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Lord Osiris, dreaded Lord of the Underworld, but perhaps something a lot more. Some believed him to be an enlightened Master who saved many people from the drowning of Atlantis.
Samuel Light, Spiritual Detective: The Shasta Caper
by John Pirillo
Samuel, a quite good looking young man in his early twenties, with a mop of hair that always got in his eyes, bronzed by the sun with eyes that seemed to go forever and Jimbo, his tall Texan friend with a build like Hulk Hogan and an appetite like Wimpy from the old Popeye series of cartoons with a mustache that seems to be alive above his lips, rather than growing there and thick fingers and reddish hair cut short in a conservative manner.
The two, quite a pair. Sedate and quiet at the moment in Samuel's high rise condo in Vegas. It overlooked Sin City below. Quite a sight at night, resplendent with animated explosions of color and sound from traffice flows that never stopped, hordes of frantic tourists eager to get the most bang for their buck every day they stayed there; and hordes of taxis squeezing in and out of traffic, striving to grab as many rides as possible on their shifts, blasting and honking at each other and cars that got in their way.
Yes. A peaceful town. From above. Below it was frenetic energy, sexual tension, drinking too much, drugging too much and furtive criminals looking for the unwary citizens who came to gamble, but were too naive to realize not all of Las Vegas was safe at night.
Metro Police marched the corridors of walkways and streets. Sometimes on horse. Sometimes on cycles and patrol cars, but always searching, striving to contain the rough edges of the city to maintain some semblance of order and keep the cash flowing.
Samuel sat on his favorite lounge chair, a striped red and yellow aluminum chair that could drop back into a sleep mode, whenever he wanted to come outside for fresh air, which was often during the hot summer. Most people stayed in their freezing, refrigerated rooms, but he liked the cold. Maybe that was because he was born in a more temperate zone where temperatures ranged up into the hundreds at times. Maybe it was because it reminded him of the lifetimes he had spent in Egypt and Atlantis as a Pharoh or Soldier, or citizen. He didn't know anymore. Those thoughts and memories all just ran together in a stream of consciousness that he seldom integrated into his daily life anymore.
Today he had been given a huge insight into his friendship with Jimbo. As a matter of fact that is why both of them were still up, staring down at the tourists below, instead of sleeping off a difficult day at its best, and a horrible one at its worst. Pretty normal for the two of them.
Jimbo had flown in from Texas, where he taught classes in Poetry and Horse breeding at his ranch in the Austin area. It took care of itself mostly, because of a great family filled with lots of wild men like him who loved poetry and horses and kept his students and clients happy with poetry and studs, as well as excursions on horseback when able.
"Figure it's like this, Sammie." Jimbo said, stirring on his couch that he had bought and installed on the balcony for his visits. Sammie never used it. It was Jimbo's through and through from the hot pink covering with paisley flowers to the soft cushions that seemed to touch the concrete of the balcony floor when anyone sat on them, which he had once, and never again.
No accounting for anyone's taste.
"We've been connected since high school. Why should it be any different bloodwise, or lifetimes wise, not that I believe in any of that pastlife horseshit, mind you."
"Course not." Samuel agreed, hiding his smile. He sipped at his coconut juice drink, then sighed. "Strange how all roads lead to Rome, though, isn't it?"
"I suppose." Jimbo nodded. "If you can believe in that crazy place that fell beneath the ocean."
"Whatever." Jimbo grunted, not wanting to go there. He loved his friend dearly, but he didn't necessarily believe in everything he saw and believed. But he did believe in what he experienced, and there had been plenty to rock the senses and his world, which didn't have normal explanations, but which he carefully compartalmentalized as having to do with their ongoing battles with the evils of this world. Not that he believed in evil necessarily, except for today, maybe a little bit. That curling darkness that was zinging at him had smelled awful and packed a powerful punch. He had felt his nine lives scattering to the winds until Samuel had saved him. Yet again.
"Samuel. Don't you figure that by now we've saved each other's lives enough not to have to make up for any more of those so-called bad ones?"
"Karma's like an ocean. You remove a drop here, a drop t here, but there's buckets more moving in to take their place."
"In other words?"
"Too much brainpower to figure out, Jimbo. Too much intellect to handle the truth. Our minds are too small to bucket such huge thoughts as trillions of past lives."
Jimbo almost choked on that word. "Trillions!"
Samuel laughed. "Figuratively speaking, of course, since we'll never be certain until after we leave our bodies."
"Oh sure, that counts for nothing." Jimbo snorted again. He grabbed a beer. Root beer in this case and guzzled it down. He preferred the real stuff, but Samuel had been convincing him to lighten up on it, since his belly was starting to pop his pant buttons and break his belts lately.
"Sure do miss my Heinies." Jimbo mused.
"You mean Heinikens."
"Something like that. Sure." Jimbo shot back.
"So now what?"
"We find your friend."
"That should be easy for you. Just put your hand on me. Right here." Jimbo said, indicating a spot on his jacket. "She touched me there earlier, before you arrived."
"No thank you." Samuel replied, sitting up, alert. "Enough psychic avalanches for one day."
"You mean one lifetime, don't you?" Then he dropped his next words when Samuel gave him that usual enigmatic look that indicated there was more popping that was being said.
"So tell me again, what did she ask you about?" Sammie asked.
"Already told you. Not a hill of beans, unless you count Atlantis and Mount Shasta in the same breath."
Samuel jerked as if struck. "That's it!"
Jimbo grabbed a second root beer, popped its top with a thumb, the guzzled it down. He belched, then said. "That's what?"
"I should have seen it. When we were together in Atlantis we had been flung from an escape vehicle."
"Your flying saucer?"
"It wasn't a flying saucer. More like a very elaborate ride without wings." Samuel elaborated.
"We had just come from a place. A holy place. One that thousands of Atlanteans were seeking for refuge."
"No, Mount Shasta. Though it wasn't called that back then. It wasn't even above the ocean. It was beneath it, like much of the States were back then. They were using the Vimanas to go underwater to the opening."
"Opening?" Jimbo grunted. "Who could build a city under the water?"
"Jimbo, those people built cities that floated in the air and had ships that could travel to the stars. Building underwater cities, or tunnels was nothing to them."
"But how could they have known Atlantis would go belly up? It makes no sense."
"Lord Osiris must have known."
"Lore Osiris. He's considered a god to the ancient Egyptians. He supposedly led the good Atlanteans from the doomed continent into the land of Egypt."
"Then how could he have built the tunnels and cities under the water?"
"Not built. Managed their construction."
Samuel got up. He headed for the screen door, closing off his condo and opened it. He looked back at Jimbo. "Time to pack."
"We're going to Mount Shasta."
"I've got a hunch."
"Does it involve us getting our butts kicked and our heads bashed in and lots of nasty creatures that shouldn't exist?"
"More than likely."
Jimbo got up and grinned. "Count me in then!"
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Samuel Light, Spiritual Detective: The Shasta Caper
by John Pirillo
"NO!" Samuel shouted from behind and raised both hands in front of him. They became white hot with power, exuding an incrementally brighter and brighter blue flame that softly curled about his body and his arms, making him look like a living bolt of lightning.
The blue curls of light shot forth and collided with the swirling darkness before it could strike Jimbo.
Samuel shook himself. He was laying on white hot sands in some kind of desert area. It took him several moments to regain his senses and realize he was no longer in the hospital. He stood up slowly, his whole body shaking from the effort. It was then that he noticed his right arm was swollen and black with poison.
His name was Rama Ananda Dey. He was a High Priest of Atlantis. He looked down and saw that he was wearing an outfit of pure white, or rather what had once been pure white, but was now stained with blood and oozing poison from the wound on his right arm.
His feet were open sandals enclosed in a kind of metallic cloth that kept firm, even though it was soft enough to rip with the hands. He looked up and saw an overturned chariot. A Vimana the Indians called it. It was tilted in the air at a right angle, its side almost touching the burning white hot sands of Atlan's sea shore. For it was the sea he was next to, but burning. It was in its last throes before it would sweep back swiftly into the distance, then come rushing back with an earthshaking roar to engulf him and all of Atlan or Atlantis that stood behind him.
The Atlanteans referred to themself first as Atlans, then Atlantians. The last was a vulgar term coined by the barbarians who were overthrowing the once majestic and powerful land.
He shook with exhaustion and fever. He had enough power left in the crystal in his left hand to heal himself, but saw no purpose to it. He could never use the Vimana again. Its power source was corrupted by the fallen one who lay about ten yards away.
He lay there, a blog of animism and anger. Once a powerful and good friend, but who had fallen to the Dark Side of the Light and used his magical powers to ensnare and enslave those less powerful. He had gained a lust for power and his anger had thrust him into a war that both sides of Atlantis would eventually lose.
In their last years the right and the left had fought with each other viciously, striving to become the dominant powers in the nation of Atlans, but finally the political battles had ceased and then the real world war had begun.
The liberal Atlanteans had sought the aide of the Yellow Skinned ones to the East and the conservatives the Black and Brown skins of the West. They had striven nation against nation with mighty and powerful weapons...most built in Atlantis that had scarred the lands forever and thrust the majority of the world into an approaching ice age.
The final battle had been done this very day when he had to fell the man who had once been his brother and best friend. Lei Mand Dey. A beautiful man in every way. Not a woman alive could ever turn away from him, but he had never had enough of women or power. He always sought more, and when he learned his brother Rama was rising in the Great White Brotherhood of Light he sought to follow, but instead of following the course of Light, he had quickly managed to secretly pervert it.
At least he thought it was. Rama had seen the direction his brother was heading and done his best to prevent him, to stop his thrust of evil, but, in the end it had been a useless gesture and the man had fallen pray to his lust for power and now that the last missiles of dread were homing in on Atlantis to sink it forever and the vast oceans rose in fury to engulf it, it was over once and for all. Long live Atlantis the fallen, he thought bitterly.
He went to his brother's side and slumped next to him.
His brother's eyes opened, but he could not move. He had fared worse than Rama. "I can't feel anything any more." Lei had said.
Rama gently rubbed his brother's forehead with soothing white force. His brother's face cleared and his eyes brightened. "I never was as kind as you. Nor as wise."
"Wisdom is earned. Kindness is from the heart. One day you will have both." Rama had told him, smiling.
Then the roar of the returning sea caught both men's attentions.Their heads averted to watch the skyscraper waves rushing at hundreds of miles of hour to where they lay on the burning white hot sands of the beach.
"Will it hurt, brother?" He asked.
Rama shook his head. "No, I will release us before it strikes."
Rama sat down the rest of the way and took his brother's limp right hand between his own. It cost him a great deal of pain, but pain was coming to an end in any case.
A blur of white energies began to emerge from his skin and bathe both of them.
"I feel better now." Lei said, even his breathing becoming more even, instead of ragged and pained as it had been."
Rama felt tears in his eyes. "In our next lives we will learn to love one another."
"You mean I will learn to love myself." Lei said with the hint of a grin, a roguish grin that his brother remembered so well from when they had both been explorers together.
"Yes. That is so." He told Lei.
"I like the sound of the rain." Lei said, his eyes closing. "I think I can rest now."
"Sleep well, my brother." Rama told him, gathering the hand of his brother against his chest, feeling the pain in his arm burning like a torch through his heart. He felt the pain, but also the love for his lost friend and brother.
Why men such as they had to struggle so hard to become what the Light intended he did not know in this life, but perhaps one day.
Then he felt a great shadow rising above him.
He looked up and smiled at the great tidal wave already dropping towards him and his dying brother. "Long live the Light!" He said gently, then...
Samuel struggled to hold onto the doorway where he stood with the intravenous line still dangling from his arm, his butt exposed in the rear from the nightgown he wore, his whole body shaknig.
Jimbo sat up from where he had fallen and rose to help Samuel.
"Brother." Jimbo said, the pain in his eyes obvious as he helped Samuel back to his room. "We really got to get better jobs."
"I agree. Brother." He said with a smile laugh, knowing that Jimbo had no idea he really meant what he was saying...literally. For Jimbo had been the brother who had fallen to the Dark side of the Light and risen anew, like the Phoenix from its own ashes, to become the roguish Texan who never let him down.
He smiled inside himself. "I guess something's never change. We're still getting our asses kicked by the world."
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