Chapter Five - "CHILDHOOD"

Five

CHILDHOOD

Kassandra in Italy

From our abodes in the etheric city of Elysia, we, the Arkadian Masters, had always kept a close eye on Kassandra’s developments on Earth. Unbeknown to her, we had been observing her right from the day when she was conceived. She held the Key to kick-start the evolution of human beings into an immortal species. Her stellar heart kept the frequency of unchanging, eternal love. If she could learn to maintain her heart-signature in the face of adversity first, and eventually in a romantic relationship, the constant drone emitted from her Blue Flame, which is the Key, would activate the cells of many humans into evolution. We could detect her frequency easily when she was young and her mind was pure. Her core signature was perfectly sounded in harmony with the Universe’s Ancient Tune, which meant that our girl was capable solely of love, wisdom and bliss.

Indeed, Kassandra’s days on Earth had started according to the Plan. The incarnation she had chosen was meant to make her remember her True Identity. She was the Star Woman who was going to act as a midwife in the rebirth of humanity into its higher self. Her memory was so accomplished that she could remember this in any place at all times, consciously or at least subconsciously. To facilitate her progress, we had opted to give her an easy start in life, although her good luck would often be challenged by the Dark Forces. And while it was true that she was programmed to become invincible, that wasn’t necessary the case for the people in her life.

She was born into the aristocratic Morgante family in Turin, Northern Italy, on a cold February morning in 1968. Her mother, Laura, was one of the most attractive women that the region had produced in recent decades. She loved power and status. Her father, Count Lorenzo Morgante, was a gentle soul with a sensitive temperament, if somewhat weak. Love was all that mattered to him, despite its impracticalities. Indeed, he had been disowned by his parents the year before Kassandra’s birth. They didn’t approve of his choice of a wife. Nevertheless, he had been left with a sizable estate, much to his calculating wife’s relief.

Snow was falling in Piedmont when Laura gone into labor. The Star Girl’s parents had made sure that their baby would open her eyes and lungs to the material world in the best private clinic in the city. A perfect, fat full moon was hanging in the sky, governing the Life Force tides that had made Kassandra’s birth coincide with such an ideal space-time junction. When the time came, the event was broadcast on etheric screens across the Island of Arkadia.

Kassandra’s human mother had also timed her child’s conception with great care and according to the esoteric knowledge that she possessed. She wanted her baby to be born at astrologically relevant coordinates. She was sure that her offspring was special. Throughout her pregnancy, Laura’s already sharp psychic abilities had reached previously unchartered heights. She could channel us, her otherworldly visitors, with great ease now. We had clearly informed her that the baby she was carrying was indeed a girl, and a Star Child at that. Laura had immediately thought of calling her baby Kassandra, in honor of the ancient prophetess who had tried to help humanity. This time, this Kassandra’s predictions weren’t doomed to be ignored.
“My baby, you will be different”, the young woman kept saying. “You’re going to bring more Light into this crazy world”.

The girl was to be born on Valentine’s day, just like her mother, who was sure that the spirits had been guiding her every step of the way. It had always been like that with her. Her life was in the hands of her superhuman allies. Except that sometimes she wouldn’t get our messages clearly. More dangerously for the Prophecy, and more often than we had hoped for, she would also be guided by the Dark Forces and their Dark Lord.

From the moment Laura had met Kassandra’s father at a skiing holiday in the Aosta Valley in 1964, her heart had been set on marrying him. He was rich, which was important. But he was also almost as handsome as the man she believed to be the human embodiment of Lucifer: Mr. Robert Harker, her guru and the leader of the Circle of the Flame, the secret sect that she belonged to. Of course, she couldn’t even fathom seducing the leader: they were kin in the Pact of Light. Lorenzo was the perfect candidate to satisfy her longings for love and the ways of all flesh. Incidentally, the dashing Mr. Harker was an old acquaintance of ours, and we also had been keeping an eye on him for quite some time.

When Laura and Lorenzo met, the Count fell for the local beauty on the spot, as all men normally did. He started to pursue her heart relentlessly during that holiday in Courmayeur. He couldn’t get over how stunning she was, a cross between Sofia Loren and Brigitte Bardot, but with the elegance of Grace Kelly and the quirky charm of Audrey Hepburn. She made him think in stereotypes, his mother would say, which wasn’t a good sign in her opinion. Still, he knew that Laura was a combination of the Goddess Archetypes, and could have easily won the contest for the most appropriate representative of the beauty ideal in 1960s Italy.

Laura knew how to use her charms to perfection. Being a war orphan, she had had to rely on her physical attractiveness from a very young age to make her stand in the world. By the time she was 21, when she met Lorenzo, she was already one of the beautiful people of Turin. Her face was often in magazines, pictured with her arm firmly clasping that of a wealthy industrialist or a wine producer. Nobility had always attracted her. Why? She knew that she was no ordinary woman, and that she had an incredible ability to make things go the way she wanted. She had made a pact with Lucifer, the Light Carrier - she had given him her soul. In return, she would always get what she wanted. She was after the best life possible, the most intensively active and alluring existence available. When she saw Lorenzo, she knew that she had to marry him and become Countess Morgante. It was a shortcut to more power.

When Lorenzo proposed, the Morgantes refused to welcome Laura into their family. They couldn’t believe that their son and heir had opted to tie the knot with a pauper. Rank was all to them. Yet, even without their blessing, the couple married within a year in a small private ceremony. It was 1967, the Summer of Love, when Laura, appropriately, became pregnant. Everything was going exactly as she had intended. The adepts of the Circle of Light insisted that the child was the Chosen One. What they didn’t know was the full scope of Kassandra’s Power, and her True Origin. They only guessed it, if imprecisely.

The geographic location of Kassandra’s birth, Turin, had also been carefully chosen by our Arkadian Council. Piedmont’s capital was immediately favored due to the history and mighty energies that characterize the place, known by esoteric adepts as the City of Magic. It stands on the cusp between good and evil, indicated by the small obelisk half-hidden by trees in a square called Piazza Statuto, at the perfect latitude of 45 degrees. Legends recount that, with Prague and Lyon, Turin is one of the corners of a White Magic Triangle. But it is also on the corner of a Black Magic Triangle, alongside London and San Francisco. It is no surprise that one of the most famous fortunetellers of the past, Nostradamus, had once lived just a few hundred meters from the square.

Turin’s power stems from the position of the junction on which it rises, on a magnetic axis among Earthly currents. In Roman times, the area where the square now is had witnessed the trial and execution of thousands of criminals, degenerates, and even a few innocent souls. As it lay outside the original walls of the city on the west side, and there were no cemeteries, it was also the place where bodies were often dumped outside the walls in the ancient necropolis.

Today, a Gothic fountain rises in the square, at the spot where the gallows once stood, near a manhole covering a series of underground tunnels. The angelic statue at the center may seem innocent enough for the onlooker who lacks in esoteric notion. It represents a lovely angel with a five-pointed star on his head and a feathered pen in his right hand. The angel soars majestically above boulders stacked with several souls, suffering in torment below. Although the monument was supposedly built to commemorate the workers who died while digging the Frejus Tunnel in the Alps, we, the Arkadians, were the true inspiration behind its design. In actual fact, the monument is an allegory of the difficulty with which humankind tries to conquer the True Knowledge, represented by the angel with the star, who is a Venusian like ourselves.

The presence of the star, a symbolic and magical emblem at once, would actually act as a reminder for Kassandra of the purpose of her life on Earth: to make humanity immortal. The fountain is said to hide the “Door to Hell”, and the winged figure on top is seen to be Lucifer, the most beautiful angel who fell to Earth after his rebellion against the Creator. It is an interesting fact that the fountain actually rises on Turin’s contemporary ‘hell’, its sewage system. As symbolized by the statue, every human life does indeed hold the potential to either choose to open the ‘door to hell’ or walk into the Garden of Eden. This depends on the decisions one makes, and how these bring those who make them closer or further away from their True Identity.

Kassandra’s subconscious could use the statue’s symbols at once to remember her True Identity as a Star Woman on Earth, and that the Star Seed in humanity was ready to be born. In its majestic simplicity, the monument encapsulates the Ancient Venusian Prophecy, and indicates that the struggle of humankind could soon be over, once the Star Seed awakens in the human species.

We, the Arkadians, don’t have any concept of good and evil because our minds are unified with the Mind of Creation to smaller or greater extents, according to our Ascension Level and Function in the Goddess Games. Humanity, however, still classifies reality in a dichotomous way by categorizing things by opposites, as belonging to the Light or the Darkness. What humans don’t know, and we do, is that anything that happens in the Darkness is not real: it is an illusion projected by the ego. Only the Light is capable of True Creation, of True Experience. The rest are the irrelevant details of the ego’s lies and constructs. Kassandra’s human incarnation meant that the illusion of mortality and suffering would one day soon be wiped off by the evolution that the Star Seeds were to cause on Earth.

The girl was born to be the Star Woman who would open such a momentous evolutionary dance. She was a Magic Child because she was a Child of Light, a being who is still perfectly aligned with her Identity as a Thought in the Mind of the Source. Arkadia was happy in those early days of her life.

Her childhood was blessed by all the luxuries available to a girl born under affluent circumstances. She was already fluent in French and English as well as her native Italian, like all members of the Morgante family. Her young life was spent between her family’s city apartment in Turin and their country mansion in the Asti region. She had many toys and mates to play with. Her best friend in the city was Letizia, the daughter of her parents’ accountant. And when she was in the countryside, Kassandra would spend most of her time with another aristocratic kid whose parents owned a villa near her parents’. His name was Rufus Hughes, the second child of Lord and Lady Hughes of Sussex, who passed much of their leisure time in the beautiful wine region. Their older daughter, Ruby, was at boarding school in Scotland. While their son was still too young to board, he was tutored at home, just like Kassandra.

Our Star Girl loved her English pal. She thought that one day they would marry, just like her mum and dad. By the time Kassandra was four, dad had to spend a lot of time away from the villa. Mum was often sad and mysterious. And when her parents were together, they often argued over something that she could not quite understand. She didn’t worry about it though. She had other things on her mind. Like showing Rufus and Letizia how to speak to the clouds, or feel the loving energy of a kitten, or listen to the stories that the rain could tell her. Her two friends taught that she was funny, and her imagination was wild and irreverent.

Lord and Lady Hughes had become very close friends of her mother’s. They shared Laura’s passion for metaphysics. And they always treated Kassandra with great affection and gentleness. She could notice how they always changed the way they spoke, and how they made their words sound sweeter, when they addressed her. She didn’t quite understand why, but she liked it. Mum was becoming less affectionate with her, and more troubled every day. So Kassandra welcomed spending more time with her neighbors. She had a feeling that her parents might decide to separate. Mum would hate that for sure. The young girl had heard her say some crazy words to her dad once.

“If you think you can leave me, be very scared, because it’s either life with me ... or death”.

Although Kassandra’s heart knew that her parents’ souls were only playing games, the little girl that she was hoped that they would nonetheless stop.

Darkness Strikes, May 1972

Kassandra was four, and she was quite sure that she was the happiest girl in the world. She had recently discovered her favorite past time: reading everything about all forms of life on Earth. She could do that effortlessly and at great speed, and was always surprised that grown-ups thought that she was precocious. She was curious, that was all. And she had invisible friends who had been whispering magical sounds in her ears for as far as she could remember.

When she was still three, she had told them that she wanted to learn to read. She had little patience and couldn’t always rely on the adults’ willingness to share some play-time with her. The ‘invisibles’ had shown her the symbol for each letter of the alphabet, projecting images in the air around her. Kassandra had learned them all in one afternoon, and by the following morning she could already read a story from her favorite comic, although a bit slowly. But she was a fast learner, and by the time she was four, not even a year later, she had read her way through many children’s classics. She understood full well that every fairy-tale dealt with the obstacles in the human psyche that hamper the evolution of the human brain. At that young age, however, she couldn’t quite put it into such scientific terms. She had a gut feeling, that’s all. She was already starting to understand that human beings are partial and that she was somewhat different. If anything, she felt and knew that she was a complete, fully evolved and fully functioning human being. And that she was quite unique.

That afternoon she was in the Hughes’ rose gardens with Rufus. She was trying to teach her friend how to catch a glimpse of the spirits who lived in the blooming flowers. The trick involved doing a little circular dance and then stopping, keeping very still and staring at the roses in a relaxed manner. The roses, she insisted, wanted to send their guardians, as they called them, to meet the kids. Rufus couldn’t see anything different. The roses were still just roses. Perhaps he didn’t know how to relax properly. Then, all of a sudden, a bolt of jittery energy encircled his body as his mouth erupted into belly laughter by its own volition. Contact was made with the fairies, it seemed. He was surprised.

The effect of his encounter with the rose fairies only lasted for a couple of magical seconds. It was interrupted by the arrival of his father who looked concerned and even more serious than normal. The kids turned towards him with puzzled faces. Was he angry at their game? Had they done something that wasn’t allowed? That couldn’t be the case. They always thought that Rufus’s dad was as much of a kid as they were. Something else was the cause of his concern.

He greeted them and then went over to Kassandra, picked her up in his arms and kissed her forehead. He then gave her a long, sad look that made her feel that he was very likely hiding something. Then he put her down and proceeded to ruffle Rufus’s hair.

“Time for tea, children”.

The girl and the boy picked up the dolls and cuddly toys that were scattered on the lawn, and toddled behind Lord Hughes to the courtyard, where Lady Hughes had prepared all sorts of afternoon treats for their stomachs. Kassandra was surprised to see that her mother was no longer there with her friend. Perhaps she had gone to take a nap, after all that crying.

“Has mummy gone home?”, Kassandra said.

“Your mother had to go to Turin to be with your dad, pet. You are going to spend the night with us until she comes back”, Lady Hughes said.

For some reason, Henrietta Hughes couldn’t look the girl in the eye as she was speaking, and kept staring at her feet. Kassandra was even more puzzled now. Dad had stormed off at lunchtime, slamming the door behind him, after another argument with mum. She had heard the sound of his car’s engine in the courtyard, and the heavy silence his sudden departure had left behind. She could feel that her mum’s heart had gone numb, but she couldn’t understand why. Then the Darkness had entered her mum’s mind, and Kassandra felt that the etheric bond between them now ran the risk of becoming severed. She didn’t understand her mother when she was like that. Why had she decided to join her father in Turin after all that racket?

“But daddy said he didn’t want to see mummy anymore”, Kassandra said to Lady Hughes, certain that her father was not one to tell lies and, true to his nature, he had really meant his goodbye this time.

Lord and Lady Hughes were looking increasingly uncomfortable. Kassandra didn’t mind their tense behavior. She was hungry after all, and in good company anyway. So she winked at Rufus and shifted her attention away from the grown-ups, and onto the slice of apple pie with cream that was staring at her from the plate on the table.

In the meantime, Kassandra’s mother was in a car that was speeding on the motorway. Letizia’s dad, who was the Morgantes’ accountant, was driving it. Laura was sobbing uncontrollably, and screaming from time to time.

“Come on Carlo, hurry up, Lorenzo needs me by his side. I have to get to the hospital as soon as possible!”

The police had been trying to reach her for the entire afternoon. In the end, they only managed to get in touch with their accountant, Carlo Giuliani, who had in turn contacted the Hughes. He guessed that Laura and Kassandra would probably be visiting their neighbors.

Then Carlo drove to the Asti villa to collect Laura and take her to the hospital. Lorenzo had been in a car crash. He was in intensive care, Laura was told. She had to be at the hospital as soon as possible, to make  important decisions as she was his wife. He was unconscious and in very serious conditions, hanging on the thinnest thread between life and death. Kassandra was meant to be on that crashed car too. Lorenzo wanted to take her away that weekend but his argument with his wife had made him change his plans. Laura felt guilty and in the deepest despair.

“Breathe deeply, cara signora. Concentrate on your breath and don’t panic. We’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

As soon as they reached the hospital where Lorenzo had been admitted, Laura ran to a phone booth. Carlo was surprised to see that she wasn’t dashing to her husband’s bedside at once.

“She must be calling one of her strange friends”, he thought.

He could only catch a few words of her conversation before she closed the door of the booth.

“Hi, it’s me. Something terrible has happened to my husband. I don’t know what to do...”

The handsome man at the other end of the line was sitting in an office decorated with mystical symbols and trophies. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and his lips curved into a half-smile. Perhaps Kassandra was awakening to her True Identity too quickly, he was thinking, for those around her to keep pace. And no, she wasn’t turning her family and friends into the best version of themselves at all, as he had feared she could. Luckily, it was more the opposite – she had ignited her parents’ egos into fireworks.

“Be strong, Laura. I’ll be there within an hour”.

Back in Arkadia, we, the High Masters, were taken aback by the recent events brought about by the Dark Side. We were not sure if we should intervene as yet. Some among the High Ones worried that the days ahead could bring fear into Kassandra’s still very human heart. This might make her forget her True Identity for some time. Nobody could predict for how long. What effect was her oblivion going to have on Arkadia? Would the Council lose its connection with the little girl? Could she even become vulnerable to the Dark Forces? The influence of the Circle of Light on Kassandra’s mother was already stronger than we had expected. Could its power be stretched to embrace Kassandra at a vulnerable time? Was there anything that we could do to help Lorenzo? Could we change the course of history now?

Some of us wanted to protect Kassandra. Others thought that this challenge would only make her stronger. Kyrius and Venusia, her Star parents, chose not to disclose their feelings and thoughts on the matter, and protected their auras with a special etheric bubble. The Royal Couple understood why the element of surprise had been introduced in the life of Kassandra. It was a way for us Arkadians to learn to return our minds to the One Source and still believe that the Plan was unchangeable, even in the face of very Earthly temptation. Temptation, as the root meaning of the word implies, is simply a time-making mechanism. Arkadia had to accept that time was now required in Kassandra’s human development, as well as this initiation offered by the Darkness. We trusted our girl to remember that only love is real and only love can endure, even when her world was collapsing into debris. 

A Metaphysical Bedtime Story, Spring Equinox 1973

Kassandra was five when we visited her one night. She was lying in bed. A beautiful young woman sat on the chair next to her. An onlooker would have immediately guessed that they were mother and daughter, given their likeness and the tenderness of their interaction. The sun had long set and Comet Kahoutek was blazing its trail through the sky. This astral body had opened a gate of Cosmic Consciousness to lead the way for a number of Star-Seeds like her to incarnate on Earth in the five years before and after its appearance. From the Teleportation Room in the Diamond Lodge, we had transferred our Light-Bodies to our girl’s bedroom, where we turned invisible.

“Mummy,” Kassandra said, “tell me a story.”

Her tired eyes were fighting against sleep and just about winning. The dim light of a revolving mobile cast shapes on the ceiling: butterflies, birds and stars. She loved the stars, this sensitive child. Despite her tender age, she could name many constellations and loved gazing at their light in the nighttime sky. She felt connected to her star-kin. They always made her feel reassured. She knew that she belonged with them.

When she was very, very small, her father had told her that she could focus on a star to send her prayers out to the angels, and pass messages on to those she loved. Star-gazing was one of the gifts that he had left her with, before his disappearance about one year to the night of this particular visit of ours to Kassie’s bedroom. She still missed her dad sometimes. His framed photograph was on display on her windowsill, where she kept it when the weather was dry, in the hope that one day soon, like Peter Pan returning from Never Never Land, he would also come back from the eternity he had gone to. She knew that he was never far away from her, although it was impossible to see him now. In the meantime, she had decided that she wouldn’t pay much heed to his absence, unlike her mum who wouldn’t think of anything else.

Kassandra had a new friend anyway, one whom she loved dearly, despite the fact that no one else knew of his existence. And indeed, when we arrived in her room that night, we noticed another fuzzy presence, perhaps of partial Star stock given the strong harmonics of his frequency. Even we couldn’t perceive his energy in detail. It was clear, however, that he was somewhat connected to our girl - she called him her invisible friend. But he wasn’t one of us. We couldn’t linger our focus on him  because when we contact the third dimension, we have to follow the dictates of the Plan. So we proceeded to attend to our more pressing deed. The bed-time story was about to start now. We had to make sure that this would be the story that the Star Child needed to hear. We gathered behind the woman, Kassandra’s mother, as she opened her mouth to speak. Our thoughts became her voice as she started channeling our words.

“Once upon a time, on a night like tonight,” she said, “a colony of pioneering souls was standing in a queue on the Dark Side of the Moon, ready for a big journey. They had come from afar and had been observing the Earth for quite a while, preparing to tune into the destiny of the Blue Planet and make it into Paradise. Sometime soon, the people of the Earth would come face to face with the otherworldliness of these creatures who resembled humans in their appearance, were it not for the fact that their features were much more symmetrical and attractive, and their skin seemed to be flawless. On closer inspection, they looked like immaterial holograms, as if they were computer-generated, three-dimensional projected images devoid of materiality but endowed with all the other characteristics of living beings.

At that particular moment, these spirits’ excitement filled the air. The Light that made up their bodies was bubbly in its radiance. The pregnant, heavy stillness of the Earth’s atmosphere was new to them. Beat by beat, pulsation by pulsation, breath by breath, they were trickling closer to the Launcher. They were lost in contemplation, standing as they were on the verge of new territory. The void of potentiality was open wide in front of them.

The concept of incarnation was amusing. Before long, it would push them to condense into form, like crystals glistening in the sunshine. They would leave the realm of ideas to become physical entities. They gazed at the azure, yearning Earth. It was calling to them. They could still hear the dim hum of the Ancient Tune. That sound was very familiar. It was their direction. The attraction of matter and the thought of mortality made them shiver for a second (though strictly speaking, they were yet to acquire the concept of time and ‘a second’ meant nothing to them).”

Suddenly Kassandra stirred in bed. “These souls... had they always been alive or was there a point in time when they were not?”

What an insightful question from the little one.

“They were immortal,” we said through her mother’s lips. “And they knew it back then. Their minds weren’t faltering yet. They couldn’t remember anything apart from eternity. At that stage in their adventure, they couldn’t forget that they came from another planet: a different plane that humans, from the Earth’s viewpoint, sometimes call the Morning Star.”

Kassandra sighed at the last two words, just like only a Star Girl born to bring our Plan to the Earth could. We had admired how her progress had gone from steady to remarkable throughout her first few years as a human. In the past, she could somewhat detect our forms and the content of our minds. But now she was engaged in a conversation with us, and this was happening whilst her body was still mostly made up of dense, three-dimensional cells that clouded the radiations of her Star Seed. Whilst her mother was a mere channel for our words, the necessary factor in our inter-dimensional communication was Kassandra’s ability to receive our utterances. It was clear to us now that Kassandra understood that the tale she was being told was going in a direction that she was familiar with. She looked reassured and calm. Through Laura’s hands, we caressed her hair as the story went on. 

“These spirits understood they would not be able to recall their origin any longer, once they entered the Earth’s atmosphere. Right then, however, they still felt at one with their Birth Star, filled as they were by a wholeness that could not be limited by duality or split by gender. They were the One. They were at one with It All. And that was beautiful, and all was beautiful to their eyes.”

Kassandra thought that she could see them in her imagination. “They are so pretty...”

“Indeed,” we said. “In their place of origin all Beings are perfectly formed and in unity with creation. They are most pleasing to the eye, though comeliness there is not necessarily what humans consider as fetching. It means being harmonious from the inside out. These spirits’ outlines contain bright, reverberating cells that gather around their Cores and project into their radiating shapes. That’s why these disembodied, Light-speckled Beings resonate to the most exquisite of frequencies. The sensation of existence from their point of experience is similar to what humans refer to as love. But unlike the human experience of love, their perception of it is constant, uninterrupted, undivided. Truly, they are made of love.”

“I know what it feels like,” Kassandra said, thinking that she was talking to her mother. “Like when I feel so happy because you’re baking a yogurt cake and the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the chamomile flowers smell so sweet!” 

“That’s exactly it,” we replied. “That’s what being at one with everything is. When all your senses – your sight, your hearing, your bodily processes and mental expectations - merge into a blissful, liquid awareness that revolves around your happy heart. Now let’s go back to these friendly spirits and the place they came from. You should know that the home they left is the realm of what humans call angels. These Beings are Pure Thoughts in the Mind of Creation. Their deeds are perfected to the point that the center of the souls - their Core Signatures - are always following the ever-changing tides of the Life Force. That’s why they are immortal.

These spirits resonate harmoniously to the beat of love, the Sound that keeps this Universe together. They don’t perceive themselves as apart from it. Love in this sense feels more like layers of sounds that create a symphony to the trained ear: molecules held together by love, shapes formed by love espoused with intention, entire universes gelled together by the sound of creation, by the Ancient Tune.”

By that point in the story, our little friend had given in to deep slumber. It’s remarkable how children can doze off and be sound asleep in a couple of seconds. Perhaps the information we were conveying sounded still a bit too far-fetched, and her young Star brain could only receive it subconsciously. Nevertheless, we continued to relate these memories of Kassandra’s True Origin, since it is our habit to make the most of our points of contact on Earth. And anyway, our words would linger in the room for a few hours, days, months, or even years, until the time would come when Kassandra would be ready to detect them, and embrace the message that they carried for her.

“These spirits had gone through all possible levels of the Goddess Games on Venus, their native Morning Star. Now they were ready for a challenge. The Earth and its human inhabitants would provide it, thanks to what was known as the Experience of Matter, or the Illusion of Separation. They were about to split their soul in two, forget about one of the resulting two sparks, and play a sort of ‘hide and seek’ of the True Self, with the Earth as their playground.

They kept reassuring themselves that they would remember their True Nature sooner or later, even in the dense plane of human experience. Those who succeeded could try to make a new kind of creature. Their ultimate intention was to incarnate and create a fresh race of higher humans, or human Venusians: perfected human beings made of a special flesh and blood, capable of self-healing and immortality by means of correct choice. The only catch in all of this was that they had to find the right partner, their Twin Soul, and align with them in order to regain their full powers. A handful of adventurous souls before them had started the trend, whereby the physical merge of two human souls who could both hold the Light of the Morning Star had started to create Perfected Beings even on Earth. 

However, at these point in their adventure, these highly evolved beings waiting for incarnation on the Moon didn’t yet fully grasp what they were really getting themselves into. Success rates so far had been dangerously low. The risk of becoming trapped into matter was real. The peril of forgetting the purpose of their Earth Journey and falling prey to the Wheel of Karma for many lifetimes was high on the cards. “Earth angels” had been few and far between: just a handful every thousand or so Earth years. To make things worse, the outcomes to date had been frequently either very short-lived, or resulting in ascetic human creatures devoid of sexuality. Lucifer was one notorious exception, of course. After all, this ambitious pioneer was the Venusian who had started the Goddess Games on Earth with his famous ‘fall’. He then made his home there and decided to linger on. And now he is a well-established presence on the blue planet, and a very human one at that.

Given that the ‘making of an angel’ on Earth was no easy task, much pondering and exploring the concept of ‘life as humans’ had filled these Venusian spirits’ lives, before deciding to give it a try. They hoped that the memory of their original Light – their frequency signatures – would be enough for them to remember that they were actually one imagining to become two as a bit of fun. Matter, however, would prove tricky and sticky. It would provide a completely new experience for which they had no frame of reference. Hopefully, their Venusian ancestry could enable them to have human bodies made of a type of flesh that couldn’t hold on to anything that wasn’t conducive to love, wisdom and bliss for too long. Nevertheless, they understood that the frequency of love on Earth was very sluggish and weak, their physical senses would slow down experience, and the Ancient Tune - the Cosmic Music that holds the threads of Creation in perfect balance - wouldn’t always be detected. They might fall prey to the illusion of separation, and feel lost, confused, alone...

Back to the point where these spirits were lining up for incarnation. Among them was one who is at the heart of this story. This playful soul was staring at the Earth, transfixed by surprise and anticipation. So engrossed was she in this new vision that her essence unexpectedly projected itself in space-time, and into the realm of matter. Although briefly, and solely through her perception, this spirit ended up on Earth before having actually entered the Launcher. It is impossible to tell the length of her visit, given that the spirit had not acquired the notion of time yet. Did anyone among the Earth’s inhabitants notice this fleeting visitation? Did her presence on the planet leave a mark, or an imprint? Did it change someone’s life? And if so, how? Someone was bound to have sensed this unusual, higher presence.

In this uncharted territory, a weird sensation of incompleteness crept in from the outside and into the spirit’s mind. As she scanned the new surroundings, she realized something was missing. This made the curious, disembodied visitor want to loiter on for a while longer. She felt compelled to set out searching for the absent element, finding novel trepidation and a new sense of pleasure in tuning into the alien environs. It was becoming obvious to the visitor that in this new place, perfection wasn’t expressed in stillness but in action: through flowing, becoming, evolving. How totally different an experience this was from what life had presented her with, up until then...

Right before the experience could sink in properly, and in the blink of an eye (figuratively speaking), this solitary, adventurous spirit was pulled back to the queue on the Moon. Perhaps nobody had noticed her brief absence, she hoped. Then the air turned red and vibrant: high time was approaching. This and the other fellow spirits increased their frequencies. Their orchestral sound turned deeper, like a drone. The tempo of their Core pulsations quickened. All that these ground-breaking souls wanted to do was to surrender to the pull of matter, and follow the change in their frequency signature. After eons of calmness, the moment had come for them to fall temporarily asleep, and wait for the Big Wave to cut them in two.

At last, they reached and entered the Launcher. Their Cores dissipated into time-fueled semi-oblivion. Their Light became squashed and compressed into an egg, and off they went to Earth. So this how the story ends. Just as another one begins.”

Having accomplished our mission, we left the room and returned to Arkadia, elsewhere in space and out of time.

Kassandra stirred. “Mummy?,” she said. “Goodnight...”

Her mother awoke suddenly. She had fallen asleep in her chair. Antidepressants would often make her do that. At least she had not been crying that day. She sat on Kassandra’s bed, removed an unruly brown curl from the child’s eyes and placed the whisper of a kiss on her forehead. They smiled at each other.

“Goodnight, Kassie, sweet dreams.”

The little girl fell asleep again, right away. She dreamed that she was running with other children on a meadow in bloom, without a care in the world. A part of her was still like any other child after all.