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.
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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