SATURDAY SESSIONS #15

Cathy has just come back from work in the hospital. We sit down to an Indian takeaway. I light the white candle on the table, open a bottle of red wine and chat with her about Lemuria. I'd spent a couple of hours that afternoon on the internet, researching whatever I could about my adventure. Solari had told me that if I show love for the water you drink, I tell Cathy, it will return the love to your body.

'I hope that applies to wine too!' she laughs. 

'Masaru Emoto proved that water is conscious, Cathy. Can you believe it? He wrote a book on it. Drop a flower into water and the molecules of water will take on the shape of the flower.  If you show love, the water will display beautiful crystalline structures at molecular level when frozen. I kid you not! If you show hate, it will display ugly and shapeless molecular crystals. Seriously!'

'Oh, Jordan. It's not that I don't believe you.  It's just, you know, where is all this leading?'

'We really need to pay attention to the water, Cathy. The power of water.'

'The power of water?'

'The healing power of water.'

'OK, but...why is water of interest to you right now?'

'Not as interesting as this wine! Cheers! Yeah, water. I remember asking the Chemistry teacher at school how it was possible that hydrogen and oxygen could turn into a liquid called water. I mean, they're gases, aren't they? says I. The class laughed. And when you boil the water, sir, do the gases come out again separately as steam? Steam? he boomed. What do mean, steam? Steam is water! he barked. But steam is gas, sir? Isn't it? It's water, boy, water! Steam is water! Ice is water! Pay attention, boy! Ha-ha, the steam was coming out of his ears!'

'Tell me more about the dream!'

'But it wasn't a dream, Cathy!  I was really there. It was really me! My name was Jordan there too, sure, but he was real, a real person. Me in another life!'

'OK, let's get back to the other life, then. You were a tourist named Jordan in a place called Lemuria. Where exactly did you come from? Where was your home?'

'Atlantis!'

'Atlantis?'

'For a certain period of time in ancient history, the two continents existed at the same time. At the time I'm there, however, Lemuria is far more advanced. The Lemurians had colonised Atlantis many thousands of years before that, peacefully, of course, interbred with the Atlanteans and taught them all they knew. Then something terrible happened.  A small, undetected asteroid broke through the stratosphere and plunged into the sea, causing a massive tsunami and wiped out most of Atlantis, submerging a large chunk of the continent back into the ocean.'

'But they don't know that Atlantis ever existed, do they?'

'Well, one could also argue that they've explored only a fraction of the ocean beds in the world up to now. But anyway, those that survived the tsunami got pretty angry with life and turned against spirituality, against everything they knew, everything they'd been taught by the Lemurians. They rejected all those old teachings about a loving universe, a universe of compassionate intelligence, where moral and cosmic law were the same thing, where all consciousness, all energy, everything, was one interrelated whole. Like a web.'

'So, Atlantis wasn't completely sunk by the tsunami?'

'Later, yes. Not in this case. In this case, it was a smaller asteroid, but which also did a hell of a lot of damage. A huge chunk of the continent disappeared overnight and with it, probably millions of people.'

'So the Atlanteans who survived turned against God. They became atheists? Was that it?'
'No, on the contrary. They invented God, they invented religions based on reward and punishment. They invented the gods, different gods. At least two or three of the main religions had a male god, a strong god, a protector, a separate god, in his own heaven, in the sky, separate from themselves and the universe. Sound familiar?'
'And in Lemuria?'
'In Lemuria, they simply observed how things were progressing. They weren't welcome any more in hostile Atlantis. Obviously the Lemurians couldn't interfere, but although they could understand why the Atlanteans were angry at life and at the universe, they couldn't understand the need to create a god or a religion, you know, how an authoritarian god, or any god at all, would make life any easier for them. Above all, they were dismayed at the Atlanteans' arrogance in insisting  that others should also believe what they themselves believed.  I mentioned in the course of our conversation that millions of people had been brutally killed in Atlantis because of beliefs. They were truly shocked to hear it. Lemurians know only love and respect for one another, loving kindness, that's all that matters, love and respect for the Earth.'
'The female principle, my darling. The Earth goddess. Have you ever wondered where the heart symbol comes from? A real heart looks nothing like it, you know.'
'Never thought of it. What about it?'
'It's the pelvic girdle. Same shape.'
'Birth and creativity! The symbol of love! Ha-ha! I love it! But it's so true, isn't it? The Atlanteans were brain-oriented, staring upwards, worshipping the sky gods. They ignored the very earth beneath their feet which gave them life and sustained them.'

'Maybe that's where the idea of salvation started too, you know, reward and punishment, that you had to be good to get your reward in heaven? '
'That's what the Lemurians said!  In Atlantis, the whole society was founded on the cult of the individual, based on the principle of competition, of winning and losing, of success and failure, of good and bad, of individuality and separation.'
'So let me guess, religions started competing with one another and any religion, or even sect of the same religion, that didn't toe the line, was hunted down and eliminated?'
'That's how it happened.'
I tell Cathy about the ancient Pyramids and the energy grid.
'Maybe the impact of the asteroid destroyed the Grid too. Anyway, whatever happened, the Atlanteans lost touch with their powers, scientific and spiritual. Their thinking was based of fear.  They mined copper to create a high-grade bronze for weapons. And so wars began. Wind the clock forward and you get superstates with armies and nuclear weapons.'
I tell her about their views on sickness and death.
'Well, we'd say it's in the genes. You're either blessed with a good set of genes or you're not. Right?'  she asked.
'Not according to epigenetics which proves that genes are only the blueprints. We are the architects. We can change the blueprint.'
I suddenly realised what I was saying.
'We can change the blueprint! We can change the blueprint!'
'What is it? Jordan? What happened?'
'Sometimes you have to say things aloud, you know, in conversation, to realise what you've actually just said! Have you ever had that experience?'
'Maybe... But, tell me, are you all right? What exactly is going on in that head of yours?'
'According to epigenetics, Cathy, ninety-five per cent of all genetic problems can be changed. Reversed!'
Cathy purses her lips into a probing smile as she stares into my eyes. From the sympathetic sound of her sigh, I can understand why she feels I may be losing it, or at the very least, losing the run of myself. I'm stressed out, I need a break, I need a holiday, we both need a holiday, but I just can't bring myself to tell her about the cancer.  I know in my bones I'm being sent back to Lemuria for a reason, a reason I can't explain, but a reason, nevertheless.
'So tell me, Jordan. Is she pretty?'
'Who? Lucy?'
'Just kidding! Ha-ha! So, no hospitals in Lemuria? No doctors?'
'That's what they said, if memory serves. Only nurses, ha-ha! They did mention therapists and therapies, though. Herbs, for example, vibrational therapy. They told me that when they were growing up, they all learned the art of healing. Self-healing. What do mean, is she pretty?'
'I'm joking, Jordan. I just wish I could read what's going on in that mind of yours once in a while. You seem so far away!'
'Bear with me, sweetheart. I'm on the way back! Trust me!'

As we finish our meal and sip the wine together, I'm now silently wondering why I never asked the Lemurians about cancer. But why would I?  That's not me back there. 
I mean, not really. Interesting point, though. I wonder if cancer was a problem in Atlantis.

'I don't know if I'd fancy living there, though. Like, you know, the idea of having my thoughts read.  No thank you,' Cathy remarked. 'It's bad enough these days when an algorithm knows more about us than we do ourselves!'
'But it's down to you. You can block it. The thoughts, I mean.'

'Ha-ha! But not the algorithm! Yeah, but I'd keep forgetting to do that, block my thoughts, just like you! That's the problem. Hey, you know what just occurred to me?  If people lived to be a thousand, the undertakers would be out of business!'
'What a romantic sentiment, my dear! And in the soft glow of candlelight too. Wait a minute, we could run a life insurance business! We'd clean up!'
'But you forget, my darling. It would be a money-free society.'
'Money-free. Sickness-free. Worry-free.'
'Paradise!' she whispers, absentmindedly, her wistful eyes reflecting the flickering flame of the candle.I hold her hands in mine across the table. 

'I know you're worried about me, Cathy, but I assure you, I'm not losing it. Really! I've never been clearer about anything in my life. Please bear with me, will you? I promise you, this is going to get me back on the rails. I know it in my bones.'

        

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