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 friend****p - 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@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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