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John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
How To Fly. April 7, 2008.
Here is explained how to use a device to fly.
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Extraordinary journey meeting extraordinary
`people'
`When Thao finished speaking, I could clearly
see that her Aura had become dull. Outside, the
rain had stopped; the sun shone on huge white
clouds, tinting them blue and pink. The trees,
whose branches swayed in a gentle breeze, looked
refreshed and a thousand rainbows danced in the
droplets of water, which clung to their leaves.
The sweet songs of birds, welcoming the sun's
return, blended with the soft musical sound of the
insects and the light. That moment was the most
magical I had yet encountered. Neither of us felt
like talking and we allowed our s-uls to drink
their fill of the beauty around us.
It was the sound of laughter and happy voices
that roused us from our peaceful state. Turning
around, we saw Biastra, Latoli and Lationusi
approaching, each flying with their own Tara.
They landed just in front of the dokos and
entered without fuss, large smiles illuminating
their faces. We stood up to welcome them and
greetings were exchanged in the language of
Thiaoouba. I was still able to understand all
that was said although I was unable to speak
the language.
This didn't seem to matter though, since I
had little to say, and, in any case, if I spoke
French, those who couldn't understand my words,
understood my message t-lepathically.
Once refreshed with drinks of hydromel,
everyone was ready to leave again. I put my mask
on and followed them all outside, where Latoli
aproached me and attached a Tara around my waist.
Then, in my right hand, she placed a Litiolac.
I was quite excited at the thought that I was
going to be able to fly like a bird. Since the
first day I had landed on this planet and seen
people fly by this means, I had dreamt of doing
the same, but, so much was happening so quickly
that, I must say, I didn't expect the op****tunity
to arise.
`Latoli,' I asked, `why is it that you use a
Tara and Litiolac to fly, when almost all of you
are able to l-vitate?'
`Levitation requires great concentration and
quite an expenditure of energy, Michel, even for
us, and it only allows us to travel at seven
kilometers per hour. Le-itation is used during
certain p-ychic exercises, but it is a poor means
of trans****t. These apparatus are based on the same
principle as lev-tation in so far as they
neutralise what we might call `the cold magnetic
force' of the planet. It's the same force that
you call `gravity' and which holds all bodies
on the ground.
`Man, like a piece of rock, is made of matter,
but, by neutralising the cold magnetic force by
raising certain high frequency vibrations, we
become `weightless'. Then, in order to move and
direct our movement, we introduce vibrations of
a different frequency. As you can see, the
apparatus that accomplishes this is for us quite
simple. This same principle was used by the
builders of the pyramids of Mu, Atlantis and
Egypt. Thao has already spoken to you of it, but
now you will experience for yourself the effect
of anti-gravitation.'
`What speed can be attained with these
apparatus?'
`With this particular one, you can travel at
around 300 kilometers per hour and at whatever
altitude you choose, but it's time to get going -
the others are waiting.'
`Do you think I'll be able to use it properly?'
`Of course. I will teach you how, and you must
pay careful attention when you start. You could
have a serious accident if you don't follow my
instructions to the letter.'
Everyone was watching me, however it was
Lationusi who seemed most amused by my anxiety. I
held my Litiolac firmly in my hand, it's safety
strap attached to my forearm. This meant that if
I let go of the Litiolac, it would remain with me.
My throat was dry. I must say, I was not
feeling very confident, but Latoli came over to
me and put an arm around my waist, assuring me
that she would not let go before I had familiarised
myself with the apparatus.
She also explained I didn't need to concern
myself with the Tara attached to my waist, but
that the Litiolac was to be held firmly. First,
one had to pull quite firmly on a large button,
which rendered the apparatus useable - a little
like turning the ignition key in a car. A tiny
light appeared indicating readiness. The Litiolac
was rather like a pear in shape. It was held
with the base downwards, and its top ended in a
mushroom-shaped `hat', no doubt meant to prevent
fingers from slipping.
The `pear' was grasped around its `collar'.
Latoli explained that this Litiolac had been
specially made for me, since my hands were about
half the size of theirs and I wouldn't have been
able to use a standard model. Besides, it is
im****tant that the size of the `pear' be exactly
suited to the hand that holds it. It was slightly
soft, as though made of rubber, and filled with
water.
Instructions received, I gripped the Litiolac
so strongly that Latoli had just enough time to
grab hold of me before we rose into the air.
We had made a leap of three good meters. The
others were around us, stationary in the air at
a height of about two metres from the ground and
they all burst into laughter at Latoli’s surprise.
`Careful', Thao said to her, `Michel is a man
of action. If you put an apparatus in his hand,
he will use it immediately!'
`If you press the Litiolac as you just did,
with a general, even pressure, you will rise
vertically. If the pressure is slightly greater
with your fingers, you will go left; with your
thumb, you will go right.
If you want to go down, either release the
pressure or, to descend more quickly, you can
press on the base with your left hand.'
As she spoke, Latoli had me practise the
movements and we had climbed to an altitude of
about fifty meters when we heard Thao's voice.
`Well done, Michel. You should let him do it
alone now, Latoli. He has the idea.'
I would have liked her to keep her thoughts
to herself. I didn't share her opinion at all
and I felt much more confident under the
protective `wing' of Latoli - and I mean no
play on words! She did release me, however,
but remained close by and at the same height.
Gently, I released my grip on the Litiolac
and ceased climbing.
Releasing the pressure further, I began to
descend; reassured, I pressed evenly around
the `collar' and shot upwards like an arrow
- so far, that my fingers froze and I
continued to rise.
`Relax your hand, Michel. Relax your hand,'
shouted Latoli who, in the wink of an eye,
had joined me.
Oh! I stopped - or almost, at approximately
200 meters' altitude, over the ocean, for I
had inadvertently pressed more strongly on my
`frozen' thumb. The others joined us at our
200 meter high rendezvous. I must have been
wearing a strange expression on my face, for
even Lationusi burst into laughter, and that
was the first time I had seen him do that.
`Gently, Michel. This apparatus is very
sensitive to touch. I think we can go on our
way now. We'll show you the way.'
They moved off slowly, Latoli remaining by
my side. We maintained the same altitude. By
pressing with the palm of my hand, I advanced
smoothly and soon noticed that I was able to
accelerate at will, merely by regulating this
pressure on the Litiolac. Finger pressure
regulated height and direction.
I still made some unexpected swerves,
especially when my attention was distracted by
three imposing characters who crossed our
path. In passing, they threw me a glance,
obviously quite astonished at the sight of me.
After a time I judged to be about half an
hour, I began to master the machine - at
least enough to fly successfully over the
ocean. With no obstacles to negotiate, we
gradually picked up speed and I was even able
to fly in formation beside my companions
without straying too often.
It was so exhilarating - I could never have
imagined such a sensation.
Because the equipment created a kind of force
field around me, making me weightless, there
was no sensation of being suspended, as there
is in a balloon; nor was there the sensation of
being carried by wings. Further, being
completely surrounded by the force field, I
couldn't even feel wind whipping at my face. I
had the impression of being an integral part
of the environment, and the more I exercised
control over the apparatus, the more pleasure
I gained from this new means of locomotion. I
wanted to test my control and, so, descended
slightly, only to climb again. This I did several
times, choosing to gain or lose altitude on
the others. Finally, I moved nearer to Thao
and t-lepathically communicated my euphoria,
letting her in on my intention of skimming the
ocean that stretched, below us, as far as
the eye could see.
She agreed and the whole group followed me
at water level.
It was absolutely fantastic to be able to
skim over the crests of the waves at a speed
of approximately 100 kilometeres per hour, as
if we were all powerful g-ds, conquerors of
gravity. From time to time, silvery flashes
indicated that we were flying over schools
of fish.
In my excitement, I was not aware of time,
but it seemed that the voyage lasted three
karses.
No matter which way I turned my head, I
saw only the line of the horizon. Then,
suddenly, Thao telepathised: `Look over
there, Michel.' Far away, on the surface of
the water, I was able to make out a speck
that grew rapidly to reveal itself as a
mountainous island of reasonable size.
We could soon make out enormous rocks,
bluish-black in color, which plunged sharply
into the blue-green waters of the ocean. By
increasing altitude, we gained a bird's-eye
view of the whole island. There was no beach
to be seen, the enormous black rocks
prohibiting access from the ocean. The
waves cra****ng into the base of their
imposing m*****, were iridescent under the
sun's rays, reflecting ****mmering colors
which contrasted with the uniform black of
the basalt.
Half-way up the slopes which faced inland,
grew forests of gigantic trees, their foliage
strangely dark-blue and gold; their trunks
blood-red.
These trees covered steep inclines right
to the edge of an emerald-green lake. In
places, the surface of the lake was obscured
by wisps of golden mist.
In the middle of the lake, as though
floating on the water, we could make out an
enormous doko, its point upwards. I later
learned its diameter was about 560 meters.
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
How To Fly. Part 2. April 8, 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,
****ning 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 astoni****ng, 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 s****, 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 sup****t 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
sup****t.
Editor's note)
Fortunately, my hosts had anticipated my
reactions and sup****ted 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,
wor****ped 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 do***ent 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 im****tant 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]
How To Fly. Part 3. April 9, 2008.
This talks about the plankton is the ocean causing
the water to turn another color.
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As usual though, Thao was on guard and intervened
with a sharp order that resounded t-lepathically in my
head like the crack of a whip, dispelling my vague
doubts: ‘If you don’t press your Litiolac, Michel, you
will end up taking a bath and, if we don’t hurry, night
will overtake us.
That might be a little inconvenient for you, don’t
you think?'
Indeed, lost in my thoughts, I had descended and
almost touched the waves. I pressed my Litiolac firmly
and shot up like an arrow, joining Thao and the others
who were high in the sky.
The sun was already quite low and the sky was totally
clear. The ocean had taken on an orange color, which
was surprising. I never would have imagined water could
appear such a shade. Inquiring about it,
te-epathically, it was explained to me that, sometimes,
at this time of day, immense patches of orange colored
plankton would rise to the surface. These waters, it
appeared, contained enormous quantities of plankton.
What a sight it was: the sky was blue-green, the sea
was orange, and everything was enveloped in the golden
light which, on this planet, seemed to come from
nowhere and everywhere.
Quite suddenly, my companions gained altitude and I
followed them. We were about one thousand meters above
the sea and accelerated in the direction we’d come from
- I guessed north - to about 300 kilometers per hour.
Looking in the direction of the setting sun, I could
make out a wide, black band on the water’s surface. I
didn’t have to ask about it - the answer came quickly.
`It is Nuroaka, one of the continents. It's as big as
the whole of Asia.'
`Are we going to visit it?' I asked.
Thao didn't reply, which quite surprised me. It was
the first time she had ignored my question. I thought
perhaps my tel-pathic powers had not been sufficient
and, so, I asked the question again, in French, raising
my voice as I did so.
`Look over there,' she said.
Turning my head, I saw a veritable cloud of birds of
every color, about to cross our path. Fearing a
collision with them, I descended several hundred
meters. They skimmed by me at an incredible speed - but
was it they who travelled so fast, or us? I thought
perhaps it was our combined speeds that made them
disappear so quickly but, just then, something
astonished me greatly.
Looking above me, I saw that Thao and the others had
not changed their altitude. How was it they hadn't
collided with this winged squadron?
Glancing at Thao, I realized she had followed my
thoughts - and it occurred to me that the birds had
appeared at quite an op****tune time - just when I had
posed my question.
Accustomed to Thao, I knew that she would have her
reasons for `ignoring' me, and I let the matter drop. I
decided, instead, to take advantage of this op****tunity
to fly without wings and I allowed myself to become
intoxicated by the colo-rs around me, which gradually
changed as the sun sank towards the horizon.
The pastel shades that washed over the sky, were of a
majesty quite indescribable with my pen. I thought I
had already witnessed all the symphonies of color
possible on this planet and yet I was mistaken. From
our altitude, the effect of the colo-rs of the sky,
sometimes contrasting with those of the ocean and
sometimes complementing them perfectly, was
spectacular. How incredible it was that Nature could
coordinate such a range of colo-rs, always
changing, always beautiful... I felt again, the
beginning of the `drunkenness' which had
previously caused me to faint, and received the
order, brief and clear: `Close your eyes immediately,
Michel.'
I obeyed, and the sensation of drunkenness
dissipated. However, it is not easy to pilot a
Litiolac and to remain in formation with closed
eyes - especially when one is a novice in the
area. Inevitably, I strayed left and right,
up and down.
Another order was given, this time less
urgent: `Watch Lationusi's back, Michel.
Don't take your eyes off him and watch his
wings.'
I opened my eyes to see Lationusi in front of
me. Strangely, it did not surprise me at all
that he had sprouted black wings and I fixed
all my concentration on them. After a time,
Thao approached me, saying in French: `We're
nearly there, Michel, Follow us.'
I found it equally natural that Lationusi
had now lost his wings. I followed the group
down towards the ocean, where we could make
out, like a jewel on a colored tablecloth,
the island where my doko was situated. We
approached rapidly amidst a fantastic blaze
of color as the sun dived into the waves. I
had to hurry to my doko. `Drunkenness',
caused by the beauty of the colors, threatened
to overwhelm me again, and I was obliged to
close my eyes partially. We flew now at sea
level and, before long, crossed the beach and
plunged into the foliage surrounding my doko.
My landing, however, was unsuccessful and I
found myself inside the doko astride the back
of a seat.
Latoli was immediately at my side. She pushed
in the button of my Litiolac, asking me if I
was all right.
`Yes, but those colors!' I stammered.
No one laughed at my little accident and
everyone seemed a little sad.
It was so unusual for them that I was quite
thrown by it. We all sat down and helped
ourselves to hydromel and dishes of red and
green food.
I was not feeling very hungry. I had taken
off my mask and was beginning to feel more
like myself again. Night fell quickly, as it
does on Thiaoouba and we sat in darkness. I
remember wondering over the fact that, while
I could barely distinguish each of them,
they could see me as easily as if it were
daylight.
No one spoke; we sat in silence. Looking
up, I could see the stars appearing one by
one, ****ning colorfully as though a
firework display had `frozen' in the sky.
On Thiaoouba, because their layers of g*****
in the atmosphere differ from ours, the
stars appear to be colored and also much
larger than they appear to us on Earth.
Suddenly, I broke the silence asking,
quite naturally, `Where is Earth?'
As if the group had simply been waiting
for this question, they all rose together.
Latoli took me in her arms like a child
and we went outside. The others led the
way and we followed a wide path that led
to the beach. There, on the moist sand of
the shore, Latoli set me down.
Minute by minute, the firmament was
illuminated by more stars as though a
giant hand was lighting a chandelier.
Thao approached me and almost whispered
in a voice that was sad and one I could
hardly recognize as hers: `do you see
those four stars, Michel, just above the
horizon? They almost form a square. The
one on the top right is green and ****nier
than the others.'
`Yes, I think that's it - yes, it forms
a square - the green, yes.'
`Now go to the right of the square and
slightly higher. You will see two red stars
quite close together.'
`Yes.'
`Keep your eye on the one on the right and
go a tiny bit higher. Can you see a tiny
white star? It's barely visible.'
`I think so... yes.'
`And on its left a little higher is a tiny
yellow one.'
`Yes, that's right.'
`The tiny white one is the sun which lights
up the planet Earth.'
`So, where is Earth?'
`Invisible from here, Michel. We are too far
away.'
I remained there, staring at that minuscule
star which seemed so insignificant in a sky
filled with large colorful jewels. That
minuscule star, however, was perhaps at that
very moment warming my family and my home,
making plants germinate and grow...
`My family' - the words seemed so strange.
`Australia' - from this perspective I had
trouble imagining it to be the largest island
on my planet, especially when even Earth was
invisible to the ****d eye. Yet, I'd been
told we belonged to the same galaxy, and
the Universe comprised thousands of
galaxies.
What were we, poor human bodies? Hardly
much more than an atom.
chapter 13
Coming back `home'
The sheets of galvanised iron on the roof
creak under the burning rays of the sun, and
even on the verandah, the heat is almost
unbearable. I watch the delightful play of
light and shadow in the garden and hear the
song of the birds as they chase each other
across a pale blue sky - and, I am sad.
I have just put the final full stop at the
end of the twelfth chapter of this book I
was asked to write. The task was not always
easy. Often details would escape me and I
would spend hours trying to recall certain
things which Thao had said, and particular
things she wanted me to write.
Then, at the moment when I was totally
exasperated, it would all come back to me -
every detail, as if a voice was dictating
the words over my shoulder, and I would
write so much I would develop cramps in my
hand. For periods of about three hours,
sometimes more, sometimes less, images would
crowd into my head.
While writing the book, with words jostling
each other in my mind, I often wished I had
known shorthand - and now, again, the strange
sensation is back.
`Are you there, Thao?' I would ask, never
receiving a reply. `Is it one of you? Thao?
Biastra? Latoli? Lationusi? I beg you to give
me a sign, a sound. Please respond!'
`You called me?'
I had spoken aloud and my wife had come
running. She stood in front of me, watching
me closely.
`No.'
`You are doing this periodically, aren't
you - talking to yourself. I will be glad
when this book is finished and you `come back
to Earth,' literally!'
She left. Poor Lina. She certainly has not
had an easy time of it, these past months. How
must it have been for her? She got up one
morning to find me stretched out on the sofa,
d-athly pale, having difficulty breathing and
desperately wanting to sleep. I asked her
if she had found my note.
Part 3.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Something That Was Sent To Me. April 8, 2008.
Here is something that was sent to me that may be a
hoax, but you never can tell.
........................................................
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Subject: Obama h-als hundreds
Time for Mc-ain to call Obama the
"anti-C-rist?"
Best regards,.
Bob Taft
The Taft Ranch
Upton, Wyoming
(307) 465-2206
Source:
LarkNews.com
http://www.larknews.com
Obama heals hundreds
http://www.larknews.com
/march_2008/index.php
AUSTIN Ginny M-Callum, 43, who has been confined
to a wheelchair for much of her adult life, came
to hear p-esidential candidate Barack O-ama speak
at the U-iversity of Texas. Afterward she found
herself in a wheelchair access breezeway as Ob-ma
and his entourage exited the arena. The candidate
spotted her, came over, grabbed her hand and
pulled her up. She found herself standing for the
first time in eleven years.
"He smiled at me and said, Yes, you can," she
says. "I was so stunned I didn't know what to do."
McC-llum is among hundreds of people who say
they have been he-led by the D-mocratic candidate,
in one of the most surprising and
little-acknowledged aspects of his campaign.
Re****ters have ****ed away from the story,
chalking it up to "Oba-a-mania" and people
feelings of elation.
"We don't talk about it a lot, but yeah, it
does happen," says one staffer who says he has
seen multiple people hea-ed on a rope line.
"We don't know exactly how or why it's
happening, and the Senator won't talk about it.
He usually insists that people keep it quiet
and just re****t it to their pastor or priest.
Greeting sup****ters after a rousing speech
in Houston, Obam- stepped into the dense crowd
and spontaneously began touching people: a
legally blind woman, a man deaf in one ear, a
c-ncer sufferer and a lame man.
"Yes, you can," O-ama said as he laid hands
on afflicted bodies.
The people's reactions were so joyous as to
be almost frightening. They jumped and shouted
and wept. Before they could thank or embrace
the candidate he was well down the rope line
healing others.
Their excitement was lost in the general
din of the crowd.
Aides acknowledge that the phenomenon is
occurring with greater frequency. "His power
goes beyond simple inspiration," says one aide.
"There is something developing here that I'm
not sure any of us fully understands."
They say Ob-ma has told them privately that
his time has not yet come, so it would be
inappropriate to talk about the hea-ings right
now. He says he will wait until the convention
to speak publicly about the "special calling"
he believes he has to lead the country. They
do expect him to start alluding to "the
providential nature of what is happening on the
campaign trail" in an upcoming address, mostly
because word is getting around.
People have begun bringing relatives by the
score to campaign events in hopes of a he-ling
touch.
"It's not the speeches that are drawing people
anymore, as good as they are," says a senior
staff member. "It's people wanting to get better,
and wanting their friends and relatives to get
better. It's the belief that there's something
more here."
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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