Chapter VII
The Creation of the City of Anawalkia
The Grandmothers
Western Maryland: 2010:
From the very beginning of Arina’s creation the people of Atlantis were curious about its whereabouts, but it wasn’t until the adepts from Arina first appeared in different countries of the world that people started to undertake serious attempts to locate Arin’s mysterious kingdom.
Some tried and failed and, once discouraged, turned back. Most were lost
at sea or died in the wilds, never to be heard from again. A few hardy souls
actually survived the journey to discover that the out-lying lands of Androvinka
were covered by a dense, nearly impenetrable primeval forest. 
When the
explorers unknowingly encountered the Great Wall of Impassable Light, it simply
turned them outwards until they finally followed the circle and arrived at either
the north or south gates. Then they would be transported to the great eastern
gate of Androvinka where the weary travelers were granted entrance and
provided shelter from the formidable wilderness and the great beasts that still
wandered the land. As the desire to seek Arina grew among the people, Arin
recognized the dilemma and the need to make provisions for those who wished
to visit. Thus he created the walled City of Anawalkia.
Arin, High Priest of Arina:
They came from every part of the known world to live in Arina. Their first entrance was through the great gate at Anawalkia. This was the east gate and known commonly as Arin's Pass. Through this portal, came the great and small people of that day seeking the magic of Arina. Few though made it into the center of that province, for so structured was the whole of Androvinka that only as the asking party achieved spiritual advancement could he enter other areas. This was a place of learning, strict in faith, great in love, ruled by truth. We were among the first to bring the combination of God’s Light and Love into the Earth, and the whole of Androvinka was a place enclosed by The Great Wall of Impassable Light. The Gate of Anawalkia
Entry: Omar and Walkingfeather:
Grantsville, Md.
"The Gate of Anawalkia rose 900 feet into the sky and was known by the common name of "Arin's Pass. No one entered the depth of Arina without the test of Arin. Even in that day of great Kings and Priests, Arina was a law unto itself and Arin was its High Priest. The City of Anawalkia was fashioned for all to enter. The journey from Arina to Atlantis was arduous even with air conveyances because of the great undercurrents of air as you passed over the water and onto what was then known as the ‘undivided land.’ Great beasts still roamed this land in that age.
"The Great Gate opened inward and then, upon closing, sealed itself as if by magic. From out of a primitive forest, you entered a city so beautiful as to take away your breath. Encircled by a high adobe brick wall six miles deep and six miles wide, the City of Anawalkia lay within the inner confines of Arina but separate. Close to the great gate stood a beautiful small Temple where all were greeted. The buildings were cinnamon color and symmetrically elegant in their simplicity. An almost Moroccan look pervaded the structures and streets and the lush foliage and gorgeous scented flowers imposed a balance on the heart and mind that lasted through the whole visit.
“Places to lodge and eat were found scattered throughout the area and people gathered in the park-like setting to marvel and wonder at such a place hidden away in so deep a wilderness. Most left in a few days without ever guessing they had only scratched the surface of Arina. They would return to Atlantis and exclaim to all about the wonderful place Arin had carved out in the wilderness of the ‘undivided land.’
To those rare few that perceived a deeper meaning to this land, if they could levitate over the wall or pass through it by the power of their mind, their whole conception of Arina would change in a heartbeat."
Shara-Lee
On the other side of Anawalkia’s Impassable Inner Wall one entered again the primeval forest. This time however, the underbrush was gone and a pristine view of the forest floor lay as far as the eye could see. Two roads met there, one going left and south, and the other going west and straight into the heart of Arina.
Smiling guides met newcomers after they passed through or over the wall. Small silent cars with round spinning bottoms took them south along the left road, deep into the ancient forest. Their true journey to Arina had just begun.
The village of Shara-Lee was nothing like Anawalkia. It lay like a slumbering beast stretched out along the far side of a great lake. Natural stone buildings, three to five stories high were clustered together along a wide courtyard that became a road around the lake. The stone buildings as well as the courtyard and road were polished to a soft luster giving the appearance of ageless beauty. Ancient trees spread huge branches over soft natural lawns created in the spaces beside and to the back of the buildings. Wild flowers bloomed in profusion everywhere.
This was the education center of Arina, and the first destination of every person, regardless of station, when they were admitted into the inner sanctuary of Arina. | Continue to Chapter Eight