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  THE

  WOMEN

  OF THE

  ROSE

  BEYOND

  LIGHT AND DARK

  BOOK 3 OF THE TRILOGY

  SARA ESTEY

  The Women of The Rose

  Beyond Light and Dark

  Copyright © 2020 by Sara Estey.

  All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Book and Cover design by Rebecca Fiverr.

  Edited by Michael Linden

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1: Three Months Earlier

  Chapter 2: Florence

  Chapter 3: Castle in the Sea

  Chapter 4: Shangri-La

  Chapter 5: The Ageless Monastery

  Chapter 6: Nirvana: Sex and Kundalini

  Chapter 7: Mary, who art thou?

  Chapter 8: Love is Timeless

  Chapter 9: Orangutans and Man

  Chapter 10: The Priest

  Chapter 11: An Awakening

  Chapter 12: Women of the Rose

  Chapter 13: Relativity of Time

  Chapter 14: An Age of Higher Dimensions

  Chapter 15: Preparing for a Homecoming

  Chapter 16: The Danger Among Us

  Chapter 17: The Art of Creation

  Chapter 18: No Way Out

  Chapter 19: Divisively Done

  Chapter 20: Parallel Realities

  Chapter 21: 10 years later

  Introduction

  Over 30,000 years ago we had evolved. Because we had honored the land, and each other, we had transcended.

  The foliage was thick; the land was cold. The foliage died; and the land was hot.

  Through it all we persevered; we survived; we thrived.

  Over 30,000 years ago we began to master the elements: the sorcery. Yet, through our evolution, we forgot our beginnings.

  In love and light, we saw only the love: the purity of being, the oneness. We arose to a place of lightness, to a vibration of peace and tranquility. We were translucent in our form, and heavenly in our thoughts.

  Thoughts were not what we knew them to be for—now—we were one, and were in the moment of all moments, of all times. We lay in the cradle of bliss and loved in the openness of all.

  In such a state, we opened ourselves to the planetary forces that descended; and in love we accepted their arrival with open arms. In our light, we saw no dark and, in seeing no dark, we opened ourselves up to falling back down, to starting over, to beginning again. Not in a cave of rock, but in a cave of our own making.

  Tonight, I sit on the beach in the darkness. A fire smolders as a Hindu priest relays ancient wisdom to me through a translator. In the darkness, I listen and I observe. I have come so far on my journey. Yet, here I sit alone, in the dark, with these two men whom I have asked for guidance.

  Have I gone astray? Is this real? So much has come through to me and my friends from the Community. What the priest is telling me is not what I had expected to hear. I did not expect to go back before Sumeria for the answers to humanity’s salvation. I had thought the efforts we had made in the Community would have helped with the evolution of man. I had hoped that we would at least have made some strides in relaying the truths in a way that others would understand.

  Perhaps the cycles of time are hard to fathom. If Christ, Buddha, and all the saints and sages, had not been able to relay such a simple truth in a way that humans could understand, how could I expect that we would have been able to do so?

  The history is.

  The pattern is laughable.

  After 30,000 years we—as light—could not comprehend the dark of our downfall, as we had forgotten our history in the name of only seeing the light. We fell. Now, a mere 6,000 years after our most recent rise and fall, we are again falling deep into the dark, returning to our most ancient roots.

  Perhaps, our earth mother feels our pain and assists in accelerating our plight. For, even in an age of ice, we rose to our highest selves.

  Perhaps, we have again forgotten. In the depths of the isolation of our being, in the depths of our individual caves, and in this modern world, we grasp firmly to anything we can hold on to, trying not to drown in the chaos of separatism around us.

  I had seen the handprints in the cave in Sulawesi, Indonesia, earlier this week. The prints date back some 37,000 to 44,000 years. I had felt in the energies of those ancient peoples the beginnings of our cycle to ascension.

  Sitting on the beach with the priest, and the translator, I understood that the ramifications of what I now know are beyond anything the team expected.

  Perhaps we did not fail. Perhaps we were only beginning to unlock the answer: not an answer from the times of Christ; not an answer from the times of ancient Egypt, or Sumeria. Those times held answers. But these answers were closer to the end of our story, or the beginning of our current cycle into darkness.

  No, the real answers lie in our beginnings: before we fell; before the ancient Starseed interventions and attacks.

  Here in Indonesia, I feel safe. My daughter is due to meet me tomorrow. The world is literally exploding around me. Yet here—on this beach, with this priest, in the dark— I feel safe.

  The last ember of the fire dies. The sky is magical, and the light from the stars and the moon lead me back to my hut on the seashore. Sitting on my porch steps, I look up at the stars and ask for guidance.

  I thought I was done. I thought it was all too much. I thought we had failed. But how can I look away now, after seeing the handprints in the ancient cave, and knowing that there is in fact a way out?

  CHAPTER 1

  Three Months Earlier

  Presenting on the stage, I look out at the crowd. We have four hundred people in attendance today. I cannot even make out all their faces when they applaud, as I wrap up our daylong seminar on transcendence through the healing water, and the Flower of Life.

  The Flower is projected on the screen behind me. Larger than life, it changes color from red to orange, to yellow, green, blue, violet, and bright white. The colors of the seven main chakras are represented as it rotates, in slow motion, to the sounds of upbeat healing music. Glenda has recorded the musical pieces for the events we are holding, and they have an other-worldly vibe to them. She has channeled in the angels of light, to assist with the healings we are doing.

  As I walk off the stage, I feel my aching feet. The seventh presentation in less than two weeks has been tiring me.

  “Nice work, Mary,” David says, as I walk backstage.

  David has flown in to meet up with me, as we have a dinner with some influential people in London, tonight.

  “Thanks David. Why don’t you join me at the audience reception, and then we can drive over to dinner together,” I say, giving him a big hug.

  I’m still amazed how quickly we have been able to pull off the seminars to relay the ideas of transcending beyond our genetic manipulation. It has been a quick process. It seems a lifetime ago that we had spent a month together in Florence, putting together the final deliverables for the program.

  It will be nice to get back to Florence in a few days, I think to myself.

  A woman, dressed in traditional Muslim attire, pulls me out of my thoughts as she comes up to me.

  “Mary? Hi,” she says. “My name is Iny
a, and I really enjoyed your performance. I wanted to talk to you about genetic manipulation, though. My family has lines with the Reptilians and I think you may be in direct danger.”

  She, of course, is not the first in the audience to come to me with words of warning. We knew, going into this, that we would be a target for the dark forces on the planet.

  I look to my right and see that David is in deep discussion with a gentleman in the corner. He glances at me and gives me a wink as if to say, carry on. I think to myself, he may know the man he is speaking to. It looks as if he does.

  “I think that you should leave England immediately,” Inya continues. “I know you don’t know me. But the powers that be don’t want you, or your team, to continue and have no issue taking you all out.”

  Looking across to David, I wave him over, hoping he can save me from this woman. But, when I turn back to address her comment, she is gone.

  “Yes, Mary,” David says, walking toward me, “what is it?”

  “Oh, never mind, she left,” I reply. “Just another person warning me or, rather, warning us, that we are in danger.”

  David gets us each a glass of wine, and we continue to mingle with the crowd for another twenty minutes, before making our way out to the car that has been sent for us.

  “I’ve been to the estate that we are going to before,” David says. “I knew Michael when he was part of Parliament. He visited me when I went deep into my work after leaving the Church, before I was told to keep my work quiet. That must have been some forty years ago.”

  I look at David, still amazed by the fact he is well into his eighties. His smooth skin and handsome features suggest an age of forty, if that.

  “So, Sir Michael hasn’t seen you for forty years?” I ask. “Then, he is in for a surprise.”

  We chat about the progress on our mission as we make the hour-long drive out of London, to the country estate. David will be giving his first lecture in two days. We in the Community feel that, as he has lived in Florence for so many years, it is time for him to show himself, and present the program.

  We have received some press in the national papers, as well as magazines, this past month. Our discussions on how to raise one’s vibration to what it was originally, before it was altered, is getting mixed reviews.

  We had decided to leave the Reptilian and Starseed connection out of the explanation about why our DNA had been manipulated some 5000 to 3500 years BC. In our presentations, we reviewed how we had some DNA genetic dormancy and, that the combination of the moving salt water, Flower of Life, Sun or electricity, plus the Ankh-like rod, would help to activate our original DNA, our dormant DNA, and the crystals within us; and, most importantly, those existing within our spinal column, or kundalini. The water bath, itself, was much like the baptisms that had been practiced before Christianity.

  Some people are saying that we are touting a New Age church. Other people just say we are ‘spiritual nuts’. But, the numbers of those attending the presentations has been well noted. Consequently, the crowds over the past few months have grown. More and more people are signing up for the seminar. Our original hope to reach some 10,000 people in our first year’s roll out now looks to be doable.

  As we drive up to the large estate, I admire the architecture, and the size, of what I would call a mansion. It stands luminous under the star-filled night sky, with lighting strategically set to show off the amazing architecture of the place. Large candles have been set along the driveway, as well as on either side of the entrance to the estate.

  As we walk up to the giant doors of the grand entrance, a butler opens them and has us follow him inside. As he walks ahead of us into the entry space, I see his face glitch. I look over at David to see if he has noticed, but he is looking at a painting on the wall.

  “Mary, this is a picture of Sir Michael and I, when we were young men,” he says. “Sir Michael had at one time thought to join the clergy and had studied with me, but he only lasted a year.”

  “Damn correct,” an old man interrupts, as he hobbles up behind us with the help of his cane.

  David turns around to give Sir Michael a hug.

  “What?” Michael says as he looks in disbelief. “David, is that really you?”

  “Yes, the years have been good to me,” David replies.

  “Good? You don’t look a day over thirty-five! I want to hear how you have done this. As you can see, the years have not been so kind to me. Also, about your seminar program. I venture that what you are covering has to do with the fact you are not aging?” Sir Michael asks.

  We follow Michael into a study where a few other men and women are milling about. He offers us a drink and introduces us to the others.

  An English scientist who is studying DNA, a few of the financial elite, and a number of David’s old friends are the guests we will be dining with.

  I find it a bit strange that such a small crowd has been invited to this dinner. But, I’m also relieved. I feel exhausted, and hope that dinner will not be too long, as we still have the drive back to our hotel in London. The pace at which we have been rolling out the program is beginning to take its toll on me.

  As we are served dinner in the dining room, Michael tells me about his family, and the estate. It goes back some one thousand years and his family has been prominent in England even longer.

  “I’m not sure how many years I have left on this Earth,” Michael says, “which makes me want to know: what exactly have you done to not age, David?”

  As the butler refills our wine glasses, I see his face glitch again. I kick David under the table since he is sitting to my right. He glances at me, and I lean over and whisper in his ear: “Reptilian.”

  David looks at me, as he understands.

  “Oh, just diet and such. I’ve had the opportunity to live a rather leisurely life, after leaving the clergy, early on,” David says.

  “Yes, but there must be more to it than that?” Michael asks.

  “Yes, well, perhaps a bit more for another day,” David says.

  “Please tell us a bit about your program,” Ms. Laura, the scientist, says.

  I explain about the activation of DNA and how we are doing it with the water, energy, Flower of Life, and Ankh-like rod.

  “Yes, well it all sounds a bit unbelievable,” Ms. Laura responds. “However, we have all heard about the results for those attending, and how their lives have changed. Or, more aptly, how their outlook on life has changed. We have also seen how they are healing now from physical ailments and looking younger. So, there is something to it, I suppose.”

  “Yes, there is. Why don’t you all come to our next presentation in Florence,” David says.

  “Perhaps, we shall,” Ms. Laura replies.

  Coughing, Michael tells us he won’t be able to, as he is not up to traveling these days. “Perhaps you can arrange for a private presentation? For an old friend?”

  “Yes, well, we can perhaps do that,” David says. “Meanwhile, much as we enjoy the company, we are exhausted, and Mary and I need to get back to our hotel in London.”

  Driving back, I look at David. “Did you notice anything odd there?”

  “I noticed one of the financial men glitch,” he says.

  Well, it was not surprising, being with the London elite, that we would run into the Reptilians. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, and ready to leave the dark and dreary city of London for Italy the next day.

  As soon as I lay down in my hotel room, I fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the day.

  “My lady, we have a message for you,” the butler says as he hands me a silver platter with an envelope on it.

  “For me? From who?” I ask, as I open the envelope and read the note: I miss you, Peter

  The butler starts chuckling. Next, he is laughing and bowling over, as he shapeshifts into a giant Reptilian. Looking up at me, the butler leers, as he continues to laugh. I am paralyzed for a second, and then I start to run. I am running fast, and I run
right into Peter. He also is laughing at me.

  “You are dead, I saw you die. You are dead, goddamn it,” I scream.

  “Quit shaking me, stop it,” I yell.

  “Mary, Mary, wake up.”

  I slowly open my eyes to see that it is not Peter, or a Reptilian, but David sitting on my bed, holding me.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “You were not answering your phone, and our car is here for the airport. Are you okay?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say, as I quickly explain that I had a frightening dream, and beg for twenty minutes to shower and get ready.

  He orders me a coffee, and waits, while I frantically get my things together. I explain about the dream, and the note, which was similar to the actual note I received from Peter when I was in Cairo. Of course, then, he was alive. I had seen him die with my own eyes twice in Egypt.

  “I’m sure he is dead,” David assures me. “It was just a dream, Mary.”

  We quickly race down to the car with our to-go coffees and pastries, in hand. The driver nods, and assures us we will still make our flight to Florence, from Heathrow.

  I tell David more about the dream, as we drive, and my misgivings about seeing the shapeshifters last night. He agrees that it is good we are leaving London.

  It has been rumored that the Royal bloodline is in fact a Reptilian line. Most of us do have some Reptilian blood in us. But, the rulers of England, along with a small ruling class, have held the power for a long time, in conjunction with the Reptilians.

  Our project is going to change that. We have already started to assist people to ascend their vibration, and take back their personal power. Knowing all of this, it is understandable that we are not welcomed by those in power.

  “I think your dream was just part of everything that happened yesterday,” David says as we speed toward Heathrow. “The warning you received from the lady at the seminar. The shapeshifters last night. It is completely understandable that you would have a nightmare.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Florence

  “What do you mean you need to take me to the Vatican? It can wait, I have a seminar I’m to present tomorrow. I can come by to meet with the President of the Pontifical Commission in a few days,” David says to the men who have met us at the baggage claim area in Florence.