The Last Queen of Lemuria by Gloria Mur Read Free Book Online Page B

can we do?"
    -         "You can return the Shintaman.  You're not being asked to find Excalibur, or fight with dragons," smiled Kriida, "Kut Kumi will explain it all tomorrow. Are you in?"
    -         "Of course we are," answered Marina, speaking for the group. The others exchanged bewildered glances.
    Kriida added,
    "the stone is hidden to the eyes of a Shambhalan. Our instruments are powerless. Lucius himself is personally surrounding it with a force-field which cannot be penetrated by Light. Thus, we had to go a different route. But which route exactly, you will find out later. By the way, have you been to the Museum yet?”
    - "The Museum? You have a Museum?"  remarked Andrei in astonishment, checking to see if there was film left in his camera.
    -         "Yes we do, and it's a pretty nice one if I may say so myself," smiled the Teacher,"go, Samir will take you there. He is a wonderful guide."
    -         "Oh, we know what kind of a guide he is," muttered Boris.
    The tourists left the Tower.
    But in the meeting hall, the conversation continued in complete silence. The citizens of Olmolungring communicated telepathically.
    -         "Do you remember everything, Samir?" asked Kriida.
    -         "Yes, Madame Elder. I should take them to the museum. And send them to the past."
    -         "You can't tell them anything. They are too weak. But they are the only reincarnated Lemurians left in this time."
    -         "So, I am to deceive them?"
    -         "Samir, Samir. You will be lying to save them. You must send them to their past incarnations before sunset. They will return the Shintaman to us, I am very hopeful. The fate of the world is in the hands of weak people, whom we cannot even tell about their own mission," sighed Kriida.
    The Elders nodded in sadness.
    -         "Samir, be careful with the Memory Ray. It must not be interrupted. They cannot remember who they are or where they are from. Let everything in Lemuria be as it was in its last days.”
    Samir bowed to the Council and left.
     
     
    Chapter 7. The Experiment.
     
    A long tunnel led to the museum. Along the walls were white marble statues of human height. The guests carefully walked around them.
    -         "Somatics?" asked Marina.
    -         "No," answered Samir, "this is the gallery of marble Envoys. Those who went up to the World Above forever. You've probably heard of them."  - And he began to list them: "Orpheus, Zoroaster, Plato, Pythagoras, Paracelsus, Lao Tzu, Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, Muhammad, Saint Germain... Those being of course their earthly names."
    -         I understand, Buddha, Jesus and Muhammad, they are prophets," interrupted Margo, "but how did Pythagoras and Plato get there?"
    -         "Different Envoys were sent to humankind for different reasons. Some brought knowledge. And others brought faith. Jesus gave life, to cleanse the human race of filth. But people have made the Nazarene an idol, and thought up a new religion."
    -         "Well, he was the son of God," Nastia protested.
    -         "Just as you are," nodded Samir. "We are all the beloved children of God. Alas, not everyone is aware of this fact."
     
    When they went inside, a ray of light from an oil lamp was illuminating the room. "Now that's what I call a museum!" The exhibits were sitting right on the floor. It smelled like a library- of old paper and dust. It was dry and chilly. Tools used by ancient people, knights' suits of armor, weapons, ancient statues of the Olympian gods, dishes, furniture, decorations, pictures, from ancient to modern, all mixed together. Every object had a tag with an inscription in an unknown language. The tourists looked it all over in perplexity.
    -         "Oh my!" – exclaimed Margo. She took the bejeweled box, the only object on a separate pedestal.  The box held nothing, but it was lined with fine velvet on the inside-