SATURDAY SESSIONS # 14

'Oh, this is so shocking! I'm so ashamed. I'm so ashamed of my people. I'm ashamed of myself. But please, tell me, if you don't have an army here, what would you do if you were attacked?'

'That is unlikely to happen; you're much too busy fighting amongst yourselves.'

'But would you defend yourselves?'

'No.'

'No?'

'We would do everything within our capabilities to prevent it, to disarm the aggressor. Non-violently, of course. But war isn't what we are most concerned about at the current time.  In your world, everything, everything is upside down. You destroy the very life-force that sustains you, Jordan. You may even be endangering your innate capacity for intuition, for knowingness, and by that I mean not simply knowledge and its application.'

'How are we doing that?'
'The infiltration of chemicals into your water which you drink and absorb through your skin when you wash and which falls as rain on your land.  All those toxic chemicals and effluents you dispose of, in your sinks, in your toilets, they all end up in your water, in your bodies, water you drink or use in a shower or a bath. Then you add fluoride. Good for the teeth, your dentists say. Poison, however, for the body. It can lead to calcification of the pineal gland.'

'The melatonin regulator. You mean our sleep patterns are affected?'

'I believe you call it the Third Eye, the source of access to integration, unboundedness, knowingness, truth. We attribute the gift of wisdom partly to a healthily-functioning pineal gland.'

At this stage, I was beginning to feel as if everything I'd lived for and believed in all my life was being taken away from me, as if a gang of burglars had broken into my home in front of my very eyes and removed everything I owned, everything the family owned, piece by piece, all the familiar props of everyday life, beds, furniture, fridge, every electrical appliance, every carpet, rug, bookshelf, book, even the very light-bulbs, the handles on the doors, down to the last framed photo on the wall, leaving me, my wife and my son, the three of us huddled together in fear, unmoored, bewildered, in our empty shell of a home.

Of course, I forgot to edit my thoughts again.  

Xendo quickly reassured me that such feelings of insecurity and doubt should actually be welcomed as a harbinger of liberation.

'Liberation from what?' I asked, with trepidation.

'Liberation from fear.'

He proceeded to tell me that we had, in fact, been originally colonised, for want of a better term, by his Lemurian ancestors. If history is said to be written by the victors, in our case it seems to have been the opposite.  Our version of history was certainly not written by the Lemurians. For example, our history books never taught us that our whole continent had already lived in a Paradise once upon a time. Solari explained that this omission was not our fault. All the records had been destroyed in the catastrophe.

'Jordan!' she suddenly exclaimed. 'Let's forget about history for now and do something exciting together! Xendo and I have decided to be your guides! We'd like to show you around. We know your time is limited, but you can show you at least some of the highlights! We'll take you to you places the wheelies have never seen here in Lemuria!'

I felt so flattered, so honoured by their invitation.

'You've been so kind and so generous with your time and I've already seen some amazing things and learned so much from just talking to you, or communicating with you, but tell me, why me? I'm a wheelie after all. Why are you being so friendly?'

'Ha-ha! Sadly, you are a wheelie, my love!' she said. 'Your lack of trust in us and in yourself is the first big giveaway, whatever about your strange looks!'

'You are our friend, Jordan. We believe in you!  Do you believe in you?'

I didn't know how to answer that. I wasn't sure any more if I did believe in me. I wasn't sure of anything any more. I mean, what did they mean? I was on the point of asking them what they meant  -  and now, on reflection, they probably knew what I was thinking anyway, because I forgot yet again to edit my thoughts -  when just at that very moment the two dolphins popped their heads out of the water, tumbled joyfully into the air and plunged elegantly back into the lake, just a few metres away from us.

As the clear, luminous water splashes against my face, I find myself gasping for breath. In a moment I am on my feet and back in Lucy's room, wiping my cheeks with the edge of a towel. She sits there, smiling, all agog at the edge of her armchair.

'I'm sorry!' she laughs, a glass of water in one hand and a tea-towel in the other.  'You were in a deep sleep! 'Twas like waking the dead! You must be exhausted!  Sorry for the rude awakening but it was the only way!'

'Is everything OK?'

'I have a client arriving in less than an hour. She couldn't rearrange.  But we still have time enough to do the recording while it's fresh in your memory if we start right now! OK with you? '                                                                        

                                                           

                

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