Sleeper Awaken
Atlantean Secrets Volume 1

An epic saga with a difference...

A novel? For sure! Atlantean Secrets depicts an odyssey, an adventure of Homeric proportions with mounting suspense and spectacular twists. Yet it is no common work of fiction, being based on the visions, prophecies and past-life memories of Dr Samuel Sagan, the director of the Clairvision School in Sydney, and the founder of the ISIS system of past-life regression.

For more than twenty years, Samuel Sagan has explored paths of meditation and spiritual vision. He has taken thousands of people into past-life regressions, developed new methods of clairvoyance and of healing, created the Clairvision Foundation, a group which has been conducting a large-scale mapping of consciousness and non-physical realities for more than seven years.

In Atlantean Secrets, he has presented the quintessence of his findings - a testament packed with spiritual experiences, knowledge and predictions regarding the long-term future of humanity.

Excerpt

Blue. Gigantic. Totally ancient. Totally unknown. An awesome cloud, coming from remoteness. Born to travel, it moved fast and with great ease. It illuminated the spheres with a majestic dark-blue glow as no one had ever seen. Not even the gods. Not even the Nagas who know all the secrets of the Underworlds.

The gods of Amaravati were standing in one long row on the shore of the Molten Sea, watching the cloud drawing near. Among them, Kartendranath. Fingering his triaxe, the god shivered, "If this thing attacks us, then the Lord Melchisedek have mercy on us!" The clouds hugeness was what confounded him. He had seen Flying Dragons before, but never so close. Finding himself face to face with one, he was shocked by the sheer magnitude of the being. And the music... The music was beyond anything his Point could comprehend.

As the Flying Dragon was approaching, inexplicable harmonies filled the spheres. Music multidimensional. Enigmatic vastness. The Song of Creation. Trillions of Voices answering each others calls. Aeons of strangeness. Dreaming from before the Cosmic Night. Long, long before the gods were born. When it reached the edge of the spheres of Melchisedek, the cloud stopped. The music went on. Unfathomable weirdness made sound. It reflected in the Molten waters  fire at the bottom of the sea, mirroring the flames of astonishing blueness in the heavens. No one moved. Silent, the gods contemplated the festival of light. The language of the gods has a thousand names for blue. Not one of them fitted the aurora that illuminated their sky.

"It wants something!" Kartendranath intuited. "It is waiting for us to do something." He turned to the god on his left, "Gana?"

Eyes fixed on the horizon, the god of the golden helmet responded, "The Web of Love is what has brought it here. As it wants, so it will receive." The Web of Love, which shines the Light of the Lord Melchisedek.

All of a sudden, the White Eagle of the gods took its flight. From the edge of the Molten Sea it darted skywards. There was a pause in the music. The gods held their breath. The silence after the sound of the Flying Dragons is packed with mysteries. Endlessly profound like a Cosmic Night. Shaped as a White beam, the Eagle travelled towards the foreign cloud. A frail beam of light, compared to the clouds immensity. In the silence, infinity was held. As it reached the blue blaze, the beam faded. The White Eagle of the gods vanished. Evaporated into nothingness? Engulfed by the cloud? It was hard to tell, even for the gods.

Until the music was heard again. A different music. Extraordinarily melodious. It was still multifarious and untraceable like the Dawn of Creation, but its strangeness had softened. Its mathematical fire was enthused with solar fortitude. It carried the White Eagles unbounded heartness. The Flying Dragon had comprehended the secrets of the Web of Love. A legend was born.

On the shore of the Molten Sea, Lord Gana began to dance. And for an entire night, the gods celebrated the mysteries of remoteness. Through the eye of the White Eagle, they beheld the clouds glory. The Flying Dragon had come from beyond the Abyss of the Deep and the Fault of Eternity. It had lived through many a cosmic cycle, travelled through many a thousand spheres from the Blue Lagoon to the Great Ant, and from the bottom of the Fault of Eternity where the Mother of the Light can be seen smiling to the Black Night of Remoteness where all secrets of the creation are concealed. Beyond time, space and infinity, beyond pralayas and cosmic births, there are mysteries that elude the gods themselves.

The White Eagle invited the Flying Dragon to stay. This was not part of the order of the universe. A traveller through eternity, the Flying Dragon had to resume its course. At dawn the White Eagle reappeared, emerging from the blue fire in the heavens. The spheres were vibrant with music, the gods intoxicated with elixir of infinity. The blazing cloud started moving  slowly, at first, so the White Eagle could fly in its trail.

The Eagle followed it to the edge of the spheres of Melchisedek, where the Web of Love ends and the spheres of remoteness begin. This was where the legendary farewell was exchanged,

"Forever love, Flying Dragon!"

"Forever love, White Eagle of the gods!"

The Flying Dragon disappeared in the immensity of remoteness. Echoes of its music kept resonating through the spheres for a thousand years. Ever since, whoever cognises the Eagle can contemplate not only its infinite Spirit of Whiteness, but also a tinge of this multidimensional blueness from beyond the Abyss of the Deep and the Fault of Eternity. And whoever crosses the Great Abyss can hear the song of the Flying Dragon  With all my mind, with all my heart, I am with you, even when I am far away.

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