| MARS |
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| After my first visit to Mars -- which was the "gift" experience described on the Visited Planets page -- I was inspired to develop the soul projection technique outlined on the Visited Planets page to return to the Red Planet. I wanted to know more about the culture there and what was happening with the soldiers and the freedom fighter monks. After a period of trial and error, I eventually hit upon the technique that worked for me. Using it I traveled to Mars several times and never ran into the obstacles I encountered with some of the other planets. One of my first impressions upon arrival was that the vibratory frequency |
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| On closer inspection, however, I could see that at this level the icecaps were larger than we perceive them at earth’s level, and that both caps were surrounded by belts of blue-green vegetation that turned into Savannah and eventually desert about a third of the way to the equator. The remaining vast area in the middle of the planet was mostly lifeless, mountainous desert, sort of like on the picture here, but under a yellowish sky. I received the impression that temperatures here ranged from very hot in the desert to chilly near the icecaps. Most of the time it seemed to be windy, with airborne sand particles forming the dust that gave the |
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| During one of my visits I was flying over stretches of flat desert and rocky canyons when I came upon a city at the desert's edge. Although the sun was shining it was kind of dusky, like on this picture, due to the grit in the air. The wind was piling up red sand against the walled gardens of the wealthy as well as the run-down tenements of the poor. Viewing this stark |
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| During another visit I met one of the freedom fighter monks who awaited me in orbit above Mars in her soul form. She told me her name was Laialong and took me to a mountain redoubt in the middle of the desert. It looked somewhat like this picture, except that the rock was rust red and the grass more yellow than green. Instead of trees there were stunted shrubs called nontaruk with spiky purple |
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| leaves. According to Laialong the monks lived in large caves along the cliffs, raising meat animals and crops irrigated by water from hidden springs. Laialong looked as human as anyone I knew, except that her skin color had more of an olive cast to it than we see here on earth. She explained that the military had an iron grip on the population and that the freedom fighters weren't faring so well in their effort to overthrow them. But at least their remote oasis hadn't been discovered yet, and they were able to live here in relative freedom and peace. |
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| The majority of the soldiers I saw in other visits were black, from which I concluded that the black race was dominant on Mars. Just as with the olive-skinned race, they looked as human as the people on earth. Uniformed, they carried weapons and patrolled the streets in armored vehicles, some of which were magnetic hovercraft. One time I happened upon a war scene, where a battle was being fought in the middle of a city. Hovercraft |
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