Three years have passed. We are in December of 1985 and I am restarting my journeys outside the physical body. Due to the concentration breakage that many times happens when the team gathers, by the coordinators of the jobs suggestion, I went to a little room aside for concentration.

I started to sight a small spaceship in a disk form, stopped in the air on the patio of the Club Vitória, where we had our temporary headquarters.

Instantly, this picture was substituted by a great panoramic of the Easter Island and I suddenly found myself in the great golden pantheon, in Mato Grosso State underground. Until this moment I had not noticed the presence of anybody, however, still in that Pantheon it was inserted in my mind a password formed by three words, for me, unknown. Here they are: AHOR, SHAVANI, SHIVISHINU.

I realized after that the password acted like a key because, soon after I have captivated the password, with the speed of the thought, I was transposed to the Easter Island, with a mental reference of being at more or less 30.000 years B.C.

The sky was splendidly blue and was being cut by spaceships that over flied the island. I also saw those gigantic sculptures floating in the space, following determined way, being transported for an area previously designated in the island. The ships that loaded them generated a field without gravity around of the gigantic statues, making possible that work.

The unused scene would amaze any one who knew the real size of the monuments and that did not know which mechanisms those "men" used to maintain them in the air in a excess of 200 meters of altitude.

After this show, I made a flight next to the hillside of a mountain, where I saw a sculpture being sliced with the help of a "ray of reddish light".

I captivated in the local psycho sphere, emanations of the thoughts of the primitive inhabitants of the island and understood that the sculptors of the statues were considered magicians. Intimately, I felt that these magicians were not primitive inhabitants of our Planet, although they remained there for a long time already, perhaps between 50 to 100 terrestrial years.

After some instants that I do not know how to count because time in another dimension is different from our - five minutes here correspond more or less to some four hours in the 4th dimension - I was carried back to the golden Salon in Mato Grosso. This time, they supplied myself with another "key" that I could not translate in words, as previously.

It opened ahead a passage that finished in the bottom of a lake, as if it was made of glass and I looked from the bottom to the surface. It saw the sunshine crossing the water in direction to the bottom, transformed in green-emerald scintillations.

I went up to the surface, crossing the compact mass of water without feeling wet and again I was at Easter Island.

In this same day still during the travel in a field of the Island, I stopped an instant looking to the sea and the sky but my mind twirled full of inquietudes and doubts. It felt a great apprehension regarding the development of the work that I was accomplishing, I found myself unable. It thought, who knows other more intelligent spiritual medium with good memory and more physics and mathematical knowledge's could captivate and translate better all that he could see. Thought yet, that was a great responsibility for me and I was not at the height of that magnificent work. I imagined that when interpreting wrongly a symbol or even a sensation, the task would be pledged.

These thoughts came afloat as if I was talking to someone, but I did not see anybody with me, however I knew in my intimate that, at least a spiritual guide would hear me.

After I thought a lot and lowered me as much as I could, perhaps in the hope of the responsible persons of that work speaking to me: "yes, really you do not serve us, we will search other channel - inclusive one that is not so lazy", I felt my head lighter, and the negative thoughts started to rotate, fly and disperse completely. Without giving any minor attention to my arguments, they resumed to lumber my head with new information, without any ceremony.

With a brand new mind as we are used to say, I found myself next to a place in the island that is called "Navel of the World".

They talked to me about the "Seven Moais", this is the denomination of the sculptures. They were as "Seven Keys", which, rotated in a certain pre-established form created on the stone of the "Navel of the World" a "force field" with passage to another dimension or facilitating a way to cross great distances in fractions of seconds, I do not know how to explain it perfectly.

They told me, that each stone head worked more or less similar to a safe secret and that all of them rotated adequately would make the "force field" work.

In that day, before returning to the meeting location I made a prayer thanking God for the fantastic travel that I had performed and for the received revelations. Only then I returned to my physical body finding him as of habit sitting at the table of reunions.