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  STAR WOMAN

  IN LOVE

  Piera Sarasini

  Copyright © Piera Sarasini 2012

  The moral right of the author has been asserted.

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Acknowledgements

  Many thanks to Siobhán Hearne-Fitzpatrick who helped me edit and revise this novel. Also, thanks to Krisztina Mosdoczy for her PR know-how. Finally, thank you to all of my friends who offered their support in many ways and encouraged me to transform my ideas into this work of fiction.

  Connect with Cassandra:

  http://cassandrainthemirror.blogspot.ie/

  http://www.cassandramorgante.com

  https://www.facebook.com/cassandramorgantemagicwoman

  The Author’s Website:

  http://pierasarasini.wix.com/pieraauthor

  This book is dedicated to all the wild dreamers and visionaries who have tried to believe in the impossible, pushing their minds past the Edge of Heaven and into the Realms of Shambhala.

  Piera Sarasini

  Dublin, 1 December 2012

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Preface

  Chapter 1 - EARTHBOUND

  Chapter 2 - CASSANDRA AND THE PLAN

  Chapter 3 - HEARTBREAK

  Chapter 4 - CONTACT

  Chapter 5 - A LOVE OUT OF THIS WORLD

  Chapter 6 - WOUNDED

  Chapter 7 - OSCAR’S SECRET

  Chapter 8 - PARIS BLUES

  Chapter 9 - MAGICAL PAIR

  Chapter 10 - TRANSFORMATION IN THE STORM

  Chapter 11 - THE WEDGE BETWEEN US

  Chapter 12 - GATHERING

  Chapter 13 - STAR-CROSSED IN THE MISSING YEARS

  Chapter 14 - PEACE

  End Note from Cassandra

  About the Author

  PrefaceMy name is Cassandra Morgante and I am a Magic Woman. You have found me because I am your kin and your friend. You are now ready to tap into the deepest part of your heart that calls for healing. I call it your Star Heart.

  I was born to fulfil a prophecy and help the evolution of our broken-hearted humankind into a race of immortal beings. Bear with me for a little while, if your attention can handle my words. I can talk to the deepest longings in a woman’s dreams. I can whisper seductive words into the ears of the toughest man, and make his fortress crumble. My Power is now fully fledged. I am invincible.

  But it wasn’t always so. I used to be a spoilt brat who was often in denial of the gifts that I was born with. My True Nature only came to the fore when my path crossed that of Oscar O’Leary, a spiritual artist and secret initiate into the mysteries of the Earth. When we met, he was a very complex, self-loathing yet generous man. In our encounter, and in the love we made and shared, a new humanity became possible: our own. This is the story of how I learned to love him completely, despite the many obstacles on the way to the fulfilment of our love.

  My ancestry is part human and part stellar, much like yours, much like that of all of us on this planet. The difference between you and me is simply that I have remembered my True Identity and I am willing to share the path that took me there. It is not difficult to find the way back to your True Home and your True Destiny. But it does require some alternative thinking. I hope I can engage your attention and let it take you there. My story is a bit of a short-cut.

  There is nothing wrong with the yearnings of your heart, and that feeling of alienation that overcomes you sometimes. As soon as life’s problems present themselves on the path, the human tendency is to become lost to many aspects of our Souls. Time has the habit of wiping the memory of our True Origin from our mind. But rest assured: our hearts never let go of the Truth.

  My merge with my True Lover is a fairytale adventure in consciousness that can operate on many levels, but only if you allow it. I know, not all the steps may seem that clear to you, but they are true. And the Truth will always take you Home to Shambhala, the Land of Gods and Goddesses. Look for parallels between my love for Oscar and how you felt in relation to the One Love of Your Life. May my story mirror your awakening to your heart’s call. This is the reason why I chose to disclose it.

  Remember, my friend, that Life on Earth is an adventure in consciousness. Magic and wonder are possible. It takes a little bit of work and lots of enthusiasm. Are you ready to start the journey? It has many ends but just one beginning.

  Chapter 1

  EARTHBOUND

  ______________

  In the Great White Lodge, standing alone in front of the High Council, Lady Meta awaited for the Ascended Masters’ decision. Her body was becoming denser and her hands were shaking: descent was approaching. She didn’t have a clue as to what had gone wrong with the Prophecy, but it had not been fulfilled, and humankind hadn’t evolved into a race of angels. The Masters wanted her to fix the mistake.

  “The Plan can’t fail,” Sanat Kumara said. “You must go back and find him.”

  Her head was spinning now. “Find who? And why me?”

  There was no time for explanations. “You will remember once you reach the Earth, time-coordinates 21-03-2012. Realign him with our Plan if you can, if you want to stop humanity’s fate from plunging into even lower depths.”

  The door to the Teleportation Room opened. Meta dragged her feet towards it, looking every inch the sacrificial victim. She stopped to cast one final glance at those familiar faces.

  “Goodbye, Shambhala," she said, before stepping into her past. “This time I mean it.”

  * * * *

  Hill of Tara, Spring Equinox 2012

  I landed on a rock by the sacred spring. I looked around. I was in the right place, no doubt: the holy ground they call Tara of the Kings. To me, it would always be Tara of the Heart, the site of the ancient choice which keeps the mark of our promise. Descent from Light into matter is always risky; travelling back in time can play havoc with your mind. So I closed my eyes and checked my memory: it was intact. I was on a mission to find you, Oscar. My human name also returned to my consciousness.

  “I’m Cassandra. I’m back.”

  The Earth felt very different from when I left it years before. It still looked the same, but fear had since spread everywhere, taking on a number of disguises. That was no time for digressions so I tuned into the environment to detect your frequency; we had to meet soon. I tried to ignore the burden in my chest, and let the song of the stream entangle its lull with the sound of my whispering voice. I was alone but I knew I was talking to you.

  “Do you still understand the Secret Language, my love?”

  My eyes lingered on the place where we had sealed our pact fifteen years earlier. My blood felt the thrill of recognition, as if it were still happening. Memories flooded in. We were still young: eternity was within reach of our hands and sunshine was in our hearts. We thought we’d seen the back of all our past troubles. In those carefree days we didn’t know that darkness would later plague our minds again. Well, we had known shadows before, so it wasn’t in our plans to experience the tragedy that would unfold.

  “I’m back from a parallel future without you. Crumbs from that future are still stuck in my hair so I’m not sure if my return is complete, or if you can hear what I’m saying now. Yet you did understand me during our glorious time together. I would speak to the clouds and you could hear me. Now I don’t even know if you remember my face anymore. The face you would gaze at in silence, for minutes, your eyes and my eyes locked into bliss time couldn’t enter... You’ve managed to cloud your mind without the torch I carried for you, without the Light I shared with you.”

  Church bells were ringing in the distance. I ran my fingers through the water of th
e spring, caressing it as if it were your hair.

  “Our dance was erratic at best, traumatic as a rule. My instinct tells me you still need my help, like many times before. I’m starting to believe that you’re beyond repair. It’s always been like that with you. I had to come from the future to be at your side, to get you out of the holes you had dug yourself into. And that’s not the worst of it. The problem is that you don’t seem to learn from your mistakes. You always come from the past. You carry that past with you and by that very past you let yourself be defined. Let’s blame it on your human ancestry, on your romantic streak...”

  I looked at the sky and all around me. Fluffy clouds parted over the vast, sad backdrop. A ray of sunshine fell on the encircling pastures. Cows were grazing absent-mindedly. Everything reminded me of you. I felt that the Earth was paying attention to my actions.

  “I’m here to retrieve the truth of our relationship. I have to. This way we may meet again and patch up those seams in our souls we tore apart. There is another way, Oscar. We can find it. Bear with me, despite your attention deficit. I’m not mad with you. But your poor decisions bother me. You know that there is magic in words and I’ve always chosen mine carefully, even when they cut like a knife.”

  Up in the sky, an airplane commenced its descent over Dublin Bay and into the city’s airport. You were on it, gazing out of the window with your iPod on. You felt my caress and your eyes turned the colour of the night. You placed your right hand on your chest; your heart was racing.

  Back at Tara, I continued my seeming conversation with the water. “My heart keeps the record of the past nineteen eventful years. What they feel like from my point of view, and from my point of you. From the comfort of my future stance, I looked back on facts and people, and us. What happened between us never fails to surprise me. The whole idea that the Darkness sold you... that the love we made was too much for you to hold on to... My heart still leaps at the memory of us together, the powerful union of man and woman: two bodies into one soul. I was born to find you, not to let you go.”

  I was crying. I wasn’t sad. I was just opening up, unlocking the fortress. After all those years, that lump in my throat stirred itself awake. The emotions it held captive crept out and wanted to be heard. I felt hollow, empty, and then lighter. That was a sign I had landed back into your life. I hoped that you could at least sense my influence there and then, in your world.

  “In those years before I met you I was driven by a relentless force, by an incredible amount of love. My life was pulled in your direction, although I didn’t know it at the time. You were my purpose. Your heart was a magnet. Where has it gone now? What tune is it dancing to? Is it still dancing, I wonder? Can you not see what has become of you?”

  A flock of ravens cackled above the plain. A warm breeze rose and caressed my suntanned face in its trail. Back on the airplane, your iPod was playing a Doors’ song whose words held meaning to you: “Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.” [1] When it ended, you removed your earphones and looked at the sea below the aircraft. The water was speaking: to you. In the Secret Language. You struggled not to listen but you couldn’t help it. When you gave in, my name became a comforting mantra in your mind.

  My voice rose unexpectedly. “You are thinking about me too. You long to see me. Mirror, mirror of my soul... I can cast my glance everywhere from here. The call of eternity runs in my veins. Can you feel it?”

  I paused and listened for an insight both within me and without me. I scrolled the valley with my eyes, dwelling on the outline of Mellifont Abbey. Memories of us were jumping out of every corner. The rolling hills reassured me with their greenest silence. The air carried traces of the scent of your skin: musky, I could almost touch your taut muscles in the heat of passion. I shivered as my second sight detected you. My spirit started to absorb your essence. It became as vast as the sky.

  “You’ve kept your word. You’re approaching. And I have kept mine. I’ve come from the future into your past to take you with me or say goodbye. If you trust me, I will guide you down the alcoves of this adventure. This is our final chance.”

  A leaf from the fairy tree under which I was standing fell into the spring water. I watched it flow down the stream that runs alongside the road. The Earth’s watercourses are the best channel to communicate emotions from soul to soul. The spell was cast, my message had been sent and it would be delivered soon, through the illusion of hours and days. I stood up and closed the Gate of Timelessness behind me. I was going to be human for a little while longer.

  Light rain began to fall as I made my way to the cottages by the visitors’ entrance. Polly and Letizia would be waiting for me in the coffee shop, over tea and scones. I loved the way they still found my appearances startling, although I always announced them in advance through telepathy. As I turned the door knob, a blue and red butterfly landed on my hand. Message received. The signs were pointing in the right direction. All my powers came back at once and my soul turned gold again. Now I only had to wait for you to turn up.

  * * * *

  Bed-Time Story, Spring Equinox 1973

  We are the Ascended Masters, the saints of all cultures and ages, the gods and goddesses of ancient lore. Through many lifetimes, we have become self-realised. We can raise the vibration of the cells of our bodies to sustain the frequency of the Light. We live in the fourth dimension, at the junction between the material and the spiritual. We can travel across space and time. Our lives are at the service of humanity. Our Plan is to help the Earth to transform back into the Garden of Eden, which is its natural state. Our purpose is to assist humankind in achieving its potential for divinity.

  From our abodes in the etheric city of Shambhala, we had always kept a close eye on Cassandra’s developments on Earth. Unbeknown to her, right from the day she was born we had been observing her. She held the Key to kick-start the evolution of human beings into angels. Her stellar heart kept the frequency of unchanging, eternal love. If she could learn to maintain her heart-frequency in the face of adversity first, and eventually in a romantic relationship, her Core, which is the Key, would activate the cells of many humans into evolution. We could detect her easily when she was young and her mind was pure.

  She was five when we visited her one night. The sun had long set and Comet Kahoutek was blazing its trail through the sky. This astral body had opened a gate of Cosmic Consciousness so that a number of Star-Seeds like Cassandra could incarnate on Earth in the five years before and after its appearance. From the Teleportation Room, we transferred our Light-Bodies to the girl’s bedroom where we turned invisible. She was lying in bed. A beautiful young woman sat on the chair next to her. They were mother and daughter, as their likeness and the tenderness of their interaction gave away.

  “Mummy," the girl said, “tell me a story.”

  Her tired eyes were fighting against sleep and just about winning. The dim light of a revolving mobile cast shapes on the ceiling: butterflies, birds and stars. She loved the stars, this child. Despite her tender age, she could name many constellations and loved gazing at their light in the night-time sky. She felt connected to her star-kin. They always made her feel reassured. She knew that she belonged with them.

  When she was very, very small her father had told her that she could focus on a star to send her prayers out to the angels, and pass messages on to those she loved. Star-gazing was one of the gifts he’d left her with before disappearing about one year before the night of our visit to her bedroom. He had also helped her to learn to read and write at the precocious age of three. She was bright beyond her years, as grown-ups often told her. She was also very curious.

  There was another fuzzy presence in the room that night, of star stock. We couldn’t perceive his energy in detail, but he was somewhat connected to our girl; he was her invisible friend. We ignored him and proceeded to attend to our more important deed. The bed-time story was about to start when we arrived. We had to make sure that this would be
the story that the child needed to hear. We gathered behind Cassandra’s mother as she opened her mouth to speak. Our thoughts became her voice as she started channelling our words.

  “Once upon a time, on a night like tonight,” she said, “a colony of pioneering souls was standing in a queue on the Dark Side of the Moon, ready for a big journey. Sometime soon the people of the Earth would come face to face with the otherworldliness of these creatures. These spirits’ excitement filled the air. Their Light was bubbly in its radiance. The pregnant, heavy stillness of the Earth’s atmosphere was new to them. Beat by beat, pulsation by pulsation, breath by breath, they trickled closer to the Launcher. They were lost in contemplation, standing as they were on the verge of new territory. The void of potentiality was open wide in front of them.

  The concept of incarnation was amusing. Before long it would push them to condense into form, like crystals glistening in the sunshine. They would leave the realm of ideas to become physical entities. They gazed at the blue, yearning Earth. It was calling to them. They could hear the dim hum of the Ancient Tune. That sound was very familiar. It was their direction. The lure of matter and the thought of mortality made them shiver for a second (though strictly speaking they were yet to acquire the concept of time, and ‘a second’ meant nothing to them).”

  Cassandra stirred in bed. “These souls..., had they always been alive or was there a point in time when they were not?”

  That was an insightful question from the little one. “They were immortal,” we said through her mother’s lips. “And they knew it back then. Their minds weren’t faltering yet. They couldn’t remember anything apart from eternity. At that stage in their adventure, they couldn’t forget that they came from another planet: a different plane which sometimes humans, from the Earth’s viewpoint, call the Morning Star.”