Chapter 1: The Return – Hallowed Be Thy Name (The Mecca Series Book 1)

Chapter 1:  The Return

     Standing outside on the terrace of the old hacienda, a breeze passes across my face. Nature is awake and so am I.  I look to the sun rising above the distant mountains.  It is a quiet morning.  I have returned and nothing seems the same.  Beautiful indeed, but nothing is really the same.

     I have seen so much and what I now know in my heart and in my mind exceed everything that is before me.  Nothing is the same because nothing is what it seems.  Here everything was different. 

     Staring at the horizon, it felt as if the clouds held a secret.  A secret about how things really are here.  The clouds above the mountain look like fluffy pillows for weary angels, but they are simply mist—vapors.  And this is exactly what I could expect from earth.  I could expect things not to be as they appear.

     Now, I know what I must do.  I can’t say it will be easy.

     I didn’t think I was ready to tell my story but here I am about to bear my soul.  However, after the events of last night, the Council of Elders sent word to me that They say it is time.   My heart concurs.   My mind, well, it is filled with questions, doubts, and fears but I have learned how the mind can play tricks on you if you are not careful. 

     Have I completely mastered the mind?  Some will say yes and I would say not quite but I’m getting there.   I will say that I am a bit unnerved by the unknown.  I will also say I will not let fear stop me.

     I take a deep breath and look out at the beautiful valley.  It is so beautiful–so beautiful that it was almost intoxicating.  Realizing that I am procrastinating again, I step in from the terrace.  My mind tells me there is no point in prolonging the inevitable.  I have to tell my story to the others so they can be prepared for what is about to happen, really what is already happening.  Those days are soon to come and it will take immeasurable bravery for us to do what needs to be done.  I need them and they need me.

     Before I can begin to tell my story, I must contact Jai so that he might know what happened to me—to us.  I know he will be confused by it all.  I was too at first.

     I take a deep breath and picture Jai in my mind’s eye. I could see his innocent face so clearly, at least the way I remember it.  His strong jaw line and deep brown eyes always let me know how strong he is despite his innocence.  Strength is what we need.  Strength is what the entire human race would need now.  No more classism based on socio-economic status. Oh no.  The entire human race needs each other now. 

       With this certainty clearly on the forefront of my mind, I know I have to muster the words to explain to Jai and the others what has been happening to us and how we have been lead astray by them.  I take a deep breath and silently thank the Creator for saving us from definite doom.  Had we not found the Programmer to write the code for the Chamber Without Walls and discovered the passage which lead to the Crystal City, we would have stood and defended and fought fervently for the wrong side.  And yes, we would have destroyed our own people and our own destiny.

     It is no longer an argument for me.  Jai has to be told everything.  I know I have to be the one to tell him. 

     As always, I have to be very careful how I delivered my message to Jai.  I place the eight crystals in the shape of an octagon on the floor of the empty living room inside the old hacienda.   The crystals consist of one quartz, one diamond, two amethysts, two aventurines, one cat’s eye, and one dolomite.  I step inside the octagon wearing natural all black fibers and holding the chrysocolla crystal on my necklace while speaking words of power just as the Programmer had taught me.  

     The activation of the crystals sounds like a mixture of static and waves crashing in the ocean. In seconds, the sound slowly dissipates and the Chamber Without Walls emerge.  While the chamber reads my aura and essence to identify me I continue to speak my words of power.  Taking a deep breath and waiting with assuredness, a screen appears and the beautiful face of Zineb, my Oracle, comes to view.  As my joy intensifies her full physicality materializes before me.

     In full physical form, Zineb smiles at me. “Hello, Mecca Ayashe Symonds,” my Oracle recites my entire name.  “I am Zineb.  I am your Oracle.”  She emphasizes the word, your.   Before my return to earth, each of us had our own Oracle specifically assigned to our essence.   It had been mandatory for each of us to have a guide and comforter.  The Programmer specifically designed each oracle with the ability to read our essence and aura.

      “Hello Zineb, I am grateful for this time with you.  I wish to send a message to Jai.  Do you feel who I am talking about?” I pause to wait for her answer.

     “Yes, I do,” Zineb says.

     “It must be delivered in secret,” I say. “What must I do?”

     “You have infinite possibilities, but you have the frequency to match five choices Mecca Ayashe Symonds.  You may mail a letter to Dominic who will have good intentions to deliver your letter to Jai and risk interception by your enemies before delivery to Jai.  You may email a letter to Jai and wait 9 days before he reads his email, the letter will be altered by your enemies and it will be too late for your message to reach him.  You may visit Jai in his dream tonight and disturb his subconscious by which the end of the next day he will have two déjà vous encounters and will wait one day to meditate on it and his subconscious will create 14 synchronicities which will cause Jai to seek you for answers in 32 days.  You can wait until Jai develops telepathy in 19 days after training but he cannot do training until he gets your message and accepts his destiny, not a viable option.”

     I laugh at this one.

     “I make humor without intention,”  Zineb says.

     “Your most viable option is to tell your story to Jai as you tell the others and in the same method you will tell the others.  As your wisdom tells you, you must go to Eidos tonight as you sleep in the chamber.” Zineb said with conviction.

     Eidos, I hear her words but traveling to Eidos was not always my favorite thing to do.  However, in the two years I have been privilege to know Zineb, I have never questioned her foresight because her foresight was connected to my own soul.  It has always been truth.  I will not question her now.  She has never failed me.  “I accept the most viable option.”

     “Then, you must sleep inside the chamber tonight,”  Zineb informs me.  “You have one hour to prepare. She pauses and looks to her left and then looks back at me.  I know when Zineb looks to the left she is sensing my emotions and when she looks to the right she is reading my thoughts. “I sense discomfort in your essence, Mecca Ayashe Symonds.”

     “I have to tell my story to the others.  I am perplexed by my emotions.  I am also a bit….” I could not finish the statement.  I do not want to say afraid because that is not true. 

      “You are emitting the vibration of…” Zineb pauses for three to four seconds. “Shame…” she pauses again.  “You are ashamed of past deeds.  You must not be ashamed of past deeds you have a renewed essence now with a new name.  Your essence is now one with The One.  You no longer live in the bowels.  Your humanity has been restored.  Your soul is audible to you.”

      My joy and ecstasy returns immediately.  I do not want to feed my enemies’ strength with shame, shame that is no longer mine to carry.  I fully understand what Zineb meant when she said I no long “lived in the bowels.”  She meant the low places of my mind from which I am liberated. My purification has been quantified and computed by the Programmer who gave me complete access to my truth and who I am.  I am now convinced I am stronger than ever. 

     I decide with unwavering certainty to use my strength to get the message to Jai and just as importantly to tell my story to the others.  Why am I so determined to tell the others my story?  I am relentless because my story is their story.  The story of how the Benevolent Eleven came to be, how I was born Myra Porter and became Mecca, their leader. 

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