GUARDIANS

OF

THE ANCIENT ONE

The Parallel Time Trilogy (book two) expanding adventure unveils the ever more revealing nature of the mysterious Master Adepts of The Ancient One and their involvement with Admiral Starland and the space fleet of The Galactic Interdimensional Alliance of Free Worlds. Sen Dar gains control of the previously unknown space-faring Zon race living in a parallel dimension and sets them on a course to attack present day Earth. Witness the ever-deepening love affair between Captain Kalem and Mayleena, Etta’s courageous antics, and their ongoing struggle to achieve self-mastery - so that one day they can return to The Ancient One’s far higher mystic realm of sublime Sound and Light. Along the way, they must endure a very rare training to somehow survive Sen Dar’s growing occult powers that he wields with unremitting effort to destroy them and rule over Earth.

GUARDIANS

OF

THE ANCIENT ONE

R. Scott Lemriel

GUARDIANS OF THE ANCIENT ONE

(Book two of The Parallel Time Trilogy)

Published © July, 2022

ISBN: (978-0-578-27055-5) - eBook

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(Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.)

All right reserved. No part or the whole of this book may be used, or reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any manner now known or hereafter invented without prior written permission, except for brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews.

Names, characters, places, and incidents that appear fictional are entirely based upon the author’s direct experiences during many journeys spanning more than forty years exploring and recovering deliberately hidden truth along the past time-track for planet Earth, the solar system, the Milky Way Galaxy, and journeys into parallel and higher dimension realities. Any resemblance to known persons in history, anyone still living, businesses or religious organizations, events or locations are entirely coincidental.

Published by Total Spectrum Publishing

Cover Art by Michel Bohbot

Interior formatting by R. Scott Lemriel

Contact: www.ParallelTime.com

Published in the Unites States of America

(Distributed worldwide through print-on-demand & digital download facilities.)

Contents

  Synopsis Page

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

Contents Page

Acknowledgments

1.  Attack from a Parallel Dimension

2.  The Guardians Suspect a Villain

3.  An Unexpected Mystic Journey

4.  Romance and Mischief

5.  Etta Peers into a Mystery

6.  Stumbling into Good Fortune

7.  Earth’s Secret Transit Windows

8.  Caught Like Rats in a Trap

9.  An Errand of Vengeance

10.  A Spy and a Threat

11.  Saved by a Maintenance Man

12.  A Renewed Cold War Turns Warm

13.  Master Lumiera’s Mysterious Warning

14.  The Walls of Ignorance Fall

15.  The Cave of Fears

16.  Escape to Fight Again

17.  Can There Be Peace?

18.  The Isle of Banion

19.  Can’t You Knock Like Anyone Else?

20.  A Bridge to Understanding

21.  Two New Diplomats Head South

22.  A Rare Marriage and a Mission

23.  Ra Mu and Lumiera Return Home

Other books by R. Scott Lemriel

Glossary of Characters and Terms

About the Author

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I acknowledge the basic proofing that editors assigned by Excel Book Writing did for Guardians of The Ancient One and Journey to the Center of the Universe (books two and three of the trilogy). When asked, a few kind fans, that benefited from this work, volunteered to do the final needed proofing that made it possible to bring the second two trilogy books to worldwide awareness. This is just FYI (for your information)—provided for the benefit of anyone who does not yet know.

My gratitude is expressed here for the fine work that book cover artist/designer Michel Bohbot brought to these two sequel book covers. He was previously hired to work with me to create the latest original book covers for The Seres Agenda and The Emerald Doorway (book one of The Parallel Time Trilogy) with spectacular results.

Much appreciation is sent as well to the many magnificent Master Teachers and fellow beings that are referred to as Silent Mentors. They are, for the most part, not yet known on Earth. The highly evolved space-faring races out among the stars respectfully acknowledge them as the Master Mechanics of the wondrous multidimensional creation. They hold in place all that exists in the multiverse, supported by the one living omnipresent non-nuclear or non-atomic energy simply known off-world as HU – derived from the first half of the word human hidden in plain sight. All galaxies and worlds literally float in the vast realms of outer space: including countless inter-dimensional doorways that exist between the many parallel dimensions of the physical universe; higher dimensions; and those far higher realms  beyond time and space. Certain esoteric groups on Earth refer to the energy barrier that exists between the lower and higher world realities as the ‘Void.’ The majestic Silent Mentors do not reside on planet Earth. They are from very far out of town, so to speak, or from a lofty radiant realm that exists many dimensions above the mysterious ‘Void.’ Their home is located just above what is referred to as the Ocean of Sound and Light – known as the ‘Source’ or ‘Prime Creator’. I constantly remain in awe of their capabilities and awareness.

CHAPTER ONE

ATTACK FROM

A PARALLEL DIMENSION

Brilliant stars hurtled past a silent observer’s anti-gravity disc-shaped spacecraft, glowing with pale blue light as it sped through the galactic panorama of space. The ship dramatically slowed on its approach to ancient Earth as it was 100,000 years ago. It stopped in an orbital position to observe the blue-green planet, just as the moon disappeared around the western hemisphere. From the mysterious observer’s point of view aboard the craft, time began to speed up. Below his ship, the planet’s poles slowly began to flip over clockwise 180 degrees, resulting in massive earthquakes, causing the ancient continent of Lemuria and its slightly smaller colony continent of Atlantis on the opposite side of the equator to begin breaking apart. Rapidly emerging, violently erupting volcanoes spread across their surfaces and huge tidal waves began to roll in over the lands. Large parts of both continents suddenly exploded high into the atmosphere and the massive lands started to sink beneath the seething ocean waves - all but a remaining volcanic Atlantis Island five hundred miles across. As the mysterious visitor continued to observe the phenomenal occurrence, entirely new continents that are familiar today, rose from the ocean depths between the vanishing lands, and Atlantis Island soon became situated in the ocean southeast of what is now Florida on the newly risen North American continent. A moment passed, and the tallest dormant volcano on the western coast of Atlantis Island violently erupted and exploded, ripping the land apart. Then, it too, sank beneath boiling, churning waves.

To the Silent Observer, watching these events unfold on his holograph energy projected viewscreen, time resumed flowing again at the normal pace of present time on Earth. 

The sleek spaceship sped down into Earth’s atmosphere, headed toward the desert area far above the classified U.S. Air Force base known worldwide today as Area 51. It swiftly passed through the cloud layers in the upper atmosphere and slowed to a stop, as the clouds gradually parted. The newly designed triangular-shaped Space Transporter prototype appeared two miles below, hovering a few feet above the runway, a dozen feet in front of its hangar by the very long launch runway at Area 51. Three semispherical pods located on the bottom hull pulsing with pale-blue light, centered between each rounded triangular end, glowed brighter. The thin luminous anti-gravity light surrounding the entire hull flashed brilliantly, and the Space Transporter shot straight upward at tremendous speed to abruptly stop at 10,000 feet.

At that moment, a lightly elongated triangular extraterrestrial spaceship twenty feet long with a slight batwing-like curved haul was radiating a thin luminous red aura around its surface. It came into view of the Space Transporter from hiding behind one of the moving tall dome-shaped clouds. A curved opaque cockpit window was positioned above and behind the curved apex of the elongated triangular hull. Three semispherical pods were set in an equidistant triangular formation pointed several feet down from the hull’s curved bottom.

The alien ship began to emit a deep pulsating hum, as the glow around the hull intensified. Then it changed to violet light and a narrow energy beam shot from the alien ship’s prow and hit the triangular hull of the Space Transporter. Just as the Space Transporter reached the level of the mysterious alien ship, its luminous red triangular hull pulsed and it darted into the distant background sky. A moment later, the Transporter exploded into billowing flames just as the sound of a Russian military anthem became audible, growing in prominence over the dissipating fiery debris.

Somewhere in Russia at that same moment, with fresh snow on the ground surrounding one large background hangar, was the Russian turbo-fanjet and rocket-powered prototype space vehicle. The distant sun was beginning to rise over the horizon in the crisp early morning air. Sunlight was reflecting off the snow on the ground behind the silvery-gray hull of the new elongated sixty-foot Russian Space Transporter. In the rear, six jet engines positioned between four huge rocket nozzles were fired-up in preparation for the first test flight. The sleek silver-gray metallic hull glistening from reflected morning sunlight down the elongated triangular hull flashed off the opaque glass-like curved cockpit window, positioned behind and above the pointed triangular front end of the ship. The brakes released, and the craft roared a short way down a long runway before it lifted upward at almost a ninety-degree angle, and darted swiftly upward to disappear high in the early morning sky.

Russian technicians inside their main control console, other launch personnel, several Generals, and the Russian President were watching the ascending atmospheric and space-worthy craft through a wide observation window. The President, in his late fifties with thick white hair, combed back and his slightly shorter, bald, top-ranking Russian General were gleefully smiling as they slapped each other on the back and confidently shook their fists toward the ascending rocket. The Russian anthem swelled in intensity just as the rocket exploded into a tremendous blinding fireball. The President and everyone else in the control room covered their faces from the subsequent blinding light. A moment later, the control room violently shook and everyone grabbed onto chairs, various instrument consoles, or anything else nearby to steady themselves.

As the exploding debris and flames continued to dissipate through the atmosphere, an opening in the flames appeared, revealing another hovering elongated, slightly bat-wing shaped hull of another alien ship, luminous with pale-red light. It moved further into view from behind a dome-shaped cloud, the light around the hull pulsed, and the ship darted away at incredible speed into the distant background sky.

Down below in the control room, the Russian President angrily barked an order to a nearby Aide. A moment later, the Aide brought a special phone up to the console and placed it in front of the leader. The President picked up the receiver and yelled a command into it.

Around the world, a hand picked up another special phone in a cradle on top of a highly polished teakwood desk and placed it next to his ear. The frowning President of The United States listened to an angry slur of Russian dialogue from the Russian President through the receiver.

Then he heard the Russian President say in English with a strong, angry Russian accent, President Stockwell, we lost good men today! My Generals think your country has done this vial thing. A strange craft was seen near our prototype test spaceplane before the explosion. Who else could have such technology but the United States?

Vladimir, calm down, gently replied Sam. I’m deeply sorry to hear about your men, but I don’t care what your Generals say. We had nothing to do with it. Listen to me, Vladimir, something very dangerous is going on here. This morning, we launched one of our new unmanned Space Transporters to test a prototype escape device. It blew up shortly after launch before we could test the damned thing. An unidentified craft shot some kind of beam at the hull, then sped away at such incredible speed, we couldn’t even track it. Fortunately, as I said, this test Transporter was unmanned; but my Generals insist your military must be behind it. I don’t believe my Generals are right, so don’t jump to any conclusions until we know who or what destroyed both prototype ships.

Sam could hear several other subdued, angry voices speaking in Russian in the background behind the Russian President, and then Vladimir came back on the line - still a little miffed.

My advisors say we should cancel our meeting in Geneva and our plans for more joint space ventures beyond the International Space Station.

If you want to cancel Geneva, Vladimir, that’s your choice, shot back Sam. If we start to believe we’re lying to each other now by telling cock-n’-bull stories to cover up covert attacks, it could put us right back into a dangerous cold war.

The Russian President asked a question in Russian, ending the sentence with the word ...cock-n’-bull?

I’m not going to explain cock-n’-bull to you. Ask your damned advisors what it means! sharply continued Sam; but he controlled himself and cordially added, Vladimir, let’s both calm down. I’ll get back in touch with you later today and please don’t jump to any conclusions until we both know more.

Sam slammed down the phone as his Personal Aide in a blue suit - a trim fortyish, white-haired man with glasses, cautiously turned to head back out of the Oval Office; but the President stopped him with a sense of urgency.

Get me General Faldwell on the phone immediately. No, wait a minute! Just tell him to meet me here as soon as possible and tell him to bring that crystal sphere he said he was given at Mount Shasta. There may be a connection.

The Aide chuckled and said, You were right about him having gone off the deep end when he called with that ludicrous story about doorways to parallel dimensions and... he winked, pointing his finger upward, ...aliens from... out there! Mr. President, in my opinion, Faldwell hasn’t just lost a few marbles, he’s on permanent vacation in the Twilight Zone.

I didn’t ask for your opinion, Mister! shot back Sam. If this situation escalates, this whole planet will be in serious trouble. Now… just get him!

The Aide cleared his throat, solemnly turned, and walked in a hurry out of the oval office.

In the atmosphere above Mt. Shasta in northern California, a lone Galactic Scout Class spaceship was descending through several low dome-shaped cloud layers that encircled the backside of the mountain summit. It continued to spiral down past the clouds in a long swift arc, then suddenly stopped forty feet above the ground and a thousand yards away from the sixty by one hundred-twenty-foot sheer, gray rock wall. As the Scout ship slowly lowered closer to the ground, it began to emit a low-frequency hum and the thin blue layer of light enshrouding the hull began to pulse softly. A wavering rumble and pale-blue light a few feet across appeared on the center of the rock wall and steadily grew in size. It formed into a whirling galaxy of star-like lights surrounding a widening opening, revealing the lighted tunnel entrance to the Guardian’s secret base inside Mt. Shasta. The whirling light expanded to one-hundred-twenty feet across and flashed several strobe-like donut-shaped lights across the valley, accompanied by several thunderous BOOMS. The Scout ship’s hull brightly pulsed and it moved into the opening to disappear deep inside the mountain. The whirling stars spiraled closed and vanished to once again leave behind only a flat, gray rock wall. 

The ship settled down inside the mountain base and gently touched down between two parallel rows (three in each row) of already landed Scout ships. The humming and light enveloping the hull ceased. A moment later, Captain Kalem climbed down from a spiraling open hatch in the bottom of the ship’s hull. Appearing quite serious, he hurried up thirty feet of perfectly carved blue granite steps and stopped at a triangular opening, leading into a long level hallway that headed deep into the mountain’s interior. He thoughtfully looked down and then walked inside.

Back in Washington D.C., a large window behind the President’s desk overlooked the lawn of the inner grounds that surrounded the White House. President Sam Stockwell was sitting behind his desk, reading an official-looking paper. He began to sign it, just then, a knock at the door interrupted him. He looked up to see his Personal Aide enter the oval office a little out of breath.

Mr. President, General Faldwell has arrived. I have him waiting in the outer office, announced the Aide.

Well, don’t just stand there, man, show him in! impatiently shot back Sam.

The Aide walked out of the oval office and closed the door behind him. Sam got up from behind the desk and walked around to the front of it. He nervously began to pace back and forth with his hand held to his chin. A moment later, there was another knock on the door. It opened and the Aide entered.

He began to announce, General Harry Faldwell is... hey!

But he was rudely interrupted by Harry pushing him aside to enter the room and he walked right up to the President’s desk, removed his hat, and tucked it under his left arm.

Mr. President... Sam, it’s about time you called me here.

General, I called you here on an urgent matter of State. We’ve got serious problems! replied Sam, ignoring his remark.

Of course, you know about our Space Transporter explosion and the destruction of the Russian prototype Transporter today.

Naturally, I know, and I know who’s behind it! shot back Harry. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you ever since my return from Mt. Shasta.

President Stockwell hesitantly gazed at Harry, and then cautiously continued, I’ve got to admit, your story didn’t sit well with me at first, but now I’ve got cause to give it some credibility.  Reports of identical unidentified craft seen near both prototype Space Transporter disasters came in to me from NASA and the Russian President himself. Can you shed some light on this before it gets out of hand?

Harry’s eyes lit up, You bet your ass I can, Mr. President.

The Aide frowned at Harry’s remark, but the President ignored him as Harry continued unabated.

As I told you, I’ve wanted you to look at something very special since I got back… something damned extraordinary!

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the crystal sphere that Master Ra Mu gave him, and then handed it to the President.

Sam carefully looked it over as he held it up to the light coming through the window. He briefly gazed through it and nonchalantly handed it back to Harry. 

What does that have to do with the tea in China, General? shot back the President.  There’s an international crisis on my hands and you show me a damned crystal ball!

Look, Mr. President… Sam, it’s a device, patiently replied Harry. Give me a few minutes and I promise, you’ll never again question the validity of the report I sent you after my return from the mountain. But... and Harry nodded behind him toward the President’s Aide, who forced a snide grin back at him before Harry finished under his breath, we’ve got to be alone.

Okay, I know when I’m not wanted, stated the Aide, as he turned and left the oval office, closing the door behind him.

Harry squatted down and placed the clear crystal ball with the faceted red ruby center on the carpet. Then, he stepped back a few feet and closed his eyes, while the President solemnly looked on, shaking his head; doubting the General’s sanity.

Then Harry respectfully began to softly chant, Ra-a-a-a-a Mu-u-u-u-u… on his outgoing breath until the sound faded away. He repeated, Ra-a-a-a Mu-u-u-u… the same way and then chanted, Ra-a-a-a Mu-u-u-u… the third time, drawing out the sound longer on his exhaled breath.

A low fluctuating pulsing sound and a red ruby light began to emanate from the faceted ruby crystal, and the entire crystal sphere began to glow with a golden halo. The President was astonished by the phenomena and he gazed at Harry for his assurance they were safe.

You mean... it’s all true? hesitantly stated the President.

As I said, Mr. President, you bet your ass it is! replied Harry with a cocky grin.

He grabbed a cigar from his pocket, proudly stuffed it into the corner of his mouth, and bit down, just as a holographic beam of blue light shot from the crystal sphere straight up to eye level in the center of the room. A round three-foot-wide light began to form, as the deep, resonant voice of Master Ra Mu could be heard coming from the ruby center within the crystal sphere; pulsing with each word spoken.

Mr. President, I am known as Ra Mu. By now, you must begin to realize the validity of General Faldwell’s story. You are about to witness the exact record log of events that culminate with General Faldwell being in your office at this moment. What you see and the course of action you may choose to follow concerning what you discover may very well determine the survival or destruction of Earth as you know it.

Aghast, Sam felt for the desk behind him, clasped it, and then sat down against the edge.  The Ancient One’s humming Spirit sound and its hauntingly beautiful high flute melody began floating through the air. Then, a montage of images from Harry’s journey beyond Mt. Shasta began to form within the holographic light sphere projection and the images cleared. Sen Dar had just shot Master Nim with the clear crystal laser pistol and he was stealing The Ancient One’s parchment map-half and the Emerald Doorway Crystal from his body. While he looked on, Sam heard a sound like a cork being popped from a bottle and he delightfully discovered he was curiously unafraid as he began to experience his true inner Atma or spherical energy Soul-self move up and out of his physical body. Then his true radiant Atma-self darted across the desk and entered the light sphere projection, just as forming images whirled around him.

CHAPTER TWO

THE GUARDIANS SUSPECT

A VILLAIN

Meanwhile, on the other side of the