THE SLIDE

Chapter 29 | First Churn

Part 3 : Mystery, Supernatural, Time Travel

“I know what it is that you are intending to do,” Hrez Azyuy told Farha.

“Mmm…” Farha commented.

“He showed poor judgment and now he is caught with no means of escape. He sacrificed himself for you, but this is not something you can fix,” Hrez said quietly and deliberately.

“I am not planning on rescuing him, nor visiting him in his prison of no-escape,” Farha said.

“Perhaps, then… I am simply your conscience speaking back to you,” Hrez provisionally concluded.

“You are coming with me?” Farha asked.

“As we agreed, so I thought. Am I mistook?” he said.

“Yes. You have made no mistake. You are my teacher.”

“Then it is.”

“But?” Farha heard his question.

“Your Uncle Tem will injure himself. A minor injury. He will be unable to go with us,” Hrez said quietly.

“So now you can see the future,” it was an accusation, not a question.

“Some of the time, yes. It is not the future I see, because there are many futures. Each an illusion until one is not and comes to pass…”

And so it was. Farha, Hrez, two soldiers, and Sophia’s spirit entered the Slide. Tem had sprained his ankle the night before and could not be with them.

As before, Farha brought the Churn. Many of the last block of prisoners clamored at the mouth of the Churn, most were dismembered. Only a few were pulled through.

Farha acted as before. She planted her bare feet in the desert sands with her legs slightly apart and thrust her arms in a “Y” shape over her head. The whirlwind cleared at the top. Hrez shot one arm up and he sailed straight up — Farha was caught in his wake and was pulled upwards through the vortex.

She lost consciousness several times in the pull of the churn but emerged in the calm of a null space nestled between Dreamtime and another realm she did not fully recognize. It was here that Hrez repeated what he had previously said:

“We travel to observe. Once there, we will set a safe space for our bodies. We will consciousness travel into two hosts and observe.”

“Tell me what observe means,” he commanded.

“To stay centered in my core and…” she laid out with examples of practicing.

“Tell me what observing does not include,” his tone was softer and firm.

“My presence is pulled back, reactions are dampened, judgements softened, impulsive actions to fix or interfere are squashed or held in check…”

They passed through moisture-rich zones and their clothing became soaked with water just before they materialized on hot flat bedrock. Sophia’s spirit awaited their arrival and had created a pocket of protective Dreamtime around them.

Their bodies curled into themselves in a fetal position. A thin covering grew over them. The voice of Hrez appeared in Farha’s consciousness:

As I have said, we will enter the consciousness of a Priest-Ruler Hezacta of the Mayan Peoples and his chief assistant Pao at a tipping point in their culture and almost nine years of drought. Remember what I have taught you about the observation-only mode of being. Follow my lead in the transfer process, much as you did when you entered the churn.

Fort Normandy SS Office

Zed returned gleefully. He gathered all around the central conference table. A, D, Q, R, and C pulled up chairs and listened.

“Ra weakens. We have drawn much of his light off. This is working to plan.”

“Excuse me sir,” D sheepishly addressed Zed, who nodded. “When will he be dead?”

“We do not wish to kill him. When he makes light, we harvest it for X-O or the beast, as many of you call him, to grow in size and strength. We will never kill Ra. He will be our slave, forever.”

Mayan Plateau 3085 BCE

Priest-Ruler Hezacta stood examining his small stone tablet along a twenty-five-mile stretch of shiny black stone that wove its way through jungle and by the edge of a turquoise sea. The black stone ribbon was dotted with monolithic slabs that had been inserted into slots in the ribbon. Pao stood nearby, peering through a collapsible telescope.

Hezacta sat and meditated for an hour by three of the giant slabs lying lengthwise on the shining black surface. Pao stood guard next to him.

As Hezacta placed his hand on the edge of the smallest of the three monoliths, Pao noted it. It had a rotating placement base. Together, via levitation, the 3-ton stone slab was placed into the slot. They began adjusting its angle in relationship to the other monoliths and to the sky. The movements were slight. Mistakes were made and corrected. As the sun slipped towards the horizon, the two made their way to one of the sets of thirteen steps and were taken in by the villagers.

For three days, they labored with the placement and adjustments of one large monolith. They trekked for three days to the central city. Hezacta spoke with the council about the cessation of the drought in three to six months. The giant stone placements were helping to shift the weather patterns.

Hrez and Farha traveled via consciousness transfer back into their bodies in the cocoon that Sophia maintained to discuss what happened.

“I see why you chose me to observe Hezacta,” Farha volunteered.

“Hmm, continue.”

“He could be an older version of me. My vibration matches his almost exactly.”

“Very perceptive.” They talked further.

The next chapter:

The Previous Chapter (the last chapter of Part 2): Chapter 27 — The Accused

And for a complete index of all chapters Parts 1 and 2 see Part Two: Chapter 14 Secrets and Love (continued).

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