Lehal Library

la about fifteen minutes we got back to it. I went through the same process of going away from the Sun until I was at the Moon, "OK, give me that coordinate-ordinate again." He did. I wrote it slowly down, making sure I made no error in doing so. I became aware of a greenish haze, which is what I had seen before. This time I decided to go for it, for better or worse. "Well, I am in a place which is sort of down, like in a crater I suppose. There is this strange green haze, like a light of some kind. Beyond that, all around is dark though. I am wondering where the light is coming from . . .". I jolted to a stop again. After a moment, Axel prodded. "Yes, what else?" "Well, you won't like this, I guess. I see, or at least think X see, well - . . some actual lights. They are giving off a green light ... I see two rows of them, . . ., yes, sort of like lights at football arenas, high up, banks of them. "Up on towers of some kind . . .". I gave up here. "Well, Axel, I can't be on the Moon. I guess I have to apologize, I seem to be getting somewhere here on Earth." Axel stared at me for a moment. He was NOT smiling or looking sympathetic or tolerant. I thought it was all over with. "You're sure you see Lights, actual lights?" he finally asked. "Well, I see lights! But how can they be on the Moon?" Axel had a pencil in his hands, which he was twirling around and around. His not-smile developed into a frown. "Shit," he finally uttered, and broke the pencil in half. I was quite surprised and fully expected him to stand up and leave the room in dismay at my remote-viewing flub. But he did not. "Lights, huh? You are sure you saw lights?*' "Well, yes. But not on the Moon, surely. How could they be on the Moon?" Axel stared at me, saying nothing. I can be quite dense, I suppose, but something started twanging around in the denseness. T blinked at Axel. "You mean , . .," 1 began, somewhat uncertain as to what to say. I realized I had to select my words carefully. "Am I to think these lights are actually on the Moon?" There was no answer forthcoming from Axel. I pressed onward. "Have the Russians built a Moonbase or something? Is that what I am supposed to be re mote-viewing?" Again, no answer. We sat and stared at each other for a longish period, he not willing to commit. After a moment of this confrontation, I decided to reassume the initiative. "Maybe you should give me that coordinate-ordinate again."