Baton of Shambhala
Sheridan had given his life to recovering ancient artifacts and manuscripts of sacred music. In the service of the Vatican, he had the privilege of sharing many of these discoveries with the world.
All too often he found himself in desperate circumstances, clinging to a remnant of priceless music or carefully coddling an ancient instrument. In those adventurous days of his youth, Sheridan considered no risk too great and no course too dangerous in his efforts to uncover the forgotten music of an increasingly forgotten God.
No moment in his life felt more complete than when conducting a great choir and full orchestra, standing awash in the beautiful music of a lost composition he had resurrected from an earthly grave.
His search for the rare antiquities of sacred music had taken Sheridan all around the world. Ultimately, his reckless abandon in seeking to discover the original source of all sacred music led to Sheridan’s undoing.
According to a well-established tenet of Christian theology, Lucifer was not only the greatest of the archangels; he was also heaven’s chief musician.
So it came as no surprise to Sheridan when he stumbled upon ancient manuscripts revealing that Lucifer had once possessed a music baton with which he had directed the chorus of heaven.
These manuscripts explained that when Lucifer was cast from heaven, his baton fell to earth.
After being lost for a thousand years, the baton suddenly appeared in the city of Shambhala. There the Baton of Lucifer became the Baton of Shambhala, and the green stone, set within its golden prongs became known as the Chintamani Stone.
For as long as its torch of azure light illuminated the city of Shambhala from high atop the King’s Tower, peace and prosperity endured over all the earth. But the stone’s magical allure proved an irresistible draw to those who sought to possess it for their own evil designs.
So the guardians of the stone, in their unselfish wisdom, devised a plan to prevent such power from ever being in the hands of a single man. They split the stone into three pieces. Then each supernatural fragment was secretly placed in the trusted hands of a great warrior and carried to the far reaches of the earth.
The price of sacrifice was high for the kingdom of Shambhala. With the Baton of Shambhala no longer imbued with the mystical stone’s power, the ills of life once held at bay suddenly began to eat away at Shambhala’s cocoon of hidden paradise.
The city’s hardy citizens held onto life for ten languishing years before the Angel of Death finally claimed the city with an undiscriminating scourge of disease.