Subject: Egg Shaped Space Homes. Part 3. Mar. 12, 2008.
This talks about the aura.
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`What are you telling me now?'
`The simple truth, Michel, but we will explain all
that to you in good time. For now, we will try on these
clothes I've brought for you.'
Thao handed me a richly-colored robe which quite
delighted me and, after a warm and perfumed bath, I
dressed in the garment. A feeling of euphoria, which
was totally unexpected, overwhelmed me. I mentioned it
to Thao, who was waiting with a glass of milk and a
little manna for me.
(page 70 in book)
`The colors of your robe were chosen according to
those of your Aura; that's why you feel so good. If
people on Earth were able to see Auras, they too could
choose colors, which suit them and thereby enhance
their feeling of well-being. They’d make use of color
rather than aspirin.'
`What do you mean, exactly?'
`I'll give you an example. Do you ever remember
saying of someone: ‘oh, those clothes don’t suit you at
all. He, or she, has no taste'?
`Yes, quite often, in fact.'
`Well, in such cases, those people have simply chosen
their clothes less skilfully than others, or mixed them
less successfully. As you say in French, they jurent or
`clash', but more in the eyes of others than in their
own. However, such people will not feel good in
themselves, without realizing why. If you were to
suggest it was because of the colors they were wearing,
they would think you odd. You could explain that the
vibrations of the colors were in discord with those of
their Auras, but they would be no more inclined to
believe you. On your planet, people only believe in
what they see or touch... and yet the Aura can be
seen...'
`The Aura is actually colored?'
`Of course. The Aura vibrates constantly with colors
that vary. At the top of your head is a veritable
bouquet of colors, where almost all the colors you know
are represented.
`Around the head too, is a golden halo, but it is
only really obvious in the most highly s-iritual people
and in those who have sacrificed themselves in order to
help someone else.
The halo resembles a golden mist, much like painters
on Earth depict the haloes of ‘s-ints’ and of C-rist.
The haloes were included in their paintings because, in
those times, some of the artists actually saw them.'
also planets have their particulary aura - as all
living beings have (picture not from book)
`Yes, I have heard mention of that, but I love to
hear it from you.'
`The colors are all there in the Aura: some ****ne
more strongly, others are dull. People in poor health,
for example, or people with bad intentions...'
`I would like so much to see the Aura. I know there
are people who can see it...'
`Many people on Earth could see it and read it a very
long time ago, but there are
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few now. Calm yourself, Michel. You will see it, and
not only one but several. Including your own. Now,
though, I'll ask you to follow me, because we have so
much to show you and little time available.'
I followed Thao, who placed my mask on my face and
led the way to the flying platform we had used the day
before.
We took our places and immediately Thao began
manoeuvring the machine so that it dodged below the
branches of trees.
In a matter of moments, we had emerged on the beach.
The sun had just risen behind the island and lit up the
ocean and surrounding islands. From water level - the
effect was magical. As we proceeded along the beach, I
could see other dokos through the foliage, nestled
among flowering bushes. On the beach, the inhabitants
of these dwellings bathed in transparent waters or
strolled together on the sand.
Apparently surprised to see our flying platform, they
followed our progress as we passed. It occurred to me
that this was not the usual means of trans****t on the
island.
I should mention too, although swimmers and
sunbathers are always completely n-ked on Thiaoouba,
those who stroll or move any significant distance,
always dress to do so. On this planet, there is neither
hypocrisy, exhibitionism nor false modesty (this will
be explained later).
AGAIN a made artimage showing the difference in size
of the body of this "former benefactor-g-ds" in
comparison to earthman. Here on the beaches on that
"paradiseplanet". It was not long before we reached the
end of the island and, accelerating, Thao guided the
vehicle at water level.
We headed in the direction of a large island, which
could be seen on the horizon. I could not help but
admire the dexterity with which Thao piloted the flying
machine, especially when we arrived at the shore of the
island.
Approaching the coast, I could recognize enormous
dokos, their points as usual towards the sky, I counted
a group of nine, but the island was sprinkled with
others, smaller and less visible amongst the
vegetation.
Thao took us higher and we were soon flying over what
Thao called Kotra quo doj Doko - `The City of the nine
Dokos'.
Skilfully, Thao brought us down between the dokos
(houses), to a beautiful park located in their midst.
In spite of my mask, I was aware that the golden mist
that enveloped Thiaoouba was much denser around these
dokos than elsewhere.
Thao confirmed I was not mistaken in my perception,
but she was not then able to explain the phenomenon, as
they were waiting for us.
She led me beneath an archway of greenery and along
a path, which ran beside small ponds. Here wonderful
water birds frolicked and little waterfalls murmured.
I found myself almost running to keep up with Thao,
but didn't like to ask her to slow down. She appeared
preoccupied in a way that was not typical of her. At
one point, there was almost a catastrophe when I tried
to jump, as much to amuse myself as to catch up with
Thao. Due to the difference in gravity, I misjudged my
leap and had to catch hold of a tree, which grew right
on the water's edge, to prevent myself from falling in.
Eventually, we reached the Central Doko and stopped
below the entrance light. Thao seemed to concentrate
for several seconds, then she took me by the shoulder
and we passed through the wall.
She immediately removed my mask, advising at the same
time, that I half-closed my eyes, which I did. Light
filtered through my lower lids and after a time, I was
able to open my eyes normally.
I must say, that this brightness, more golden that in
my own doko, was considerably uncomfortable at first. I
was most curious now, especially since Thao, who was
usually very free and without protocol in her relations
with everyone, seemed to have abruptly changed in her
manner.
Why?
This doko must have been 100 meters in diameter. We
headed directly, although more slowly, for the center,
where seven seats, each occupied, were arranged in a
semi-circle. The occupants sat as though petrified and,
at first, I thought them to be statues.
In looks they resembled Thao, although their hair was
longer and their facial expressions more serious,
giving them the air of being older. Their eyes seemed
to be illuminated from within, which was somewhat
disturbing.
What struck me most of all, was the golden haze, even
stronger here than outside, which seemed to
concentrate in haloes around their heads.
Since the age of fifteen, I don’t recall ever having
been in awe of another person. No matter how grand a
personage: no matter how im****tant he or she was, (or
thought they were) I have not felt intimidated by
position: neither have I had qualms about expressing my
opinion to anyone.
To me, the p-esident of a nation is still just a
person and it amuses me that people regard themselves
as VIPs. I mention this to make it clear I am not
impressed by mere status.
In the doko, all that changed.
When one of them raised a hand to indicate Thao and I
should each take a seat facing them, I was indeed
awestruck, and the word is feeble. I could not have
imagined it possible that such radiant beings could
exist: it was as though they were on fire inside and
emitting rays from within.
They sat on block-like seats, fabric-covered, with
straight backs. Each seat was of a different colour -
some only slightly different and others vastly
different from their neighbors. Their clothes too,
differed in color, suiting each wearer perfectly. All
of them sat in what we call on Earth, the ‘lotus
position’ that is, the sitting position of Buddha, with
hands resting on knees.
As previously mentioned, they formed a semi-circle
and, since there were seven of them, I reasoned that
the central figure had to be the principal one, with
three acolytes on either side. Of course, at the time,
I was too overcome to note such details. It only
occurred to me later.
It was the central figure who addressed me, in a
voice so melodious and, at the same time, so
authoritarian. I was stunned by it, particularly since
he spoke in perfect French.
`You are welcome among us, Michel. May The S-irit
assist and enlighten you.’ The others echoed: ‘May The
Sp-rit enlighten you.'
He began to rise gently above his seat still in the
lotus position, and floated towards me. This did not
entirely surprise me since Thao had previously
demonstrated this technique of l-vitation. I wanted to
rise before this undoubtedly great and highly spi-itual
personage, as a measure of the infinite respect
inspired in me. In trying to move, I found I couldn’t -
as though paralysed in my seat.
He stopped just above and in front of me, placing
both his hands on my head; the thumbs joined on my
forehead above my nose, opposite the pineal gland, and
the fingers joined at the top of my head. It was Thao
who described these details to me later, for at the
time, I was overwhelmed by such a sensation, that the
details didn’t register.
During the time his hands were on my head, it seemed
that my body no longer existed. A gentle warmth and
delicate perfume originated within me, emanating in
waves and blending with soft music that was barely
audible.
Suddenly, I could see amazing colors surrounding the
figures opposite me and, as the ‘leader’ returned
slowly towards his seat, I could see a multitude of
radiant colors around him; ones I had been unable to
perceive before. The principal color was a mass of pale
pink which enveloped the seven figures, as though in a
cloud, and their movements caused that wonderful,
glowing pink to encircle us also!
When I had sufficiently recovered my senses to turn
towards Thao, she too, was surrounded with wonderful
colors, although less brilliant than those around the
seven figures.
Part 3.
John Winston. johfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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