Where is your beginning? What is your purpose? The Ancient Ones began our family’s life on this planet with a very clear purpose. The ensuing lifetimes of subjugation, survival, conflict, and despair took a great toll, and the Divine plan receded into the mists. Throughout time, inspired ones came to restore hope and vision. Some were heard and most were ignored. Finally, our story is told through Myra and Tuma, Dana and Jerra. Our mission emerges Out of the Shadows. Their journey to restore truth and purpose will enable you will find your own.

Out of the Shadows

The Ancient OnesBy Sharon Riegie Maynard

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2009 Sharon Riegie Maynard
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ISBN: 978-1-4401-4441-7

Chapter One

Passionate crowds roamed the streets of Tyree. The city's instability had brought the government's policies into question and citizens with a range of opinions clashed and fought. Mobs ruled the outlying districts with no thought of penance. This afternoon was moderately calm. The Rycur, policing authorities of the Tyreans, filled the area as the Greater Council met to debate and decide possible solutions.

Since early in Earth's history there had been recurring cycles of imbalance. Periods of stable growth were followed by major downfalls into conflict, fear, and anger. The eruptions would demolish much of what had been accomplished. This fall created vulnerability that affected everyone including societies in close proximity to the Earth.

Myra stood behind the grandiose columns of the great Earth Council Hall, Tuma's arm around her. In all of Earth's history there had not been a more momentous time and this day was the pinnacle. She regarded the scene before her. Every particle of her light body was alert as Myra stood silently sipping her beverage. As a guest from the world region seven klicons from their home star, Myra had come often to help balance the energy fields. The current mission had included another agenda, to remind those on the Earth of their original plan. This plan had been long forgotten and hidden in the shadows of corruption. Today those on the Gegfad mission had proposed to the Council that they be allowed to extend their visit and begin teaching the citizens of Tyree. Those whose vested interest was in power and control were outraged and had incited riots.

Suddenly shouts followed by loud clashes came from the street a stone's throw from the Court area. A small group at the edge of the Court's garden hurled rocks into the crowd and then scurried into the safety of a small enclosure of trees.

Myra moved closer to Tuma as they watched the police converge on the crowd in the streets. With clubs and swords they were forcing them to break up. Protesting citizens fled into the alleyways.

Emotions had even erupted amongst the Council during the discussions. Anxiety filled the air of the Council enclosure. Myra reacted to the disruptive energies, the whispered tones, animated gestures and sober faces by moving closer to Tuma. She closed her eyes and silently transformed the heaviness around her.

Unlike the Tryrean's desensitized bodies, the vibrations of the light bodies on the Gegfad mission were keen. They felt the subtlest energy disruption. The essence from Home flowed through each of them. It carried information and a sense of love that kept them connected and stable. Because of the artificial systems within the Earth citizens, their energy flow from Home was limited and disjointed. It was one reason for the recurring imbalance. With the uninterrupted flow between those on mission, what one experienced, all experienced, what enriched one was enriching to all. It created a strong sense of Oneness. Myra knew that it was critical to the Gegfad team that any hint of the heavy, negative energy be quickly cleared from their fields. Otherwise, Earth's energy density would cover their subtle vibrational breath and endanger them as it had the Earth's.

Myra turned to Tuma. He was scanning the garden and the streets, occasionally looking at the doors of the Council Hall. When he sensed her watching him, he turned and smiled.

"I am thinking about the excitement we had about this planet," she said softly. "Do you remember how carefully the Galactic Council considered ideas to get our family out from under the parasitic ownership?"

Tuma nodded.

"How ironic is it that here we are still facing the same situation. We are still trapped by Outsiders committed to usury, greed and power regardless of it's cost to our family."

"Ironic and sad," Tuma replied. "Just imagine where our family would be now if our plan had succeeded. If our first families had been able to identify and remove the parasitics with just a command, simply by the right to command." Tuma shook his head. "It was a magnificent plan."

"Well, this would not be happening," Myra said, gesturing to the streets.

"Nor would this debate," added Tuma. "How can we hope to awaken the consciousness of our family while they are trapped in body suits crippled by the parasitic Outsiders? No one knows what level of awareness is needed to counteract the re-engineered systems or if it is even possible."

Sensing his weariness, Myra stepped closer to gather his hands in hers and shift the energy.

Chapter Two

Myra heard voices coming from the streets. Far away at first, the sounds came closer until she could hear chants louder and louder, "Send them home, send them home, send them home." A few within Council moved together as if in agreement to the chant and turned to look toward the various groups of those on mission, including Tuma and Myra.

She turned toward the sound and the back of her neck prickled. Tuma moved to stand between her and the crowd, pulling her close. Myra shuddered.

He closed his eyes, moved his attention to a central place in his mind and blocked the heavy vibrations. Myra felt the energy lessening and glanced up into Tuma's eyes. How she loved him! Together they dissolved the frequencies before they could impact the energy fields of their group.

Tuma kissed the top of her head but they both sensed the growing restlessness. Myra scanned those on the streets. Their fists were raised as they shouted and shoved others who seemed to disagree. She noticed one young man. He stood out, blond, taller than most. He moved with the agility of a cat, in one group one minute and quickly shifting to incite another group the next. He seemed to be purposely weaving through the crowds fermenting conflict, not conflict directed at himself but between others. And he often pointed out the groups of guests Myra realized, pointed at them, at Tuma and at her.

Myra was not surprised but intrigued. Often those who worked to keep the citizens angry and fearful did their work in secret. Here was one in the light of day, one she could observe with different eyes. So she closed her eyes and shifted to her etheric vision and looked out over the crowds. There they were-the Outsiders. Unseen by the citizens of Tyree, indeed all Earth inhabitants, they became clearly visible in her sight. They had so invaded the space around this young man that they were directing his actions, speaking their words through his mouth. They looked out through his eyes. Myra could see their soul agenda of greed, power, and their lack of emotion.

As she looked through the chanting crowed, she saw the parasites attached to others. She realized that this was happening because the First Family's mission had been detected. Those influences of control were what had kept Tyree enslaved in limit and fear.

Myra shifted her vision and opened her eyes. She looked out over the crowd gathered in the Council gardens. She knew many of the assembled citizens. She knew their powerlessness, frustration and fear. The Earth had been in the clouds of escalating negativity since the mission of the First Family was discovered. Myra knew that the way back to their original state would require great determination. Would they remember that they were the ones who could choose and change? Would they remember that their future and the life or death of the greater family rested solely in their hands? She wondered, as did Tuma, if their consciousness could be awaked, would be strong enough.

Growing restless, Myra placed her cup on a small garden table and smiled at Tuma as she moved away from him. Maybe the fact that the Council's deliberations were taking so long was hopeful.

When the proposal from the Gegfad's High Priestess Dana had been presented it was vigorously debated. By fostering fear, greedy individuals with parasitic influence had free rein in Earth societies and this plan could end their control. One of the Chief Ministers, Minister Lucas, was especially outraged. Power and greed was central to his life. Undoubtedly he was ruled by parasitics similar to those she had seen in the street. She had often seen their eyes flicker through his.

Myra walked over to a garden bench where she could watch the doors of the Council Chambers. Thinking over the morning, Myra could see Dana. Her speech was designed to spark whatever in Tyreans memories was not dulled by negativity or locked into denial.

All in the room had been transfixed as Dana spoke. She gave no hint that she was aware of the forces against her, indeed, against all of them. However, those on mission knew that her words would trigger anger within those the parasitics controlled. The Gegfad members continually dissipated energy disrupted by the Council's reactions.

Dana had spoken clearly. "We trusted the courageous and creative nature within you, our Galactic family members, to have the strength and determination to accomplish your mission. You were the ones who volunteered and gave your word. From a deep love and vision, you heard the plan and said, "Yes!"

"We did not intend Earth as a place for judgments or duality or war. There was great attention to make a way to remove such influences before life expanded on this new planet. By testing the manifested forms to identify those that would constrict and take away life we would have been free of these influences. Tyree was to be a city of joy and beauty."

Several members of the Earth Council had nodded. Others smoldered with anger. Anxiety and doubt rippled through the Hall. Heavy energy had darkened the room until it was cleared by those on the mission.

Dana had turned, her hand sweeping to include all in the Council as she said, "You are the leaders. How are you leading out of the darkness to implement that Divine plan?"

Then she had paused.

"By divine decree, life on this sphere will always call forth form from word and thought. In this way it will also manifest hidden energies. You can help your people break free of control and transform fear. Their right is to live on this planet in abundance, joy and free will. We offer to stay and help you awaken the consciousness of truth, of purpose and clarity."

Myra sighed and closed her eyes at the memory.

Then, a collective energy shift jarred her back to the present moment.

She looked out over the people. The doors of the Council Chamber were being pushed open as members of the Greater Council moved from the chamber. The robed members filed down the corridor and into the Hall. Those who had wandered into hallways or gardens quickly moved back to their places.

Myra looked toward Tuma and glancing past him she noticed that even those disrupting on the streets had halted. Fists dropped to their sides, quiet whispers replaced shouts as all attention was on the Council members.

The tall young man had moved to stand close to the garden enclosure. The former frenzy replaced with silent confusion.

Myra moved to walk in with Tuma. "Do you think that they will be willing to let us stay and mentor them?" she whispered to Tuma. He tilted his head with raised eyebrows as if to indicate that he thought it was not likely. Stay and assist the transition or go back to their home.

Everyone stood until the Council was seated at the dais facing those in attendance. Any clues as to the outcome of the vote were veiled in the stoic faces of the Council members. Gyra, the leader arose. He was a large man. Myra had come to appreciate his sensitivity to the problems within Tryree. He walked with awareness and was accustomed to political negotiations. Compassionate use of his power and influence had earned him a place of respect among those on mission.

"Speaking for the Council, I want to thank all of you who have been with us during the long hours of debate and discussion. Clearly, this matter is important to you as it is to us.

"I speak to our guests from regions beyond our Earth. There has been much spoken here this day of our beginnings. We appreciate and respect your information. We have contemplated the matter of our future with great attention. Our decision did not come easily."

Gyra paused, cleared his throat and lifted a paper from the table. He looked stooped, Myra thought, weighted with the magnitude of this matter. Before he continued she felt a sudden jolt in her abdomen. She knew the decision.

He took a deep breath and began reading. "It is the decision of the Greater Council of Tyree that those who have shared with us their ways are now to return to their homes. We extend our gratitude for the balancing of our energies and for the exemplary way they have lived among us. But, the course we are on is the one we will pursue. We find no reason to change its direction at this time."

A ripple ran through the Gegfad members, a shudder, and then an acceptance. Myra saw the arrogance on the faces of those Council members who very powerfully manipulated attitudes and perceptions. Half-truths, flattery and outright deceit had swayed the vote. Then, Myra looked at her friend, Dana. Wisdom etched the high priestess's face while sadness filled her eyes.

Myra heard shouts and screams from outside the Council Hall. Through the wide windows she could see that word of the decision had reached the streets. Running, fists thrashing the air, the tall man was again frantically moving through the crowds knocking down any in his way. The smaller groups became a mob with the Rycur authorities trying to maintain control.

Myra turned back to the Hall and caught a glance between Council member Lucas and Dana. Lucas looked smug, lips curled in a smile of triumph. These two leaders represented the extremes of the Earth's energy, parasitic unbridled greed to control and love. Myra turned and looked out of the windows to the streets, the riots, the shouts and screams. So who had won and what had really been lost?

Chapter Three

Stones crashed onto the shields and helmets of the double lines of Rycur forces. Gathered at a rear door, they had been charged to assure the safe exit of members of the Gegfad mission. The streets boiled with clashes between Tyreans angry that the guests were leaving and crowds of those who wanted them gone.

Dana had sent word through the Council Hall and gardens for those of the Gegfad mission to quietly make their way to the conference room at the northwest corner of the Council Hall. Myra silently moved toward the designated room exchanging quick good byes with Tryrean friends. The once welcoming city was deteriorating into an uncontrolled mle.

As she approached, she could see Tuma watching from the conference door and together they went into the room. In a short time, all Gegfad members were there. The mood in the room was somber, insulated against the disruptions on the street.

"Well, my friends," Dana began. "I am so proud to be a part of this amazing outreach. Your commitment to radiate the true nature of our family despite all cynicism took great courage. You have left a legacy of compassion, grace and peace that will be remembered for generations.

"We have two hours to gather our things. Our ships are standing by and you will have Rycur escorts for your safety. There will be time for discussion later but now we must hurry. Leave quickly and I will see you all onboard."

Myra and Tuma went with a small group out the back of the garden moving into the shadows of the trees at the edge of the crowds. They had almost cleared the second street when they heard shouts and running feet. Myra turned. Through the spaces between the guards she saw the tall blond man running toward them hurling stones and screaming his anger. For just a moment, she looked into his eyes, eyes filled with parasitic hate. Then the Rycur guards blocked his way.

As the ships moved away from the Earth, the intercom signaled for quiet. Those on board each ship stopped their activities to listen. The intercom crackled and the voice of Jerra, the High Priest of their mission, came, "My dear friends," he began. "I greet you from the Galactic Council, the Masters and your brothers and sisters of Light. Our greater family in worlds beyond Earth are aware of your efforts and of the vote by the Tyrean Great Council.

(Continues...)

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