As Above, so Below

Arram was enjoying another solo escape soaring magnificently through the snowcapped ramparts, breathing in the fresh cold air and feeling the earth’s sun on his reptile skin.

He loved doing that, even if he was forbidden to. He always stayed within the treaty zones, mostly over volcanos. If someone ended up here, they were looking for dragons! He always thought. These areas are remote for a reason. Besides, it was off-season, and most research clusters had minimum capacity. With hardly anyone being curious this time of year, calls for more adventures; within his limits, of course.

He loved going low and fast, dodging the peaks of the mountains and circling the ice walls. Never too low, he couldn't risk it, but on this particular day, things changed.

Arram rested on a mountain with his eyes closed as he listened to the sound of nothing. He thought he should head back soon before anyone found out he was gone. As he got up to stretch his enormous wings, he heard something. He paused to listen, and as soon as he heard it again, he could find its direction.

He could see it in the distance, something red moving on the snow covered forest. It was a forbidden curiosity he was moving towards. Still, he felt something needed his help. Without much thought, he used his wings to glide closer.

He got close enough to see it was a tiny human with a red coat and long rosy hair. She was small, around 3 years old. Crying her eyes out in what seemed like desperation.

Arram froze in position so she doesn’t notice him. His heart started to beat faster than ever as he tried to figure out what to do. He was not to go near humans, but he never saw anything like it. He couldn't believe he could even stand that still under the circumstances.

How did she get here? He wondered as he scanned the terrain for footmarks or anything that would give him some clues, but there was nothing for hundreds of miles. Nothing but this tiny human with golden red hair that almost had a glow. He stayed and observed her for a while from far enough away. The more he watched her, the more he tried to understand how she got there. It was literally impossible for someone that small to figure out how to live all the way here.

She shivered as she sniffled the last bits of her cry. There was no way Arram could leave her here. There was no one around, no one to take her to. She would die from the cold out here. Where is she from? No way could he take her with him, no way! He continued to wonder.

He positioned himself close enough to breathe some warm air her way. Just enough to keep her from freezing. He looked at her as the sun went down and wondered what he could possibly do with her. He can't take her back to town; he is a giant dragon. Even on this dark night, he would be caught, turning the worlds inside out. Another option was needed.

As she got tired and closed her little eyes, something extraordinary happened that startled Arram and sent him flying behind a mountain. He rubbed his eyes to see again because things like that just don't happen in this world. The magic in this world is well hidden.

In the darkness of the night, the little girl's strawberry hair started to glow. It started faintly, a very soft flicker, and as it got stronger, her golden hair twisted together in the air and raised like a snake about to dance to the flute of its master. It was a slow trance wave her hair twists did, and then suddenly, Arram saw something he had never seen before.

A small electromagnetic charge formed at the end of the little girl's hair twists, soft and wavy. It was flowing softly with the hair for a while, almost like looking or maybe sensing something. It completely mesmerized and terrified Arram as he watched them closely to see what would happen next.

In the most magical way, hard to describe in human language, the little girl's twists found what they were looking for and plugged into the snowy earth. The charge went deep into the ground, forming a luminescent glow around the child as she slept. The luminescent glow connected the earth with the sky. A rare glimpse of the dancing Antarctic auroras also appeared for the magical show. They danced a delicate, wavy dance of enchanted greens in a dark sky. On this particular night, the extraordinary spectacle was dancing along a strong wave of multiple shades of purples intertwined with the greens.

He watched in complete amazement. This child, he was convinced, is not from this world. As far as he knew, he was the only privileged being to connect with both worlds.

He was pacing around, trying to think, trying to get advice from his spirit guides. He was the only one out there, and there was no… absolutely no way to get anyone involved. His spirit guides are not even reachable here.

This kind of thing simply does not happen; if it did, the King would have to be involved. He would have to make contact with them, which has yet to happen in centuries. That is forbidden by all living beings, as above - so below, as within, so without. He knew the rules; he was just privileged to bend them. Bend them but never break them.

This would destroy entire worlds.

It was certainly not the time to shake up mother Gaia like a jar of marbles. She was frail due to centuries and centuries of continuous human negligence. Gaia was in the process of her own transforming. Her mission was untouchable; the alteration was well on its way.

It was happening ever so slowly but speeding up lately.

It was becoming challenging to keep the worlds apart, which was intended to be forever before this child. After a long mental and deliberate hibernation, humans woke up to the truth, brought upon in all kinds of magical ways; they wanted the other worlds. If that wasn't enough, the powers that seemed to seek world dominance were also fascinated to open Pandora's Box. The most significant treaty on earth that kept the secrets deeply secret and the worlds deeply divided was being questioned. It was inevitable.

Arram was not just anyone. He knew The Great Cycle was coming. He knew the superhumans would emerge and the integration would occur but he did not want to be the one to flip that massive table upside down. Not this Dragon! He thought.

He flew fiercely fast for hours, letting that cold dark air really pierce through his gills as he tried to make sense of everything. He was frustrated but had to focus on who he was. He wasn't a boy now; he was a man of many great gifts and powers…. many gifts and powers. He was his first spirit guide after all.

That's it! He finally realized his decision would be royal and he would stand tall to the consequences. He confirmed with brave confidence.

Back at the child, Arram studied her as he watched her sleep. Even though she appeared to be a humanoid creature, was she from this world? The only reason he would think it's a human creature is that she looks like one and cries like one, but in the middle of a snowstorm, she sleeps peacefully while her hair is magically charging to the…. below, and purple auroras dance… above.

There was no time left for his adventure; wasting time staring at the human girl was no longer an option. Right at dawn, he had to execute a plan. Right at dawn, he had to return.

Arram extended his enormous wings and prepared himself. In a few swift and incredibly fast movements, he grabbed the girl with his long legs, wrapped her around his right leg, and took off into the cold sky. The girl screamed until she turned red in the face, but you couldn't hear anything that high in the air. When she realized how high she was, she tried to calm herself so she doesn’t fall. She stayed still as much as she could.

She stopped crying; there was no reason to cry; she didn't know why but didn't feel threatened.

Over the hoary white mountains, they flew towards the morning sun. The trip wasn't long; there was just a specific route that had to be taken to dodge any living things in the outer world. I can just hear it now, he humorously thought as a thousand butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He had to find the humor in this because it would not be pretty, that was for sure. The King is going to be upset.

Finally, Arram and the child land on the side of a mountain no human has been in this lifetime of existence. It was a cave-like entrance on the side of the hill. It looked like stairs were once there. Long and steep stairs that traveled around the mountain and followed to the valley. Those stairs were broken and hardly visible anymore but it was his secret portal.

He carefully placed the child on safe flat ground as he landed. He tucked his wings way in himself to make plenty of room for her to walk on the steep side of the entrance. He figured she should walk in front of him down the steep, narrow steps inside the cave that will lead to the city. The little girl was silently cooperative. She landed and stood there quietly for more direction.

Arram, the dragon, would not fit in the second part of the trail leading to the underground city, not physically anyway. It was time to shapeshift. The shift happened naturally as he got lower down the steps and closer to the city below. This physical shift occurred because the atmosphere changed; everything changed as they got closer.

They walked deeper and deeper into the different ecosystems and, more importantly, a higher dimensional state of existence than above. The child did not fight what was happening. She walked carefully down the barely lit steps that got smaller and smaller. As they walked down further into the new atmosphere, within a few quick blinks of an eye, Arram was back to himself.

The child looked back at the dragon and couldn't believe her eyes. Arram had slowly and mysteriously shifted into a man. A very tall man with an angelic face, white as a dove, and blue eyes that sparkled like rare tanzanite in a stone mine. She was deeply taken by his looks and new presence in a way she did not understand.

She frighteningly and passionately stared into his eyes, mesmerized and utterly amazed at who he was, an enormous dragon one minute and which he transformed to be. He stared right back at her in shock! She was so amazed that she did not realize what was happening to her own body… her brain. She was shifting from child-like theta states of conscious existence to feeling things she had never felt. The child started to think and process more as she stared at this magical being.

Simultaneously as Arram was shapeshifting back to himself to make it back home, he stopped to watch the child physically change. He should have known she would change under entirely different atmospheres, just like he did. But he could not believe his eyes; he watched her little body enlarge and transform from a little child with red braided hair into a woman. A tall woman with long curly red hair, loose and flowy, looking dazzlingly at him with her piercing bright emerald eyes.

"What is happening?" she asked as she trembled.

Arram heard her but was unable to speak. He just looked at her, and she just looked at him. For the first time ever, natural cohesive thoughts flowed through her brain as a sudden woman transformed from a child and developed a memory. This memory was more than one; it was everything. She remembered so many things it was hard to understand. The young lady stood and looked at a man she felt something for she didn't recognize. A stranger she felt deeply connected with.

Standing there, between worlds, a man and a woman were looking at each other, but an elusive clock was ticking to get going. Arram had to take control. He gently grabbed her hand as he messaged trust me into her eyes. She somehow accepted and went on to follow him down the steep stairway. There was no talking; it felt mutual that they needed to think more than talk. Arram carefully watched after her as she passed small obstacles and dark corners.

He played the scenario back and forth in his head, how he would explain everything to the King, and nothing made sense, not even for him. Up until now, Arram was enjoying all the amazing bodies of mother Gaia, inside and out, without much care or real consequence. Up until now, that is, because now there was no turning back.

At last, they were there, at the end of the stairs of the deep cave. A whole new world below suddenly appears at the end of one world above. The young lady examined it in amazement; it was nothing like the old world. Before they could enter the city, he felt he needed to brief her, but he wasn't sure what to say. She could already see it was entirely different for her, but she was handling it well. He took hold of both her hands and looked into her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, my lady; I will take you somewhere safe where we can figure things out," Arram said sincerely, and she agreed to follow.

They stepped into the city, and suddenly they were on zero gravity air! The vehicles - the people, or were they something else. She saw humans, and she saw other creatures. Arram guided his lady towards a simple black vessel that seemed to disappear from the outer earthly perception and appear again at its desired destination. And so it did.

Arram helped the lady out of the vessel and guided her inside a gargantuan palace that felt as the center of the earth, incredibly bigger than anything else she noticed so far in the underworld. Her mind was still confused about who she was and what these memory downloads meant. She followed him inside the fortress.

As they made it into a white living room full of clear quartz, Arram sat her down on the pink velvet love seat, pulled up a chair, and sat in front of her. There was no more room for awkwardly avoiding talking to her; it was time to talk.

He looked at her and smiled. "I'm Arram."

She acknowledged and let him continue.

"My father is the King," he said, but before he could continue, the King walked in!

They both suddenly stood.

"Oh heck Son, where in the heavens and hells have you been?" he said playfully but concerned.

The King noticed the woman and was struck by her but didn’t get why, like he knew her. He stood before her, bowed, gently grabbed, and kissed her right hand. She bowed back with a gracious smile.

"I really need to talk to you, Dad; this is a big one," Arram said as he guided the King to sit.

The King was not a serious King; he was a joyous King.

"Oh, what could you have possibly done this time, my darling? Bring a lady from the world above?" the King said, and Arram froze.

They both stood up again; Arram and the woman stared at him with surprised looks. She was confused, but she could sense this was big. The King was in obsolete shock!

He explained the honest truth to his father; that's the Kind of relationship they always had. Arram was his only living son; the rest, along with the Queen, were lost in the last reset. The reset closed the massive gates between the worlds above and the worlds below, ions ago.

Arram was the only Prince of Tarta and had the only key to both worlds.

He discovered this privilege as a child; he climbed the stairs, he found the portal, and he discovered his power to shift into a massive dragon with silver gills. The King would never take that from him, it was an inherited gift he got from his mother, but he had rules. He knew the rules.

The young lady listened as the Prince explained to the King and tried to understand herself. She was a child in this other world and now here. There were memory downloads, but they were confusing. Some information was dark and hard to look at.

She tried to think so hard it started to hurt her head. The young Prince noticed and immediately stopped what he was doing. He took both her hands and looked at her emerald eyes.

"Where were we?" he said and smiled. She timidly smiled back.

"Show the lovely lady around. Sounds like she will be staying a while, so settle her on the cosmic wing… any room she likes," The King said with his joyous smile.

The handsome Prince took the young lady to her new quarters. She looked in amazement at the spacious rooms made of precious stones, woods, and metals. She couldn't help but stare at life outside her window. Magical living things flew peacefully in the air. It all felt peaceful. There was just one thing missing, her identity. The Prince read her mind and knew what he had to do.

"I know exactly where we need to go," he abruptly stood up from the loveseat in her new bedroom. He knew where to take her but felt he needed to explain some things.

"This world is not like the world I found you in. Tarta is biblically what your world calls heaven. That's why the worlds were deliberately divided, and Tarta was hidden away… literally tucked away from your world. Heaven, well, something like heaven…."

"Why?" she asked.

"Tartarians were once beings of your world that came from all over the galaxy. They had to escape the last reset…" he felt like it was too early for all this earth history.

They walked through the massive hallways of the palace, and she marveled at every little thing. Everything was beautiful and lavish but slightly dark. Tarta did not have a sun; the natural lighting from the earth was luminescent. She noticed that outside, the natural light was coming from every living plant and tree. It was the touch that made everything magical.

They sat in the garden to wait for the vessel. Arram couldn't help but look at the young lady with long curly thick hair. She looked like a Norwegian Viking Woman, he thought and smiled at her. She smiled and blushed.

"There is something dark about my past that I don't understand," The young lady said.

"Ah yes, I don’t think it's as dark as you think… um, I can feel some things about you. Everyone here has strong spiritual abilities, so I am pretty clairvoyant; I can feel a lot about you…. feels like knowing….." Arram got lost in her eyes and caught himself.

"Let's leave it up to the experts. In a few, we will transfer to the Akashic Record Library where expert researchers, psychics, and mediums can assist with accessing and interpreting your own Akashic record."

Her emerald eyes got wider than ever, and she jumped in excitement. At that moment, Arram wanted to hug her and get closer.

The Akashic Record Library was gigantic. High ceilings and mesmerizing artwork depict a strange story about life's evolution from the top to the bottom of the large stairway to what seemed to reach nowhere.

In the directed suite was Madam Mathosa, a very ancient medium of both worlds trained to reach information from anywhere in existence. A distinctively old woman with delicate features dressed in a pure white cotton cloth and covered in clear quartz beads. She welcomed them with open arms. They explained their story and asked the Madam to perform her spiritual knowledge. With her angelic demeanor and soft voice, she began to explain the process.

They sat around a small table with their eyes closed. There was a black luminescent rock in the middle. A unique stone to trick the divided energies and bring the Akashic downloads through from the world above. It took her a while to get connected, but she started to look concerned once she did. She opened her eyes but closed them again, hoping no one noticed.

The information she received was not standard, but the Madam did not want the young lady to panic. She sat in silence while waiting for the complete download but mostly thinking about how she would reveal all the information.

"Cyra, is your name, my darling1 q" she said quietly to start.

"Cyra! I love it!" The Prince said excitedly.

Cyra felt a wave of relief and cheerfulness to have a name but anxiously awaited more. Madam Mathosa was quiet and seemed relaxed. She took her time, breathing heavily and softly.

"Cyra, you are a rare diamond, my beautiful girl." Madam Mathosa began her reading

"You were a love child of two special Nephilims, my darling. These were fallen angel descendants, children of the watchers born by beautiful human women and…. other cosmic entities some called angels. These were what your outer world called demons. Tainted children that were supposed to be wiped out of extinction during the great flood'."

She paused and looked at the beautiful Cyra.

"During the great flood, your parents fled deep into ice-cold lands. They held you close in their arms for years as they embraced the terrible storm. Frozen and buried, you and your parents stayed for thousands of years. They didn't make it, they weren’t meant to but they ensured you would emerge from the ice when the time was right."

The Prince of Tarta noticed the emotion going through Cyra. He reached for her hand and held it firmly in front of his chest.

"So you're telling me I was buried deep in the layers of the earth preserving?" she said.

"Preserving for this exact time, my darling. It was time for you to leave the above world because that world is about to experience another reset. More of a multidimensional integration connecting all the worlds" Madam Mathosa said as she slightly lowered her voice.

"I knew that was coming," Arram said quickly with a nervous laugh.

Madam Mathosa explained Cyra's Nephilim parents and their divine mission on earth.

"The mission was similar to our King here; in fact, the King has the same divine mission, but I will let him tell you. He knows you are coming to lead this integration between the worlds above and the worlds below.”

Cyra was joyously emotional to know about her past. Most importantly, she wasn't lost and was meant to be here in Tarta.

Arram got close to her and lovingly helped with her tears.

"You are like a divine angel, a warrior, a child of something finite." He said, humbled.

"Welcome to Tarta Cyra! I have been expecting you. The suppose time is near” The King said over evening dinner.

He got quiet, staring at nothing as if he were revisiting the time he had with her Nephilim parents. Revisiting their time together- and the promise they made for themselves, the earth, and humankind. Everyone was quiet but pleasant, thinking about the life changes and where they are today.

The magical reunion of some of the watchers, the hybrid children, vowed to preserve the truth and real love. In unspoken words, the King told the story.

Tarta. Cyra, the most beautiful survivor of the darkest split on earth, was where she was destined to be. She felt divinely blessed.

Cyra, loved her life at Tarta, living at the palace with the King and spending countless moments with the Prince waiting for the great awakening. It wasn't long before Arram and Cyra confessed their love for each other, and before you knew it, they were united in a magical divine matrimony.

Their mission continued. They had to be there as the watchers and assist the above world as they underwent the most significant transformation they've ever seen in the history of existence on earth. They will emerge at the right time.

As we all wait, the white dragon expands his enormous wings again and soars through the white ramparts, this time with the Duchess of Tarta.

As above, so below.