Today, the experience in another set of the world has awakened her spirit to question her birth. She needed to know who she was and what her purpose in this weird circle of life was called. Thus far, moving between one experience to the other, being swift mentally and challenged on spiritual levels. She could not make out who she was. There were fractions of it. Times were she knew that she had extra celestial powers and other times she was simply human. By standing with the street kids she was exposed to the brutality of life as it was seen from another angle. Yes, there was the good but hidden beneath the good was the harsh realities of life that not many talked about. She saw through the lenses of a street child just how cruel the species could be. Saw their selfish acts and midnight escapades. Witness the plots discussed in the night's shadow by men and women in elite positions. Witness the horrors committed by trusted citizens and people of good standing in the workplace, fine houses, religious groups, and all. Ishtar realizes that the streets were to be the training ground she was being prepared for. Here during the midnight hour, everybody stood in the presence of the naked truth. All that they cover up during the night was witnessed by those without shelter. But they didn't have a voice to speak as the society during the day was highly alleviated and the street dweller rejected as the scum of the earth. That very place with its challenges was the shape swifter of Ishtar, as she became to unfold into her purpose. She had weird dreams that would transport her at night to odd places. Passing through spiritual portals and engage with people she didn't know. There were random messages and hints thrown her way and she was certain that it couldn't be ordinary. When she told her new friends about it by day they would simply laugh and call her a witch. Some would even justify that she was a friendly witch. Deep within, it was clear as daylight that her life was
much bigger than the ordinary. Passing through the portal was a mere fraction of who she was. Yet, the answers remained distant. As that night she was moved to yet another dimension to uncover her identity.
By now Ishtar has been on the streets for nearly a year. She was lying peacefully on her mattress when she heard screams and running footsteps. The little boys with whom she started out were safely in a children's home by then and she was alone. There was no time to ask questions. They all knew that a scream was a sign for each one to save his own skin. You had to hide first and ask questions only when the danger has passed. Unfortunately, Ishtar was slow that night and was caught by men dressed in black. Together with other girls she was bundled up in a truck and driven away from the bridge. The truck drove all night and by daybreak, they were in a disserted empty road and space. The drivers had to make a pit stop and the girls were also allowed to come out of the truck. They were allowed to stretch their legs and provided with food and water. Ishtar was trained by her street friends to always sleep with a tiny backpack in which she kept bare necessities. They were accustomed to police raids, gangs harassing them, or even human traffickers ambushing street dwellers, thus they had to be prepared. The smugglers were heavily armed and knew the girls won't be able to escape easily thus they gave them the liberty to leave the truck every time they stopped to rest. They had to make the trip look like a joy ride instead of trafficking in case other cars drove by. Ishtar look around her and saw the beautiful landscape of the country stretching out before her.
From afar, the sand dunes look inviting and capture the adventurers' eye, she knew immediately they were heading for the coast. The dunes stood tall glimmering like gold on the hot summer's day. There are no footsteps and it was void of any human contact. Perhaps it has not yet been discovered by the many adrenaline and adventure-seeking beings who travel to the coast each year to relieve their hunger. Then again, would they, she wondered, because many people do not use the hidden off roads that lead to this part of the country. She looked at the dunes as they stood like mysterious Egyptian pyramids. The wind silent and slowly running through the dunes. Just touching the top like a mother caressing its young. Ishtar looked at it in wonder. The journey was long and tiring. They started out through the Khomas Hochland which is a part of the interior plateau of central Namibia. To get where they are without sounding the alarm the traffickers use the C26 route which was probably the most spectacular and interesting road. It goes from Windhoek along with C26 via Gansberg nicknamed
''Namibia's Table Mountain''. This is the longest and the highest pass in Namibia. The name derived from the Nama word ''gan'' meaning ''flat on top''. It's one of the highest roads in the country. The pass is traversed by the C26, a gravel road. The flat-topped Gamsberg is part of the Great Escarpment that separates the Khomas Highland to the east from the low-lying Namib Desert to the west. The route travels through the southern regions of the Namib Naukluft National Park, and it will lead you all the way to Walvis Bay on the iconic Namibian coast. The drive is rough on a mostly gravel road. The unpaved sections of the road can be impassable when wet. After the rain, sections of the road can become decidedly hazardous when fast-flowing creek crossings and slippery mud can cause road closures. The pass is one of Namibia's most popular passes and it is, in fact, the highest and the longest pass in the country. Its elevation and the fact that it overlooks the Kuiseb River in the valley below it make it one of the most scenic 4x4
routes you can travel on in Namibia. The road is a far more scenic alternative to the traditional route along with the tarred B1 and B2. The pass takes adventurers past several abandoned mines and houses. Two notable sites along the route are the old Liebig House and the ruins of the Von Francois Fort. The former was once the residence of the copper mine's top brass, while the latter was used as a "Tronckenposten"- a drying outpost for alcoholic German soldiers in the early
1900s. Through the countryside of about 319km, a trip along this road be about five-and-a-half hours but the truck and its passengers were traveling just too slow on that day. Sitting for such long hours in the car Ishtar decided that it was excruciating to travel at such speed. Immediately she had an urge to escape. Her instincts suggested that she was about to reach her destination, not the one planned by the kidnappers but one pre-destined for her purpose. An inner voice directed her and explained what she had to do.
She was to move on foot with only her backpack. She didn't ask questions. As it was, Ishtar was getting tired of all the uncertainties. Today's quest she decided would be a leap of faith. Her spirit guide explained that she needed to head to the coast. The truth of her mission and understanding of self was to be revealed there. Ishtar trusts the universe enough to adhere to its call. Never did it lack in providing for her during her formative years. When she had no food, cloth, or shelter, it provided and she contended. She lived happily and never question fade but that changed when she met Ben. The truth in him was overwhelming. It confused her, such that she feared him. His penetrating stare seemed to capture the deep insecurities she harbored and hid from the world. Just one stare felt as if he could tear out her heart and reveal her innermost secrets. Yet he never exposed it through utterances. He would simply point to the next action, which her heart executed without objection. Ishtar stayed by his side like a devotee. Following every walk and mimicking his actions. She was always
enticed by intelligence and Ben ousted with more than natural. Without her asking, he would answer most accurately questions in her thoughts. Was he perhaps a magician or psychic she thought at times. Or simply knew her better than anyone she encountered during her quest. He was brave but did not fight. Not once. They met in Windhoek. Under the bridge where she was living with many others that dwelled in the streets. Survival on the streets of the capital involved constant fights, excessive use of substances, and lack of sleep. You had to grow a heart of stone to be able to withstand all the challenges that came with it. She joined the streets by following her instincts, as she was used to the directing winds moving her body from one place to the next. Just like now, where she finds herself alone in the middle of nowhere. With no guide and no clear plan. Ben came to her one night after she returned from the daily hustle. Found her in her little corner, preparing food in a big pot. He simply made himself home next to her and point to the pot. "Feeding the hungry and destitute, I see." he said. She looked at him and smiled in agreement. He sat there watching her silently. When she was done, she gave him some and they eat in silence. After that, she took the pot and placed it a few meters away from them. She turned back to him and waited but he just thanked her and moved back to his own corner. Ishtar cleaned their dishes and packed them away in her backpack and went to a mattress in the corner in preparations for the night. Later that night the others returned. The young ones ran directly to the pot and served themselves. It was an honored code. Everyone cared for the younger children. They fed and cloth them in unison. No one was to harm them. For the adults the code was different. Life was hard out there and the hustle real. You had to work for your own keep. Ishtar shared whatever she got from washing cars in the nearby park with the little kids. They in returned became her bodyguards. Because of their all-seeing eyes, nobody robbed her or meddled with her. For
many were the instances that women were raped, robbed, and mistreated on the streets such that it became second nature to them. But everyone stayed clear from Ishtar. Firstly because some believed that light emanated from and around her at night when she slept and secondly her new protectors slept in a circle around her. She worked for six days, from 9 am to 10 pm. I had an arrangement with the local park manager to use water and equipment for a minimal fee. Thus they could make use of the park's facilities at all times. This also created opportunities for her and the kids to bathe in the park's public toilets before going back to the bridge. There were five of them and with stern discipline, she managed to get them off drugs and work with her to wash cars. They were safe in the park and played till late, only to return when they knew food was ready. It was a constant battle to fight the men that came by night looking for the kids. They would drive by the bridge slowly and flicker their lights. Like shadows, the kids would appear from everywhere and run to the cars. It was quick business and they acted swiftly. Some would drop off parcels to be sold while others would use the kids for their carnal pleasures. The next morning fights would erupt because money and drugs would have been stolen. The drug lords were hard on the kids and time and again young souls were eliminated when the kids could not cash in on time. The sex fanatics didn't make it easy for the street dwellers too. They practiced their hidden and hardcore fantasies on the small kids and sometimes didn't bother to pay them. Sexually transmitted diseases lived like a living soul amongst them as the night visitors refused protection. Ishtar was shocked by the harsh realities she observed on the streets. More so when she discovered that the monsters by night were the celebrities, business people, politicians, preachers, teachers, health workers, and family men by day. The very same men whose cars they would clean by day. Men with straight serious faces pretending never to have met any of the street dwellers. She then
understood why she was dropped into that environment. Growing up in foster care, she was told to value life and adhere to the principles of the world. One particular foster mother took time out to teach her pearls of wisdom without focusing on ecclesiastical orientation but chose to teach her about spirituality. Ishtar was intrigued by anything metaphysical as it related to her soul thus she didn't need to study them through books. Thus in a way she was prepared because when the ugly of life stepped in, she learned not to question it but simply glide along the path fade laid for her. The first impulse was to reject the environment but the wise counsel of her foster mother was always with her. She could hear her loudly. "Never tag in objection to what life throws your way. Instead, receive it, analyze it, then see how it fits in the present, and make use of it. Never, ever, will the universe allow itself to send mistaken experiences to you? You get what is needed at that appointed time for the purpose needed then." With those words, Ishtar sat up and accept the news. Of course, she had to learn to fight off thugs and run from some but her guiding angle was never far or asleep. She knew and understand that this was a temporary exposure.
Days became months and she learned to beg on the streets. Once she even joined the kids to serve the night visitors. Her client was an old ugly, mean fat bully looking for a punching bag in the name of submissive sex fantasy. She gave him back in equal measure. Biting, scratching, and beating. With a sore body and N $150.00 in the pocket, she sat out the next morning to observe the city life. Walking from one side of town to the other, until she found a beautiful little park in the middle of the city center. She went in there to rest her tired feet and soon fell asleep on the lovely lawn. While resting, she observed the many cars parked all around the park. Notice how people will park their cars and disappear for a long time. She could also see that many of these cars were dirty and her eyes opened to an opportunity of washing cars. The N$ 150.00 came in handy and she
vowed never to serve a night visitor again. Until Ben came, things were seemingly better. She was on the streets for almost a year and resigned to her fade. He came and talk enlightenment to her weary heart. She listened and slowly realized that her mission has not yet unfolded.
At a very tender age, she stopped wondering about her parents and family. She exchanged the thought of rejection with that of owning the world. Her parents and siblings would be the ones surrounding her sphere at the given time in life. Ben has thus filled the father figure and she listens to him diligently. Without fear, she did everything he asked her to do. One day he brought back a social worker and they enlisted the five kids in her care. It was a terrible day when they had to be transported to the government shelter. Ishtar felt like a mother whose children were forcibly removed from her. They all cried but understood that better opportunities awaited them at the shelter. The following month Ishtar walked each night to the shelter in Eros one of the lavish suburbs in the capital city to visit the children and return late to the bridge. The walking distance exhausted her and it strained her business. With the kids gone, she franchised the business to her neighbors. It turned into a violent noisy affair and the park manager put them all out. When she returned one night, frustrated and ready to give up. Ben smiled mysteriously and give her a number to call. The next morning he was gone and never returned. The shelter refused her access to the kids, as it interfered with their rehabilitation process and she was once again alone on the streets. She remembered a song that the wise foster mother used to sing and started singing it, "You lead I follow" somehow the song always managed to calm her spirit.
With newsprint on her feet, she walked tall, back home. Before she reached the bridge she passed by a phone booth and placed a call to the number Ben gave
her. Immediately the voice answered on the other side started talking. "Did you get the number from Ben he asked. " Yes, he said you would offer me a job, is that true? She inquired again. He answered affirmative and was didn't sound friendly either. Hurriedly he asked for her address and place the phone after she explained where he could find her. She waited but he never came until she was kidnapped that night. They were about 10 girls in the car and it was obvious that the guys were going to sell them. She trusted Ben. He seemed nicely put together and that assurance made her trust him. They traveled at a very slow pace and soon the truck experienced mechanical problems on the dusty road. It was decided that they camp for the rest of the day and night while the men attend to the car and drive further the next day. That night the inner voice returned with urgency and she made a quiet escape. She ran straight to the dunes thinking that would be the best hiding place. But finally standing in front of a huge sand dune she realized that there was no easy way to get to the other side. She has to climb over. Slowly she attempts the first steps. However, every time she steps a second level up, her feet slip back to the beginning. Ishtar puts more effort but keeps falling back. Two steps to the front, slide back five steps. Therefore, it goes for some time and after a while, she gave up on walking and crawled all the way up to the top. Falling and crawling she came to the top and she let go and roll all the way to the floor bed. When she stood up there were more dunes in front of her. Ishtar walked for a few miles and then overcame with exhaustion plunged onto the sand. All her eyes could see was an unending sea of sand. Hopelessness caught up with her yet she refused to ask the daring question in her mind. It was not yet time she knew, and she didn't want to answer herself. This time she wanted to sit in front of a trusted being to ask questions. The cause of her life as it seemed now needed confirmation from another bigger source. She simply
gave up to walk any further and made herself comfortable and slept right there on the sand.
Ishtar connected with other thoughts easily by way of dreams. Her guidance has always come through more clearly when her mind transports itself into unconsciousness. That night she found herself digging a hole in the desert. Strength from unseen forces was given unto her and she worked swiftly. The hole became bigger and clear water stared in her face. With a sudden rush, it pulled her in. She drifted in the water for a while, until realization dawned on her that, she was actually busy drowning in real life. Quickly she started paddling to the top but the waves pulled her down deeper. The little swimming exposure she had could not hold against the power of the tide. The waves circled around her to cause a spiraling effect. Down and down her body went into the deep. The long walk plus the struggle in the waters became unbearable and cased her memory to close in darkness. As her body was transported, the darkness started to fade. There was no more water and she drifted softly through the air until she landed on soft grass. Ishtar's body lay for long hours on the grass. While asleep, it was transforming itself. Her complexion deepening and the body defects healed, all the evidence of hardship experienced in the streets disappeared. When she finally woke up, her own, eyes could not see but she turned into a radiant beauty with flawless skin and perfect body. She felt rejuvenated and her bones were much stronger. On impulse, she started running. Starting slow and accelerating as she was getting used to the new body strength. Never did she knew she could run that fast. Her heart was beating well and her lungs staying in tune. For some reason, she could feel all the activity in her body, as if observing another being. She could track the activities of every vessel and body part. It was an amazing feeling. One experience Ishtar knew, without doubt, was part of her godly identity. For some time now, she knew that she was different from the
normal children with whom she grew up. Her intellect and reason were matured and developed. She had no formal education but knew the ancient history of the earthlings, understood their political systems, governing bodies and religious practices better than others of her age. Her spirit guide told her as a young one how to use her mind to solicit information. Yet the fear of scorn and rejection had her hide under unfortunate environments. As she runs through the unknown space now. She knew that her discovery of self and the purpose of her existence would be revealed here. She didn't know where here was but it didn't matter. In the distance, her eye meets the changing nature. The perfect open space with only grass was ending. Lofty trees, tall and green. A variety of flowers and animals were in front of her eye. They all seemed peaceful. She ran closer and walk into that part of nature with silent awe. Transfixed to the majestic beauty unfolding before her. The animals were in unison. No one a prey to the other but all co-habiting in peace. Was this Heaven she wondered? It couldn't be, she reasoned for the world conditioned them that Heaven was above. She then remembered falling into a waterhole. Could it be that evil was playing tricks to her eye? How would she know? Who would tell her? Eagerly she started searching for a living being other than animals. Someone or something she could relate to. Looking behind every tree, bush and tall grass she moved deeper into the forest. There was no reason to be scared, all animals looked on her peacefully and the sounds surrounding was serene. At last, she came to a rock formation and approach it with caution. As she got close up the rocks parted and she entered. Every single action of Ishtar was in reaction to an impulse that urges her on spontaneously. She went through the opening without any fear. For Ishtar understood that the presence of her guiding angel was never absent. Every step she took into the unknown was done with confidence. As she has learned to trust his protective maneuvering of her walk. Deep within she knew that every single
experience was pre-destined and she had to find the complete knowledge to submit to divinity. The change in her life's journey was constant. Never the same and always revealing a different level of manifestation. Her inner voice whispered that one day, everything would be made clear. The here and now was all she needed to act upon. The celestial experiences were not yet to be questioned.
From the beautiful scenery of nature, the cafe opened up a different life. The serenity was replaced by a bustling city life. She stood in front of a modern state in the heart of what looked like Alkebulan, but a much better version of it. People of color were busy with their daily chores. Mothers tending to their young while shouting gossip to their neighbors. Men rushing off to their different occupations. The buildings were tall and build with various precious stones. Her eye could see far and she identified different elements that made out the city. Right at her feet were the outskirts of the simpler lifestyles. Further, she saw an unfoldment of modern city life. Unlike the city she came from, this one was clean and organized. There were no street hawkers, every house was tended to perfection. There were little vegetable gardens behind each house. Though it seemed extremely developed, there were no cars and the presence of pollution in the air. The entire city was out of this world. Ishtar liked what she saw because her dream was unfolding right in front of her eyes. She always imagined perfect peace in the form that she was looking at now. Her heart felt at home. Then she looked further north into the distance. There was a tree with pink leaves flowing lovely in the soft breeze. It seemed as if light was emanating from the tree and moving in a circling formation. The light was slowly enclosing the entire city. It was like a life-giving or energy force. Her eye fixed on it and she started walking. Drawn by the light to investigate. To touch and smell or simply to sit underneath
its presence. All of a sudden, a hand held her back. When she turned around a little boy was next to her.
"I'm sent to receive you to our house aunty." He said
"Where then is your house?" she smiled down at him.
He simply turned and point to a western direction. Away from the tree. Though there was a curiosity pulling her towards the tree, Ishtar held his hand and allowed him to lead the way through the city. They were walking, but she realized that everything moved swiftly passed them. As if they were flying or riding on an unseen vehicle. They reach the house within seconds and she was received by an elderly woman. Without a word she was offered both, food and clean sets of clothes. Whenever her eyes locked with that of the old woman the other just shook her head and left her alone. She was sent off to a beautiful room for the night. At the bedroom door, the old woman wish her a goodnight's rest with the promise. "The light will bring answers child."
The morning light opened up with the sounds of drums followed by a beautiful female voice. The song likened by a mystic morning bird filled the air surrounding the city. Yesterday's beehive of activities turned into a new musical experience. Everyone dressed in traditional attire emerges singing from houses. All moving towards the rock opening through which Ishtar entered the city. The voice of the lead singer was clear as day and heard beyond the city, above all other voices.
"We come together with our fathers and mothers,
See your children approaching in one voice to sing a song of gratitude, A song of worship to you our ancestors,
Giving tithes and offerings to the one true God,
Pray to him to accept our offerings today, We come to you as one,
Children of the soil, Children of the sun,
See your time has just begun, Search before your eyes,
To see the City of Gold in all its glory, Come children come,
Bring your offerings before the Lord,
Today may mark the beginning of a new day, The womb man to lead the quest of discovering, The New City of Gold has arrived,
Come my people come,
Let us sing and dance for the Lord, With good cheer,
We bid you morning our mothers, our fathers, our children
And our companions on this space called Kumta, Known to the world outside as Area-51
The mighty city between the two worlds,
The guiding fire has been burning for the last two weeks,
Eagerly we have been waiting for the day that understanding of the two worlds would be made one,
Come to my people, Come all,
To the animal kingdom to lend but one voice to the Creator, To offer our tidings and stand at the altar as one servant, Seeking the face from the most divine,
Moro, Moro, we come together with our ancestors,
Our mothers, our fathers,
Hear the song of your children and behold the new day,
I hope we stand."
The music soon reached a climax and people started dancing wild, some chanting and others screaming wild. It was an organized noise. People kept in tune with the musical instruments and only increased tempo at the climax of its sounds. The song was repeated until the lead singer was certain that everyone was gathered in the open plains of the animal kingdom.
Woken by her host Ishtar was also among the people, with the little boy (the guide) next to her. She did not know any of the people around her and an unsettling energy rise within her. It was the first time she was in a place where her heart was silent and not able to guide her. She was accustomed to moving between different places and lifestyles but always knew what was expected of her to do. Today is indeed the first that she stands in the unknown, watching what others are doing. Her guiding spirit has disappeared and there was complete silence in her heart. Then she notices that she was dressed in a white gown. Hers
being the only mono tune dress while everyone else was dressed in colorful outfits. Every face that her eye met gave her a gentle welcoming smile and their eyes were shining full of love. Ishtar felt welcome and her mind began to settle in peace. Her inner being remaining silent. She stood there, cloth beautifully. Yet experience nakedness because her inner being has left her. Then she wondered if this was how death felt. Was she alone now? Which part of her being was representing her now? Was it the spirit body or the physical? If she was dead? It could not be the physical but why then was her heart silent. Why then was the voice within silent. She was still pondering with the thoughts when the little boy touched on her sleeve.
"Yes dear, what is wrong?" she asked
He looked at her with concerned and then giggled.
"You do not know really do you?" he asked. "Know what?"
"Stop talking to yourself so loudly." He said, pointing his little fingers to the crowd in front of her. "Everyone can hear you. You are distracting them."
"What do you mean? I was just thinking. Did I speak out loud?"
"No aunty, here you only have one voice. What you say by mouth and what you do not say. We can hear all that."
"How is that possible? How can they hear me think?"
"I do not know aunty. We always hear. I could hear more as a baby until I learn to speak. Now I hear both the tongue and mind clearly. Sometimes it is confusing and that is why I stay with the Oracle."
"You mean to tell me that everyone in this city can hear my thoughts?"
"Yes. Don't they do that where you are coming from?" "No, they surely don't."
"But why? Are they not like us?"
"That is what I need to know as well, child. You said you are staying with the
Oracle. What is that? Don't you stay with your grandmother?"
"My grandmother is the oracle. Where are you from? It seems you do not know
much?"
"Yes seems I really do not know much."
"But where are you from then. My granny told me not to ask you anything but now everyone is wondering."
"Are they? They are not even looking at us."
"So you can't hear also? Can you not hear them asking each other? "Ahaaaaa…..no I cannot."
"Really? Just listen more…do not think of anything else just listen."
Ishtar stood silently for a while then said. "I can only here a bustling noise, like a sound of running water."
From behind the old woman answered.
"That is good enough for now. All babies start to hear that sound before any other thing. That is the sound of separation child, you are at the right place. Come with me." She said while looking down gently at the boy. "As for you dear one, hush. Did I not ask for total silence? You were not to ask her anything."
Ishtar step in between to help the boy. "Please do not be angry, he was just innocent and being a child."
The old woman laughed. "We never get angry here child. That is an unpleasant gift for the other world. He is not a child either, he is 84 years older than you are. Please walk with me."
"He…but…he said you are his grandmother?"
"Indeed I am. His parents were exiled and I had to take him in." "Why were they exiled?"
"They fled from their purpose of creation. Come, dear, let us begin with the ceremony. All questions will be answered in due course."
With that, the Oracle started singing the same morning song. Ishtar looked at her with wonder. She did not think for a moment that the old woman would be the lead singer. While the song proceeds, the Oracle looked at her and smile. "Do not worry I have two voices, I send the singing voice out early to wake others for the ceremony while I was preparing myself." When Ishtar opened her mouth to ask. She placed a finger on her lips and joined her voice in song. The people followed her all the way to the throne of the Lion King. The Oracle was the only one that bowed before the King. Both animals and humans were equal in this world hence none superior in thought, power, and purpose. Thus, the Oracle's bowing was not to the animal kingdom but instead to the greater being within him.
"I greet you great and dear friend of our people. Your daughter is here again to adorn your paradise with splendor and joyful noise. Allow us entry to the gates of the Highest. The time to present the Daughter of the Four Winds has finally come."
"Dear one form the Great Divine. Upon you, always remains the blessings of our fathers and of the Lord. I am but a servant but the supreme to serve you and
your great nation. Never will the gates to the heavens be shut for you dear Queen
of the people."
"I thank you for your grace dearest friend and guardian of our joint worlds. May
favor always remain with you and within the plains."
"And to you the ever able presence that is never the absence, I bid you."
With those words, the Lion roared and the sky above thundered. Lighting strike and the earth trembled. When the second roar was heard both animal and human bow to the ground. The heavens parted and light like a staircase beamed to the surface of the plain. The Oracle held out the hand of Ishtar and lead her into the light. They stood there until the thunder stopped. Instead of the expected thunderous rains, a light breeze of rain fell to the grounds. Everyone shout of joy and celebrations started in full swing. All of a sudden, there was more dancing and music. With Ishtar in her hand, the Oracle climb to the throne of the Lion King and present her to the people and animals. The Lion roared the third and final time and spoke to those before him.
"For centuries upon end, we offered the sweet-sounding sacrifice to the gods. Time after time it was rejected. Some of our own children objected later and left our world to join the earthlings and other species in different parts of the universe. They became bitter and spread lies and anger in the world, thus silencing the voices of truth, rubbishing them to nothing. They started eating the flesh of each other and polluted the once pleasant sight of the earth. Indeed the fulfillment of the prophecy had come to be. For it was good for the patient at heart and the faithful believer to witness the promise coming to life. After 1000 years the gods have finally received our daughter amongst the chosen citizens of the cosmos beyond us. Through her will be revealed the awaited knowledge of the truth. Her presence will ignite the compasses pointing to the golden trail and
reactivate the hidden wonder. The lost glory and hope of the people will be restored. Through millennia, the earthlings were enslaved, tortured and raped for their wisdom, power, and prestige. Caught up by deception and simple pleasures of the world, they betrayed each other and sold their inheritance to the fairer of skin. Today marks the beginning of an exodus for our people. Guided by the fierce Ishtar, behold the revolutions of Great Alkebulan begins. We will repossessed, concur and restore Alkebulan. Let us celebrate today and tomorrow. Soon Ishtar will birth a new promise of hope to her people." With loud cheers, the people came one by one to hug Ishtar, the animals bow before her and they proceed dancing and feasting on delicacies of the field.
The only person not able to celebrate was Ishtar. For she did not understand what was happening and above all too afraid to ask or even think. She sat quietly on the lush green grass and looked at the dancing crowd. The boy came to her with a full plate of exotic fruits and present them to her.
"Here, eat and fill your body. It will give you energy because we are going to dance and celebrate for two days." With that and childlike energy, he jumped to his feet and runs to join the dancing party. The Oracle joined her where she was sitting and gently stroke her hands.
"Never mind, child. As promised, I will explain everything to you after the celebrations. We cannot break the code earlier than that else the seal will not unlock itself. Be glad, be merry. The skies favor you, thus no harm will ever come to you. Now eat well and join the others they want to know and speak to you. Allow them, they mean only good."
The place where Ishtar found herself was called Area-51. Scientist in the earthly realm discovered it but made it out as a new alien base as they could not enter it. Oracle Mable moved her people to that space from the Land of Punt when
Memnon desecrated the holy land, during ancient times. It remained hidden for years until the civilized order started meddling in the affairs of the universe. The oracle knew that they could not remain hidden for long and was glad that Ishtar was ordained that day by the gods to take up her mantel and start working. On the third day she explained just briefly to Ishtar how everything fell into place, the rest she had to experience on her own accord.