'Before you go, Solari...' I entreated, aloud. 'Excuse me!' I added, telepathically. 'I keep forgetting to keep my mouth shut! What I was wondering was...'
'If the coffee is still hot?' she ventured.
'No. Ha-ha! No, not that. You see, the thing is, I can't remember how I got here. To this hotel. I can't remember you bringing me here. I'm very grateful to you both, of course, but I'm a little worried that my group will be concerned about me. My phone battery is dead and I don't know how to reach them. Can you help me?'
She was one step ahead of me. Solari had been in touch with the Welcome Hotel to explain that I would be returning to re-join them in good time before the hour of departure. I wondered if my guide and my group were concerned about my whereabouts. No, she said, they were thrilled to hear that you were being given an exclusive tour of the area. I hugged her in appreciation. As I did, what I can best describe as a warm, power- shower of light and love rushed through my body that it almost lifted me off my feet.
'That's why we like to hug in Lemuria!' she smiled. 'Enjoy your breakfast!'
'And I won't forget to thank it first!'
'Eventually, you won't have to say thanks at all, Baby, even in your thoughts. The intention is enough. Awareness is everything. Oh, do you see those shoes there? Could I ask you to wear them for the day? They're your size. I'm sure you'll find them very comfortable.'
'Thank you! Will I be walking on air like you do?' I asked innocently.
'Not quite,' she smiled, 'but the next best thing!'
She left me to relish my cornucopia of breakfast delights.
The shower and even the toilet were designed to simulate that oozy, deeply spiritual feeling I had received from Solari's hug. At the push of a button, a surge of energy rushed throughout the body which was simply scintillating as I sat on the toilet seat. Sitting there comfortably in a daydream, I tried to come up with a scheme whereby I could make a fortune out of selling a model like that back home. I knew some contacts who could help me with the manufacture and distribution. If I could only just figure out how they do it. Clearly, there was some kind of a trigger somewhere to stimulate the release of endorphins, serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin. Oxytocin for sure. So what would I call it? Loo Hug? Flush of Light? Flush of Love? Loomuria? Loomuria! What a load of crap!
I stopped in my tracks and blushed when I thought of how Solari might have reacted to my financial flights of fancy. Just look at that wheelie sitting on the loo with his mind full of crap!
It was far and away the best breakfast I'd ever eaten, as I told my smiling guides in the lobby. And the coffee, still piping hot after that amazing session on the balcony, was the most delicious I'd ever tasted in my life! I also thanked them for the most scintillating shower I'd even had, which also amused them. But I just couldn't the loo off my mind, deliberately blocking and scrambling my thoughts until Xendo began to politely wonder if I needed to use the toilet again.
'By the way, if I may ask, do you people ever get hungry?'
Xendo simply shook his head and proceeded to speak about the history of food consumption in Lemuria. He said that their ancestors drank liquid gold for all the nourishment they needed.
'Liquid gold? But -'
'I know, Jordan!' he interjected with a laugh. 'Don't ask! Anyway, before that, people would eat out communally. They'd harvest sea-kelp and sea-grass, for example, communicating intimately with the herbs and the fruit stems. Food was a living organism for them, with its own intelligence and sentience.'
'As, indeed, it is for us, when we partake in it from time to time,' added Solari.
'It was a predominantly raw diet in those days,' explained Xendo.
Eating was an exchange of energy, he said, as Solari had already revealed so seductively in my room. Food for Lemurians was more for ritual purposes than to satisfy a need. Fruits and berries, for example, would be eaten ritualistically. Water was drunk from mineralised springs. Each spring had an energy signature and a healing quality that was unique. But the pure air here was also rich in oxygen. Our cells, he said, need an ample and consistent supply of oxygen throughout the day. Many of the chronic illnesses in Atlantis are triggered by a lack of oxygen in the body's cells.
'So the short answer is no,' he concluded. 'Lemurians never get hungry.'
He explained that they had weaned themselves a long time ago from the need to eat food; the energy their bodies needed now came mainly from air and water.
In the dream-like streets, I could feel the pulsing vibration of colour and light everywhere I went. I seemed to be virtually floating in my white shoes.
We entered the museum which was built out of pure crystal.
Before I could catch my breath and ask, I was already in a hologram. The exhibition we chose was about the history of crystals. I could see how scattered energies were gathered together by a single crystal into a cohesive unit, like a laser-beam. Some of the crystals I saw there were as big as a house! The whole idea was to use these crystals in order to amplify a creative intention. I saw them creating articles of clothing, shoes and jewellery, just by intention. Jewels were worn by the Lemurians, not only for adornment, but because they retained the collective wisdom of the tribe. Each crystal had a different function, rose quartz, clear quartz, obsidian, turquoise. They also used them for teleportation, bending and changing physical laws to other dimensions and even connecting with entities in higher realms.
They called the crystals merkaba. Mer meant light; ka, meant spirit; ba, meant body. Light spirals, that looked like a DNA double-helix, transported them from one dimension to another, they told me. I thought it was pointless even asking about any of this. The very thought of access to other dimensions was standard fare for our comedians and satirical cartoons in the media.
I stood on a holographic hill with my two friends and watched a small city being built by the minds of the builders, a city of marble and stone. It was laid out in a circular pattern like a mandala. Everything was geometrically planned around circular streets. Builders would first go out with their crystals, attune themselves to the crystals, and then carry out their part of the project. Building started at the centre of the circle and worked its way outwards in ever widening circles. The buildings were between six and ten stories in height.
Intellect is linear, Xendo informed me, intuition is circular. Intuition is closer to nature, to source energy.
Suddenly, the hologram changed. We found ourselves on the shore of a lake. Ghost-like figures floated past us. My two guides explained to me that this was what the Lemurians looked like when they came to Earth, before they formed bodies, like now. They were like spheres of light, blue, pink, violet, lavender, magenta and gold.
'Did you know, by the way,' asked Solari, as I stood there entranced, 'that the middle star in the belt of Orion is a portal to another universe?'
This would have been typical of them, dropping a piece of mind-bending information like that into the conversation as if it were some trivia they'd just come across on the social media. What on earth will I tell my mates, my friends, my wife, even Jarok, when I get back? How will I explain any of this to them? Jarok is the only one who'll believe me! I can already see at least one of my colleagues trying to convince me that the whole experience was a hallucination, brought on by the dodgy water or the spiked coffee I had for breakfast! No, Jordan, nobody is going to believe any of this. Even if I film or record it. No battery in any case. Of course the lads back home will say the Lemurians disabled it.
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