Subject: The Astral Body And The Higher Self. Part 2.
April 11, 2008.
This talks about his return journey to Earth.
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`Now, those people who, through very advanced and
special exercises, are able to detach their astral
bodies from their physical bodies, will be able to
see a light, silvery-blue thread, such as you saw
yourself, linking their physical and astral bodies.
Their Astral bodies, likewise, are visible during
the time that the separation lasts. It is these same
electrons which form your Astral body and which
create the visible effect of the thread.
`I see that you follow what I am saying and that
you have grasped my point. Let me finish by
explaining the dangers of noise. Noise directly
attacks the electrons of your Astral body creating
parasites, to use a radio and television term. If
you are watching a television screen and notice
several white spots, this is an indication that
a small `parasite' is at work. Similarly, if
someone is operating an electric tool next door
to your house, such large parasites will be
produced on your screen that the image will
distort completely.
`The same thing occurs with the Astral body,
but unfortunately you won't be aware of it in
the same way that you are with a television
screen; and, it's much worse, since noise
damages your electrons. And yet people say: `Oh,
we get used to it.' Your brain `tenses', so
to speak and your psyche initiates self-defence
mechanisms, but not so the Astral body; a
parasite invades its electrons - which, of
course, has disastrous repercussions for your
Higher Self.
`The sounds that reach your ears are clearly
very im****tant. A particular piece of music can
elevate you to a state of euphoria, while
another piece, although very pretty, will
have no effect on you or, perhaps, irritate
you. Try an experiment: take a piece of soft
violin, piano or flute music that you like
and play it as loudly as you can. The suffering
of your eardrums will not be as great as the
discomfort you'll feel within. Most of your
fellow human beings on Earth consider noise
pollution to be of negligible concern, but the
noise of the exhaust pipe of a motor bike is
three to four times worse than the noxious
fumes that it discharges. While the fumes
affect your throat and your lungs, the noise
affects your Astral body.
`However, no one has ever been able to take
a photograph of your Astral body and, so, people
don't concern themselves with it!
`Since your fellow earthlings like proof, let
them consider this: there are people on Earth
who are sincere and who claim to have seen
ghosts - I don't refer to charlatans.
`What they have seen is actually the nineteen
per cent of electrons that don't comprise the
Astral body. These electrons detach themselves
from the physical body three days after its
d-ath. Indeed, as a result of certain effects
of static electricity, these electrons can be
seen having the same form as the physical body.
Sometimes, before being re-utilised by Nature,
they are `vacant', but they, too, have memories and
return to ‘haunt’ places they knew - places they
loved or hated.'
`Or hated?'
`Yes, but you'd need to write not one, but two
books, if we were to concern ourselves with this
subject.'
`Can you see into my future? Surely you can, since
you are able to do things which are much more
difficult.'
`You are correct. We have `pre-viewed' your whole
life - right up to the de-th of your present physical
body.'
`When will I d-e?'
`You know very well that I won't tell you, so why do
you ask? It is very bad to know the future and those
who have their fortunes told commit a double error.
First, the fortune teller might be a charlatan, and
second, it is contrary to Nature to know what the
future holds, for otherwise, the knowledge would not
be effaced in the `river of oblivion'.'
`Many people believe in the influence of the stars,
and follow the signs of the Zodiac. What do you think
of that?'
To this, Thao didn't reply but she smiled...
The entire return journey was like the first trip
had been. We made no stops, but I was able, again, to
admire the suns, the comets, the planets and the
colo-rs.
When I asked Thao if I would be taken back by way of
the parallel Universe again, she replied in the
affirmative. I wondered why and she explained that it
was the best way since it meant that they didn't have
to contend with the reactions of witnesses.
I was re-deposited in my garden exactly nine days
after leaving it and, once again, in the middle of the
night.
Postscript
( - In this book, the Author was not allowed to express
his own opinion. He wrote this postscript specifically
to express himself. (Explanation of Editor in contact
with the Author)
I am adding this postscript to my manuscript having
completed my writing three years ago. During those
three years, I tried unsuccessfully to have it
published, until I met A-afura Publi****ng, who had the
courage to publish such an extraordinary, unique story.
It was a difficult time for me, as contrary to my
expectations, Thao didn't leave me any signs. I didn't
have any contact, either t-lepathic or physical, apart
from a strange apparition one day in Cairns, which was
no doubt intended to prove that I was still being
watched over, but there was no message. I now realize
that the delay with the publisher was premeditated.
Therefore, through a natural chain of events, Thao then
took only two months to bring my book to the attention
of the most suitable publisher.
They - Thao and her people - intended it to be that
way, because three years ago the world wasn't ready to
receive the message, whereas now, it is. That may seem
strange at first, but not to me. Knowing them as I do,
I know that they are capable of timing events down to
the very second, if they think that they'll have the
best impact a few seconds later.
During those three years, I allowed a few friends and
acquaintances to read the manuscript and that is when
I fully understood why they wanted me to write this
book and why they `physically' trans****ted me to their
planet. I insist on the word `physically' because the
most frequent response is, `you must have been
dreaming, you must have had a series of dreams'.
Whatever their reaction, everybody who has read the
manuscript, has been fascinated by its contents. There
are three types of readers:
page 168 in book:
The first, who form the majority, have said they
still don't believe I went to another planet, but have
admitted they were moved by the book. In any case, they
have said, it doesn't really matter whether or not it
happened, what matters is the powerful underlying
message.
The second, is the former s-eptic who, having read
the book three times in a row, is convinced that my
story is factual, and this reader is right.
The third, is already more evolved from the outset,
and knows from the outset that this is a true story.
I am, however, compelled to give the reader a word of
advice. This book must be read and reread at least
three times. Of the fifteen or so people who have read
it, each has had something pertinent to say and has
questioned me at length about it. A friend of mine is a
psychology professor at a French university.
Apparently, she has already read it three times, and
keeps it on her bedside table. I can relate to that!
Nonetheless, I've had one reaction (fortunately only
the one) from a friend, which upset me. He asked me,
for example, whether the spacecraft was assembled with
bolts or rivets and whether there were telegraph
poles on Thiaoouba. I strongly recommended that he
reread the manuscript.
Another of his `remarks' was that the book should
contain more battles between spacecraft or planets,
with missiles and d-adly weapons. `That's what people
really like', he said. I had to remind him that this
was not a science-fiction novel. In this case I don't
think my friend is really capable of understanding this
book, so he would be better off reading something else:
he isn't ready for it yet, but unfortunately, he isn't
alone. If you, the reader, were expecting to be aroused
by space battles, b-ood, s-x and violence, planets
exploding and spitting out m-nsters, I'm sorry, you
have wasted your time and money: you should have bought
a science-fiction novel instead. You were warned in the
preface. I urge you, now that you know this is not a
science-fiction story, to reread it in a different
frame of mind, that is, objectively and positively, in
which case you won't have wasted your time. On the
contrary, for the money you have spent, you will
receive the greatest reward of your life - a s-iritual
rather than material reward - isn't that the most
im****tant kind?
From the people who have already read my manuscript,
I have had a variety of feedback concerning r-ligion,
and in particular Ch-istianity. I feel obliged to
respond on that issue. If you are re-igious, and in
particular Chr-stian, and have been shocked by the
`B-blical rectifications', especially in the passage on
the true identity of C-rist who d-ed on the cross, I am
sorry; however I must stress that this book was not
written with the intention of criticising any rel-gion
whatsoever, and that these are not my personal
observations, but rather, the words of the M-ster of
the Thaori, with the details `dictated' to me by Thao.
page 170 on Postscript
They recommended that I record precisely those things
that were explained to me, and that I change nothing. I
have followed their instructions.
Part 2.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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