“That makes sense,” Suki said. “So, how can I help?”
“Ocean gave you no explanation?”
“I figured it was part of helping Skylar,” Suki said. “That’s all the explanation I needed.”
“You are a true friend.” Mica smiled. “We are all called to be brave now, Suki. Time’s run out on holding back. People are hurting. Your loved ones are hurting. You can help. Think of Skylar and all she’s risked to do what she believes is right.”
Anguished pierced Suki’s heart. “I don’t know how I add value.”
“Speaking up for what you believe in your heart but can’t prove is the ultimate act of bravery. Certainty will never come. You have to do it before you’re ready. That’s the secret. Taking the leap, knowing the universe will catch you.”
Proof was a concept Suki clung to. Research defined her. But now she was being asked to move forward and do this without clarity. She needed to connect to her internal knowing—to step into her role as alchemist.
“We need the magic of the original blueprint of America,” Mica said. “You’ve seen it.”
Suki froze. Had she been bugged?
“No bugging,” Mica said in her mind.
Suki smacked her own forehead with the palm of her hand. “I give up. I can’t handle having people in my head.”
“You can give up or find a way to use it to your advantage.” Mica shrugged. “Telepathy is a tool coming online for the new earth. You will have to master it eventually. Now, about the blueprint. I need you to recall it and re-create it. And not the dysfunctional one in Devlin’s book. I’m talking about the original plan.”
She led Suki out of the Oval and into the adjacent room. It had always been the waiting area for the chief of staff’s office, but seeing how Mica had no chief of staff, the rooms were available.
Suki gasped. It looked like an alchemical command center. Each of the walls was a different color—one white, one black, one red, one yellow. Ancient-looking maps hung on every wall. Symbols and intricate pictures of various sizes covered the windows and papered the tables, and some lay strewn on the floor. They overlapped with many newer pictures of conspiracy theories and printouts of recent internet articles on the fleecing of America.
“Welcome to Operation Liberty Tree,” Mica said. “We will be a part of the re-creation of actual and true history.”
Suki walked around the large room with wide eyes. It was even more thrilling than Milicent’s library. In the library, she felt the energy of the past. In this room, she could see the possibility of the future. And she could help design it.
Mica didn’t have to tell her how to read any of it; she knew what everything meant. On the four colored walls, she saw the four stages of alchemy come to life as she had read in the words of Mary the Jewess, one of the original female alchemists. The colors also represented the four races and the four directions of Native American prophecy.
On the table lay a picture of the great seal and eagle holding arrows. She had conflicting information running through her head about what the arrows truly represented.
“There are nuggets of truth in all of this shit,” Mica said. “I don’t have time to uncover them. That’s why I need you. The Freemasons were the original alchemists, using magic to create and set the lines and path for the country. Think Ben Franklin and Thomas Jefferson. But then it became corrupted about a hundred years ago. And now we are here to get back on course. We need a new plan based on those original ideals—sovereignty, freedom, individual expression. This Dissolution is zero point. We’ve reached it. Just look outside. I have to ride this out. I don’t know how long it’s going to go on. The future isn’t going to be created by those that have been here this last twenty years. It will be created by you, and those like you. Smart people who have a connection to their heart. This country will not succeed without compassion.”
“I understand,” Suki said. It was the first time in her life she’d felt patriotic, like it was her duty to serve for the betterment of the country. And she was excited. “It would be my honor to serve.”
Vivienne and Heather stood staring at the magical Mother Earth globe. Various points on the orb were lit up like twinkling stars, and as Skylar approached, more lights popped up. Lines of gold light snaked like rivers around the sphere. As Skylar watched with wonder, the rivers began to find each other, connecting like a giant grid around the earth. The sight triggered her memory of a passage from Sophia’s book: The dragon lines are igniting. She wanted to touch them but dared not. The dragon lines—or ley lines, as they were sometimes called—used the magnetic field around the earth to communicate across the world.
“Magnetics,” Skylar whispered. My lodestone.
“Yes,” Vivienne said.
Skylar looked at Vivienne and they locked eyes. When she looked back at the globe, she could see the dragons themselves in the water. Her imagination lit up with the earth and became a reality. The water dragons, beautiful blue and green creatures of the sea, traced the lines of energy above the sea floor. Their colors mixed iridescently and glowed, creating a light that shone outward from the earth’s crust.
Skylar felt heat running through her body. She looked down at her arms. Her veins lit up, just as they had to match the leaf at the barn over a year ago. Yet again she felt the pull from Mother Earth. She felt the connection, the love of nature. She thought of the trees and instantly made the connection between them and the ocean. Humanity’s protectors both created oxygen and were both being depleted—one by deforestation and one by pollution.
“Antarctica is melting.” She pointed to the caps that were shrinking before their eyes. “Is that happening back home?”
“Yes,” Vivienne said. “But the melting is not just from the hand of man. It’s also from the heart of man. Human emotion creates many of the ‘natural’ happenings in the physical world. It has been that way since the First Age.”
Skylar saw the image of Vivienne’s tear falling into the sea.
“Yes,” Vivienne said. “I am not above the law of cause and effect.” She looked back at her tail of shadows. “But now we have the possibility of a new beginning. My time, and that of my sisters, is over. We were at the mercy of the era of Aries. But you have help, Divine Skylar, from the Feminine that has returned to the sky.” She gestured to the moon, shining brightly above. “The planet and her sisters are in a new place in the solar system, raining new energies upon you. Eris, the Divine Feminine warrior planet, has returned to assist. Mars is a great combatant but is no match for the woman warrior. Think of the mother who would kill for her child—that is Eris. She will wait for eternity until the right time to strike. And then the ignorant can only pray for mercy.”
Images of constellations flooded Skylar’s mind. “I was just getting the hang of earth magic, and now you’re throwing the stars at me.” She watched the melting ice on the ends of the globe. “There are secrets there. Magic and wisdom thawing that will amaze humanity.”
“Yes,” Vivienne said. “This magic is trickling into the world of form through the fresh, pure water. Today is the summer solstice, coinciding with the arrival of the thirteenth moon—my moon. I knew coming here was a risk. Everything is coming online, as it were. Time portals are now open, timelines are malleable. This is Cyril’s window to act. If he finds the citrine wall or takes your stone now, before all the ley lines are connected, he will have the power to take hold of all human potential for the next thirteen thousand years.”