"At his house in R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu lay dreaming..." with this powerful intriguing phrase, H.P. Lovecraft drew thousands of readers into his controversial "Mythos" of the Old Ones, the Elder Gods, and pre-human races which had left their impact on our planet in ages lost beyond the recall of certain fictional magical books, such as the ever-present Necronomicon.
Debate rages to this very day around the grains of truth that may have fueled the powerhouse of Lovecraft's fiction, even though the New Englander scoffed at the occult. But the fact of the matter is that certain parts of the world contain hints of strange activity having taken place during times before our historical records.
Mysterious Polynesia
Our image of Polynesia has been colored by images of tropical beauty, Paul Gaugin's escape from the decadent west to pristine Tahiti and its dusky beauties, the island-hopping exploits of the U.S.
Marines during World War II, and other more or less fixed perceptions.
Archaeologists have ascribed Nan-Matol to Polinesian builders. However, there is no proof that Polynesian builders crafted such an impressive metropolis, or that there should have ever been a population of that size on Pohnpei. Occultists, following the Theosophical hard line, associate the gargantuan ruins with the legendary lost continent of Lemuria.
Occultists and believers in lost continents have given us a wealth of details about submerged lands such as Lemuria, the primeval continent whose bulk occupied most of the South Pacific. Theosophists, for example, tell us that the Lemurians were one of the "root races" which peopled the world before our own brand of humanity appeared on the scene; controversial authors such as Denis Saurat and Hans Bellamy describe Lemuria as a smoke-enveloped volcanic landscape of raging volcanoes and sulphurous lakes, peopled by giant, troll-like beings with hides rather than skin, and equipped with three eyes. These monsters later "evolved" into our early forebears. Philosophical musings about ur-races abound and are easily dismissible. But what does one make out the evidence that a clearly developed civilization existed in that part of the world long ago?
Faber Kaiser and his team of Spanish investigators realized that the most basic question regarding Nan Matol was how could anyone move almost half a million blocks of basalt to this location. Their exploration turned up a number of tunnels, walls measuring some four hundred feet in length, canals and tombs. Interviews with local inhabitants revealed the widely held belief that the tunnels, which have never been explored adequately, lead to underwater locations in which fabulous treasures have been concealed. While this can be dismissed as the usual wishful thinking that accompanies every story of a lost city, there is evidence that the Japanese military extracted a considerable amount of platinum during its wartime occupation of Pohnpei.
Stories of giant human bones are also associated with Nan Matol. An early source The Story of Nan Madol, The Atlantis of the Pacific by Bill S. Ballinger, continues the story of what the Japanese found during their mandate of the Caroline Islands, stating that very ancient bones, much larger than those corresponding to normal human dimensions, had been unearthed in 1928. This detail, suspicious at first, is confirmed by the native belief that the tenants of Nan Matol had been three distinct races of giants: a human-like species, capable of flight, a simian race of giants who could also fly, and lived beneath the sea, and a third strain of "megagiants" who could best be described as worker-drones who labored beneath the sea.
The giant legend doesn't stop there, either. As late as 1910, western scholars noted the proliferation throughout Polinesia of the belief in a cannibalistic race of giants called the Kona. "Proof" of their existence can be found in the presence of massive tomb-slabs which have never been investigated.
Further research uncovered the local legend of Olosipe and Olosaupa, the magical twins responsable for the building of the basalt city. The twins were engineers, builders, and magicians who had mastered the secret of transporting matter through the air (the power which enabled Merlin to build Stonehenge, in the legends of the Arthurian cycle), bringing in very large blocks of basalt from distant lands. Their magnificent, ocean-girt city was linked by tunnels to certain locations in Asia.
Easter Island
Easter Island, the enigmatic volcanic island off the coast of South America, has been the focus of many magazine articles and reviews in recent years. Nevertheless, many of these treatments have ignored the clearly paranormal phenomena surrounding this curious piece of real estate in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean.
Aside from the immutable visage of the Sphinx as it looks over the sandy plains of Gizeh, no other stone effigy (or effigies) can be more memorable that the giant moais of Easter Island, which have been drawn, photographed and cartooned in publications all over the world since the dawn of the century. The long nosed, dark-browed basalt monoliths stare impassively out at the vastness of the Pacific as if awaiting a long-delayed arrival, or longing for a time gone by.
Easter Island has been provided an abundant quarry for all manner of speculation--an oddly productive scenario for cryptoarchaeologists and cryptoanthropologists as well as the odd UFO expert. Figures of distinction like Thor Heyerdahl brought Easter Island to the forefront of world attention in the wake of his expeditions to the island, but otherwise, Easter Island has remained another mythical destination in the minds of armchair travelers, the place with the ominous stone statues.
The enigmatic moais made the news in recent months: an exhibit on Easter Island held in Barcelona, Spain during September 1995 coincided with the fiercest storms in the city's history, leaving one person dead and many more injured in its wake. As the ten foot tall statue was being transported to the museum on a flatbed truck, it toppled to the ground, suffering slight damage. Talk of a curse began making the rounds among the nervous citizenry.
Is there indeed a strange energy surrounding these monoliths? A power which isn't evil, but nonetheless far from good? More importantly, is this curse still active?
The fact remains that Easter Island has claimed the lives of a number of researchers who sought to get to the bottom of its mysteries. In the early 1900's, Katherine Routledge, one of the first women researchers to visit the island, was afflicted by a strange madness resulting from terrible nightmares; Mac Millan Brown, another investigator, perished in a similar fashion. Max Bunster, a Chilean researcher, was apparently murdered in his own home by an unknown assailant who beat him to death with a small stone moai which formed part of his collection. Unfortunate coincidences, or clues to an awful reality?
Spirits do roam Easter Island. Another Spanish expedition, led by researcher Antonio Ribera, camped at the feet of the Akivi moai one evening to carry out psychophonies--the recording of spirit voices, a popular channel of investigation among European paranormalists. After the session had concluded, and the researchers had gone to sleep in their slumber bags, the otherwise pleasant Polynesian night turned into something less agreeable.
The five members of Ribera's group claimed to hear the padding of bare feet outside their tents, yet there was nothing to be seen when they got up to inspect. Soon, all became aware of a slow, monotonous chanting, emanating from somewhere in the darkness between the Akivi moai and a nearby hilltop. An archaeologist in the group, who had managed to fall asleep in spite of the strange activity around him, suddenly felt the vise-like grip of a hand seizing his shoulder. Terrified, he managed to say: "I'm a friend!" Turning his head slowly, he very nearly fainted when he realized that no mortal hand had latched on to his shoulder. The pressure gradually subsided.
`This is how a statue of me came to be sculpted. It was finished and ready to be transported on one of the enormous platforms that serviced the length and breadth of the country, terminating always in Savanasa. The Master of the time erected these statues either in the King's gardens or along the path that led to the pyramid. Unfortunately, when the statue representing me, along with several others, was about to be transported, a cataclysm occurred which destroyed the continent of Mu. `However, Holaton was partially spared. When I say `partially', you must realize that the quarries had been ten times as extensive as the vestiges that remain today. The part that wasn't swallowed up in the cataclysm was the area where my statue stood. `My stylised image is thus preserved on Easter Island. When you told me you had dreamed of me in the form of a statue on Easter Island and I confirmed that I was, you thought I was being metaphorical, but that was only half right. You see, Michel, certain dreams, and yours most definitely, are influenced by lacotina. This is something for which there is no corresponding word in any Earth language. It is not necessary for you to understand the phenomenon, but, under its influence, it is a true dream.' Thao ended her account at that point, flashing her familiar smile and adding: ‘If you have difficulty remembering all that, I will help you in good time.' With that, she rose, and we all did likewise.
chapter 8
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 p-ychic 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)( - Addition of Editor in agreement with the Author) - 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'. (the tibetans call it the akasha - rø-remark) 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 required for this. (‘great training’ - many people experience accidental contact with the psychosphere during dreams. Visions of heliographs, architecture and Nature are quite frequent. Great knowledge and practice are required to control the access to the information from the psychosphere. Editor's note based on explanations of the Author) ‘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 center of a triangle formed by Thao, Biastra and Lationusi. I was handed a goblet containing a liquid, which I drank.
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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 colors of the whole spectrum, which danced and shone. I could see my three companions around me, radiant with color, 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 color, 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 colored cushions. The walls of the room were of finely sculptured stone blocks, scenes of contemporary civilization, with clusters of grapes which seemed transparent, fruits which I couldn't recognize 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’' true t-lepathy, 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-colored 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 color 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 color to an already magical setting. People dressed in tunics of various styles and colors 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.
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I 1knew' 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 center 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-colored 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 d-ad for thousands of years! I recall taking note also, of the pathway beneath our `feet' and realizing 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) - Comments of the Editor based on the explanation of the Author.) 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 recognized 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 well-established and well-studied laws that suit them very well'. Most of these people were between 160 and 170 centimeters in height, with light brown skin and black hair and eyes - very similar to our present day Polynesian r-ce. There were also some w-ite people among them, larger in size, about two meters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes and, in greater numbers, some b-acks. The latter were tall, like the wh-tes, 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 colonized 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 s-cret much of their scientific knowledge, for example, n-clear energy, anti-gravitation and ultra-sounds. This policy ensured that they maintained their supremacy on Earth and guaranteed their s-curity. 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 nu-lear 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 w-ite ball attached to the top of the pyramid. Apparently, the King, whom I had seen meditating in the pyramid, had d-ed just prior to the gathering of the crowd.
