Subject: When Mu Sank.  Part 4.          Mar. 24, 2008.

  This talks about the space people prevented Ge-many
from having the ato-ic bomb first.

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  With regret, I �followed� my companions back to the
bridge.
  Suddenly, in the distance to the west, a loud
explosion was heard, then another nearer. Still in the
west, the sky began to glow. Closer still, amid much
sharper explosions, we watched the eruption of a
volcano that lit up the western sky for about a 30
kilometer radius.
  On the canal and in the port, we were aware of a
feverish agitation as cries rang out and sirens
sounded.
  We heard running footsteps and the sailors from below
spilled on to the bridge. Among them, I could see the
sailor who �wore� my Astral body, just as frightened as
his companions and I felt an enormous wave of sympathy
for the panic-stricken �self�.
  On the outskirts of the town, in the glow of the
volcano, I saw a shining sphere fly very rapidly up
into the sky, and eventually, disappear from sight.
  `Yes, that was one of our spacecraft,' explained
Thao. `It will observe the cataclysm from very high.
There are seventeen people on board, who will do what
they can to help survivors, but this will be very
little.
  Watch.'
  The ground began to shake and rumble. Three more
volcanoes surged from beneath the surface of the ocean
near the coast, only to be engulfed by the waters as
quickly as they had appeared. At the same time, it
caused a tidal wave of about 40 meters in amplitude to
surge towards the coast with an infernal noise. Before
it reached the town however, the land beneath us began
to rise. The port, the town and the countryside beyond
- a whole section of the continent - rose rapidly,
blocking the assault of the waves. In order to see
better, we rose higher. I was reminded of a gigantic
animal arching its back as it stretched, after
extricating itself from a burrow.
  The cries of the people reached us as a Dantean
screech. They were mad with panic, for they were rising
with the town, as though in a lift, and it seemed their
ascent would never stop.
  The boats had been smashed to pieces on rocks hurled
from the ocean, and I watched as the sailor we had left
behind was literally pulverised.
  One of my `selves' had just returned to its source.
  It seemed the Earth was completely remodelling its
shape. The town disappeared as thick black clouds
rolled in rapidly from the west, showering the land
with lava and ash, spewed from the volcanoes. Two words
of description came to mind at that moment: `grandiose'
and `apocalyptic'.
  Everything blurred and I felt my companions close
around me. I was aware of a silvery-grey cloud moving
away from us at a dizzying speed and then Thiaoouba
appeared. I had the impression that we were pulling on
the silvery threads, in order to return quickly to our
physical bodies that seemed to be waiting for us - huge
like mountains and shrinking as we approached.
  My astral eyes appreciated the beauty of the colors
here on this `golden' planet, after enduring the
nightmares we had just left behind.
  I felt the hands which were touching my physical body
let go. Opening my eyes, I looked around me. My
companion stood up, smiling, and Thao asked me if I was
all right.
  `Very well, thank you. I am very surprised it is
still light outside.'
  `Of course it is still light, Michel. How long do you
think we were away?'
  `I really don't know. Five or six hours?'
  `No,' said Thao, amused. `No more than fifteen lorses
- about fifteen minutes.'
  Then each taking me by a shoulder, Thao and Biastra
guided me out of the �relaxation chamber�, bursting
with laughter at my dumbfounded air.
  Lationusi followed, less exuberant in his amusement.
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  chapter9

  Our `so-called' civilisation
  When I had paid my respects and said my goodbyes to
Lationusi and his companions, we left the village and
boarded the flying platform once again, to retire to my
doko. We took a different route this time, flying over
large cultivated fields, and pausing long enough for me
to admire the crops of wheat which grew there with very
large ears. Our route also took us over an interesting
looking city - not only were all the buildings `dokos',
from the largest to the smallest, but there were also
no actual streets linking them. I understood the reason
for this: the people here were able to move from place
to place by `flying' - with or without a Lativok so
that proper streets were unnecessary. We passed close
by people entering and leaving huge dokos, similar in
size to those at the spaceport.
  `These are the `factories' where our food is
prepared,' explained Thao.
  `The manna and the vegetables you were eating
yesterday in your doko, would have been prepared here.'
  We didn't stop but flew on, over the city and then
over the ocean.
  Before long, we had reached the island where my doko
was situated. Leaving our vehicle in the usual place,
we went inside.
  `Do you realize,' said Thao, `that you have eaten
nothing since yesterday morning? You are going to lose
weight at this rate. Aren't you hungry?'
  `Surprisingly, I'm not particularly hungry, and yet,
on Earth, I have four meals per day!'
  `It's not really so surprising, my friend. Our food
here is prepared in such a way that the calories
contained in the food are released at regular intervals
over a two-day period. We continue to be nourished
without overloading our stomachs. This also allows our
minds to remain clear and alert and, after all, our
minds must be a priority - isn't that so?' I nodded my
agreement.
  We helped ourselves to various colored dishes and a
little manna, then, as we enjoyed a glass of hydromel,
Thao asked, `What do you think of your stay on
Thiaoouba, Michel?'
  `What do I think of it? Perhaps after my experience
of this morning, you should rather be asking what I
think of the planet Earth! It seemed to me during
those... fifteen minutes - that years had passed by.
Some moments were, obviously, dreadful, but others were
enthralling. May I ask you, why did you take me for
that journey in time?'
  `A very good question, Michel. I am glad you have
asked. We wanted to show you that, prior to your
present so-called civilization, there had been, on
Earth, `true' civilizations.
  `We didn't `kidnap' you, as you might say, and bring
you several billion kilometres just to show you the
beauty of our planet.
  `You are here because you belong to a civilization
that has taken a wrong turn. Most of the nations on
Earth believe themselves to be highly advanced, which
is not so. Rather, their cultures are decadent, from
the leaders and so-called e-ite classes. The whole
system is distorted.
  `We know this because we have kept a very close watch
over the planet Earth, particularly during recent
years, as the great Thora explained to you. We are
able to study what is happening in a whole range of
ways. We can live among you in physical bodies or in
astral presence. We are not just present on your planet
- we are able to influence the behaviour of certain of
your leaders, fortunately for you. For example, our
intervention prevented G-rmany from being the first
nation to have the use of the a-omic bomb, for it would
have been disastrous for the rest of the people on
Earth if Nazism had triumphed at the end of the Second
World W-r. As you will appreciate, any totalitarian
regime signifies a great backward step for
civilization.
  `When millions of people are sent to the gas chambers
simply because they are J-ws, their m-rderers cannot
pride themselves on being a civilized people.
  `Still less, could the Ge-mans believe themselves to
be the chosen people. To act as they did, they had to
have fallen lower than any tribe of cannibals.
  `The R-ssians who send thousands to work in
c-ncentration camps and who eliminate thousands more,
on the grounds they represent a danger to `the regime'
are no better.
  `On Earth, there is a great need for discipline, but
`discipline� does not mean dictatorship. The Great
S-irit, the Creator himself obliges no creature(s),
human or otherwise, to do anything against their will
(1). We all have free will and it is up to us to
discipline ourselves in order to improve s-iritually.
  (1 - `their will' was originally `its will'. This
caused the entire sentence to have a double meaning.
WHOSE will? Creator or human? Of course HUMAN.
Sentences like these were repeatedly mistranslated in
r-ligious texts, requesting people to submit to `G-d's
will' formulated of course by the clergy to control the
crowd. Free will is absolutely essential to any
sp-ritual e-olution. We used plural (creatures, people)
to remove the ambiguity. (comment of the Editor based
on the clarification of the Author)

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  To impose one's will on another, in a way which
deprives the individual of the privilege of exercising
his own free will, is one of the greatest crimes that
man can commit.
  `What is happening now in South Africa is a crime
against all humanity.
  R-cism itself is a crime...'
  `Thao,' I interrupted, `there is something I don't
understand. You say that you prevented the Ger-ans from
being the first to have the at-mic bomb, but why did
you not prevent all countries from having it? You must
admit that, at the point we have arrived at with ato-ic
arms, we are sitting on a volcano. What do you say of
Hiroshima and Nagasaki - don't you feel in some way
responsible?'
  `Michel, of course you look at such things in a very
simplified way.
  Everything for you is b-ack or w-ite, but there are
also many shades of grey. If the Second World Wa- had
not been stopped, as it was by the bombing and
destruction of those two cities, there would have been
many more de-ths - three times as many as there were
victims of the at-mic bombs. As you say in your
language, we chose the lesser of the two e-ils.

Part 4.

John Winston.  johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: When Mu Sank.  Part 5 of 5.     Mar. 25, 2008.

  This explains how we can have a civilization without
using money.

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  `As I have told you before, we can `lend a hand' but
we don't concern ourselves with the fine details of a
situation. There are very strict rules to be followed.
The bomb had to exist - just as on all planets it is
eventually discovered. Once in existence we can either
watch what ensues, as spectators, or we can intervene.
If we intervene, it is to give an advantage to the
`side' which is most sincere and most respectful of
individual liberty.
  `If certain of the leaders who read your book don't
believe you, or doubt what is written, challenge them
to explain the disappearance of billions of `needles'
put into orbit around Earth (1) several years ago.
  (1 - `needles' - 11 years after Michel's adventure,
Scientific American, August 1998 (Vol 279, Nr 2,
article by N.L.Johnson, Page 43, (63 in US edition?!))
explains: `80 clumps of needles (were) released in May
1963 as part of US Department of D-fense
telecommunication experiment. The radiation pressure
exerted by sunlight (???) was to have pushed the tiny
needles - all 400 million of them - out of orbit...'
Has anyone ever heard of anything else in the Universe
that has been pushed out of orbit by the �pressure of
sunlight'?? Why do we use rockets? To comprehend the
situation, I invite you to calculate the MASS of 400
million needles.
  (Editor's comment)

  Ask them also to explain the second disappearance of
billions more `needles' again put into orbit. They will
know what you are referring to, never fear. We are
responsible for the disappearance of these `needles',
judging them to be potentially disastrous for your
planet.
  `We do, at times, prevent your experts from `playing
with matches' but it is important that our assistance
not be relied upon when mistakes are made. If we judge
it appropriate to `lend a hand', we do so, but we
can't, and we don't wish to save you from disaster
automatically - that would be to contravene Universal
Law.
  `You see, Michel, a-omic weaponry seems to cast fear
into the hearts of people of Earth, and I admit that it
is a sword of Damocles suspended over your heads, but
it is not the real danger.
  `The real dangers on Earth, in order of `importance'
are: first money then p-liticians; third journalists
and d-ugs and fourth r-ligions.
  These dangers in no way relate to nu-lear arms.
  `If the people on Earth are wiped out by a nuc-ear
cataclysm, their Astral beings will go where they must
after d-ath and the natural order of de-th and rebirth
will be maintained.
  `The danger does not lie in the dea-h of the physical
body, as millions believe: the danger exists in the way
in which one lives.
  `On your planet, money is the worst of all ev-ls. Try
now, to imagine life without money...
  `You see,' said Thao who had �read' my efforts, `you
can't even imagine such a life, for you are caught up
in the system.
  `However, just two hours ago, you saw that the people
of Mu were able to meet their needs without spending
any money. You noticed, I know, that the people were
very happy and highly advanced.
  `The civilization of Mu revolved around the community
- both s-iritually and materially, and it thrived. Of
course, you must not confuse `community' with
`c-mmunism', as exists in certain countries on Earth.
Co-munism, as practised on Earth, is the essential part
of totalitarian regimes rather than democratic, and, as
such, is degrading for Man.
  `Unfortunately, as regards money, it is difficult to
help constructively on Earth for your whole system is
based on it. If Germany needs 5000 tonnes of Australian
wool, it can't send, in exchange, 300 Mercedes and 50
tractors. Your economic system doesn't work this way;
it is, therefore, difficult to improve the system.
  `On the other hand, much could be achieved in regard
to po-iticians and pol-tical parties. You are all in
the same boat... and there is a useful comparison to be
made between a country or planet and a boat. Every boat
must have its captain, but to run well it requires
skill and a sp-rit of cooperation among the sailors, as
well as their respect for their captain.
  `If, as well as being knowledgeable, experienced and
quick thinking, the captain is also fair and honest,
the chances are great that his crew will do its best by
him. It is, ultimately, the intrinsic worth of the
captain - regardless of his pol-tical or rel-gious
leanings - that will determine the effectiveness of his
operation.
  `Imagine, for example, that a captain had to be
elected by his crew, more for reasons of poli-ics than
for his skill in navigation and his cool-handedness in
times of danger. To imagine the situation better, let's
suppose we are watching an actual election. We are
standing on a leading dock where 150 crew members are
assembled with three candidates for command of a ship.
The first is a democrat, the second, a c-mmunist, and
the third a conservative. Among the crew members, there
are 60 with c-mmunist leanings, 50 democrats and 40
conservatives. Now, I am going to show you that this
affair cannot be conducted appropriately.
  �The co-munist candidate is obliged to make certain
promises to the democrats and conservatives if he wants
to win; because he is only �guaranteed� 60 of the
votes. He must convince at least 16 men from the other
parties that it is in their interests to elect him. But
will he be able to keep the promises he makes? And, of
course, the same applies to the other two candidates.
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Part 5 of 5.

John Winston.  johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: How To Correct Our Problems.    Mar. 26, 2008.

  This tells how we can correct some of our problems
here in Earth.

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  `When one or the other of these captains is at sea,
he will always find that a significant number of his
crew are fundamentally opposed to his having command,
so there is always a significant risk of mutiny.
  `Of course, this is not the method by which a captain
achieves his command - fortunately. I merely wished to
illustrate the dangers that are inherent in electing
leaders on the basis of p-litical bias rather than for
their ability to lead people, honestly, in appropriate
directions.
  `While on the subject, I must emphasise another
point. When our `captain-elect' is at sea, he is the
one and only leader of the vessel, whereas, when a
party leader is elected as head of state, he is
immediately confronted with a `Leader of the
Opposition'. From the very beginning of his leadership,
whether his decisions are good or bad, he will be
systematically criticised by an opposing party bent on
his demise. How can a country be properly g-verned
under such a system, Michel?'
  `Do you have a solution?'
  `Of course, and it has already been described to you.
The only solution is to follow the example of the
gov-rnment of Mu.
  `This is to place as head of state a leader whose
unique goal is the wellbeing of the people - a leader
not motivated by false pride or party and personal
pecuniary ambition; to do away with pol-tical parties -
and the resentment, the grudges, the h-tred that go
with them; and to hold out your hand to your neighbour
- to accept him and work with him, regardless of
differences you may have. He is after all, in the same
boat with you, Michel. He is part of the same village,
the same town, the same nation, the same planet.
  `What is the house which shelters you made of,
Michel?'
  `Of bricks... of wood, tiles, plaster, nails...'
  `Indeed, and what are all these materials made of?'
  `Atoms, of course.'
  `Perfect. Now these atoms, as you know, have to
connect very closely in order to form a brick or any
other building material. What would happen if these
atoms repelled each other instead of combining as they
do?'
  `Disintegration.'
  `And there we are. When you push away your
neighbors, your son or your daughter - if you aren't
always ready to help even those whom you don't like,
you contribute to the disintegration of your
civilization.
  And this is what is happening on Earth more and more,
through ha-e and violence.
  `Consider two examples well known to all on your
planet, which prove that violence is not a solution.
The first is Napoleon Bonaparte: by the use of arms he
was able to conquer all of Europe, and he established,
as national leaders, his own brothers to diminish the
risk of treason.
  `It is widely accepted that Napoleon was a genius
and, indeed, a competent organiser and legislator
since, 200 years later, many of his laws still exist in
France. But what has become of his empire, Michel?
  It quickly disintegrated because it had been
established through the use of arms.
  `Hitler, similarly, sought to conquer Europe by force
and you know what happened there.
  `Violence does not pay, and never will. The solution
lies, rather, in love and the cultivation of minds.
Have you ever noticed that, all round the world, and
particularly in Europe, you had many more great
writers, musicians and philosophers emerging in the
nineteenth and early twentieth centuries?'
  `Yes, I believe it is so.'
  `Do you know why?'
  `No.'
  `Because, along with the advent of electricity, the
internal combustion engine, the automobile, the
aeroplane and such like, the people of Earth neglected
the cultivation of their s-irituality and focused on
the material world.
  `Now, as the great Thaora explained, materialism
poses one of the greatest threats to your present life
and your future lives.
  `After po-iticians, you have the problem of
journalists and reporters. There are some among them,
although unfortunately rare, who try to do their job of
disseminating information honestly and sincerely,
attending carefully to their sources; but we are
greatly alarmed that most of them seek only
sensationalism.
  `Your television stations too, screen more and more
scenes of violence. If those responsible were obliged
to study psychology before being able to undertake such
grave responsibilities, a step in the right direction
would have been taken. Your reporters seem to seek and
even prey on scenes of violence, mu-der, tragedy and
disaster; we are sickened by their behaviour.
  `The leaders of a country, the journalists, in fact
anyone who, by their position, is able to exert
influence on the people, has an enormous responsibility
towards millions of people who are no more nor less
than his fellow creatures. Too often, even those who
have been elected to their positions by the people,
forget the obligations they have in this regard -until,
that is, a few months prior to a new election, when it
occurs to them that the people are dissatisfied and
might vote them out.
  `This is not the case with journalists though, as
they have not needed to inspire confidence in the
people in order to attain their positions; and yet they
have a similar power to influence in ways which are
good or bad.
  `Indeed, they are capable of doing much good when
they alert public attention to danger and injustice -
and this should be their main function.
  `To return to the need for such high profile people
to understand and apply psychology, I will give you a
good example to illustrate what I mean. On TV we see
the following report: A young man has just taken a
rifle and k-lled seven people including two women and
two young children. The reporter shows the bloodstains
and the bodies, adding that the ki-ler had imitated the
style of an actor, well known for his violent roles in
films. And the result? The mur-erer is going to be
proud of himself - not only has he achieved `national
notoriety', he has also been compared with one of the
most popular heroes of violent modern films. But,
beyond that, another such madman who sees the reports
and hears the commentaries of reporters who pay
unwarranted attention to this odious crime, will be
inspired to seek his own moment of national �glory�.
  `Such a person is usually a failure - someone
repressed, frustrated, inhibited; someone ignored, who
yearns for recognition. He has just seen the report and
he knows that all violence is reported, and sometimes
exaggerated, by TV reporters and journalists. Perhaps
his picture will appear on the front page of all the
newspapers - and why not? Then he will go before the
courts and perhaps be referred to by a name like `Jack
the Ripper' or `The Strangler with the Velvet Glove'.
No longer will he rank among ordinary mortals. The harm
that such irresponsible reporting can do is
unimaginable. Thoughtlessness and irresponsibility are
not qualities apparent in civilized nations. That's why
I say, on Earth, you have not even achieved the first
letter of the word civilization.'
  `So, what is the solution?'
  `Why do you ask such a question, Michel? You have
been chosen because we know how you think, and I know
that you know the answer to your question. Still, if
you insist, you will hear it from my mouth.
  Journalists, reporters and anyone else whose function
it is to disseminate information should devote no more
than two to three lines to such cases of murd-r. They
could simply say: �we have just learned of the murde-
of seven people by an irresponsible lunatic. This
m-rder occurred at whatever location and is a sorry
event in a country that considers itself to be
civilized.' Full stop'.
  `Those who seek their day or weeks of glory would
surely side step mu-der as a means of attaining it, if
their efforts received so little publication in return.
  Don't you agree?'
  `What, then, should their reports comprise?'
  `There are so many worthwhile things to show -
reports of worthwhile events which improve the psyche
of Earth people rather than brainwashing them in a
negative way. Reports such as the risking of life to
rescue a child who was drowning, for example, or of
assistance given to the poor to improve their lot.'
  `Of course, I agree with you entirely, but I'm sure
the circulation of newspapers depends on the
sensational news they contain.'
  `And there we are, back at the root of all e-il that
I mentioned earlier - money. This is the curse that
undermines your entire civilization; and yet, in this
particular case, the situation could be reversed if
those responsible were motivated to change. On no
matter which planet, the greatest dangers to humankind
are, ultimately, of a psychological, rather than
material nature.
  `D-ugs, similarly, affect the psyche of the
individual - not only do they ruin physical health,
they also reverse the indiv+idual�s process of universal
e-olution. At the same time as they induce states of
euphoria or artificial paradise, they are also directly
attacking the Astral body. I will elaborate on this,
for it is of great importance.
  `The Astral body can only be harmed by two things:
dr-gs and the vibrations occasioned by certain kinds of
noise. Considering only dru-s, it must be understood
that they have an influence that is totally against
Nature. They �remove� the Astral body to another sphere
where it should not be. The Astral body should be
either in a physical body or with its Higher Self, of
which it is a part. When dr-gged, an individual's
Astral body is as though `asleep' experiencing
artificial sensations that completely distort his or
her judgement. It is in the same situation as a
physical body is during an important surgical
operation. If you like, it�s like a tool that we bend
or break by using it incorrectly or for a task for
which it was not intended.

Part 1.

John Winston.  johnfw@mlode.com

Subject: How To Correct Our Problems.           Part 2.
Mar. 26, 2008.

  This has something to say about a person who lived
about 2,000 years ago.

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  `According to the length of time that a person is
under the influence of d-ugs, his or her Astral body is
going to decline or, more exactly, it is going to
become saturated with false data. `Recovery' for the
Astral body can take several lifetimes: for this
reason, Michel, dr-gs should be avoided at all costs.'
  `There is something I don't understand then,' I
interrupted. `Twice, now, you have given me dr-gs to
take in order to release my Astral body from my
physical body. Haven't you, thereby, done me a
disservice?'
  `No, not at all. We used a -rug that is not an
hallucinogen, in order to assist a process which could
occur quite naturally with adequate training. It is not
a dru- that `blinds' and therefore presents no danger
to your Astral body and its effects are very
short-term.
  `Returning to the problems of your planet, Michel,
the solution depends on love - not money. It requires
that people rise above h-te, resentment, jealousy and
envy, and that each person, whether he be street
sweeper or community leader, put his neighbor before
himself, offering his hand to whoever needs it.
footnote 1 - Emphasis by Editor.
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  `Everyone has need, both physically and mentally, of
his neighbor's friendship - not only on your planet,
but on all planets. As Je--s said, when we sent him to
you almost 2000 years ago: `Love each other' - but of
course...'
  `Thao!' I interrupted again, almost rudely this time.
`What did you just say in regard to J--us?'
  `--sus, Michel was sent to Earth from Thiaoouba
almost 2000 years ago - just as Lationusi also went to
Earth and has returned.'
  Of all that had been explained to me, it was this
unexpected revelation which shocked me most. At the
same time, Thao's Aura rapidly changed color. The soft
gold `mist' around her head become almost yellow, and
the gentle shower of colors from the top of her head,
blazed forth with new energy.
  `A great Thaora is calling us, Michel. We must go
immediately.' Thao stood up.
  I adjusted my mask and followed her outside, most
intrigued by this sudden interruption and uncustomary
haste. We boarded the flying platform and rose,
vertically, above the branches of the trees. Soon we
were flying over the beach, and then the ocean,
travelling at a speed much greater than ever before.
The sun was quite low in the sky and we skimmed over
waters that were emerald green or a perfect azure blue
- if I can describe colors in Earthly terms.
  Huge birds, with a wingspan of about four meters,
crossed our path just in front of us and the sun's
rays lit up the bright pink feathers of their wings and
the bright green feathers of their tails.
  Before long we had reached the island and Thao
brought the platform down again in the park, in which
seemed to be precisely the same spot as before. She
signalled that I should follow her and we set off - she
walking and I running behind her.
  This time we did not head for the central doko, but
took a different path, which led us eventually to
another doko, of the same huge size as the central
doko.
  Two people, both taller than Thao, were waiting for
us under the entrance light. Thao spoke to them in a
low voice; then moved nearer to them and engaged in a
brief consultation, from which I was excluded. They
stood still, casting curious glances my way, but not
smiling at all. I could see their Auras, which were
less brilliant than Thao's - a sure indication that
they were not as highly e-olved in s-irit.
  For a considerable time, we waited without moving.
The birds from the park approached, watching us. No
one, apart from me, paid them any attention; my
companions were apparently deep in thought. I remember
clearly, a bird, resembling a bird of paradise, came
and stationed itself between Thao and me, for all the
world as though it wanted to be admired.
  The sun would soon set and I remember watching its
last rays high up in the trees, igniting sparks of
purple and gold among the branches. A flock of birds
fluttered noisily in the canopy, breaking the silence
that had been established. As if this had been a
signal, Thao asked me to take off my mask, close my
eyes and to take her hand that she might guide my
steps.
  Much intrigued, I did as she asked.
  Moving forward, I felt the light resistance, now
familiar to me, as we entered the doko. I was told
tel-pathically to keep my eyes half-closed and lowered,
and to follow in Thao's wake. We advanced about 30
paces before Thao stopped and placed me at her side.
Still by t-lepathy, she indicated that I could now open
my eyes and look around; this I did quite slowly.
Before me were three figures remarkably like those I
had met previously. Like the others, they sat
cross-legged, straight backed, on fabric covered
blocks, each seat being of a color that complemented
the occupant.
  Thao and I were standing beside two similar seats
until, telep-thically, and without a gesture, we were
invited to sit down. I looked around discretely, but
saw no trace of the two characters who had met us at
the entrance: perhaps they were behind me..?
  Like before, the eyes of the Thaori gave the
impression of being illuminated from within but, by
contrast, this time I was immediately able to see their
Auras, resplendent with bright colors all so pleasing
to the eye.
  The central figure rose by l-vitation, without
altering his position, and slowly floated towards me.
He stopped before and slightly above me, placing one of
his hands at the base of my cerebellum and the other on
the left side of my skull. Again, I felt my body
invaded by the fluid-like feeling of well-being, but
this time I almost fainted.
  Removing his hands, he returned to his seat. Perhaps
I should explain that the details concerning the
position of his hands on my head were provided later,
by Thao, as, once again, it was beyond me at the time
to register such details. And yet I remember a thought
that occurred to me - a thought rather out of place at
such a time - when he resumed his seat:
 `I'll probably never get to see one of these figures
use his two legs as everyone else does.'

  chapter 10
  A different alien and my former lives

  A period of time had elapsed, I've no idea how long,
when, instinctively, I turned my head towards the left.
I'm sure my mouth fell open and remained that way. One
of the two people I had met earlier was coming towards
us from the left, leading a person, very odd in
appearance, by the shoulder. For a moment I thought
this person to be a Red Indian chief such as we see in
films. I will try to describe him as best I can.
  He was very small in stature, perhaps 150 centimeters
but what was most striking about him was that he was as
wide as he was tall - just like a square. His head was
completely round and sat directly on his shoulders.
  What had at first sight brought to mind an Indian
chief, was his hair, which was more like feathers,
colored yellow, red and blue, rather than hair. His
eyes were quite red and his face was `flattened' almost
like a Mongoloid face. He had no eyebrows but lashes
that were four times as long as mine. He had been given
a robe like mine, although quite different in color.
The limbs that extended beyond the robe were of the
same light blue color as his face. His Aura, silvery in
places, shone brightly and around his head was a strong
halo of gold.
  The shower of color from the top of his head was much
smaller than Thao's, rising only a few centimeters into
the air. He was, tel-pathically, invited to take a
seat, about ten paces to our left.
  Again, the central figure lev-tated towards the new
arrival and placed his hands on his head, repeating the
procedure I had experienced.
  When we were all seated, the great figure began to
address us. He spoke in the language of Thiaoouba and I
was completely stunned at finding I understood
everything he said, just as if he had spoken in my
mother tongue!
  Seeing my agitation, Thao tel-pathised, `Yes Michel,
you have a new gift. It will be explained later.'
  `Arki,' the Thaora was saying, `this is Michel, from
the planet Earth.
  I welcome you to Thiaoouba, Arki. May The Sp-rit
enlighten you.'
  Addressing me, he continued. `Arki has come to visit
us from the planet X'. (I am not allowed to reveal the
name of this planet, nor the reason I have been
forbidden to do so.) `And we thank him in the name of
The Spi-it and all the Universe, just as we thank you,
Michel, for your willingness to collaborate with us in
our mission.
  `Arki has come in his Agoura1 at our request,
especially to meet you, Michel.
  `We wanted you to see with your own eyes and touch
with your own hands, an extra-planetarian quite
different from our own r-ce. Arki inhabits a planet of
the same category as Earth, although it is very
different in certain respects. These `differences' are
essentially physical and have contributed, over the
course of time, to the physical appearance of the
people.
  `We also wanted to show you several things, Michel.
Arki and his fellow beings are highly evolved both
technologically and spi-itually which might surprise
you considering you will find his appearance
`abnormal', even monstrous. However, you can see by his
Aura that he is highly spir-tual and good. We also
wanted to show you, by this experience, that we can
give you for a time, the gift not only of seeing Auras,
but of understanding all languages - and that, without
recourse to telepathy.'
  So that was it, I thought to myself.
  `Yes, that was it,' Thaora replied. `Now, move
closer, the two of you.
  Talk together, touch each other if you want to - in a
word, make each other's acquaintance.
Part 2.

John Winston.  johnfw@mlode.com