Stand Down
by
Mark Landau
This is dedicated to our return.
Bloody hell, stand down! Stand down!
The Wachowski Brothers
There is great need of magic in this world, as evidenced by the popularity of fantasy and science fiction,
for most real magic has been banished beyond experience. But it cannot be killed.
It only waits upon us for its perfect return.
Chapter 1
At the center of our galaxy rests the Great Central Sun. Twelve massive stars surround him. This is the Council of Twelve, the supreme and highest council. In these stellar orbs dwell Beings, Beings who are one and two, male and female, both and beyond.
The Great Sun links with his counterparts at the center of each galaxy, with the Great Great Central Sun at the center of our universe and with Source. And he communes with the Council and, through the Twelve, with all the stars and planets of our galaxy.
Each solar system has its gods. But these are the great gods of our universe, second only to the Highest Dimensionals and the One.
The light there, of course, is brilliant. But more intense is the love. The Beings hang there in space, basking in it, smiling. The Twelve bathe in it, as they all amplify, celebrate and glorify what pours from Source through the Great Great Central Sun and through him.
Close by dwells the Great Vortex, the Yoni of our galaxy, the Great Black Hole through which our galaxy sprang forth and to which it will return. This eternal Womb of the Mother links to all the Great Yonis at the center of each galaxy, the Great Great Yoni at the center of our universe, all the dimensions and all the black holes in our galaxy.
Someday, our galaxy will be swallowed up in her and All That Is will again be pulled into all the Great Yonis and return to the Void to then rest and come forth, once more, renewed.
Each Great Yoni links to each Great Sun.
At the End of Time, it will thus be the honor of each Great Sun to be the first to return to Source through its mate. All else will follow.
***
Alvar dwelt as one of the Twelve.
The supreme awareness, the nectar of the Gods, emanating from the Great Central Sun, so close, was the highest sustenance the galaxy could offer.
As one of the Twelve, there was ‘work,’ there were things to attend to, but that happened almost automatically as part of the outflow -- adjustments and balances to flow out to all the worlds of the galaxy, stepped out from star sector to star sector, finally touching everything.
But ninety percent of awareness could simply attend to the unparalleled richness and intensity of the manifest love flowing in.
Alvar rested in space, simply hung there, drinking it in as he communed with the Great One, their consciousness conjoined, the secret, nuanced emanations of the Great Central Yoni, intermixing with and mystifying, balancing and softening, the intensity of sun love.
How long did this last? How many eternities? How many majestic galactic rotations?
Time there wasn’t, but it also was.
And so time came for Alvar to be replaced, to relinquish his star body and become a creator.
Creation was embarking on a great experiment -- a new world, unlike any before.
Four of the twelve were to leave the galactic center to help fashion this new world. Each was to split into their male and female halves to work with an aspect of the world and its matrix. With Alvar, went Hantu, Amarya and Marnak.
Their souls floated out from their stars. They saluted the incoming ones as they blinked out of the center and reappeared as their two halves outside the solar system that was to be their new home.
Alvar and Gaia, Hantu and Vayu, Amarya and Marya, Marnak and Selena hung in space looking on the beauty of this small star and its system.
It was quiet here, and desolate.
They were here to bring life.
The glorious intensity of divine love, so thick at the center, hardly was. But it was here, deep in the background instead of the forefront.
For five solar rotations, they simply hung in the interstellar gas beyond the heliopause, gazing at the different worlds of the system -- gazing, loving and bonding.
Then they entered.
***
The earth was molten lava, with some rock, hard and barren, the beginnings of oceans and a volatile atmosphere. Volcanoes, rising and spewing, and tectonic ruptures were raising mountains in the land and islands in the waters.
Alvar and Gaia plunged into the earth. This was their domain to kneed and prepare.
Hantu and Vayu took to the atmosphere. Theirs was to embrace and harness the ever changing violence, to make the waters to expand the oceans.
Amarya and Marya plunged into the waters. Theirs was to work with the currents and the ocean floors and to weave life into the tidal pools and the hot vents below. In the times to come, they would have many names, such as Poseidon and Amphritite.
And Marnak entered the sun as Selena entered the moon.
For several billion earth years, the entirety of the Mineral Age, as the others did their work, Alvar and Gaia moved through the rock, lava and surface of our world. They formed and fashioned the minerals and gemstones, hewed and arranged the tectonic plates, prepared the soil for life to come.
Much love and care was spent in fine tuning the structural matrices and vibrational qualities of the mineral kingdom so that the mineral-angelic connection would be of the requisite, strong but nearly imperceptible quality needed for the role this world would play.
The mineral song would have to be so quiet, that only a few of those to come would hear it.
And, with heartbreaking beauty, Gaia and Alvar called in the devas, the subtle, exquisite angelic beings, each to inhabit and work with specific mineral and gemstone families.
Often Gaia would inhabit and fashion the core as Alvar would work with the nagas in the mid-range and surface. The intensity of it reminded her of the Center. The exquisite crystalline shell of perfectly aligned iron atoms, the small, inner sun of the sweetest plasma and the portal at the center to the higher dimensions and the other worlds, were a fit abode for the gods.
And Alvar sought and created the great earth energy temples, putting the devas to work to fashion the sanctuaries and pillars to anchor to the core and pierce to the sky the requisite lenses to focus through her meridians the divine energies of Earth, the heavens and the higher dimensions.
As the Mineral Age yielded to the Age of Flora, each of the eight remained in their place.
When the world was ripe and the soil ready, all eight came together to fashion the first ferns to come forth on solid ground.
Marya and Amarya had long been creating the plant beings of the sea, the single-celled and the plankton, the algae and the seaweeds.
With them, they brought the most precious parts of the ocean flora as the eight sang and weaved the helical tendrils of life into earth.
Then each went back to their place. And for another two billion years, Alvar and Gaia nurtured the explosive growth of the plants, trees and foods our world so generously gives us -- so copious a variety that, even now, we have not met, learned and named them all, and with such treasures in each one, that we have not grown to appreciate one one-millionth of what they continually, silently offer.
For much of this age, Alvar and Gaia switched places, with Alvar more and more in the core and Gaia more and more at the surface.
And, with the plant devas, what a garden they created! What a celebration was the coming of each new species and its angelic muse! What multitudes were coming forth into being!
As the Mineral Age brought forth the ocean flora, so the Age of Flora brought forth the fauna of the sea. For it is from the waters that life springs forth.
But what was decreed for the Age of Fauna brought the first shadow to Alvar’s heart. He was to inhabit the sun while Marnak would reside in Earth’s core.
Selena was to stay with the moon, while Gaia would nurture the plants and animals at Earth’s surface.
But how could this be? Alvar had spent centuries apart from Gaia doing his work while she did hers. But they could always meet, conjoin, be one, whenever they wished.
This would be different. This would cut off one from the other for however long it was decreed.
Being a sun was his nature. Being one with half his being was not. The sun and moon could conjoin at the times of perfect ecliptic alignment, as Marnak and Selena always did. But the sun and the earth could not. Selena was not his half. So Marnak and Selena, too, would be cut asunder. Only the gods of sea and air would remain whole.
What was the purpose of this, to sow darkness into this pristine world?
To this moment all was perfection.
What exquisite beauty they were creating! What opulence! Very few worlds in the universe could match it. Most worlds had one creator pair, and that pair not of the Twelve. Was all this to turn this jewel into a dark world? Why would four of the Twelve be used to create such a one? What was the inner meaning of this? And why was it held from them?
So shadow, division, jealousy and doubt were born in our creators.
But it was glorious to be a sun again. And Alvar shined down on everything with all his might. He could, at last, conjoin again with the Great Central Sun, not directly, from such super-saturated closeness, but still, through star link to star link, from afar. At least in the beginning. But no knowledge was given.
The eight gathered as the first sea animals crawled on land and later, as the first mammals came into their development. But Gaia and Alvar, Selena and Marnak, did not conjoin.
In their few, brief moments, Alvar asked, ‘Why this division? Why are we not enlightened? Is it to fill this system with longing and shame? Are we to forget who we are?’
Gaia had no answers.
***
In the beginning, it was good.
As this system’s only sun, Alvar shined in every direction. But Earth was now the gods’ purpose, so his gaze was always turned there. Later, gods would come to inhabit the other orbs, but Alvar did not know that, nor did it matter. Earth’s development was all there was.
So in the beginning, there was balance and harmony. Any shadow of imbalance could be pulled through Alvar’s solar body to flow through the star links into the body of the Great Central Sun, there to burn into light through the grace of our galaxy’s greatest star fire, and from there to flow back to Source.
The only times of pain were the times of alignment, not when Selena was hidden from him, on the other side of Earth, but when she was perfectly placed between him and our planet.
This was when Marnak and Selena would conjoin.
For a billion years, Alvar would turn away at these times and gaze out at the farther reaches of the solar system and our universe. He would not unite with Selena/Marnak.
Two whole beings, conjoining, was a sacred act of communion, pure and perfect in the eyes of the universe. The coming together of two halves was the same.
Uniting with a half that was other was not completion, it was the semblance of completion lived by the lowest orders in the dark worlds, the halflings, those who began and ended their existence incomplete. That was the travesty of perfection that was lived there.
But then, near the midpoint of the Age of Fauna, in one instant, Alvar’s connection to the star links and the Great Central Sun was cut asunder. It was as if the Great Central Sun were turned off in an instant.
Alvar’s soul was shattered.
So this was to be a dark world.
In all his time as one of the Twelve, responsible for millions of stars, billions of worlds in his star sectors, communing with the Twelve and the Great Central Sun, Alvar had never known such a thing. It was not done! And there was no warning, no foreknowledge, no hint given that such a thing would happen! They were allowed to create this precious flower, so rich in its variety of life, not knowing that it would be cut off from all that was divine in the galaxy.
For the first time in Alvar’s existence, he knew panic, for he had been formed to be one of the Twelve. He had not evolved into that existence as some of the others had, as Marnak had, coming up through all stages of evolution, even from a dark world. He had never known any other existence until coming here.
How could perfection, balance and harmony be maintained? How could the inevitable arising shadow be dissolved?
When Alvar was Earth god, Marnak was their link to the galactic core. No disharmony could last. Living perfection was maintained.
Why was this breach made? Why was it made while he inhabited the sun? Why was it made when he was divided from Gaia? Could it really last?
But he knew with certainty, even though the knowledge had not been given him, that it would.
Alvar knew of the dark worlds, knew their purpose, knew they were meant to be cut off from the star link pathways. But none of them had been created in this way. They began as dark worlds. They were never connected to the star links, never part of the pathways of light, never one with the Great Central Sun. None of them were created with one of the Twelve, let alone four. They had all been created by the lesser gods. None of them began as such a perfect flower.
This was beyond his knowing.
But there was nothing to do but continue his work.
When the small shadows on Earth arose, he would pull them into his body -- not through it and the star links, to be dissolved in the Great Central Sun and Source -- but into it, there to be held where some of it would burn into light, but more and more to store, to hold within so it would not disrupt perfection on Earth. In his star form, darkness grew and gathered in strength and intensity.
For millions of years, Alvar continued to turn away from Selena and Earth at the times of alignment.
At these special times, great portals would open in space and divine, celestial energies would come pouring through the universe, for it was at these times that the Elders of the higher dimensions, even up to the Twelve of Twelve, would perceive and seed our own dimension with their higher energies. This was when they beheld Three and gave of their grace.
The conjunction of many whole beings, of two halves was a sacred act at these times. The coming together of two non-halves was not.
Alvar had never known isolation. He could not connect with the star links. He could not conjoin with the Great Central Sun. He could not unite with Gaia.
He had never been half. He had always been whole, always, as a whole being, communing with the Twelve and the Great Central Sun, with the stars in his star link pathways, with the worlds in his star sector. Even in Earth, Gaia had always been near, always available.
He had never known this aloneness, this halfness, this incompletion, this great hole in his being. He had never stored more and more darkness in his perfect body of light.
He knew both he and Selena desperately wanted union, that they were experiencing something terrible and similar. He knew that she would not turn away, would not refuse him.
So, in one instant, he decided to turn towards her. In one instant, he decided they would be one.
And so, in the eyes of all the dimensions and the universe, Alvar knew the illicit ecstasy of what it was to conjoin with a half that was not him.
And he knew that Gaia and Marnak had long since known the same.
***
Alvar soon noticed that he was developing a strange kind of love and caring.
In his existence as wholeness, at the highest level of galactic life, he lived the richest most intense universal love that existed in the galaxy, after the unfathomable experience of the Great Central Sun.
But now certain things were becoming very dear to him, more dear than anything else. Selena was one.
And the fauna of the earth were reaching a high state of development. There were dolphin and primates, whales and wolves, deer, eagles and falcon, and the great cats and elephants. The age of the great reptiles had long passed. There was even a primitive form of man. And some of them were reaching for individual consciousness, beyond the imprint of their species.
But somehow, as he would gaze down on Earth, also grown so dear to him, it was the horse that most took his heart -- so strange to experience these preferences.
But not only was it the species that had become so dear. There was one horse, the highest, most conscious of all horses, that Alvar found himself tracking more and more.
He even gave her a name, Starling, for she had a white star on her brow. She was a noble beast, with a great heart, a large, clear field of awareness and a beautiful, sensitive body. Her consciousness was very dear, dearer to Alvar than any other Earth animal.
The greater Alvar’s shadow body grew, the dearer Starling became to him, for he was taking on more and more darkness. And more and more darkness was arising on Earth.
***
The Age of Fauna was drawing to a close. The time had come to create the Adam Kadmon. Alvar had not walked on Earth since the making of the first mammals, before he had united with Selena.
When the eight gathered they took on physical form as Earth humans, but retained their divinity. This would be a difficult but exquisite time. To be with Marnak and Gaia, Selena, Hantu and Vayu, and Marya and Amarya would be wonderful, but painful. To create the Adam Kadmon would be bliss.
The one continent had long since divided. They gathered near the eastern shore of the first southern continent, towards its southern point. The earth and sea gods brought the most precious genetic material our world had produced. Hantu and Vayu brought the spirit and blessings of the air. Alvar and Selena brought the spirit and blessings of the Sun and Moon. They would create Adam in the great divine garden Alvar and Gaia had created there. Gaia and the devas had recently prepared it. The multitude of devas would attend.
When Alvar first saw Gaia and Marnak, there was great pain in the heart of his soul. To see the gods of air and water, still whole and together, created a chasm of longing. But pain and longing soon passed. This is what was. There was nothing to be done.
The warm stone tank Gaia had prepared would look to later eyes like a sarcophagus. A hot spring beneath welled up into it. But like others, later mistaken as crypts, it was really a sacred chamber of life, a warm, stone womb ready to nurture a miracle.
It was filled with the richest, most perfect nutrient bath, divine cell food and molecules that would accelerate growth.
Together, with the help of the devas, the eight shaped, formed and sang the sublime genetic material into the Adam Kadmon embryo, the perfect physical being that would be whole, both man and woman.
The embryo soon formed and grew to a fetus, then to a baby, a small child, a youth and a young, mature being. Not only had the energies of Sun, Moon, Earth and Ocean, the atmosphere and the devas entered the form of this being, but the portals in heaven and the starlink pathways had opened, as well. The Great Central Sun and the Higher Dimensionals had participated in the creation of Earth’s first Human Being. The whole process took five days and four nights. Adam Kadmon came forth at sunset on the fifth day.
Adam was beautiful, appearing as an exquisite woman, but with a strength and depth of being that was complete, with a powerful, penetrating masculinity as strong as her receptive, yielding femininity.
She had long, golden-brown hair, magnificent nipples and breasts, a perfect delta of Venus, womb, vagina and clitoris and no sign of any external male genitalia. But within, were one precious female ovary, like a soft, living, giant pearl and one virile, sperm-producing testicle, like a smooth, divine, undulating heart, surrounded and protected by special tissues that could absorb and hold the cooling properties of certain foods and amplify them if the time of conception were meant to occur.
The sperm could swim along one fallopian tube and meet the egg in the womb or the other exquisite passageway. And Adam would never menstruate, for her body would know when it was time to conceive.
This being was totality. All things sacred and mundane were within it. The light of the sun and the moon, the stars and the galaxies, and the energies of the higher dimensions were woven through her every wave and fiber. She was like the Great Central Sun in human form. Never mind the growing darkness, the eight, the devas and all the dimensions and universe had created something glorious and new.
They left Adam in the garden, bade their farewells and went back to their stations.
For fifteen years, Adam lived the sacred, divine marriage every moment of her existence in the one divine garden created on Earth. In her third year, she gave birth to Lilith of the red hair, another perfect androgyne.
When Lilith was twelve, it was time to split Adam in two.
‘Why is this necessary,’ Alvar could not help but wonder, ‘why not a world of whole beings, each needing no other? What is this world we’ve created?’
He was no closer to knowing than he ever had been.
***
So, again, the eight gathered in the garden. But this time was different. It was a beautiful, temperate morning, but it was empty. The multitude of devas were not to be there. The portals were closed, so the Higher Dimensionals would not be present. The starlink pathways would not open. No one was there but Adam and the eight. This was to be an event of Earth alone. Even Lilith was called out of the garden for the first time in her existence.
What kind of phenomenon was this to be?
And what could Alvar do about it, one way or another, besides give of his awareness and his divine, solar energies?
The beautiful Adam entered the nutrient bath in the warm, stone tomb. Something was to be born here, but something, Alvar knew, was to die.
It was Marnak who was to reach inside and divide Adam in two.
The eight gathered around the stone vessel. Their divine powers were such that knives and bloodletting were not conceivable. Marnak’s hands entered into Adam, and Adam’s flesh parted to receive them.
But this was not a simple separation. The moving atoms, cells and organs would take two days and one night to divide, reproduce and find their proper places. Adam and Eve would come forth at sunset on the second day.
The division was about halfway through. Alvar was standing opposite Marnak towards the middle of the vessel, near the left-side waist of the dividing creature. All the focus of all the eight was on the work being performed.
But as Marnak’s hands were in Adam’s flesh, dividing one into two, something pulled at Alvar’s awareness, something momentarily pulled it away.
For eons thereafter, Alvar would try to clarify this moment, try to explicate exactly what it was that called him. But he never could.
It was a small thing that distracted him. It was, he knew, related to what happened next, but utterly different. It held a secret he knew he must unravel. It was a small mystery, containing a million worlds.
For in that next moment, as he refocused, Alvar felt a rift, a great tear in the fabric of the solar system’s integrity. And something other jumped into the world.
Something that didn’t belong here.
Something of another place that continued to belong to that place.
Something that made this place terrifying.
Something that would change everything.
Something corrupt.
If he could unravel the secret of that moment, perhaps he could set things right.
This was the seed that began to define Alvar’s existence.
This was his curse and his reason for being.
After that moment, the division continued and Adam became Adam and Eve.
It all seemed to happen according to plan.
Everything seemed to be as ordained.
But Alvar knew that everything was altered.
He did not speak to the others of what he knew.
But back in his solar body, he watched the seed grow, along with the darkness he held there and the darkness on Earth.
***
The time came when Alvar despaired.
It was one of those times when Selena was hidden on the other side of Earth.
Those moments were not difficult for him. They were so brief. But during them, Alvar knew perfect aloneness. He loved Selena, and had been one with her many times. But she was not Gaia. She was not him, except in as much as all things were him.
But this time he felt something coming, something unbearable.
More and more he had been shining and looking down on Earth, and, more and more, shadow was growing. Things were slipping, falling apart, disharmony was spreading. And there was nothing more he could do. He pulled all of it that he could into his body. But it was not enough. The collective disharmony was growing beyond him. And that thing that had jumped into the world was there, waiting.
He looked down on Earth, and could not bear it, could not bear to see the collective pain, dysfunction, stress grow any more.
So he looked away. He looked away out to the galaxy. He looked away to the other worlds.
But now, for the first time, he looked to the collective stress out there, the collective stress of all the other worlds, the collective stress of the galaxy, the collective pain of the universe.
And he saw it, like a shadow enveloping everything, not in the center of the galaxy, which was his home, but nearly everywhere else.
The magnitude of it, the depth and the darkness, overwhelmed him.
As difficult as the shadow on Earth and within him was becoming, as hard as it was now to face, it was, as if, nothing, compared to what he now perceived.
And all he could do was consider trying to take that into his body and despair, despair beyond reckoning, despair beyond hope of ever setting things right.
In horror, he wrenched his gaze away and looked back upon Earth. This was his work. He would do what he could. The dark side of the universe was not his purview.
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