Subject: A Meteor Hit Earth. Part 5 of 5. Mar. 10, 2008.
This talks about the color of some of their birds.
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Here were varieties of macaw, with blue, yellow, pink
and red plumage; and, among them a type of bird of
paradise strutted amidst a cloud of what appeared to be
hummingbirds.
These hummingbirds were of a brilliant red color
flecked with gold.
The red, pink and orange tail feathers of the birds
of paradise, would have measured 250 centimeters in
length and their wingspans almost two meters.
When these "jewels" took flight, the underside of
their wings revealed a very soft, misty pink, with
just a touch of bright blue on the tips - so unexpected,
especially as the tops of their wings were of an
orange-yellow color. Their heads wore plumes of
impressive size, each feather being a different
color: yellow, green, orange, black, blue, red, white,
cream....
I feel frustrated that my attempts to describe the
colors I saw on Thiaoouba are so inadequate - I feel
I need a whole new lexicon, as my language fails me.
I had the constant impression that the colors came
from within the objects I looked at, and the color
was more than I had known it to be. On earth, we know
perhaps 15 shades of red; here there must have been
over a hundred...
It wasn't only the colors that claimed my attention.
The sounds that I had heard since we began to fly
over the forest inspired me to seek an explanation from
Thao. It was almost a background music, very light and
soft, similar to a flute which continually played the
same air but at a distance.
As we moved on, the music seemed to change, only
to return to the original tune.
"Is that music I hear?"
"It is vibrations emitted by the thousands of
insects which, when combined with the vibrations of
the colors reflected by solar rays on to certain
plants, such as the Xinoxi, for example, produce
the very musical results that you hear. We,
ourselves, only hear it if we particularly attune
to it, for it comprises an integral part of our life
and our environment. It is restful, isn"t it?"
"Absolutely."
"According to the experts, if these vibrations
were to cease, we would experience considerable eye
trouble. This will perhaps seem odd at first, since
these vibrations appear to be perceptible to the
ear rather than the eye. However, experts are
experts, Michel, and, in any case, it is of little
concern to us, for they also say that the chance of
their ceasing is as remote as the chance of our sun
extingui****ng itself tomorrow."
he got a sort of visor for protection against the
strong light - here also Thao in a celebration-dress
...... not from book
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Egg Shaped Space Homes. Mar. 11, 2008.
This explains how these space people live in
Egg Shaped homes.
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Thao turned our vehicle and in a few moments, we
had left the forest tops and were flying over a plain,
across which flowed a jade-green river.
We descended to an altitude of about three metres and
followed its course. Now we were able to follow the
movements of strange fish - fish that resembled
platypuses more than fish, as I knew them to be. The
water was pure, like crystal, and at this altitude we
could distinguish everything down to the smallest
pebble.
Looking up, I saw we were approaching the ocean. Palm
trees resembling coconut palms waved their majestic
fronds at impressive heights, on the edge of a beach of
golden sands. The blue of the ocean contrasted
pleasantly with the bright red of rocks encrusted in
small hills, which overlooked a section of its beach.
A hundred or so people basked on the sand or swam,
entirely n-ked, in the transparent waters of the ocean.
I felt a little dazed, not only because of the new
and wondrous things I was constantly discovering, but
also because of the perpetual sensation of lightness,
due to the change in gravity. This sensation was my
reminder of Earth - what a strange word, and how
difficult it was to visualise Earth now!
The auditory and visual vibrations were also
affecting my nervous system enormously. Usually a
highly strung person, I was feeling completely relaxed
- as if I had plunged into a warm bath, allowing myself
to float in the bubbles while soft music played.
No, even more relaxed than that - so relaxed I felt
like crying.
We proceeded, quite rapidly, across the waters of the
immense bay, flying about 12 metres above the waves. On
the horizon, I could distinguish several dots - some
larger than others, and I realized these were islands;
no doubt those I had seen prior to our landing on
Thiaoouba.
As we headed for the smallest island, I looked below
and saw that we were being followed by numerous fish,
amusing themselves by criss-crossing the shadow our
vehicle projected on the water.
`Are they sharks?' I asked.
`No, they're Dajiks - the brothers of your dolphin.
You see? They are as fond of playing as your dolphins
are.'
not from the book - but of the fantastic visionary
art of Gilbert Williams.
`Look!' I interrupted Thao. `Look!'
Thao looked to where I was pointing and began laughing
- I was astonished to see a group of people approaching
us, seemingly without the aid of a vehicle.
They were about two metres above the water, in a
vertical position, and not only floating in the air,
but moving quite rapidly towards us.
Soon our paths crossed and grand gestures of
friend****p were exchanged.
At the same instant, a wave of well-being flowed
through me lasting several seconds. It was the same
sensation Latoli had produced and I recognized it as a
sign of greeting from these `flying people'.
`How do they do that?' Is it l-vitation?'
`No, they have a Tara (- The Tara is an apparatus
worn like a belt when you wish to fly.) on their waists
and a Litiolac (2 - The Litiolac works in concert with
the Tara to fly, but is held in the hand) in their
hands.
These produce certain vibrations that neutralise the
cold magnetic force of the planet, allowing
neutralisation of the gravitational force. Even a
weight of millions of tonnes compares with that of
feathers. Then, by other vibrations resembling those of
ultra-sound, they can steer themselves precisely to
wherever they choose, as they are doing now. On this
planet, everyone wanting to travel some distance uses
this method.'
not from the book - but more of the fantastic
visionary art of Gilbert Williams showing really FREE
FLYING....
`Then why are we using this vehicle?' I asked, for I
would have loved to experiment with such equipment,
which, by the way, was absolutely noiseless.
`Michel, you are impatient. I have brought you by
this means because you are not capable of flying with
a Litiolac. Without practice, you could hurt yourself.
Later, perhaps, if there is time, I will teach you how
to use it. Look, we are nearly there.'
Indeed, we were fast approaching an island and could
clearly see a golden beach where several people basked
in the sun. Almost immediately, we were flying beneath
palm fronds along a wide path, bordered with two rows
of flowering and very fragrant bushes. The area was
alive with the sound and color of insects, butterflies
and birds.
The vehicle proceeded slowly at ground level and,
after a final bend in the path, we arrived before a
`little egg', nestled among small trees and flowering
vines. It seemed that every building on this planet had
the shape of an egg, most often lying on their ‘sides’
but occasionally upright, as I have said, with the
pointed end upwards. The ‘shells’ were off-white in
colour and had no windows or doors.
AGAIN a made artimage showing the difference in size
of the body of those "former benefactor-g-ds" in
comparison to earthman. Here on the beaches on that
"paradiseplanet".
not from book.
This particular egg lay on its side, apparently half
buried in the ground. It was about 30 metres long and
20 metres in diameter - quite small in comparison with
those I'd seen so far.
Thao stopped the vehicle in front of a bright light
centred on the wall of the egg. Leaving the platform,
we entered the habitation. As we did so, I felt a light
pressure, with no more force than the weight of an
eiderdown. I remembered experiencing the same sensation
earlier, when we passed through the wall of the space
center.
Having neither doors nor windows on these buildings
is extraordinary in itself, but once inside, it was
stranger still. As I have mentioned before, the overall
impression was of still being outside.
The startling beauty of color was everywhere; the
greenery; the branches of the trees dissecting the
blue-mauve sky above; the butterflies; the flowers... I
recall a bird that came to rest right in the middle of
the roof, so that we could see the bottom of its feet.
It was as though it had miraculously stopped in
mid-air - the effect was quite extraordinary.
The only contrast with the outside was provided by
the floor that was covered in a type of carpet on which
were arranged comfortable looking seats and large
pedestal tables. All of these furni****ngs were, of
course, on a large scale - appropriate to these
`large-scale' people.
`Thao,' I asked, `how are your walls transparent and
yet we can't see in from the outside? And how can we
pass through your walls as we did?'
`First of all, Michel, let's take off this mask of
yours. I will regulate the internal light so that it
will be bearable for you.'
Thao approached an object on the floor and touched
it. When I removed my mask, I found the light to be no
less tolerable than with it on, although the ****ny
quality was restored.
`You see, Michel, this habitation exists because of
a magnetic field that is quite special. We have copied
the forces of nature and the creations of nature to
our own ends. Let me explain. Every body - human,
animal or mineral - possesses a field around itself.
The human body, for example, is surrounded both by an
Aura and by an etheric force (field 1 - Editor's
comment) of oval shape. You know that, don't you?'
I nodded.
`The latter comprises, in part, electricity and, to a
greater extent, vibrations that we call Ariacosti****i.
`These vibrations occur continuously for your
protection while you are alive, and they are not to be
confused with the vibrations of the Aura.
With our habitations, we have copied nature in
creating a field of mineral electro-etheric vibrations
around a nucleus.' Thao indicated an `egg', the size of
an ostrich egg, located in the middle of the room
between two seats. ‘Will you push this seat please,
Michel?'
I looked at Thao, surprised by her request,
considering the size of the seat and the fact that she
had never before asked anything of me. I tried to
oblige, but with some difficulty for the seat was
indeed heavy; however I succeeded in moving it about
50 centimetres.
`Very good,' she said. `Now you will pass me the
egg.'
I smiled. In comparison, this would be a simple task.
I could lift it with one hand and without any effort;
but in order not to drop it, I took it in two hands
and... fell to my knees! I had not expected it to be so
heavy and had overbalanced. I stood up and tried again,
this time with all my strength... nothing happened.
Thao touched my shoulder. `Watch,' she said. Turning
towards the seat I had found so difficult to move, she
placed one hand under it and raised it above her head.
Still with one hand, she set it down again, apparently
with no effort. Next, she took the egg in both hands
and pushed and pulled with all her might till the veins
swelled in her neck. Still the egg did't move a tenth
of a millimetre.
`It is welded to the floor,' I suggested.
`No, Michel, it is the Center and cannot move. It is
the nucleus I spoke of earlier. We have created a field
around it, so strong that the wind and the rain can't
penetrate this field. As for the sun's rays, we can
regulate the extent to which they penetrate. The birds
too, which come to rest above, are not heavy enough to
pass through the field and, if by chance a heavier bird
does land, he will start to sink. This produces such
a frightening sensation for the bird that he will fly
away immediately without having come to any harm.'
`It's so ingenious,' I said, `but what is the
significance of the light at the entrance? Couldn't we
pass through the walls anywhere we chose?'
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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 ****phyry and, nearby, a matching basin
over which a ****phyry 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 im****tant 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
nouri****ng.'
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 space****p.
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 nouri****ng.
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 ****mmering 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 s**** slid straight through
the flames, heading for me. Giants appeared
from nowhere, running, and trying to catch
the s****. 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
s****.
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.'
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