Subject: How We Can Correct Our Problems. Part 3.
Mar. 27, 2008.
Here Michael meets an alien from another planet
who is not very pretty.
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I stood up and Arki did likewise. When he was
upright, his hands almost touch the floor. Each had
five fingers, like ours, but it had two thumbs - one in
the same position as ours and the other where our
little fingers are.[8]
We approached each other and he held his arm out to
me, the wrist forward and fist closed. He was smiling
at me, revealing a set of straight, even teeth, just
like ours, but green. I held my hand out in return, not
knowing what else to do, and he addressed me in his own
language - now perfectly comprehensible to me.
(footnote 1 - Spacecraft of the planet X which
travels at a speed slightly below the speed of light.)
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`Michel, I am very pleased to meet you and would have
liked to be welcoming you as a guest on my own planet.'
I thanked him warmly, and filled with such emotion,
began the sentence in French and finished it in
English, which he, likewise, had no difficulty
understanding!
He continued. `At the request of the great Thaora, I
have come to Thiaoouba from planet X, a planet that
resembles yours in many ways. It is twice larger than
Earth, with 15 billion inhabitants but, like Earth and
other planets of the first category, it's a `Planet of
Sorrows'. Our problems are much the same as yours: we
have had two n-clear holocausts during our existence on
our planet and we have experienced dictator****ps,
crime, epidemics, cataclysms, a monetary system and all
that is associated with it, r-ligions, cults and other
things.
`However, eighty of our years ago (our year lasts
four hundred and two 21-hour-days) we initiated a
reform. In fact, the reform was set in motion by a
group of four people from a small village on the shores
of one of our largest oceans. This group, comprising
three men and one woman, preached peace, love and
freedom of expression. They travelled to the capital
city of their country and requested an audience with
the leaders. Their request was denied for the regime
was dictatorial and m-litary. For six days and five
nights, the four slept in front of the palace gates,
eating nothing and drinking little water.
`Their perseverance attracted public attention and by
the sixth day, a crowd of 2000 had gathered in front of
the palace. With feeble voices, the four preached to
the crowd of uniting in love to change the regime -
until guards put an end to their `sermon' by sh-oting
the four and threatening to sh-ot members of the crowd
if they did not disperse. This they quickly did, in
genuine fear of the guards. Nevertheless, a seed had
been sown in the minds of the people. On reflection,
thousands of them came to realize that, without a
peaceful understanding, they were powerless, absolutely
powerless.
`Word was passed around among the people - rich and
poor, employer and employee, worker and foreman, and
one day, six months later, the entire nation came to a
standstill.'
`What do you mean by ‘came to a standstill’?' I
asked.
`The nuclear power stations shut down, trans****t
systems halted, freeways were blocked. Everything
stopped. The farmers didn’t deliver their produce;
radio and television networks ceased transmitting;
communication systems shut down. The police were
helpless in the face of such unity, for, in a matter of
hours, millions of people had joined the `cease work'.
It seemed, for that time, the people had forgotten
their hates, jealousies, differences of opinion as they
united against injustice and tyranny. A police force
and an ar-y comprise human beings and these human
beings had relatives and friends among the crowd.
`It was no longer a question of ki-ling four
subversive individuals.
Hundreds of thousands would have had to be kil-ed
just to `liberate' one power station.
`In the face of the people's determination, the
police, the army and the Dictator were forced to
capitulate. The only deaths to occur during this
incident were the 23 fanatics who comprised the
Tyrant's personal guard - the soldiers were obliged to
sh-ot them in order to reach him.'
`Was he hanged' I asked.
Arki smiled. `Why, no, Michel. The people were
through with violence.
He was de****ted instead, to a place where he could do
no further harm, and, in fact their example inspired
his reform. He found, again, the path of love and
respect for individual liberty. He d-ed, eventually,
repentant for all that he had done. Now, that nation is
the most successful on our planet, but, as on yours,
there are other nations under the domination of violent
tot-litarian regimes and we are doing all in our power
to help them.
`We know that all we do in this life is an
apprentice****p, offering us the possibility of
graduating to a superior existence and even freeing us
forever of our physical bodies. You must know, too,
that the planets are categorised and that it is
possible for entire populations to emigrate to another,
when their planet is in danger, but no-one can do so if
the new planet is not of the same category.
`Being, overpopulated ourselves and, having highly
advanced technology, we have visited your planet with a
view to establish a settlement there - an idea we
decided against since your degree of e-olution would
bring us more harm than good.'
I was not very flattered by this reflection and my
Aura must have indicated as much to Arki. He smiled and
continued. `I'm sorry, Michel, but I am saying my piece
without hypocrisy. We still visit Earth but only as
observers, interested in studying, and learning from
you, your errors.
We never intervene because that is not our role, and
we would never invade your planet, as this would be a
backward step for us. You are not to be envied -
materially, technologically or s-iritually.
`Going back to our Astral bodies, an Astral body
absolutely cannot change to a superior planet until
sufficiently ev-lved. We are speaking, of course, of
spir-tual ev-lution and not technological. This
evolut-on occurs thanks to the physical body. You have
already learned of the nine categories of planets -
ours are at the bottom of the scale and the planets
improve up the scale - up as far as this planet. [9]
We, in our present physical bodies, can be permitted
only nine days' stay here.
According to Universal Law, on the tenth day, our
physical bodies would d-e and neither Thao nor the
great Thaora, within whose power it is to revive the
d-ad, would be able to prevent or reverse the process.
Nature has very inflexible rules with well-established
safeguards.'
`But if I were to di- here, perhaps my Astral body
could stay here and I could be r-incarnated as a baby
on Thiaoouba...?' I was full of hope, forgetting, for
the moment, the family I loved back on Earth.
`You don't understand, Michel. Universal Law would
require that you be re-ncarnated on Earth, if you had
not yet finished your time there. But it is possible
that when you do -ie on Earth - when your moment has
come - your Astral body will rei-carnate in a body on
another, more advanced planet... a second or perhaps
third category planet, or even this one, depending on
your present degree of development.'
`It's possible then, to skip all categories and find
ourselves rein-arnated on a ninth category planet?' I
asked, still full of hope, for, most decidedly, I
regarded Thiaoouba as a veritable paradise.
`Michel, can you take some iron ore and some carbon,
heat them to the right temperature, and produce pure
steel? No. First you must skim the rubbish from the
iron; then it goes back to the pot to be processed
again and again and again... for as long as it takes to
produce first-class steel. The same applies to us; we
must be `reprocessed' over and over until we emerge
perfect, for eventually we will rejoin The S-irit who,
being perfect himself, cannot accept the slightest
imperfection.'
`That seems so complicated!'
`The Sp-rit, who has created everything, wanted it
this way and I'm sure that, for him, it's very simple;
but for a poor human brain, I admit, it is at times
difficult to comprehend. And it gets more difficult,
the closer we try to get to the Source. For this
reason, we have tried, and in several places with
success, to abolish re-igions and sects. They
apparently want to group people together and help them
to w-r****p G-d or go-s and to understand [-od 1 -
Editors comment.) better; and yet they make it all much
more complicated and quite incomprehensible by
introducing rituals and laws invented by priests who
look to their own personal interests rather than
following nature and Universal Law. I see by your Aura
that you already realize certain of these things.'
I smiled, for it was true, and asked, `On your
planet, can you see Auras, and read them?'
`A few of us have learned to, myself included, but in
this domain we are little more advanced than you.
However, we study the subject enormously because we
know this is what's necessary for our evol-tion.'
He stopped there, quite suddenly, and I realized it
was a t-lepathic order coming from the great personage
that made him do so.
`I must go now, Michel and I will be completely happy
to do so if in having spoken to you, I have been able
to assist you and your fellow creatures - on Earth and
across the Universe.'
He held his hand out to me and I did likewise. In
spite of his ugliness, I would have liked to k-ss him
and hold him in my arms. I wish I had...
I later learned that he had been k-lled, along with
five others, when his spacecraft exploded just an hour
after leaving Thiaoouba. I hoped that life would
continue for him on a more hospitable planet... but
perhaps he would return to his own in order to help his
people - who knows? I had met, across the Universe, a
brother who, like me, existed on a Planet of Sorrows -
studying, at the same school, how one day, to gain
eternal happiness.
When Arki had left the room with his mentor, I sat
down again near Thao. The Thaora who had given me the
gift of understanding all languages, addressed me
again.
Part 3.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
How We Can Correct Our Problems. Part 4 of 4.
Mar. 28, 2008.
Here Michel is shown some of his past lives.
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`Michel, as Thao has already told you, you were
chosen by us to come on this visit to Thiaoouba, but
the essential motive for our choice has not been
revealed. It is not only because you have a mind
already awakend and open, but also - and principally -
because you are one of the rare soukous inhabiting
Earth at the present time. A `soukou' is an Astral body
that has lived eighty-one lives in human physical
bodies, and has lived those lives [10] on different
planets or different categories. For various reasons,
the `soukous' return to live on inferior planets, like
Earth, when they could just as well continue to `climb
the ladder' without ever going backwards. You know that
the number nine is the number of the Universe. You are
here in the City of Nine Dokos, founded on Universal
Law. Your Astral body has nine times nine lives, which
brings you to the end of one of the great cycles.'
Once again, I was completely flabbergasted. I
suspected I wasn’t living my first life, especially
after my journey to Mu - but eighty-one lives! I didn't
know one lived so many...
`It's possible to live many more, Michel,' said the
Thaora, interrupting my thoughts. `Thao is up to her
216th, but other entities live far fewer. As I said,
you have been chosen from among very few `soukous'
living on Earth, but, in order that you acquire a
thorough understanding during the trip to our planet,
we have planned another journey in time for you. So
that you will better understand what rei-carnation is,
and what its purpose is, we will permit you to revisit
your previous existences. This journey in time will be
useful to you when writing your book as you will fully
comprehend its purpose.'
He had barely finished speaking, when Thao took me by
the shoulder and spun me around. She led me towards the
relaxation chamber - a feature, it seemed, of each and
every doko. The three Thaori followed us, still by
l-vitation.
Thao indicated that I should lie down on a large
piece of fabric that was just like an air cu****on. The
`chief' Thaora positioned himself behind my head, the
other two each holding one of my hands. Thao cupped her
hands above my solar plexus.
The leader then placed the index fingers of both
hands over my pineal gland, t-lepathically ordering me
to stare at his fingers.
Seconds later, I had the impression of sliding
backwards at incredible speed, through a dark, endless
tunnel. Then, abruptly, I emerged from the tunnel into
what seemed to be a gallery of a coal mine. Several
men, wearing small lamps on their foreheads were
pu****ng carts; others, a little further away, were
attacking the coals with picks or shovelling it into
carts. I moved towards the end of the gallery where I
was able to examine one of the miners closely. I seemed
to know him. A voice that came from within me said,
`It's one of your physical bodies, Michel.' The man was
quite tall and well built. He was covered in sweat and
coal dust and labored as he shovelled coal into a cart.
The scene changed abruptly, just as it had when I was
in the psychosphere on Mu. I learned that he was called
Siegfried, when one of the other miners at the entrance
to the mine shaft called his name in German, which I
understood perfectly - and I do not speak or understand
that language. The other miner asked Siegfried to
follow him. He headed towards an old shed, somewhat
larger than all the others in this apparent main street
of the village. I followed them both inside, where oil
lamps were burning and men sat at tables.
Siegfried joined a group of them. They shouted
something at a brute wearing a dirty apron and, shortly
afterwards, he brought them a bottle and some pewter
goblets.
Another scene was superimposed on this one. It seemed
that it was several hours later. The shed was the same,
but now, Siegfried was staggering out, visibly drunk.
He headed towards a row of smaller sheds, all of which
had chimneys from which blackish smoke curled.
Brusquely, he opened the door of one of them and
entered, with me hot on his heels.
Eight children, progressing in ages from one year
upwards, each twelve months apart, sat at a table
plunging their spoons into bowls full of unappetising
looking gruel. They all lifted their heads at the
sudden appearance of their father, watching him with
fearful eyes. A woman, medium in size but strong
looking, with hair of a dirty blonde color, addressed
him aggressively: `Where have you been and where is the
money?
You know very well that the children haven't had
beans in a fortnight, and, yet again, you're drunk!'
She rose and approached Siegfried. As she raised her
hand to slap his face, he grabbed her arm and, with his
left fist, punched her so hard that she was sent flying
backwards.
She fell to the floor, hitting the back of her neck
on the chimney hearth as she did so, and was k-lled
instantly.
The children were crying and screaming. Siegfried
leaned over his wife whose wide open eyes stared
lifelessly into his.
`Freda, Freda, come on, get up,' he cried, his voice
filled with anguish. He took her in his arms to help
her, but she couldn't stand.
Suddenly, as she continued to stare fixedly, he
realized she was d-ad.
Sobered now, he rushed towards the door and fled into
the night, running on and on, as if he had lost his
mind.
Again the scene changed and Siegfried appeared,
firmly bound between two guards, one of whom was
putting a hood over Siegfried’s head. The executioner
also wore one with holes cut in it for his eyes. He was
a huge man and held within his enormous hand the handle
of a wide blade axe. The guard made Siegfried kneel,
bending forward so that his head rested on the
execution block. Now the executioner came forward and
assumed his position. A priest hastily recited prayers
as the executioner slowly raised his axe over his head.
Quite suddenly, he let it fall on the neck of
Siegfried. The victim's head rolled across the ground,
causing the crowd to recoil several steps.
I had just witnessed the violent de-th of one of my
many physical bodies...
The sensation was so strange. Until the moment of his
de-th, I had been filled with a great fondness for this
man, and although he had done wrong, I felt great pity
for him. At the moment of his dea-h, however, as his
head rolled across the ground amid the murmurs of the
crowd, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief - on his
account as well as my own.
Immediately, I was presented with another scene.
Before me was a lake, its ****ning blue waters
reflecting the rays of two suns which hung quite low on
the horizon.
A small boat, richly yet delicately decorated with
sculptures and paintings, proceeded across the lake. It
was guided by men, of medium size and reddish
complexion, using long poles which they plunged into
the water. Beneath a type of canopy and seated on an
ornately decorated throne, was a lovely young woman
with golden skin. Her oval shaped face was lit up by
pretty almond eyes and long blonde hair that fell to
her waist.
She was relaxed and smiling as the young company,
which hovered around her, entertained her
light-heartedly. I knew instantly that this pretty
creature was myself in another life.
The boat proceeded steadily towards a landing pier,
from which led a wide pathway bordered by tiny
flowering shrubs. This path disappeared among trees
that surrounded what appeared to be a palace, with
roofs at various levels and of various colors.
With a change of scene, I was trans****ted inside the
palace to find myself in a lavishly decorated room.
One wall opened up on to a garden - a very orderly
miniature garden of astoni****ng variety and color.
Servants with reddish skin, dressed in bright green
loincloths, busied themselves with serving one hundred
or so guests. These `guests' were of both s-xes and all
richly dressed. They had the same type of light golden
skin color as the woman on the boat. In contrast to the
complexions of the servants, these people had skins of
the color that blonde women on Earth can attain after
numerous sun-tanning sessions.
The pretty young woman from the boat, sat, in what
appeared to be the place of honor, in a high-backed
seat. Music, soft and enchanting, could be heard and
seemed to emanate from the far end of the room as well
as from the garden.
One of the servants opened a large door to admit a
tall young man - perhaps 190 centimeters in height and
of similar golden complexion. His bearing was proud and
his build athletic.
Copper blond hair framed a face of regular features.
He advanced with a purposeful stride towards the young
woman and bowed before her. Whispering something to
him, she gestured to the servants who brought forward
an armchair similar to her own and placed it beside
hers. The young man sat down and the woman gave him her
hand, which he held in his.
Suddenly, on a signal from her, a gong sounded
several times, and silence fell. The guests turned
towards the couple. In a voice loud and clear, directed
towards the servants as well as the guests, the young
woman spoke: `to all of you gathered here, I want you
to know that I have chosen a companion. This is he,
Xinolini, and he will have, from this moment and
according to my agreement, all the royal rights and
privileges, after me. Indeed, he will be the second
power in the kingdom, after myself, the Queen and the
head. Any subject disobeying him or doing wrong by him
in any way will answer to me. The first child that I
bear Xinolini, whether male or female, will be my
successor. I, Labinola, Queen of the land, have decided
this.'
Part 4 of 4.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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