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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SATURDAY SESSIONS # 7

                                            

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?'

'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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SATURDAY SESSIONS # 6

                                                                       

A silent, glassy vehicle the size of a car lands on a cushion of air in front of me. Two beautiful Lemurians alight and rush to my assistance, helping me back onto the seat, making a big fuss over me. Clearly, nobody snoozes and falls off a public bench in Lemuria. At this stage, other concerned Lemurians have gathered around the bench.  They all seem to be communicating with each other busily and excitedly in total silence.                                                                                                               

Dear Reader, it was only through the kindness of Lucy that I was able to make a series of recordings of this strange, life-changing tale over the next few days, because I would surely have forgotten most of it, as one forgets a dream. Indeed, to her great credit, she cancelled her two remaining appointments for that afternoon, as she feared I may lose my tentative connection to Lemuria altogether if I had to wait another day.

You see, my beautiful rescuers in Lemuria succeeded in communicating with me and I with them. The telepathy was not quite what I was expecting, not that I was expecting anything in particular when they invited me to chat. It was based on musical tones, a bit like a tuning fork when it vibrates.  
The difficult part to explain with any clarity is the soundless, non-linear aspect of that form of communication. Imagine listening to a song instantaneously, a short song, but a whole song, nevertheless.  I know the tuning fork is a poor analogy but it's the best comparison that springs to mind right now. You see, the receiver of the communication is like another tuning fork, picking up the vibrations and vibrating at the same frequency.  
Initially, when I started speaking, you know, using my vocal chords, speaking aloud, they all stepped back, a little startled, some of them giggling nervously, amused at the noisy tourist in their midst.  But I quickly adapted to merely thinking my thoughts instead of speaking them, speech for them obviously being such a loud and crude manner of communication, especially in view of the fact that these extraordinary, gentle people can actually hear each other's heartbeat.                                                                                                               
The two rescuers smilingly explained that the voice and, indeed, language itself is used only for singing, mainly in the Temples of Light. Amazingly, we seemed to know how to interpret each other's thoughts, irrespective of the language, or tool of communication, we were thinking in. Don't ask me how it all worked. I was thinking linear thoughts, of course, and they weren't, but I still, mysteriously, understood them!  That's why, when Lucy brought me back to full consciousness, I was able to recall and record all the events and conversations I had experienced.                                              
Although my clothes, language, culture, life, past, everything, was different, of course, my name, Jordan, remained the same. As well as certain annoying personality traits too, I'll have to add.  My full name was Jordan Karpathian.                                     
What follows is the unedited transcript of my recordings.  All the communications, observations and dialogues recorded are, of course, an instant translation, or transposition rather, of what was exchanged telepathically in Lemuria.                     
Lest the Reader fear that universal telepathy in Lemuria was invasive of one's privacy, let me assure you that listening in on other people's thoughts without their permission was unthinkable. And as the Reader will soon discover, the Prime Directive was the one and only law in Lemuria. Fans of the Star Trek movies and TV series will be familiar with this popular phrase introduced to us by the series creator, Gene Roddenberry, who, I understand, obtained the phrase indirectly from an extra-terrestrial source, according to a number of accounts in the public domain.  For those unfamiliar with the term, the Prime Directive prohibits interference of any kind, private, interpersonal, public, national, international and interplanetary.                                   
Thank you for your patience!  I shall now continue with my report.      

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