After the crowd had moved off,
reassured that there was no cause for alarm, the two Lemurians sat with me on
the bench and introduced themselves as Solari and Xendo. Solari suddenly put her hand to her mouth when
she saw the shoes I was wearing on my outstretched feet.
'It's the shoes,' remarked Xendo, smiling. 'They're leather.'
That was foolish. I should have known. But to be honest, I wasn't expecting to meet ordinary Lemurians, you know, associate with them, apart from the staff in the hotel, much less have a warm and friendly chat with them like I was having right now.
'By the way,' he added, conspiratorially, 'aren't you supposed to be with your guide and group? I think even this street here may out of bounds for you!'
'It's exciting!' she sniggered.
'So what would the police do if they caught me?' I asked, daringly, more out of curiosity than fear.
They both giggled like children.
'We don't have any police here in Lemuria, Jordan,' explained Xendo.
He apologised for all the restrictions to the tourists but added that they were designed more for our sake than for theirs. The tourists weren't ready yet, we weren't grown-up enough, although he didn't quite put it that way. But he was right. We just wouldn't get it. Most Lemurians, he added apologetically, felt a little uncomfortable with the few official tourists who were allowed in on special occasions.
'Especially the ones who snooze and fall off a bench!' I responded.
But it was true; the visitors are simply not fit to be received by this society. We are too crude, too insensitive. That's how Xendo explained it, demurely, hastily adding that it was not meant to be a judgement of everybody in my society, nor a criticism of me. And needless to say, it had nothing do with falling off a bench, which, indeed, could happen to anybody in Lemuria.
'Well, almost anybody,' smiled Solari.
'You mean almost nobody!' I retorted. And we laughed.
It was such a soothing relief for me to see that not only were we communicating as friends, we were actually sharing the same kind of humour and laughing together like children. The thought did strike me, though, how serendipitously the universe works. If I hadn't fallen off the bench, I reasoned, I'd have missed that unforgettable moment, I might still be sitting there, lost in thought, dodging the disapproving glances of passers-by, or already on my way back to the Welcome Hotel.
What I could never have guessed, of course, when I fell off the bench, was that my incredible adventure with the Lemurians was only just beginning.
Solari smiled and thanked me for the compliment. Compliment? Oh! The reference to the unforgettable moment! Phew. I forgot that my thoughts were an open channel now by our earlier agreement! But, was there no privacy at all?
'By the way, Jordan,' said Xendo,' although we have agreed to share our thoughts, all you have to do is to prefix your name, Jordan, before a thought, if you want to keep your thought private. I do it myself regularly!' He winked.
'Oh you do, do you?' questioned Solari in mock suspicion.
'Obviously, when people do not use the gatekeeper prefix, we only receive thoughts from those to whom we are paying attention at that moment,' he continued.
I offered to take off my shoes, but Solari wouldn't hear of it. She told me that a long time ago in Lemuria, people kept farm animals, but never with the intention of eating them or using them for their skins; just for the eggs, the milk and the wool. Each animal knew its role at the time, like the Lemurians. They were all treated equally.
'After all,' she said, 'they are families, the animals, they have families, like us, children, siblings, parents, grandparents, whom they love, and who are, in turn, loved by them. The early Lemurians knew that the animals loved them too.'
'How could they have known that the animals loved them? I mean, I know that my dog loves me, but a cow? A sheep?'
'You see,' she said, 'our ancestors had learned the art of inter-species communication through telepathy. But that was a long time ago. There is no need for animal servants now. But we still love to say hello to each other from time to time!'
'Where do they live? '
'In their natural habitats. They are the noble guests of Mother Nature.'
A multi-coloured bird with a little blue plume on its head landed on my shoe, glanced about furtively and flew off. Maybe it disapproved of the leather.
'Can you communicate with them too?' I asked.
'Yes, of course. She just asked me if I'd seen any of her friends about the place. I told her I hadn't, but my guess is that she'd find them near the willows at the river. We saw a small flock of similar birds around there earlier.'
'Wow! I would love to be able to communicate with the birds like that!'
'Do you know how birds fly so harmoniously in formation?'
'It's the shoes,' remarked Xendo, smiling. 'They're leather.'
That was foolish. I should have known. But to be honest, I wasn't expecting to meet ordinary Lemurians, you know, associate with them, apart from the staff in the hotel, much less have a warm and friendly chat with them like I was having right now.
'By the way,' he added, conspiratorially, 'aren't you supposed to be with your guide and group? I think even this street here may out of bounds for you!'
'It's exciting!' she sniggered.
'So what would the police do if they caught me?' I asked, daringly, more out of curiosity than fear.
They both giggled like children.
'We don't have any police here in Lemuria, Jordan,' explained Xendo.
He apologised for all the restrictions to the tourists but added that they were designed more for our sake than for theirs. The tourists weren't ready yet, we weren't grown-up enough, although he didn't quite put it that way. But he was right. We just wouldn't get it. Most Lemurians, he added apologetically, felt a little uncomfortable with the few official tourists who were allowed in on special occasions.
'Especially the ones who snooze and fall off a bench!' I responded.
But it was true; the visitors are simply not fit to be received by this society. We are too crude, too insensitive. That's how Xendo explained it, demurely, hastily adding that it was not meant to be a judgement of everybody in my society, nor a criticism of me. And needless to say, it had nothing do with falling off a bench, which, indeed, could happen to anybody in Lemuria.
'Well, almost anybody,' smiled Solari.
'You mean almost nobody!' I retorted. And we laughed.
It was such a soothing relief for me to see that not only were we communicating as friends, we were actually sharing the same kind of humour and laughing together like children. The thought did strike me, though, how serendipitously the universe works. If I hadn't fallen off the bench, I reasoned, I'd have missed that unforgettable moment, I might still be sitting there, lost in thought, dodging the disapproving glances of passers-by, or already on my way back to the Welcome Hotel.
What I could never have guessed, of course, when I fell off the bench, was that my incredible adventure with the Lemurians was only just beginning.
Solari smiled and thanked me for the compliment. Compliment? Oh! The reference to the unforgettable moment! Phew. I forgot that my thoughts were an open channel now by our earlier agreement! But, was there no privacy at all?
'By the way, Jordan,' said Xendo,' although we have agreed to share our thoughts, all you have to do is to prefix your name, Jordan, before a thought, if you want to keep your thought private. I do it myself regularly!' He winked.
'Oh you do, do you?' questioned Solari in mock suspicion.
'Obviously, when people do not use the gatekeeper prefix, we only receive thoughts from those to whom we are paying attention at that moment,' he continued.
I offered to take off my shoes, but Solari wouldn't hear of it. She told me that a long time ago in Lemuria, people kept farm animals, but never with the intention of eating them or using them for their skins; just for the eggs, the milk and the wool. Each animal knew its role at the time, like the Lemurians. They were all treated equally.
'After all,' she said, 'they are families, the animals, they have families, like us, children, siblings, parents, grandparents, whom they love, and who are, in turn, loved by them. The early Lemurians knew that the animals loved them too.'
'How could they have known that the animals loved them? I mean, I know that my dog loves me, but a cow? A sheep?'
'You see,' she said, 'our ancestors had learned the art of inter-species communication through telepathy. But that was a long time ago. There is no need for animal servants now. But we still love to say hello to each other from time to time!'
'Where do they live? '
'In their natural habitats. They are the noble guests of Mother Nature.'
A multi-coloured bird with a little blue plume on its head landed on my shoe, glanced about furtively and flew off. Maybe it disapproved of the leather.
'Can you communicate with them too?' I asked.
'Yes, of course. She just asked me if I'd seen any of her friends about the place. I told her I hadn't, but my guess is that she'd find them near the willows at the river. We saw a small flock of similar birds around there earlier.'
'Wow! I would love to be able to communicate with the birds like that!'
'Do you know how birds fly so harmoniously in formation?'
'Something
to do with peripheral vision?'
Solari's explanation of how birds fly in formation or find their food or their way home had to do with the subtle or energy body, as she called it. This was new to me, so a lot of what she said was above my head, to be honest. From time to time I had the feeling that she just wanted to know how much, or how little, I knew.
'We tune into the great variety and range of birdsong across the species,' she said. 'Most of what they sing is normally outside of one's hearing range.'
'So, why do birds sing?'
'I know what your ornithologists say about territory-marking, warning-calls, mating-call theories, but it's more than that, Jordan. Birds may use their voices to communicate, but the main reason why birds sing is because the singing itself makes them happy.'
'You mean the vibrations made by the sound?'
'Yes. Like when a cat purrs.'
'The cat purrs, not because it's happy, but to make itself happy?'
'Both.'
'The energy-field, Jordan,' added Xendo. 'That's the key. To understand Nature is to understand subtle energy. To understand subtle energy is to look within you. Please don't feel that we are keeping any secrets from you. You are our friend, but nevertheless, we have to be wary about what we tell you. We know what your scientists do to animals to prove a theory, so we have to be very judicious about the information we impart to you. For now, let's continue on the basis of trust, shall we? If you are not getting the answer you were hoping for, it's not because we mistrust you. It's because we fear that others who are not like you will use that knowledge in a way that may do harm. So, having said that, let's agree to ask each other anything at all we wish to know about our societies! OK? Would you like to start?'
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Solari's explanation of how birds fly in formation or find their food or their way home had to do with the subtle or energy body, as she called it. This was new to me, so a lot of what she said was above my head, to be honest. From time to time I had the feeling that she just wanted to know how much, or how little, I knew.
'We tune into the great variety and range of birdsong across the species,' she said. 'Most of what they sing is normally outside of one's hearing range.'
'So, why do birds sing?'
'I know what your ornithologists say about territory-marking, warning-calls, mating-call theories, but it's more than that, Jordan. Birds may use their voices to communicate, but the main reason why birds sing is because the singing itself makes them happy.'
'You mean the vibrations made by the sound?'
'Yes. Like when a cat purrs.'
'The cat purrs, not because it's happy, but to make itself happy?'
'Both.'
'The energy-field, Jordan,' added Xendo. 'That's the key. To understand Nature is to understand subtle energy. To understand subtle energy is to look within you. Please don't feel that we are keeping any secrets from you. You are our friend, but nevertheless, we have to be wary about what we tell you. We know what your scientists do to animals to prove a theory, so we have to be very judicious about the information we impart to you. For now, let's continue on the basis of trust, shall we? If you are not getting the answer you were hoping for, it's not because we mistrust you. It's because we fear that others who are not like you will use that knowledge in a way that may do harm. So, having said that, let's agree to ask each other anything at all we wish to know about our societies! OK? Would you like to start?'
You can catch up on the first six chunks of the story here:
gregoryrosenstock.blogspot.com
# 8 next Saturday! 😄
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