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Authentiek geschrift gedateerd 13 februari 1943 [ en zo werd mij die naam "marlango"geopenbaard ] [ and thus I got acknowledge of that name "marlango" ] over de visionaire ervaring MARLANGO |
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Op het rode kartonnetje Last night I had a dream, most interesting. I was dreaming that I myself experienced what happened in a story which I was reading during and in that same dream. The story has been written upon a sheet of parchment that seemed to me to be very old. The incident in this tale itself too, has happened probably in ancient times, presumably in the days in which pharaos reigning over Egypt. - The place where it occured might have been somewhere in Africa. In any case it was a small country; it should have been only a hamlet on a modern map of Africa, being situated near the Nile, and called "Marlango". The "story" started with a description of the "Capital City" and dealt with the most peculiar fact that on a certain moment the whole country of Marlango has disapeared from the earth, what was incredible to anyone who has not experienced it himself. - Just when I started reading, I found myself in the queer position of being put back so many thousands of years , walking in one of the main streets of the Capital of that unknown "MARLANGO". With the greatest astonishment I happened to look around me and saw the most unexpected things. Buildings as airy as clouds and pearl coloured. Different means of conveyance which moved on noislesly; People, they must be "human beings", - dressed in the most fantastic clothing, carrying themselves in an undescribable gracious way, almost floating. Their conversation also was silent. I think that they were communicating only by transferring their thoughts in some mysterious way. Though not even a whisper was heard, there was great activity everywhere . At a given moment, entering an imposing building, almost entirely constructed of transparent material, I realised all of a sudden that I had actually come into an enormous modern meeting saloon. There I noticed several people of both sexes enjoying all possible sorts of physical treatment, while communicating ( it wasn't talking ) with one another. At he same moment that I wondered why I could not hear a single sound I suddenly heard everything. It was only strange the way it happened. I discovered I was not hearing in the true sense but absorbing with my mind and that I could only hear people so called "talking" by wanting to hear, to understand them. There was music too, perceptible only after having made up my mind to listen to it. That music was transmitted by a crystal rod in the centre of the saloon. ~~~~~~ naar -DE DROOM- een beschrijving in het Nederlands |
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Op het groene kartonnetje Suddenly my roving eyes rested upon a lovely creature. But while admiring her, she turned towards me and looked right away into my eyes. Then she blushed and I became aware that she was asking me a question in a telepathic way of these beings. She was asking me to refrain from saying such words of adoration to her in public. At first I was startled by it but then it became apparent to me that I too was "speaking" in their special fashion. I apologized using my voice ! ; but that made the whole community look at me with annoyance showing on their faces. Then their thoughts became quite intelligible to me -"what kind of a savage was standing over there, shouting to one of them as if that person might have been deaf". I became confused and falling back on the method of mental communication, sent off another message bearing the character of an even more humble apology which seemed to be favourably received by this astonishing female creature who acknowledged graciously that I was forgiven. It became clear to me that I had aroused her curiosity and that she would not object seriously to my trying to found a further contact. A sudden urge came over me as to ask her to be my guide showing me around explaining more about this curious surroundings. Without any hesitation she nodded yes with an amusing twinkling in her eyes and signated through thought-transference to me to wait outside where she would pick me up. How I got there I don't know, did I walk ?, did I hover ?; but there I was., in front of the building, not necessarely to wait till the moment to be picked up. That lovely little being was waiting for me in an airy looking, what should be called conveiance. It looked like a car, but I could not believe that such an airy thing could bear my earthly body.My doubt was true. Trying to sit down I landed on my buttocks on the street. With a cheerful laugh that "she" let me know that not believing that this carriage is not hoax, such could happen to me. In a second effort "believing" I succeeded, asking "for Heaven's sake where am I ?".The answer "You are 'NOT somewhere, but you are experiencing MARLANGO".[Opm.: En zo werd mij die naam MARLANGO geopenbaard.] Then me was made clear that my experience now was over and that I had to go back to where I came from, at the same time perceiving the MARLANGO SYMBOL and found myself in its kernel, regaining consciousness and finding myself, distracted, back on my reed mat in my cel in the POW camp Batavia. |
