Subject: When Mu Sank. Part 3. Mar. 22, 2008.
This talks about what happened during the
destruction of Mu.
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With much noise, the ball exploded and a unanimous
cry of joy rose from the people. This astonished me, as
d-ath usually inspires tears, but my companions
explained it as follows:
`Michel! You don't remember the lessons we taught
you. When the physical body dies, the Astral being is
liberated. These people also know it and celebrate the
event. In three days time, the Astral body of the King
will leave Earth to rejoin the Great S-irit, for this
King has conducted himself in an exemplary manner
during this final life on Earth, despite very difficult
responsibilities and tasks required of him.'
I had no answer and I felt ashamed of being caught
out by Thao for my forgetfulness.
Suddenly the decor changed again. We found ourselves
on the front steps of the palace. A huge crowd
stretched before us for as far as the `eye' could see,
and, beside us, was an assembly of dignitaries,
including a figure dressed in the finest attire
imaginable. This was to be the new King of Mu.
Something about him drew my attention. He was
familiar - it was as though I knew him but didn't quite
recognize him, made up as he was. In a flash I had the
answer from Lationusi: `it's me, Michel, during another
life. You don't recognize me but you are aware of my
astral vibrations in that body.'
In effect, Lationusi was experiencing the
extraordinary within the extraordinary! Lationusi was
seeing himself living a previous life while he was
still existing in his present life!
From the hands of one of the dignitaries, the new
King received a magnificent head-piece, 1 which he put
on himself. 1 - `head-piece' - head decoration partly
resembling a crown and partly a bishop's tiara.
(comment of the Editor based on the explanation of the
Author)
A shout of joy rose from the crowd. The continent of
Mu - the most highly developed nation on the planet and
ruler over more than half of it, had a new King.
The crowd seemed delirious with joy. Thousands of
small balloons, garnet-colored and bright orange,
soared into the sky, and an orchestra began to play.
The musicians of the `orchestra', who numbered two
hundred at least, played from stationary flying
platforms located all around the gardens, the palace
and the pyramid. On each platform, a group of musicians
played together on indescribably strange instruments
and in such a way that the sound was distributed as
though through gigantic stereophonic speakers.
The `music' was not at all the music we are familiar
with. Apart from a type of flute that produced notes of
a very special frequency, the instruments all modulated
the sounds of nature; for example, the howling wind,
the hum of bees in the flowers, the songs of the birds,
the sound of rain falling on to a lake or of the waves
crashing on a beach. It was all so skilfully arranged -
the sound of a wave might originate in the gardens,
roll towards you, pass over your head and finish by
crashing on the steps of the Great Pyramid.
I never would have imagined that human beings, no
matter how advanced, could accomplish such a feat as
that orchestral arrangement.
The crowd, the nobles and the King seemed to
�experience� the music from within their s-uls, so
entranced were they. I would have liked to stay too, to
listen and listen more, to allow myself to be
impregnated by this song of nature. Even in my
astral-psychospheric situation, the music `penetrated'
and the effect was spell binding. I was �reminded� that
we were not there for the pleasure... The scene
vanished.
Immediately, I was witnessing an extraordinary
meeting, presided over by the King and restricted to
his six advisers. I was told the matter was serious
when the King met only with these six.
The King had aged significantly, for we had leapt
forward in time by twenty years. Everyone present
looked grave, as they discussed the technical worth of
their seismographs and I was able to understand it all
within one-hundredth of a second: I could follow the
course of their discussions as if I was one of them!
One of the advisers was claiming that the equipment
had, on occasions, proved unreliable but there was no
great cause for concern. Another stated that the
seismograph was perfectly accurate since that very
model had proven itself at the time of the first
catastrophe, occurring in the west of the continent...
As they spoke, the palace began to tremble, like
leaves on a tree in the wind. The King rose, his eyes
wide with surprise and fear: two of his advisers fell
from their seats. Outside, a great din seemed to come
from the town.
The scene changed and suddenly, we were outside. The
moon was full and illuminated the gardens of the
palace. All had become calm again - too calm. The only
sound heard was a dull rumbling, coming from the edge
of town...
Suddenly, the servants ran from the palace and
scurried in all directions. Several of the columns
supporting the globes that lit up the avenue lay on the
ground - smashed. Emerging quickly from the palace, the
king and his `entourage' climbed on to a flying
platform and headed immediately for the airport. We
followed them. Around the flying vessels on the field,
and in the terminal, confusion reigned. Some people
were making a dash for the vessels, screaming and
shoving. The King's flying platform moved quickly
towards one of the vehicles that stood apart from the
others: he and his followers boarded it. Other craft
were already taking off, when a deafening sound rose
from the depths of the Earth - a strange, continuous
sound like thunder.
The airfield suddenly ripped apart like a sheet of
paper, and an enormous column of fire enveloped us. The
vessels that had just taken off were trapped in the
middle of the flames and exploded. The people who had
been running on the airfield were lost in the crevasse.
The king�s vessel, still on the ground, caught fire and
exploded.
At this moment, as if the King's de-th had been a
signal, we saw the great pyramid topple in a single
block into the crevasse, which was extending along the
plateau, widening by the second. The pyramid had
balanced for a moment on the edge of the crevasse,
then, with a violent shudder, it was swallowed into the
flames.
Again the scene changed. We had a view of the seaport
and the town, which seemed to undulate like waves on
the ocean. Buildings began to collapse accompanied by
screams of terror in the scenes of horror that appeared
and disappeared among the flames.
Deafening explosions occurred, originating I learned,
from deep below the surface of the Earth. Entire
`suburbs' plunged into the earth; then huge pieces of
the continent followed suit. The ocean rushed in to
fill the immense chasms being created and suddenly, the
entire plateau of Savanasa sunk into the waters, like
an enormous foundering liner, but much quicker.
Powerful whirlpools were formed and, within them, I
could see people desperately clinging to wreckage,
trying in vain, to survive.
It was horrifying for me to witness such a cataclysm,
even knowing that it had occurred 14 500 years ago.
We began a very rapid `tour' of the continent,
finding everywhere, the same disasters. Water rushed in
gigantic waves over the remaining plains, submerging
them. We approached a volcano that had just erupted,
and nearby, we saw rocks begin to move with a regular
motion, as though a gigantic hand was lifting them
above the lava flow and creating a mountain before our
very eyes. This seemed to take as little time in
happening, as the plateau of Savanasa had taken to
disappear.
The scene vanished again, to be repeated by another.
`We are arriving in South America, Michel, where the
cataclysm has not yet had effect. We'll have a look at
the coast here and the port of Thiacuano. In time,
we've gone back to just prior to the first tremor, when
the King of Mu was meeting with his advisers.'
We were on the quays of the large seaport of
Thiacuano. It was night and a full moon lit up the
land, although quite soon it would set. In the east, a
faint lightening of the sky heralded the approach of
dawn. All was quiet. Watchmen patrolled the quays where
numerous boats were moored.
A few rowdy revellers were entering a building on
which a small night light shone. Here, we could see
some of the spherical globes of Mu - but just a few.
We flew over the canal, where several ships could be
seen heading in the direction of the inland sea (now
Brazil).
Our group `came to rest' on the bridge of a pretty
sailing ship. A gentle breeze coming from the west
pushed the vessel from behind. It carried little sail,
as it negotiated a zone congested with numerous boats.
There were three masts on deck, quite modern in style,
and of about 70 meters in length. Judging by the shape
of its hull, it would be capable of significant speed
in open waters.
A moment later, we found ourselves in a large
seaman's cabin, furnished with a good dozen bunks, all
occupied.
Everyone was asleep, apart from two men of about
thirty years of age, who, by their physical appearance,
probably came from Mu. They sat at a table, engrossed
in a game, which might well have been mahjong. My
attention was drawn to one of the pair - perhaps older
than his companion - whose long dark hair was tied back
in a red scarf. I was attracted to him as a piece of
iron is to a magnet and, in an instant I was upon him,
taking my companions with me.
As I passed through him, I felt an almost electric
stimulation - and a sensation of love, such as I had
never felt before, invaded my being. I felt an
indefinable oneness with him and I passed through him
again and again.
`This is easily explained, Michel. In this man, you
are reunited with your Astral body. This is you, in one
of your previous lives. However, you are here as an
observer and no purpose is served by trying to re-live
this time. Do not get involved.'
Part 3.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: The Roman New Year. Mar. 23, 2008.
Here is something that Winifred Barton sent me about
the Roman New Year.
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Subject: HAPPY ROMAN NEW YEAR!
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008
12:21:30 +0000
The Roman New Year is at Eastertide, when a ceremony
of extinguishing and relighting the s-cred fire was
enacted. "The Flame" is Vesta, the Hearth G-ddess.
Her temple in Rome contained no image, but a fire was
kept constantly burning. It was tended by the Vestal
Virgins, vowed to chastity, sharing the charge of
maintaining the sa-red fire which burned on the Altar
of The Go-dess. It is part of Win's personal deep life
experience.
Vesta's shrine was a domed building representing a
potters, orrefiners furnace, which gave rise to the
concept of "Gold tried in the fire." Fire is fertility
in philosophy. It engenders newlife, by purifying the
old, turning it to ASH. It correlates 11.8/8.11 with
the MYTH of the dying g-d making the Easter
life sacrifice in the C-ristian version.
The "Holy Grail" is the semitic word for a refiners
crucible which underlies the New T-stament concept of
temptation. The testing or trial of LENT, 11.8
correlates with C-rists' 40 days on the high mountain
battling with Lucifer, the enemy within.
In J-daism, Gehenna, literally the "Valley of Hinnom"
is a place near Jerusalem where children were
sacrificed to Baal, (also Bel) the male fertility -od.
(J-r.19:5,6.)
Is- 19:25 "Whom the L-RD of hosts shall bless,
saying, Blessed be Egypt my people, and Assyria the
work of my hands, and Is-ael mine inheritance."
Assyria is Ancient Iraq; the former center of a
succession of empires.
ISIS RA ELOHA � is the H-ly Trinity of The Presence
in you and I in our moment of awakening. The iconic New
Jerusalem viewpoint is our Star Trek destination:
Philosophy dressed up in 21st Century garb to awaken
the dream sleepers: A co ordination of the 6 senses
into an effective GLOBAL RESURRECTION theme.
The Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge, are TWIN
FLAMES.
(See "I AM THE BOOK OF LIFE" p.113 pic, where
everything goes up in one big YIN YANG swirl, with this
caption.
"The fabric of eternal life is thus woven of love
strands of every conceivable shade of emotional
experience to culminate in the ultimate union of Yin
Yang blessedness and full g-d potency."
As always there are neuronal connections; mce's
scattered through� h)0*0*0*�� � this script. Logs
floating down the Ottawa River were fed into the SWAN
VESTA factory to emerge as wood and wax matches; a
"lucifer to light your fag" as the WWII vets say.
The "Swansong" is the final performance or activity
of a persons career; neat 10.10 analogy.
WE HAVE CROSS THE THRESHOLD into the pulse of the 5th
dimension. The old House of Cards is collapsing, ashes
to ashes dust to dust. The spit is the sp-rit of life
the FIRE WITHIN!
Take what you need and take no more. Our ZERO POINT
is where we Honour the TREE OF LIFE, returning to HER
HO-Y ALTAR all that we have gleaned from the TREE OF
KNOWLEDGE. Welcome to this harmonic convergence with
the Eloha, the Ho-y Spi-it of LOVE, TRUTH and WISDOM,
now in conjunction as a Vitality Resurrection of the
ABSOLUTE PRESENCE.
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http://usnisa.org/neucache.html
Ge-esis II:
http://neu-ark.net/genesis2/
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com