XXI
The Alun Mother Ocean, at last the Alun. The sea water washes my filthy body and my pain away.
The sting of the salt feels useful, it opens the wounds for healing I suffered in the caves. Waters wash over me as I lay on the sands exhausted from my escape. In diligent peace and watchful assurance I am safe for a moment on the shores of the Ocean. The earth of Lanea holds my body and receives my pain within my body. Rolling with the tides I became one with her soothing emanations.
Peace is a gateway into awareness. The ocean turned me over like a baby in the arms of his mother and I feel protection bathed in love even on the shores of Nzrael. This feeling of knowing, I was not home left emptiness, but the ocean comforted me.
Passage from the dark deceit filled nightmare was over. The ocean woke my mind from the terrible nightmare experience. My mind knows I am lifted free by my emotional and physical body remember. How could I go from near prison, to battle death and blindness without sleep to transcend beyond unmerciful evil.
Zadir power to pull me into harm or prison is finished. My choice was to go to Nzrael in willingness and acceptance and to return home again with him following. Still my duty is not finished. Zadir must follow my footsteps and he knows where they lead. But he must follow for I have shown and brought him disaster, his weakness. I made him see the light of the sun. He cannot return for Setz has taken the power back he stole from them. His transgression is revealed he must face judgement, the judgement of Zyan on home ground.
The waters soothed my soul and brought feelings back to my body. Each wave rolled upon me bringing my energy back into alignment. I sat up and looked into the sky and saw something different, the color was darker, shadowy, and cast a film of grayness on the edges that I had not remembered nor would I have forgotten.
The highest sea cliff guides me back to the Voxet. I looked south and saw in the far distance the outcropping. There it should be.
Thoughts of flight, of acceleration above this cursed land, leaving the stench of Nzrael and flying home to Alonia tugs at my heart strings. The struggle to live, to overcome prison, to escape the wounded dark soul of Zadir is not over. The abandoned rocks of Nzrael leave me in wonder as I travel along the shores of the ocean.
The reflecting glare of the forces me to squint and my eyes cry out in pain at its brightness. I run along the shore with the waves. The spray refreshes my journey. The surf sends a mist into my lungs as I enjoy my southward trek.
The sights and sounds of the Ocean Alun brings peace to me. Far on the other side is my homeland in Alpera. Many years ago I ran on that shore, along the beaches hearing the birds sing their call to each other. The waves comforted me then and now again I feel them. I ran with eyes closed feeling the moist sand reach up between my tones. My hair flies in the wind as I fell light and full of energy. I am gaining my powers back, I am full of confidence again.
Intuitively I know the Voxet is safe, I will be able to fly across the ocean. I already know I will I be able to leave this dismal rock. I am a Votar and I know. The truth is within.
The land of Nzrael is barren filled with fear, yet the battle is not over and I have won my freedom.
Zadir is far behind me but he is not finished yet. I have won this battle and I am the stronger but I cannot let up for an instant. His hot breath is still on my neck. I have overcome the prison but not forgotten it. The darkness of the hold, the stink, life is not worth living under the control of a madman.
South ward along the coast line I pace myself with the rhythm of the waves. The beach stretches out endlessly with rock out cropping into the sea continuously. The formation of stone look familiar. I have hoped this before.
Eagerly, I move from one rocky realm of stone to another. Excited, I wonder if I am traveling in the right direction. Suddenly, there it is it looks like the pillars I saw upon the landing. I hope the Voxet is safe in the caves where I landed so long ago. The rocks are vaguely familiar. It could be my imagination but I need something. I should be within distance of the craft that will guide me home.
This is the landing site, I hope nervously, I am correct. I see the rocks and the cave. With a deep breath and a shallow feeling I move forward towards the site. Looking into the blackness of the cave I see something sparkle. My heart leaped with excitement. The Voxet seems safe and undisturbed.
I touched the sleek body of my Voxet. Its power riveted me with relief. If anything would have happened I would be doomed here just like the prison I was in.
My confidence soared with finding the Voxet. I was more alone here than I have ever been. With Alonia in trouble I knew I would receive no help. Nzrael is a doomed land, the souls of the Xzars and Isivaens will never reach ascension in this round.
Zadir will follow me back to Alonia if he has the courage. The darkened son is destined to face his truth on Alonian soil. Zobrin is wise I followed his plan without knowing it. I would have lost my way back had if I not followed his advice telepathically my senses are splintered. I cannot connect with the Hyrayarch.
I removed the rocks guarding the Voxet. My energy was relieved and revived as I found the sleek gray Voxet. Back again, my vehicle home. The Voxet was safe and unmolested by the time that I was gone. I moved the relay on the key and hit the sound and the doors opened.
The solar battery was dead. I rushed to remove them and place them in the bright light of Solam. I waited feeling very vulnerable for it to recharge. I needed recharging as well and the food I left in the Voxet was gratefully received by my emaciated body.
I hurried as I feared Zadir will seek me out in revenge and return within his stolen Voxet. With the Voxet he will chase me on to Alonia. He is still a great danger to the Hyrayarch and to Alonia and all of Lanea but his kingdom on Nzrael is finished.
The battery recharged quickly and I placed it back in the Voxet. I dressed in my flight suit on. It fitted loosely as I had lost considerable weight in the rat infested prison. I was emaciated to the bone and did not fill the suit with any muscle tone, but with bones and loose flesh. Still enough to be recharged by the quantum genetic interplay within the suits micro processors. The magnetics brought a renewal of synergistic function. The food supplements helped to bring me energy back also.
I began to feel the suit recharge my energy as I let it do its work. The Voxet was still at very low power but it was rebuilding my energy so that I could bring my being back to synthesis with the vehicle.
With the path clear I sat down within the Voxet and gained the energy and consciousness of the Votar. The power altered my conscious awareness. The craft gave me a regenerated life.
Moving the Voxet took all my concentrated meditation. I uttered the integrating sounds to bring the craft to life. Ri-go-la-ti-sha and the lights on the council flashed in recognition of my voice commands. The sounds incorporated within the voice recognition system and opened up on my language key.
All the training to propel the Voxets was with word and sound commands. My mind became sharp and clear with the pronunciation of the words. The Votars realized the tonal effects of the words but not their origination of the special language. It was still a mystery.
I spoke syllable by syllable. ... az za ki u ri... and the power came on with the colors white and red. The familiar tingle above my eyebrows brought sublime pleasure.
I focused the attention in my heart and spoke .... an na i ball ah ... and the force of my heart chakra moved the Voxet upward lightly and brought us to a floating condition.
Without thought and my eyes closed I envisioned the rising upward and outward and spoke again the voice commands ... Ish ul aut... and focused on moving slowly through the passage way.
My strength was weak but I could feel the suit integrating with the craft as I moved out of the darkness and into the light. In the light of Solam I am invigorated.
The unified field of energy that pervades the universe started to enter the receptors of the Voxet. My acceptance rate was very high and the power scales of instruments started to resonate in harmony with the current fields coming into my body and into the machine.
A new awareness of the power contacted my body. I brought up the probability map to look up the resonations of words to move along the edge were the water and earth meet to pick up on the first meridian and the jump over to the central power meridians.
The long trek back to Alonia required more power as the gauges showed that the Voxet was at 14% power but gaining a percent per minute. Listening in delightful gratitude to the hum of the magnetic interplay of the plasmic photonic turbines as they started to regenerate the solar cells and empower the magnetics I laughed with great joy to be alive.
At 76% power I was ready.
I sounded the tone ... Ah Li So Ze ... and connected up with a main power meridian. The burst of energy of the reverse magnetics sent me quickly along the track.
I lifted the Voxet high into the sky along the grid and it propelled the Voxet off the continental meridian and moved along the oceanic current.
In deep alpha consciousness I stayed focused and relaxed re-energized in the stream of grid currents. I was coming home to Alonia.
The graphic probability map on the counsel pointed to my internal biological energy rebuilding but still I was only at 50%. I thought even 10% of this level would have been more than I had in the prisons. I had come close to extinction. Far from the rat food, the vermin infested prison carried a hollow anger that I would have to deal with. The wound was deep and my hand still ached in awful pain. The prophecy became clearer and more diffused as something altogether different than what I had thought. I brought my mind back to alpha level to regenerate along the meridian path on the way home to Alonia.
I allowed my mind to relax into mediation and strengthened my light.
I tried to link up in consciousness with the Hyrayarch but my energies scattered.
The group was not in oneness. It is coming to me fragmented. I cannot communicate directly until I see them. The Ingersol and the Government may have shut down the lines of physical communication.
The time consuming trek over the Alun gave me time to rest without fear. The auto pilot of the Voxet would wake me in emergency and the ship was gaining power as was. I drifted off to deep sleep with the Voxet in automatic mode at half speed. ~ )( ~

XXII
AloniaUpon awakening I looked out and saw the horizon of dark clouds covering much of the land of Rota as I flew up along coast towards Ion. The great cities of Ion sprawl out like giant spiders up canyons and down through the valleys but with no activity. They seemed abandoned.
I looked for signs of people and only detected rubble and trash strewn out. I needed to find a place to land. I recognize no government or anything that seems to be in power. If addictions are still present then there will be no peace here.
The Voxet operated on the solar power and the magnetics were damaged by the bitter power of the Nzrael sunlight. I knew I could not just return to the Hyrayarch Sanctuary like a hero coming home. The whole Hyrayarch has been disbanded and each member is wanted by the Government for treason, deception and operating fraud. I would be subjected to an inhuman series of psychological evaluations and injected with mind altering chemicals until I was worse than dead if caught. Very little difference from the tortures of Nzrael although Alonia considers itself civilized. Antiseptic perhaps, but not civilized.
The Government under the direction of the Ingersol utilized the drugs and conditioning, brainwashing to sequester their opponents and murder their minds. It was all too obvious that OBS was a disease they caused and now could not control. The more they attempted to stop it they more it mutated and became more insidious in the population. The developers and generators of this senselessness are all dead or insane.
I guided the Voxet into a quiet spot north of Riusm. I landed in the small ranch home of Ekim. He was a friend and teacher before I went to the Hyrayarch. His home was deserted as I softly landed near a large building. This would secure the craft safely if I needed it again.
With a place to hide the Voxet a low profile return to Riusm was required. I put on a old robe over my flight suit and left for the Hyrayarch. The journey now became a short walk towards Riusm under the grey skies of a decaying world.
I had hopes of finding Senea. It had been too long since I was with her. But I hoped she had long since left with Zonh and the others to Aquilla or with Vayla to Shalin.
Deep terror and inner joy filled me as I began my walk to Riusm. I have gone through the worst of life and survived yet I was not done. The battle with Zadir was not over. He must return to where he betrayed his honor. I must face him and my fear of truth.
The Hyrayarch moved on all the plans were set. So much has happened since I have been gone for these six moons. I am getting closer, I feel the energy of Vensia now. She is not far from me, but I will not see her. I must return straight to Riusm. There is something there for me to do that is very important. I will find out what it is when I stumble upon it.
If only I could feel my inner teacher again and to know this wisdom again. I wish to be in guidance, I would be so grateful to have you by my side again.
Your path has been to free your own soul and in so doing you have allowed the one called the darkened son to rise. His anger and fear will follow you until you integrate your power with his.
The voice came through and listened for the presence. It has been so long since I have known the presence of the inner teacher.
We will meet soon. You will be given the keys but you must face the last battle. This must be your challenge for you have wished it.
You have wished to face the darkened one and to defeat him with love not power, to bring him love and show him his ways of cruelty are flawed and not of Zyan.
Rysa, know that you carry the sacred emerald green Noen, the Ahsal, within your heart.
It has always been for you to open your heart, not of need but of love. This great power is yours to bring out and flower into the world. It holds the greatest secret of the whole world which you possess within.
The word is Al-she-ri-me-tol. This tonal group will guide your heart to open. When it opens you may speak in renewal with another tone. Say-se-lyn-say-ahl.
Bring these joyous words into your mind and leave the fear you have journeyed through in the distance. You may still go through hardships but they are forgiven you as you speak from your heart.
I am here to guide you on the path again.
You have journeyed alone for too long.
We are one again and you will be given another life to join with.
Follow the path and there will be the revelations you have wished for.
The inner truth of these messages brought me to know that this was my choice. To follow this course and to find courage. The road to Riusm is marked with rubble left behind by those who have gone into the mountains above.
The world has changed. I see no one commuting to the city. I need this inner guidance to bring me strength. I will need strength.
Everything has changed. How could have this great civilization fallen so quickly into decay. Where did everyone go?