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I settled back and tried to get a sense of Earth being After a moment of considering these little dunes: "But between the Sun and Moon—and slowly began to have _ there is not supposed to be any wind on the Moon, is images of rising upwards from Earth until | could see its — there? No atmosphere?... Yet, | can sense something curvature. like atmosphere... I'm getting a little confused. Let's As | had already learned from our efforts to get __ take a break." psychically to Jupiter, the Sun looks much smaller to my Was | mistaken? Axelrod seemed to be looking at me psychic senses than it does when we eye-ball it on _ in arather strange way, as if swallowing a desire to speak. Earth. Seen psychically, and if seeming smaller, at least "Well," | went on, "what they actually look like are like three "envelopes" of some kind are clearly visible rows of largish tractor tread-marks. But I don't around the solar star. understand how this could be, so they must be In any event, I tried psychically to head away from the something I don't understand. They are just marks of Sun, toward the Moon. This now looked larger than it some kind. Strange, though." does when eye-balling it. I had no problem getting I was silent fora moment. "Axel, do you want—well, there. Slowly, at first, it grew larger am I supposed to try to see metals or and larger and then swiftly filled my something here, or what? I'm just psychic vision completely—a whitish near this cliff here; it has a kind of thing, with grays, darks and, w " shiny quality to it, something like surprisingly, a lot of yellows in it. Well, I went on, obsidian..." Suddenly I was kind of sucked "what they actually Axel answered: "No, we can go on to the next coordinate-ordinate now." "Give me a moment," | asked, "then into/toward it faster, as if in a gravity free-fall. Next, | had the sensation of look like are like peng: next to some pumice-like rows of largish " my Signal lay ia me." ‘i rocks. wrote down the next coordinate- "Okay," | whispered to Axel, "I can tractor tread- ordinate. The cliff vision faded, and in see hese rocks and some dust, so | marks. But! don't a few moments | as clearly at guess | must be here. Give me your another place, which I cou ardly first Moon coordinate, preceding it understand how believe was on the Moon. “I'm sorry, with the word ‘Moon'." this could be, Re) Axel, | seem to have gotten back to Earth here..." "Why do you think that?" he asked. "Well, there are...some..." | stopped. I looked at Axel. “Maybe we better take a break, a little coffee, and then we can try again." "Okay, but what did you see?" "| have no idea. But whatever it was, it couldn't be on the Moon." I wrote down "Moon" and the coordinate-ordinate and nothing happened. | was still where I had touched down. "Give it again, more slowly,” I asked. He did so, and I experienced a blurred kind of vision, a sense of zooming across a plain, some mountains—and then into darkness, which surprised me. Then, slowly, as if adjusting to a So we had coffee and chatted kind of night vision, | could begin up this and that. Axel, for the to perceive formations. And | realized what had first time, seemed somewhat nervous. In about fifteen they must be something | don't understand. They are just marks of some kind." happened. minutes, we got back to it. I went through the same "This coordinate," | asked, "is it on the dark side of the process of going away from the Sun until I was at the Moon? Yes, it must be." Moon. I began trying to make sense of the impressions | was "Okay, give me that coordinate-ordinate again.” acquiring. "Well, | seem to be near a cliff of some kind. He did. I wrote it slowly down, making sure | made no It goes upward quite high, made of some kind of dark error in doing so. I became aware of a greenish haze, rock. There is whitish sand, a fluffy kind of sand. Away which is what I had seen before. This time | decided to from the cliff formation there is a broad expanse of _ go for it, for better or worse. some kind. There are some patterns in the sand, or "Well, | am in a place which is sort of down, like in a whatever it is—not quite like sand." crater | suppose. There is this strange green haze, like a “What do the patterns look like?" Axel interjected. light of some kind. Beyond that, all around is dark He was not supposed to intrude with questions. But though. I am wondering where the light is coming he had, so I went with it. from..." “Well {I now closed my eyes], sort of like little tufts or I jolted to a stop again. dunes, as if the wind had made a kind of pattern." After a moment, Axel prodded. "Yes, what else?" "Well," | went on, "what they actually rows of largish tractor tread- this could be, so they must be something | don't understand. They understand. They are just marks of some kind." NEXUS ¢ 57 look like are like marks. But I don't understand how AUGUST - SEPTEMBER 2010 www.nexusmagazine.com