to calm herself in order to remain detached.
Yes, something very bad had happened. She could feel the evil overtake
her like a million spiders crawling on her flesh.
"You are feeling the
evil around you," spoke the Guide in response to Stature’s thoughts.
"You are now in a life in ancient Egypt and you are a Priestess of the
Temple of Set. The Temple of Set brought the teachings of the Dark Robes
to Egypt at the fall of Atlantis. The name Set means 'cutter' or
'isolator'. Set's followers seek initiation through self-deification and
call upon the forces of isolation and limitation to free them selves
from what they believe is the 'delusion of unity'.
They desire the
experience of the greatest individuality without any responsibility to
others and without the consequence of their action. They believe that
the end is more important than the means. They achieve the fulfillment
of their desires through the use of Black Magic, which is the
interaction with the disharmonious energies of the physical and the
lower Astral Plane.
"Do you remember how
you feared and avoided the Dark Robes on Atlantis? Your Soul could not
understand their Black Magic. Your unresolved fear drew you into this
life so that you could learn why one would choose to follow the darkness
rather than the light."
Shature as if she were trying not to disturb the forces of darkness that
clung to her. "I can feel that I am totally selfish in this life.
Nothing is more important than my own self-advancement. Anyone who might
assist me in that purpose is disposable once I am finished with them. I
can feel that I am ruthless, cold, and completely without love. How will
my fifth dimensional consciousness ever assist one who has no ability to
"I am here with you,
" said the voice of the Guide. "I know that is difficult for you to
experience this life as a participant. However, your lessons are
advancing and you are ready for greater and greater challenges. Keep
talking to me with your mind. It will help you to maintain a link to
your consciousness as Shature."
Shature was glad to
obey the Guide's request. Perhaps if she could talk about what she was
experiencing, it would help calm her fear.
"I am a woman of
about thirty years," she began. "I sense that my name is Nubnoset which
means, 'servant of Set'. I am standing in front of a man with a high hat
and dark robe. He has a long black mustache that extends past his chin
and outlines a mouth that is firm and strong. His eyes are riveting. I
cannot lower my gaze to encompass his body. All I can see is his stern,
dark face and a huge hat decorated with rubies and emeralds."
"Who is this man?"
asked the Guide to keep Shature aware of her higher consciousness.
"I can sense that he
is a High Priest of the Temple of Set. He is my lover...No... he is my
father. NO...he is both! It is acceptable in this culture for a man to
take his daughter to bed. We have been lovers for many years and we have
a daughter named Nephrite who is thirteen years of age. My father
doesn't want me anymore. I am too old, or rather, our daughter is 'old
"I am begging with
him not to embarrass me. How can he cast me aside? I am telling him that
since I was a young girl I have served him and his evil God, that I have
done unspeakable things to myself and to others because he asked me
"'HA," he laughs at
me. "You chose to serve 'my' God and were happy to do so as long as you
felt the power.'"
"His words cut me
like a knife. How can that be true? How could I have actually enjoyed a
life so filled with selfish and depraved deeds? I look into the heart of
Nubnoset and shudder to realize that he has spoken the truth. I have
used others to achieve my own ends and pushed them aside when I was
satiated. I have ruined my life for a man who has never cared for me. I
am not even sad that I may lose him. For the first time since my
initiation into the Priesthood of Set, I am afraid. I am afraid that I
will suffer what I have done to others.
"I fall to the
ground in a plea for mercy. I hold onto his ankles and tell him all that
I will do for him if he will just not cast me aside. He laughs again and
kicks me away. I kneel on the ground at his feet and cover my face with
my hands as I sob hysterically.
"'Will you die for
me?' he asks as he kneels down and lays his dagger on the floor beside
me. He pulls my hands from my face and smiles his sinister smile as he
looks into my tear-filled eyes.
"For a moment, time
stands still. I am looking into his face as he smiles at me, almost
lovingly. But he loves only himself. This is what he wants me to DO for
him. He wants me to kill myself for him, just like I have killed
others-for him. My father, the evil Priest, picks up the dagger and
offers it to me. I know the dagger. He uses it for sacrifices to Set.
"I stare into the
glisten of its sharp, curved blade for what seems like eternity. All the
times that I used that dagger on others flashes before my eyes. Yes, of
course, in the end I will use it on myself. I am to be his sacrifice
now. I take the dagger and he chuckles as he stands and walks across the
room where he will watch me die-for him.
"I place the point
of the blade just below my sternum. I know how to make the kill quick
and clean. I learned it from him."
Then, all went
black for a moment as Shature fought to remember who she was. She was
not Nubnoset, but Nubnoset was a portion of her. However, there was also
a life on Venus, her Guide, and Lamire. Yes, she must think of her life
upon fifth dimensional Venus in order to rescue herself from the depths
of Nubnoset's Hell.
Shature took a
slow, deep breath and realized that she had detached from Nubnoset who
was lying at her feet. She looked around and, with a cold chill, she
realized that she and the etheric form of Nubnoset were in the lower
Astral Plane. Shature remembered how she had feared this plane while she
was in Atlantis and Faerie.
looked was a blood red darkness that was almost black. She heard wails
and cries in the distance, but all she could see through the heavy and
sticky blackness was herself and Nubnoset. Nubnoset gradually aroused
and slowly sat up. Although Shature was touching her, Nubnoset was aware
only of herself and the hatred that she held inside of her for the man
whom she blamed for causing her death. She must seek revenge. Shature
tried to communicate with Nubnoset, but was instead swept back into her
mind. Stature’s Guide called to her.
"Speak to me
Shature and tell me of your experience."
From her place in
the lower Astral Plane, Nubnoset, with Shature locked in her
consciousness, could observe the physical plane where she had just
"He thinks that he
can discard me like a slave." Shature heard the thoughts of Nubnoset-her
thoughts as Nubnoset. "I will not have it. He will be sorry for what he
has done to me. I will use my physic powers to influence someone to
poison him. Xaria, his servant, is beginning to hate him for what he has
done to her. I know that I can influence her to put the poison in his
Shature tried to be
the observer and connect with the mind of Nubnoset, but it was
impossible. It was only with feelings of compassion or love that
Nubnoset could recognize Stature’s call and Nubnoset had neither.
Shature was trying to understand how her Soul could have chosen such a
life. What could she have learned? She died just as cruelly as she had
lived. As she sank back into Nubnoset's consciousness Shature heard the
voice of her Guide reminding her to continue speaking to him.
"I have done it,"
spoke Nubnoset as she observed the physical plane. The consciousness of
Shature was trapped within Nubnoset's bitter thoughts and words. "Xaria
hates the High Priest very much. I have spoken to her in her sleep and
used my psychic influence, plus a little Black Magic, to give her the
idea of putting poison into his goblet. There he is! He is going to
drink from the cup.
"But wait. He is
pausing. Could he suspect? He always knew when someone was against him.
Could he know that it is I? He is looking at me as if he can see my
ghost! He is smiling as he sets down the goblet and leaves the room. I
hear him in the other room talking to our daughter. He is telling her
that she is so special that he will allow her to drink from his cup.
"He knows! He knows
what I have planned. He can see me even though I am dead and he is
sending our daughter to her death just to spite me.
"I watch in horror
as Nephrite enters the room and walks toward the poisoned drink. What
can I do? Who can I call to help me? My daughter cannot see me. Since my
death I have come to her many times in her sleep and have tried to tell
her about the High Priest, but she will not hear. She loves him like I
did when I was young, before the evil overtook my heart and robbed me of
the ability to love. She is as foolish as I was and will meet the same
"I must call
someone. I cannot call on the forces of Set as they are the cause of
this. I must call on the other side. I must call upon the Light. But,
could the light hear my voice? I have turned to the darkness and become
as wicked as my father. I have totally given my Soul over to the forces
of darkness in the name of--what? It certainly was not Love.
herself from the trap of Nubnoset's consciousness and saw a small ray of
light enter the darkness of their Hell. This was her chance. Nubnoset
did love someone. She loved her daughter and was trying to turn towards
the light to save her. Maybe now Shature could maintain an
observer-consciousness long enough to serve as Nubnoset's guide. Shature
pulled the Violet Fire around her and tried to remember her childhood as
Had she ever
believed in Spirit? She then remembered Nubnoset as a young woman
sitting upon her mother's deathbed. Nubnoset's mother had believed in
the Violet Fire and had given her a cartouche with the name of Archangel
Zadkiel engraved upon it in hieroglyphics. Her mother had told her that
the Archangel Zadkiel was the guardian of the Violet Fire and she should
call upon him for protection. Shature whispered to Nubnoset to remember
name Zadkiel came into Nubnoset's mind and she seemed to awaken to her
bleak environment for the first time.
"Where am I?" she
asked Shature whom she could now see.
"You are dead;
Nubnoset and you are in the lower Astral Plane. Some have called this
"Yes, I have come
here at my death because of the corrupt life that I have lived."
Shature "because you have wished ill upon the living. But, you have
remembered love, love of your daughter, and have called upon the forces
of Light to assist you in saving her. I am Shature and I am here to
answer your call. Do you remember Archangel Zadkiel?"
The Order of Zadkiel, and the Temple of the Violet Fire. I had a small
cartouche that my mother had given me at her death. She told me that it
had been passed down from mother to child since the time of Atlantis. I
was to hold it and to call to the images with my mind when I was afraid.
But, I knew my father wouldn't approve. I loved him more than my mother
so I put the cartouche away in my drawer and soon forgot it. Do you
think that I could call to it now after serving the darkness for most of
"It is never too
late to remember the light," comforted Shature.
"But I no longer
have a voice. I no longer have a body. And I fear that I no longer have
a Soul. I gave them all away because I wanted my father to love me. Do I
care now for his love? He has forsaken me even after my death. Now I
must save my daughter or she shall meet the same fate. All I care for is
the life of my child. I must call upon the Violet Fire. But how?"
"Do you remember
how your mother called the Violet Fire? She tried to teach you."
"But, I wouldn't
listen," continued Nubnoset. "It was something about consecration of
every portion of yourself. But, I cannot remember now and I must hurry
to save my daughter."
Shature spoke gently. "There is no hurry because you are no longer bound
by Earth time."
Nubnoset in a moment of sadness. "I am dead. I have wasted my life by
giving it to another. I will not allow my daughter to waste hers. I
"Then say the
words of consecration with me. I will help you," spoke Shature.
Zadkiel, I call upon you to consecrate me in the Forces of Light."
the words and then her dark eyes registered light.
"I remember, I remember the dedication. I will say it with you."
Together, they finished the decree.
consecrate the energies of my lifestream as it flows from the heart of
"I consecrate my physical body, my emotional body, my mental body, and
my etheric body to the service of the Violet Fire!
"I consecrate my eyes to see only the Light.
"I consecrate my ears to hear only the sound of the One and the still
small voice of the Presence!
"I consecrate my mouth to speak only with the tongues of Angels!
"I consecrate my mind that it may receive the clear and direct
consciousness of the Higher Self.
"I consecrate my hands that they may heal and my feet that they may walk
upon the Path of Light.
"Take this form, every cell and atom, and consecrate it to the service
of the Light.
"Blaze, Blaze, Blaze
the Violet Fire!
Transmuting ALL shadow into
LIGHT, LIGHT, LIGHT!"
All was still.
They watched the
physical plane below where Nephrite paused as if she had heard the
decree. Then, the room began to shake and the table holding the goblet
tipped and the goblet fell to the floor, spilling the contents.
The Light had
Nephrite was dabbing up the poisoned wine with the hem of her gown and
touching it to her lips.
"NO! NO! NO!"
called Nubnoset. "Archangel Zadkiel, you must stop her!"
"She will not
die," resonated the powerful and melodious voice of Zadkiel.
A ray of Violet
Light streaked through the darkness as Zadkiel spoke. But when the light
faded the blackness returned and Shature was again pulled inside the
consciousness of Nubnoset. The distant voice of her Guide was the only
thread of light that connected Shature to her fifth dimensional self.
"Speak to me," he
called to her.
"I am still in
the lower Astral Plane," spoke Shature from deep within the
consciousness of Nubnoset. "It has been three Earth days since my
daughter touched the poisoned liquid to her lips. I fear that she will
die after all. No, she has died! Here she is. She can see me now."
"'No, Mother, I
am not yet dead, but I linger so close to death that I can now see your
form. I must know. How did I get so ill? Is it from the wine? Were you
trying to kill me, as Father has said?"
"No, my daughter,
I tried to poison him, but his will was too strong. Why would I poison
you with his goblet? Somehow he knew my plan and sent you to drink from
his cup to punish me. I do not condone what I have done. I wanted to
murder him because I could not face my own darkness. I had to blame my
evil choices on him. But all of my actions were my own. Please, dear
daughter, do not make the same mistakes that I have.
"I called upon
the forces of the Light to assist you when you went to drink of the
goblet. That is why the room shook and the goblet fell to the ground.
Archangel Zadkiel has told me that you will not die. I must believe his
words. The faith that I could not have for myself I vow to have for you.
"Dear Nephrite, I
beg you. Do not allow him to corrupt you. My mother tried to warn me
just as I am warning you, but I would not listen to her. When you
awaken, and I know you will, go to the top drawer of my red dresser.
Inside there is a small cartouche that my mother gave to me. Wear it my
dear and it will protect you."
The image of her
daughter began to fade because her body was calling her back. Nephrite
would not die.
"You will have
the strength, my daughter, that I did not," Nubnoset called to
Nephrite's fading form. "You will be able to say no to him. I was
The last vision of Nephrite was gone and Nubnoset was left alone in the
lower Astral Plane. Even her connection to Shature was forgotten.
Shature had gone so deeply into Nubnoset's consciousness to assist her
with saving Nephrite that Shature had become lost in the caverns of
Nubnoset's tortured mind. Nubnoset heard a voice calling from deep
within her unconscious, "Shature, Shature!" but she did not recognize
the voice or the name. The darkness of her environment had separated her
from Shature and from Shature's Guide. Nubnoset was alone. She was
abandoned to the darkness in her death just as she had been in her life.
Abandonment, yes that is what her father had threatened over and over
again to coerce her into doing his will. Now, finally, she had stood up
to him-from the other side of the grave.
A memory came to her
of how her father had locked her in a small, dark room until she had
agreed to do anything just so that he would release her. The total
darkness of the small, foul-smelling room had always terrified her.
Every time she was locked inside the room she tried to confront her fear
and to relax into the darkness, but it reminded her of the wicked things
that were done to her and that she had done to others. She realized now
that it was not just the fear that had made her beg him to release her,
it was the guilt and shame as well.
Now, once again,
Nubnoset was in darkness. Her greatest fears in life had become her
reality in death. Was this to be her punishment for the evil life that
she had lived? Was she to exist eternally alone in the deepest darkness?
Alone, with only her fear and shame to remind her of what she had done.
Unlike the dark room of her childhood, there were no walls here -- only
an infinity of nothingness. But, she had made her choices. Her mother
had not followed her father's ways. It had cost her mother her health,
but at least she had her Soul. Nubnoset knew that she deserved this
death to atone for all the suffering she had caused in her life.
But wait, was that a
small glimmer of light off to her right? No, it was merely her
imagination. Then she heard a voice. It was the same voice who had
called the name Shature earlier.
"If you can imagine
the Light, then you can choose it." Nubnoset did not understand the
meaning of these words, but they did prompt her to look to the light
again. It seemed somewhat brighter, but it flickered on and off with the
surges of fear that engulfed her. In fact, there appeared to be a
connection. When she gave into her fear, the light grew dim or and even
disappeared completely. But, when she summoned the courage to face her
fear and the deep guilt and shame beneath it, the light grew brighter.
The fear seemed to control the Light.
She wondered if,
inversely, the Light could control the fear. If she chose to focus only
on the light would the fear diminish? Deep in her mind there was a warm
chuckle from the unknown voice. The warmth of the voice amplified the
light, which made it easier to find in the clawing darkness. She focused
on the light more intently now and found that, as she did so, the fear
faded. Could she choose to see only the light? Could the light distract
her from her fear and anger-anger at her father and anger at herself?
Yes, she was angry with herself. She knew now that she had always blamed
herself for giving into her father. But, could she have stopped him?
No, she had been a
child. She had no strength against her powerful father. Had there been a
small speck of light inside that room, or inside herself that she could
not see because she was afraid? But, of course, she was afraid. How
could she judge herself for that? She had been a child and she was no
match for her father. He manipulated her with the dark room and with his
dark mind. He always knew just what to say and how to say it so that she
would believe him. He even made her believe that her mother did not love
her and that he was the only parent who cared for her!
Nubnoset knew that
she would have to forgive that child, forgive herself, for giving into
the power of her father. With that thought she felt a warm glow arise
within her ethereal body. The glow felt almost like love, but she wasn't
sure. She had not had much experience with love. She felt love from her
mother when she had given her the cartouche and she had felt it from her
daughter/sister when she was born. But, she had never felt it from a
man. She had felt only fear and hatred from them. No-wait-somewhere deep
in her memory a flash ignited. A face appeared in her mind, the long
forgotten face of a young man.
Deep sadness and
regret filled her as she envisioned him. Her ghostly form shivered with
agony and regret. He was the only man who had ever loved her. She had
forgotten him because the sorrow and guilt of his memory were too great.
He had tried to save her, but her father had found out about them. She
remembered the scene as she relived it. She was only fifteen years old.
Her lover was one of the young soldiers who were assigned to guard the
halls of the temple where her mother lived. Her mother was still alive
then, although she was always ill. Some said it was because of her
father's Black Magic.
Nubnoset relived how
she had met her young man while he was guarding her mother's door and
how they had taken the risk of looking into each other's eyes. Normally,
the guards were like statues and were never noticed. However, as she
passed him, she felt a pull so strong that she could not resist turning
her head. He looked familiar even though she knew that she had never
seen him. In fact, as she relived the moment, she realized that he had
"felt" familiar. As she looked into his eyes, she felt a pull at her
heart and she heard the name, Lamire. But, as she learned later, that
was not his name nor was it anyone that he knew. But now, the name alone
brought such a glow to her heart that the dim light before her beamed
stronger and stronger.
she heard again in her mind. But, the name still meant nothing to her.
The only thing that was familiar was the "feel" of her one true love and
the name, Lamire. She had never known what had happened to her lover.
Her father had found them where they secretly met in the garden. She was
taken away from him and put in her dark room until she begged to be
released. Nubnoset hoped they had simply killed him and not used him for
their evil purposes. She knew that her father could make him call for
death, beg for death. It was the vision of what they might be doing to
him that haunted her as she was trapped in the darkness.
"Release him and I
will be your servant," she begged.
But her father knew
better than to allow her to make a decision based on love. He left her
in her deepest fear and guilt until she forgot her lover, forgot Love!
She never knew how long she had been locked away. When finally they
released her, she was taken into deep caves of the Temple of Set where
the light of day had never shown.
She must return to
those caves again for within them was hidden her Soul-but how?
"Follow the Light,"
she heard the voice that bad been calling for someone named Shature. It
was now becoming familiar. She looked towards the light and as she did
so, she saw that it was moving away from her.
"No," she cried. "Do
not leave me." She moved towards the speck of light and it grew
stronger, but still it moved away from her.
"Am I being
abandoned again?" she cried.
The light dimmed as
she allowed the old fear to come forward.
"I choose the
Light," she called. "Do not leave me. I will not allow the darkness to
overtake me again."
The light grew
stronger in response to her words and began to move more swiftly.
"The Light is not
leaving you. It is guiding you," spoke the voice.
The Light grew
brighter and brighter as she followed it, but it was always just beyond
her reach. Then she saw a cave. But wait, the cave was the Cave of Set
where she had practiced Black Magic and much worse. The light stopped
just within its entrance beckoning her to join it.
"I can't go in there
again. It is filled with darkness. But, as she spoke, the light grew
brighter and sent a tentacle of itself into the mouth of the cave. It
wanted her to enter the cave, to enter her fears and her own darkness
that was hidden there.
"I do not want to
blame my darkness on another!" She spoke to the impersonal light. "I
will no longer blame my father for my own behavior. I could have
resisted him like my mother did. In the end, I died just as she did."
"You needed to learn
about your own darkness," spoke the familiar voice that now seemed to be
inside of her. This voice seemed to be guiding her. Had she known it
"You must now learn
to view that darkness not as an enemy with whom you must do battle, but
as a component of yourself that is always present in the lower worlds.
Light and dark are not just 'good' and 'bad' as they are experienced in
the lower worlds."
The voice was clear
now. Yes, she had known it before, but when? She certainly had not known
it in her life as Nubnoset. The voice continued and disrupted Nubnoset's
"Darkness and light
are only opposite extremes on a spectrum. Light represents unity and
darkness represents separation. If you deny your darkness in order to
know only your light, you allow one portion of yourself to become
'unconscious' to your total awareness."
"I have definitely
not denied my darkness. Now I wish to acknowledge my light."
"Then you must take
this light into the cave and unify it with your darkness."
"Will that heal the
life I have just lived?"
"It will help."
"Then, I will enter
the cave. I don't ever want to have another life like the one I have
"Yes, that is a wise
decision," spoke the voice. "However, it is a dangerous one. Once you
have gone deep into your own darkness, you can easily forget your light.
That is what happened in the life that you have just lived. You must
first surround yourself with the light that awaits you at the entrance
to the cave. It is your own light that you felt when you remembered your
“When you step down
into the caves of your psyche, take with you an amethyst crystal in your
right hand and a clear crystal in your left hand." A crystal
materialized in each hand. "These crystals will protect you and help you
hold your light during your journey. Also, use the Violet Fire in the
manner that you used it to save your daughter. Remember that your only
true enemy is the enemy within that you are not aware of. With your
crystals and the Violet Fire, begin your journey NOW."
warily into the dark regions of the cave. She tenaciously held the
crystals and constantly chanted for the protection of the Violet Fire.
The cave was in total darkness and the only light was her own. At the
entrance of the cave she had felt strong enough to make this journey,
but now fear was eroding away at her courage. She could not see where
she was going or where she had been. She was a small island of light
lost in the deepest recesses of darkness.
Then, memories came
to her mind, memories of lives other than the one she had just left.
Lives in which she had done to others what her father had done to her.
She had kept these lives as a secret from herself to avoid the shame and
guilt that they held and she had created dungeons in her mind to hold
them. Now Nubnoset saw the threshold to this dungeon mirrored before
her. On the other side of that threshold she knew was every life which
she had just remembered, every life that she had just felt. Nubnoset
sank back in horror, her light dimmed.
called the voice that had been guiding her. Who was Shature and why was
the voice calling for her? Had she know this voice before? Was it
calling her Shature?
"Yes," replied the
voice. "It is you I call. YOU are Shature."
"No," she argued, "I
am Nubnoset, or at least I was Nubnoset."
But, she was not
sure who she was now. Since entering the cave, she realized that she had
been many people in many different lifetimes. Perhaps she had once been
the person called Shature. No, wait, she remembered now. Shature had
been the name of the one who had helped her save her daughter. And the
voice, yes, it was familiar as well. A brief picture crossed her mind of
a circular room with a domed ceiling.
"Shature," the voice
Yes, it felt like
her name. The voice felt loving and so did the circular room. She wanted
to trust the voice and believe that somehow it was calling the wise
woman who had helped her. Perhaps that wise woman, Shature, WAS a part
of her. Since she had had so many lives filled with darkness, then she
must have also had lives in which she developed her light. But how could
she be Nubnoset and also be Shature at the same time?
"I am a higher
vibration of you," spoke Shature who was freed from the depths of
Nubnoset's unconsciousness by her Guide's call and by Nubnoset's
awareness of her. "I have come into you from another dimension so that I
may guide you. The voice you have heard is my Guide."
Deep within her
heart Nubnoset felt Shature's love, but shame for the life she had just
lived did not allow her to accept that love.
"I know that it is
difficult for you to feel your Higher Self when you have just left a
life so filled with darkness," continued Shature in a gentle, caring
voice. "Because of the life you have just lived you forgot that there
was guidance upon which you could depend. But you forgot because you
were so alone in that life that you could not believe that someone cared
for you. Even I became lost in you-just as you were lost. But because
you remembered love and followed the light, I have awakened in you. Now
I can assist you in balancing your darkness with your light.
"Feel me within you
as we enter the dungeon. Allow my power, my wisdom, and my love to be
yours. Feel me within you as I speak through you."
Nubnoset did not
understand all that Shature told her, but she could feel a wisdom, a
power and a love inside of her that had never been present before.
Nubnoset, with Shature awakened within her, bravely stepped across the
threshold of her dungeon. Before her was a long hallway with rows of
cells on either side. The scent of decay was nauseating.
The vision of horror
made her want to shield her eyes and the sounds of agony threatened to
dim her light. She clung to the feeling of this other, wiser portion of
herself inside of her. Nubnoset held the crystals firmly in her hands,
called upon the Violet Fire one more time, and entered the first cell.
Within this cell was
a Wizard who had created a monster, simply because he could. He wanted
to test his power of creation and, since he believed he was separate
from all life, it did not occur to him that this monster might prey on
others. In the end, it preyed upon him and caused his death. The monster
and its creator had been locked in mortal combat ever since. Nubnoset
shone the Violet Light into the cell. She walked through the bars,
knowing that they were just an illusion. The monster and the wizard
turned and, for one brief moment, ceased their endless battle.
"Who are you?" they
"I am the sum total
of all that I have been," spoke Shature through the astral form of
Nubnoset. "I have come here now to claim you as a portion of myself."
"Why would we wish
to join you?" they sneered.
"You have no choice.
I am you and you are me. I now step into you and embrace you with my
Light. I neither judge you nor fear you. When I was a child, I spoke as
a child and acted as a child. Now I am of the ONE and I embrace the
children of my Soul. "The Light of my total Self now fills this cell!"
With these words,
the monster and the Wizard were transformed into pure creation and
Shature as her inner guide, then moved through each cell shining the
Violet Fire and embracing the darkness with the light. There was a
Priestess of the Darkness from ancient India and an evil witch in early
England. There were vicious warriors who cared only for the blood of
others, and glory for themselves, and cruel, brutal men who turned their
women into slaves to be used for their service and pleasure. There were
manipulative women who pulled men into their web like a black widow
spider and used their seductive power to harm others.
All of these, and
more, were absorbed into the Light.
Down and down the
rows of cells walked Nubnoset with Shature radiating from within her
until all the cells were absorbed and transmuted by the light. The
dungeon was empty now and Nubnoset had to transform it as well.
"I must now clear
this dungeon with my Light," Shature and Nubnoset now spoke as one
voice. "I must own this dungeon as my own by taking responsibility for
its creation. As I stand in the center of this dungeon of my Soul-I NOW
forgive myself. I was learning to be a creator and I created separation
and limitation. I then abandoned my creations and sent them to this
prison deep within myself. I NOW am beyond the time and space of
separation and I NOW stand in the center of this dungeon and project my
light into each crevice and corner to clear all the density of fear,
greed, and selfishness.
"I shall return,
again and again, to transmute the accumulation of my own secret darkness
and absorb it into my Light.
"Blaze, Blaze, the Violet Fire
Transmuting ALL shadow into
LIGHT, LIGHT, LIGHT!"
from the cave and took one last look at the life she had left. Below her
Nephrite was opening the top drawer of the red dresser and pulling out a
cartouche made of a metal she had never seen. She held it by its long
chain up to a ray of early morning light that entered a room once filled
with darkness. A violet light flashed before the girl's eyes and
illumined her face. Nephrite smiled and pulled the chain over her head.
The cartouche hid beneath her gown and rested upon her heart. The room
was suddenly filled with brightness. Had more sun entered the room or
was that the light of Nubnoset's daughter.
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