The Gaia Criterion
By Leslie E. Hoffman
Twenty-six thousand years ago the centers of two great galaxies, Antalya and Valuvion, aligned. This astronomical phenomenon created a worm hole permitting travel between the two. During this window of opportunity, the Liwyatan council sent a delegation of citizens from their planet in the Antalya Galaxy to colonize planet Gaia in the Valuvion Galaxy.
Sometime after the last Ice Age
Theocrites emerged from the Nemurian Sea and walked toward the city of Nemu where he had arranged to meet with the Ahura to review the initiation of Mission Gaia. Prior to entering the city, the Liwyatan ambassador assumed the physical form of a bearded elder wearing the traditional gauze-like tunic of woven papyrus and sandals made of reeds.
On his way to the Temple of Nemu, Theocrites, an admirer of cultural architecture, was intrigued by an open structure with terra cotta columns and tiles of primary colors paving its floor. Spotting a woman sitting on its perimeter steps, he inquired about the structure's design.
“It is called an Ionic portico,” the woman responded. “This particular building is a school of higher learning where I and others teach the subjects of philosophy, harmonics, mathematics, and astronomy.” She explained that the students consisted of second and third generation Gaians, born and raised within the walls of Nemu. “They are gentle, light-hearted beings, unlike the native tribes outside of the city-state.”
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Theocrites thanked the teacher for her time and proceeded on to the Temple. There, he paused once again and studied the design of this ziggurat constructed of sandstone and clay blocks, with terraced gardens planted on its stepped exterior and elliptical-shaped airships hovering above its rooftop landing pad.
Upon entering the assembly hall, Theocrites was greeted by Ahura Mithra, Gaia's spiritual leader, attired in a long, white tunic and white conical-shaped hat. Gathered nearby, the temple priests were attired similarly in black.
In the center of the hall, a cedar lioness rested atop a golden chest inlaid with lapis lazuli. A cobalt light beam rose from the lioness’ head, traveled toward the skylight in the roof of the temple, and merged with a platinum beam descending from deep space. This merging created a violet, electromagnetic light display during the transmission of communications to and from Liwyatan’s Gaian delegation.
“Please, Ambassador Theocrites, be seated,” said the Ahura as he lowered himself onto his gold leafed throne. “You must be hungry after your long journey. Help yourself to the food and wine before you.”
“Thank you, Your Holiness. The flight was relatively uneventful, but it was tedious.”
“Although I've looked forward to your visit, Ambassador, the initiation of our mission is not as pleasantly anticipated. Of course, I understand the necessity for the de-evolution, but the transformation into Gaian consciousness will be a challenge to the spirit of all Liwyatans.”
“I sympathize, Your Holiness, but have been instructed to stress the importance of our race developing an empathic connection with Gaians via co-evolution if we are to understand how to effectively deal with lesser evolved beings elsewhere in the universe.”
“Yes, yes,” the Ahura reluctantly conceded. “I'd simply prefer the process be...less lengthy. Tell me, will the procedure allow my cells to retain genetic memory?”
“Of course, Your Holiness. However, you won’t experience total recall of your celestial origin until you awaken to your omniscience in approximately 10,000 years when the center-point of Gaia's northern hemisphere, winter solstice sun once again aligns with the equators of both galaxies.
“As the collective intellect evolves with each physical incarnation, flashes of insight will sometimes make you doubt your sanity. You will either be called a prophet or a lunatic, depending upon the times. A deep yearning for transcendence will haunt you. This unfamiliar mental and emotional anguish you will experience is necessary before you’re able to shed your first empathetic tear.”
“Is it that simple?” the Ahura asked as he rose and walked deliberately toward the cedar lioness, laying his hand on the back of its neck as if to pet it. “When I shed my first tear, I will awaken to the full knowledge of our mission?”
“No, Your Holiness, the process will be gradual. Keeping in mind that linear time is an illusion, each incarnation will shine a small amount of light onto the question of your ultimate purpose. Enlightenment will result from living within your heart.”
Offering no response, not even a nod of acknowledgment, the Ahura dropped his hand from the lioness and returned to his throne. Except, Theocrites could have sworn he heard a small sigh of resignation escape the Ahura.
The following morning Theocrites returned to the sea where his aide, Gilash, was waiting in the form of a dolphin. The ambassador also assumed the dolphin's form as he submerged, and both took a moment to enjoy this ethereal realm. Animals would not be subjected to the consciousness transformation, because their forms would occasionally be inhabited to monitor the progress of Mission Gaia.
Theocrites and Gilash swam toward what appeared to be a southern sunset, a red-orange glowing sphere, where ambassador and aide metamorphosed into their celestial forms before ascending the stairway into their spacecraft.
Now that Mission Gaia had been activated, no more could be done until the majority of the Gaian race evolved into a higher state of consciousness. As their craft crossed Gaia's celestial equator, Theocrites and Gilash looked forward to the time of their return when all Liwyatans would be transported back to their home planet.
Earth – 2010 – The Bazaar, Mt. Charleston, Nevada
Wearing blue jeans and a tunic style blouse of white gauze, Michele unpacked the crystal dolphins and arranged them on her table according to size. Holding one of the crystals up to the sunlight, Michele’s eyes reflected aquamarine, the color of the Arabian Sea.