The Quantum Conspiracy: A Novel of Possibilities

Texas

Chapter 1

The Anna Mitchell-Hedges Crystal Skull was the starting point. The twelve met in one of the alabaster chambers in the great Cathedral of Sirius for a meditation with the Crystal Skull, which had been placed in Belize centuries before as a guide and beacon for the journey they were about to take. The focus of this meditation was to imprint forever the identities of each of the twelve on each other’s genetic memories. From this time forward, they would always be able to recognize each other when they met again on Earth regardless of the circumstances. As they gathered in their emerald robes with gold trim and were illumined by the torch sconces on the circular walls, they knew at last the journey was about to begin.

Actually this part of the journey began 80 years ago in Belize when F.A. Mitchell-Hedges anchored his 125 foot yacht off the coast and went inland to build a base camp for his explorations for Mayan ruins and buried treasure. His daughter, Anna, was in her early teens and was required to stay at the compound. One day she was playing at the edge of the compound when she noticed something shining out of a hole in the rocky ground. She called some of the native staff and they helped her dig up the object. As it came out of the ground all the local people began to scream with excitement. They knew exactly what this thing was. They had heard about it from their beginnings. For centuries the mythology of this unique crystal had been told and retold. Reputed to have been used by the Mayans in ceremonies, it had been lost or buried hundreds of years ago awaiting this moment. Finders, keepers. When it came time to leave Belize in 1927, the locals gave the skull to Anna, and she and her father sailed to Boston where it was examined and analyzed at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The scientists were unable to determine how this had been crafted, as no tools available at the time could have created such a perfect carving in crystal. All they could say for sure was that artists working continuously for 300 years to polish it to perfection must have crafted it.

Anna Mitchell-Hedges kept this skull with her wherever she went from that time forward and it became the focus of her life. She was living in Canada in November 1963 on a large estate. The skull was kept in a locked closet upstairs. One afternoon, after lunch, Anna felt compelled to go upstairs to check on the skull. Normally, the skull remained at a steady temperature of 70 degrees regardless of the environment. She opened the door and went to the skull to check it. She noticed it was wet with sweat and very cold to the touch. Very Strange. Other than that, all was well and she locked the door and went back down stairs. The TV news was on and the volume was turned up. Walter Cronkite was just announcing that President Kennedy had been assassinated. This brought back thoughts of the original purpose of the skull.

According to tradition, when a revered elder, such as a shaman, was about to die, a search was conducted to find a young boy who had all the traits of the elder. Once found, the High Priest took the youth and the dying elder to the highest level of the most sacred pyramid for a succession ritual. The old man and the young man were placed on their backs side by side and the skull was placed between them. During the following ritual lasting hours, the old man died and the young man received all of his wisdom. He and the priest then came down from the pyramid and the community celebrated their new shaman.

Anna had many adventures between 1963 and when I met her in 1990 at the Crystal Shop in SOHO in New York. She was there at the request of the owner, Paul, to place the skull on display for visitors to experience whatever power the skull contained. Visitors were allowed 30 minutes with the skull and were encouraged to meditate as they touched the skull to feel its vibrations. Paul later told me the whole store was vibrating at a high level during the thirty minutes I was there with three other people. I was delighted when I was subsequently invited to my friend Ken’s home for a private meditation with Paul, Anna, her traveling companion, Charlie and Mark. Anna told us more of the stories of her travels with the skull and revealed that the skull was in fact her life’s mission.

After the story telling, Ken led a meditation on the skull. This is where the story begins for me. We sat around a table in the large New York penthouse living room. The table was inlaid with rocks from around the world and made a striking site all by itself. I closed my eyes and the next thing I experienced was sitting with these seven people in a large circular room that was made of alabaster and mysteriously illumined both from within the alabaster itself and also by torches that were burning in sconces around the room. We all wore exquisite robes, like judges robes, but they were made of a wonderful shimmering emerald green cloth, trimmed with gold. Words were not spoken in this place, as everyone communicated telepathically. I don’t remember what happened during this time. When it was over and I opened my eyes back in the living room, I was stunned to hear that everyone else in the room had also been transported to where I was in the meditation and they remembered it. They didn’t know what it was about either. For years afterward, I would think back to that night and try to imagine what it all meant. All I could figure out was that it was a very important experience in my life and maybe someday I would understand its significance. That someday arrived thirteen years later. This is my story. I am the rememberer and the keeper of the sacred mysteries. I go all the way back to the beginning. I am the whale. This is my music. Sing along with me.

From My Journal.

Chapter 2

How the Messengers Helped Me Discover My Role

Michael

I walked across the street from our old house to the new house we were about to move into. My new wife, Grace Devereaux, was sitting on the front porch with Michael, an old friend and one of the people building the house. They were in a nice conversation and I joined them. What’s going on? Michael was just telling me about his tattoo. I had seen it hundreds of times. It was on his right wrist and looked like a dolphin with a rose covering it. It’s a picture of his Merkabah. His what? It’s the ship he was captain of on the trip here. What trip? They both smiled as if I were the odd man out and they knew the big secret. The trip that brought us here from Sirius. I give up, what in the hell are you two talking about? Grace Devereaux said, You and I have talked about this before. We came here from Sirius on a special mission. Right then I realized that my new wife and my old friend had just thrown open the big front door of woo-woo-ville. Space travel and special missions? Please.

Michael told me that several years before; a seer had told him that he was the captain of a group of twelve souls who had traveled across the galaxy to Earth to be here for a special moment. As soon as he heard this, he recognized truth in this and had a space ship tattooed on his wrist to remind him of whom he was. Then he discovered that he did not want to tell people about the meaning of this tattoo. He went back to the tattoo artist and had him turn the space ship into a dolphin, the primary symbol of the Sirians, and then add a rose on top of that to completely obscure what it was all about. And soon I forgot this story from Michael’s life. The conversation with him and Grace Devereaux started when she commented that the rose was a symbol of the Ancient Mystical Order of the Rosicrucians, still active today keeping the secrets which they have been promised will someday soon need to be revealed to the entire world.

So Michael was the captain. As I sat there, they went on with their conversation as if the world had not moved when this was revealed to me. What the hell are you two doing? First you tell me the most amazing thing I have ever heard and then you go on as if you were deciding what salad dressing to have for lunch. Well, we just know all about it so there was no need to make a big deal of it. Grace Devereaux said. She and I had known since we first met on the Internet that we had a special purpose for being together and she seemed to know all the secrets, which I was trying so hard to understand or at least trying to believe. And then this.

Just a few thoughts got me to thinking about Michael’s role in my life. He was younger than me, an Olympic athlete, and a successful stock trader. He befriended me and from the start had a very caring and protective manner in relating to me. I liked him and felt there was a deep bond between us, but on the surface it didn’t make sense. We are not alike at all. A year and a half before, when I was still single, I had a car accident resulting in major surgery and Michael served as my nurse when I first got home from the day surgery. He did it all, got the pills, and cooked the food, the whole thing. It was such a kind gesture, but confusing….why me? Why did I deserve such kindness?

Now on the porch it all started to come back to me. He was the captain, both the commander and the keeper for himself and eleven other souls and Grace Devereaux and I were two of them. The three of us were instantly bonded to each other and today that bond is stronger than ever. Now there were three of us who had connected so easily that day on the front porch. And the surprising thing was we knew the adventure had begun in earnest. Just the timing seemed funny. We knew we were real, but we had a sense that we were just visiting Earth. We would go back to Sirius to prepare to return to Earth for the real work to begin in 2008.

It was the spring of 2004. For four years I had been battling my intuition that kept saying, and still does for that matter, that we are headed into a tumultuous and serious time. The 2004 election was several months away and I kept hoping against hope that we would wake up in time to prevent Bush’s re-election. If we could wake up fast enough, we might be able to spare America and the world the consequences of four more years of this cancerous affliction affecting our country. I did my best those days to shake people awake, but government sponsored fear is a very powerful sleeping potion and sleep we did, right through the election. And everyone was sleeping so soundly. Many still are. My favourite bumper sticker from that campaign was: Bush / Cheney 04: Thanks for not paying attention!

In time the recognition I experienced with Michael lost its shock value and life went on, except I kept thinking about this. The experience in the alabaster chamber came back more frequently until I finally accepted that I was there, was one of whoever they might be and I actually had a specific role as one of the twelve under Michael’s command. This book is my part of the mission. It comes to me as I write, as if all I have to do is drive the keyboard and the words magically jump onto the screen.

The New Man

The Clan of the Cave Bear is an historical fiction novel by Jean M. Auel. It is a wonderful book and reveals to the reader what it was like when we had different bodies, different DNA, and very different understandings of who we were. At one point a child is born with fair skin and a wobbly neck unlike the stiff necks all the others were born with. Everyone assumed this new and strange child was deformed and as a result was shunned. In reality this new child was a new version of the human species. One day everyone was alike and the next day there were two kinds of man roaming the Earth……….the old cave man and the new man.

The picture painted in this book is there to give us a clue about what is happening right now in America and in the World………all over the world. A new man has been born. He comes as a child. Many purport he has a new DNA structure, exceptional psychic skills, and a comprehensive and stunning understanding of the world and where we are in time. Just like that wobbly-necked baby, he is often suspect, misunderstood and a problem for members of the old order. But he is here and on purpose. There is an incredible future coming. He is bringing it and it is already happening. Welcome to the Transformation……you don’t want to miss this. In fact, you can’t miss it.

At times like this, times of great change, tumult and disorder, it is difficult to see and often more difficult to remember there is an order to things. But, even now, there is. When I was a little boy, before I could have remembered all that I know now, I used to doodle the phrase Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country. I did it so much that I began to believe there would be such a time, long before any of the details of what is happening now were even seeable. But there were hints and guides along the way. They seemed to find me when I least expected it. They would appear, bring me a special message and disappear.

A World Trader’s Observation

One afternoon my first wife and I were invited to a garden party at the home of a friend of my parent’s who lived in Palo Alto. His back yard was a beautiful Japanese garden and the perfect place for a summer cocktail party. The guests were charming, distinguished and very interesting. The host introduced me to John Hough, a world trader and a Republican Committeeman from Arizona…..and this was in the time when Barry Goldwater was Mr. Arizona. The host left John and me to talk alone and very quickly he asked me the strangest question: What do you want out of life? I had been thinking a lot about that and had a rapid reply answer: I want to touch the center of the universe and know that I have had the experience. So far so good. Just as quickly, he said the message he was sent there to give me: I am going to tell you something that will save you years and years of time. Everything you experience in life is total insanity, covered over by the thinnest veneer of rationality to make it palatable. And with that he disappeared into the crowd. I thought about that for a long time. I’m certain that it is not all insanity, but I can see so much that is. That message made it easier, much easier, to take what followed.

My Philosophy Professor

Glenn Maxwell brought me a message. Dr. Maxwell was my philosophy teacher at Austin College. He was a loner, well read beyond reason and even though he appeared cold and aloof, it turned out he had a heart of gold and was observant beyond anyone’s awareness at the time. On the day I graduated, he called me into his office and said to me, Mr. Robison, I have a gift for you on this important day in your life. He handed me a gift-wrapped package that was not much bigger than a stack of 75 index cards. I thanked him and left his office. I never saw him again. I opened the little package when I got home to Dallas and it was an old beat up book and he had underlined and annotated almost every page. What kind of present was this?…I wanted something new and shiny. I put the book on my bookshelf, packed it every time I moved and then one day, fourteen years later, as I walked past the book on a shelf at eye level, I saw it and decided that was the moment to see what was actually in it. It was As a Man Thinketh, written in 1880 by James Allen, an obscure professor from New England. It was the transcript of a lecture he had given at that time. Glen Maxwell had given me a profound gift. Not only did he give me a first edition of this classic, but he indeed was a messenger, as the book was the first statement I could understand that contained the truth that our minds and what we think are the real determiners of what we create. In his forward, Allen states:

The object of this book is to stimulate men and women to the discovery and perception of the truth that They themselves are makers of themselves by virtue of the thoughts which they choose and encourage; that mind is the master-weaver, both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance, and that, as they have hitherto woven in ignorance and pain, they may now weave in enlightenment and happiness.

Kurt Vonnegurt’s Message

Kurt Vonnegurt brought me a message. I read Cat’s Cradle while I was getting my graduate degree in Theology at Princeton. There I was studying serious Christian Protestant theology and at the same time reading about Bokonon and his claim that all religion was lies. There were a couple of minutes when I was not sure which was which…….but I learned. It took me twenty-five long and difficult years to work through Christianity, but again, I had guides.

A Message from The Grandfathers

The passage of time and the connection of things was a message brought to me by a Lakota Sioux medicine woman, Two Trees. Paul arranged for Two Trees to lead a sweat lodge for myself and four of my best friends from New York. The sweat lodge was to be held on the mesa on the other side of the Rio Grande from Taos, New Mexico on a Sunday afternoon and evening. The afternoon was spent getting ready for the sweat lodge by finding firewood and stones, building the lodge out of saplings to make a structure which was then covered over with canvas to make it light and heat tight. We made strands of tobacco wrapped in cloth as prayers to wear around our necks for the lodge. As we were doing this, at about 3 PM, a major thunderstorm appeared out of the east coming rapidly across the mountains headed right toward us. The Sun was in the west and the high contrast light at 8000 feet made the color of the storm appear almost black as it rushed toward us. I went to Two Trees and asked if we should be leaving. She said, No, I have already spoken to the thunder gods and they will leave us alone. Right. I could hardly believe what happened next. I was ready to race for the car when this black sheet of rain stopped right in front of us about 30 feet away. It just stopped. On one side was bright sunlight and on the other side a torrential downpour. No wind and no further forward movement. It just stood there. Two Trees explained that the thunder god just wanted to watch us and it did so for what seemed like about a half hour and then it went away…….just drifted back to where it had come from. I had heard about these kinds of things for a long time, but never believed I would see it happen. And this was just the beginning of the sweat lodge magic.

In time the Sun set, the forty-one ceremonial rocks had heated to maximum temperature and we were ready to enter the sweat lodge. We put on bathing suits and crawled in the small opening where several of the hot rocks had already been placed in the center of the circle of the lodge. We sat in the circle with our backs to the lodge wall. The door curtain was closed and all six of us were there together in total darkness. Two Trees explained that the sweat lodge was a purification and prayer ceremony and she led us through that in a series of four prayer rounds. After the first prayer round, one of the guys was too hot and had to get out. The second prayer round ended and another got out. The end of the third prayer round saw another leave. Finally just Two Trees, Mark and I were left. We went through the fourth round of prayers and then Mark left. I was steaming, but unwilling to admit that I was too hot and exhausted to leave. I did not know what to do.

I had kept my hand pushed out under the side of the lodge to try to cool myself off in the outside air and cool ground. Two Trees said, You have been given a great gift tonight. For the first time in your life you are completely grounded. Now tell me what you see. I looked in the total darkness and suddenly there appeared on the ceiling of the lodge enough stars to look like the Milky Way…..bright stars all over the ceiling. But how could that be? I was in total darkness. I told Two Trees what I was seeing and she said, What you are seeing are The Grandfathers. They go all the way back to the beginning of time. If you will say three times, ‘I will keep you in my heart always, Grandfathers’, they will be with you forever. So out loud three times I said, I will keep you in my heart always, Grandfathers. With that the full ceremony ended and I was able to follow Two Trees out the small door. When I stood up and put on my glasses and looked at the dark sky, there they all were, millions of them. The brightest stars I had ever seen. The Grandfathers. They were right there with me, and are to this day.

When the student is ready!

It took me a long time after I met Gene Kieffer to realize he knew I was one of his special projects and he was the major messenger. Gene was correctly named. He is a genius, and like all geniuses, he felt he had been sentenced to spend his life waiting for everyone else to catch up. He challenged