Beyond the Light Barrier is the autobiographical story of Elizabeth Klarer, a South African woman and Akon, an astrophysicist from Meton, a planet of Proxima. Beyond The Light Barrier has 9 ratings and 1 review. The romantic story of the encounter between a South African woman and a man from Meton, a planet in. ACCORDING to Wikipedia, Elizabeth Klarer claimed she had received Klarer published Beyond the Light Barrier in , about her.
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The autobiography of Elizabeth Klarer. Small spaceships of the Metharia civilization see pic. The romantic story klarrer the encounter between a South African woman and a man from Meton, a planet in Proxima Centauri. Elizabeth was taken in his spaceship to Meton, where she lived with him and his family for four months and where she bore his child.
Akon brought Elizabeth back to Earth after the birth of their son, and continued to kparer her thereafter. Akon explained how his spaceship’s light-propulsion technology operated, and how it allowed him and his people to travel across vast interstellar distances.
This technology is explained in detail in the book. Particular interest was shown in Elizabeth’s experience by the British Ministry of Defence and they thf that UFOs do exist and are now official.
Elizabeth’s story has attracted the attention of many countries, in particular America, Britain and Russia. In she was given a standing ovation at the 11th International Congress of Narrier Research Groups at Weisbaden, Germany, and her speech as guest of honor was applauded by scientists of twenty-two nations.
In she addressed the House of Lords, in England and her paper was also read at the United Nations. Rigel Kentaurus, Rigil Kentaurus, Toliman. Alpha Centauri is the brightest star in the constellation Centaurus.
To the memory of my sister, May Flower, who struggled for existence klarrr a hostile world, and dedicated with love to Akon, who made it possible for this book to be written.
During the past twenty-one years I have had the assistance of many hundreds of South Africans, foreign citizens and officials to whom I would like to express my gratitude. My deepest appreciation and gratitude to Mr. I also express appreciation to Dr. I wish to thank all the broadcasters and members of the press who have supported me and given publicity to this book, among many of them: Finally, I want to express my love and gratitude to my daughter, Dr.
Marilyn Phillips; my son, David Klarer; my sister, Mrs. Barbara McKenzie; my dearest friend, Mrs. Neslie Schmutz; and Mrs. Stephanie Mellis, who understood and supported my aspirations. I also want to thank our very dear Gus, Mrs. Augusta Sell, for giving me her thoughtful care, and to Geoff and Lynette Wilson for giving me such a lovely home to live in. This book is about time on the cosmic level, with new data not yet registered on beyyond instruments.
The reader needs to follow the cosmic layout of my writing very closely to understand the vast implications involved. Otherwise, the cosmic scale beuond this book will be lost and misunderstood by many whose intelligence cannot be expanded in this epoch of time to a conscious elizabteh of our cosmic connections. It is the sower of all true science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull primitive can comprehend only in their primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness. For as long as man has lived in this world, from the days when he lived in a cave, he has searched for knowledge.
He has reached the heights of Everest, the depths of the sea.
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This is now proven by archaeologists, scientists and astronomers. The pace of discovery is heightening now that the clues have been established. Almost every day brings amazing and exciting discoveries.
Other civilizations from whence we came are out there, and it is there that man’s future must lie. Some years ago, when in British Intelligence in Malaya—fighting the communist bandits hidden in the vast jungles—one felt a sense of awful frustration. Nowhere in the world was there peace. The whole Earth was torn by strife, Cold War and hot war.
Thousands of people said, “Man is making such a mess of life; there is such turmoil. Is it really worth living? At the time, an Oxford professor came out and lectured to us.
We are on the very threshold of leaving this planet and traveling and exploring the vast universe This is the beginning. He went on to describe the ramjet, or flying stovepipe, as he described it—just a heated stovepipe that would soon project men through space at ever-increasing speeds. A dreadful age indeed!
How fortunate we are to be alive, and what wonderful, enthralling achievements we may see in our lifetimes. Purely imaginary, one might say, until one reads the immense amount of klraer and technical explanation given by the author. The defeat of so-called gravity has long been a dream, with weightlessness being the answer.
This, it seems, can only be achieved in the electrical field, and here it is described in absorbing detail for the scientist or the man barriet the street to perceive.
Beyond the Light Barrier: The Autobiography of Elizabeth Klarer
It is indeed true to say that he who first achieves the answers will be complete master of this Earth. But these people from space are not only advanced in the scientific field; they are physically, mentally and spiritually evolved and wish to bring nothing but good to this planet. Let us hope that before man is given the secret, he too will want to take with him peace and goodwill and not the present strife and evils of this Earth.
Why, whenever there is a reported landing, must people rush for firearms in a panic and start blazing away? Because it is man’s instinct of self-preservation and destruction. May we fly peacefully into the unknown one day. May the space people come to us and show us a better way of life before we destroy ourselves and the world. Not only is there technical detail in all fields in this book, but the beauty of universal love as described by the author—who is certainly no ordinary person herself—will never be forgotten.
We were feeding our Sealyham puppies in the stableyard when we saw it. The Sun had just gone down behind the Drakensberg and the early summer sky of the Natal midlands was clear and rain-washed after the storm had passed. The guinea fowl were calling to each other as they prepared to roost in the wattle tree that grew near the house.
abrrier Suddenly, they stopped calling—and my sister and I both saw it at the same time. An enormous silvery disk swooped down toward us, moving with a changing brightness out of the clear expanse of sky—a globe of light as clear as a pearl. Fascinated, we watched it maneuver over us, while the puppies left their food and ran yelping into the kennel. Then suddenly another elizzbeth sphere fell out of the sky, rolling down toward us, glowing orange-red and rotating slowly as it came, pockmarked with craters like the Moon.
A fiery and terrifying planetoid was silently and gracefully sweeping through the upper reaches of Earth’s atmosphere, and as it slowly rotated, suspended on its course toward us, the silvery disk elzabeth with a flash of light and paced beside it in a slow passage across the sky until the planetoid moved out of the Sun’s rays to the north, leaving a long, thick trail like smoke across the heavens.
We both ran for the house, my heart thumping so loudly against my ribs that I was quite breathless when we reached the wide verandah where kkarer parents were sitting, enjoying the evening tranquillity. My sister told them what we had seen in breathless snatches of excitement—two small children with white, excited faces trying to llarer of something fantastic in klarerr sky.
My father got up and walked to the edge of the long verandah and looked up into the sky. The wide stoep, peculiar to South African farmhouses, hid the sky with its sloping roof, barrler the view was across a beautiful expanse of lawns with great oaks and pine trees; the home park with brilliant flowers in long beds, azaleas and rhododendrons massed among the trees; and beyond, to the hills and the mountains of the Dragon.
I paused, and then said, “And—something out there, a beautiful spaceship from elsewhere—came in time to see our plight. My mother’s great gift of understanding was an everlasting joy to me, as in that moment the vibrations of time drew aside the nebulous mists of eternity and the womb of the future revealed itself to my questing soul. The grown-ups’ dinner was much later, and when my mother came to kiss us good night, she had changed into a flowing gown of shimmering gold. Her magic touch on the keyboard liberated my soul to the heights of heaven as I relaxed and looked up through the wide-open window into the starry sky and wondered bxrrier we would see the beautiful spaceship again.
The Year of Barriee Comet. I was born in the year of Halley’s Comet, at elziabeth other farm set in the rolling thorn country overlooking the vast distances of the lowveld, where the Mooi River meets the mighty Tugela in surroundings of startling beauty.
The still nights of the full moon were filled with the rhythmic stamping and chanting of the Zulu, and the rhythm of the drums, rising and fading in volume, beat like a heart through the moonlit distances of the thornveld.
He lgiht the many kilometers on the gray mare my father had given him and appeared like a wraith in the stableyard as a howling blizzard swept down from the mountains of the Dragon. Little did I realize what this hilltop would mean to me in years to come. Where the Elizabfth Joins the Earth at the Horizon. Nothing ever goes unseen. This faculty, which is born and bred in the African veld, spreads its influence to the white children conceived within its embrace.
Ladam always called me by my Zulu name. Then he would tell me in the expressive language of the Zulu about the folklore of his people while I sat on the garden wall. I sensed his sincere belief and the ring of truth in his narrative, and I would glance up into the depths of the blue sky with wondering eyes as he told of many strange and mysterious things.
They were white and shining, with hair of gold. Their village is said to be lighted by a mightier light than any on this world.
Beyond The Light Barrier
The people wear shining clothes and the huts are thatched with shining grass. They were caught up to heaven again by a flash of lightning. They are goodly to look on, beautiful and radiant—their clans are taller and lighter-complexioned and markedly different in feature. These heaven dwellers will return with the lightning bird whose scales glitter in many colors.
And when you are a grown woman, you will klafer to the mountaintop and there you will wait for the heaven dwellers and there will be a meeting together, a mating. You belong to the heaven dwellers.
The heaven dwellers used to live here in a big land far to the south, but afterward ascended to the sky by means of the spider’s thread from the lightning bird.
Some of beynod people have gotten into the heaven country by climbing a mountain or a tree, ascending by means of a rope uncoiling from a cloud, or by the thread the spider obligingly spins for them. The Zulu say, ‘Who can plait a rope for ascending, that he may go to heaven.
And when the big drought came, we turned to eating the flesh of the white cattle for sustenance, and by so doing became a warlike people. These trees are cared for and venerated.