CHAPTER 3

Easter Island

It's just 18 km² of arid lands, originated from the eruptions of four volcanoes, today inactive.

Belonging to Chile, it is the land portion inhabited most isolated of the remaining of the humanity, in the Planet. Any nearer land is in a distance from 3000 to 3200km, because of this, Easter Island people call themselves the "navel of the world"; it is of an immense loneliness, surrounded by the southern dangerous waters of Pacific Ocean.

This small piece of land from Oceania was discovered, by chance, by the Dutch admiral Jacob Roggeven, exactly in an Easter Sunday of 1772; later, it was later re-baptized by the Spanish, with the name of the protective saint of their emperor, proceeding consisting in their nautical maps as São Carlos Island. Nowadays, the natives designate it as Rapa-Nui.

In the following years, from its discovery, this island was visited by many other foreigners, European and American, which although being called "civilized", in the slave's search working they decimated lots of islanders.

Due to such events and more, the barrier of the native language itself, what left remained of the oral traditions and writings got practically lost.

The Easter Island is the land of the "Moais", gigantic sculptures, built with volcanic rocks that defy the science and the fantasy, when they try to explain them with the arguments and ideas purely terrestrial.

Their dimensions and weights are variable, going from three to ten meters of height, some with dozens of tons. Done with relatively fragile material, the petrified volcanic lava, had to be dislocated with great care and with the hands, as there were no machines for that end in that time. Such feat to the light of the reason is entirely impossible, taking in consideration the nature of the terrain that is rough and stony.

They are hundreds of gigantic men dispersed by the small surface of the island, being in the whole, little more than a thousand. Always having in the face the same expression seeming to watch the horizons since the beginning of times, with a distant and serene look.

Colossal, imposing, unfathomable. A lot was and is being studied about them and, however, they continue to be one of the most inexplicable mysteries of the planet.

During millenniums moais were protected of the remaining humanity, by their lost location in the Pacific's South. The natives believe in a strong superstition that, in the bases of the moais lives the spirits of the dead, vindictive when they are disturbed in their rest.

The primitive inhabitants of the island tell that, the history of the moais is the same history of themselves, in other words, they came from a predestined island that disappear under waters. In the summit of their development, these people built the moais to homage their Kings, wise and priests. In their decadence, with a population grown in surplus, gone mad by the hunger, they became even cannibals.

Wars came that confronted the people with the established government which, massacred, interrupted the construction of moais.

And this is, concisely, the history of the occupation of the island, transmitted from generation to generation for thousands of years, and there is a very singular fact, whenever they count this history, they tell that the monumental sculptures were transported, from the bases of the volcanoes where they where built, to artificial platforms where indeed they are, by the "mana", a supernatural power that the king owned, as it was enough that he looked at the moai to lift it, to transport and land it in the wished place. It seems pure fantasy, but how to know the truth?

The studies accomplished about the past of this island leave countless matters without answers, until today. How they were able, and what was the reason in the build of gigantic stones sculptures, visible from all the surface of the island, without any metal instruments? How were they able in transporting them, if they did not dispose of means of transportation? The surface of the island is undressed of woodlands or forests, being the very rare trees of little size, so that they could have been knocked down for the construction of "drag cars".

How did the natives of the most solitary island of the world developed an own writing, regardless of the rest of the world and even today undecipherable? It was constituted of a series of signals, engravings with shark's teeth, in wooden boards - the "eloquent boards", in the local language. When the first Catholic priests that initiated the evangelization of the island, noticed the existence of this writing, considered it a heresy just as the rest of their culture and determined its destruction.

Some few were safe and are preserved, about twenty, spread by several countries museums.

The reports that are followed, brings a particular interpretation from the spiritual medium, which saw the tip of the curtain of the past of the Easter Island be lifted, in several travels in astral body.

Go with him in his incredible ride and good journey.

 

My first unfolding happened as a "float in the darkness". Only a sensation of roaming in the space, outside the time, without limits notion, like an astronaut for the first time outside the protection of the ship. Today I know that I was being trained for more lasting, consciously made flights, bringing to our working team, the Group of Ramatis Studies, the fruits of my extrasensory observations.

I traveled outside of the physical body and after floating for seconds in the darkness, I felt carried to the entrance of a tunnel. On the door of the tunnel, before I went in, I was asked without hearing any voice, if I was ready to prosecute.

Before however, in the continuation of this narrative, I am going to try to explain, that the "voice without sound" was like an intuition. It arises inside the mind and I am sure that they are talking with me, although in many times, I cant see the agent, I mean, the owner of the voice.

Continuing my space adventure, I felt that they gave me a time to think and to give the answer. I did not accept the invitation, I felt fear, I did not see anybody with me, in spite of knowing that I was not alone.

Suddenly then, I was back to the local of the meetings, sitting down at the table. That happened in October 1982; on a Monday; in the Spiritualist Group Servants of Jesus'; in a temporary headquarter in Bento Ferreira.

The week went by normally. In the next Monday, at the same local, I traveled trough space again. I at first floated in the darkness, and soon after I saw at my front Brazil's geographical map. A part highlighted. It was Mato Grosso state region. It arose in the space a special point and then I was carried in a stupendous speed, in the direction of the marked location.

There arriving, I recognized in being the mouth of the tunnel or grotto that I had been previously seen.

At this time I did not have fear, having in mind what we had talked in the Group of Ramatis Studies, concerning about of the spiritual protection given by the Mentors of the House, when they led spiritual mediums in astral body for the performance of some task.

We initiate the course by the tunnel and arrived fast to a great subterranean chamber. There was a yellowish light, or this light was the reflex of the golden walls? Nothing I can affirm, I only know that there was no focus of ostensible light, it was as if the brightness existed as the atmospheric air, a light mass without defined source.

The salon was very large, perhaps some 600 m², and had the format of a regular polygon with more or less 20 sides, I did not have time to count.

From the floor to the roof, I imagine that there were some 5 meters of height. There was no central column; the floor was flat of a yellowish tonality, with a light brightness.

The silence was majestic. No smell in the air, perhaps I neither breathed, do not know. Now that I am describing the environment is that I got myself awarded if I was breathing or not.

It observed everything from a point to other of the salon and noticed that there were no furniture, except for a small altar, over a relatively big base, formed by three steps, measuring about 2 meters of length by 3 meters of height.

I walked to the altar; I went up the three steps, being a platform of more or less 1,30 meter by 4 meters. The bottom of the altar seemed to be a table of 2 meters of length by 1 meter of height and some 50 centimeters of depth.

In the front extremities, of each side, existed in the location of the feet, small golden columns sustaining a front part, perfectly balanced in its dimensions with a central circle.

Inside the small covered niche, three hoops of gold where moving as in slow motion, silently, in the most perfect harmony. They were circular movements, as if each hoop had a central axis. Beyond of this rotation action, they oscillated from a side to another, as if the three were prisoners to an invisible central axis. And more interesting yet, I noticed that the hoops had the same size and that were crossed each other when they were in their movements, as if they where not matter but projections. They had the thickness of a common pencil.

That strange and magic structure resembled a atom as we see drawn in the books, only that there was nothing at the center.

They passed me the impression that the structure worked since the beginning of times.

I remained a long time contemplating the action of the rings until when I was brought back to the local of the meetings.

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