SATURDAY SESSIONS # 8

                                                                                                     

'Thank you, Xendo, thank you!  How kind of you both. Although I dare say, you know a lot more about us than we do about you. My feeling is that the mainstream media actually don't have a clue about you. It's not easy for them, of course, because you don't let them in, ha-ha! Unfortunately, they regard you with suspicion, even fear.'

'Why should they fear us?'

'I think it's fear of what they don't know rather than what they do know, which, I'm afraid, isn't very much!'
'So, my dear, you can ask us anything you like!' smiled Solari.

'Yeah, but will I get an answer? Haha! Just kidding!  OK. Let's see. We were briefed, before we arrived, on the concept of work in Lemuria. Is there work here?'

'Work!' responded Solari, laughing.

'In your society, work does seem to consume so much of your precious time, doesn't it? Our word for work in Lemuria is like your word for dance. We follow our hearts. There are no hierarchies here.  Nobody tells us what to do.'

'We are amused by the fact that you don't use any money here. Our comedians love to tell jokes about it. Is it because you don't work?'

'We are dismayed to hear about the link,' answered Xendo, 'between work and money in your society. We are equally saddened to hear about the link between education and work. Very few of your people know that your entire monetary system is a form of theft. Those bonds your authorities issue have no value. It is the people, Jordan, who create the real wealth and then give it to the government in taxes. This tax-money creates work for employees like you in the public service, as well as all the other staples of your society, including military expenditure and war. The people who get paid for their work put their salaries in the banks. That money is used by the owners of the banks who buy up all the assets of your society. And where did that money come from originally?  From nothing, simply by printing a bond or a cheque. Does it matter to them if your economy collapses again and again? Not at all. It means the assets, the real wealth, become easier to buy. And it also keeps you on a leash. Eventually they own you and all the other wage-slaves in your society. So tell me, is money a good idea in a good society?'

'I'm not so sure if I follow. Sorry!  I've never been much good at financial affairs, much less economics. Even at home, Croescia holds the purse strings.  But if I understand you correctly, what you're saying is that the whole of our monetary system is a fraud?'
'Yes. I'm afraid so.'

'But let's talk about that later!' interjected Solari cheerfully. 'First of all, Jordan, we are forgetting our manners as your hosts! We never asked you if you were hungry. Can we get you anything to eat or drink?'

'Thank you, but I had a delicious breakfast at the hotel just a short while ago. Out of this world!'

'I see you're from the QSA', Xendo remarked, nodding at the logo on my pocket. 'Health Division,' I answered.

'Ah. Health. So you must be familiar with the root cause of disease in your homeland?'

'Root cause of disease? Well, medical research is at such an advanced stage now that the very idea of a disease will soon be a thing of the past.'

They laughed.

'Forgive me, Jordan! You see, I haven't told you this but, we can detect when a person is lying,'  she said.

'You what? Oh. But, well, to be fair, it wasn't really a lie, was it?  I may have misunderstood you...No?  I mean, I may not have answered your question - '
'Please, do not take offence!' she urged. 'Here in Lemuria being untruthful is more black-and-white than it is for you at home. I apologise. You see, we can detect it from changes in your subtle body, your energy body, the chakras, your aura.'

'I'm a walking polygraph!'

'Oh, I'm so sorry!' she pleaded, when she saw my face redden.

'What I need is a defibrillator,'  I continued, trying to laugh it off.  'To get rid of the fibs! Ha-ha!'

'Please forgive us!' she smiled.

'Hey, Jordan!'  Xendo suddenly said. 'We'd like to make up for our indiscretion and invite you to join us on a little trip!  We're going to see some animals! Will you come?'

Snugly ensconced inside the aircraft with Solari sitting in the middle, we soared up silently, high into the blue sky.  I had a panoramic view of the magnificent expanse of the countryside below us. Neither of them seemed to be in charge of the controls, not that there was a dashboard anywhere to be seen.
'It took us a long time to get it right, believe me!' said Xendo.

'I suppose there's no point asking how it works, is there?'

'You can always ask!' he answered, with a grin.

'We're already above the clouds, we don't seem to run on fuel, we make no noise and there are no controls. Where do I begin?  Haha. So this is how you get round.  I take it that teleportation is just another one of those urban myths back home, eh?'

'No urban myth,' answered Xendo. 'Teleportation is how we normally travel. This vehicle here is just for fun!'

'Wow! But how do you it?'  I queried. 'The teleportation, I mean. Would I understand anything at all if you explained it to me? Or is it a Lemurian secret?'

'No secret!' answered Solari. 'It's actually quite easy! Would you like us to tell you?'

The first thing that crossed my mind was the impact this ground-breaking information could have on everybody back home. That is to say, if I knew how to deliver it. I could be rich! Famous! Oh please, please let the physics be simple!
'I'll do my best to make it as clear as possible,' she responded in an apologetic tone.

'Oh, shit! Sorry! I'm so embarrassed! I was thinking like a schoolboy! Forgive me!'
It felt like I'd hit the wrong key and just sexted the boss.
'Nothing to forgive, my dear! Your thoughts were like anybody else's in your society. But I think even your top scientists may not be ready for this yet. When they are, however, it will liberate your whole society, physically, mentally and spiritually, just as a clear understanding of the meaning of time will liberate you in a way you could never have dreamed of.'
'Time?'
'Yes. To travel through time, one must first understand what time is.'

'You really travel through time?'

'Take any object in any location,' she continued.  'Take a human being, for example. You think of objects as existing in one location. Right? Now, as you probably know from what you call quantum theory, everything is vibration.  Look deeply enough, closely enough, and you will see that everything vibrates differently in its own unique way.'

'Yes, yes, I believe that.'  I concurred excitedly.  'We are all made of atoms, and atoms are already 99.999% empty space, but even the nucleus itself and the electrons of the atoms are only vibrations when you look deeply enough! That's what you mean, isn't it?'

'That is how we see it too. Now each object has its own vibrational equation signature.  In other words, each object has a frequency that represents that object. It exists in a specific location.  OK so far?  So, one component of that frequency is its location. Let's call it Location A. Now, you want to get to Location B, to the doorstep of your home, say, in your country.  What you do is you simply change the frequency of Location A to that of Location B.'

'Simply?'  I echoed, grinning.

'The object must stop existing now at location A and start existing at Location B.That's it!'
'That's it?'
'That's all!'
'Oh.'
'Sorry to disappoint you.'
'No! Not at all! I mean, yes. Sorry. I mean, I was expecting it to be complex, I mean simple, ha-ha, a formula, you know, something the physicists at home could work out for themselves, E=MC2 or whatever. Ha-ha!'
'One day, in the not-too-distant future, your scientists will be able to figure it out. But first they'll have to change their mindset. Their attempts to reverse-engineer some of our earlier models they've identified as UFOs cannot succeed without a shift in consciousness.'
'Those models you refer to...they're not UFO's?'
'They're ours. Your scientists have had them for many years. Some of the so-called UFOs spotted above your airspace are ours too.'
'Some? Oh. Right. Some. Wow! Really? True enough, I actually saw one myself when I was a child. I was twelve. I remember being awe-struck to see how it did a ninety-degree turn faster than a bluebottle.'
They laughed.
'You mean that noisy blue fly?' she asked.
'Yes, but faster. Slicker! It was gone in the bat of an eyelid.'
'We're amused that you should have mentioned the bluebottle. You see, the mobility of our spacecraft was modelled on the flying skills of a bluebottle.'

'You mean you actually studied bluebottles in your labs?'
'Jordan, please!' exclaimed Solari. 'How can you even contemplate such a thing?'
'I'm sorry!  But, how else would you have been able to get the data?'
'Communication,' answered Xendo, softly. 'We  communicate.'
'You communicate,' I echoed flatly. 'With a fly. Wow. That's all I can say to that. Wow. So the bluebottle tells you how it's done? Right? Just like that. Does it draw a blueprint?  A bluebottleprint! Ha-ha.'

'Think about it for a moment, Jordan,' said Solari. 'If a snail, for example, asked you how you walk, you wouldn't be able to tell her, would you?'
'How I walk? Well, I put one leg in front of the other and then the other leg in front of the first one and just go. Right?  Haha! No. Just kidding. I take your point.'
'The bluebottle can't tell us how he flies either. He shows us. Even our earlier models resembled the flight of a fly with his retractable undercarriage, his airspeed indicators on the tips of his antennae, his gyroscopic control system sensing the sudden rate of turn, his ability to land on ceilings, survive in altitudes of more than thirty kilometres and so on. Today, we are able to simulate his manoeuvres with our AGV's using deep telepathy. That's what we mean by communication.'
'Mind-boggling. But to return to the frequency thing for a moment, for the teleporting... it can't be as simple as you say...Can it?'
'You're right,' answered Xendo, 'It's not. It took us hundreds of years to get it right. Especially if Location B is quite a distance away from Location A. Sadly, we lost many of our courageous pilots who went astray in the process.  Of course, they are still with us in spirit or, indeed, may have returned to us again as form.'
'Reincarnated! Of course, you all believe in reincarnation, don't you?'
'Please forgive me if this sounds arrogant, Jordan, but reincarnation is far too important a matter to be left to mere belief. Let us say that we believe in it as much as you believe in gravity.'
'But we can prove the force of gravity, Xendo. We have a mathematical formula to do so.' 
'True enough,' responded Xendo. 'But do you really know what gravity is? Do you know what energy is? Can you prove the existence of consciousness or of love? What about touch or the scent of a flower; do you have mathematical formulae to prove that too? Just because you don't have the tools to prove the qualia in your life, or the great truths of life, like reincarnation, just because you can't see, perceive, measure or prove them, it doesn't mean that these things don't exist. Does it?'   

                 

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