There were other problems also. There was no synthetic way to overcome the deficiencies of their immune systems. Only an immune system that had already lived in this environment would be able to survive the trillions of dangerous viruses, organisms and other vicissitudes of this New World. This unforeseen weakness made them realize that they would have to graft their genetic structure onto an animal that already existed in this environment. Mon would create a new life form from the genes of the creatures that already existed on this planet. This new life form would have an approximate likeness to his people. After this experiment had proved successful he would then combine the genes of this life form with those of the God Star beings. In his mind's eye he imagined what glorious beings these would be. They would be beautiful, intelligent and also hold the knowledge of their great past. Using her vast powers Ast would give them the knowledge of healing and the great arts of culture and sophistication. Mon would bring them the sacred science of the ancients and together they would slowly reveal the sacred mysteries and ways of spirit. Thus, trained by them in the old ways, these new beings would proudly rebuild the old institutions and reinstate the great society of the God Star. They would be a powerful, compassionate, wise and loving people.

After the experiment was finished and the new race was created, he and the family would go back and live in the Great Ship. From this vantage point, they would watch over the planet, always keeping an eye on the events below. Later they would be called 'The Watchers'. Mon knew that in order to achieve this goal, the karmic record of this planet had to be watched with great caution. Mon knew how important it was to keep, what he referred to as the Akashic record, or documentation of events in the subtle dimension of the dreamtime, clean of evil. One lie, one act of vengeance, one theft would begin a cycle that could spiral out of control and lead these innocent people into fear, pain and despair.. It was up to them, now and in the future to always act as watchers and keepers of the light for their people of the New Earth.

"Perhaps we could set a trap for Seth?"

Ast spoke these words as she gracefully entered Mon's chamber. Deciding that she would not wait for the two of them to return to her room, she had followed Ra down the long hallway. It was obvious to Mon that, since her husband's death, the brilliant light that had always shone around her had faded a bit. Her beautiful face was filled with concern.

Mon turned to her, his great stature and long flowing beard making him a striking figure. "But how? What could attract Seth?"

Ra, who knew him well, thought about Seth's many passions. Which one could they use as a means to entice him there? Which one would he fall for? "There is one thing that Seth desires more than any other," Ast softly spoke. "And that is me."

Mon and Ra knew that she was right. Over the years they had seen the way that Seth looked at her whenever he was in her presence. Her warmth and beauty was so great that it was obvious to all that it overwhelmed him. Newly married to Nefer, during their early days on the Great Ship, he was able to suppress his desires. But as time went by and the forces of darkness overtook his mind, he lusted after Osir's wife to such a degree that it had always been a source of tension between Ast and Nefer.

Ast cleared her throat and looked directly at them, "He will come to me." "It's too dangerous mother. He will defile you."

"You and Mon must capture him before this happens. If we don't restrain him now he will ruin this beautiful planet.

Ra disagreed, "Restrain him! In the name of my father and all that is sacred to us, we must destroy him!"

"I know that your desire for revenge upon Seth is strong as your love for father Osir," Mon replied, "but to kill Seth would accomplish the very task that he is attempting with his actions."

"What do you mean Mon?"

"We have traveled across the great abyss of space to come to this world. And, if then, as soon as we arrive, we begin to kill each other for revenge, we will have begun a cycle of hell that will not stop for thousands of years. We will have placed a black mark on the souls of all of our progeny. The spiritual record of this world will be tainted from the beginning. The race we create here will forever carry the debt of this one simple act of vengeance. Is it not enough for you that Seth himself has begun this very process with the murder of my best friend Osir? Is one killing not enough for us? Do we have to go on like this? If we do it will never stop." "Wise words Mon" Ast replied, "But is there another course can we take?" "We are versed in the rites and lore of the Old Ones. Let us build a temple that is constructed with a pure, virtuous and magical intention. Let us bury his bones under that temple. He will be trapped forever there under that temple as a disembodied spirit. In my heart I pray that through the long centuries of his internment, he will come to realize the error of his deeds. Even he contains a spark of the divine light. Even he has the possibility of atonement. Therefore, I believe that this plan is a better one than killing him."

Ast smiled and placed his hands in hers. "You are a kind and gentle man Mon, whose heart is filled with compassion for others. Like the great sages of old, your magical powers are tempered with clarity and wisdom. Of this I have no doubt. Yes, perhaps you are right."

Seth stood on the side of the mountain looking down at the pyramid that was the new center for the family. A cold wind blew by as the trees bent against the force of the atmosphere. Up here, in the mountains of the Southern Hemisphere of the planet, the air was cold and thin. The new city was situated on a plain that sat at 17000 feet up. Until he could get used to the harsh environment of this planet this place would have to do. The air was so thick and heavy below this altitude that Seth, and the others, had not yet adjusted to the change. Since the gravity of this world was much heavier than what he was used to, his tall body groaned under its weight. He knew that the people who came after them would have to be much shorter in stature.

Ever since the tragedy, Seth's dark thoughts would not stop tormenting him. He even began to believe that the tragedy of the destruction of the Great Ship was not his fault but Ra's and Osir's for not foreseeing it in their meditations and calculations. For these errors he had a right to kill Osir. Regardless, of responsibility, if he got rid of Ra and Mon then no one would even suspect that it was he that had caused such damage to the ship and had murdered Osir. That is, except for the beautiful Ast.

And now, his mind overtaken by greed and lust, all he really wanted was to possess Ast anyway. He knew that the Akashic record for this planet had only begun being written with their landing. Soon these events would be implanted in the consciousness and dreams of the new beings of the future. Those with the powers of clairvoyance would be able to read what had happened here, in this place and time. Very soon he would need to find a way to destroy Ra and Mon. Placing Ast by his side, he would become the undisputed ruler of the New Earth.

He reached for his sword. It's metal had been hardened by the blacksmiths and alchemists that lived aboard the Great Ship until it was the most powerful weapon of its kind. Sharp and light, it was a formidable killing instrument. With it, he had dismembered Osir in a matter of seconds. Like a vivid hallucination, the memories of his deed flooded back into him. He saw the sword come down upon Sir's neck, his arms, his legs, and his penis. In a series of moments he had changed the world forever. Due to this one action, whatever was to happen on this little, dense, backwater planet was now up for grabs. While it was a certainty that Osir would have completed the great spiritual cycle begun on the God Star, and it was certain that Ra and Mon would begin the creation of spiritual life forms who would live upon this new world, none of this was now in Seth's interests. With the murder of Osir he had experienced a new type of energy and power, the ability to dominate, control and destroy.

He knew that now that he had murdered the Holy Leader of his people and his brother in the Great Order, the only choice he had was to annihilate the family completely. Only then, with the record clean of their interference, could he create a planet that was more suitable to his liking. Murder and lust were now his only desires. He knew that, as a former member of their society, if he acquired the magical machines in Mon's laboratory, he could create followers who would cater to his every whim. All he had to do was get rid of Mon, and Ast's son Ra, and this world would be his to rule. Ast would have to relent to his wishes at that point. What choice would she have? Seth grinned at the possibilities. All he had to do was wait for the right moment.

Ast slowly walked across the path towards the Temple of Osir. She had already constructed 15 temples across the length and breadth of this land, one for every part of her husband that had been sliced apart by Seth. In reverence, she silently knelt before the altar that held the eternal flame. She focused her mind inward and prayed. Without Osir her life was vacant and lonely. This New World was majestic and beautiful but due to the tragedy of the meteor storm, there was no one here to talk to, no one with whom to make great art and music, to laugh and dance. Mon had promised that soon they would begin to procreate a new race. But this plan was still hundreds of years away from fruition. What would she do in the meantime, especially without her consort and lover? It seemed that somehow the density of this planet was weighing her down, filling her with new feelings that she had never experienced before. Ast reached out and lit the incense made from the petals of the sacred blue lotus flower that was fundamental to their holy rites. Breathing in its heady perfume, she ceremonially touched the soil that had been placed inside a crystal cup that sat before the eternal flame on the altar. This soil had come from the old Earth, from the God Star of her birth. This rich soil and the fertile seeds of blue lotus were the most sacred substances they possessed. As she closed her eyes she raised the cup to her lips to kiss it. Suddenly she heard what sounded like a footstep coming from somewhere inside the temple. A chill went up her back as she heard the familiar voice coming from behind her. It had a hissing quality to it, a high pitched overtone that bespoke of deep emotional disorder. "Do you miss home that much?"

She turned to face Seth. He stood at the doorway to the Temple. "How dare you come to this Temple devoted to Osir? The friend and brother you murdered?"

Seth lifted his sword as he walked towards her. She had forgotten how immense he was. His huge body towered at nine feet and his shoulders were five feet wide. His long face had a beard that clung to the side of his cheeks, and through his dark, slightly slanted hazel eyes, he stared at her menacingly. Ast remained on her knees, her hands clasped before her in prayer.

"Osir is dead. He is of no concern to me", his voice was low and guttural. It was filled with a dark sense of malice and foreboding. She tried to remember the proud and enthusiastic initiate he had once been. But centuries had passed since those days and with them he had been overwhelmed by the power of a darkness that no one had foreseen. With his lust pouring out from his eyes he walked hungrily toward the altar, "Ah, the pungent smell of the Blue Lotus. Fascinating that I should find you in its sway." Taking a whiff, he feasted his eyes upon her. "To whom are you praying my lovely?"

"To the one and only creator, the primal unity that exists beyond image, beyond form, beyond life, beyond death. "

"There is no such creature. This fantasy of yours is just a remnant of a bad dream someone once had on the God Star."

"Seth, you speak with such hubris."

"Why not? Soon this entire world will be mine."

"Then I shall pray the inhabitants of that world!"

Seth turned to look directly at the kneeling Ast. Feeling the bluntness of her words he lifted the sword and slapped the side of the blade against her cheek. A thin line of red blood appeared on her delicate face. Sneering at the sight of it, he seemed to revel in this new sense of dominion over her. "There is so much oxygen on this world that our inner fluids turn red. It is a beautiful color, don't you agree, my beautiful Ast?"

Ast sighed as she felt the warm flow of blood running down her cheek. Unable to maintain her peaceful demeanor, she felt an entirely new manifestation of energy welling up in her. One she had never felt before. Seth was bringing forth emotions into her being that she had never experienced. Her muscles were tense, her breathing shallow, as if in preparation to strike out at this evil force that had taken her beloved husband from her.

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