Excerpt of... (part 8)

[Guest guest]

‘The Russians have already photographed the Aura.

This is the beginning, but the results obtained allow

them only to read the first two letters of the

alphabet, as it were, in comparison with what we are able

to decipher. The reading of the Aura in order to

heal the physical body is nothing compared with what

such a reading can achieve for the psychic body, or

the physiological body. It is in the area of the

psyche that, on Earth, your greatest problems

exist.<br><br>‘At the moment, most responsibility is taken for the

physical body, but this is a serious mistake. If your

psyche is poor, it will influence your physical

appearance accordingly, but, regardless, your physical body

will wear out and die one day, whereas your psyche,

being part of your Astral body, never dies. On the

contrary, the more you cultivate your mind, the less you

will be burdened by your physical body and the quicker

you will proceed through your cycle of

lives.<br><br>‘We could have brought you to our planet in Astral

body, but instead, we have brought you here in physical

body - and for an important reason. I see you already

understand our reason. This pleases us and we thank you for

your willingness to assist us in our task.’<br><br>The

Thaora stopped talking and seemed to lapse into thought,

at the same time, fixing me with his luminous eyes.

I cannot say how much time elapsed. I know my state

became more and more euphoric and I was aware that the

Auras of the seven personages were gradually changing.

The colours became more vivid in places, softer in

others, while the outer edges became misty.<br><br>This

mist became more golden and pink as it spread,

gradually blurring the seven figures. I felt Thao’s hand on

my shoulder.<br><br>‘No, you are not dreaming,

Michel. It’s all quite real.’ She spoke very loudly and,

as if to prove her point, she pinched my shoulder so

hard, she left a bruise that could be seen for several

weeks.<br><br>‘Why did you do that? I would not have thought you

capable of such violence, Thao.’<br><br>‘I’m sorry,

Michel, but sometimes strange means are employed. The

Thaori always disappear - and sometimes appear in this

manner - and you might have thought it part of a dream.

I am entrusted with the task of ensuring that you

recognise what is real.’<br><br>With these words, Thao

pivoted me around and I followed her, as we departed by

the same route we had come.<br><br>- end of chapter -