The following lectures are from Wandbua, the historian. Frank channeled these lectures at the same time that he was channeling Reed and the others in circa 1972. From the book The Art of Living by Frank Moore.
LECTURE 17
Hello, Frank. This is Wandbua. The first beginnings of what is remembered as the City of Mu was sparked about 14,000 years ago with the Hable’s search for better fishing-grounds when there was a slight shift in the patterns of the sea fishes which until then had inhabited the Hable’s bay. This new fishing-ground was found southward in the form of the Island’s river and the bay or cove beside which the nonhuman villagers once lived a long time ago. The memory of these nonhumans had faded from both the Hable mind and the Kaner mind. All that was left of these nonhumans was the emotional myth which surrounded the “holy” mountain from which the Kaner and the Hable kept away; also remaining was the mistrustful awe of the Hable by the Kaner which was rooted in the feeling of being somehow inwardly lacking on the Kaner’s part. Because of the Kaner’s repeated raids on the Hable village, the Hable developed a crude outward government to maintain the defenses of the village. This consisted of the oldest of the tribal family as the whole — the oldest man in the Hable, and the first-born son, when he reached the age of 13, of every woman in the tribe. There was also a priest, an old woman or a deformed male who managed to survive the test of not being physically normal in that crude society. This priest’s main duty in the village was to conduct the rituals of “war magic”; these early priests also collected from the members of the tribe personal myths which came from within the individual worlds of emotional worlds. The priests weave these personal myths into one collective mythology, based mainly on reactions against the terrors of the night — that is, fear. The priests then used this tribal mythology to interpret dreams, visions and natural omens. This tribal mythology caused the astral plane to become increasingly hard and rigid into a land of frightful demons. This was because the tribal mythology reinforced the Maya-Over Sac, making it impossible for the individual at the moment of death, or of dream, or of inspiration, to reach the deeper dimensions of spiritual existence. It was impossible because to reach these then unknown dimensions, the spirit completely alone, would have had to do battle with his own personal terror, and much harder, his own beautiful but shallow demigods and all of their illusionary pleasures and powers; if he had succeeded in this, he would then have to face the demons and demigods of his tribe and race. This group of demons and demigods had been growing steadily in intensity. It was impossible for the individual spirit to even start this inner battle because although a spirit did have reason enough to destroy — or at least to avoid — the demons, he had no reason in his mind to do battle with the demigods, or even to refuse the gifts, the powers, and the paradises they offered to him. He had no reason because he didn’t know what was hidden behind the seal …
