Return of the Flying Dragon
Atlantean Secrets Volume 4

The Return of the Flying Dragon is the 4th and last Volume of the saga Atlantean Secrets. It is the most intense and the most charged of the books written by Samuel Sagan.

The Nephilim giants have gone on the rampage. The kingdom is sinking into chaos. The days are numbered. In a world which is falling apart, Szar is no longer an apprentice. Now an initiate in his full power, he is ready for the final battle of the Archive transfer. Unsuspected friends and unsuspected foes converge onto Eisraim. Precisely because time is running out, the sleepers awaken.

The end of a world is a time when everything is possible

Excerpt

The image faded. Archive Hall One was left flooded with the Light of the Eagle. Woolly's clear fountain throbbed with a flashing realisation, "As time passes, more and more people will awaken to their Ego, is that right?"

"Right!" Gervin answered.

"The more aware of their Ego they become, the more free will they will have, right?"

"Right!"

"Then... necessarily, the more time passes, the less things are written!"

"Absolutely true!" Gervin exclaimed, echoing Woolly's enthusiasm.

"Then there must come a time in the future when it will be absolutely impossible to know on which side the balance will tip - especially if this free will business is really serious."

Gervin raised his right eyebrow, "It is."

"Then at that time, really, anything will be possible!"

"This is what makes the Apocalypse so exciting. A great many will awaken. Then anything will be possible! Anything!"

Archive Hall One turned into the smouldering ruins of a strange city, filled with huge broken iron beams and piles of debris everywhere. The foul-smelling fog was so thick and dark that it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

A violent explosion shook the scene, so loud that Woolly and Szar jumped in surprise. The remnants of a building were set ablaze. A man ran out of the ruins. Tall, handsome, curly hair falling to his shoulders. Dressed in the black metallic outfit of the Knights, with the large yellow disk on his chest.

"Virginia!" he Point-called. "Where are you?"

"Just in front of you!" a young woman dressed in the same way Point-answered. She was hiding in a basement located under an enormous pile of metal wreckage. "Hiram, be careful!"

"Where's Jackson?" Hiram Point-asked.

"Dead!" Virginia Point-answered.

"Oh, no!" Hiram kept running full speed.

"Careful! They're on your left!" Virginia Point-shouted.

Hiram threw himself to the ground and hid behind rusty girders.

Two men in red armour appeared. "There!" one of them pointed at him, immediately followed by a series of loud explosions.

Hiram screamed with pain and collapsed.

"No! No!" Virginia shouted, rushing out of the basement. Connecting her Point to a strange spherical thing that was floating above the ruins, she unfurled a deluge of fire onto the two men, instantly turning them into pieces of charcoal. Three loud bangs resounded, shaking Archive Hall One.

"Hiram!" Virginia Point-yelled, running towards him.

There was no answer.

When she reached him, she found him dead. His astral body was already wafting in the space, disconnected from the physical.

"Hiram!" she screamed, falling on her knees. "Teyani! Teyani! Help! For God's sake, help us!" she invoked.

No answer.

Virginia slowly stood up, raising her arms, palms facing Hiram. She concentrated her energy and called with all her strength. In the space of a few seconds, her aura turned into a White Flame of Spirit which strangely contrasted with the forlorn greyness of the ruins.

"Teyani!" she clenched her jaw, "I know you can help!" She pulled from the Spirit with such might that her Flame gradually grew ten times the size of her body.

From the Edge of Highness, a response sparked.

A formidable stream of Spirit started pouring out of her mouth, "As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, Amen!"

It was immense, awesome. Rolling Thunder, an entire hierarchy of angels discharging their fire through her mouth. Hiram's aura flashed with thousands of dazzling sparks. Virginia started shaking like a leaf, as if the power was about to blow her body to pieces. Holding to the Spirit, she kept blasting her friend's body with the Voice. Abruptly, she became silent and fell on her knees. She took Hiram in her arms and held him against her. He opened his eyes.

Dazed by the brightness of the dancing flames, he mumbled, "Is this the Fields of Peace?"

"Not yet!" To stop herself from trembling, she held him tighter.

"Oh my God!" Hiram realised he had been brought back to life. "Did you do that?" he asked in shock.

She nodded, wondering whether it was really happening. Then she let go of him and stood up. "We'll talk later. Can you walk?"

Holding her hand, Hiram managed to get up. A grinding abdominal pain took his breath away, as if he was being cut in two. Gasping, he held his belly, fighting to remain on his feet. Virginia raised her arms vertically and called onto Highness again.

"Walk!" she unleashed the Voice onto him, White-igniting his aura.

The power was insane. Every single cell of Hiram's body started vibrating with the most unreal sensation he had ever felt.

"Walk!" she Voice-projected onto him. "Walk!" And she took his hand and started running. To his complete amazement, Hiram found himself running behind her. The vision faded, leaving Archive Hall One out of breath. When he saw the fierce Dragon look on Woolly's and Szar's faces, Gervin burst out laughing.

"Was she calling on our Teyani?" Woolly frowned.

"Yes, our Teyani, who will return from Highness to take part in the training of the Knights of the Apocalypse," Gervin thundered.

"So the Knights will be trained in the power of the Voice!" Woolly exclaimed with wonder.

"No they won't, and this was all the beauty of this scene," Gervin replied. "In Apocalyptic times, thousands of years after the end of the kingdom of the rainbows, the Voice will be a long-forgotten legend."

"So how did she do it?"

"Through the power of awakening!" Gervin clicked his fingers, producing a wonderfully musical drum sound.

"But..." Szar was dumbfounded. "I received the Voice as a transmission of power, part of the initiation of an ancient lineage. How..." he hesitated.

"She will receive it directly from Highness."

"Do you mean to say she lives in a world of people who can't even see auras and she is capable of projecting the Word of Thunder without having been initiated into it!" Woolly and Szar looked at each other, suddenly wondering if they themselves were at all awakened.

"Will many people awaken like her?" Woolly questioned.

"This, no one can predict, since it will be the time when everything is possible," Gervin shone his mystery-smile. "But enough will awaken to threaten Ahriman. The Apocalypse will be the time when the tessellated pavement comes to completion. Even though large numbers of human beings may still be grey, the separation of black and white forces will reach a point of confrontation. Seeing so many human beings on the brink of awakening, Ahriman will have no choice but to launch a grand offensive, a war of all against all."

"And then what? Are some scenarios more probable than others?"

"At the end of the Apocalypse a fraction of humanity reaches the spiritual maturity which allows them to be lifted into the Fields of Peace. They arrive here and begin a new phase in their evolution. The Earth, by then, is nothing more than piles of ashes and rubble. What is left of the Earth becomes the kingdom of the dregs, over which Ahriman rules unchallenged."

Archive Hall One turned into a huge, ominous red pyre. It was a degraded fire with no connection and no Spirit, hungry flames devouring everything, leaving only black dregs. Finally, the only thing left was the black substance of Ahriman - that black pitch which only Alcibyadi's ritual at the Edge of Highness had been able to clear from Szar's hand.

"And what about the rest of humanity, those who haven't made it to the Fields of Peace?"

"They will find themselves in a lamentable situation. The new humanity in the Fields of Peace will make great efforts to try and rescue them. Those who can't be rescued, either because they are too lukewarm or because they have given in to Ahriman's darkness beyond recall, will become the inhabitants of the kingdom of the dregs. Some will end up in Ahriman's pit of darkness. Most will be left hanging in intermediary spaces until the beginning of the next cosmic cycle, where it will be impossible for them to join the rest of the human hierarchy because they will have missed too much of the journey of evolution."

"Is this the worst possible scenario?"

"Oh, no! There are several variations on the same theme, depending on how much of humanity awakens. In the worst scenario, Ahriman manages to keep the Earth asleep until his wars destroy everything. Due to insufficient spiritual maturity, humanity is unable to continue its evolution in the Fields of Peace. Human beings have more or less wasted an entire cosmic cycle."

"And since anything will be possible, what is the highest possible outcome?" Woolly wanted to know.

"A zenith of awakening. An explosion of Spirit in the heart of human beings. The triumph of the Web of Love. Ahriman defeated without any wars. The Earth and the Fields of Peace become one."

Woolly was astonished. "Could that really happen?"

"Well, of course," Gervin laughed, "since anything will be possible."

Szar twinged his beard, "That would imply correcting all the effects of the fall, wouldn't it?"

"The elemental corruption redeemed, the end of death, and the eradication of all dark forces from the human sphere. The regenerated Earth becomes married to the Fields of Peace, and in this new world the whole of humanity begins a new chapter of its evolution."

"How probable a scenario is it?" Woolly asked.

"It would require a phenomenal amount of transformation. But if enough people on Earth awaken, then it definitely becomes possible. And if you want to know what the world would look like then, just go out of this hall. The transformed Earth already exists. It is here."

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