The Universal One, part 1.
Sayid is a very strong and intelligent man.
Raised as the son of a general in the Republican Guard, he is trained as a miltary, a practical thinking warrior, a good muslim and a well educated man.
The crash, losing Shannon, forced to hurt others, beaten very heavily and the confusing new information that Ayn has given him, proves to be a little bit too much for his weakened condition.
He breaks down and becomes very ill.
High fewers bring this man close to death.
In his un consciousness he enters an unknown dimension.
It is a beautiful garden with in it a little golden temple.
The door is wide open.
When he wants to enter it, he gets ambushed by demons.
He fights them and wins that battle.
The demons dissapear in thin air.
From within the golden temple the most precious and holy fragances descend.
A woman sings, accompanied by the music of the finest crystal bells.
Sayid enters the golden building with bare feet.
He sees hundreds of golden Buddha statues, wich all look so friendly, so mild, so wise and inviting.
All statues have a guirlande of flowers on their necks and each one also has a candle and some incense burning in front .
Being a muslim, where it is forbidden to portray God and Mohammed (the writer sees all Gods as One), it puzzles Sayid why he is feeling such deep emotions seeing all of this.
So many shining statues, all of them with flowers, candles and incense.
So much devotion, so much love and care, it touches his heart.
Should he feel repulsion?
Does entering this beautiful temple make him an apostate?
Does it mean he revokes the wrath of Allah?
He experiences so much love, softness and beauty.
Slowely he passes one and each of the golden statues and realizes that it is not the gold that enriches his heart, but the peacefull and loving emination and radiation of the Buddha as a figure, as a man, as a divine person.
Suddenly another radiating figure stands beside him.
It is a woman. She is not real, she is of pure light, purple, violet and pink light.
She also has purple eyes, just like Ayn.
Her hair is like pure gold and her face looks Asian.
She bows to him, handpalms together :"Namasté, son of Arabian Light." she speaks, softly and friendly : "I am Quan Yin. Don't you worry about Allah being angry at you, because you're here. Because he is not. God is love, compassion and good, not angry, dictating or punishing. You will be taught that God has many names, many shapes and many ways to be worshipped, but that in fact there is only One God, the God of love, compassion ans good. Allah is just One of His names."
The warmth she speaks with reassures Sayid that she is good and that he can trust her.
So he asks : "Who will teach me?".
The deity turns herself 180 degrees and to the middle of the temple.
There a small and fragile female figure sits on the floor, dressed in violet and purple veils.
:"She will." Quan Yin says :"Her name is Aynya bint Elohim, daughter of the Old Gods. You already know her as Ayn.".
In amazement Sayid looks at the fragile girl in the centre of the space :"Ayn?" he whispers :"Is she a priestess?".
"No. She is an Adept, she has been born a million times and she remembers everything, from the day Atlantis and Lemuria disappeared on, till now. She is an Agent and a Teacher."Quan Yin explains ; "An Agent because she took the holy oath to protect the hurt and weak. And a teacher because of her infinite wisdom. And right now you are her pupil. But there is one lesson here, that you get from me. Forget everything. Forget who you are, what made you and even forget the religion. Every religion, every culture, every worldleader. Look at what Ayn will teach you with an open mind."
This worries Sayid : "Do you want me to forsake Allah?"
"No. I don't. But in order to understand why you are here and in wich poor condition you are you need a blank mind.
Because otherwise you keep comparing. And this is not about Allah, nor is about Mohammed, nor about the Qor'aan. Do you know where you are right now?"
Sayid lets his eyes wander along all those beautifull Buddha statues : "How do you call a place to worship Buddha?"
"No, we don't worship Buddha. Because Buddha is not God. Nor is he an god. Nor is he any kind of deity. Buddhism is not about religion. Buddhism is a livestyle. Buddha is a teacher."
"In a way. But he is also like a brother to him. And to Jesus and to Krishna and all the other teachers and prophets. He is also a brother to me."
Sayid looks at her, puzzling :"I am so sorry..."
He doesn't know who she is.
"That's allright. There is no real need to know who I am. In fact I am not. I am not human like you and Aynya. I appear to you only because you are hurt and ill.
Also I am Aynya and Aynya is me. Like you are Buddha and Buddha is you. Somehwere deep inside you. That makes me your sister and you my brother."
It sounds complicated, but Sayid knows instantly what she means and smiles, soft, warm and wise.
"I wish everyone on earth would think so." he says.
"They will." Quan Yin smiles patiently : "Someday."
Sayid takes a deep long breath and then asks her :"So if this is no place of worship, waht is this place?"
"You are inside a holy dimesion in your own soul." she says :"We are in your temple. Your vehicle needs rest and healing. Your body is your vehicle. You see, the soul has no form of it's own.
So it needs a vehicle to travel. I do not mean from Sidney to Los Angeles, but from person to person. It interacts with other souls. Sometimes these souls are casual, sometimes they are friendly, like lovers or family.
Sometimes they lose heart and become hard, bitter and cruel. Sometimes you find a soul who is exactly like yours. You think a like, you feel a like, you love a like. Then that soul is a part of you. Like a twin, brother or sister."
Quan Yin looks at Ayn, who has risen from the floor and is walking towards them.
"Ayn is my soulsister?" Sayid asks, suprised.
"Yes. In fact, we are all family. Everyone of us, living or divine. Remember this, Sayid. I am the sister of Mohammed, Jesus, Krishna, Buddha, but also from you and from Ayn. I have to go now. Peace be with and upon you, brother."
Before Sayid can reply to that greeting she is already gone.....
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We find Sayid back hanging in a wooden frame, in a cave. His hands and feet are tied each in one of the four corners of the frame, arms and legs spread out wide. He is tied up so tight that he can't move a muscle.
In front of him four men are squating, around a fire, speaking softly to eachother.
Sayid recognises ont of them as Henry Galen.
He tries to free himself from the ropes but finds that it has knots that tightens itself with every movement.
Henry looks up at the prisoner and stands up, with a devlish smile on his face. He walks towards Sayid with a gloomy glow in his eyes.
"Seems to me like the tables are turnen now." he says, gloating: "I was looking for you. I needed another part for my collection, because it plays better when all the pieces are on the board. But you own me something."
He takes out a razorsharp hunting knife from his belt and puts the point of it at Sayid's throat.
In a reflex the Iraqi man swallows, his ebony coloured eyes looking at the knife and then up to Henry again.
"So, you want to play with me?" he asks.
"In a while." Henry confirms :"There are one or two things to put straight first."
He pushes the tip of his blade a little bit deeper, just enough to open the skin. Then he lets the knife run down through the soft brown skin and into the top Sayid wears, to cut it open all the way down.
He rips off the cotton from Sayid's body and throws it into the fire.
"You look much smaller then I actually thought." he says.
"Are you gonna strip this guy or can we have some fun with him?" one of the other three men asks.
"In a while." Henry answers, putting his knife behind the waistline of the pants of his prisoner.
Two quick slashes and one good pull is all he needs to remove the trousers and after that the boxershort.
Sayid stays quiet, looks calmy at Henry.
This man steps back to have a good look at the naked man in the frame.
He shakes his head:"Aww....Pathetic!" he cries out:"You are so tiny."
The other three men join him, sizing the ex-soldier up from top to toe.
One of them says:"You know, I always asked myself if someone with a coloured skin, like this fellow, really is coloured all the way." nodding at a certain part of Sayid.
Sayid looks at the ceiling for a second and then drills his eyes into those of the man who just said that silly thing.
But before he can reply, Henry just throws the knife into his side, as deep as the blade is.
Sayid's eyes look very suprised at him. But the only sound he makes is that of the oxygen leaving his lungs.
Henry pulls back the knife out of Sayid, laughing and with big shiny eyes.
He turns around and says:"Now you can have him. But I want him alive. Barely. But alive."
He walks to the entrance of the cave.
It is, again, raining.
He holds out his hand and lets the rain wash off the blood on the knife.
He doesn't look back to see what his three cruel compagnons do.
They all have wooden clubs and they beat the hell out of Sayid's torso.
The chocolat coloured man doesn't have a chance to defend himself.
His exposed body receives countless bashes all over. There is not one little spot on his torso that doesn't get hit.
His rib's snap, his pelvis breaks, his shoulders dislocate, but he doesn't give one little sound.
Then suddenly the cave is filled with thick black smoke and a loud squeeking sound echoes against the wall's.
Everybody shouts and in blind terror they all run away.
From the back of the cave Ayn appears.
She walks towards the entrance to make sure Henry and co are really gone.
Then she comes back, pulls out a knife and cuts the ropes holding Sayid in the frame.
She has to catch him before he collapses and falls on the rocky floor. Slowly she brings him downwards.
He makes a little moaning sound, shivers , transpires and gasps.
He looks up for a moment to see who holds him and finds those strange deep purple eyes.
"Oh God.." he whispers, suprised.
"Nope. God didn't have anything to do with this." Ayn answers.
She lets the palms of her hands go from tip till toe of his body, scanning each part of him and reading him, receiving pictures like those of an ultrasound in her mind.
"Good news, You are gonna live." she says.
"Bad news, everything in and on your torso is broken. I have to air lift you out of here. Do you still have the key I gave you?"
"What...key?" he asks, very close to losing consciousness.
Ayn shows him her amulet. The perfect match of the green yellow stone that he has found.
He looks up to his right hand. In there, clutched tightly, he holds his amulet.
"Well done." Ayn says:"Give it a minute or five."
She brings his naked badly hurt body half upright and lays him against her body to help him breathe eassier.
His head leans over backwards on her shoulder. :"Who ...are you?" he wants to know.
"They call me Ayn." she says, whilst she pushes a piece of the torn top on the knife wound wich is bleeding heavily :"Ayn bint Elohim."
"Oh...Arabic." he understands :"Like ..me."
"You don't have to talk, Sayyid bin Nur." she says :"Save your breath. Just think the words. I will hear them."
"Telepatic, yes. You can do that also."
"Yep. You're half Adept. When we are home I will teach you the other half."
"A..dept?" Sayid's voice gets very weak.
"Later, son of the desert. Save your energy. Are you comfortable?"
He tries to nod, but the room gets filled with light so intens white that he has to close his eyes.
He shivers from the schock and his last words are:"Please...Help...my friends...when I am...gone."
Then he drifts away on a white soft cloud...
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~~One Little Spark~~ Eyes, part 2
Henry doesn't know that he is being watched also. He has a double agenda. He knows how to get off of the island and he also knows that it is only possible with a key.
25 years ago he was sentenced to lifelong banning, after he assaulted and killed a woman at the capitol of Aghartha, where he illegaly lived. This woman was the wife of one of the High Judges.
He sneaked into the house when the High Judge had left for work and the woman and her three year old daughter were alone in the house. Henry assaulted the woman, raped her brutally and then slashed her throat. Leaving the child traumatized and hiding in a cupboard, alone with it's dead mother.
He didn't know the tiny girl saw everything. Neither did he know the child was an adept, because the mother seemed an ordinary woman. This woman did not try to resist, didn't ask the High Powers for help, she offered her life knowingly so her child could live.
Through the darkpurple eyes of the child all High Judges could see what happened and who did it. Because the eyes of this child could project all these terrible images on a screen when she was asked to.
Henry was quickly found, apprehended and sentenced to be banned for life. Because on Aghartha there is no death penalty and there also is no physical punishment.
He was brought to a bay at the west coast of Aghartha in a vehicle that looks like a small hoover. There the guard held a piece of green yellow stone in front of an eye in an wooden portal and out of the blue a path appeared. Leading 5 kilometers over the ocean, floating over the water, towards the little island. There he was tied to a rock with a thick rope. The guard went off, over the floating pathway and that disappeared once the vehicle passed the eye in the wooden gate again.
So there is a way off of the island. And Henry spent 25 years looking for the same stone the guard used.
The same stone that hangs on a leather cord on the neck of Sayid Jarrah.
Henry has not noticed that at all. His attack is solely based on revenge.
Sayid gets out and off of the tree when he sees movement in the undergrowth a few meters away, in front of him. He holds his rifle on "stand by mode", because it appears not to be as large as a man.
He suspects some kind of animal. It's making small pulling movements, like it is tangled up in something. Maybe a piglett in a snare or something. He could shoot it and have it for diner.
Sawyer would have, Ana Lucia also and Locke would have thrown a knife at it.
Sayid gets his knife out, walking slowly towards the bushes, expecting the animal to try to escape and flying or running off any second now.
He is so occupied by it that he looses his vigilante and suddenly three armed men jump out of the larger undergrowth and a violent fight breaks out.
Sayid defends himself like a tiger. There is no time or room to aim and shoot, so he uses the rifle as a strike weapon. It hits two noses and an arm before it is snatched away and gets broken on the knee of one of the attackers. Sayid's knife slashes someones shoulder and cuts open brown, dirty clothes before it gets kicked out of his hands.
He then uses his fists for self defence, but three against one almost always ends in a bad result for the one who stands alone.
Someone blows him over the head and everything turns black.....
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