“They were downing the Kundalini force, confound it!” Lord Everton shouted out of control. “Can you believe that, my dear? They gulped deep to find that one… haven’t seen that in all my years!”
“Kundalini? Isn’t that some religious thing in India?” The Admiral wasn’t totally lost in this subject.
“Yes and no, my dear Admiral. I imagine the Nazis ran across the practice and philosophy behind Kundalini when they were in India or Iraq researching the roots to their Aryan race.” Lady Hightower said while standing up and walking over to her husband.
“Yes! Yes! And they probably swallowed all the descriptions of those ancient flying vehicle things the Sumerian gods used when they were over there.” Lord Everton said while sucking his pipe at a quickened pace. The solution to the previous riddle excited Everton to the point of his hands constantly shaking. “Ancient Sumer, of course! No wonder we didn’t know what they were doing, we were gargling in modern times – they went really far back!
Lady Hightower nodded her head in agreement while looking lovingly at the Admiral.
“You see Admiral, the ancients describe Kundalini as the life force sleeping within all of us. It may emerge by accident, but ancient mystics and yoga masters have found a way to harness this energy by meditating and drawing it slowly up the different Chakra centers.”
“Yes, when I was stationed in India, I heard about all this. But what to you mean the Nazis are using this power, and sending it to Hitler? How?”
Lord Everton shot to his feet and gave the Nazi salute and remained standing.
Lady Hightower sat down and moved her chair closer to their guest. “Admiral, this Nazi salute is a modification of an ancient religious practice.”
Lord Everton stiffened his raised arm as if to accent what activated the force.
“When they click their heels,” Lady Hightower continued, “they are closing their connection with the earth so they may push the Kundalini force immediately through their seven chakra centers.”
Everton took his left hand and mimicked energy flowing up the spine and out of his right arm.
“They channel this energy directly to Hitler when they shout Heil Hitler.”
“Or they must say, Heil mein Führer, when they are partaking the presence of Hitler.” Everton added.
Admiral Payne thought for a moment. “You mean, when the Germans give this Nazi salute, they’re conjuring up some form of voodoo or something?”
“More than voodoo, Admiral!” Lord Everton shouted. “Voodoo is a trick, a band aid to cover, this uses the entire tavern! Kundalini is a life force, the beer garden within us all. Don’t ignore the canteen or call it hocus pocus just because it has a name from India – it is God, Allah, Jehovah, Ying & Yang, whatever you want to call it. It’s God’s life force and they are using it. Using it for evil!” Everton suddenly stopped shaking.
“And they are harvesting this force every minute of every day.” Lady Hightower reminded.
From his few visits to Germany before the war, the Admiral saw the Nazi salute occurring thousands, if not millions, of times everyday. Even he was surprised to learn this gesture is mandatory for all civilians. Suddenly his mind jumped to a naval exercise when he was just a junior executive officer.
“Lady Hightower, you said yoga masters bring up this Kundalini energy slowly through their chakra centers by mediation.”
“Yes?” The wise woman knew the Admiral had more thoughts, the kind with important information.
“Then shouldn’t there be a difference between bringing this energy slowly up by meditation and shooting it up in less than a second with a Heil Hitler?”
Lady Hightower and Lord Everton looked at each other simultaneously.
“My dear, how do you think he handles that?”
“Maybe he doesn’t.” Everton said, while putting down his arm. “Maybe this can also be their fire water…”
Chapter 20 – The Link
Elaine sucked in her cheeks. Certainly after their experience with him at Frau Ney’s and later with Fesel at a restaurant, it would be unthinkable to be in the same room with Bruno in public again. Although embarrassing, Bruno could also be entertaining, like the time he jumped on the floor when a potato fell off Elaine’s plate, and ate it like an animal. He often would run around the establishment chasing girls with a horn and hat that resembled Harpo Marx.
“Can we just go somewhere else? Do we have to go somewhere just because Fesel suggested it?” This was not like Elaine at all. She normally went along with whatever was planned. Berlin was changing her.
“Elaine, at least have some…” Karl Ernst was interrupted by a knock on the hotel room door. He walked over and opened it slowly. A voice boomed from the other side.
“Karl Ernst! We just had to share with you the wonderful news!”
The ‘we’ turned out to be Fesel and Ewa Mann.
“Come in, we were just getting ready to leave.” Karl Ernst nervously said, without realizing the contradictory sound of his statement.
“Oh, I see.” Fesel seemed to understand completely. “Then maybe you could come with us.” Fesel looked directly at Elaine while speaking, knowing she would be the one making the decision on this matter.
Elaine froze. Her dislike of Fesel and shock of seeing the impressionable Ewa Mann left her speechless.
“Oh, I don’t believe you two have met. Elaine, this is Ewa Mann, one of our lovely assistants at the project building. Ewa, may I have the pleasure to introduce you the woman behind the greatest astrologer in the world today, the lovely Elaine Krafft!”
Both women mimicked a ‘hello’ while at the same time taking notice of everything they saw in each other, like two fighters sizing each other up.
Fesel smiled and studied Karl Ernst. He should be more nervous. He’s either an extremely good actor or I’ve misjudged him. Fesel thought.
Karl Ernst’s relief came from seeing Ewa’s hair tightly pulled back into a bun. The bright red silk hat she wore made the very little amount of red hair unnoticeable. The stunning makeup of bright red lips and light gray eye shadow gave her the appearance of a face on the glamour magazines.
“And what is the wonderful news you have for us?” Karl Ernst asked, hoping for a way to get out of this situation. He could not help but glance at Ewa, who was constantly eyeing him. Both Fesel and Elaine noticed the eye movements of everyone in the room.
“History, my dear Karl Ernst, history!” Fesel shouted with glee. “France has just officially surrendered, and the Führer made sure it was done in the same place, and in the very same railroad car, the crime of 1919 was perpetrated.” Fesel clinched his fists. “Sieg Heil!” He shouted while giving the Nazi salute. “Finally, France is finished… and we are the masters of Europe, just as the Führer predicted!”
Karl Ernst opened his mouth to speak, but Fesel beat him to it. “And as you predicted, Karl Ernst.”
Pride swelled through Karl Ernst, especially since his work contributed to the victory and played a part in the military part of the plan to defeat of France. Elaine felt a sense of joy as well. For with the fighting over, victory would also mean the Kraffts could return home, something neither of have of since arriving in Berlin. It was now their deepest desire.
“Fantastic news!” Karl Ernst finally said while putting his arms around Elaine.
“Wonderful.” Elaine said with a constructed smile.