Mutant+Message

=Mutant Message, by Marlo Morgan=

We did several tests that afternoon. One very impressive one involved a piece of fruit. It was something with a thick skin like a banana but shaped like a pear. I was given the light green fruit and told to hold it, to bless it. What did that mean? I had no idea, so mentally I simply said, "Please, dear Lord, bless this food," and handed it back to the Elder. He took the knife, cut the top, and started to peel it. Instead of the peeling falling down like a banana skin does, this outer coat curled around. When it did, all faces pivoted in my direction. I felt uncomfortable with the dark eyes staring at me. In unison, as if they had practiced, all said, "Ah." It happened each time the Elder pulled down the peel. I did not know if the "Ah" was a good "Ah" or a bad "Ah," but I seemed to sense that the peel did not normally curl when cut, and whatever the tests were indicating, I was scoring a passing mark. A young woman came to me holding a plate full of rocks. It was probably a piece of cardboard rather than a plate, but it was piled so high with stones I could not see the container. Ooota looked at me very seriously and said, "Choose a rock. Choose it wisely. It has the power to save your life." (pg. 13)

With encouragement and support from my children and close friends, I began to put my Outback experience into writing and also I began speaking anywhere I was invited, for civic organizations, prisons, churches, schools, and so on. The response was split. The KKK referred to me as the enemy; another white-supremacy group in Idaho put racial messages on all the cars in the parking lot at my speaking location. Some ultraconservative Christians received my lecture by telling me they believe the Outback nation to be pagans destined for hell. Four employees of a leading Australian television probe program flew to the United States, hid in the closet at my lecture, and attempted to discredit everything I said. They were certain no Aborigines had escaped the census and still lived in the wild. They called me a fraud. But a wonderful balance took place. For every nasty comment, there was someone else eager to learn about mental telepathy, how to replace weapons with illusions, and to hear in depth the techniques the Real People use in their lifestyle. (pg. 186)