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Re: Reactive Current - Parallel RCL
« Reply #285 on: October 12, 2021, 08:35:55 PM »
1920s Champion brand, spark plug.

https://www.booksfact.com/archeology/the-coso-artifact-spark-plug.html

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« Reply #286 on: October 12, 2021, 08:52:03 PM »
Well, seeing that hexagonal shape around i also tend to believe it is modern.

Even if so, this is just one in the ocean of similar not-debunked artifacts.

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« Reply #287 on: October 12, 2021, 09:03:33 PM »
Well, seeing that hexagonal shape around i also tend to believe it is modern.

Even if so, this is just one in the ocean of similar not-debunked artifacts.


I have been looking at this kind of stuff since the 1970s, and there is no
"ocean of similar not-debunked artifacts".


This is not debunked either ... Captain nemos submarine !

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« Reply #287 on: October 12, 2021, 09:03:33 PM »
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Re: Reactive Current - Parallel RCL
« Reply #288 on: October 12, 2021, 09:05:04 PM »
What about the Bimini underwater city. Hoax or not.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QT9cIrUO8Ig

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« Reply #289 on: October 12, 2021, 09:09:52 PM »

I have been looking at this kind of stuff since the 1070s, and there is no
"ocean of similar not-debunked artifacts".


This is not debunked either ... Captain nemos submarine !

What. There has been more buried back or hidden than has been published.

You obviously did not study Michael Cremo's work and alike.

Father Crespo's collection..

Etc.

What about Yonagumi, are you calling that natural formation.

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« Reply #290 on: October 12, 2021, 09:15:07 PM »
There are real underwater cities in various places around the world.

I saw that "In search of" episode when it was new.
I have seen actual footage from the "Bimini wall" sight not just this "recreation" video.

Definitly could be / seem more like,  natural rock formations.

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« Reply #291 on: October 12, 2021, 09:16:15 PM »
Or what about this, BTW i sent Jack Churchward this case.

… A few years later Dr. Robert J. Menzies, director of Duke University’s Oceanographic Program, and his colleagues spotted and photographed carved rock columns resting on a muddy plain 6,000 ft. underwater, in the 600-mile-long Milne-Edward Deep, a trench off the coast of Peru.

Strange writing was carved on the columns and nearby, sonar detected strange lumps on the otherwise level bottom, indicative of possible building ruins. Menzies, from the research ship Anton Bruun, stated that the find suggested evidence of a sunken city, as reported in the New York Times, April 17, 1966.

https://blog.my-mu.com/pacific-proof-of-a-sunken-city/

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« Reply #292 on: October 12, 2021, 09:18:43 PM »
I seen Bimini wall footage too but that is not the same, this talks about actual city, pyramid etc. Totally different stuff.

So you believe in undersea cities, then don't dismiss there are out of place artifacts. Well, these undersea structures ARE such artifacts.

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« Reply #293 on: October 12, 2021, 09:59:11 PM »
I seen Bimini wall footage too but that is not the same, this talks about actual city, pyramid etc. Totally different stuff.

So you believe in undersea cities, then don't dismiss there are out of place artifacts. Well, these undersea structures ARE such artifacts.

                                                       NO !
                              I don't believe in under water cities. 

I know that there are, well documented and utterly undeniable underwater cities.

               The Bimini wall and Yonaguni, don't even begin to fall into that kind of a class.

   Have you seen this documentary below ...


P.S.
   this is all off topic...

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« Reply #294 on: October 12, 2021, 10:15:56 PM »
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I know that there are, well documented and utterly undeniable underwater cities.

Then be so kind and share those "undeniable underwater cities" with us.

What i shared so far is the best evidence of such cities as far as i know, i did not mention the one allegedly filmed by sonar on 700 meters near Cuba some 20 years ago...

Other proof i know of is only more deniable than these so i'd love to see your "undeniable" evidence.

Or maybe you confused a shipwreck with an underground city.

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« Reply #295 on: October 12, 2021, 10:38:29 PM »
Port Royal               Jamaica
Dwarka                    India
pavlopetri                Greece
Thonis-Heracleion    Egypt
Port Royal                Jamaica
Lapita                      Micronesia
Tiquina                     Bolivia

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« Reply #296 on: October 12, 2021, 10:54:14 PM »
Of course there are ruins underwater, i know few of those. Was just reading about Thonis i knew about for years...

https://www.arabnews.com/node/1898541/middle-east

But obviously, we are not talking 2000-3000 year old ruins of known civilizations that don't question the official history, but much older ones (altho Dwarka as far as i remember might be ~10,000 years old so it more less qualifies), we are talking Atlantis and Mu.

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« Reply #297 on: October 12, 2021, 11:27:34 PM »
Also https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frisland

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lshgOQdZQLo

Did massive island sink into the north Atlantic few hundred years ago?

We know small volcanic islands relatively often appear and disappear.

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« Reply #298 on: October 13, 2021, 07:02:56 AM »
Hale to Atlantis. Mother of civilazation.

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« Reply #299 on: October 13, 2021, 11:19:31 AM »
Skepticism about existence of Atlantis and Mu is only the result of lack of research.

Actually, Mu is much older, Atlantis is a later colony. I quote below almost a whole chapter from Thiaoouba Prophecy, one of the best contactee books, about daily life in Mu and it's destruction some 14,500 yeas ago.

Delving into the psychosphere

We followed Lationusi who led us into another part of the doko - the relaxation
area where one can relax completely and no external sound can penetrate. Here,
Latoli and two of the ‘elders’ left us. Lationusi, Thao, Biastra and I remained.
Thao explained that, because my psychic powers were not sufficiently
developed and refined, and, in order to participate in an important and very
special experience, I would be obliged to take a special elixir. It was a matter of
‘delving’ into the psychosphere, of the planet Earth at the time of the
disappearance of Mu, that is, 14 500 years ago, she explained.
My understanding of the term ‘psychosphere’ is as follows:

Around each planet, since its creation, is a kind of psychosphere or vibratory
cocoon, which turns at a speed seven times that of light. This cocoon acts as a
blotter, as it were, absorbing (and remembering absolutely every event
occurring on the planet. The contents of this cocoon are inaccessible to us on
Earth - we have no way of ‘reading the story’.

It is well known that, in the USA, researchers and technicians are employed to
develop a ‘time machine’ but, up to the present time, their efforts have been
without success. The difficulty exists, according to Thao, in adapting to the
vibrations of the cocoon, rather than to wavelengths. The human being,
comprising an integral part of the universe can, because of his Astral body and if
he is correctly trained, draw what knowledge he seeks from within the
psychosphere. Of course, great training is required for this. ‘This elixir will allow
you access to the psychosphere, Michel’.

All four of us made ourselves comfortable in a special bed. I was placed in the
centre of a triangle formed by Thao, Biastra and Lationusi. I was handed a goblet
containing a liquid, which I drank.

Biastra and Thao then placed their fingers lightly on my hand and my solar
plexus, while Lationusi put his index finger above my pineal gland. They told me
to relax completely and not be afraid, regardless of what happened. We would be
travelling in Astral body and I would be under their guidance and so, quite safe.
That time is engraved on my memory forever. The longer Thao spoke to me
softly and slowly, the less afraid I was.

I must confess however, that initially, I was very frightened. Suddenly, in spite
of my closed eyes, I was dazzled by the colours of the whole spectrum, which
danced and shone. I could see my three companions around me, radiant with
colour, but at the same time, translucent.
The village slowly blurred below us.

I had the bizarre impression that four silver cords attached us to our physical
bodies, which were assuming the proportions of mountains.

Suddenly, a flash of blinding white gold crossed my ‘vision’ and for some time
afterwards, I neither saw nor felt anything.

A ball, brilliant like the sun but silver in colour, appeared in space and
approached at an incredible speed. We hurried through, I should say, I hurried
through for, at that moment, I was no longer aware of the presence of my
companions. When I had penetrated this silvery atmosphere, I could make out no
more than the ‘fog’ that surrounded me. It’s impossible to say what time period
was involved but, quite suddenly, the fog dissipated, revealing a rectangular
room, with a low ceiling, in which two men sat cross-legged on marvellously
coloured cushions.

The walls of the room were of finely sculptured stone blocks, scenes of
contemporary civilisation, with clusters of grapes which seemed transparent,
fruits which I couldn’t recognise and animals too - some of which had human
heads. There were also human figures with the heads of animals.
I noticed, then, that my three companions and I formed a ‘unit’ that was a
gaseous mass, and yet we were able to distinguish each other.

‘We are in the main chamber of the Pyramid of Savanasa,’ said Lationusi. It was
incredible - Lationusi had not opened his mouth and yet he spoke to me in
French! The explanation came in a flash: ‘it’s true telepathy, Michel. Ask no
questions, all will unfold naturally and you will learn what you must know.’
(Since my duty, in writing this book, is to report on my experiences, I must try
to explain as clearly as possible that, in the state I was in at the time - my Astral
body had passed into the psychosphere - the words saw, heard and felt, were not
appropriate, merely useful, as sensations occur ‘spontaneously’ in a very different
way from that which we normally experience - and even from that which we
experience when we travel in Astral body.

Events occur rather as they do in a dream, and sometimes very slowly, other
times with a disconcerting speed. Afterwards, each thing seemed self-evident and
I learned later, this was because of the state I was in and because of the close
supervision that my mentors exercised over me.)

Very rapidly, I saw an opening in the ceiling of the room and, right at the end, a
star. I was aware that the two figures were exchanging ‘visible’ thoughts with the
star. From their pineal glands, streamed threads of what looked like silvery
cigarette smoke that passed through the opening in the ceiling and went to join
the star in distant space.

The two figures were perfectly immobile and, around them, floated a soft
golden light. I know, thanks to the constant tutelage of my companions, that
these figures not only couldn’t see us, but neither could they be disturbed by us,
since we were spectators in another dimension. I examined them more
attentively.

One of them was an old man with long white hair falling past his shoulders. On
the back of his head, he wore a skullcap of saffron-coloured fabric similar to that
worn by rabbis.

He was dressed in a loose-fitting, yellow-gold tunic, with long sleeves, which
enveloped him totally. In the position he sat, his feet were not visible but I ‘knew’
they were bare. His hands met, touching only at the fingertips and I could clearly
see little bluish flashes around his fingers, bearing testimony to the immeasurable
force of his concentration.

The second figure seemed to be about the same age, in spite of his shiny black
hair. Apart from the colour of his tunic, which was bright orange, he was dressed
in the same manner as his companion. So completely motionless were they that
they didn’t appear to be breathing.

‘They are in communication with other worlds, Michel,’ it was explained to me.
Suddenly, the ‘scene’ vanished, to be immediately replaced by another. A palace,
in the shape of a pagoda, with roofs covered in gold, stood before us with its
towers, its portals, its immense picture windows opening on to splendid gardens
and its enamelled pools in which the water of fountains gushed and fell, forming
rainbows under the rays of a sun at its zenith. Hundreds of birds flitted in the
branches of trees scattered throughout immense parks, adding splashes of colour
to an already magical setting.

People dressed in tunics of various styles and colours strolled in groups,
beneath the trees or near the pools. Some sat in meditation beneath floral bowers
specially provided for their comfort and shelter. The whole scene was dominated
by a structure that loomed in the distance beyond the palace - a gigantic pyramid.

I ‘knew’ that we had just left this pyramid and that I was now admiring the
marvellous palace of Savanasa, the capital of Mu.

Beyond the palace, in all directions, stretched the plateau Thao had spoken of.
A pathway, at least 40 metres wide, seemed to be made of a single stone block,
led out on to the plateau from the centre of the gardens. It was bordered by two
rows of massive shade trees interspersed with huge, stylised statues. On some of
these statues were hats, red or green, with wide rims.

We glided along this pathway amidst people on horseback and others riding
strange four-legged animals with heads resembling dolphins - animals to which I
had never heard any reference made: animals whose existence took me by
surprise.

‘These are Akitepayos, Michel, which have long been extinct,’ it was explained to
me.

This animal was the size of a very large horse, with a multi-coloured tail, which
he sometimes spread like a fan, similar to the tail of a peacock. Its hindquarters
were much broader than those of a horse; its body was of a comparable length; its
shoulders emerging from the body like the carapace of a rhinoceros; and its
forelegs were longer than its hindlegs. All of its body, except for the tail, was
covered in long grey hair. When it galloped, I was reminded of the way our
camels run.

I sensed quite strongly that I was being led elsewhere by my companions. We
quickly passed the people on their walks - very quickly, and yet I was able to ‘take
in’ and note a feature of their language. It was very pleasant to the ear and
seemed to comprise more vowels than consonants.

Immediately, we were presented with another scene, similar to a film, when one
scene is cut and another shown. Machines, exactly like the ‘flying saucers’ dear to
the writers of science fiction, were lined up in an immense field on the edge of
the plateau. People were disembarking and boarding the ‘flying machines’ that
took them to an enormous building, which no doubt served as an air terminal.
On the landing field, the flying machines emitted a whistling sound that was
quite tolerable to the ‘ear’. I was told that our perception of the sound and its
intensity was comparable with that of the people who were part of the scene
before us.

It struck me that I was witnessing the daily life of people who were remarkably
advanced, and who had been dead for thousands of years! I recall taking note also,
of the pathway beneath our ‘feet’ and realising that it was not one huge stone
block, as it appeared to be, but, in fact, a series of large flagstones, so precisely
cut and positioned that the joins were barely visible.

From the edge of the plateau, we had a panoramic view over an immense city
and seaport, and beyond, the ocean. Then, instantaneously, we were in a wide
street of the city, bordered by houses of varying sizes and architectural designs.
Most of the houses had terraces surrounded by flowers, where at times, we
glimpsed a very pretty species of bird. The more modest houses without terraces
had, instead, beautifully made balconies - also flower-filled. The effect was quite
delightful - like walking in a garden.

In the street, the people either walked or flew, about 20 centimetres above the
road, (standing) on small (circular) flying platforms that made no sound at all.
This seemed a very pleasant way to travel. Yet others rode on horseback.
When, at the end of the street, we found ourselves in a large town square, I was
surprised to see no boutiques or the like. Instead, there was a covered market
where ‘stalls’ displayed all manner of goods that the heart, or palate, might desire.
There were fish, among which I recognised tuna, mackerel, bonitoes and rays;
there was meat of many varieties as well as an incredible assortment of
vegetables. Most predominant however, were the flowers that seemed to fill the
area. It was clear these people delighted in flowers, which were either worn in the
hair or carried in the hands of everyone. The ‘shoppers’ helped themselves to
what they wanted, giving nothing in exchange - neither money nor anything
which might substitute. My curiosity drew our group into the heart of the
marketplace, right through the bodies of the people - an experience that I found
most interesting.

All my questions were answered as they occurred to me: ‘they use no money as
everything belongs to the community. No one cheats - communal life is perfectly
harmonious. With the passing of time, they have been taught to obey wellestablished
and well-studied laws that suit them very well’.

Most of these people were between 160 and 170 centimetres in height, with
light brown skin and black hair and eyes - very similar to our present day
Polynesian race. There were also some white people among them, larger in size,
about two metres tall, with blond hair and blue eyes and, in greater numbers,
some blacks. The latter were tall, like the whites, and appeared to be of several
‘kinds’, including one like the Tamils and another, strikingly like our Aborigines
in Australia.

We went down towards the port where vessels of all shapes and sizes were
moored. The quays were constructed from gigantic stones which I was ‘told’,
came from the Notora quarry in the south-west of the continent.
The entire port had been artificially made. We were able to see some
very sophisticated pieces of equipment in operation - ship-building equipment,
loading equipment machines carrying out repairs...

The vessels in port represented, as I have said, a huge range - from eighteenth
and nineteenth-century-style sailing ships to modern style yachts; from steam
boats to ultra modern hydrogen powered cargo vessels. The enormous ships at
anchor in the bay were the anti-magnetic, anti-gravitational vessels I’d been told about.

Out of action, they floated on the water: however, when carrying their several
thousand tonne loads, they travelled, at speeds of 70 to 90 knots, just above the
water - and that, without making any noise.

It was explained to me that the ‘classic’ vessels represented in the port, belonged
to people of distant lands - India, Japan, China - which had been colonised by
Mu, but which did not yet have the capacity to take advantage of technological
advance. In this regard, I also learned from Lationusi, that the leaders of Mu kept
secret much of their scientific knowledge, for example, nuclear energy, antigravitation
and ultra-sounds. This policy ensured that they maintained their
supremacy on Earth and guaranteed their security.

The scene was ‘cut’ and we found ourselves back on the landing field, looking
at a night view of the city. It was lit up, quite uniformly, by large globes, as was
The Path of Ra, the road which led to the palace of Savanasa. Globes positioned
in the sculptured colonnades along the avenue illuminated it, as though it were
day.

It was explained to me that these globes, which were spherical in shape,
converted nuclear energy into light and had the capacity to be working thousands
of years into the future without extinguishing. I confess I didn’t understand, but I
believed it must be so.

Another scene change - and it was daylight. The grand avenue and the palace
gardens had been invaded by crowds of people brightly dressed and there was an
enormous white ball attached to the top of the pyramid.

Apparently, the King, whom I had seen meditating in the pyramid, had died just
prior to the gathering of the crowd.

With much noise, the ball exploded and a unanimous cry of joy rose from the
people. This astonished me, as death usually inspires tears, but my companions
explained it as follows:

‘Michel! You don’t remember the lessons we taught you. When the physical
body dies, the Astral being is liberated. These people also know it and celebrate
the event. In three days time, the Astral body of the King will leave Earth to
rejoin the Great Spirit, for this King has conducted himself in an exemplary
manner during this final life on Earth, despite very difficult responsibilities and
tasks required of him.’

I had no answer and I felt ashamed of being caught out by Thao for my
forgetfulness.

Suddenly the decor changed again. We found ourselves on the front steps of the
palace. A huge crowd stretched before us for as far as the ‘eye’ could see, and,
beside us, was an assembly of dignitaries, including a figure dressed in the finest
attire imaginable. This was to be the new King of Mu.

Something about him drew my attention. He was familiar - it was as though I
knew him but didn’t quite recognise him, made up as he was. In a flash I had the
answer from Lationusi: ‘it’s me, Michel, during another life. You don’t recognise
me but you are aware of my astral vibrations in that body.’

In effect, Lationusi was experiencing the extraordinary within the extraordinary!
Lationusi was seeing himself living a previous life while he was still existing in his
present life!

From the hands of one of the dignitaries, the new King received a magnificent
head-piece which he put on himself.

A shout of joy rose from the crowd. The continent of Mu - the most highly
developed nation on the planet and ruler over more than half of it, had a new
King.

The crowd seemed delirious with joy. Thousands of small balloons, garnetcoloured
and bright orange, soared into the sky, and an orchestra began to play.
The musicians of the ‘orchestra’, who numbered two hundred at least, played
from stationary flying platforms located all around the gardens, the palace and the
pyramid. On each platform, a group of musicians played together on
indescribably strange instruments and in such a way that the sound was
distributed as though through gigantic stereophonic speakers.

The ‘music’ was not at all the music we are familiar with. Apart from a type of
flute that produced notes of a very special frequency, the instruments all
modulated the sounds of nature; for example, the howling wind, the hum of bees
in the flowers, the songs of the birds, the sound of rain falling on to a lake or of
the waves crashing on a beach. It was all so skilfully arranged - the sound of a
wave might originate in the gardens, roll towards you, pass over your head and
finish by crashing on the steps of the Great Pyramid.

I never would have imagined that human beings, no matter how advanced,
could accomplish such a feat as that orchestral arrangement.

The crowd, the nobles and the King seemed to ‘experience’ the music from
within their souls, so entranced were they. I would have liked to stay too, to listen
and listen more, to allow myself to be impregnated by this song of nature. Even
in my astral-psychospheric situation, the music ‘penetrated’ and the effect was
spell binding. I was ‘reminded’ that we were not there for the pleasure...The
scene vanished.

Immediately, I was witnessing an extraordinary meeting, presided over by the
King and restricted to his six advisers. I was told the matter was serious when the
King met only with these six.

The King had aged significantly, for we had leapt forward in time by twenty
years. Everyone present looked grave, as they discussed the technical worth of
their seismographs and I was able to understand it all within one-hundredth of a
second: I could follow the course of their discussions as if I was one of them!
One of the advisers was claiming that the equipment had, on occasions, proved
unreliable but there was no great cause for concern. Another stated that the
seismograph was perfectly accurate since that very model had proven itself at the
time of the first catastrophe, occurring in the west of the continent...

As they spoke, the palace began to tremble, like leaves on a tree in the wind.
The King rose, his eyes wide with surprise and fear: two of his advisers fell from
their seats. Outside, a great din seemed to come from the town.

The scene changed and suddenly, we were outside. The moon was full and
illuminated the gardens of the palace. All had become calm again - too calm. The
only sound heard was a dull rumbling, coming from the edge of town...

Suddenly, the servants ran from the palace and scurried in all directions. Several
of the columns supporting the globes that lit up the avenue lay on the ground -
smashed. Emerging quickly from the palace, the king and his ‘entourage’ climbed
on to a flying platform and headed immediately for the airport. We followed
them. Around the flying vessels on the field, and in the terminal, confusion
reigned. Some people were making a dash for the vessels, screaming and shoving.
The King’s flying platform moved quickly towards one of the vehicles that stood
apart from the others: he and his followers boarded it. Other craft were already
taking off, when a deafening sound rose from the depths of the Earth - a strange,
continuous sound like thunder.

The airfield suddenly ripped apart like a sheet of paper, and an enormous
column of fire enveloped us. The vessels that had just taken off were trapped in
the middle of the flames and exploded. The people who had been running on the
airfield were lost in the crevasse. The king’s vessel, still on the ground, caught fire
and exploded.

At this moment, as if the King’s death had been a signal, we saw the great
pyramid topple in a single block into the crevasse, which was extending along the
plateau, widening by the second. The pyramid had balanced for a moment on the
edge of the crevasse, then, with a violent shudder, it was swallowed into the
flames.

Again the scene changed. We had a view of the seaport and the town, which
seemed to undulate like waves on the ocean. Buildings began to collapse
accompanied by screams of terror in the scenes of horror that appeared and
disappeared among the flames.

Deafening explosions occurred, originating I learned, from deep below the
surface of the Earth. Entire ‘suburbs’ plunged into the earth; then huge pieces of
the continent followed suit. The ocean rushed in to fill the immense chasms
being created and suddenly, the entire plateau of Savanasa sunk into the waters,
like an enormous foundering liner, but much quicker. Powerful whirlpools were
formed and, within them, I could see people desperately clinging to wreckage,
trying in vain, to survive.

It was horrifying for me to witness such a cataclysm, even knowing that it had
occurred 14 500 years ago.

We began a very rapid ‘tour’ of the continent, finding everywhere, the same
disasters. Water rushed in gigantic waves over the remaining plains, submerging
them. We approached a volcano that had just erupted, and nearby, we saw rocks
begin to move with a regular motion, as though a gigantic hand was lifting them
above the lava flow and creating a mountain before our very eyes. This seemed
to take as little time in happening, as the plateau of Savanasa had taken to
disappear.

The scene vanished again, to be repeated by another.

‘We are arriving in South America, Michel, where the cataclysm has not yet had
effect. We’ll have a look at the coast here and the port of Thiacuano. In time,
we’ve gone back to just prior to the first tremor, when the King of Mu was
meeting with his advisers.’

We were on the quays of the large seaport of Thiacuano. It was night and a full
moon lit up the land, although quite soon it would set. In the east, a faint
lightening of the sky heralded the approach of dawn. All was quiet. Watchmen
patrolled the quays where numerous boats were moored.

A few rowdy revellers were entering a building on which a small night light
shone. Here, we could see some of the spherical globes of Mu - but just a few.
We flew over the canal, where several ships could be seen heading in the
direction of the inland sea (now Brazil).

Our group ‘came to rest’ on the bridge of a pretty sailing ship. A gentle breeze
coming from the west pushed the vessel from behind. It carried little sail, as it
negotiated a zone congested with numerous boats. There were three masts on
deck, quite modern in style, and of about 70 metres in length. Judging by the
shape of its hull, it would be capable of significant speed in open waters.
A moment later, we found ourselves in a large seaman’s cabin, furnished with a
good dozen bunks, all occupied.

Everyone was asleep, apart from two men of about thirty years of age, who, by
their physical appearance, probably came from Mu. They sat at a table, engrossed
in a game, which might well have been mahjong. My attention was drawn to one
of the pair - perhaps older than his companion - whose long dark hair was tied
back in a red scarf. I was attracted to him as a piece of iron is to a magnet and, in
an instant I was upon him, taking my companions with me.

As I passed through him, I felt an almost electric stimulation - and a sensation
of love, such as I had never felt before, invaded my being. I felt an indefinable
oneness with him and I passed through him again and again.

‘This is easily explained, Michel. In this man, you are reunited with your Astral
body. This is you, in one of your previous lives. However, you are here as an
observer and no purpose is served by trying to re-live this time. Do not get
involved.’

With regret, I ‘followed’ my companions back to the bridge.
Suddenly, in the distance to the west, a loud explosion was heard, then another
nearer. Still in the west, the sky began to glow. Closer still, amid much sharper
explosions, we watched the eruption of a volcano that lit up the western sky for
about a 30 kilometre radius.

On the canal and in the port, we were aware of a feverish agitation as cries rang
out and sirens sounded.

We heard running footsteps and the sailors from below spilled on to the bridge.
Among them, I could see the sailor who ‘wore’ my Astral body, just as frightened
as his companions and I felt an enormous wave of sympathy for the panicstricken
‘self’.

On the outskirts of the town, in the glow of the volcano, I saw a shining sphere
fly very rapidly up into the sky, and eventually, disappear from sight.
‘Yes, that was one of our spacecraft,’ explained Thao. ‘It will observe the
cataclysm from very high. There are seventeen people on board, who will do
what they can to help survivors, but this will be very little. Watch.’

The ground began to shake and rumble. Three more volcanoes surged from
beneath the surface of the ocean near the coast, only to be engulfed by the waters
as quickly as they had appeared. At the same time, it caused a tidal wave of about
40 metres in amplitude to surge towards the coast with an infernal noise. Before
it reached the town however, the land beneath us began to rise. The port, the
town and the countryside beyond - a whole section of the continent - rose
rapidly, blocking the assault of the waves. In order to see better, we rose higher. I
was reminded of a gigantic animal arching its back as it stretched, after extricating
itself from a burrow.

The cries of the people reached us as a Dantean screech. They were mad with
panic, for they were rising with the town, as though in a lift, and it seemed their
ascent would never stop.

The boats had been smashed to pieces on rocks hurled from the ocean, and I
watched as the sailor we had left behind was literally pulverised. One of my
‘selves’ had just returned to its source.

It seemed the Earth was completely remodelling its shape. The town
disappeared as thick black clouds rolled in rapidly from the west, showering the
land with lava and ash, spewed from the volcanoes. Two words of description
came to mind at that moment: ‘grandiose’ and ‘apocalyptic’.

Everything blurred and I felt my companions close around me. I was aware of a
silvery-grey cloud moving away from us at a dizzying speed and then Thiaoouba
appeared. I had the impression that we were pulling on the silvery threads, in
order to return quickly to our physical bodies that seemed to be waiting for us -
huge like mountains and shrinking as we approached.

My astral eyes appreciated the beauty of the colours here on this ‘golden’ planet,
after enduring the nightmares we had just left behind.

I felt the hands which were touching my physical body let go. Opening my eyes,
I looked around me. My companion stood up, smiling, and Thao asked me if I
was all right.

‘Very well, thank you. I am very surprised it is still light outside.’
‘Of course it is still light, Michel. How long do you think we were away?’
‘I really don’t know. Five or six hours?’

‘No,’ said Thao, amused. ‘No more than fifteen lorses - about fifteen minutes.’
Then each taking me by a shoulder, Thao and Biastra guided me out of the
‘relaxation chamber’, bursting with laughter at my dumbfounded air. Lationusi
followed, less exuberant in his amusement.


Few other good sources on Mu

http://the-ultimate-frontier.org/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKc-ZwdFBOM&list=PUreLYOqbP4a-mPzJxRtAHgw

In attachment Lemuria: The Lost Continent of the Pacific by Wishar Cervé and James Ward

 

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