RIKLA «The Fire of the Unified Cosmos»
Volume One, page 25
"Rodaina", Kiev, 2010
Foreword by the Cosmos
The sun, after weakening its afternoon power, was hanging like a red ball over the western line of the city of the Main Abode. The Pharaoh’s immovable gaze had been fixed on the East for many hours already. It was an inquiring gaze not expecting an answer, a gaze of hope not knowing its master, a gaze into infinity, into Eternity, a gaze—Prayer. A deep furrow lay down between the eyebrows on his face being quite recently smooth like a polished surface of a stone in the palace.
For three Moons already he had been hearing a Call from the Abode of the High Priest, but for the first time since the moment of his incarnation his Heart was seized by some unknown force not permitting his body to make a single movement in the direction of the Temple of his Family—the Family of the Pharaoh. For three times already the Sun had risen over the city living without its Pharaoh and only Heneya, silent like a Moon itself, a faithful loving Priestess of the Temple of the Fire was giving life to the city.
A flow of
people seemed to have been streaming from all over the world towards the
palace, seeking for protection against the Earth and the Heavens that
became rage. And every morning Heneya would
appear at the upper arch of the palace so that all this human sea could
see her and the Fire blazing brightly in her hand. This Fire of her
— Awake, Sunny! Lift the veil that shrouded your Heart. Everything and everyone is waiting for you and only you, for your omnipotent and effective Power of a Creator. The Priests are ready to implement the Inscription. Rikl is calling you…
of unprecedented beauty appeared before his sight at the foot of the
On the upper
step Rikl—the High Priest of the sacred
— Brother of Mine, if you didn’t come with the sunset today, you would be meeting all the Priests and Me on the steps of your palace at sunrise tomorrow.
and the power of Joy spilled through His words and embracing each other,
the Lords walked into the Altar room. In the middle of the room stood
a tall chalice carved from golden-green transparent stone in the bosom
of which shone a bright violet-white Living Fire of the Family. The Priests
were standing around the Altar, forming a circle with a small passage
in front of it. All were silent and only the sounds of unknown music were
quietly streaming from some place deep in the interior of the
…The first rays of the rising Sun lit up the upper arch of the Pharaoh’s palace. Next to the arch on a large coat of arms of the Family hewn from the golden stone the Pharaoh was standing.
He was the Lord of a Light Family of people—Creators, who had been carrying their Creative Work to the Earth for many incarnations, the Lord, having always knowing the Inscription and bearing it in his Heart, but not yet knowing at sunset that he was the one, who would implement this Inscription. And now looking at the city and the people coming here he was calm and stronger even more than before. He raised his arm above his head and a Living Fire began shining in his hand.
first time in their lives all people without exception were seeing their
Lord, shining with the Fire of the Deity. As if from the Heavens sounded
his voice, resounding in the Heart of everyone who had come to the
— Brothers, we are to implement the Inscription. I will lead you by the final Path to Eternity. Let the Fire, which used to give you strength in your Creativity, make you strong enough to go through this path and cross the Gate of Eternity in joy and calmness. I will be the first to go, but I’ll leave you my voice. It will give strength to everyone until the very last moment of his life…
Everything became silent… and the next moment the sound of music was heard above the city. It was the sound of His Voice; it was a Call—his Prayer to Eternity…
An endless stream of people having merged with the waters falling continuously from the sky onto the Earth set out to the North towards rising peaks of the mountains. Not a single teardrop fell down from people’s eyes on the already flooded Earth. There was no Lord any more, neither was there Heneya so loved by people, no High Priest with all His Palace… nor were there the last bearers of the Knowledge of the Family, but there was still a steady stream of people arriving… And there were neither mothers or fathers, nor children among them… there were only brothers helping each other to move along washed away mountain slopes. And only the voice of their beloved Lord and Teacher was sounding all over the land and in the Heart of everyone…
On the night of a solemn performance in the
…People kept moving towards one of the low mountain peaks. In the center of it they saw a big crater. The land was dry at the foot of the mountain and it was getting hot, though the Sun wasn’t seen. The day and the night stopped existing. The newly arrived saw huge fires where everybody was throwing their clothes and moved further naked. It wasn’t already ascension but a sloping movement to the center of the peak. On coming closer to the crater people were seized by a slight shivering from within…
…Approaching the edge of the precipice everyone heard the same voice accompanying him, but now this voice sounded gently, as if the Lord was singing a lullaby solely to him. A man would stop, raise his head and begin listening. At some point, the voice grew increasingly quieter and thinner and at last died down. In this silence a man was feeling as if some vast, unknown force was being poured into him… and he would begin seeing the Light. The Light would grow brighter and brighter and finally it would begin shining right in front of him and he… would make a step forward toward this shining…
…Thus left the face of the Earth one of the last Pure Families of Light of the last Great human civilization on this planet.
…It did happen…