Subject: When Mu Sank. Feb. 20, 20008.
This talks about when the continent of Mu went
beneath the ocean's waves.
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`This is how a statue of me came to be sculpted. It
was finished and ready to be trans****ted on one of the
enormous platforms that serviced the length and breadth
of the country, terminating always in Savanasa. The
Master of the time erected these statues either in the
King's gardens or along the path that led to the
pyramid. Unfortunately, when the statue representing
me, along with several others, was about to be
trans****ted, a cataclysm occurred which destroyed the
continent of Mu.
`However, Holaton was partially spared. When I say
`partially', you must realize that the quarries had
been ten times as extensive as the vestiges that remain
today. The part that wasn't swallowed up in the
cataclysm was the area where my statue stood.
`My stylised image is thus preserved on Easter
Island. When you told me you had dreamed of me in the
form of a statue on Easter Island and I confirmed that
I was, you thought I was being metaphorical, but that
was only half right. You see, Michel, certain dreams,
and yours most definitely, are influenced by lacotina.
This is something for which there is no corresponding
word in any Earth language. It is not necessary for you
to understand the phenomenon, but, under its influence,
it is a true dream.'
Thao ended her account at that point, fla****ng her
familiar smile and adding: ‘If you have difficulty
remembering all that, I will help you in good time.'
With that, she rose, and we all did likewise.
chapter 8
Delving into the psychosphere
We followed Lationusi who led us into another part of
the doko - the relaxation area where one can relax
completely and no external sound can penetrate. Here,
Latoli and two of the ‘elders’ left us. Lationusi,
Thao, Biastra and I remained.
Thao explained that, because my p-ychic powers were
not sufficiently developed and refined, and, in order
to participate in an im****tant and very special
experience, I would be obliged to take a special
elixir. It was a matter of `delving' into the
psychosphere, of the planet Earth at the time of the
disappearance of Mu, that is, 14 500 years ago, she
explained.
My understanding of the term `psychosphere' is as
follows:
Around each planet, since its creation, is a kind of
psychosphere or vibratory cocoon, which turns at a
speed seven times that of light. This cocoon acts as a
blotter, as it were, absorbing (and remembering)( -
Addition of Editor in agreement with the Author) -
absolutely every event occurring on the planet. The
contents of this cocoon are inaccessible to us on Earth
- we have no way of `reading the story'. (the tibetans
call it the akasha - rø-remark)
It is well known that, in the USA, researchers and
technicians are employed to develop a `time machine'
but, up to the present time, their efforts have been
without success. The difficulty exists, according to
Thao, in adapting to the vibrations of the cocoon,
rather than to wavelengths. The human being,
comprising an integral part of the Universe can,
because of his Astral body and if he is correctly
trained, draw what knowledge he seeks from within
the psychosphere. Of
course, great training required for this. (‘great
training’ - many people experience accidental contact
with the psychosphere during dreams. Visions of
heliographs, architecture and Nature are quite
frequent. Great knowledge and practice are required to
control the access to the information from the
psychosphere. Editor's note based on explanations of
the Author) ‘This elixir will allow you access to the
psychosphere, Michel’.
All four of us made ourselves comfortable in a
special bed. I was placed in the center of a triangle
formed by Thao, Biastra and Lationusi.
I was handed a goblet containing a liquid, which I
drank.
(from page 96)
Biastra and Thao then placed their fingers lightly on
my hand and my solar plexus, while Lationusi put his
index finger above my pineal gland.
They told me to relax completely and not be afraid,
regardless of what happened. We would be travelling in
Astral body and I would be under their guidance and so,
quite safe.
That time is engraved on my memory forever. The
longer Thao spoke to me softly and slowly, the less
afraid I was.
I must confess however, that initially, I was very
frightened.
Suddenly, in spite of my closed eyes, I was dazzled
by the colors of the whole spectrum, which danced and
shone. I could see my three companions around me,
radiant with color, but at the same time, translucent.
The village slowly blurred below us.
I had the bizarre impression that four silver cords
attached us to our physical bodies, which were assuming
the pro****tions of mountains.
Suddenly, a flash of blinding white gold crossed my
‘vision’ and for some time afterwards, I neither saw
nor felt anything.
A ball, brilliant like the sun but silver in color,
appeared in space and approached at an incredible
speed. We hurried through, I should say, I hurried
through for, at that moment, I was no longer aware of
the presence of my companions. When I had penetrated
this silvery atmosphere, I could make out no more than
the `fog' that surrounded me. It's impossible to say
what time period was involved but, quite suddenly, the
fog dissipated, revealing a rectangular room, with a
low ceiling, in which two men sat cross-legged on
marvellously colored cu****ons.
The walls of the room were of finely sculptured
stone blocks, scenes of contem****ary civilization,
with clusters of grapes which seemed transparent,
fruits which I couldn't recognize and animals too -
some of which had human heads. There were also
human figures with the heads of animals.
I noticed, then, that my three companions and I
formed a `unit' that was a gaseous mass, and yet we
were able to distinguish each other.
`We are in the main chamber of the Pyramid of
Savanasa,' said Lationusi. It was incredible -
Lationusi had not opened his mouth and yet he spoke
to me in French! The explanation came in a flash:
`it’' true t-lepathy, Michel. Ask no questions, all
will unfold naturally and you will learn what you
must know.'
(Since my duty, in writing this book, is to re****t on
my experiences, I must try to explain as clearly as
possible that, in the state I was in at the time - my
Astral body had passed into the psychosphere - the
words saw, heard and felt, were not appropriate, merely
useful, as sensations occur `spontaneously' in a very
different way from that which we normally experience -
and even from that which we experience when we travel
in Astral body.
Events occur rather as they do in a dream, and
sometimes very slowly, other times with a disconcerting
speed. Afterwards, each thing seemed self-evident and I
learned later, this was because of the state I was in
and because of the close supervision that my mentors
exercised over me.)
Very rapidly, I saw an opening in the ceiling of the
room and, right at the end, a star. I was aware that
the two figures were exchanging `visible' thoughts with
the star. From their pineal glands, streamed threads of
what looked like silvery cigarette smoke that passed
through the opening in the ceiling and went to join the
star in distant space.
The two figures were perfectly immobile and, around
them, floated a soft golden light. I know, thanks to
the constant tutelage of my companions, that these
figures not only couldn't see us, but neither could
they be disturbed by us, since we were spectators in
another dimension. I examined them more attentively.
One of them was an old man with long white hair
falling past his shoulders. On the back of his head, he
wore a skullcap of saffron-colored fabric similar to
that worn by rabbis.
He was dressed in a loose-fitting, yellow-gold tunic,
with long sleeves, which enveloped him totally. In the
position he sat, his feet were not visible but I `knew'
they were bare. His hands met, touching only at the
fingertips and I could clearly see little bluish
flashes around his fingers, bearing testimony to the
immeasurable force of his concentration.
The second figure seemed to be about the same age, in
spite of his ****ny black hair. Apart from the color of
his tunic, which was bright orange, he was dressed in
the same manner as his companion. So completely
motionless were they that they didn't appear to be
breathing.
`They are in communication with other worlds,
Michel,' it was explained to me.
Suddenly, the `scene' vanished, to be immediately
replaced by another.
A palace, in the shape of a pagoda, with roofs
covered in gold, stood before us with its towers, its
****tals, its immense picture windows opening on to
splendid gardens and its enamelled pools in which the
water of fountains gushed and fell, forming rainbows
under the rays of a sun at its zenith. Hundreds of
birds flitted in the branches of trees scattered
throughout immense parks, adding splashes of color to
an already magical setting.
People dressed in tunics of various styles and colors
strolled in groups, beneath the trees or near the
pools. Some sat in meditation beneath floral bowers
specially provided for their comfort and shelter.
The whole scene was dominated by a structure that
loomed in the distance beyond the palace - a gigantic
pyramid.
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When Mu Sank. Part 2. Mar. 21, 2008.
This talks about the odd looking hats that the Easter
Island statues were.
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more of art from Gilbert Williams - as below
I 1knew' that we had just left this pyramid and that
I was now admiring the marvellous palace of Savanasa,
the capital of Mu.
Beyond the palace, in all directions, stretched the
plateau Thao had spoken of. A pathway, at least 40
metres wide, seemed to be made of a single stone block,
led out on to the plateau from the center of the
gardens. It was bordered by two rows of massive shade
trees interspersed with huge, stylised statues. On some
of these statues were hats, red or green, with wide
rims.
We glided along this pathway amidst people on
horseback and others riding strange four-legged animals
with heads resembling dolphins - animals to which I had
never heard any reference made: animals whose existence
took me by surprise.
`These are Akitepayos, Michel, which have long been
extinct,' it was explained to me.
This animal was the size of a very large horse, with
a multi-colored tail, which he sometimes spread like a
fan, similar to the tail of a peacock. Its hindquarters
were much broader than those of a horse; its body was
of a comparable length; its shoulders emerging from the
body like the carapace of a rhinoceros; and its
forelegs were longer than its hindlegs. All of its
body, except for the tail, was covered in long grey
hair. When it galloped, I was reminded of the way our
camels run.
I sensed quite strongly that I was being led
elsewhere by my companions. We quickly passed the
people on their walks - very quickly, and yet I was
able to ‘take in' and note a feature of their language.
It was very pleasant to the ear and seemed to comprise
more vowels than consonants.
Immediately, we were presented with another scene,
similar to a film, when one scene is cut and another
shown. Machines, exactly like the `flying saucers' dear
to the writers of science fiction, were lined up in an
immense field on the edge of the plateau. People were
disembarking and boarding the `flying machines' that
took them to an enormous building, which no doubt
served as an air terminal.
On the landing field, the flying machines emitted a
whistling sound that was quite tolerable to the `ear'.
I was told that our perception of the sound and its
intensity was comparable with that of the people who
were part of the scene before us.
It struck me that I was witnessing the daily life of
people who were remarkably advanced, and who had been
d-ad for thousands of years! I recall taking note also,
of the pathway beneath our `feet' and realizing that it
was not one huge stone block, as it appeared to be,
but, in fact, a series of large flagstones, so
precisely cut and positioned that the joins were barely
visible.
From the edge of the plateau, we had a panoramic view
over an immense city and sea****t, and beyond, the
ocean. Then, instantaneously, we were in a wide street
of the city, bordered by houses of varying sizes and
architectural designs. Most of the houses had terraces
surrounded by flowers, where at times, we glimpsed a
very pretty species of bird. The more modest houses
without terraces had, instead, beautifully made
balconies - also flower-filled. The effect was quite
delightful - like walking in a garden.
In the street, the people either walked or flew,
about 20 centimetres above the road, (standing) on
small (circular) - Comments of the Editor based on the
explanation of the Author.) flying platforms that made
no sound at all. This seemed a very pleasant way to
travel. Yet others rode on horseback.
When, at the end of the street, we found ourselves in
a large town square, I was surprised to see no
boutiques or the like. Instead, there was a covered
market where `stalls' displayed all manner of goods
that the heart, or palate, might desire. There were
fish, among which I recognized tuna, mackerel,
bonitoes and rays; there was meat of many varieties as
well as an incredible assortment of vegetables. Most
predominant however, were the flowers that seemed to
fill the area. It was clear these people delighted in
flowers, which were either worn in the hair or carried
in the hands of everyone. The `shoppers' helped
themselves to what they wanted, giving nothing in
exchange - neither money nor anything which might
substitute. My curiosity drew our group into the heart
of the marketplace, right through the bodies of the
people - an experience that I found most interesting.
All my questions were answered as they occurred to
me: `they use no money as everything belongs to the
community. No one cheats - communal life is perfectly
harmonious. With the passing of time, they have been
taught to obey well-established and well-studied laws
that suit them very well'.
Most of these people were between 160 and 170
centimeters in height, with light brown skin and black
hair and eyes - very similar to our present day
Polynesian r-ce. There were also some w-ite people
among them, larger in size, about two meters tall, with
blond hair and blue eyes and, in greater numbers, some
b-acks. The latter were tall, like the wh-tes, and
appeared to be of several `kinds', including one like
the Tamils and another, strikingly like our Aborigines
in Australia.
We went down towards the ****t where vessels of all
shapes and sizes were moored. The quays were
constructed from gigantic stones which I was `told',
came from the Notora quarry in the south-west of the
continent.
The entire ****t had been artificially made. We were
able to see some very sophisticated pieces of equipment
in operation - ****p-building equipment, loading
equipment machines carrying out repairs...
The vessels in ****t represented, as I have said, a
huge range - from eighteenth and
nineteenth-century-style sailing ****ps to modern style
yachts; from steam boats to ultra modern hydrogen
powered cargo vessels.
The enormous ****ps at anchor in the bay were the
anti-magnetic, anti-gravitational vessels I'd been told
about.
Out of action, they floated on the water: however,
when carrying their several thousand tonne loads, they
travelled, at speeds of 70 to 90 knots, just above the
water - and that, without making any noise.
It was explained to me that the `classic' vessels
represented in the ****t, belonged to people of distant
lands - India, Japan, China - which had been colonized
by Mu, but which did not yet have the capacity to take
advantage of technological advance. In this regard, I
also learned from Lationusi, that the leaders of Mu
kept s-cret much of their scientific knowledge, for
example, n-clear energy, anti-gravitation and
ultra-sounds.
This policy ensured that they maintained their
supremacy on Earth and guaranteed their s-curity.
The scene was ‘cut’ and we found ourselves back on
the landing field, looking at a night view of the city.
It was lit up, quite uniformly, by large globes, as was
The Path of Ra, the road which led to the palace of
Savanasa. Globes positioned in the sculptured
colonnades along the avenue illuminated it, as though
it were day.
It was explained to me that these globes, which were
spherical in shape, converted nu-lear energy into light
and had the capacity to be working thousands of years
into the future without extingui****ng. I confess I
didn’t understand, but I believed it must be so.
Another scene change - and it was daylight. The grand
avenue and the palace gardens had been invaded by
crowds of people brightly dressed and there was an
enormous w-ite ball attached to the top of the pyramid.
Apparently, the King, whom I had seen meditating in the
pyramid, had d-ed just prior to the gathering of the
crowd.
Part 2.
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