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

Out of the Shadows

The Ancient OnesBy Sharon Riegie Maynard

iUniverse, Inc.

Copyright © 2009 Sharon Riegie Maynard
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4401-4441-7

Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuma nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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