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FROM MAWUVIA TO EARTH By Whitney Sutherland (Revised by Maya Ohm Mahatma - April, 2004)
CHAPTER I "Nirih!" Lyria's voice pleaded as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Nirih! Please . . . open this door!" Her voice was breaking from the strain of her desperate attempts to reach her Love. She was exhausted from taking on and holding the lower vibrations of her ancient human form and using its archaic means of communication, but the end was near. If the Fates would allow, she wanted to see Nirih before they crossed over . . . and to touch him . . . just one more time. Six hundred of their years ago, when Mawuvia was first created in order for Higher Dimensional Light Beings to participate in the Great Mawuvian Experiment, the Mawuvians knew only of a solid human form . . . that which resonated to the vibrations of the Third Dimension. During that time, it was an appropriate way of existing on the planet. As time passed and the inhabitants began their Awakening and Ascension process, their life forms began to raise in vibration. Eventually they achieved such a high vibration that their forms became a radiating white light of pure energy, encompassed by a shimmering, human-shaped aura. In this, their now highly advanced state, the Mawuvians had seemingly infinite powers . . . including telepathy and teleportation. As far as Lyria was concerned, there was a small "disadvantage" with their high vibrational forms. They were not able to enjoy the senses of taste and touch. Of course, to the "new breed" this was not considered important, since it wasn't necessary for their survival or growth. However, many of the Mawuvians chose to lower their vibrations and take on their "old" physical forms whenever they wanted to enjoy the "old ways." When this was done, their features were distinct, yet their forms, which radiated with an opalescent aura, were still not totally solid. However, their senses were alive and they were able to enjoy the simple pleasures of the Third Dimension for short periods of time. Nirih and Lyria were stronger and more advanced than many of the Mawuvians who lived within their Quadrant. Their Bond was so secure that they were able to communicate with each other from great distances, in their Third Dimensional forms as well as their higher vibrational energy forms. Today was a different story, though . . . and it was imperative that Nirih be able to concentrate on the job at hand. In order to do this, he had to shut Lyria out of his mind. And, the only way this was possible was by locking himself behind the Great Door of his laboratory. When Nirih was chosen to be the Leader of Quadrant A, he decided to redesign his laboratory with the purpose of making it impenetrable to thought as well as sound. This, he believed, was necessary in order to give him and his fellow scientists the privacy they needed to accomplish their work. Once the door was sealed, no one could communicate with those within - not even Lyria. Lyria cast a concerned glance toward her friend, Stirih. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the corridor wall, holding his lovely Pyasia tenderly in his arms. They, too, had chosen the ancient forms so that they would be able to share one last "touch" before crossing over. Lyria was saddened as she watched Pyasia's immense dark eyes redden from her tears of fear and anxiety. Stirih's attempts to console her made her sob even more. Lyria had watched their relationship grow from that of the fiery needs of youth to one of total caring and sharing. She was certain that if they had been given more time Stirih and Pyasia would become Bonded and that their Bond would eventually become as strong as the one she and Nirih shared. "Beautiful Pyasia," she thought. "It is so sad that your time for being with Stirih has run out. I do not understand how this situation could have gotten so out of hand that it will destroy all we have worked for. Soon we will all be crossing over . . .. and Mawuvia will be nothing but a bittersweet memory. Be strong, my friends. Perhaps you will choose to meet in another dimension and reality . . . one where you can be Bonded, and one where your Love will be even stronger than the one you now share. "Hold on, dear Ones. Do not let go until you must. Be grateful that you are able to spend your last moments together." Lyria turned away from the two young lovers and faced the Great Door once again. "And you, Nirih . . . . my love . . .. " She said, "where you you during these final moments of our existence together? BEHIND THOSE DAMNED DOORS!" Lyria's form began to vibrate. She became bathed in the radiance of the brilliant white light of her higher vibrational energy form. After a long period of time, it was quite a chore to maintain the lower vibrations. "NO!" she commanded. "I will not allow this to happen. There's plenty of time for the higher vibrations once we cross over. NOW, I wish to maintain this physical form until the end." The brilliant white light slowly faded into a rose-colored aura as Lyria concentrated on lowering her vibration once more, and her human shape returned. Memories of the times she and Nirih had shared began to fill her mind. He had always thought of the ancient forms as being cumbersome, but would make the effort to lower his vibrations when they were together because it pleased her . . . and because of his deep love for her. Instead of teleportation, Lyria would often succeed in persuading Nirih to ride the moving sidewalks, which had been constructed throughout the Quadrants for the transportation of the "workers." Oh, how they would laugh. In the sanctuary of their residence, they would also take on the lower vibrational forms in order to enjoy the fragrance of Lyria's roses and the taste of the sweet wines she had learned so deftly to create. "Oh, Nirih . . . Dearest Friend . . . " she sighed.
The roses are dying.
Time's moving faster, and
Can we make it? One more time? Beautiful memories returned. She smiled as she recalled the times she and Nirih would spend together in one of their favorite places. It was high on a hill above their Quadrant - so high that she often thought they could touch the shimmering stars, which danced in the orange-red sky of day. The silvery pyramids that protected their laboratories and residences reflected the red from the sky and cast rose-colored beams throughout the Quadrant. It was truly a wondrous sight. Nirih would turn to Lyria and they would gaze into each other's eyes. Slowly, each would raise their right hands towards the other's face and gently brush each other's cheeks with the outside of their palms. They would smile, and their forms would glow with the knowledge that their love was strong and that it was growing stronger with the passing of every precious moment.
The door will not open.
Can we make it? One more time? Lyria was not afraid of crossing over. She understood that she was merely a participant in the Great Mawuvian Experiment, and that once she crossed over, she would return to her higher vibrational form and honor new contracts as a higher dimensional Light Being. She also knew that Nirih's vibration was much higher than hers and that his contracts would be different than hers . . . .that she would not be able to be with him once they left their existence on Mawuvia. . . at least . . .not as the Nirih and Lyria of Mawuvia. During the years of her Bond with Nirih their relationship had become so pleasurable that she did not wish for it to end. This desire for Nirih's companionship would cause her much distress during the "cross over" . . . but she knew that once it was complete and she was a part of the higher dimensions, there would no longer be any pain of separation. "DAMN!" shouted Stirih. Both Lyria and Pyasia jumped at Stirih's outburst. "I had the answer!" Stirih's form shook with outrage and frustration as he began to pace up and down the hallway. "I could have saved our planet!" Lyria ran toward Stirih to calm him down. She put her hand on his shoulder and gently guided him back into Pyasia's empty arms. "It's not your fault, Stirih," Lyria consoled him. "No one is to blame. We had no way of knowing that something like this would ever happen at this stage of our Awakening." Stirih sighed a deep and heavy sigh. "If only we could have gotten through to them." He stiffened, indignantly, staring at the Great Door, then added sarcastically, "but no! THEY are the SCIENTISTS . . . ; I am a MERE ARTIST . . . .What does an artist know about science?" Stirih's lack of respect for Nirih and the other Quadrant Leaders irritated Lyria, but she understood. He was young and ambitious. He lacked the patience, which came with experience. "You are not being fair to yourself or to Nirih, Stirih. You know that he was doing everything he could to help you make the transfer from an Artist to a Scientist." "He only agreed to do that because you prodded him into it," Stirih mumbled. "That doesn't matter. He would not have done so if he hadn't had confidence in your abilities. Nothing I could ever say would convince Nirih to help you if he didn't believe in you." Stirih glared at the Great Door. "Then why has he locked us out?" Lyria didn't answer. She knew it was a rhetorical question . . . . that Stirih was only venting his frustrations. He knew that it was vital for Nirih and the other Quadrant Leaders to be protected from any interference. The only way to do that was to lock themselves within Nirih's laboratory and work until the very end to find a way of saving their planet from destruction. Nirih had no way of knowing at the time that the answer to their challenge was burning within the questioning mind of this young, rebellious artist . . . who should have been a scientist. An ear-shattering rumble filled the corridors and shook the metal walls with a tremendous force. Pyasia cried out and grabbed Stirih's arm, clinging on to it as tightly as she could. Lyria froze . . . .It had begun. She turned to face Stirih and Pyasia. She touched the sides of their faces and forced a smile. "Take care of her, Stirih. Be happy during your final moments together. Do not waste this precious time with feelings of anger. Use it for communicating your love. "Perhaps you wish to be alone now. My love and my heart will always be with you. If the Fates allow, we shall meet again." Pyasia made her best attempt at a smile. She held up her hand and touched Lyria. Stirih did the same, then quickly led Pyasia away. He did not wish to say "goodbye" to his good friend. "Goodbyes" were too final, and he wasn't ready to accept the fact that they would never see each other again. As Lyria turned away and headed back towards the Great Door she heard Stirih speak softly "our love goes with you, also, dear friend." Lyria gazed intently at the door. Although her training had been in biological growth, her knowledge was advanced enough to know the inevitable outcome of their disastrous situation. Soon . . . very soon . . . there would be another explosion (one thousand times the force of the last one) as one of their four moons collided with the deviant asteroid. The shock that they had just felt was a small advanced particle of that asteroid crashing into their planet. Mawuvia was very small. It was only 256 miles in diameter. The force of this inevitable collision would jar their planet from its orbit. Quakes would cause the ground to separate, creating cracks large enough to swallow up their beautiful plants and trees. Their superbly constructed sidewalks and pyramids would tumble helplessly down. The waters would surge and grow to titanic waves and rush through their four Quadrants, killing the workers who didn't have the powers of levitation that the Mawuvians possessed. Lyria had always been concerned for the workers. They were not from Mawuvia and did not understand the process of crossing over. If the Forces that Be were kind, the remaining three moons would collide simultaneously with their planet and its annihilation would be swift. She prayed for a quick end . . . for the sake of the workers. The force of the first moon's collision was deafening. The floor trembled beneath Lyria's feet and the sounds of destruction became louder and louder. She quickly looked down the corridor and saw Stirih holding Pyasia tightly, rocking her back and forth and whispering in her ear. The hysterical ululations of the workers as they met their agonizing deaths outside filled her heart with excruciating sadness. "Oh, Nirih," she cried softly, "Please don't let me be alone. Please let me spend these last moments in your arms." She turned back toward the Great Door. "Please, Nirih. Come to me . . . . . now." The door began to glow an iridescent orange. Lyria's violet eyes opened wide and focused on the center of the door as she waited impatiently. The orange became a flaming red as the door finally opened and Nirih moved slowly through it, followed by Yanah, his assistant, and the other scientists. An intense bright light surrounded Nirih's perfect form. "I am sorry, my love," he said. His voice emanated both sadness and frustration. "We have failed." Yanah walked over to Lyria, his head lowered in dejection. He couldn't look her in the eyes. He was afraid of what he might see. "I am so sorry, Lyria . . . . so sorry." Lyria reached over, put her hand under Yanah's chin and gently raised his head. Their eyes met. She noticed a single tear trickling down his cheek and knew that he blamed himself for the accident which caused the asteroid to alter its course and travel directly into their solar system. "Do not blame yourself, Yanah. What must be, must be. For some reason, the Fates had allowed this to happen. You have no control over that. You were chosen by Nirih because he believed in you. You have not let him down . . . Nor have you let me or the rest of us down. We do not hold you responsible. Do not disappoint us by giving into the illusion of guilt. Rise above this and learn from the sadness of this experience. Do you understand what I am saying?" Yanah glanced over at his mentor. Nirih smiled and nodded his head in agreement with Lyria's words. His form pulsated and radiated with love for this being whom he thought of as a son. The other Quandrant Leaders bade their farewells and disappeared down the corridor to return to their homes and loved ones . . . for their final moments together. Lyria raised her hand and touched the side of Yanah's face. "Be strong, dear Yanah. You have learned much . . . and you have many more experiences ahead of you. Know that our love and support go with you." "I'm not sure I deserve it, Lyria, but I thank you." "Believe her, my son," said Nirih. "You are very special to both of us. You have been a good friend as well as an excellent assistant. We will not forget you." Yanah let out a deep sigh. "Thank you, Nirih. I must go now so that you and Lyria can be alone together. Yanah raised his right hand. Nirih did the same. As they touched their goodbyes, a brilliant white glow radiated from their forms. Yanah turned to Lyria and repeated the gesture. "May the Forces that Be protect and guide you, Yanah," she said. "And you, too, Lyria." Within an instant, Yanah was gone, leaving Lyria and Nirih alone. Lyria was pleased that Nirih had lowered his vibration as a final gesture of his love for her. She gazed into his eyes and brushed his cheek with the back of her palm as she had done so many times in the past. The din of the workers' screams echoed in her ears. She tried to shut them out, but they seemed to reverberate louder and louder to a point where they almost drowned out the sounds of the moving sidewalks as they crashed into the ground. The building shuddered and tilted. Lyria rushed into Nirih's arms. "Oh, Nirih. I was so afraid that I would not be able to see you again. Please, hold me tighter." Just then a wave of anxiety rushed through her. The animals . . . .how they must be so very frightened . . . and Kandel's little baby was just one day old. As usual, Nirih read Lyria's thoughts. He held on to her tightly, and together they raised their vibrations and teleported to the Great Forest where they found Kandel and her baby huddled, shivering inside a small cave. Once again they lowered their vibrations. Nirih picked up Kandel and Lyria cradled Kandel's baby in her hands, holding it close to her heart. She glanced off to her left and saw that Yanah was there, in the Great Forest, as well . . . . He was surrounded by many of the Mawuvian animals. Pasca, the Owl was perched in a tree above him. Nirih looked into Lyria's eyes. "I have loved you more than I thought any being could ever love, dearest Lyria," he spoke softly and tenderly. He reached over and brushed her cheeks, enjoying the softness of this beautiful being he had shared his Mawuvian life with . . . . .then he ran his fingers lightly over her lips. Lyria smiled. If only she could lock this memory and all of the memories of their union in her heart and have the ability to recall them at will. But she knew that was not possible. She would have to savor these last moments for as long as she could and hope that they would be able to share another existence together. "And I have loved you . . . my dearest friend," she replied, "more than I could ever tell you." Nirih smiled. "You were right to choose these human forms," he said. "It is most appropriate for our final moments together on Mawuvia. We shall leave as our forefathers came.." Tears streamed uncontrollably and silently down Lyria's cheeks. Nirih brushed them away. "What is this?" he chided, gently. "We should not be sad. We have participated in one of the greatest experiments of all. And what we have learned here will assist us in creating other worlds. . other experiments . . . . All in all . . . I would say this has been a Grand Experiment . . .. And, I am blessed to have been able to experience it with you." "I know that what you say is true, Nirih . . . " said Lyria. "And I wanted to be so strong. I wanted to be everything you ever expected of me. But I can't help feeling sad. I shall miss you. I shall miss "us." I shall miss our home . . . I want to be with you still . . . when we cross over . . . but I know that this isn't possible . . . that we have our unique contracts and paths. But nothing will be like it has been here . . . on Mawuvia." Once again Nirih gazed intently into Lyria's eyes. "You are what you are, Lyria. Do not ever forget that. You do not have to change to please me. You have pleased me greatly by being what you are . . . and by giving me your love. Do not worry. We will always be interconnected. Accept what must be . . . and remember that I will always do my best to guide you whenever it is appropriate to do so and according to your divine will and purpose." Kandel began to cry and reached out towards her baby. Lyria understood and quickly placed the baby next to Kandel who was lying in Nirih's lap. Kandel wrapped her paw around her baby and began to lick the baby's face. Tears streamed down Lyria's face. The animals were always so loving and gentle. They did not understand what was happening but she knew that they, too, sensed that the end was near. She cupped her hands over Kandel and her baby . . . a feeble attempt to shelter them from what was about to happen. Then she gazed into Nirih's eyes. Their forms began to vibrate and a brilliant white light encompassed them, joining them into one solid bright light of shimmering energy. "We are One," said Nirih. "We are Love." "We are One," repeated Lyria. "We are Love." "Our love shall protect and guide us wherever we may choose to BE." The ground trembled. They could hear the sounds of the pyramids as they crashed, destroying their homes and laboratories . . . their libraries . . . their Source Rooms . . . . their Music Halls . . . . He would miss it all . . . the work and his friends. He would miss Yanah, his student and his successor. But, most of all . . . he would miss his beautiful, beautiful Lyria. A strange sensation filled their heart centers. It was that all-knowing presence of impending change . . . . .that same peace that one feels when it is time to move on from one existence to another. "The end is now, my love," he spoke solemnly. Lyria could not speak. She knew that what Nirih was saying was true, for they truly were One. "I love you, Lyria," his voice filled her heart center. "Peace be always with you." "And with you, my love," Lyria said. "I shall always love you. I shall always remember the joy of your touch and your smile. May the Forces that Be protect and guide you to that perfection that you so rightly deserve." "We shall be together again. This I know," Nirih responded. "I promise that it will be so." "Yes, Nirih. I know that . . . .now." As the two radiated with love, their aura became brighter and brighter and they began to rise up from the planet, with Kandel and her baby safely in their field. There was a
final, deafening explosion. . . Mawuvia was no more! |