Still in October of that year, I was carried again to the same place where I visited previously. I saw myself at the center of the Golden Salon, in front of the Altar. I remained some instants standing in front of the small niche, observing the soft action of the golden rings, appreciating the scintillations that were given when they interpenetrated, remaining entirely intact. By reasons that I did not achieve to understand, as if the idea did not came from me, although I did not received any mental order, I was tried in placing my hands in the route of the "hoops". I rose my hands and interrupted the action of the rings.

Today when I am writing this report, I have the clear impression that I was impelled in doing it, perhaps by my invisible Guide.

Instantly sounded a siren, very high, echoing in the Salon as if there was a thousand of them. Very scared and finding myself irresponsible, I saw myself immediately in front of another tunnel, so long that I could not see the end. Without thinkinf, I dived in it, confident as who jumps in the open space in its front, in the darkness, wanting perhaps to run away from the great golden salon that at this point of the happenings frightened me as a nightmare.

The escape in this second tunnel was very fast, although knowing intimately, that I had gone through a great distance.

A light point arose in the immense darkness. It was increasing gradually until at my front everything was blue and of a intense light. Surprised, I realized that half of the blue was of a clear sea, glittering here and there pieces of interlaced sun, in its living surface. The other part was a clear blue sky, limpid, flooded by light in the morning.

. I let myself enchant by the blue, by the peace, as if I was hypnotized, having my vision fixed in a point of the sky. Little by little I was invaded by a very strange feeling which, reduced to the reality, is more or less as follows: I felt that in that point of the space in which I had my vision focused, were well-known Brothers. The certainty was something interior, spiritual, which was awaken. I found myself invaded by an indefinable longing that was blend with sadness waves, awaking an old feeling of tenderness, perhaps millenary.

For some moments I stayed immobile, feeling immensely heavy as if I was made of granite. When I managed to lower the eyes to the land, I saw in front of me, over the green great grass, stone statues lined aside, all looking at one only point in the space.

I realized then, being in the Easter Island, in the middle of the monumental sculptures as if I was one of them, I mean, as if I was inside, looking through their eyes. Soon after, I was dislocated from that primitive position, staying over, flying the inclined hillside covered of green, backwards to the sea, having a panoramic vision of that part of the Island.

All the sculptures stood in line, perhaps as at the beginning.

All these wonderful emotions transforming themselves in strong feeling are difficult to be described, they happen in seconds, are complex; they translate a thousand things without articulating a word. Perhaps it may be only a key.

People that unfold traveling in the space without the physical body, dislocated to unknown dimensions, where it seems that everything can happen, at the same time, in a incredible manner, but so real, so distant of the day by day and so close to the spiritual reality.

After eternal seconds, in which, I was bombarded by so many emotions and different sentiments from everyday, which only the spirit has the capacity of assimilating and comprehend, however very difficult to be described, I was brought back to the meeting location and I did not went back anymore to the Great Subterranean Salon in Matro Grosso State.