From the Nyangani Mountain, they drove north to the site of Ziwa ruins passing

through the Nyanga village. After arriving at the Ziwa site, they enjoyed a good quick tour of the Ziwa ruins. Ziwa looked to be closely related to the Great Zimbabwe monuments, consisting of old stone structures built of large blocks of stone.
From the ruins, they left the car and walked to the Ziwa caves. As they drew closer to the site, Simba suddenly stopped in his tracks. He seemed to have instantly gone into a trance right in the middle of the road. He stood motionless with his eyes closed like a priest in silent prayer.
“What’s up?” David asked as he and Ethan curiously looked at Simba, who was standing still like a statue.
“All right, just something I really didn’t expect,” Simba said as he opened his bag to examine its contents.
“What?” David asked again.
“Good, I brought them,” Simba said, closing his bag as they walked on.
“You’ll see in a moment. It looks like we have some company. Things may really get ugly around here.”
“Any problem? Wish we brought some kind of weapons…remember what I told you about the dangerous cult in Ireland. I am hoping and praying that you don’t have their equivalent in this country.”
Before Simba could explain himself, they were at the caves. The site looked lush and green. Th e caves stood amidst a thick concentration of trees, bushes, grass, and weeds. High up in the trees, birds of many kinds could be seen and heard, punctuating the natural beauty of the scenery. The entrance to the cave was kind of narrow but wide enough
for a man of average weight. As they stepped in, Simba looked tense and worried.
“David,” Simba said, switching off the fl ashlight he had pulled out of the bag. “You notice the oil lamps are on?”
“Visitors before us? I don’t like it at all, I bet they are neither tourists nor local folk,” David replied.
Ethan quickly noticed the marks and drawings on the cave wall. The walls were heavily adorned with rock art and many diff erent petroglyphs.
“Wow, what are these strange, stylized drawings? I see animals, funky-looking, long-legged people, and what looks like flying beings,” Ethan said, as he lagged behind, examining the cave wall drawings.
Simba stopped walking, looked back at Ethan, and smiled. “You find them interesting? Some of these drawings go back as far as 20,000 to 30,000 years ago. Th ey’re San paintings depicting spiritual experiences.
Some of the animals you see there depict the eland, representing spirituality to the San people. The long-legged people and flying beings represent shamanic flights and trances.”
They walked further into the inner caves through several passages.
“This is it,” said Simba, as he led the way into the innermost cave.
“Amazing place,” Ethan said.
“Wow!” shouted Simba, “I suspected this.”
“Oh no!” shouted David, stepping back.
Meanwhile, Ethan who was behind them moved forward to get a clear view of what was transpiring.
“Oh no!” he shouted, stepping back. To his surprise, right before them stood a strange-looking man whose grisly countenance mocked the concept of man as God’s image. He was tall and heavy built. The first strange thing about him was his outfi t. He wore a black robe like a priest, and his head was covered by a red veil. His eyes were most
strange, cold and catlike, making him look devilish.
The strange man jumped back in surprise and stared at them disdainfully. He stood still, wide-eyed and staring at them with a bewildered expression. As if finding them humorous, he opened his beastly mouth and laughed out loud. As they all stood still, studying the situation and contemplating their next moves, the strange man stepped further back. He then stretched his hands forward with palms pointed toward his three foes. Opening his nasty-looking mouth again, he started uttering some strange-sounding words and chanting some mantras in a weird language, clearly not Shona.
For some reason, Simba, David, and Ethan stood motionless, staring at him as if waiting for something to happen.
With each word that this dark underworld priest uttered, they found themselves feeling fatigued and somehow hypnotized. The effect of these underworld chants was taking a toll on them. Overcome by a draining dizziness, they stumbled over and fell to the ground. Weary, slowly losing breath, they crawled on their bellies like vipers and struggled with their failing senses, trying to regain strength.
The evil-looking stranger giggled sharply before yelling some strange word as loud as he could, as if to resurrect or summon sleeping demons from the abyss. A group of gruesome looking beings suddenly materialized in front of him. They looked almost human, but they were only about three feet tall. Their heads were big and their bodies
excessively hairy. Their eyes were all blood red and well complemented by their large spear-pointed teeth that they paraded ferociously and hungrily. Numbering seven, they paced about in front of him, hissing and growling, viciously intimidating their three foes. By now, Ethan, Rick, and Simba were trembling and gasping for air as they lay on the
ground like reptiles.
At a command from their evil master, the little beings viciously advanced toward the three victims. With a loud wild scream, one of the small tokoloshi goblin-like creatures leaped into the air and jumped toward Simba. Struggling to keep his eyes open, Simba looked in front only to see his impending demise. Biting his teeth and gathering his last reserve of energy from the depths of his gut, he stretched his hand forward and grabbed his bag as fast as he could.

As the tokoloshi landed in front of him, Simba pulled his hand out of the bag pocket. With one fast swing, he flung his hand forward, cutting through the air as he opened his palms and unleashed a white powder. This white powder immediately caused some serious damage to the advancing tokoloshi, which stood in front of Simba salivating with out-stretched claws.
It jumped back and shook vigorously as the white powder showered its face. This was just the beginning of the real drama. It screamed sharply, sending a bone-chilling echo into the air before exploding into flames.
The underworld priest stood frozen, eyes wide open as he saw his tokoloshi special soldiers bursting into fl ames one after another. Other little tokoloshi creatures scattered all over the cave, screaming and screeching in confusion, looking for a way out. Even more dramatic, the priestly sorcerer ran back and forth in disorientation, screaming
obscenities.
Meanwhile, Simba and his two friends had regained their strength and were standing on their feet, immersed in the drama. Simba advanced forward. Dipping his hand again into the bag’s packet, he scooped out a handful of the same deadly powder. Again, he tossed the powder into the air, sending the remaining tokoloshi into a series of explosions and
colorful combustions. A gross, choking stench saturated the air. After a few minutes of smoky fi reworks, all that was left standing was the priest. Having definitely lost his sanity, he walked about looking totally disoriented. Then, screaming and running like a mad cow, he pushed Ethan and David to the side as he sped through the cave’s exit.
“He’s escaping, he’s escaping!” Ethan shouted, turning and jumping forward to pursue him, before being stopped by Simba.
“Don’t worry about him, he is fi nished,” Simba said.
Ethan stood frozen, looking confused. “You gonna let him just run away? The very guy who almost turned us into sushi for his little savage goblins?”
“Trust me, he’s done for. He’s already lost his sanity, and only a holy shaman can redeem him. The base of his dark power has been permanently extinguished. Don’t worry about him.”
Meanwhile, David stood silently, hands in his pockets, watching Simba and Ethan in their dialogue. Th ey were all silent for a moment, reflecting on what had just occurred, until Ethan broke the silence in a low, tired voice.
“That was close,” he said, as they stood against the cave walls catching a breath and recovering from the ordeal.
“Dangerously close, I hate such close calls,” Simba said, frowning and shaking his head.
“Simba, who was this loathsome underworlder and what did he want here?”
“He wanted the crystal key, of course. He’s the dark sorcerer they call Chaza.”
“I thought you said the location of the key was a big secret only known to you and one other person. How did he know the crystal’s location?” Ethan asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Chaza is a renegade shaman who used to belong to the Mutapa shamanic order and mystery school, but he was expelled for violating one of the golden rules.”
“What golden rule?”
“The shamanic law of public good before personal interest; the law that forbids using shamanic knowledge and rituals to harm rather than defend the weak and the innocent.”
David nodded. “That ancient order is known for its strict rules; they don’t tolerate any nonsense.”
“However, expelling him was really no solution, because he became morally worse. He started involving himself with some Luciferian secret society as well as going commercial with his shamanic activities. I have heard of his intimate involvement with corrupt politicians who use occult powers to maintain political hegemony and eliminate opposition.”
“Nasty bastard. You still haven’t explained how he found the crystal location,” Ethan said again.
“A renegade shaman is dangerous, like a fallen angel; he knows too much. He knows many ways of digging up secrets. In this case, he made the grave mistake of underestimating us, heavily relying on his little demonic soldiers and assuming they were invisible. Anyhow what really happened is this–the Luciferian cult has been looking for the key for many years.”
“Wait a minute,” Ethan interrupted, “maybe they are connected to the Leviathan cult I told you about.”
“It’s possible, as evil transcends space and geography. They’re basically the same people, often referred to as the Leviathans, Luciferians, Cult of Kingu, Order of Samyaza, or even the Illuminati. It’s the same old crap, a bunch of power-hungry elites in bed with bloodthirsty demons determined to keep humanity blind and enslaved. Now that our transition to higher consciousness has begun, we can’t be controlled through the machinations of politics, commercial illusion, and organized religion. They’re now desperately trying to hold on, and if they cannot, then they will just lead us to a full apocalypse and total destruction by any means necessary.”
“What’s the powdered stuff you used? Anything in the league of uranium powder and red mercury?” Ethan asked, moving away from the cave wall toward the front of the cave.
“Oh, no,” Simba replied, laughing. “You won’t find me in the vicinity of radioactive material. Th at powder was made from the sacred stone of Mount Kilimanjaro. The powder has the power to neutralize or destroy evil entities.”
“Why Mount Kilimanjaro? Anything to do with its height?” Ethan asked.
“No, besides its height, what makes Mount Kilimanjaro important is that it is a sacred mountain with very high spiritual vibrations.”
“I didn’t know that. I hope to visit it one of these days. The one I know of is Mount Tanganyika in Tanzania; some believe the first humans were created around that area,” David said.
“I’m not too surprised to hear that, the name Tanganyika speaks for itself. In the Shona language, the word nyika means country or land, and tanga means fi rst. So, Tanganyika literally means first land or country, some kind of Garden of Eden.”
“That makes a lot of sense. I didn’t look at it that way before,” David said, nodding.
They all slowly walked toward the front of the cave, with Simba in front. Simba stopped right in front of a very large circular granite rock almost six feet in diameter and four feet in depth.
“This is the altar of power,” he said, pointing at the granite boulder.
He pulled three joined little drums from his bag and placed them at the base of the huge rock. Ethan stepped forward to take a closer look at the rock, and to his surprise, the top of the rock was marked with several spiral engravings, as well as other unfamiliar markings and some kind of hieroglyphic writing. Simba also pulled what looked like
a flute from his bag.
Simba then took the drum and the fl ute, and walked around the rock. Stopping in the confi ned space behind it, he stood facing the rock and resting his back against the cave wall. He then placed the little drum on top of the big rock. He also took a flute made of strange copper-looking material and started blowing it. As he blew, it produced an eerie high-pitched sound; he simultaneously hit the little triple drum.
The drumbeat produced a strange sharp sound with long-lasting echoes that filled the whole cave. The sounds caused a strange hair-raising, tingling sensation in their bodies. This went on for several minutes.
Continuing to blow the flute, Simba placed his right palm on the edge of the rock and gently pushed it to the side with little effort.
Ethan and David both jumped back in disbelief as they witnessed this unworldly phenomenon.
“No, no, that’s impossible. You didn’t just push that massive block of granite with one hand, like it was a piece of furniture? No, that’s impossible! Was that magic? How did you do that? Ethan was cut off when Simba grabbed Ethan’s hand and pulled it toward the large rock.
“Try it. Just push it,” Simba said, giggling.
Almost overwhelmed by hesitation and disbelief, Ethan slowly and reluctantly pushed the rock, easily moving it sideways as if it had no weight.
“What! I can’t believe this, can’t believe it. What’s this? Some kind of antigravity magic?” He continued, pushing the rock and feeling it to check if it was a real or just an empty shell.
David laughed at Ethan’s reaction and undying skepticism.
“Relax, Doctor Ethan, it’s not magic, it’s an ancient science. It’s the use of anti-gravity musical instruments to produce acoustic levitation.
Sound waves are used to temporarily alter vibrations, counter gravity, and neutralize the weight of the rock, causing it to levitate or allowing us to move it easily. Ancient people used to apply this sound art to move heavy blocks of stone weighing several tons. That triple-drum produces specific sounds and vibrations not normally produced by your regular drums. These little drums you see here are older than life; we simply don’t know how old they are or where they came from, but all we know is that they were used by the ancient ones.”
“Amazing!” Ethan yelled, almost jumping with excitement as he scrutinized the sacred triple-drum. “Why, why don’t you to take it for testing, demonstrate this antigravity trick before scientists or something?”
“No, no, no. No labs and no scientists. This is a sacred drum; it’s not up for confi scation and experimentation by the American military or NASA scientists. It’s a holy object and shall not be used for military or commercial purposes by these materialists. Hell no, let it remain a mystery and continue serving its purpose for its rightful custodians.” Simba protested.
“I definitely know where you’re coming from. They can’t be trusted with objects of that value,” Ethan said.
Ethan and David looked into the rectangular vault to see its contents; they saw several crystal rocks planted in the sand.
“What you see here are the precious crystals for which a lot of people would kill,” Simba said, pulling out a hexagonal shaped crystal.
“You see, it’s some strange kind of clear quartz, with etched lines running down and pyramidal shapes inside.”
Ethan stood gazing with his mouth wide open in awe.
“Here is your key,” Simba lifted the glittering hexagonal crystal key and put it in Ethan’s hands.