Subject: How To Fly. Part 2. April 7, 2008.
This talks about seeing some bodies in a
building.
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Its exceptional size was not its only
peculiarity however; its colo-r was another.
All the dokos I had seen to date on Thiaoouba
were of a whitish colo-r - even those at the
city of the Nine dokos. This one, though,
seemed to be made of pure gold. There it was,
shining in the sun and, in spite of its very
ordinary egg shape, its color and size
rendered it majestic. Something else surprised
me greatly: there was no reflection of the doko
in the waters of the lake.
My companions led me towards the dome of
the gold doko. We flew slowly, at water level
and, from this perspective, it was even more
impressive.
Unlike other dokos, this one had no point of
reference to indicate an entrance. I followed
Thao and Latoli who soon disappeared inside.
The other two were at my side, each having
caught hold of me under an arm so that I
wouldn't fall into the water, for, in my surprise,
I had let go of my Litiolac. I was literally
stunned by what I saw.
Here is what I discovered inside the doko:
I could see about two hundred people floating in
the air with no help from any apparatus. The
bodies seemed to be asleep or in deep meditation.
The one closest to us floated about six meters
above the water, for inside the doko, there was
no floor. The bottom section of the `egg' was
actually in the water. As I have already
explained, once inside a doko you can see outside,
as though there were nothing between you and
the world outside.
So, in this case, I had a panoramic view of
the lake, the hills and the forest in the
background and, near me in the middle of this
`landscape', floated two hundred or so bodies.
It was completely astonishing, as you would
expect.
My companions were watching me in silence and,
unlike other times when my wonder had made them
laugh, they remained serious.
Looking more closely at the bodies, I began to
notice they were generally smaller than my hosts
and some had quite extraordinary - and sometimes
monstrous - forms.
`What are they doing? Are they meditating?' I
whispered to Thao who was at my side.
`Take your Litiolac, Michel. It's hanging on
your arm.'
I obeyed, and she then, answered my questions.
`They are dead. These are corpses.'
`Dead? Since when? Did they all die together?
Was there an accident?'
`Some of them have been here for thousands of
years and the most recent, I believe, has been
here for sixty years. I think (that) 1, in your
current state of surprise, you are not going to
be able to operate your Litiolac effectively.
Latoli and I will guide you.'
Each of them took hold of me under an arm and
we began to wander among the bodies. Without
exception, they were entirely n-ked.
Among others, I saw a man sitting in the lotus
position. His hair was long and of a red-blond
color. He would have been two meters tall when
standing. He had golden skin and his features
were remarkably fine for a man - and he was,
indeed, a man rather than a hermaphrodite.
A little further away lay a woman, whose skin
was coarse like that of a snake, or the bark of
a tree. She appeared to be young, although her
strange aspect made it difficult to judge her
age. Her skin was orange colored and her short,
curly hair was green.
Most surprising though, were her b-easts. They
were quite large, but each one had two n-pples,
separated from each other by about ten centimeters.
She would have been close to 180 centimetres in
height. Her thighs were thin and muscular, and
her calves quite short. On each foot were three
enormous toes, but her hands were exactly like
ours.
We passed from one to another, sometimes
stopping, sometimes moving on - as one does
among wax figures in a museum.
The eyes and mouths of all these people were
closed, and they all occupied one of two
positions - either sitting in the lotus position,
or lying on their backs with their arms by
their sides.
`Where do they come from?', I whispered.
`Various planets.'
We spent some time before the body of a man,
apparently in the prime of his `life'. He had
bright chestnut hair that was long and curly.
His hands and feet were like mine. His skin
was of a familiar complexion - that of someone
from Earth. In height, he would have been
around 180 centimeters.
His face was smooth, with noble features
and there was a soft goatee on his chin.
I turned to Thao whose eyes were fixed on
mine. `One would say that he came from Earth',
I said.
`In one sense he did, but in another, he
didn't. You know him well by having heard him
spoken of.'
Intrigued, I examined his face more closely,
until, t-lepathically, Thao said, `Look at his
hands and feet, as well as his side.'
Thao and Latoli brought me closer to the body
and I could clearly see scars on his feet and
his wrists (1), as well as a gash, approximately
20 centimeters long, in his side.
`What happened to him?'
`He was crucified, Michel. This is the body of
C-rist of whom we spoke this morning.'
(1 - R-ligious pictures and sculptures depict
crucifixion by means of nailing through palms of
hands to the cross. According to human anatomy,
however, soft tissues between the bones in hands
are not strong enough to support the weight of
the body on a cross. Nails would simply slip between
fingers. In contrast, nails through human wrists are
wedged between bones and provide much stronger
support.
Editor's note)
Fortunately, my hosts had anticipated my
reactions and supported me under the arms, for I
am convinced that I'd have been unable to
manoeuvre my Litiolac.
There I was - staring at the body of Ch-ist,
worshiped and spoken of by so many on Earth -
the man who had been the subject of so much
controversy and so much research during the
past 2000 years.
I reached out to touch the body, but was
prevented from doing so by my companions,
who drew me away.
`Your name is not Thomas. Why must you
touch him? Is there doubt in your mind?'
said Thao. `You see, you confirm what I was
saying this morning - you seek proof.'
I felt terribly ashamed for having initiated
my gesture, and Thao understood my regret.
`I know, Michel, that it was instinctive
and I understand it. In any case, you can't
touch these bodies - no one can, apart from
one of the seven Thaori. In fact, it is the
Thaori who install these bodies in a state of
preservation and l0vitation, as you see them,
and they alone, are capable of doing so.'
`These are the actual bodies they had during
their lives?'
`Of course.'
`But how are they preserved? How many of
them are there and why?'
`Do you remember me telling you, when we
took you from your planet, that there were
questions you would ask to which we would
give no answers?
I explained then, that you would learn with
us all you needed to know, but that certain
things would remain a `mystery' because you
must not document certain points. The question
you have just asked cannot be answered for this
very reason. However, I am able to tell you
that there are 147 bodies in this doko.'
I knew that it would be futile to inquire
further, but as we wandered among the bodies,
I asked another burning question:
`Do you have Moses' body? And why are they
all in le-itation in this doko without a solid
floor?'
`We have only the body of Ch-ist from your
planet. They are lev-tated in order to be
perfectly preserved, and the properties
peculiar to the waters of this lake assist
this preservation.'
`Who are all the others?'
`They came from various planets where they
have each had a very important role to play.'
One of the bodies I remember well. It was
about fifty centimeters high and formed exactly
like a being from Earth, except that it was
dark yellow and had no eyes. Instead, it had
a type of horn in the middle of its forehead.
I asked how it was able to see and was told
that there were two eyes at the end of the
protuberance, multi-faceted like the eyes of
a fly.
I could see the closed eyelid with several
splits.
(page 154 Thiaoouba Prophecy book)
`Nature is very strange,' I murmured.
`As I said, each body you see here, comes
from a different planet, and it is the
conditions in which they must live which
determines the details of the physical bodies
of the inhabitants.'
`I don't see anyone resembling Arki.'
`And neither will you.'
I didn't know why, but I `felt' that I
should not pursue this topic further.
Throughout this macabre visit, I saw bodies
resembling North American Red Indians - but
they weren't. I saw others like b-ack Africans,
but they weren't; nor was it the body of a
Japanese that I saw floating in the air.
As Thao had said, Ch-ist's was the only body
here that came, if one can say so, from Earth.
After an indeterminate time in this
extraordinary and fascinating place, my guides
led me outside. A lightly perfumed breeze
carrying the scent of the forest caressed us
and did me much good, for after such a visit,
in spite of it being enormously interesting,
I was feeling quite drained. Thao, of course,
realized as much and said, in a lively voice,
`Are you ready, Michel? We are going home.'
These words, spoken intentionally in French
and with an intonation distinctly `Earthly',
refreshed me at least as much as the evening
breeze.
Taking hold of my Litiolac, I rose in the
air with the others.
We flew over the giant forest that climbed
the rocky mountain slope. At its peak, we
could, again, admire the ocean that stretched
as far as the eye could see. Following a
macabre afternoon, and in contrast to it, I
found this planet even more beautiful. I
remember it occurring to me again, momentarily,
that perhaps this was all a dream or an
illusion, or that, perhaps, my mind was
failing me?
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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