CENTURIA IV · QUATRAIN LXVI
The Seven Shaven Heads
Soubs couleur feinte de sept testes rasu00e9es,
Seront formez divers explorateurs:
Puits & Fontains de poison arrousu00e9es,
Au Fort de Genes humains devorateurs.
Under feigned color of seven shaven heads,
Shall divers explorers be formed:
Wells and fountains with poison sprinkled,
In the fortress of Genoa, devourers of men.
THE MASTER SAYS…
Phil began to translate, saying that this was connected with an incident committed by spies who carried out a terrorist act by introducing biological contaminants into the water. These people traveled under an Indian passport. Then there was a pause, and Phil suddenly opened his eyes and stretched. “I think I’ve gone crazy,” he announced. He came out of the trance, as had happened before when something disturbed him. He did not sit up immediately but lay there, trying to understand what had happened. I suggested trying to restore contact, but he was empty. He saw nothing. He said it seemed to him that another person was standing between him and Nostradamus. (His guide?) He opened his eyes again and lay there, trying to explain the strange sensations he was experiencing. “I have a feeling like the airport was closed because of bad weather. No one goes in or out because it’s dangerous. That’s the best description I can give right now. There’s bad weather around, and it’s simply unsafe to go in or out. Figuratively speaking, it’s like bad weather, and it’s not good for me or for him to open up. It’s as if everything shut down. Now I’m experiencing all sorts of strange feelings that I don’t like. I feel in trouble, in disharmony, I feel severe pain and confusion. As if someone has problems and is seeking my help. Because of this I feel very bad. I don’t want to continue this right now.”