Subject: Egg Shaped Space Homes. Part 2. Mar. 12, 2008.

  Here they talk about Easter Island.

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  `Indeed, we could. It's just that from the outside,
it's not possible to see the interior and so you
can't know that you won't hit a piece of furniture
on the other side. The best place to enter is always
indicated by an external light. Come, let me show
you around.'
  I followed her and discovered, behind a richly
decorated partition, a truly magnificent setting.
There was a miniature swimming pool that seemed to
be of green porphyry and, nearby, a matching basin
over which a porphyry swan was bending, its beak
open... the effect was beautiful.
  Thao held her hand under the swan's beak and
immediately the water began to flow over her hand
and into the basin. She withdrew it and the flow
ceased. She indicated that I should try. The
basin was about 150 centimeters above the floor
so that I had to lift my arm quite high but I
managed and the water spurted out again.
  `How clever!' I explained. `Do you have water
which is drinkable on this island, or have you
had to sink bores?'
  Again Thao's face lit with her smile of
amusement. It was quite familiar to me, appearing
each time I said something that, to her, seemed
`quaint'.
  `No, Michel, we don't procure our water as you
do on Earth. Under this magnificent stone bird,
is an apparatus which draws air from outside and
transforms it into drinking water as required.'
  `That's wonderful!'
  `We are merely exploiting a natural law.'
  `And what if you want hot water?'
  `Electro-vibratory force. For warm water, you
put your foot here, and for boiling water, you
put it there.
  `Cells positioned on the side, control the
functioning of the apparatus... but these are
only material details and of no great significance.
  `This here,' said Thao, following the direction
of my gaze, `is the relaxation area. You can
stretch out there.' She pointed to a thick mat
that was on the floor, a little further down
towards the base of the `egg'.
  I lay down and immediately felt as though I were
floating at ground level. Although she continued
to speak, I could no longer hear Thao's voice. She
had disappeared behind a misty curtain, so that I
had the impression of being enveloped in a thick
fog of cotton wool. At the same time, musical
vibrations could be heard, and the total effect was
marvellously relaxing.
  I stood up again and after several seconds,
Thao's voice was audible again, growing louder
as the `fog' lifted and disappeared completely.
  `What do you think of that, Michel?'
  `It really is the height of comfort!' I replied
enthusiastically. `But there is one thing I
haven't yet seen and that is the kitchen - and
you know how important the kitchen is to the
French!'
  `This way,' she said, smiling again and taking
several steps in another direction. `Do you see
this transparent drawer? Inside you have various
compartments. From left to right: fish, shellfish,
eggs, cheese, dairy products, vegetables and
fruits, and here in the last, we have what you
call `manna', which is our bread.'
  `Either you are teasing me or you are making
fun of me. All I see in your drawer is red,
green, blue, brown and blends of these colors...'
  `What you see are concentrates of the various
foods - fish, vegetables etc, of the best
quality prepared by excellent cooks using
various special methods. When you taste it,
you will find all this food excellent and very
nourishing.'
  Thao then uttered several words in her own
language and, in a few moments, I had before
me on a tray, selected items of food arranged
in a manner pleasing to the eye. When I tasted
it, my palate was agreeably surprised. It was
indeed, excellent, although very different from
anything I had ever eaten before in my life.
The manna I had already tasted in the spaceship.
I ate some of it again and found it a good
accompaniment to the dishes presented.
  `You tell me that, on Earth, this bread is
known as `manna'. How is it that it exists on
Earth at all?'
  `It is a product we always carry on our
intergalactic spacecraft. It is very practical,
being easily compressed and highly nourishing.
In fact, is a complete food. It comes from wheat
and oats and you could live on it alone for
months.'
  on higher planets/levels the LIFE of the
omnipresent s-irit is felt be all. Picture not
from this book.
  Just then, our attention was drawn by the
approach of some people, flying at ground level
beneath the branches of the trees. They set down
at the entrance to the `egg', unfastened their
Taras and placed them on a block of marble, no
doubt there for the purpose. One after the other,
they entered and I recognized with pleasure,
Biastra and Latoli and the rest of the crew from
the spacecraft.
  They had changed from their space uniforms into
long Arabian-style robes of shimmering colors.
(Later, I was to understand why the color of each
robe was so flattering to the individual who wore
it.) For the moment, it was difficult to believe
these were the same people I had known and spoken
with on the spacecraft, they were so completely
transformed.
  Latoli approached me, a radiant smile lighting
up her face. Placing her hand on my shoulder she
said, t-lepathically, `You seem somewhat stunned,
my dear. Are our habitations not to your liking?'
  She `read' my affirmative and admiring response
and was delighted by it. Turning back to the
others, she relayed my response, and comments flew
thick and fast, everyone talking at once. They had
all sat down, looking much more at home in their
seats than I felt in mine. I felt as odd as a
duckling among chickens in that my size
corresponded with nothing that had been built on
their scale.
  Thao went to the `kitchen' and filled a tray
with things to eat. Then, at a word from her, all
hands were held out in the direction of the tray,
which rose slowly in the air.
  It moved around the room, stopping before each
guest, without her having to touch it. Finally, it
stopped in front of me and, with great caution,
lest it fall (which vastly amused everyone) I
took a glass of hydromel. The tray departed of
its own accord, returning to its place of origin,
and all hands were lowered.
  `How is that done?' I asked Thao. My question
was understood te-epathically by everyone and
there was a general burst of laughter.
  `By what you would call `l-vitation', Michel.
We can, as readily, lift ourselves in the air,
but that serves no great purpose other than our
own amusement.' Having said that, Thao, who was
sitting cross-legged, began to rise above her
seat and floated about the room, finally coming
to rest in mid-air. I stared at her, but soon
realized I was the only one fascinated by her
accomplishment. Indeed, I must have looked
idiotic, for all eyes were fixed on me. Evidently,
Thao's behaviour was perfectly normal to my friends
but they were more interested in the astonished
expression on my face.
  Thao descended slowly on to her seat.
  `That demonstrates one of the many sciences you
have lost on Earth, Michel - apart from a few
individuals who are still capable of doing it.
  `There was a time when it was practised by many,
along with many other skills.'
  We passed the time pleasantly that afternoon,
my new friends and I, communicating tel-pathically
in a light-hearted way, until the sun was low in
the sky.
  Then Thao explained, `Michel, this `doko', as we
call our habitations on this planet, will be your
home during your brief stay on Thiaoouba.
  We'll be leaving you now for the night, to let
you sleep. If you wish to bathe, you know how to
arrange it and you can sleep on the relaxation bed.
But try to be organized within the next half-hour,
as there is no lighting in this habitation. We
are able to see as well by night, as by day, and
have no need of it.'
  `Is this building secure? Am I safe here?' I
asked worriedly.
  Again Thao smiled. `On this planet, you could
sleep on the ground in the middle of town and you
would be safer than in a building with armed
guards, dogs and alarms on Earth.
  `Here, we have only very evolved beings and
certainly, none resembling the criminals you have
on Earth. In our eyes, they must be likened to
the worst of savage beasts. On that note, good
night.'
  Thao about-turned and passed through the
`wall' of the doko to rejoin her friends. They
must have brought a `Litiolac' for her because
she flew off with the group.
  I prepared then, to spend my first night on
Thiaoouba.
chapter 6
  The Seven Masters and the Aura first he
reminds a dream: A huge flame burned blue;
orange yellow and red flames burned around it.
An enormous black snake slid straight through
the flames, heading for me. Giants appeared
from nowhere, running, and trying to catch
the snake. It took seven of them together, to
stop it before it reached me. But it turned
and swallowed the flames, only to spit them
back out, like a dragon, at the giants. They
were transformed into immense statues just
as they were - mounted on the tail of the
snake.
  The reptile became a comet and carried the
statues off - to Easter Island ( `Easter Island'
- an isolated island in the Pacific with no
trees, several thousand kilometers from the
shore of Chile, on which there are numerous
gigantic statues from stone. Some of these
statues are 50 meters high and since time
immemorial have been considered `one of the
seven wonders of the world'. Their existence
has intrigued archaeologists and historians
for centuries. Editor's comment in agreement
with the Author) Next, they were greeting me,
wearing strange hats. One of the statues,
resembling Thao, caught me by the shoulder and
said, `Michel, Michel... wake up.' Thao was
shaking me and gently smiling.
  `My goodness!' I said, opening my eyes, `I
was dreaming you were an Easter Island statue
and that you caught hold of me by the shoulder...'
  `I am an Easter Island statue, and I did take
you by the shoulder.'
  `Anyway, I'm not dreaming now, am I?'
  `No, but your dream was really quite strange,
for on Easter Island, there is a statue which
was sculptured a very long time ago to
immortalize me and which was given my name.'

Part 2.

John Winston.   johnfw@mlode.com