Почему нельзя после еды пить воду

Почему нельзя после еды пить воду

Почему нельзя после еды пить воду

Почему нельзя после еды пить воду

Обложка автобиографии Ричарда Бёд. Ниже я поместила орывки из 6ти частей этой книги на английском, в которых Ричард описывает какие трудности ему и всем остальным членам экспедиции пришлось пережить. Интересно он также феноменон Красного, Зелёного и Жёлтого окрашенных Солнц трёх внутренних Земных Сфер: Красной, Зелёной и Жёлтой Вибраций. Белее снега и льда в том месте Антрктиды (Белая Энергия Баланса) он нигде больше не видел. Он видел 4 Солнца нанизанные на Белый Поток Энергии Баланса (как шашлык) - это Солнца Цветных нефизических Сфер Земли как Синей-Индиго, Фиолетовой и Розовой. Как-то ему удалось увидеть Розовую Поверхность Земли, что только можно было увидеть в Антарктике в те годы (1930 год). Всё, что он пережил там, все эти боли и физические и эмоциональные, повысили его вибрацию, его Уровень Сознания. Он (и я тоже) всегда восхищался серьёзными полярными исследователями прошлого, стал многое понимать, исходя из опыта своих тяжёлых испытаний! Я всегда восхищалась серьёзными полярными исследователями и бывает так неприятно читать и на русском и на английском когда о таких людях пишут неприятные вещи и пишут те, кто никогда даже и не подумал бы подвергнуть себя какому-нибудь риску! Скоро я открою отдельную Страницу содержания этой книги на английском.

There is a separate link on our site with the book "Alone" - Richard Byrd's description of his Antarctic expedition in 1933. I admire serious Polar Explorers of all times and of all nationalities, for their stamina, their determination and scientific approach. Below are some important extracts from this book,
Chapter 3&4 :

A terrific story of human endurance. Admiral Richard Byrd is one of the great Polar explorers and is responsible for transforming Antarctic expeditions from the dangerous days of the heroic era to the comfort and safety available in modern Antarctic stations. Byrd organised several American expeditions to Antarctica and built the research station Little America in the Bay of Whales next to the remains of Roald Amundsens base Framheim. He did all this with little government support and paved the way for todays US Antarctic Program. In 1929 he became the first man to fly over the South Pole, and the first to see it since Scott left it in 1911. In 1933, frustrated by the limited meteorological observations he could make at his coastal station he determined to establish a second base far inland. So was Advance Base born. Initially to be manned over winter by three men, time and material constraints resulted in a sole occupant over five months of winter: Admiral Byrd himself. In this book we see the hopeful, but wary Byrd descend slowly into despair, as unknown to him, toxic carbon monoxide gas from his heater begins to slowly kill him. After recovering from a coma, he realises his predicament and tries to nurse his broken, poisoned body back to health.
It is a harrowing tale as a bedridden Byrd tries to feed and water himself. He is forced to make the daily decision as to how long he can run his heater without further worsening his condition. Lying alone in the dark with only his thoughts for company he enters the darkest parts of the human psyche and somehow finds the strength to fight. All through this Byrd maintains his daily observations and his weekly radio contact with his colleagues at Little America. Tapping out morse code messages he hopes will disguise his desperate state and prevent a dangerous mid winter rescue.

"...Now, this book is called Alone; but obviously no one man could have done, what I did, without the loyal and sympathetic support of many other men. That support was one of the fine things of the whole experience
...Almost always there was fog, the pale, mischievous fog of the Bay of Whales, which is like no other fog I have ever seen; almost milky in consistency, but turning the snow and atmosphere into a flat plane, where all proportions are horribly twisted and imparting to a traveler the queer feeling, that he is treading the bottom of a heaving ocean...crew, returning from an experimental flight, got lost in a fog...In the course of the voyage through the Devil's Graveyard, far to the north and east of Little America, we had counted no less, than 8,000 bergs in a single day, some of them twenty miles long... the fog, that sometimes thinned, but never lifted...dark and monstrous shadows sliding through the fog...
And melting snow in the food cookers to make water for radiators, that leaked like sieves. And leaving the flesh of your fingers on metal parts...
Unless you know something about the character of Antarctic snow, the reference to sawing it out in blocks may be puzzling. Except, that it has been fused by cold, rather than heat, the Barrier snow is like a kind of sandstone. It is hard and brittle. You can't make snowballs with it. When you rub it, tiny icelike globules shred off. The color is the whitest white you ever saw (White Energy of Balance, LM)...
But supper, by rights the high spot in an explorer's day, the hot meal, toward which a cold and hungry man looks with mounting anticipation — this meal for a while was a daily fiasco. I have only to close my eyes to witness again the succession of culinary disasters. Consider what my diary designated as The Corn Meal Incident. Into a boiler I dumped what seemed a moderate quantity of meal, added a little water, and stood it on the stove to boil. That simple formula gave birth to a Hydra-headed monster. The stuff began to swell and dry up, swell and dry up, with fearful blowing and sucking noises. All innocently I added water, more water, and still more water. Whereupon the boiler erupted like Vesuvius. All the pots and pans within reach couldn't begin to contain the corn meal, that overflowed. It oozed over the stove. It spattered the ceiling. It covered me from head to foot. If I hadn't acted resolutely, I might have been drowned in corn meal. Seizing the container in my mittened hands, I rushed it to the door and hurled it far into the food tunnel. There it continued to give off deadly golden lava, until the cold finally stilled the crater.
There were other disasters of the same order. There was the Dried Lima Beans Incident of April 10th. (“It's amazing,” the diary reports soberly, “how much water lima beans can absorb, and how long it takes them to cook. At supper time I had enough half-cooked lima beans to feed a ship's company.”) My first jelly dessert bounced like a rubber ball under my knife; the flapjacks had to be scraped from the pan with a chisel.
(“And you, the man, who sat at a thousand banquets,” goes the accusing entry of April 12th.) I dreaded banquets, before I went to Advance Base; and I have come to dread them since. But in April's dark hours
I ransacked my memory, trying to remember what they were like. All that I could recall was filet mignon spiced and darkened to the color of an old cavalry boot; or lobster thermidor; or squabs perched on triangles of toast; or chicken salad heaped on billowing lettuce. All these were far beyond the simple foods in my larder. When I did experiment, the results filled the shack with pungent burning smells and coated the skillets with awful gummy residues. But, in spite of the missing cook book, the record was not one of unmitigated failure. Resolved to make a last stand, I took the surviving chicken, hung it for two days from a nail over the stove to thaw, boiled it all one day, seasoned it with salt and pepper, and served. The soup, which was an unexpected by-product, was delicious; that night I broached a bottle of cider and drank a toast to Escoffier.

April 9 . . . I have just seen (at 9 p.m.) a curious phenomenon. At first it appeared to be a Ball of Fire, which was smaller and redder, than the Sun (the Sun of the Inner Sphere of Red Vibration! LM). It bore about 205 degrees true. I couldn't identify it. Going below, I got the field glasses and kept watching it. It changed from deep red to silver, and every now and then blanked out. It was astonishing how big it looked at first. But after long study I finally figured out, that it consisted of four brilliant Stars, very close together in a vertical line. However, they may not have been four Stars, but one having three images of itself refracted by ice crystals (Vertical Line of our 4 Suns of 4 Internal Colored Spheres of Earth, LM)...The Sun rose this morning at about 9:30 o'clock, but never really left the horizon. Huge and red and solemn, it rolled like a wheel...nothing was left, but a blood-red incandescence...An unearthly twilight spread over the Barrier, lit by flames thrown up as from a vast pit, and the snow flamed with liquid color...The morning may be compounded of an unfathomable, tantalizing fog...And on such a day I have seen the sky shatter like a broken goblet, and dissolve into iridescent tipsy fragments — ice crystals falling across the face of the Sun. And once in the golden downpour a slender column of platinum leaped up from the horizon, clean through the Sun's Core; a second luminous shadow formed horizontally through the Sun, making a perfect cross. Presently two miniature Suns, green and yellow in color, flipped simultaneously to the ends of each arm. These are parhelia, the most dramatic of all refraction phenomena; nothing is lovelier...The Sun had dropped below the horizon, and a blue — of a richness I've never seen anywhere else — flooded in, extinguishing all, but the dying embers (dying fire or what is left of a once intense feeling, LM) of the Sunset. Due west, halfway to the zenith, Venus was an unblinking diamond; and opposite her, in the eastern sky, was a brilliant twinkling star set off exquisitely, as was Venus, in the sea of blue. In the northeast a silver-green-serpentine aurora pulsed and quivered gently. In places the Barrier's whiteness had the appearance of dull platinum. It was all delicate and illusive...
Here were the imponderable processes and Forces of the Cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it! That was what came out of the Silence — a gentle Rhythm, the strain of a Perfect Chord, the Music of the Spheres, perhaps. It was enough to catch that Rhythm, momentarily to be myself a part of it. In that instant I could feel no doubt of Human's Oneness with the Universe. The conviction came, that the Rhythm was too Orderly, too Harmonious, too perfect to be a product of blind chance — that, therefore, there must be Purpose in the Whole and that Human was a part of that Whole and not an accidental offshoot. It was a Feeling, that transcended reason; that went to the heart of Human's despair and found it groundless. The Universe was a Cosmos, not a Chaos; Human was rightfully a part of that Cosmos, as were the day and night...Chapter 4
At noon the northern horizon continued to erupt with explosive reds and yellows and greens...In addition to the weather observations I now had to make five auroral observations every day...The Aurora occurs in complicated patterns, called rays, arcs, curtains, bands, and coronas...
Remembering the way it all was, I still wonder how my wife ever succeeded in bringing up four such splendid children as ours, wise each in his or her way, and each one as orderly, as Father almost never was. Certainly it has been done in spite of the example set by that haphazard man, who came and went at 9 Brimmer Street. However, I have often explained to the children how lucky they were to have in their mother one parent, who offered a perfect example of what to do, and in their father another, who was an example of what not to do... and yet, at the same time, I, the most unsystematic of mortals, endeavored to be systematic...It was wonderful to be able to dole out time in this way. It brought me an extraordinary sense of command over myself and simultaneously freighted my simplest doings with significance. Without that or an equivalent, the days would have been without purpose; and without purpose they would have ended, as such days always end, in disintegration.
April 21
The morning is the hardest time. It is hard enough anywhere for a man to begin the day's work in darkness; where I am it is doubly difficult. One may be a long time realizing it, but cold and darkness deplete the body gradually; the mind turns sluggish; and the nervous system slows up in its responses. This morning I had to admit to myself, that I was lonely. Try as I may, I find I can't take my loneliness casually; it is too big. But I must not dwell on it. Otherwise I am undone. At home (in US) I usually awaken instantly, in full possession of my faculties. But that's not the case here. It takes me some minutes to collect my wits; I seem to be groping in cold reaches of interstellar space, lost and bewildered. The room is a non-dimensional darkness, without shadow or substance; even after all these days I sometimes ask myself:
Where am I? What am I doing here?
...The slightest move, disturbing the nice temperature balance in the sleeping bag, sends a blast of frosty air down my back or stomach. My skin crawls at the thought of touching foot to the deck. But up I must for the 8 a.m. observation; and so I lie there, mustering resolve for a wrenching heave into the dark. Clear of the bag, I feel around on the shelf at the head of the bunk, until I locate the silk gloves, which I wear to protect my fingers, while handling cold metal. After putting these on, I light the lantern, which hangs from a nail over the bunk. The wick, hard with frost, seldom takes fire easily. The flame catches and goes out, catches and goes out. Then, as it steadies on the wick, the light gradually pushes a liquid arc into the room, bringing my possessions one by one into its wavering yellow orbit. I suppose it is really a gloomy light. Things on the opposite wall are scarcely touched by it. But to me, that feeble burning, is a daily miracle. With light the day begins, the mind escapes from darkness, and numbness leaves the body. I sleep in my underclothes, with my pants and shirt and socks heaped upon the table. Needless to say, I dress faster than a fireman... It was still very dark, but an impalpable fog lay close to the surface, giving the day a gray look...The days I don't read I feel like a barbarian brooding over a chunk of meat. A moment ago there came a tremendous boom, as if tons of dynamite had exploded in the Barrier...This is what is known as a Barrier quake...Because of the fog and the threat of blizzard in the air, I decided not to go very far...The last half of the walk is the best part of the day, the time, when I am most nearly at peace with myself and circumstances. Thoughts of life and the nature of things flow smoothly and so naturally as to create an illusion, that one is swimming harmoniously in the broad current of the Cosmos...The negative aspects — the betrayals, the disappointments, and the bitternesses — I shut out entirely. Only by ruthlessly exorcising the disillusioning and unpleasant thoughts can I maintain any feeling of real detachment, any sense of being wholly apart from selfish concerns... But I find, that I crave light, as a thirsting man craves water; and just the fact of having this lantern alive in the night hours makes an immense difference. I feel like a rich man...My whole life here in a sense is an experiment in harmony, and I let the bodily processes achieve a natural equilibrium...a cottony gray fog deadened the twilight hours, and a somber red tinge smeared the northern horizon at noon...So bright was the moonlight at the beginning of my walk, that I could read the second hand on the wrist watch. The whole sky was bathed with light, and the Barrier seemed to exhale a soft, internal luminescence of its own. At first there was not a cloud anywhere, and the stars glittered with an unnatural brightness. Overhead, in the shape of a great ellipse, was a brilliant Aurora...Waves of light pulsed rapidly through the structure. Beyond the south end of the ellipse, scintillating in the sky, was what appeared to be a drapery hanging over the South Pole. It hung in folds, like a gigantic curtain, and was composed of brilliant light rays. The snow was different shades of silver gray (not white as one would suppose) with the brightest gray making a pathway to the moon...When Antarctica displays her beauty, she seems to give pause to the winds, which at such times are always still. Overhead the Aurora began to change its shape and become a great, lustrous serpent moving slowly across the zenith. The small patch in the eastern sky now expanded and grew brighter; and almost at the same instant the folds in the curtain over the pole began to undulate, as if stirred by a celestial presence. Star after Star disappeared as the Serpentine folds covered them. It was like witnessing a tragedy on a cosmic scale; the Serpent, representing the forces of evil, was annihilating beauty. Suddenly the Serpent disappeared. Where it had been only a moment before, the sky was once more clear; the Stars showed, as if they had never been dimmed. When I looked for the luminous patch in the eastern sky, it, too, was gone; and the curtain was lifting over the pole, as if parted by the wind, which at that instant came throbbing over the Barrier. I was left with the tingling feeling, that I had witnessed a scene, denied to all other mortal men...

Yet, this harmony was mostly of the mind: a temporary peace won by a physically occupied body. But the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another. Even in my most exalted (elevated, noble) moods I never quite lost the feeling of being poised (assured, held balanced) over an undermined footing, like a man negotiating a precipice (extremely steep cliff), who pauses to admire the sunset, but takes care, where he places his feet...Fright and pain are the most transitory of emotions. And, since they are so easily forgotten, I never ceased drilling into the men, who served under me the absolute authority of safety rules. “Not just for today or tomorrow; but so long as you are on this expedition,” is the way I'd put it to a new man. Relax once in the polar regions, and the artificial wall of security, which you have so painstakingly erected about yourself, may give way without warning. That appreciation of discipline I carried with me to Advance Base; and, though at times I had to drive myself to respect it, the necessity was always there. As I saw it, three risks stood out before all the others. One was fire. Another was getting lost on the Barrier. And the third was being incapacitated, either by injury or illness. Of the three, the last was the most difficult to anticipate and prepare for. Yet, the possibilities were authentic enough, and I had carefully taken them into account. My health was sound. A thoroughgoing medical examination, before I left New Zealand, had confirmed that fact. From disease I had little to fear. Antarctica is a paradise in that respect. It is the germless continent. Vast oceans, frozen most of the time, seal it from the germ-laden civilization to the north...
And on occasion the path led back down the eons, while I watched the slow pulsations of the Ice Age, which today grips the once semi-tropical Antarctic Continent even as it once gripped North America. By speeding up the centuries I could visualize a tidal wave of ice flooding down from the Arctic and crushing everything before it. I could see it surging forward until the advancing edge made a zigzag line from what is now New York to what is now California, blotting out everything but the peaks of the mountains, and forming towering barriers on the margins of the sea. I could see bottomless chasms and enormous ridges thrown up by pressure, and blocks of ice strewn about in endless confusion. And for centuries I could see nothing, but the obliterating ice, hear nothing, but the wind, and feel nothing, but the rigidity of death. But finally, I could see the ice imperceptibly sinking; and the ocean rising as the ice melted; and the land resurrecting under the Sun, with the mountains scoured and planed, and the rivers pushed into new courses. And along the edges of the land in Europe and Asia I could see men with primitive tools laying the foundations of history. Thus it was in the Northern Hemisphere, and so it will some day be in the Antarctic, where the ice still holds mastery over the land. Except, I used to tell myself, that long before the ice rolls back, excursion boats will be steaming down from Sandy Hook and every moraine will have its tourist hotel. All this was fun. But, if I wasn't careful, it could also be dangerous, as an experience, which I went through just about this time, will testify. Being in a particularly fine mood, I had decided to take a longer walk, than usual. It was drifting a bit, and the Barrier was pretty dark, but that didn't bother me. After parading up and down for half an hour, I turned around to go back. The line of bamboo sticks was nowhere in sight! In my abstraction, I had walked completely past and beyond it; and now, wondering, which way to turn, I was overwhelmed by the realization, that I had no idea of how far I had walked, nor the direction, in which I was heading. On the chance, that my footsteps would show, I scanned the Barrier with a flashlight; but my boots had left no marks on the hard sastrugi (russian - long wavelike ridge of snow). It was scary. The first impulse was to run. I quelled that, and soberly took stock of my predicament. Since it was the one fact I had to work with, I again pulled the flashlight up out of my pants, where I carried it to keep it from freezing, and scratched into the snow with the butt end an arrow in the direction whence I had come. I remembered also, from having glanced at the wind vane as I started, that the wind was in the south. It was then on my left cheek and was still on the same cheek, but that meant little. For the wind might have changed, and subconsciously I might have veered with it. I was lost, and I was sick inside. In order to keep from wandering still farther from the shack, I made a reference point. I broke off pieces of sastrugi with my heel and heaped them into a little beacon about eighteen inches high at the butt end of the arrow. This took quite a little while. Straightening up and consulting the sky, I discovered two stars were in line with the direction, in which I had been walking when I stopped. This was a lucky break, as the sky had been overcast, until now and had only cleared in a couple of places. In the navigator's phrase, the stars give me an range and the beacon a departure. So, taking careful steps and with my eyes on the stars, I started forward; after 100 paces I stopped. I swung the flashlight all around and could see nothing but blank Barrier. Not daring to go farther for fear of losing the snow beacon, I started back, glancing over my shoulder at the two stars to hold my line. At the end of a hundred steps I failed to fetch the beacon. For an instant I was on the edge of panic. Then the flashlight beam picked it up about twenty feet or so on my left hand. That miserable pile of snow was nothing to rejoice over, but at least it kept me from feeling, that I was stabbing blindfolded. On the next sortie, I swung the course 30 degrees to the left. And as before, after a hundred steps, I saw nothing. You're lost now, I told myself. I was appalled. I realized, that I should have to lengthen my radius from the beacon; and in lengthening it I might never be able to find the way back to the one certainty. However, there was no alternative, unless I preferred to freeze to death, and I could do that just as thoroughly 1,000 yards from the hut, as 500. So now I decided to take 30 steps more in the same direction, after scraping a little heap of snow together to mark the 100-pace point. On the 29th step, I picked up the first of the bamboo sticks, not more, than 30 feet away. No shipwrecked mariner, sighting a distant sail, could have been more overjoyed...
Chapter 5
I was learning what the philosophers have long been harping on — that a man can live profoundly without masses of things. For all my realism and skepticism there came over me, too powerfully to be denied, that exalted sense of identification — of oneness — with the outer World, which is partly mystical, but also certainty. I came to understand what Thoreau meant when he said, “My body is all sentient.” There were moments when I felt more alive, than at any other time in my life. Freed from materialistic distractions, my senses sharpened in new directions, and the random or commonplace affairs of the sky and the Earth and the Spirit, which ordinarily I would have ignored, if I had noticed them at all, became exciting and portentous...
Later, during my walk, I saw a moon Halo, the first since I've been here (that wasn't the moon; it was one of Inner Suns - Green). I had remarked inwardly, that the moon seemed almost unnaturally bright, but thought no more about it, until something — perhaps a subtle change in the quality of moonlight — fetched my attention back to the sky. When I glanced up, a haze was spreading over the moon's face; and, as I watched, a system of luminous circles formed themselves gracefully around it. Almost instantly the moon was wholly surrounded by concentric bands of color, and the effect was as if a rainbow had been looped around a huge silver coin. Apple-green was the color of the wide outer band, whose diameter, I estimated, was nineteen times that of the moon itself. The effect lasted only five minutes or so. Then the colors drained from the moon, as they do from a rainbow; and almost simultaneously a dozen massive streamers of crimson-stained aurora, laced together with blackish stripes, seemed to leap straight out from the moon's brow (border). Then they, too, vanished.
May 3. . . I again saw in the southeast, touching the horizon, a Star so bright, as to be startling. The first time I saw it several weeks ago I yielded for an instant to the fantastic notion, that somebody was trying to signal me; that thought came to me again this afternoon. It's a queer sort of Star, which appears and disappears irregularly, like the winking of a light...
May 5
This has been a beautiful day. Although the sky was almost cloudless, an impalpable haze hung in the air, doubtless from falling crystals. In midafternoon it disappeared, and the Barrier to the north flooded with a rare pink light, pastel in its delicacy.The horizon line was a long slash of crimson, brighter than blood; and over this welled a straw-yellow ocean, whose shores were the boundless blue of the night. I watched the sky a long time, concluding, that such beauty was reserved for distant, dangerous places, and that nature has good reason for exacting her own special sacrifices from those determined to witness them. An intimation of my isolation seeped into my mood; this cold, but lively afterglow was my compensation for the loss of the Sun, whose warmth and light were enriching the World beyond the horizon...
Then I had a horrible feeling of falling, and at the same time of being hurled sideways. Afterwards I could not remember hearing any sound. When my wits returned, I was sprawled out full length on the snow with one leg dangling over the side of an open crevasse. I lay still, not daring to make a move lest I shake down the ledge supporting me. Then, an inch at a time, I crawled away. When I had gone about two yards, I came slowly to my feet, shivering from the closeness of the escape. I had broken through the snow bridging of a blind crevasse — a roofed-over one, which you cannot tell from the solid surface. I edged back with my flashlight and took a look. The hole I had made was barely two feet across; and I could see., that the roof was twelve inches or so thick. Stretched out on my belly, I pounded the roof in with the marker stick for a distance of several feet; then I turned the flashlight into the crevasse. I could see no bottom. My guess was, that the crevasse was at least several hundred feet deep. At the surface it was not more, than three feet across; but a little way down it bellied out, making a vast cave. The walls changed from blue to an emerald green, the color of sea ice. The usual crystals, created by the condensed exhalations from the warmer depths, did not festoon the walls; their absence indicated, that the crevasse was of fairly recent origin. I was glad to leave that place. Good luck had carried me across the crevasse at right angles to its length. Had I been walking in any other direction, I might well have gone to the bottom. Odd, I thought, that it hadn't let me through, when I had hit the one weak spot. So as not to make a similar mistake, I fetched back two bamboo poles and planted them in front of the hole...Suppose the disorder is organic and lies in a deep-seated complaint. Suppose it comes from bad food, from germs, or from the gases given off by the stove. How much resistance, then, can my mind impart to the body if the mind is properly directed?
Possibly something is harming me physically, and I am making things worse by some negative subconscious emotion. Then my mind and body are both sick, and I have a vicious circle to break. Do the mind and the body exist separately, along parallel lines? Is the physical part mostly mental, or the mind mostly physical? Indeed, how much division is there between mind and body? The body can take charge of the mind, but isn't it natural and best for the mind to take charge of the body? The brain is part of the body, but I am not conscious of my brain. The mind seems to be the real “I.” . . .Which is it, then? My mind or my body or both? It is of vital importance, that I find the truth...
May 11
At midnight I went topside to have a last look at the Aurora, but found only a spotty glow on the horizon extending from north to northeast. I had been playing the victrola while I waited for the midnight hour. I was using my homemade repeater and was playing one of the records of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. The night was calm and clear. I left the door to my shack open and also my trapdoor. I stood there in the darkness to look around at some of my favorite constellations, which were as bright, as I had ever seen them. Presently I began to have the illusion, that what I was seeing was also what I was hearing, so perfectly did the music seem to blend with what was happening in the sky. As the notes swelled, the dull Aurora on the horizon pulsed and quickened and draped itself into arches and fanning beams, which reached across the sky, until at my zenith the display attained its crescendo. The music and the night became one; and I told myself, that all beauty was akin and sprang from the same substance. I recalled a gallant, unselfish act, that was of the same essence as the music and the Aurora...
My table manners are atrocious — in this respect I've slipped back hundreds of years; in fact, I have no manners whatsoever. If I feel like it, I eat with my fingers, or out of a can, or standing up — in other words, whichever is easiest. What's left over, I just heave into the slop pail, close to my feet. Come to think of it, no reason why I shouldn't. It's rather a convenient way to eat; I seem to remember reading in Epicurus, that a man living alone lives the life of a wolf. A life alone makes the need for external demonstration almost disappear. Now I seldom cuss (curse), although at first I was quick to open fire at everything, that tried my patience...
Perhaps this period was just the repeated pattern of my youth. I sometimes think so. When I was growing up, I used to steal out of the house at night, and go walking in Glass's woods, which were a little way up the road from our place. In the heavy shadows of the Shenandoah Valley hills, the darkness was a little terrifying, as it always is to small boys; but, when I would pause and look up into the sky, a feeling, that was midway between peace and exhilaration would seize me. I never quite succeeded, as a boy, in analyzing that feeling, any more, than I did when it used to come to me as a naval officer, in the night watches at sea, and later when, as an explorer, I first looked upon mountains and lands, which no one before me had ever seen. No doubt it was partly animal: the sheer expanding discovery of being alive, of growing, of no longer being afraid. But there was more to it, than just that. There was the sense of identification with vast movements: the premonition of destiny, that is implicit in every Human; and the sense of waiting for the momentary revelation."

"Land of no Horizon" book about Hollow Earth, written by Michael Kevin Taylor (father and son) in Australia

Rev. Douglas James Cottrell PhD: The hollow Earth and Admiral Richard E. Byrd (video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_6398OFmBQ

Admiral Richard E Byrd - Hollow Earth Video Interview
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzWHqooAJtM

The Earth But Not As We Know It (video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjOar3QGzNM

лhttp://humansarefree.com/2011/05/hollow-earth-agartha-complete.html

I.     Agartha - Inside the Hollow Earth;
II.    USA Admiral Richard E. Byrd's Diary;
III.   William Reed: 'Phantom of the Poles';
IV.  US Air Force Colonel: Billie Faye Woodard's Testimony;
V.   Agartha: by the Members of the Galactic Federation Council of Sirius;
VI.  Willis Emerson: 'A Voyage to the Inner World';
VII.  Olaf Jensen's Amazing Story;
VIII. 'Messages from the Hollow Earth' by Dianne Robbins;
IX.   TELOS - A Subterranean City beneath Mt. Shasta” - Dianne Robbins;
X.    Voyage to Hollow Earth: CANCELLED - Organizer: Dead!


I. Agartha In The Hollow Earth!



by Dr. Joshua David Stone
The biggest cover-up of all time is the fact, that there is a civilization of people living in the center of Earth, whose civilization's name is known as "Agartha" (variations: 'Agharta' & 'Aghartha'). This may be hard for some of you to believe. I know it was for me at first, however, I now have an absolute knowingness of the truth of this. To begin with, the Buddhists, in their theology fervently believe in its existence. They believe it to be a race of super men and women (I that they are not as highly spiritual as some of us, besides the word Masters to do with lower Level of Consciousness! LM), who occasionally come to the surface to oversee the development of the human race. They also believe, that this Subterranean World has millions of inhabitants and many cities, and their capital is Shamballa. The Master of this World was believed to have given orders to the Dalai Lama of Tibet, who was his terrestrial representative. His messages were being transmitted through certain secret tunnels connecting this Inner World with Tibet.
(One of many Worlds in Inner Earths-sSuns of different vibrations, LM).
The famous Russian channel, Nicholas Roerich, who was a channel for the Ascended Master, El Morya, claimed that Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, was connected by a tunnel with the Inner Earth, Shamballa. The entrance of this tunnel was guarded by lamas, who were sworn to secrecy. A similar tunnel was believed to connect the secret chambers at the base of the great pyramid at Giza, and Agartha. The Indian epic, the Ramayana and the Bhagavad Gita are the two most famous texts of India. The Ramayana tells the story of the great Avatar Rama. The Bhagavad Gita tells the story of Krishna. The Ramayana describes Rama as an "emissary from Agartha", who arrived on an air vehicle. This is quite extraordinary in that both the Buddhist and Hindu religions separately refer to Agartha. The first public scientific evidence occurred in 1947 when Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd of the United States Navy flew directly to the North Pole and instead of going over the pole, actually entered the Inner Earth. In his diary with other witnesses, he tells of entering the hollow interior of the Earth, and traveling 1700 miles over mountains, lakes, rivers, green vegetation and animal life. He tells of seeing monstrous animals resembling the mammoth of antiquity,
moving through the underbrush. He eventually found cities and a thriving civilization. His plane was finally greeted by flying machines, the type he had never seen before. They escorted him to a safe landing place and he was graciously greeted by emissaries from Agartha. After resting, he and his crew were taken to meet the Ruler of Agartha. They told him, that he had been allowed to enter Agartha, because of his high moral and ethical character (and because Admiral Byrd proved it by surviving 6 months of winter in Antarctica alone! LM). They went on to say, that ever since the United States had dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, they had been very concerned for their own safety and survival. They had decided that it was time to make greater contact with the outside world to make sure we didn't destroy this Planet and their civilization with it. They had been allowed in for this express purpose, as a way of making contact with someone they trusted. To make a long story short, Admiral Byrd and his crew, upon their visit, were guided by their hosts in their plane back to the outer World, and their lives were changed forever. In January, 1956, Admiral Byrd led another expedition to the Antarctic and/or the South Pole. In this expedition he and his crew penetrated for 2,300 miles into the center of Earth again. Admiral Byrd states, that the North and South Pole are actually two of many openings to the center of Earth. I can't, but help to think about Jules Vernes famous science fiction book, "Journey to the Center of the Earth", which many of you may have read or watched the movie version. Admiral Byrd also states Inner Earth has an inner Sun. Admiral Byrd said, that the poles of the Earth are convex, rather than concave (means they are outside of the Globe, perhaps the 4th Level of Consciousness, but we are still inside! LM).
Ships and planes can actually fly or drive right in. The American press announced Admiral Byrd's discovery, however it was immediately suppressed by our good friends, the Secret Government. Ray Palmer, the editor of "Flying Saucer Magazine" did a detailed story on Admiral Byrd's discoveries. The United States Government either bought, stole or destroyed almost every copy and then destroyed the plates at the printing press. I have been told, that the exact same thing happened in respect to an article done on Admiral Byrd's discovery by the "National Geographic". The magazine was released and the U.S. Government gobbled up almost every issue. If the story wasn't true how come the Government was so uptight?
Another interesting fact, is that the United States Government does not let planes fly over the poles. All flights are directed to go around the Poles, and any airline pilot flying in these areas will tell you this. Another interesting phenomena is the fact, that the icebergs are composed of fresh water and not salt water, that drift from the Poles. An interesting question is why it is warmer nearer the Poles, than it is 600 to 1000 miles away from it.
In Dr. Raymond Bernard's book called "The Hollow Earth" he tells of a man, who confirmed Admiral Byrd's story. Dr. Nephi Cotton of Los Angeles reported, that one of his patients, a man of Nordic descent, told him the following story:
"I lived near the Arctic Circle in Norway. One summer my friend and I made up our minds to take a boat trip together and go as far, as we could into the North country. So we put a months worth of food provisions in a small fishing boat and set to sea. At the end of one month we had traveled far into the north, beyond the Pole and into a strange new country. We were much astonished at the weather there. Warm, and at times at night it was almost too warm to sleep. Then we saw something so strange, that we were both astonished. Ahead of the warm open sea we were on what looked like a great mountain. Into that mountain at a certain point, that ocean seemed to be emptying. Mystified, we continued in that direction and found ourselves sailing into a vast canyon leading into the interior of the Earth. We kept sailing and then we saw what surprised us… a Sun shining inside the Earth. The ocean, that had carried us into the hollow interior of the Earth, gradually became a river. This river led, as we came to realize later, all through the inner surface of the World from one end to the other. It can take you, if you follow it long enough, from the North Pole clear through to the South Pole. We saw, that the inner surface of the Earth was divided, as the other one is, into both land and water. There is plenty of sunshine and both animal and vegetable life abounds there. We sailed further and further into this fantastic country, fantastic, because everything was huge in size, as compared with things on the outside. Plants are big, trees gigantic and finally we came to giants. They were dwelling in homes and towns, just as we do on the Earth surface, and they used a type of electrical conveyance like a mono-rail car, to transport people. It ran along the river's edge from town to town. Several of the Inner Earth inhabitants, huge giants, detected our boat on the river, and were quite amazed. They were, however, quite friendly. We were invited to dine with them in their homes, and so my companion and I separated, he was going with one giant to that giant's home and I was going with another giant to his home. My gigantic friend brought me home to his family and I was completely dismayed to see the huge size of all the objects in his home. The dinner table was colossal. A plate was put before me and filled with a portion of food so big, it would have fed me abundantly an entire week. The Giant offered me a cluster of grapes and each grape was as big, as one of our peaches.
I tasted one and found it far sweeter, than any I had ever tasted outside. In the interior of the Earth all the fruits and vegetables taste far better and more flavorsome, than those we have on the outer surface of the Earth. We stayed with the Giants for one year, enjoying their companionship as much, as they enjoyed knowing us. We observed many strange and unusual things during our visit with these remarkable people, and were continually amazed at their scientific progress and inventions. All of this time they were never unfriendly to us, and we were allowed to return to our own home in the same manner, in which we came… in fact, they courteously offered their protection, if we should need it for the return voyage."
Another different account about a visit to the Hollow Earth was cited by another Norwegian by the name of Olaf Jansen, and was recorded in a book called "The Smoky God", written by Willis George Emerson. The term "Smoky God" refers to the Central Sun in the hollow interior of the Earth, which is smaller and less brilliant, than our outer Sun, of course, and hence appears as smoky. The book relates the experiences of a Noarse father and his son, who in their small fishing boat attempted to find the "land beyond the North wind", which they had heard about. A windstorm apparently carried them through the Polar Opening into the hollow interior of the Earth. The book was published in 1908. It tells of the son's experiences. They apparently spent two years there and upon returning through the South Polar Opening, the father lost his life when an iceberg broke in two and destroyed the boat. The son was rescued and told his incredible story. He was placed in a prison for the insane, because no one would believe him. After being released and spending 26 years as a fisherman, he moved to the United States. In his nineties he befriended Willis George Emerson and told him his story. On his death bed he also gave him maps, that he had made of the interior of the Earth and the manuscript of his experiences. The book, "The Smoky God", tells of his experiences.
(The full text of "The Smoky God" is available near the end of this document, preceding the more recent Inner Earth communications made through Dianne Robbins in her two Inner Earth books.)
In the book he said, that the people live from 400 to 800 years and are highly advanced in science. They can transmit their thoughts from one to another by certain types of radiations and have sources of power greater, than our electricity. They are the creators of flying saucers, which are operated by this superior power, drawn from the electromagnetism of the atmosphere. They are twelve or more feet in stature.
(What about level of Consciousness, not Science? Their consciousness is lower, than ours, because their Sun is not as bright, as ours! If they higher than us, they think, than they should be above us, not below,  under our feet! Their city looks more like fabled Rainbow City. LM).
One other interesting side note is that, in 1942, Nazi Germany sent out an expedition composed of some of its leading scientists in an attempt to find an entrance to the Hollow Earth. Göring, Himmler, and Hitler enthusiastically endorsed the project. The Fuehrer was convinced, that the Earth was concave and that man lived on the inside of the globe. In "The Hollow Earth", Raymond Bernard also tells of a photograph published in 1960 in the Toronto, Canada Globe and Mail, which shows a beautiful valley with lush, green hills. An aviator claimed, that the picture had been taken from his airplane as he flew "beyond the North Pole".
The Channelings of Djwhal Khul on the Hollow Earth
Whenever I do research on a given subject I like to get Djwhal Khul's feedback on the information I have come up with. Upon sharing with Him, what I have shared with you in this book, he had a number of interesting things to add. First off, he confirmed, that Admiral Byrd did, indeed, travel to the Inner Earth as he said, he did. He said, that there is a Sun in the Inner Earth, but it is different, than our outer Sun.
He said, that the Aurora Borealis was not caused by the Sun of the Inner Earth, but from a different light source.
(That light source is different Color vibrations of Spheres or Crusts and Civilizations living in those Spheres of  Earths-Suns. The lower physical Spheres are inside each other; the higher Level is non-physical and is above us! LM).
He said, that the Opening at the Poles were very wide and ships and planes can fly into it, however it is naturally protected by some kind of energy field. People can find it if they really search for it, however, it is slightly camouflaged by this energy field. He confirmed, that there were entrances to the Inner Earth in Egypt, Tibet and the Yukatan, and also added, that there were other entrances in the Bermuda Triangle, Soviet Union, and Africa. He said, that there were different races in the Inner Earth just like on the surface of the Earth, and some of them are quite tall. He also confirmed, that the United States Government and other countries are aware of the Inner Earth and are covering up the fact as they are with UFO's and extraterrestrials. Dr. Joshua David Stone




II. Admiral Richard E. Byrd's Diary (February - March 1947)



(I find a lot of resemblance between Robert Monroe and Admiral Byrd. Both were good, experienced pilots, both were writing books, both were born Scorpios: Bob, born 30 October, Richard, born 25 October;
both were true warriors; Bob Monroe organised Monroe Institute with his own money; Admiral Byrd organised his expeditions with his own money; both spent considerable part of their life in Virginia. LM)

The exploration flight over the North Pole. The Inner Earth - My Secret Diary

I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It concerns my Arctic flight of the nineteenth day of February in the year of Nineteen and Forty-Seven. There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of the Truth! I am not at liberty to disclose the following documentation at this writing ...perhaps it shall never see the light of public scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here for all to read one day. In a world of greed and exploitation of certain of mankind can no longer suppress, that which is truth.
Flight Log: Base Camp Arctic, 2/19/1947
06.00 Hours - All preparations are complete for our flight northward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.
06.20 Hours - fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys are running smoothly.
07.30 Hours - Radio Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.
07.40 Hours - Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal, however.
08.00 Hours - Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbulence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.
08.15 Hours- Radio Check with base camp, situation normal.
08.30 Hours - Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.
09.10 Hours - Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course for a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading. Position check made again to Base Camp, and relay information concerning colorations in the Ice and snow below.
09.10 Hours - Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. Take bearing with Sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing!
09.15 Hours - In the distance is what appears to be mountains.
0949 Hours - 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting of a small range, that I have never seen before!
09.55 Hours - Altitude change to 2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.
10.00 Hours - We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northward as best, as can be ascertained. Beyond the mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over Ice and Snow! To the portside are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation Instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth!
10.05 Hours - I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either moss or a type of tight-knit grass. The Light here seems different. I cannot see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO!!! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed - it is definitely a mammoth-like animal! Report this to Base Camp.
10.30 Hours - Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing on our heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their actions. Attempt to contact Base Camp. Radio is not functioning!
11.30 Hours - Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and starboard wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened. I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type!
11.35 Hours - Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: 'Welcome, Admiral, to our Domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.' I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.
11.40 Hours - Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator!
The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!
11.45 Hours - I am making a hasty last entry in the Flight Log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply. End Log.



From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened. The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are received in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage, which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing Hosts come to our quarters and announce, that I am to accompany them. I have no choice, but to comply. I leave my Radioman behind and we walk a short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway, that is lit by a rose-colored light, that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the Beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription, that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of my Hosts speaks. "Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master..."
I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration, that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my surroundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a Human term, that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, 'I bid you welcome to our Domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table.
He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following.
“We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.”
“Surface World?”, I half-gasp under my breath!
“Yes,” the Master replies with a smile, “you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan.
It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface World to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power, that is not for Man, namely, that of atomic energy.
Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.”
I interrupted, “But what does this have to do with me, Sir?”
The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, “Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you, who would destroy your very World, rather than relinquish their power as they know it...”
I nodded, and the Master continued, “In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your World, a black fury, that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your Arms, there will be no safety in your Science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all Human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent War was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour, do you say I am mistaken?”
“No,” I answer, “it happened once before, the Dark Ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.”
“Yes, my son,” replied the Master, “the Dark Ages, that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe, that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say.
We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message...”
With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream....but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which. Suddenly, I was again aware, that the two beautiful Hosts, who had brought me here were again at my side. “This way, Admiral,” motioned one. I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face. 'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.
Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, “We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.”
I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted, as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my Radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face. As I approached, I said, “It is all right, Howie, it is all right.”
The two Beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was immediately lifted by that unseen force, until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.
2.15 Hours - A radio message comes through. “We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen !”
We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky. The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered the control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts....
Entry in Flight Log continues:
2.20 Hours - We are again over vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from Base Camp. We radio them, they respond. We report all conditions normal...normal. Base Camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.
3.00 Hours - We land smoothly at Base Camp. I have a mission...
End Log Entries:
March 11, 1947. I have just attended a Staff Meeting at the Pentagon. I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master. All is duly recorded. The President has been advised. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty- nine minutes, to be exact.) I am interviewed intently by Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was an ordeal ! I am placed under strict control via the National Security provisions of this United States of America. I am ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN REGARD TO ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, ON THE BEHALF OF HUMANITY!!! Incredible! I am reminded, that I am a Military Man and I must obey orders.
30/12/56 - Final Entry:
These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind...I now make my final entry in this singular diary. In closing, I must state, that I have faithfully kept this matter secret as directed all these years.
It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall. This can be the only hope for Humankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end. Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of Truth shall come again....and those who are of darkness shall fall in it's Light. FOR I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
Admiral Richard E. Byrd - United States Navy. 24 December 1956






III. 'Phantom of the Poles'


by William Reed

One of the early writers to present the theory of the Earth being hollow with openings at its poles was an American thinker, William Reed, author of the book, "Phantom of the Poles" published in 1906. This book provides an early compilation of scientific evidence, based on the reports of Arctic explorers, in support of the theory, that the Earth is hollow with Openings at its poles. Reed estimates, that the Crust of the Earth has a thickness of 800 miles, while its hollow interior has a diameter of 6,400 miles. Reed summarizes his revolutionary theory as follows:
"The Earth is hollow. The Poles, so long sought, are phantoms. There are Openings at the northern and southern extremities. In the interior are vast continents, oceans, mountains and rivers. Vegetable and animal life are evident in this New World, and it is probably peopled by races unknown to dwellers on the Earth's surface."
Reed pointed out, that the Earth is not a true Sphere, but is flattened at the Poles, or rather it begins to flatten out as one approaches the hypothetical North and South Pole, which really do not exist, because the Openings to its hollow interior occur there. Hence the Poles are really in midair, in the center of the polar Openings and are not on its surface as would-be discoverers of the Poles suppose. Reed claims, that the Poles cannot be discovered, because the Earth is hollow at its Pole points, which exist in midair, due to the existence there of polar Openings leading to its interior. When explorers thought they reached the Pole, they were misled by the eccentric behavior of the compass in high latitudes, north and south. Reed claims, that this happened in the case of Peary and Cook, neither of whom really reached the North Pole, as we shall later see. Starting at 70 to 75 degrees North and South latitude the Earth starts to curve INWARDS. The Pole is simply the outer rim of a magnetic circle around the polar opening. The North Magnetic Pole, once thought to be a point in the Arctic Archipelago, has been lately shown by Soviet Arctic explorers to be a line approximately 1000 miles long. However, as we stated above, instead of being a straight line it is really a circular line constituting the rim of the polar opening. When an explorer reaches this rim, he has reached the North Magnetic Pole; and though the compass will always point to it after one passes it, it is really not the North Pole even if one is deluded into thinking it is, or that he discovered the Pole due to having been misled by his compass. When one reaches this magnetic circle (the rim of the polar opening), the magnetic needle of the compass points straight down. This has been observed by many Arctic explorers who, after reaching high latitudes, near to 90 degrees, were dumbfounded by the inexplicable action of the compass and its tendency to point vertically upward. (They were then inside the Polar Opening and the compass pointed to the Earth's North Magnetic Pole, which was along the rim of this Opening).
As the Earth turns on its axis, the motion is gyroscopic, like the spinning of a top. The outer gyroscopic pole is the magnetic circle of the rim of the Polar Opening. Beyond the rim the Earth flattens and slopes gradually toward its hollow interior. The true Pole is the exact center of the Opening at the Poles, which, consequently, do not really exist, and those, who claimed to have discovered them, did not tell the truth, even if they thought they did, having been misled by the irregular action of the compass at high latitudes. For this reason, neither Cook, nor Peary, nor any other explorer ever reached the North or South Poles, and never will.




IV. US Air Force Colonel: Traveler to the Inner Earth



Billie Faye Woodard - USAF Colonel

Below is an incredible first-hand account from a US Air Force Colonel about the inside of our Planet [courtesy abovetopsecret.com/onelight.com]
This information was gathered and written down with permission, from a recording taken on the phone January 10, 2002 (Greg Gavin/Onelight.com):
My name is Colonel Billie Faye Woodard of the United States Air Force.
Arrival and Indoctrination
I was first stationed at Area 51, Nevada, Jan.28, 1971 through 1982. In that period of service I visited the Hollow Interior of the Earth six times, 800 miles deep. Upon my arrival to Area 51 I was indoctrinated to the existence of tunnels beneath Area 51, and soon after I met several of the Underground Shuttle Operators, that have a stature of 13 to 14 feet in height. These tunnels, that transverse the world, are built by a species of Beings, who have existed here before we, a very long time.

(No, it's not true! According to Robert Monroe - watch the videos, some of us have been on this Earth 150000, means hundred and fifty thousands years ago! Maybe some of us visited the above-mentioned World as well, later we will know all about it! LM).
The History of Research at the Monroe Institute
http://www.monroeinstitute.org/research/the-history-of-research-at-the-monroe-institute
Videos with Robert Monroe I advise to watch
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=V96Ty5L2jMM&list=PL46FC150F88931111#t=0

Immediately on my arrival to Area 51, I was made aware of the tunnels and all the workings of the facility itself. They told me, that the first 15 levels of the Area 51 facility were man made; that Levels 16-27 were already there. Nobody from our government made them. We were just facilitating them. My father had been stationed at Roswell. As part of my induction into the military he requested, that I be stationed along with him at the Pentagon. There they said "We have a new duty station for you, which will be Area 51 facility, Nevada", Commonly referred to as S-4. When I went into the Pentagon I was a Second Lieutenant.
When I came to the Pentagon they gave me the field commission as First Lieutenant. After 3 weeks of being there they handed me my full Colonel rank, saying "you have to be a full Colonel to be stationed at this next facility". There were 150,000 personnel in this facility, approx. 85% military personnel and 15% civilian. Following my arrival I was taken underground and did not see the light of day for 11.5 years.
The Tunnels and Shuttles
The Walls of the Tunnels are very smooth. If you were to pull a hollow tube through a ball of clay you can get an idea of how smooth. The walls have what is likened to a marble finish, which are made of a metal substance, impenetrable; the surface of the walls cannot be penetrated even by a diamond drill, nor will a laser penetrate the surface. Remember there was a time when we used to see troop movements from point A to B on the Earth's surface, continually. It was not that long ago. Now, you rarely see this. Now they use tunnels to move all these troops at long distances. The tunnels are wide enough to drive two, 18 foot wheelers side by side. Stemming from Area 51, one shuttle goes out to the Pacific Ocean - 350 miles due west of Monterey - where there is a Pyramid; another shuttle goes to the Cheyenne Mountain facility.
The length of a large shuttle machine is approx 1/4 mile long. Interior inhabitants make use of these machines - a huge vessel for moving large numbers of people/beings/whatever quickly. The smaller shuttle is 50-60 feet in length, this was the kind I was in. The speed of the shuttles is faster, than the speed of sound, they can travel from Area 51 to the main interior of the Earth in less than 10 Earth minutes. In 5-6 minutes you are there. The material used to make the shuttles is the same substance, that made up the skin of the spacecraft at Roswell. The shuttles run on electromagnetic power using the Earth's grid line.
The operators, who I mentioned earlier, who are of a stature of 13-14 ft. in height, look like us in their appearance, but much more highly evolved, and speak through telepathy. The men have beards or not, and the women's skin is flawless, indeed having a perfect clear complexion. Their expression for Humans is one of concern for Us - as they see where we Humans are headed.
(I don't know about them, but all the Graduates of Planetary Game are going to the Source! There are a few Inner Earths-Suns and hundreds of Civilizations, inhabiting them ! LM).
There are seven civilizations residing in the Inner Earth - which are governed by the principles of harmony. They understand and they speak all languages of the Earth. Their understanding of medical knowledge is phenomenal.
My Personal History
At the age of 12, while walking through a field of corn with another friend I had a paranormal experience. I was taken into a UFO vehicle and transported into the Inner Earth. Here, I lived for 6 months among the Hollow Earth residents. You may imagine the wonder of my parents especially of my Father, who was in the Military Service, at that time when I disappeared, then I mysteriously returned in 6 months. It was due to this experience, that I believe my Father made certain, that I was engaged under his wing at the Pentagon and later directed to serve at Area 51. I am not the biological offspring of my Father, but an adopted child, as was my Sister. My Sister was killed by what is referred to as the “Secret Government”. I was able to combat their negativity with my mind, which is stronger, and survived their attacks.
It is my knowledge through my Guide Zora, an Inner Earth scientist, who is 150,000 years old, that my Sister and myself are originally from the Inner Earth, that our true parents live in the Inner Earth. When our Father took us in, as adopted children, we did not speak a language known to any surface culture. I have an unknown blood type. I have never had a disease of any kind. My blood has been medically examined and destroys all viral infections, when combined with other blood samples in a lab setting.
Hollow Earth Vortexes
The Hollow Earth residents have the ability to split the ocean floor and create a vortex, as is shown with the Bermuda Triangle. There are 7 different levels in these vortexes, and equipment and Beings are brought in and placed corresponding to these different levels. The vortexes act as doorways for entrance or exit to the hollow interior of the Earth. There is more, than one triangle area off of Florida, one at Lake Erie, and another off the coast of Mexico, one off of Japan; as well as other geographic locations of the Earth. These are called "Quiet Zones". These doorways allow creatures from the interior to come out and in such as the Sasquatch, LochNess...etc. All Planets are hollow as is the Sun, which is really a Planet. There are civilizations in the Sun, which have colonies in the Earth' subterranean regions.
Seeking Entry
In order to locate an entrance to the Inner Earth, where ever you are underground, all that you need is your compass. The compass will spin as if you are standing at the North Pole at the tunnel entrance to the Inner Earth. When I left the Military Service, I no longer had means of going into the Hollow Earth. It was necessary, that I seek another way. I and a party of interested seekers, rented a plane, which took us to the very rim of the North Pole.
The People of the Interior
The people of the interior were very free with showing me around, very articulate in showing you, what is exactly going on - they do not hold anything back. They always ask permission when working with Nature, they ask the plants for permission before consuming them or cutting them down, they ask the Mother Earth before they build on it, and do so build with the lay of the land, which best suits their environment, a practice similar to the American Indians;
(there is no such a thing like Mother-Earth or Father-Sun! Sun and Planet is the same thing! Sun just makes a Shell around itself and starts growing Life-Forms internally, like a chicken in the egg! The world, described below, reminds me the world, visited by Robert Monroe, only there is no Food Chain like in our World! It means, that they don't generate as much of White Sun Energy of Balance, as we do! They don't grow spiritually as fast, as we do, because they don't experience Pain! I don't trust systems, which are ruled by kings or queens. LM).
therefore seeking to preserve a harmonious state at all times; wanting to be one with Nature at all times; they are more spiritually advanced, than surface dwellers and greatly respect Mother Earth.
The atmosphere is crystal clear, as a rule, there are at times clouds, but nothing like rain clouds. The temperature is a constant 73 degrees. The people in the interior speak directly with the animals, and the animals speak directly to the people of the interior. There is no need for hoarding, for everything is free, no need to create in abundance, as everything is ample. A process of bartering is more common, than trade in money. This is basically a utopian culture with no depression leading into violence. No parties seeking to make war and gain dominance over each other. There are none richer, nor poorer. There are aero-ships (we term on the surface as flying saucers), in which a part of themselves, a part of their personality goes into the creation of the aero-ship through the process of thought, due to their very powerful minds.
This makes the aero-ships perfect in design and execution in motion. Only a few persons of the surface have these similar abilities to create, due to the repression of these abilities in childhood by religion, education, and family fears. The people of the interior are allowed to enter the space of their imagination, if you will, and there they create. Disease will not enter their bodies - for it is not allowed. As surface Humanity enters into the coming 4th dimensional phase, the Inner Earth people will come forward and more deeply work with us on the surface. People on the surface are presently so involved with the sense of "me", that they can not live together harmoniously. People of the surface, who seek to reach the Inner Earth inhabitants through meditation, will receive it. Children, who are being born now, are becoming more capable of using the wholeness of their brain, which is in common practice in the Interior. One of the first things they showed us in the interior was their capability of interplanetary travel and time travel. The basis of time travel is likened to bending space, which comes through the power of meditation and by the acceptance of being an unlimited Being. If you train your mind at a subconscious level, that you are an unlimited Being, all things are possible. On the surface, capabilities to experience this infinite power are more easily awakened at such Portals as Mt. Shasta, which serves as a Space Time Portal directly to the Inner Earth. Once in the surroundings of Mt. Shasta you are drawn into the “harmonious state”. In my experiences at Mt. Shasta the Telosians in their civilisation underground in that area are projecting an aura of great harmony in a lovely atmosphere.
Area 51
Of all I saw at Area 51, 95% remains hidden from the public. Going into Area 51 is like going into another world, where they are terribly afraid, that other countries and other parties are going to get "this" information. Their thoughts being "if we admit that the Earth is hollow, with a central intelligence in it, this is going to cause discord and fear". This fear process is generated by the private companies, who seek to control and advance their own needs and personal agendas through Area 51. I left the Air Force due to their domineering ways by those, who sought to act like control freaks, who were stagnating my ability to think and act in a creative manner. In accepting their Orders not to talk about such information, they take it for granted, that one will automatically obey. Because of my outgoing desire to share information and inform the public at large my Service Pension and all my benefits and rights such as the use of the Commissary, dental and medical, were taken away. I was in the military for 13.5 years, from basic to the Pentagon and then to Area 51. The genetic engineering, that is taking place at Area 51, is with our younger generation. The "milk carton children", whose photos were commonly seen in the markets in the past, were abducted and taken to Area 51. Level 16 of Area 51 is the genetic engineering level, where they are using our children for experimentation in longevity and powers of the mind. The major force behind this is what is termed as the "Secret Government". There are civilians of the Secret Government, which are in control in several areas of Area 51. There is a network of tunnels underground, that go all the way to Europe, South America - the several continents. And there is an intermingling of this great network of tunnels throughout the globe, of which many governments use. Colonel Bill Faye Woodard






Entrances to Hollow Earth - Allegedly a genuine NASA picture, taken by ESSA-7 in 1968 (I seriously doubt the opening can be this big)



VI. Galactic Federation Council of Sirius: The Realm of Agartha



The Realm of Agartha as described by the Members of the Galactic Federation Council of Sirius – 7 February 2006 [Through Sheldan Nidle]
As we move inexorably toward the revelation, that is “First Contact”, we intend to turn our attention briefly toward your inner neighbors. Inner Earth is a concept, that has inspired numerous myths, legends, and fantastic stories. The first point to be made is, that Inner Earth does indeed exist!
Today, we come to tell you that Mother Earth's configuration is quite different. Like all celestial objects such as Planets or Stars, the Earth is hollow. This fact is suppressed by those, who secretly rule you, because the truth of this has a knock-on affect, that can upset other core misperceptions, used to manipulate you. When wisely used, it can reveal vast new vistas of knowledge and encourage you to apply your inner wisdom to your current circumstances.
Inner Earth consists of two main features: The first is Mother Earth's inner Crust, which is a continuation of the external surface Crust. The two Polar Regions each have a large entrance or hole, somewhat like a cored apple, and the Crust wraps itself down and around into the hollow interior. The outer and inner crusts have very similar topography: Both comprise oceans, continents, mountain ranges, lakes, and rivers.
It is merely, that the Inner Crust faces the Earth's Core-Sun. This Core glows and is surrounded by a cloudy veil. The light, given off, is more diffuse, that the light of the Sun, so the daylight in Inner Earth is softer and gentler, than on the Earth's external surface. The second main feature of inner Earth is the so-called cavern worlds. These are immense hollows within the Layer of the Crust, some of which are natural features, created by Mother Earth, while others were made using the advanced technology of inner Earth's major society, the land of Agartha. This land is the last living remnant of Earth's second Galactic
Federation colony, Lemuria. Lemuria, in her original form, was a surface society with a subterranean component. The primary capital city was situated on the large island, that sank beneath the waves of the Pacific some 25,000 years ago. A secondary capital city was located in Inner Earth. It was to this city, that the government of Lemuria moved after the cataclysm. The new ruler of the surface, the Empire of Atlantis, ordered the major tunnel entrances to be sealed. It was only during the final days of Atlantis, that the Lemurians broke these seals and thus saved many surface dwellers from certain death.
These people formed a society, that subsequently returned for a time to the surface and became the Rama Empire situated in Southern Asia. Then the Great Flood of 8,000 BC ended this attempt to save Humanity from the dark ways of the Anunnaki. Despite this setback, Lemuria persisted in her role of protecting the surface world from these havoc-wreaking rapscallions. It was her Galactic emissaries, that maintained membership for this Solar System in the Galactic Federation. After the Great Flood and the demise of the Rama Empire, the Lemurians regrouped and named their newly combined society Agartha. The capital Shamballah was relocated to a cavern, located far beneath the city of Lhasa in modern Tibet. Many tunnels connect Shamballah to the surface in the Himalayas. These were used by holy men, who came to spread their great energy and divine wisdom to the outside world. In this area, an extraordinary place was kept for special occasions, where holy men and their chosen disciples met in order to maintain Mother Earth's sacred energy grids. This work, together with numerous rituals, performed daily throughout Inner Earth, is largely responsible for keeping alive the energy, that is Lemuria's main legacy to the surface peoples of Mother Earth. Lemuria, and later on Agartha, have continuously held the Light for your transformation back into fully conscious Beings of Light.

Artistic interpretation

Agartha is a world much like yours. Inner Earth contains a thriving ecosystem, in which can be found creatures no longer existing on the surface. This exotic menagerie is carefully supervised. Close to the various cities of Inner Earth are special areas, where Agarthans care for and, when necessary, heal the many creatures of this varied ecology. Agarthans reside in a network of Crystal Cities spread throughout Inner Earth. These vary in size from roughly 10,000 to 1,000,000 inhabitants, although most range from around 100,000 to 200,000 people. These cities more closely resemble mini-settlements, that together form the whole society. The underlying unit is the "podlet." Podlets sharing a similar life purpose group together to form "clans." Clans are the primary building blocks of Galactic Society. Over time, fully conscious humans developed a format for harmonious living called Galactic Society, of which Agartha is a prime example. In her case, a system of 12 clans forms the core of this society's operation, and these are organized according to task, e.g. administration, engineering, healing sciences, etc. Each clan breaks down into podlets, that contain a maximum of 64 individuals. It is common for podlets from one clan to associate freely with those from the other 11 clans. These larger groupings form mini-communities, that each possesses the resources for creatively solving any problem, that arises. These mini-communities, in turn, blend to form the neighborhoods of a city. Thus, each city is a beehive of individuals, who come together to share and contribute to their neighborhood, their city, and their world. The ruling council of Agartha is composed of the 12 clan heads elected to this post for their past meritorious service to clan and society. From this council is chosen an individual considered to be the wisest and most deserving of the titular honor of
King or Queen of Agartha. This person is in charge of the vast army of emissaries and liaisons sent to the surface world and to the appropriate councils of the Galactic Federation. Their responsibility is to see, that your transformation back into physical goes according to the plan. Their work on your behalf helped us to refocus this first contact mission and indirectly resulted in "Decra Zau," or Operation Spirit. Moreover, the King and his council have set the agenda for the amazing period, that is to follow the actual mass landings on your world. Advanced technology, which allows each person to create his or her daily food and clothing, makes each crystal city self-sufficient. The farming, building, and manufacturing industries of the surface world are rendered obsolete by this Light technology. For example, each individual can change the appearance and interior design of her residence on a whim. This technology also transports a person from one point to another almost instantaneously. This means, that the world becomes a community as accessible to you, as your immediate neighborhood. Thus, Agarthans' thinking is not constrained by the limiting conditions, that their surface neighbors live under. The freedom, conferred by this Light technology, has released wonderfully creative talents, that are put to full use by their society. Happily, the Agarthans are now using these skills to reunite Agartha with their surface brethren.
(No, we are sandwiched between them and higher non-physical Spheres of Earths-Suns of the 4th Level! LM).



A Voyage to the Inner World - The Smoky God - by Willis George Emerson - 1908


It was just two o'clock in the morning when I was aroused from a restful sleep by the vigorous ringing of my doorbell. The untimely disturber proved to be a messenger bearing a note, scrawled almost to the point of illegibility, from an old Norseman by the name of Olaf Jansen. After much deciphering, I made out the writing, which simply said: "Am ill unto death. Come." The call was imperative, and I lost no time in making ready to comply. Perhaps I may as well explain here that Olaf Jansen, a man who quite recently celebrated his ninety-fifth birthday, has for the last half-dozen years been living alone in an unpretentious bungalow out Glendale way, a short distance from the business district of Los Angeles, California.



It was less than two years ago, while out walking one afternoon, that I was attracted by Olaf Jansen's house and its homelike surroundings, toward its owner and occupant, whom I afterward came to know as a believer in the ancient worship of Odin and Thor. There was a gentleness in his face, and a kindly expression in the keenly alert gray eyes of this man, who had lived more, than four-score years and ten; and with a sense of loneliness, that appealed to my sympathy. Slightly stooped, and with his hands clasped behind him, he walked back and forth with slow and measured tread, that day when first we met. I can hardly say what particular motive impelled me to pause in my walk and engage him in conversation.
He seemed pleased, when I complimented him on the attractiveness of his bungalow, and on the well-tended vines and flowers clustering in profusion over its windows, roof and wide piazza. I soon discovered, that my new acquaintance was no ordinary person, but one profound and learned to a remarkable degree; a man who, in the later years of his long life, had dug deeply into books and become strong in the power of meditative silence. I encouraged him to talk, and soon gathered,  that he had resided only six or seven years in Southern California, but had passed the dozen years prior in one of the middle Eastern states. Before that he had been a fisherman off the coast of Norway, in the region of the Lofoden Islands, from whence he had made trips still farther north to Spitzbergen and even to Franz Josef Land. When I started to take my leave, he seemed reluctant to have me go, and asked me to come again. Although at the time I thought nothing of it, I remember now, that he made a peculiar remark as I extended my hand in leave-taking.
"You will come again?" he asked. "Yes, you will come again someday. I am sure you will; and I shall show you my library and tell you many things, of which you have never dreamed, things so wonderful, that may be you will not believe me."
I laughingly assured him, that I would not only come again, but would be ready to believe whatever he might choose to tell me of his travels and adventures. In the days that followed I became well acquainted with Olaf Jansen, and, little by little, he told me his story, so marvelous, that its very daring challenges reason and belief. The old Norseman always expressed himself with so much earnestness and sincerity, that I became enthralled by his strange narrations. Then came the messenger's call that night, and within the hour I was at Olaf Jansen's bungalow. He was very impatient at the long wait, although after being summoned I had come immediately to his bedside.
"I must hasten," he exclaimed, while yet he held my hand in greeting. "I have much to tell you, that you know not, and I will trust no one, but you. I fully realize," he went on hurriedly, "that I shall not survive the night. The time has come to join my fathers in the great sleep."
I adjusted the pillows to make him more comfortable, and assured him I was glad to be able to serve him in any way possible, for I was beginning to realize the seriousness of his condition. The lateness of the hour, the stillness of the surroundings, the uncanny feeling of being alone with the dying man, together with his weird story, all combined to make my heart beat fast and loud with a feeling, for which I have no name. Indeed, there were many times that night by the old Norseman's couch, and there have been many times since, when a sensation, rather than a conviction, took possession of my very soul, and I seemed not only to believe in, but actually see, the strange lands, the strange people and the strange World, of which he told, and to hear the mighty orchestral chorus of a thousand lusty voices. For over two hours he seemed endowed with almost superhuman strength, talking rapidly, and to all appearances, rationally. Finally he gave into my hands certain data, drawings and crude maps. "These," said he in conclusion, "I leave in your hands. If I can have your promise to give them to the world, I shall die happy, because I desire, that people may know the truth, for then all mystery,  concerning the frozen Northland, will be explained. There is no chance of your suffering the fate I suffered. They will not put you in irons, nor confine you in a mad-house, because you are not telling your own story, but mine, and I, thanks to the gods, Odin and Thor, will be in my grave, and so beyond the reach of disbelievers, who would persecute."
Without a thought of the far-reaching results the promise entailed, or foreseeing the many sleepless nights, which the obligation has since brought me, I gave my hand and with it a pledge to discharge faithfully his dying wish. As the Sun rose over the peaks of the San Jacinto, far to the eastward, the spirit of Olaf Jansen, the navigator, the explorer and worshiper of Odin and Thor, the man, whose experiences and travels, as related, are without a parallel in all the world's history, passed away, and I was left alone with the dead. And now, after having paid the last sad rites to this strange man from the Lofoden Islands, and the still farther "Northward Ho!", the courageous explorer of frozen regions, who in his declining years (after he had passed the four-score mark) had sought an asylum of restful peace in sun-favored California, I will undertake to make public his story.

VII. Olaf Jansen's Amazing Story



My name is Olaf Jansen. I am a Norwegian, although I was born in the little seafaring Russian town of Uleaborg, on the Eastern coast of the Gulf of Bothnia, the Northern arm of the Baltic Sea. My parents were on a fishing cruise in the Gulf of Bothnia, and put into this Russian town of Uleaborg at the time of my birth, being the twenty-seventh day of October, 1811. My Father, Jens Jansen, was born at Rodwig on the Scandinavian coast, near the Lofoden Islands, but after marrying made his home at Stockholm, because my mother's people resided in that city. When seven years old, I began going with my Father on his fishing trips along the Scandinavian coast. Early in life I displayed an aptitude for books, and at the age of nine years was placed in a private school in Stockholm, remaining there until I was fourteen. After this I made regular trips with my Father on all his fishing voyages. My Father was a man fully six feet three in height, and weighed over fifteen stone [210lb / 95kg], a typical Norseman of the most rugged sort, and capable of more endurance, than any other man I have ever known. He possessed the gentleness of a woman in tender little ways, yet his determination and will-power were beyond description. His will admitted of no defeat. I was in my nineteenth year when we started on what proved to be our last trip as fishermen, and which resulted in the strange story, that shall be given to the world - but not until I have finished my Earthly pilgrimage. I dare not allow the facts, as I know them, to be published while I am living, for fear of further humiliation, confinement and suffering. First of all, I was put in irons by the Captain of the whaling vessel, that rescued me, for no other reason than, that I told the truth about the marvelous discoveries, made by my father and myself. But this was far from being the end of my tortures. After four years and eight months' absence I reached Stockholm, only to find my Mother had died the previous year, and the property left by my parents in the possession of my Mother's people, but it was at once made over to me. All might have been well, had I erased from my memory the story of our adventure and of my Father's terrible death. Finally, one day I told the story in detail to my Uncle, Gustaf Osterlind, a man of considerable property, and urged him to fit out an expedition for me to make another voyage to the strange land. At first I thought he favored my project. He seemed interested, and invited me to go before certain officials and explain to them, as I had to him, the story of our travels and discoveries. Imagine my disappointment and horror when, upon the conclusion of my narrative, certain papers were signed by my Uncle, and, without warning, I found myself arrested and hurried away to dismal and fearful confinement in a madhouse, where I remained for twenty-eight years - long, tedious, frightful years of suffering! I never ceased to assert my sanity, and to protest against the injustice of my confinement. Finally, on the seventeenth of October, 1862, I was released. My Uncle was dead, and the friends of my youth were now strangers. Indeed, a man over fifty years old, whose only known record is, that of a madman, has no friends. I was at a loss to know what to do for a living, but instinctively turned toward the harbor, where fishing boats in great numbers were anchored, and within a week I had shipped with a fisherman by the name of Yan Hansen, who was starting on a long fishing cruise to the Lofoden Islands. Here my earlier years of training proved of the very greatest advantage, especially in enabling me to make myself useful. This was, but the beginning of other trips, and by frugal economy I was, in a few years, able to own a fishing-brig of my own. For wenty-seven years thereafter I followed the sea as a fisherman, five years working for others, and the last twenty-two for myself.
During all these years I was a most diligent student of books, as well, as a hard worker at my business, but I took great care not to mention to anyone the story, concerning the discoveries made by my Father and myself. Even at this late day
I would be fearful of having anyone see or know the things I am writing, and the records and maps I have in my keeping. When my days on Earth are finished, I shall leave maps and records, that will enlighten and, I hope, benefit Humankind.
The memory of my long confinement with maniacs, and all the horrible anguish and sufferings are too vivid to warrant my taking further chances. In 1889 I sold out my fishing boats, and found I had accumulated a fortune quite sufficient to keep me the remainder of my life. I then came to America. For a dozen years my home was in Illinois, near Batavia, where I gathered most of the books in my present library, though I brought many choice volumes from Stockholm. Later, I came to Los Angeles, arriving here March 4, 1901. The date I well remember, as it was President McKinley's second inauguration day. I bought this humble home and determined, here in the privacy of my own abode, sheltered by my own vine and fig-tree, and with my books about me, to make maps and drawings of the new lands we had discovered, and also to write the story in detail from the time my Father and I left Stockholm, until the tragic event, that parted us in the Antarctic Ocean. I well remember, that we left Stockholm in our fishing-sloop on the third day of April, 1829, and sailed to the southward, leaving Gothland Island to the left and Oeland Island to the right. A few days later we succeeded in doubling Sandhommar Point,
and made our way through the sound, which separates Denmark from the Scandinavian coast. In due time we put in at the town of Christiansand, where we rested two days, and then started around the Scandinavian coast to the westward, bound for the Lofoden Islands. My father was in high spirit, because of the excellent and gratifying returns he had received from our last catch by marketing at Stockholm, instead of selling at one of the seafaring towns along the Scandinavian coast. He was especially pleased with the sale of some ivory tusks, that he had found on the west coast of Franz Joseph Land during one of his Northern cruises the previous year, and he expressed the hope, that this time we might again be fortunate enough to load our little fishing-sloop with ivory, instead of cod, herring, mackerel and salmon. We put in at Hammerfest, latitude seventy-one degrees and forty minutes, for a few days' rest. Here we remained one week, laying in an extra supply of provisions and several casks of drinking-water, and then sailed toward Spitzbergen. For the first few days we had an open sea and a favoring wind, and then we encountered much ice and many icebergs. A vessel larger, than our little fishing-sloop could not possibly have threaded its way among the labyrinth of icebergs or squeezed through the barely open channels. These monster bergs presented an endless succession of crystal palaces, of massive cathedrals and fantastic mountain ranges, grim and sentinel-like, immovable as some towering cliff of solid rock, standing; silent as a sphinx, resisting the restless waves of a fretful sea. After many narrow escapes, we arrived at Spitzbergen on the 23rd of June, and anchored at Wijade Bay for a short time, where we were quite successful in our catches. We then lifted anchor and sailed through the Hinlopen Strait, and coasted along the North-East-Land. A strong wind came up from the southwest, and my Father said, that we had better take advantage of it and try to reach Franz Josef Land, where, the year before he had, by accident, found the ivory tusks, that had brought him such a good price at Stockholm. Never, before or since, have I seen so many sea-fowl; they were so numerous, that they hid the rocks on the coast line and darkened the sky. For several days we sailed along the rocky coast of Franz Josef Land. Finally, a favoring wind came up, that enabled us to make the West Coast, and, after sailing twenty-four hours, we came to a beautiful inlet. One could hardly believe it was the far Northland. The place was green with growing vegetation, and while the area did not comprise more, than one or two acres, yet the air was warm and tranquil. It seemed to be at that point, where the Gulf Stream's influence is most keenly felt. On the east coast there were numerous icebergs, yet here we were in open water. Far to the west of us, however, were icepacks, and still farther to the westward the ice appeared like ranges of low hills. In front of us, and directly to the north, lay an open sea.
My Father was an ardent believer in Odin and Thor, and had frequently told me they were Gods, who came from far beyond the "North Wind." There was a tradition, my Father explained, that still farther northward was a land more beautiful, than any that mortal man had ever known, and that it was inhabited by the "Chosen." My youthful imagination was fired by the ardor, zeal and religious fervor of my good Father, and I exclaimed: "Why not sail to this goodly land? The sky is fair, the wind favorable and the sea open." Even now I can see the expression of pleasurable surprise on his countenance as he turned toward me and asked:
"My Son, are you willing to go with me and explore -- to go far beyond, where Man has ever ventured?" I answered affirmatively. "Very  well," he replied. "May the God Odin protect us!" and, quickly adjusting the sails, he glanced at our compass, turned the prow in due northerly direction through an open channel, and our voyage had begun. The Sun was low in the horizon, as it was still the early Summer. Indeed, we had almost four months of day ahead of us before the frozen night could come on again. Our little fishing-sloop sprang forward, as if eager as ourselves for adventure. Within thirty-six hours we were out of sight of the highest point on the coast line of Franz Josef Land. We seemed to be in a strong current running north by northeast. Far to the right and to the left of us were icebergs, but our little sloop bore down on the narrows and passed through channels and out into open seas - channels so narrow in places that, had our craft been other, than small, we never could have gotten through. On the third day we came to an island. Its shores were washed by an open sea. My Father determined to land and explore for a day. This new land was destitute of timber, but we found a large accumulation of drift-wood on the northern shore. Some of the trunks of the trees were forty feet long and two feet in diameter. After one day's exploration of the coast line of this island, we lifted anchor and turned our prow to the North in an open sea. I remember, that neither my father nor myself had tasted food for almost thirty hours. Perhaps this was because of the tension of excitement about our strange voyage in waters farther north, my Father said, than anyone had ever before been. Active mentality had dulled the demands of the physical needs. Instead of the cold being intense as we had anticipated, it was really warmer and more pleasant, than it had been while in Hammerfest on the north coast of Norway, some six weeks before. We both frankly admitted, that we were very hungry, and forthwith I prepared a substantial meal from our well-stored larder. When we had partaken heartily of the repast, I told my Father I believed, I would sleep, as I was beginning to feel quite drowsy. "Very well," he replied, "I will keep the watch."
I have no way to determine how long I slept; I only know, that I was rudely awakened by a terrible commotion of the sloop. To my surprise, I found my Father sleeping soundly. I cried out lustily to him, and starting up, he sprang quickly to his feet.
Indeed, had he not instantly clutched the rail, he would certainly have been thrown into the seething waves. A fierce snow-storm was raging. The wind was directly astern, driving our sloop at a terrific speed, and was threatening every moment to capsize us. There was no time to lose, the sails had to be lowered immediately. Our boat was writhing in convulsions. A few icebergs we knew were on either side of us, but fortunately the channel was open directly to the North. But would it remain so?
In front of us, girding the horizon from left to right, was a vaporish Fog or Mist, black as Egyptian night at the water's edge, and white like a steam-cloud toward the top, which was finally lost to view as it blended with the great white flakes of falling snow. Whether it covered a treacherous iceberg, or some other hidden obstacle, against which our little sloop would dash and send us to a watery grave, or was merely the phenomenon of an Arctic Fog, there was no way to determine.
By what miracle we escaped being dashed to utter destruction, I do not know. I remember our little craft creaked and groaned, as if its joints were breaking. It rocked and staggered to and fro, as if clutched by some fierce undertow of whirlpool or
maelstrom. Fortunately our compass had been fastened with long screws to a crossbeam. Most of our provisions, however, were tumbled out and swept away from the deck of the cuddy, and had we not taken the precaution at the very beginning to tie ourselves firmly to the masts of the sloop, we should have been swept into the lashing sea. Above the deafening tumult of the raging waves, I heard my Father's voice.
"Be courageous, my Son," he shouted, "Odin is the God of the waters, the companion of the brave, and he is with us. Fear not."
To me it seemed there was no possibility of our escaping a horrible death. The little sloop was shipping water, the snow was falling so fast as to be blinding, and the waves were tumbling over our counters in reckless white-sprayed fury.
There was no telling, what instant we should be dashed against some drifting ice-pack. The tremendous swells would heave us up to the very peaks of mountainous waves, then plunge us down into the depths of the sea's trough, as if our fishing-sloop were a fragile shell. Gigantic white-capped waves, like veritable walls, fenced us in, fore and aft. This terrible nerve-racking ordeal, with its nameless horrors of suspense and agony of fear indescribable, continued for more, than three hours, and all the time we were being driven forward at fierce speed. Then suddenly, as if growing weary of its frantic exertions, the wind began to lessen its fury and by degrees to die down. At last we were in a perfect calm.
The Fog Mist had also disappeared, and before us lay an iceless channel perhaps ten or fifteen miles wide, with a few icebergs far away to our right, and an intermittent archipelago of smaller ones to the left.
I watched my Father closely, determined to remain silent, until he spoke. Presently he untied the rope from his waist and, without saying a word, began working the pumps, which fortunately were not damaged, relieving the sloop of the water it had shipped in the madness of the storm. He put up the sloop's sails as calmly, as if casting a fishing-net, and then remarked, that we were ready for a favoring wind when it came. His courage and persistence were truly remarkable.
On investigation we found less than one-third of our provisions remaining, while to our utter dismay, we discovered, that our water-casks had been swept overboard during the violent plungings of our boat. Two of our water-casks were in the main hold, but both were empty. We had a fair supply of food, but no fresh water. I realized at once the awfulness of our position. Presently I was seized with a consuming thirst.
"It is indeed bad," remarked my Father. "However, let us dry our bedraggled clothing, for we are soaked to the skin. Trust to the God Odin, my Son. Do not give up hope."
The Sun was beating down slantingly, as if we were in a Southern latitude, instead of in the far Northland. It was swinging around, its orbit ever visible and rising higher and higher each day, frequently mist-covered, yet always peering through the  lacework of clouds like some fretful eye of fate, guarding the mysterious Northland and jealously watching the pranks of Man.
Far to our right the rays decking the prisms of icebergs were gorgeous. Their reflections emitted flashes of garnet, of diamond, of sapphire. A pyrotechnic panorama of countless colors and shapes, while below could be seen the green-tinted sea, and above, the purple sky (Rainbow Colors of Earth's Spheres. LM).
I tried to forget my thirst by busying myself with bringing up some food and an empty vessel from the hold. Reaching over the side-rail, I filled the vessel with water for the purpose of washing my hands and face. To my astonishment, when the water came in contact with my lips, I could taste no salt. I was startled by the discovery.
"Father!" I fairly gasped, "the water, the water; it is fresh!" "What, Olaf?" exclaimed my Father, glancing hastily around. "Surely you are mistaken. There is no land. You are going mad." "But taste it!" I cried. And thus we made the discovery that the water was indeed fresh, absolutely so, without the least briny taste or even the suspicion of a salty flavor.
[In vol. I, page 196, Nansen writes: "It is a peculiar phenomenon - this dead water. We had at present a better opportunity of studying it, than we desired. It occurs, where a surface layer of fresh water rests upon the salt water of the sea, and this fresh water is carried along with the ship gliding on the heavier sea beneath it, as if on a fixed foundation. The difference between the two strata was in this case so great, that while we had drinking water on the surface, the water we got from the bottom cock of the engine-room was far too salty to be used for the boiler."]
We forthwith filled our two remaining water-casks, and my Father declared it was a Heavenly dispensation of mercy from the Gods Odin and Thor. We were almost beside ourselves with joy, but hunger bade us end our enforced fast. Now, that we had found fresh water in the open sea, what might we not expect in this strange latitude, where ship had never before sailed and the splash of an oar had never been heard? We had scarcely appeased our hunger when a breeze began filling the idle sails, and, glancing at the compass, we found the Northern point pressing hard against the glass. In response to my surprise, my Father said, "I have heard of this before; it is what they call the dipping of the needle."
We loosened the compass and turned it at right angles with the surface of the sea, before its point would free itself from the glass and point according to unmolested attraction. It shifted uneasily, and seemed as unsteady, as a drunken man, but finally pointed a course. Before this we thought the wind was carrying us North by Northwest, but, with the needle free, we discovered, if it could be relied upon, that we were sailing slightly North by Northeast. Our course, however, was ever tending northward. The sea was serenely smooth, with hardly a choppy wave, and the wind brisk and exhilarating. The Sun's rays, while striking us aslant, furnished tranquil warmth. And thus time wore on day after day, and we found from the record in our logbook, we had been sailing eleven days since the storm in the open sea. By strictest economy, our food was holding out fairly well, but beginning to run low. In the meantime, one of our casks of water had been exhausted, and my Father said: "We will fill it again." But, to our dismay, we found the water was now as salty, as in the region of the Lofoden Islands off the coast of Norway. This necessitated our being extremely careful of the remaining cask. I found myself wanting to sleep much of the time; whether it was the effect of the exciting experience of sailing in unknown waters, or the relaxation from the awful excitement incident to our adventure in a storm at sea, or due to want of food, I could not say.
I frequently lay down on the bunker of our little sloop, and looked far up into the blue dome of the sky; and,
not withstanding the Sun was shining far away in the East, I always saw a single Star overhead. For several days, when I looked for this Star, it was always there directly above us. It was now, according to our reckoning, about the first of August. The Sun was high in the heavens, and was so bright, that I could no longer see the one lone Star, that attracted my attention a few days earlier. One day about this time, my Father startled me by calling my attention to a novel sight far in front of us, almost at the horizon. "It is a Mock Sun," exclaimed my father. "I have read of them; it is called a reflection or mirage. It will soon pass away."
But this dull-Red, false Sun, as we supposed it to be, did not pass away for several hours; and while we were unconscious of its emitting any rays of light, still there was no time thereafter, when we could not sweep the horizon in front and locate the illumination of the so-called false Sun, during a period of at least twelve hours out of every twenty-four. Clouds and mists would at times almost, but never entirely, hide its location. Gradually it seemed to climb higher in the horizon of the uncertain purply sky as we advanced. It could hardly be said to resemble the Sun, except in its circular shape, and when not obscured by clouds or the Ocean Mists, it had a Hazy-Red, Bronzed appearance, which would change to a White Light like a Luminous Cloud, as if reflecting some Greater Light beyond. We finally agreed in our discussion of this smoky furnace-colored Sun, that, whatever the cause of the phenomenon, it was not a reflection of our Sun, but a Planet of some sort - a reality.

One day soon after this, I felt exceedingly drowsy, and fell into a sound sleep. But it seemed, that I was almost immediately aroused by my Father's vigorous shaking of me by the shoulder and saying: "Olaf, awaken; there is land in sight!"
I sprang to my feet, and oh! joy unspeakable! There, far in the distance, yet directly in our path, were lands jutting boldly into the sea. The shore-line stretched far away to the right of us as far, as the eye could see, and all along the sandy beach were waves breaking into choppy foam, receding, then going forward again, ever chanting in monotonous thunder tones the song of the deep. The banks were covered with trees and vegetation. I cannot express my feeling of exultation at this discovery. My Father stood motionless, with his hand on the tiller, looking straight ahead, pouring out his heart in thankful prayer and thanksgiving to the Gods Odin and Thor. In the meantime a net, which we found in the stowage, had been cast, and we caught a few fish, that materially added to our dwindling stock of provisions. The compass, which we had fastened back in its place, in fear of another storm, was still pointing due North, and moving on its pivot, just as it had at Stockholm. The dipping of the needle had ceased. What could this mean? Then, too, our many days of sailing had certainly carried us far past the North Pole. And yet the needle continued to point North. We were sorely perplexed, for surely our direction was now South. We sailed for three days along the shoreline, then came to the mouth of a fjord or river of immense size. It seemed more like a great bay, and into this we turned our fishing-craft, the direction being slightly Northeast of South. By the assistance of a fretful wind, that came to our aid about twelve hours out of every twenty-four, we continued to make our way inland, into what afterward proved to be a mighty river, and which we learned was called by the inhabitants Hiddekel. We continued our journey for ten days thereafter, and found we had fortunately attained a distance inland, where ocean tides no longer affected the water, which had become fresh. The discovery came none too soon, for our remaining cask of water was well-nigh exhausted. We lost no time in replenishing our casks, and continued to sail farther up the river when the wind was favorable. Along the banks great forests miles in extent could be seen stretching away on the shore-line. The trees were of enormous size. We landed after anchoring near a sandy beach, and waded ashore, and were rewarded by finding a quantity of nuts, that were very palatable and satisfying hunger, and a welcome change from the monotony of our stock of provisions. It was about the first of September, over five months, we calculated, since our leave-taking from Stockholm. Suddenly we were frightened almost out of our wits by hearing in the far distance the singing of people. Very soon thereafter we discovered a huge ship gliding down the river directly toward us. Those aboard were singing in one mighty chorus that, echoing from bank to bank, sounded like a thousand voices, filling the whole Universe with quivering melody. The accompaniment was played on stringed instruments not unlike our harps. It was a larger ship, than any we had ever seen, and was differently constructed. At this particular time our sloop was becalmed, and not far from the shore. The bank of the river, covered with mammoth trees, rose up several hundred feet in beautiful fashion. We seemed to be on the edge of some primeval forest, that doubtless stretched far inland. The immense craft paused, and almost immediately a boat was lowered and six men of gigantic stature rowed to our little fishing-sloop. They spoke to us in a strange language. We knew from their manner, however, that they were not unfriendly. They talked a great deal among themselves, and one of them laughed immoderately, as though in finding us a queer discovery had been made. One of them spied our compass, and it seemed to interest them more, than any other part of our sloop. Finally, the leader motioned as if to ask whether we were willing to leave our craft to go on board their ship. "What say you, my son?" asked my Father. "They cannot do any more, than kill us."
"They seem to be kindly disposed," I replied, "although what terrible giants! They must be the select six of the Kingdom's crack regiment. Just look at their great size."
"We may as well go willingly as be taken by force," said my Father, smiling, "for they are certainly able to capture us." Thereupon he made known, by signs, that we were ready to accompany them. Within a few minutes we were on board the ship, and half an hour later our little fishing-craft had been lifted bodily out of the water by a strange sort of hook and tackle, and set on board as a curiosity. There were several hundred people on board this, to us, mammoth ship, which we discovered was called "The Naz," meaning, as we afterward learned, "Pleasure," or to give a more proper interpretation, "Pleasure Excursion" ship. If my Father and I were curiously observed by the ship's occupants, this strange race of giants offered us an equal amount of wonderment. There was not a single man aboard, who would not have measured fully twelve feet in height. They all wore full beards, not particularly long, but seemingly short-cropped. They had mild and beautiful faces, exceedingly fair, with ruddy complexions. The hair and beard of some were black, others sandy, and still others yellow. The captain, as we designated the dignitary in command of the great vessel, was fully a head taller, than any of his companions. The women averaged from ten to eleven feet in height. Their features were especially regular and refined, while their complexion was of a most delicate tint heightened by a healthful glow. Both men and women seemed to possess that particular ease of manner, which we deem a sign of good breeding, and, notwithstanding their huge statures, there was nothing about them suggesting awkwardness. As I was a lad in only my nineteenth year, I was doubtless looked upon as a true Tom Thumb. My Father's six feet three did not lift the top of his head above the waist line of these people. Each one seemed to vie (content, complete) with the others in extending courtesies and showing kindness to us, but all laughed heartily, I remember, when they had to improvise chairs for my Father and myself to sit at table. They were richly attired in a costume peculiar to themselves, and very attractive. The men were clothed in handsomely embroidered tunics of silk and satin and belted at the waist. They wore knee-breeches and stockings of a fine texture, while their feet were encased in sandals adorned with gold buckles. We early discovered, that gold was one of the most common metals known, and that it was used extensively in decoration. Strange as it may seem, neither my Father, nor myself felt the least bit of solicitude for our safety.
"We have come into our own," my Father said to me. "This is the fulfillment of the tradition told me by my Father and my Father's Father, and still back for many generations of our race. This is, assuredly, the Land beyond the North Wind."
We seemed to make such an impression on the party, that we were given specially into the charge of one of the men, Jules Galdea, and his Wife, for the purpose of being educated in their language; and we, on our part, were just as eager to learn as they were to instruct. At the Captain's command, the vessel was swung cleverly about, and began retracing its course up the river. The machinery, while noiseless, was very powerful. The banks and trees on either side seemed to rush by.
The ship's speed, at times, surpassed that of any railroad train, on which I have ever ridden, even here in America. It was wonderful.
In the meantime we had lost sight of the Sun's rays, but we found a radiance "within", emanating from the Dull-Red Sun, which had already attracted our attention, now giving out a white light seemingly from a cloud-bank far away in front of us. It dispensed a greater light, I should say, than two full moons on the clearest night. In twelve hours this cloud of whiteness would pass out of sight as if eclipsed, and the twelve hours following corresponded with our night. We early learned, that these strange people were worshipers of this great cloud of night. It was "The Smoky God" of the "Inner World."
The ship was equipped with a mode of illumination, which I now presume was electricity, but neither my father, nor myself were sufficiently skilled in mechanics to understand whence came the power to operate the ship, or to maintain the soft beautiful lights, that answered the same purpose of our present methods of lighting the streets of our cities, our houses and places of business. It must be remembered, the time of which I write was the autumn of 1829, and we of the "outside" surface of the Earth knew nothing then, so to speak, of electricity. The electrically surcharged condition of the air was a constant vitalizer. I never felt better in my life, than during the two years my Father and I sojourned on the inside of the Earth.
To resume my narrative of events; The ship, on which we were sailing, came to a stop two days after we had been taken on board. My Father said as nearly, as he could judge, we were directly under Stockholm or London. The city we had reached was called "Jehu," signifying a seaport town. The houses were large and beautifully constructed, and quite uniform in appearance, yet without sameness. The principal occupation of the people appeared to be agriculture; the hillsides were covered with vineyards, while the valleys were devoted to the growing of grain. I never saw such a display of gold. It was everywhere. The door-casings were inlaid and the tables were veneered with sheetings of gold. Domes of the public buildings were of gold. It was used most generously in the finishings of the great Temples of Music. Vegetation grew in lavish exuberance, and fruit of all kinds possessed the most delicate flavor. Clusters of grapes four and five feet in length, each grape as large as an orange, and apples larger, than a man's head typified the wonderful growth of all things on the "inside" of the Earth. The great redwood trees of California would be considered mere underbrush, compared with the giant forest trees extending for miles and miles in all directions. In many directions along the foothills of the mountains vast herds of cattle were seen during the last day of our travel on the river.
"We heard much of a city called "Eden," but were kept at "Jehu" for an entire year. By the end of that time we had learned to speak fairly well the language of this strange race of people. Our instructors, Jules Galdea and his wife, exhibited a patience, that was truly commendable. One day an envoy from the Ruler at "Eden" came to see us, and for two whole days my Father and myself were put through a series of surprising questions. They wished to know from whence we came, what sort of people dwelt "without," what God we worshiped, our religious beliefs, the mode of living in our strange land, and a thousand other things. The compass, which we had brought with us attracted especial attention. My Father and
I commented between ourselves on the fact, that the compass still pointed North, although we now knew, that we had sailed over the curve or edge of the Earth's aperture, and were far along southward on the "inside" surface of the Earth's Crust, which, according to my Father's estimate and my own, is about three hundred miles in thickness from the "inside" to the "outside" surface. Relatively speaking, it is no thicker, than an egg-shell, so that there is almost as much surface on the "inside" as on the "outside" of the Earth.
The Great Luminous Cloud or Ball of Dull-Red Fire - fiery-red in the mornings and evenings, and during the day giving off a beautiful White Light, "The Smoky God," - is seemingly suspended in the center of the great vacuum "within" the Earth, and held to its place by the immutable law of gravitation, or a repellant atmospheric force, as the case may be. I refer to the known power, that draws or repels with equal force in all directions. The base of this Electrical Cloud or Central Luminary,  dark and non-transparent, save for innumerable small openings, seemingly in the bottom of the Great Support or Altar of the Deity, upon which "The Smoky God" rests; and, the lights, shining through these many openings, twinkle at night in all their splendor, and seem to be Stars, as natural, as the Stars we saw shining when in our home at Stockholm, except that they appear larger. "The Smoky God," therefore, with each daily revolution of the Earth, appears to come up in the east and go down in the West, the same, as does our Sun on the external surface. In reality, the people "within" believe, that "The Smoky God" is their Sun, and is stationary. The effect of night and day is, therefore, produced by the Earth's daily rotation.
I have since discovered, that the language of the people of the Inner World is much like the Sanskrit. After we had given an account of ourselves to the emissaries from the Central Seat of Government of the Inner Continent, and my Father had, in his crude way, drawn maps, at their request, of the "outside" surface of the Earth, showing the divisions of land and water, and giving the name of each of the continents, large islands and the oceans, we were taken overland to the city of "Eden", in a conveyance different from anything we have in Europe or America. This vehicle was doubtless some electrical contrivance (clever plan). It was noiseless, and ran on a single iron rail in perfect balance. The trip was made at a very high speed. We were carried up hills and down dales, across valleys and again along the sides of steep mountains, without any apparent attempt having been made to level the Earth, as we do for railroad tracks. The car seats were huge yet comfortable affairs, and very high above the floor of the car. On the top of each car were high geared fly wheels lying on their sides, which were so automatically adjusted that, as the speed of the car increased, the high speed of these fly wheels geometrically increased.
Jules Galdea explained to us, that these revolving fan-like wheels on top of the cars, destroyed Atmospheric Pressure, or what is generally understood by the term Gravitation, and with this Force thus destroyed or rendered (0) nugatory, the car is as safe from falling to one side or the other from the single rail track, as if it were in a vacuum; the fly wheels in their rapid revolutions Destroying Effectually the so-called Power of Gravitation, or the Force of Atmospheric Pressure or whatever potent influence it may be, that causes all unsupported things to fall downward to the Earth's Surface or to the nearest point of resistance.
The surprise of my Father and myself was indescribable when, amid the regal magnificence of a spacious hall, we were finally brought before the Great High Priest, Ruler over all the land. He was richly robed, and much taller, than those about him, and could not have been less, than fourteen or fifteen feet in height. The immense room, in which we were received, seemed finished in solid slabs of gold thickly studded with jewels, of amazing brilliancy. The city of "Eden" is located in what seems to be a beautiful valley, yet, in fact, it is on the loftiest mountain plateau of the Inner Continent, several thousand feet higher, than any portion of the surrounding country. It is the most beautiful place I have ever beheld in all my travels. In this elevated garden all manner of fruits, vines, shrubs, trees, and flowers grow in riotous profusion. In this garden four rivers have their source in a mighty artesian fountain. They divide and flow in four directions. This place is called by the inhabitants the "Navel of the Earth," or the beginning, "the Cradle of the Human Race." The names of the rivers are the Euphrates, the Pison, the Gihon, and the Hiddekel. The unexpected awaited us in this palace of beauty, in the finding of our little fishing-craft. It had been brought before the High Priest in perfect shape, just as it had been taken from the waters that day when it was loaded on board the ship by the people, who discovered us on the river more, than a year before.
We were given an audience of over two hours with this great dignitary, who seemed kindly disposed and considerate. He showed himself eagerly interested, asking us numerous questions, and invariably regarding things, about which his emissaries had failed to inquire. At the conclusion of the interview he inquired our pleasure, asking us whether we wished to remain in his country or if we preferred to return to the "outer" world, providing it were possible to make a successful return trip, across the frozen belt barriers, that encircle both the Northern and Southern Openings of the Earth. My Father replied:
"It would please me and my Son to visit your country and see your people, your colleges and palaces of music and art, your great fields, your wonderful forests of timber; and after we have had this pleasurable privilege, we should like to try to return to our home on the 'outside' surface of the Earth. This Son is my only child, and my good Wife will be weary awaiting our return."
"I fear you will find it very difficult to return," replied the Chief High Priest, "because the way is a most hazardous one. However, you shall visit the different countries with Jules Galdea as your escort, and be accorded every courtesy and kindness. Whenever you are ready to attempt a return voyage, I assure you, that your boat, which is here on exhibition, shall be put in the waters of the river Hiddekel at its mouth."
Thus terminated our only interview with the High Priest or Ruler of the continent. We learned, that the males do not marry before they are from seventy-five to one hundred years old, and, that the age, at which women enter wedlock, is only a little less, and that both men and women frequently live to be from six to eight hundred years old, and in some instances much older. During the following year we visited many villages and towns, prominent among them being the cities of Nigi, Delfi, Hectea, and my Father was called upon no less, than a half-dozen times to go over the maps, which had been made from the rough sketches he had originally given of the divisions of land and water on the "outside" surface of the Earth.
I remember hearing my Father remark, that the Giant Race of People in the land of "The Smoky God" had almost as accurate an idea of the geography of the "outside" surface of the Earth, as had the average college professor in Stockholm.
In our travels we came to a forest of gigantic trees, near the city of Delfi. There were trees towering over three hundred feet in height, and more, than thirty feet in diameter, growing in the Garden of Eden, the Ingersolls, the Tom Paines and Voltaires would doubtless have pronounced the statement a myth. Yet this is the description of the California sequoia gigantea; but these California giants pale into insignificance, when compared with the forest Goliaths found in the "within" continent, where abound mighty trees from eight hundred to one thousand feet in height, and from one hundred to one hundred and twenty feet in diameter; countless in numbers and forming forests extending hundreds of miles back from the sea. The people are exceedingly musical, and learned to a remarkable degree in their arts and sciences, especially geometry and astronomy. Their cities are equipped with vast Palaces of Music, where not infrequently as many, as twenty-five thousand lusty voices of this Giant Race swell forth in mighty choruses of the most sublime symphonies. The children are not supposed to attend institutions of learning before they are twenty years old. Then their school life begins and continues for thirty years, ten of which are uniformly devoted by both sexes to the study of music. Their principal vocations are architecture, agriculture, horticulture, the raising of vast herds of cattle, and the building of conveyances peculiar to that country, for travel on land and water. By some device, which I cannot explain, they hold communion with one another between the most distant parts of their country, on air currents. All buildings are erected with special regard to strength, durability, beauty and symmetry, and with a style of architecture vastly more attractive to the eye, than any I have ever observed elsewhere. About three-fourths of the "inner" surface of the Earth is land and about one-fourth water. There are numerous rivers of tremendous size, some flowing in a northerly direction and others southerly. Some of these rivers are thirty miles in width, and it is out of these vast waterways, at the extreme northern and southern parts of the "inside" surface of the Earth, in regions, where low temperatures are experienced, that fresh-water icebergs are formed. They are then pushed out to sea like huge tongues of ice, by the abnormal freshets of turbulent waters that, twice every year, sweep everything before them. We saw innumerable specimens of bird-life no larger, than those encountered in the forests of Europe or America. It is well known, that during the last few years whole species of birds have quit the Earth. A writer in a recent article on this subject says:
"Almost every year sees the final extinction of one or more bird species. Out of fourteen varieties of birds found a century since on a single island -- the West Indian island of St. Thomas - eight have now to be numbered among the missing."
Is it not possible, that these disappearing bird species quit their habitation without, and find an asylum in the "within world"? Whether inland among the mountains, or along the seashore, we found bird life prolific. When they spread their great wings some of the birds appeared to measure thirty feet from tip to tip. They are of great variety and many colors. We were permitted to climb up on the edge of a rock and examine a nest of eggs. There were five in the nest, each of which was at least two feet in length and fifteen inches in diameter. After we had been in the city of Hectea about a week, Professor Galdea took us to an inlet, where we saw thousands of tortoises along the sandy shore. I hesitate to state the size of these great creatures. They were from twenty-five to thirty feet in length, from fifteen to twenty feet in width and fully seven feet in height. When one of them projected its head it had the appearance of some hideous sea monster. The strange conditions "within" are favorable not only for vast meadows of luxuriant grasses, forests of giant trees, and all manner of vegetable life, but wonderful animal life as well. One day we saw a great herd of elephants. There must have been five hundred of these thunder-throated monsters, with their restlessly waving trunks. They were tearing huge boughs from the trees and trampling smaller growth into dust like so much hazel-brush. They would average over 100 feet in length and from 75 to 85 in height. It seemed, as I gazed upon this wonderful herd of giant elephants, that I was again living in the public library at Stockholm, where I had spent much time studying the wonders of the Miocene age. I was filled with mute astonishment, and my Father was speechless with awe. He held my arm with a protecting grip, as if fearful harm would overtake us. We were two atoms in this great forest, and, fortunately, unobserved by this vast herd of elephants, as they drifted on and away, following a leader as does a herd of sheep. They browsed from growing herbage, which they encountered as they traveled, and now and again shook the firmament with their deep bellowing.
There is a hazy Mist, that goes up from the land each evening, and it invariably rains once every twenty-four hours. This great moisture and the invigorating electrical light and warmth account perhaps for the luxuriant vegetation, while the highly charged electrical air and the evenness of climatic conditions may have much to do with the giant growth and longevity of all animal life.
In places the level valleys stretched away for many miles in every direction. "The Smoky God," in its clear white light, looked calmly down. There was an intoxication in the electrically surcharged air, that fanned the cheek as softly, as a vanishing
whisper. Nature chanted a lullaby in the faint murmur of winds, whose breath was sweet with the fragrance of bud and blossom. After having spent considerably more, than a year in visiting several of the many cities of the "within" World and a great deal of intervening country, and more, than two years had passed from the time we had been picked up by the great excursion ship on the river, we decided to cast our fortunes once more upon the sea, and endeavor to regain the "outside" surface of the Earth. We made known our wishes, and they were reluctantly, but promptly followed. Our hosts gave my Father, at his request, various maps showing the entire "inside" surface of the Earth, its cities, oceans, seas, rivers, gulfs and bays. They also generously offered to give us all the bags of gold nuggets - some of them as large, as a goose's egg - that we were willing to attempt to take with us in our little fishing-boat. In due time we returned to Jehu, at which place we spent one month in fixing up and overhauling our little fishing sloop. After all was in readiness, the same ship "Naz", that originally discovered us, took us on board and sailed to the mouth of the River Hiddekel. After our Giant Brothers had launched our little craft for us, they were most cordially regretful at parting, and evinced much solicitude for our safety. My Father swore by the Gods Odin and Thor, that he would surely return again within a year or two and pay them another visit.
And thus we bade them adieu. We made ready and hoisted our sail, but there was little breeze. We were becalmed within an hour after our Giant Friends had left us and started on their return trip. The winds were constantly blowing south, that is, they were blowing from the Northern Opening of the Earth toward that, which we knew to be South, but which, according to our compass's pointing finger, was directly North. For three days we tried to sail, and to beat against the wind, but to no avail. Whereupon my Father said: "My Son, to return by the same route as we came in is impossible at this time of year. I wonder why we did not think of this before. We have been here almost two and a half years; therefore, this is the season when the Sun is beginning to shine in at the Southern Opening of the Earth. The long cold night is on in the Spitzbergen country."
"What shall we do?" I inquired.
"There is only one thing we can do," my Father replied, "and that is to go South." Accordingly, he turned the craft about, gave it full reef, and started by the compass North but, in fact, directly South. The wind was strong, and we seemed to have struck a current, that was running with remarkable swiftness in the same direction. In just forty days we arrived at Delfi, a city we had visited in company with our guides Jules Galdea and his wife, near the mouth of the Gihon river. Here we stopped for two days, and were most hospitably entertained by the same people, who had welcomed us on our former visit. We laid in some additional provisions and again set sail, following the needle due North. On our outward trip we came through a narrow channel, which appeared to be a separating body of water between two considerable bodies of land. There was a beautiful beach to our right, and we decided to reconnoiter. Casting anchor, we waded ashore to rest up for a day before continuing the outward hazardous undertaking. We built a fire and threw on some sticks of dry driftwood. While my Father was walking along the shore, I prepared a tempting repast from supplies we had provided. There was a mild, Luminous Light, which my Father said resulted from the Outer Sun, shining in from the South aperture of the Earth. That night we slept soundly, and awakened the next morning as refreshed, as if we had been in our own beds at Stockholm.
After breakfast we started out on an inland tour of discovery, but had not gone far when we sighted some birds, which we recognized at once as belonging to the penguin family. They are flightless birds, but excellent swimmers and tremendous in size, with white breast, short wings, black head, and long peaked bills. They stand fully nine feet high. They looked at us with little surprise, and presently waddled, rather than walked, toward the water, and swam away in a northerly direction.
The events, that occurred during the following hundred or more days, beggar description. We were on an open and iceless sea. The month we reckoned to be November or December, and we knew the so-called South Pole was turned toward the Sun. Therefore, when passing out and away from the internal Electrical Light of "The Smoky God" and its genial warmth, we would be met by the light and warmth of the Sun, shining in through the South Opening of the Earth. We were not mistaken. There were times when our little craft, driven by wind, that was continuous and persistent, shot through the waters like an arrow. Indeed, had we encountered a hidden rock or obstacle, our little vessel would have been crushed into kindling-wood. At last we were conscious, that the atmosphere was growing decidedly colder, and, a few days later, icebergs were sighted far to the left. My Father argued, and correctly, that the winds, which filled our sails came from the warm climate "within the Earth. The time of the year was certainly most auspicious for us to make our dash for the "outside" World and attempt to scud our fishing sloop through open channels of the frozen zone, which surrounds the Polar Regions.
We were soon amid the ice-packs, and how our little craft got through the narrow channels and escaped being crushed, I know not. The compass behaved in the same drunken and unreliable fashion in passing over the Southern Curve or Edge of the Earth's Shell as it had done on our inbound trip at the Northern Entrance. It gyrated, dipped and seemed like a thing possessed. One day as I was lazily looking over the sloop's side into the clear waters, my Father shouted "Breakers ahead!" Looking up, I saw through a lifting Mist a white object, that towered several hundred feet high, completely shutting off our advance. We lowered sail immediately, and none too soon. In a moment we found ourselves wedged between two monstrous icebergs. Each was crowding and grinding against its fellow mountain of ice. They were like two Gods of War contending for supremacy. We were greatly alarmed. Indeed, we were between the lines of a battle royal; the sonorous thunder of the grinding ice was like the continued volleys of artillery. Blocks of ice larger, than a house were frequently lifted up a hundred feet by the mighty force of lateral pressure; they would shudder and rock to and fro for a few seconds, then come crashing down with a deafening roar, and disappear in the foaming waters. Thus, for more than two hours, the contest of the icy giants continued. It seemed as if the end had come. The ice pressure was terrific, and while we were not caught in the dangerous part of the jam, and were safe for the time being, yet the heaving and rending of tons of ice as it fell splashing here and there into the watery depths filled us with shaking fear. Finally, to our great joy, the grinding of the ice ceased, and within a few hours the great mass slowly divided, and, as if an act of Providence had been performed, right before us lay an open channel. Should we venture with our little craft into this opening? If the pressure came on again, our little sloop, as well as ourselves, would be crushed into nothingness. We decided to take the chance, and, accordingly, hoisted our sail to a favoring breeze, and soon started out like a race-horse, running the gauntlet of this unknown narrow channel of open water. For the next forty-five days our time was employed in dodging icebergs and hunting channels; indeed, had we not been favored with a strong south wind and a small boat, I doubt if this story could have ever been given to the World. At last, there came a morning when my Father said: "My Son, I think we are to see home. We are almost through the ice. See! The open water lies before us."
However, there were a few icebergs, that had floated far northward into the open water still ahead of us on either side, stretching away for many miles. Directly in front of us, and by the compass, which had now righted itself, due North, there was an open sea.
"What a wonderful story we have to tell to the people of Stockholm," continued my Father, while a look of pardonable elation lighted up his honest face. "And think of the gold nuggets stowed away in the hold!"
I spoke kind words of praise to my Father, not alone for his fortitude and endurance, but also for his courageous daring as a discoverer, and for having made the voyage, that now promised a successful end. I was grateful, too, that he had gathered the wealth of gold we were carrying home. While congratulating ourselves on the goodly supply of provisions and water we still had on hand, and on the dangers we had escaped, we were startled by hearing a most terrific explosion, caused by the tearing apart of a huge mountain of ice. It was a deafening roar like the firing of a thousand cannon. We were sailing at the time with great speed, and happened to be near a monstrous iceberg, which to all appearances was as immovable, as a rockbound island. It seemed, however, that the iceberg had split and was breaking apart, whereupon the balance of the monster along, which we were sailing, was destroyed, and it began dipping from us. My father quickly anticipated the danger, before I realized its awful possibilities. The iceberg extended down into the water many hundreds of feet, and, as it tipped over, the portion coming up out of the water caught our fishing-craft like a lever on a fulcrum, and threw it into the air as if it had been a football. Our boat fell back on the iceberg, that by this time had changed the side next to us for the top. My father was still in the boat, having become entangled in the rigging, while I was thrown some twenty feet away. I quickly scrambled to my feet and shouted to my Father, who answered: "All is well." Just then a realization dawned upon me. Horror upon horror! The blood froze in my veins. The iceberg was still in motion, and its great weight and force in toppling over would cause it to submerge temporarily. I fully realized what a sucking maelstrom it would produce amid the worlds of water on every side. They would rush into the depression in all their fury, like white-fanged wolves eager for human prey. In this supreme moment of mental anguish, I remember glancing at our boat, which was lying on its side, and wondering if it could possibly right itself, and if my Father could escape. Was this the end of our struggles and adventures? Was this death? All these questions flashed through my mind in the fraction of a second, and a moment later I was engaged in a life and death struggle. The ponderous monolith of ice sank below the surface, and the frigid waters gurgled around me in frenzied anger. I was in a saucer, with the waters pouring in on every side. A moment more and I lost consciousness. When I partially recovered my senses, and roused from the swoon of a half-drowned man, I found myself wet, stiff, and almost frozen, lying on the iceberg. But there was no sign of my Father or of our little fishing sloop. The monster berg had recovered itself, and, with its new balance, lifted its head perhaps fifty feet above the waves. The top of this island of ice was a plateau perhaps half an acre in extent. I loved my Father well, and was grief-stricken at the awfulness of his death. I railed at fate, that I, too, had not been permitted to sleep with him in the depths of the ocean. Finally, I climbed to my feet and looked about me. The purple-domed sky above, the shoreless green ocean beneath, and only an occasional iceberg discernible! My heart sank in hopeless despair. I cautiously picked my way across the berg toward the other side, hoping, that our fishing craft had righted itself. Dared I think it possible, that my Father still lived? It was but a ray of hope, that flamed up in my heart. But the anticipation warmed my blood in my veins and started it rushing like some rare stimulant through every fiber of my body. I crept close to the precipitous side of the iceberg, and peered far down, hoping, still hoping. Then I made a circle of the berg, scanning every foot of the way, and thus I kept going around and around. One part of my brain was certainly becoming maniacal, while the other part, I believe, and do to this day, was perfectly rational. I was conscious of having made the circuit a dozen times, and while one part of my intelligence knew, in all reason, there was not a vestige of hope, yet some strange fascinating aberration bewitched and compelled me still to beguile myself with expectation. The other part of my brain seemed to tell me, that while there was no possibility of my Father being alive, yet, if I quit making the circuitous pilgrimage, if I paused for a single moment, it would be acknowledgment of defeat, and, should I do this, I felt that I should go mad. Thus, hour after hour I walked around and around, afraid to stop and rest, yet physically powerless to continue much longer. Oh! horror of horrors! to be cast away in this wide expanse of waters without food or drink, and only a treacherous iceberg for an abiding place. My heart sank within me, and all semblance of hope was fading into black despair. Then the hand of the Deliverer was extended, and the death-like stillness of a solitude rapidly becoming unbearable was suddenly broken by the firing of a signal-gun. I looked up in startled amazement, when, I saw, less than a half-mile away, a whaling-vessel bearing down toward me with her sail full set. Evidently my continued activity on the iceberg had attracted their attention. On drawing near, they put out a boat, and, descending cautiously to the water's edge,
I was rescued, and a little later lifted on board the whaling-ship. I found it was a Scotch whaler, "The Arlington." She had cleared from Dundee in September, and started immediately for the Antarctic, in search of whales. The Captain, Angus MacPherson, seemed kindly disposed, but in matters of discipline, as I soon learned, possessed of an iron will. When I attempted to tell him, that I had come from the "inside" of the Earth, the Captain and Mate looked at each other, shook their heads, and insisted on my being put in a bunk under strict surveillance of the ship's physician. I was very weak for want of food, and had not slept for many hours. However, after a few days' rest, I got up one morning and dressed myself without asking permission of the physician or anyone else, and told them, that I was as sane as anyone. The Captain sent for me and again questioned me concerning where I had come from, and how I came to be alone on an iceberg in the far off Antarctic Ocean. I replied, that I had just come from the "inside" of the Earth, and proceeded to tell him how my Father and myself had gone in by way of Spitzbergen, and come out by way of the South Pole country, whereupon I was put in irons. I afterward heard the Captain tell the Mate, that I was as crazy as a March hare, and that I must remain in confinement, until I was rational enough to give a truthful account of myself. Finally, after much pleading and many promises, I was released from irons. I then and there decided to invent some story, that would satisfy the Captain, and never again refer to my trip to the land of "The Smoky God," at least until I was safe among friends. Within a fortnight I was permitted to go about and take my place as one of the seamen. A little later the Captain asked me for an explanation. I told him, that my experience had been so horrible, that I was fearful of my memory, and begged him to permit me to leave the question unanswered, until some time in the future.
"I think you are recovering considerably," he said, "but you are not sane yet by a good deal." "Permit me to do such work as you may assign," I replied, "and if it does not compensate you sufficiently, I will pay you immediately after I reach Stockholm - to the last penny." Thus the matter rested. On finally reaching Stockholm, as I have already related, I found, that my good Mother had gone to her reward more, than a year before. I have also told how, later, the treachery of a relative landed me in a madhouse, where I remained for twenty-eight years - seemingly unending years - and, still later, after my release, how I returned to the life of a fisherman, following it sedulously for twenty-seven years, then how I came to America, and finally to Los Angeles, California. But all this can be of little interest to the reader. Indeed, it seems to me the climax of my wonderful travels and strange adventures was reached when the Scotch sailing-vessel took me from an iceberg on the Antarctic Ocean. [thenewearth.org]

Finally, there are now available some very important recent communications from the Inner Earth (c.2000-7) in two books by Dianne Robbins, firstly, “Messages from the Hollow Earth” from Mikos within the Hollow Inner Earth Realm on the inside of the Planet's cavity, and secondly, “TELOS - A Subterranean City beneath Mt. Shasta” from Adama of the cavern city-civilisation of Telos within the Earth's crust, situated several miles below Mt Shasta in California. Here are a few excerpts from the above books:

"Messages from the Hollow Earth"


Introduction by Dianne:

Not just our Earth, but all Planets are Hollow! Planets are formed by hot gases, thrown from a Sun into an Orbit, and the Shell of Planets is created by Gravity and Centrifugal forces and the POLES REMAIN OPEN and lead to a Hollow Interior.
(No, Shells-Crusts are created by Suns, who are using the Law of Intent! Sun, not civilization or Shamballa, is in the centre or in the Core of a Shell ! In Hollow Earth there are many more Spheres of different vibrations with Suns in them and each one of them inhabited by a different civilization! Each one of these Spheres-Planets has numerous genetic labs to create hybreds to match the vibration of the highest sub-level of Physical 3D Earth with the brightest White Sun. Suns of smaller Spheres are lower in brightness! Coloful Northern Lights or Auroras are not generated by the White Sun, but by the vibrations of representatives of different civilizations from low - Red to higher - Pink. White color is all colored lights of Vibrations combined! I found quite a few mistakes in this introduction! From this description Life seems to be too easy for the inhabitants of Inner Earth! They have twice as less the Force of Gravity, than we do, and that explains why everything there reached giant size. Looks like they use crystals to generate their small Sun from our brighter Sun using electromagnetism. We supply them with our Energy. Andromedans say that Gravity comes from an outside Field, not in the centre of the Earth and not in the Crust ! Same as generation of Fabric of Time.
LM).
This process forms a Hollow Sphere with an Inner Sun, smoky in color, which gives off soft and pleasant full spectrum sunlight, making the inside surface highly conducive to growth of vegetation and Human life, with only a long-long day and no nights.
The HOLLOW EARTH BEINGS are very spiritually evolved and technologically advanced, and live inside the Interior Core of our Hollow Earth. These advanced civilizations live in peace and brotherhood in the Center of our Earth, which contains an Inner Central Sun, with oceans and mountains still in their pristine state. The Hollow Earth cavity is still in its pristine state, because they don't walk or build upon their land. There are no buildings, shopping malls or highways. They travel in electromagnetic vehicles, that levitate a few inches above ground. They walk along streams, rivers, and oceans and climb mountains - but that's the extent of their foot contact with the ground. They leave the rest of their land to nature, because it's nature's land too. The governing city within the Hollow Earth is called Shamballa. It is located inside the very Center of the Planet, and can be accessed through the holes at either the North or South poles. The Northern and Southern Lights, that we see in our skies are actually reflections from our Hollow Earth's Inner Central Sun, which emanates from her Hollow Core. They use Free Energy to light up their cities, homes, and tunnels. They use crystals, coupled with electromagnetism, which generates a Small Sun with full-spectrum lighting, that lasts for half a million years, and gives them all the power they need.
The Earth's Crust is approximately 800 miles from the outer to the inner surface. Because our Earth is hollow, and not a solid Sphere, the Center of Gravity is not in the Center of the Earth, but in the Center of its Crust, which is 400 miles below the
surface. The Force of Gravity in the Inner Earth is half, that of the outer surface, which may be one explanation for the greater height of the people, plants and the trees; some of their Redwoods reach over a thousand feet in height.
The source of Earth's Magnetic Field has been a mystery. The Inner Sun at the Center of Earth is the mysterious Power Source behind the Earth's Magnetic Field. There are entry caverns all over the Earth, where interactions can take place.
Only some are currently open. Nikola Tesla, the genius inventor of electrical technology, is now living inside the Hollow Earth. He began to receive information in the latter part of the 1800's and discovered that: “electric power is everywhere present in unlimited quantities and can drive the world's machinery without the need of coal, oil, gas or any other of the common fuels”. In the 1930's the tunnel entrances and passageways were closed off by the Hollow Earth civilizations,  because “corporations” at that time were misusing Tesla's technology to gain entrance into the Inner Earth. The Hollow Earth's two main Portals are at the Holes at the Poles, which were closed off in the year 2000, because our governments were setting detonations at the Poles to blow open entrances into their world. They have installed a Magnetic Force Field around Earth's Polar Openings to further camouflage the entrances. This way, the Openings are protected from air and land sightings. In the past there were entrances to the Library of Porthologos on the surface. One such entrance was the Library of Alexandria, which was destroyed by fire in A.D. 642.
There is more landmass inside (3/4 land and 1/4 water) and the land is more condensed, than ours. Everything in the Hollow Earth is very carefully maintained to balance the ecological system of all Life Forms, that reside there. There are several million Catharians/Agharthians currently residing in the Hollow Earth. There are Catharians, who have incarnated as Humans on the surface. There are also Catharians, that live on the Planet Jupiter
(I don't believe it! Planet Jupiter is one of non-physical Planets Earth, where size of the body is irrelevant! Planet Earth-Jupiter is also of a much higher vibration. Looks like these Catharians didn't get their Knowledge  of our Solar System and our Universe by trial and error, by sweat, by hard labour and pain, by raising their vibration, but by another way - from their computerised library of virtual reality Universe! They even guard this Knowledge. Their Library doesn't look like the Library on Focus 27, described by Robert Monroe! Neither he, nor his explorers of Universe used computers or any drugs to help them! LM).
The average Catharian is 15 feet tall, rising to 23 feet for certain of the Masters. There are also 36,000 Humans from our outer surface, who now live inside the Earth. Over the last 200 years approximately 50 surface Humans went inside to live; however, during the last 20 years only 8 have gone inside to live there.
The Library of Porthologos
I am Mikos, Guardian of the Earth's records, and all records in your Solar System and Universe. I am here, in the cavity of Earth, primarily to guard the history of all life everywhere. This is our prime purpose and the purpose for the Library of
Porthologos. Our Library is the only one of its kind in our vast system of Planets. Our Library is so vast, that it covers 456 square miles of terrain and has vast storage vaults, containing records all stored on crystal slides, that are viewed through our crystal projectors. Our storage facilities are vast, organized and categorized, so that you can easily locate the information you are looking for and retrieve it for viewing. We have vast conveyers, that will deliver your order within minutes, and then return it back to its storage location again. This way, every item in the Library is always where it should be and can be easily found and perfectly preserved. Such is our technological capabilities. For we have drawn on the technology of the Universe we reside in, and have the most advanced methods of preservation and storage and retrieval, that would marvel your library systems. . .And now, I and my entourage have been awaiting you on the doorstep to the Library of Porthologos, where the white alabaster steps twinkle with the sparks of embedded crystals and diamonds, leading into the great halls of our Library, located inside the Earth's Vast Interior. Today we will take you on a tour through our halls, and show you what a true library in your future will look like. Your future libraries will look like ours, as ours is the model, that all libraries will replicate. We will start with the outer grounds, as there are inner grounds too. The outer grounds are lush with grasses, flowers, bushes and trees; and there are circular clearings with soft benches and lounging chairs in the center, accompanied by small, round, tall tables to set your accouterments on. There are small springs of waterfalls and fountains in these enclosures, for our water is alive and in a full state of consciousness, that sings. Yes, our water sings, and as you lounge in our secluded enclosure you are sung to by the water of life, as it sprays from our fountains with melodies of deep love, that harmonizes and balances all the cells in your body. From this state of deep peacefulness and harmony, we sit and relax at intervals during our work-day. And now we go inside the Library of Porthologos, and walk up the crystal staircase, where the door opens up into the Universe. Yes, the Library is multidimensional! As you enter, you see the Milky Way Galaxy floating around you, and can glance into the heavens beyond, which encompasses our whole Universe. You see the Stars and Suns and other Solar Systems, revolving around our Central Sun; and you feel part of “All That Is”, as indeed you are….You see people everywhere - walking, talking, studying, sitting, reclining, dreaming and just soaking in the vibrations of peace. Everywhere there are flowers of great vibrancy and fountains and pools of water spilling forth their choruses of song. You look around and see secluded alcoves interspersed throughout the vast halls, with the most ergonomically structured chairs beckoning you to recline upon them. You find one calling to you, and you sit down and experience a connection to this chair, that tunes you to its vibration, so that you are connected to the mainframe of the internal computer in the library. You are, so to speak, “wired up” with the wireless wires, and fully connected to the operating system, which you operate with your thoughts and feelings, and which will take you anywhere you “wish” to go in our Galaxy. You navigate with your mind, using your thoughts, as your directional compass for coordinates of latitude and longitude. And it is so natural, that you marvel at its simplicity and naturalness. And you travel in Consciousness (like in water, LM), and explore our Galaxy and Universe “first hand” and for the first time in your fully conscious Human state. This is yet another aspect of what our library offers to its visitors, along with its crystal slides of all recorded History of our entire Universe. And you are here through the vibrational frequency of our words, as you read them and envision the sights in your “imagination”.
We welcome you, and invite you to enter at any time. Just call to us for entry, as our call is always going out to you. I am Mikos, and I am here to guide you personally through our Library whenever you call. You don't need a “Library Card”, as your identification is inscribed in the DNA of your cells. We await your visit.
Our Oceans and Beaches - Our Water is Alive with Consciousness.
Good morning. It is Mikos calling to you from the ocean shore in the Hollow Earth, where I am walking along the beach watching the waves lap the sand. Our oceans are large, nay (no) huge in comparison to yours, with waves larger in size and
stronger in force. The oceans flow swiftly around our Inner Globe, ebb and flow in tides, affected by the Earth's outer Moon, just as your tides are. For the magnetic pull of the Moon is felt inside the Earth as well. We all spend much of our time on the beaches, walking on the sand along the shore, and swimming in the ocean's clean, clear water. The water in oceans and rivers is composed of living consciousness, and it is our water's consciousness, that keeps us young forever. Our shorelines are packed with the purest of sand, white colored and soft and crystal clear specs of the smoothest particles you have ever stepped on. Walking on our sandy beaches is akin to having the best foot massage possible. And we do walk on our beaches for this very purpose, for its massage soothes our feet and mind simultaneously. Our ocean's waves lap our shorelines with the purest and cleanest of water you have ever seen or tasted. And the temperature is always perfect for our bodies. Not too warm and not too cold. We walk into our oceans, where it is shallow, and swim out great distances without ever getting tired or cold. No one here ever drowns. This is unheard of and unimaginable. We are all great swimmers, and our oceans and lakes support us, so that we stay on top of the water. Water has consciousness, and talks to us while we are immersed in it. Yes, our water talks. When we swim, our water becomes part of our body, and we are one body, one ocean, swimming along the currents and through the waves. We merge ourselves completely with the water's consciousness, and our swim is a trip in consciousness itself. It is so much more, than what you experience in your surface lakes and oceans, where the Consciousness of your Water has become so densified and polluted, that it has lost its voice and vitality and life force. It weakly calls out to you, but you don't hear it...The Inner Earth's Oceans contain all of the life, that's in the upper oceans, and more. Our oceans are teeming with life, and all of the marine forms live in harmony with one another. (It was like that before, but not anymore: our Old Universe's Life is soon over! LM).
All are on a vegetarian diet and do not hunt others. All live in harmony. All the marine life is very evolved compared to the life in the surface oceans. All are used to the peace and safety of our waters, and all are accessible to us. We all communicate directly to the Cetaceans and fish, live cooperatively and in peace with one another. Since we are all on a vegetarian diet, we don't hunt the Whales, go fishing or farm shrimp. Therefore, Mother Nature is free to evolve in our oceans and our oceans are sanctuaries to all ocean life. We just call to whomever we want to talk to, and they swim to our shores and converse with us. It would seem truly magical to you, but to us it is commonplace. Remember, all of us in the Hollow Earth know we are ONE….On our land areas, our fields of grains sparkle and thrive and are perfectly touched by the “Sun” and rain to produce the most luscious of crops, that are so pleasing to our palates and so invigorating for our bodies. Our food pulses with the force of life, and when eaten by us, transfers the life-force into our very cells, which results in perfect health and longevity of years. This is the secret of life; this is the hidden fountain of youth you've all been looking for on your surface. It is found in the Earth herself, just waiting to give you its Life-force, if you will but follow Nature's laws of planting and harvesting crops, using only Nature herself to direct the process and oversee the growth. With the great forces of Nature working with you, you don't need to add anything to the soil, and the harvests are always magnificent in size and nutrients and taste. The Earth's Interior is the mirror image of the surface foundation.
(It means that if you have landslides on outside surface, you have them on inner surface as well. The Inner Worlds are collapsing too as a result of Old Universe inevitable Departure! LM).

Everything is in reverse order in the inside of the Earth. The mountain ranges are in direct proportion to the dimensions of the Earth's cavity, and tower above the landscape. The oceans are larger, and flow calmly and swiftly around the inside of the Globe. The air is crisp and clean, and the sand is white. The Central Sun is dimmer, than the Sun on the outside. (This is to our advantage - it means we are of higher vibration! LM). The cities are all nestled in lush woodlands, overflowing with flowers and huge trees. There is green growth surrounding all human-made structures. Everything is in perpetual blossom and bloom. It is a land of wonder and beauty. All is in perfect proportion to the size of the circumference of the interior. Everything is larger - even the great Beings, who inhabit the interior, are larger, than the Humans on the outside. All is beauty, and all is in a heavenly state of bliss. Just picture the interior foundation, reflecting the exterior foundation; with mountain ranges higher, and the ocean currents swifter, and the green land growth lush beyond compare. You do not need to picture a change in the contour of the land. It is still in its pristine beauty, and replicates how life on the surface once was. The exact location of the mountain ranges and oceans is not necessary to know at this time. What is necessary to know is that this Inner World exists, and co-exists with the surface, under peaceful and contrary conditions….The Hollow Earth is a Paradise, with tall, graceful mountains jutting into the “sky”; and large, clear, clean lakes and oceans, that abound with life. The diet in the Hollow Earth is strictly vegetarian, and people are healthy, robust, and strong. They, too, have isolated themselves from the surface population, although they come and leave the Earth freely, using the spacecraft, that are kept there in the Spaceport in the inside of the Earth. So although they are inside the Earth, they have freedom and health, abundance and peace - all the necessary components of life, that you on the surface have been crying out for. There is Free Travel between the Subterranean Cities and the Hollow Earth through the Tunnels, using our Electromagnetic Trains, that can take us from one part of the Earth to another in a fraction of the time, it takes you on the surface. Our transportation is quick and efficient, and burns no fuels. Therefore, there's no pollution underground. We live inside Cavern Homes, from which we can look out onto our green world outside. Now that you are somewhat familiar with the Hollow Earth, we can “dig” further into your credibility and introduce another factor of our living arrangements underground. Underground, we do not live out in the open spaces the way you do on the surface. Our Hollow Earth cavity is pristine, because we don't tread upon her inner surface, nor build upon her. We don't have shopping malls and expanses of highways, nor towering buildings. We live inside caverns, with openings facing outward towards the open, wide spaces of the Hollow cavity inside the Earth. Sure, we travel inside the cavity on our electromagnetic vehicles, that levitate a few inches above the ground, never touching the ground. We walk softly on the earthen paths and run along the streams, rivers and oceans, and climb the towering mountains. But that is the extent of our foot contact with the terrain. The rest we leave to Nature's Devas and Elementals, as it is their land, too. All our living activity takes place within our inner caverns, which are vast and wide and high and composed of crystalline rocks and gemstones and crystal arches radiating full-spectrum Colored Rainbows of Sparkling Light into our cavern atmosphere. Our walls are lined with natural Rainbow-Hued Waterfalls, humidifying the air with the vibrancy and song of its water cascading down. Yes, our water “sings” - and its chorus brings our body cells into harmony, so that our bodies are always vibrating to our water and crystalline surroundings, that keep us energized and vibrant all day long. We need little sleep, because our cells are always tuned and in harmony to the natural rhythm of Mother Earth herself.

(There is no Mother-Earth and Farther-Sun or Farther-God! Our Bright Sun and Planet Earth is the same thing! Why can't they learn it in their "great libraries"? LM).
When you are tuned like a tuning fork, then you carry the full Life Force of our Mother, and your battery never runs down. Hence, there is little need for the long hours of sleep, such as you experience it. You are drained and run-down after a day in your “sweatshops”, but we are always as vibrant at the end of our days, as we are when we begin them. We live “in” and “with” the Earth, whereas you live “outside” and “separate” from her. Hence, you are “cut off”, while we are a “part” of her. This is the big difference.
(Everything is free for you, you don't have to run and earn money to support yourselves and your children like people on the surface! That's why you don't get old, but you also wouldn't experience pain to raise your vibration! That's a Huge Difference between surface people and Inner Earth people! LM).

Your Spiritual Hierarchy has been preparing housing for you inside these vast, uninhabited caverns in Earth's interior, and when the external “Earth Changes” come, many of you will be moved en masse into them to continue your present incarnation inside Earth, not “on” her. You will encounter a “whole” new way of living, that is wholesome and rich and perfect in every way. It will expand your consciousness and expand your horizon, and your horizon will be an inner horizon vaster, than when you walk outdoors on the surface. A whole new horizon is waiting for you to experience. Events will start happening fast now, as time is speeding up even faster... Just ride with the tide and know you are safe wherever you are. You are all being directed and guided from within, and you are all being provided for. What you witness through your media is only a “play”, a drama that they want you to believe is real, just because the actors are real. But the actors are just “playing out their part” in the World's Drama, and this is the biggest “hit” yet of the new Millennium, playing on your TV and movie theater screens everywhere. Just turn the knob off, go within yourself, and feel and focus on World Peace. Peace is the real movie, and the only “reel” to watch. Soon, you will see us, and soon you, too, will be living perfectly suited to your new way of life.

IX. TELOS - A Subterranean City beneath Mt. Shasta by Dianne Robbins
Greetings from Telos, a Subterranean City beneath Mt. Shasta in California. I am dictating this message to you from my home beneath the Earth, where over a million of us live in perpetual peace and prosperity. We are Human and physical just as you, except for the fact, that our mass consciousness holds thoughts of only Immortality and Perfect Health. Therefore, we can live hundreds and even thousands of years in the same body. I, myself, have been in the same body now for over 600 years. We came here over 12,000 years ago before a thermal nuclear war took place, that destroyed the Earth's surface. We faced such hardships and calamities above ground, that we decided to continue our evolution underground.
We appealed to the Spiritual Hierarchy of the Planet for permission to renovate the already existing cavern inside Mt. Shasta, and prepare it for the time when we would need to evacuate our homes above ground.When the war was to begin, we were warned by the Spiritual Hierarchy to begin our evacuation to this underground cavern by going through the vast tunnel system that's spread throughout the Planet. We had hoped to save all our Lemurian people, but there was only time to save 25 thousand souls. The remainder of our Race perished in the blast. For the past 12,000 years, we have been able to rapidly evolve in consciousness due to our isolation from the marauding bands of extraterrestrials and other hostile races, that prey on the surface population. The surface population has been experiencing great leaps of consciousness in preparation for Humanity to move through the Photon Belt. It is for this reason, that we have begun to contact surface dwellers to make our existence known. For in order for the Earth and Humanity to continue to ascend in consciousness, the whole Planet must be united and merged into ONE Light (Sun) from below and ONE Light (Sun) from above. It is for this reason, that we are contacting you to make you aware of our underground existence, so you can bring the fact of our existence to the attention of our fellow brothers and sisters above ground. Our book of channeled messages is written to Humanity, in hopes, that they will recognize and receive us when we emerge from our homes beneath ground and merge with them on the surface, in the not too far distant future. We will be grateful to you for the part you play in helping us broadcast the reality of our existence.
Q: What are your days like?
We are sitting here, under a tree, in the lushness of our environment. I, Adama, am here. Mikos of course is in the Hollow Earth. So would you like to begin?
Today we will talk about ourselves... Although you think, that our lives are easy, which they certainly are, we have many responsibilities and many duties to perform each and every day, the foremost of which is to connect with our Higher Selves for guidance for the day. We plan our days thoroughly, so that we can complete our duties and still have time left over for relaxation and fun. Our days are filled with laughter, no matter what we do, and we are always surrounded by our family and friends. For as we have said, there are no strangers here. We understand the concept of Oneness, and we practice it in everything we do. For example, when we are doing our work in whatever area it is, we rely on each other and help each other by working in unison to complete the task, and to complete it perfectly. We don't skip details to finish quicker, as some people on the surface do, because we have our very lives invested in the outcome. We know the importance of doing everything well, for we all depend on the quality of what we produce. Nothing here breaks down or becomes obsolete, as it does above ground, so we don't have to keep replacing things. This is why we have so much free time here, because we don't have to keep reproducing the same things over and over again, because nothing breaks down. Most everything lasts hundreds, if not thousands, of years. This also accounts for our not having any land fills in Telos, because there is no waste produced. All our by-products are recycled and reused, and if there are any ingredients left over, that we cannot use, we just dematerialize them. Voila, and they are gone! So this frees up all our land space for living space, parks and streams. And of course we have no roadways, just paths to walk on and our vehicles, that levitate and take us wherever we direct them to take us. We fly with our minds, using our thoughts, as our directional compass. Our vehicles are small for inner city travel, and we just talk to them and tell them where our destination is, and we hold that thought and vision, until we are there. It is all very simple, as you will someday see. Our city is a fun place, with many activities always going on. There are plays, musicals, and everything you can think of, except for competitive sports. We don't compete here; we only cooperate in our athletics and have fun. Nothing is done to “win”, only to enjoy to its fullest. Our forest is rich in oxygen, and we take daily walks in the woods to rejuvenate ourselves, just as you on the surface do. Our lifestyles are not that different, except that ours are free from stress and worry, and filled with joy over-brimming. This helps account for our long lives. For stress causes cells to decay and depression accelerates the process. Even in your healing books today, they talk about the importance of laughter and merriment in combating diseases and living longer lives. So our lives are not that much different from yours; we just learned how to live them fully, with no impediments. And now, Mikos is here.
Greetings from the city of Catharia, where my home is. I live in a small alcove, nestled inside a small hill surrounded by lush vegetation, flowers, bushes, and tall trees. Actually, everything here is tall, including our body frames, which generally reach 15 feet high for most of our population. The Telosians average 7 feet, and Adama is 7 feet, 2 inches tall. I myself am a little over 15 feet tall, which is about half the height of your surface trees. We were all meant to be tall, even surface folk were once averaging 15 feet in height, when the surface was protected from the Sun's radiation by the firmament. Your Sun is now changing and becoming magnetic

(this is bullshit, natural Sun is White Energy of Balance, it is never magnetic, unless the Sun is artificial and our Sun is not artificial! LM).

This will stop the declining of your heights, and in time you will again begin to gain in height. You will notice how so many of your youth are taller, than your own generation. We just wanted to give you a little clarity on this subject....

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If we are successful in finding the polar opening, then within 1,700 miles from any farthest north Arctic land bordering the Arctic Ocean, we should reach the inner continent just as Admiral Richard E. Byrd did on his 1947 flight beyond the pole, as
described in Amadeo Giannini's 1959 book, Worlds Beyond the Poles. At that time, Giannini wrote:
"This United States Navy's polar exploratory force was preparing to embark upon one of the most memorable adventures in world history. Under the command of Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd, U.S.N., it was to penetrate into land extending beyond the North Pole supposed end of the Earth... As the hour approached for the air journey into the land beyond, Admiral Byrd transmitted from the Arctic base a radio announcement of his purpose, but the announcement was so astonishing that its import was lost to millions who avidly read it in the press headlines throughout the world...The words of the message were momentous: 'I'd like to see that LAND BEYOND the Pole."... "That area BEYOND the Pole is THE CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN!" Subsequently, "...the admiral and his airplane crew accomplished a physical flight of seven hours duration in a northerly direction beyond the North Pole. Every mile and every minute of that journey beyond was over ice, water, or land that no explorer had seen...As progress was made beyond the Pole point, there was observed directly under the plane's course iceless land and lakes, and mountains where foliage was abundant. Moreover, a brief newspaper account of the flight held that a member of the admiral's crew had observed a monstrous greenish-hued animal moving through the underbrush of that land beyond the Pole."
It is the intention of this expedition to search out and explore that area Beyond the Pole that Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd discovered. It is estimated, that within 1,500 miles of the Pole, the expedition should reach the inner continent.
The coastline of the inner continent could then be followed looking for the River Hiddekel and sail up the river to the City of Jehu to meet the inner earth inhabitants, just as Olaf Jansen and his father did in 1829. Within Our Hollow Earth at the City of Jehu, expedition members could take an Inner Earth monorail train to visit the lost Garden of Eden located under America on the highest mountain plateau of the Inner Continent. It is also the capital city of Inner Earth, according to Olaf Jansen.
Perhaps in this City we can visit the palace of the King of the Inner World, as did Olaf Jansen and his father.

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A Description of Rainbow City - From The Hefferlin Manuscript
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/tierra_hueca/esp_tierra_hueca_26.htm

THE RAINBOW CITY BUILT BY MARTIANS (ALIENS) IN ANTARCTICA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nf9_fQOeQpM

1 - THE HEFFERLIN MANUSCRIPT

Typewritten and handwritten copies of these manuscripts have been in circulation since the Hefferlins, began releasing them from Livingston, Montana in the late 1940s. At the time the Hefferlins first heard of Rainbow City in the Antarctic, some time in 1940 according to them, the information was so fantastic, as to be beyond belief. It is still unbelievable to most people, that there in the frozen wastes lies a great city, comfortably warm, full of scientific marvels from some great, hitherto unknown civilization of the past. Nevertheless they were convinced the information was true and cautiously released it a little at a time to the few they found understanding and receptive. Hefferlin claims he designed a flyable, circle-winged plane before Frying Saucers became news in 1947. In fact, much of his material in the manuscripts, utterly fantastic in the 1940s, now seems worthy of consideration in 1960? Most UFOlogers have heard of the manuscripts or seen references to them in Saucer literature. Mrs. Hefferlin accuses Ray Palmer of misinterpreting them for his own purposes, as you will read an the introduction on the opposite page. Having reviewed a loan copy of the manuscript, how complete is not known, the Director of BSRA decided it was time the Associates had a chance to look over the material and form their conclusions.
In his book "Agharta" R.E. Dickhoff seems to have drawn liberally from Hefferlin without crediting the source. After reading this book in 1953, our former Director, Meade Layne, asked the head of the Inner Circle, Yada Di Shi-ite, if there was such a vast tunnel system under the Earth. To Headers surprise the Yada confirmed its existence.
In "Isis Unveiled" H.P. Blavatsky writes:
"Spheres unknown below our feet; spheres still more unknown and more unexplored above us, between the two a handful of moles blind to God's great lights and deaf to whispers of the invisible world..."
The whole of the MS loaned to us contains some 160 pages of material, all of which we hope to release eventually. This first portion of 30 pages gives the description of Rainbow City. Other portions give the occult Instructions from the Book of Imri, the philosophy of Rani Khatani of the Ancient Three, a History of Humankind, which includes a description of the eternal conflict with the Serpent Race, and reference to the King of the World. Hefferlin also describes his radical power plant, the GHYT motor. The Hefferlins were operating one of San Francisco's trolleys in 1949; but we haven't found anyone, who knows, where they are at present. They seem to have disappeared from the face of the Earth. Maybe they succeeded in fulfilling their wish, of being transported to Rainbow City via one of the Portals. Who knows?

2 - Introduction to THE HEFFERLIN MANUSCRIP by Gladys Hefferlin
Notice to all of you, who have read the Shaver Mystery by way of the stories and articles written by Richard S. Shaver. Our material has no connection with the Shaver Mystery. In our correspondence with Mr. Raymond A, Palmer, editor of the Amazing Stories Magazine, we requested him to keep our material separate from the Shaver Mystery and not to use it in connection with the Mystery. Mr. Palmer ignored our request and has deliberately distorted our statements for his own purpose, thereby misleading the readers of Amazing Stories Magazine. This group or organization of which we speak has no name. It is not a Lodge or Mystery School or anything of that sort. No one can buy his way into Rainbow City.
We, ourselves, who are the North American spokesmen, cannot enter Rainbow City at this time. Therefore we cannot promise entry to anyone else. We are not the ones, who decide, who shall go to Rainbow City and who shall not.
The Leaders, "The Ancient Three", Who Were, Who Are, Who Will Be, decide all those matters.
(No, it is a Higher Self of a Human decides and noone else! LM).

The two thousand people, who are down there now, wore picked by the Leaders, because of their peculiar abilities and the fact, that they are reincarnations of Ancient Ones, who lived and worked there, when Rainbow City was founded. The ancient "memory" pools are awakened and they have much knowledge innate within them to help in the work now being done there. There is not enough room in Rainbow City for all of the so called worthy people of the World, much less for all of Humanity. Who is to say, which ones are worthy and which unworthy? And if the icecaps of Antarctica were melted to release the six other cities from the ice to make more room. The melted ice, as water flowing into the oceans, would wreak more havoc, than the atom bomb. The Leaders are the modern reincarnations of the young Leaders, who led the first migration of HUmankind from Mars to Earth. They, in those days, were known as "The Ancient Three - Who were, Who are, Who will be, Always." When Humankind reaches a very critical period in its history, these three are born again to lead Humankind in the proper path and give them another chance. These Leaders are right now guiding the destinies of three-quarters of the population of the World, and three-quarters of the land mass. All of Asia, the islands of the seas, all of the natives of Africa, all of the Latin American States, and the Negroes, Red Indians and Eskimos of North America accept their leadership and guidance. The Occident, the White Race, is hearing about this now for the first time. For the purpose of this group is to bring about the Brotherhood of Man on Earth, and to abolish all wars. And to do this, it was necessary to give the exploited, the oppressed and the enslaved people of the World the first opportunity to make their move for freedom. The means, by which this material has been gathered, is a form of telepathy, called by us "Controlled Mental Communication". Before you say it is silly, stop to think of the work of Alexis Carrel, of Dr. Rhine of Duke University and other scientists. Then think of the many chairs of Mental Telepathy established in the Department of Psychology in the largest universities in the United States. Therefore it cannot be silly.
THE FIRST CONTACT
In 1927 in San Francisco we met a man, who became a very great friend of ours. In his moving around, in our moving around, we lost touch with each other. Both regretted the lost contact. In February, 1935 when we were in Elwood, Indiana, we learned, that our friend, Emery, was in New York in radio circles. We immediately got in touch with him and he was very glad of it. We started to develop this system we call Controlled Mental Communication. He helped us in every way. Mrs. Hefferlin was the one, who established the mental 'link.' Emery came to Elwood several times during the process, to check for accuracy. It was accurate. He had occasion to go to several places in the United States. Each time would transmit information and then check with us. When it was found, that the system of telepathy was accurate he went to other places in the World, transmitting much information, which has nothing to do with the question now in hand. However, confirmation of that information was always forthcoming by way of Newspapers and radio, anywhere from two days later to five years later . We had such a mass of confirmatory evidence by that medium, that it became monotonous putting it down. We cannot doubt the information given us now, no matter how fantastic it seems. Our communication is as fast, as ordinary, open conversation. Mrs. Hefferlin receives the information telepathically and transmits by spoken word to Mr. Hefferlin. Both speak aloud to answer Emery. Our friend can hear spoken conversation, and can see anything, that is held up before the "channel", as we call the medium, which is used. He hears all, that is said, if one speaks loudly enough, It is not necessary to shout only to speak clearly. Street noises from here go through to him. There is no  mystery about this channel, only a definite use of vibrational focus. No need of mystic actions or trance, or incense, or mirrors, or candles, but the simple use of a picture. This channel was opened in the spring of 1935, more than 12 years ago. Emery and some others, working under orders, discovered Rainbow City in the fall of 1942 around Thanksgiving time. So you see, in the interval of over 7 years we had plenty of time to check all angles of our communication channel. So, no matter how fantastic the information is, we have every reason to accept it as true; no reason to believe it false. We have sufficient proof for ourselves but no concrete, material proof that can be held in the hand and passed from person to person. Therefore we warn each reader to take this information with a grain of salt, and examine the material for himself. We are not putting it forth as indisputable fact, that must be accepted, just because we say so. But each reader must let his own reason and logic speak to him, and he is free to accept or reject it, as he sees fit. It is immaterial to us which one he does.
THE GHYT MOTOR
In 1940 we gave to our friend Emery the designs and information of Ghyt Motor No. 1, burn water for fuel; Circle Winged Plan, and the instruments sketched in the article "Power"! All articles were printed in the Amazing Stories Magazine for September  1946. Emery turned them over to the Ancient Three, eventually. We ourselves could do nothing with them for we had no money to develop them, but Emery ran out of money in caring for the first "Circle Winged Plane", which was built, and the Space Ship. Finally he appealed to his personal friend the Grand Lama, head of the Temple in the Valley of Harmonious Peace, in Tibet, which we call "Shangri-La." The Grand Lama opened the valley for Emery. From there they went into the hands of the Ancient Three. Since then, 350 of the "Circle Winged Planes" have been built. They are powered by a motor called Ghyt No. 2, because they are a combination of Ghyt No. 1 plus the principle described in "Burn Water For Fuel". The so-called Flying Saucers were a group of these ships. On a mapping expedition to discover the types of terrain, in which the ends or mouths of the tunnels opened, as described in the article "Man No. 4 Tunnels". In the summer of 1946, by action of the Ancient Three, the atomic laboratory of the Russians was blown up. That laboratory was not outside of Moscow, as the "Glacier Priest" said in June, 1947, it was in the northeast tip of Siberia and much too close to Alaska. Therefore, the orders were sent out to destroy it, and the orders were obeyed. There are only a chosen few, who are operators of the Portals (see "Man No. 3 Portals"), of which Emery is one. The three Leaders themselves grew up in the World, and learned what the World could teach. They had to unlearn much, that was taught to them, but who doesn't in the course of a lifetime? Outside of Three or four babes, who have been born in Rainbow City in the last four and a half years, everyone down there was born in the World in the last 70 odd years. No one is a freak of any sort.
THE TEMPLES
There are seven Temples in the World, all linked together by what we call ''Thought Machines". The Thought Machines are large Crystals, which "transmit thoughts and mental pictures." These temples are ideated in Tibet, that master Temple, in India, Iran, Turkey, Egypt, Morocco, and the high Andes of South America. The master thought Machine is in the Temple in Tibet. But gathered at those temples are Representatives of all of the peoples of Asia, including the natives of Siberia, but not "any Russians." All of the natives of Africa, but not any Butch, or English, or Belgians, etc. All of the peoples of the islands of the seas. The Latin American States, the Negroes, the Red Indians - and the Eskimos of North America receive their orders from the South American Temple. In 1936 the Ancient Three began to take over in the East. Though prior to that time they "were feeling out in Hungary, and to a certain extent in Poland" and Finland. By the action of the Ancient Three keeping Hungary "from aligning herself with Britain and France, on one hand, because they were much too weak if trouble started and keeping her from aligning herself with Italy and Germany, on the other hand, because they were rotten to the core. The Ancient Three delayed the starting of the European War by two years (The war, which started in 1939.) In 1938 India owed England a debt of over 0 million. India was ordered to industrialist, so that she could gain her economic independence. She "was told, that her political independence would follow as a matter of course, without bloodshed in getting it, India industrialized. In 1945 she had paid off her debt to England, and had England owing India to the tune of more, than billions. India gained her political "independence", as was promised. But England saw to it, that India was divided, which brought on Civil War. It was against the orders of the Ancient Three. So India will have to work it out for herself. Turkey was ordered to stay "out of the war," no matter how much pressure was brought to bear on her from any direction. She obeyed Orders and she did not suffer blasting during the war. America herself finally admitted, that it was a good thing Turkey stayed out of the wax. It worked out better for America. Egypt was ordered not to draw a single man up for military service, even when the "enemy was within her gates." The British and the Americans called the Egyptians "sniveling cowards". But they were not. It took the grandest kind of faith in the Ancient Three, for the Egyptians to obey blindly, with every evidence against obeying. But they were saved, as every one know, so Rommel was driving tip blow up the Suez Canal... When he would have reached that point, the German army massed on the borders of Turkey, would have moved into Turkey and taken the Dardanelles. Then the two armies would have joined forces and they would "have driven into the oil fields of Iraq, Iran and the Russian Caucasus, thereby outflanking the Russians and Stalingrad...It was not Montgomery. He was down in Southeast Egypt with only a token force. He could not even keep in sight of the dust of the famed Afrikan Corps. The Germans ran so fast, that they dumped Italians all over the desert, and the Italians had to walk many weary miles, before they could find any one to whom to surrender. The Ancient Three stepped in there and caused Rommel to run. They laid down the law to Rommel, and scared him so much, that he dared not take another step into Egypt. By the action of the Ancient Three, they broke the back of the German war effort and the Allies won. What stopped the Japanese at the gates of Australia? They had moved down the islands and were practically on the door step of Australia. The Australian Army was "away from home fighting Britain's battles elsewhere. Britain could not get Australians army home fast enough. America could not get men and material to Australia. Most of the American Pacific Fleet was on the floor of the Pacific Ocean at Pearl Harbor. The Atlantic Fleet was fighting Britain's battles in the Atlantic. The few ships, that were in the Pacific, could not hold the war themselves, nor save Australia from invasion. The Allies needed a base desperately in the Pacific, and Australia was the only base left. If the Japanese captured Australia, America would be fighting the Japs in the Rocky Mountains of North America. The Ancient Three knew that, so they stepped in and stopped the Japs in their own way. Australia was safe, until men and supplies could be gotten there. From then on it was up to America. All of you know now, the strange right-about-face of the Japanese. How docile and obedient they have become under General MacArthur. How the people of Japan are working for peace and want to be a part of that peace. Again the Ancient Three stepped in, in their own peculiar way, and warned the Japanese people, that they had hopelessly condemned themselves by their previous actions and blood lust. The Japanese could only Redeem themselves by the long hard climb upward of obedience, co-operation and the will to show the World, they were willing to suffer the necessary steps to gain back nationhood. And they were also told, that the Ancient Three were with the man, who would become the conqueror of the Japanese. And only by obedience, co-operation and work could they redeem themselves back to a place under the Ancient Three. You have seen how the Japanese have obeyed that dictum. And now you know why they have boldly announced, that they would take order, from General MacArthur and no one else.
WORLD FEDERATION
Syria and Lebanon gained their independence by action of the Ancient Three. The Arabian States united into a Federation by act of the Ancient Three. And the strength of the Federation, as a unit, is greater, than the combined strength of the individual states. They organized according to the pattern of the United States, which is the pattern, that all the World will follow, when the time is ripe. That is, the pattern of government among the States of the World, There are many necessary changes to be made in all departments of living before the Perfect Plan is established. The pattern in the United States is: the forty-eight States are forty-eight individual nations combined into one Federation. Each State has it's own laws, traditions and history. Those things are sacred to each State. But each of those forty-eight States co-operates" with all the rest of the States on vital issues. There are no tariff walls between the States. There are no import or export duties to pay between the States. Trade flows freely in every direction. No passports are needed for the citizens of one State to move into another State. The citizen of another State is treated like one of the local citizens, when she/he is in any one of the forty-eight States. There is a single unit of currency among all States. It has the same unit of value from Seattle to Miami, from Bangor, Maine to San Diego. There are no exchange premiums to pay between the States for changing coin from the currency of the State to the currency of another state. "Each person in the United States is paid for his services in equal proportion to any one else in the United States" for the same or similar services. There are no extra-territorial rights imposed by one State upon another State, as has been done by the European nations and America to the nations of Asia and Africa and they would try to do to South America and other Latin American States. And all of the forty-eight States of the United States follow the same foreign policy. That is the pattern of the Arabian League also, and that will be the pattern of all the World eventually. Each country, people, nation must earn its independence from the European Empire Nations. Only in that way can these people know freedom, understand it, and work to retain it when it is theirs. If it were handed to them on a silver platter they would not know what to do with it, and would lose it again. Therefore, they must earn their own freedom and help others to earn theirs. All people shall have equal opportunity of achievement of expression, of access to the beauty of the Earth, equal access to the resources and materials to make their lives better. No nation will exploit another nation, put burdensome taxes on them, nor enslave them in any way. And war will be abolished; for all people will have room, in which to live, food to feed their starving bodies, arid will be paid in proportion to their services to all — no matter if the person be a Negro, an Indian, a South Sea Islander or a White. For this the Ancient Three are working. And for this, we here in Livingston, Montana are contributing our little bit in the only way, that we can at this time. So, take it or leave it. It is immaterial to us. We know the goal, and are working toward it.
3.   HORIZONS UNLIMITED by W. C. Hefferlin
The dream of all Humankind, as a child and often when grown, when gazing into the heavens, has been to explore the far reaches of space and the Stars, some day. That day is now at hand, and our children will soon know that great feeling of
expansion as well, as the fact, that we, as individuals, and our Planet Earth, are but a tiny spark of Cosmic Dust in All of Creation. Have you looked at the Moon with a prospective eye since the Radar experiment? If not, do so now; for the' time comes soon when perhaps your children, if not yourself, may stake a claim there. Space flight was our dream of almost forty years ago, and the beginning of a search, that has since led through mythology, history, physics, chemistry, mechanics and what have you. The search for power, speed, control, has been long and rarely fruitful those many years. But now horizons, horizons unlimited, and the Expansion of Knowledge is a deep and sincere driving force, that keeps one going. Once long ago we sat high up on the side of a mountain here in the Rocky Mountains and looked across a broad and long valley, one thousand feet below us, and day dreamed how it would be to sweep out from where we sat, out over the valley in a long arc toward the horizon above the mountain peaks ahead, and up, up, ever up into the blue sky, faster and faster, and ever faster, until we might speed with the speed of Light through Space. No, not yet have we, the writer, personally taken off into space; but we did design parts of the machine that was built five years ago; and it has since made two trips out into space, once accidentally, and recently a planned trip carrying equipment and scientists. Yes, far enough out into space that the Earth was the size of a marble and the moon the size of a small pea, and all space a Purple Glare with the Earth and moon as dark spots. Cosmic radiations were found to be much stronger in space, but there were other radiations observed, that as yet cannot be classified; and new instruments of recording and qualifying methods of analysis must be developed before the next trip. A strange distortion shows up in watches, clocks and chronometers using a gear train assembly, just as if the gears had slipped. Distortion, as seen from the Earth, is evidently due to refraction factors of our local atmosphere. Cosmic radiation effect on the human body, as well as animals, birds and insects, was found to be not detrimental, but rather of benefit as a source of evolutionary development. Contrary to fiction writer's ideas, there is no outward change in appearance. The period of change in the human's case took about three years. On animals birds and insects, a much shorter time, depending in proportion to their normal life Span. Second and third generations in the animals, etc., showed no change beyond the parent's development. Any and all changes appear to be for the betterment of those concerned, increasing the mental activity and ability of perceptions, a greater reasoning capacity, and in the case of the human, corrections on any weak organs. The human during the period of change has violent headaches, goes partially blind and deaf at times, and seems at times to be thoroughly wretched. But after the period is over he sees with a wider range of perception and hears with a wider tonal register. All weak spots are toned up to top performance. These observations were made by one doctor and several accredited scientists studying the results in the case history of the human. Much has been written on the subject of cosmic radiation, fictionally und professionally, and great concern has been as to the effects. What the resulting effects might be under prolonged exposure was naturally open to question. But judging from the observed results it certainty looks as though this atmospheric blanket surrounding the Earth retards and slows down evolutionary progression. After all, we all are constantly bathed by this radiation in a slightly reduced degree all our lives, so why be afraid?
Fear, the most potent weapon and humanity's worst disease, rules our lives beyond all reason. Just because we are slow to learn, or lazy enough mentally not to open our eyes and ears and mind, we don't know the answers of Cause and Effect.
Therefore if it is beyond our immediate vicinity or experience, we shun it as something accursed. Ignorance breeds fear in the thinking human mind and thanks to our training from the cradle up, fear is taught and instilled into our minds daily by our parents and all those we come in contact or associate with. If we can't explain something rationally to ourselves and our children, we then form a great number of "do not or else", alibis to build a fence around us to protect us from evil. The mind controls the body and as we think, so it is reflected through our structure and all of its organs, glands, etc. In fact if someone had placed a modern radio on your table fifty years ago and it started to talk and sing, just how fast would you have left that vicinity; and would you have been superstitious, afraid? We feel, that the Truths should be given to the World, as we find them, without the usual sugar coating. After all, ignorance is not bliss, but it breeds fear and fear breeds disaster. Look around you and there you will find the basis for all war. When man has something more, than his own backyard as a horizon, he must go afield and strive to reach that horizon. We now give you the sky, heavens and all of space as a real goal to reach for.
Will you do it?  THE SPACE SHIP
This space ship we mentioned in the earlier part of this article is not some illustrating artist's dream, but a very practical and efficient job, designed for speed-arid maneuverability. Its top speed is entirely theoretical, a possible 186,000 miles per
second, actual speed in space unknown as yet
(there is no Space and Time, no Speed, no ms-kms, no light years, because the Universe is - HOLOGRAPHIC IN NATURE ! LM).
Three separate walls are incorporated in the body construction each separated from the other by many inches of insulation and self-healing material in case of puncture. The landing field lights were on in Tibet, waiting for the ship to land. But the
speed was so great that they missed the light beams the first trip around the Earth and had to slow down to even see a slight streak of light the second time. By the third time around they had slowed down enough to see the lights and land at the air field. Flight elevation was stratospheric and the total time elapse was five hours. Do you still want to ride to the stars? Then all aboard. The above space ship was a derivative of an atmospheric flight ship, as described in the article "Circle-Winged Plane" and the ship is now based in far of Tibet, back from four years exploration of the Antarctic Continent by our scientists. They, living in a Great City made from Rainbow-Colored Plastics, the only Accessible City, one of Seven, six of which are now covered by ice ten thousand feet deep.
THE ANCIENT CIVILIZATION
Studying the cultural evidence of an ancient civilization they found it by the records to be over 2 million years old? A City using Plastics for paving, building and clothing. Controlled static electricity for light and heat., and city power, and to run the great trains, that are waiting in the underground terminal yards and station below this "Rainbow City." There are maps shoving the vast, over 100 feet in diameter, dual Train-Tunnel System below Ground and Seas throughout the World, location of System Terminals and all Side Lines and Tunnel ends. Farm machinery is powered by a radium-like substance contained in small boxes. Personal Flying Suits are powered by this substance. Duplicating machines produce, by rearrangement of the atomic structure, any number of copies equal to the original. There is evidence, that there are over two hundred elements of matter, with the laws of combination and usage. "Portals" are a means or entering or traveling between places thousands of miles distant; these are used also for tracing back through the past, all done by space warpage. These Portals are mentally or manually controlled. Here are machines to teach mentally the language and type for writing. Great libraries and museums are filled with all the Knowledge and Wisdom and machines of this Ancient Race, left here by the First Humans to be on this Earth, and evidence from whence they came. They, our remote ancestors! And all of this is our heritage. Whom among today may say for sure that this be false. When again, as justification for the reopening of the cities...
RAINBOW CITY in Ant-Arctica
From the Temple and Libraries of a Great City, one of Seven Built of Plastics, here even now on this Earth, as it was over 2 million years ago, does our information come. Six of these Great Cities are encased in eternal ice, and the seventh only is in open ground, protected and warmed by hot springs. Yet it is isolated, as to ordinary approachable means by ice walls ten thousand feet high. The seventh city, called by us for want of a better name "Rainbow City", and the other six cities were built over 2½ million years ago on the only (then as now) stable continent or land mass on this Earth, the Antarctic. The valley surrounding the city is somewhat dumbbell shaped, with the city at the narrowest section, the valley spreading at both ends, about ten miles wide at its narrowest and about 25 mile long from end to end, protected from storms and hidden in the southern winter by mists, and only open to the Sun's Rays by ice-wall reflection during the southern Antarctic summer. The city is made of plastic, the streets are paved with plastic; and all buildings are so constructed, that all Colors of the Rainbow are used. For color in those days seemed to have had a meaning. In the heart of this large surface is a great temple, Center of the Higher Learning and a museum of the culture of this Ancient Civilization of ours, and its machines. Below this city are five underground levels, part of the Surface City, and the Main Terminals of a Vast Tunnel Train System, with miles of yards, trains standing ready for the main lines, and maps of the old surface of the Earth, showing where the Great Tunnels lead to. From this Temple in this Ancient, yet Futuristic City did we learn, that the beginning of Humankind had been lost so long ago, that only a very sketchy history has been forwarded at all (this is bullshit: human history can easily be restored with and without technology, LM). And that, starts millions of Earth-measured years ago, far across Galaxy after Galaxy, Solar System after Solar System and Planet to Planet, a long Chain of Migrations and Colonization by the Human Race, their rise and decline, Cycle after Cycle. From across space to the fourth Planet from this Sun, known to us as the Planet Mars, came the migration of Humankind to colonize; and upon this Planet Mars rose again, a Vast Civilization of Great Wisdom and Knowledge, with very wise Leaders and Councilors.
THE REPTILE, THAT WALKS LIKE A HUMAN
At some time during the migration periods across Galaxies of Space, the Race of Snakes or Lizard-like species was encountered. From then on there was friction and war. Also of great knowledge and ability were they, this ancient Serpent Race, but far alien in thought and culture to Humankind's ways. For some reason, not known now,
(it is known very well: there is a need to merge Human and Serpent races at the End of life of Old Universe, but not without a fight, in order to turn these Energies into White Sun Energy of Balance! LM)
there had always been between the Humans and the Snake People, competitive strife for the dominating position of control and power. Great wars were fought and slowly Humankind lost ground. When it became apparent, that the fourth Planet would eventually no longer support life for the Human Species, the Great Ruler of the Human Races sent spaceships and scientists, with his own son and daughter, and some of the Council of Elders, to the Third Planet now known to us as Earth. And here on, what is now the Antarctic continent, a great Colony was established, patterned after the homeland. This was the first of Humankind on this Planet Earth. Such was the beginning of the fabled "Golden Age" of Antiquity, spoken of in the Ancient Mythology of all Peoples on Earth today. These may be the original "Seven Cities" hinted at in story and folklore of all Humankind. Here is the heritage of Humankind in all of its wondrous beauty, its Greatest Knowledge and Wisdom stored, waiting for the time when "Humankind" shall have arisen once again from this own-made mire, and shall have earned the right to stand before the heritage...Here in books, talking books that impress the mind through the audio nerves the speech of long ago, are given the original commands and laws, that have come down to us today in very garbled form through mythology, folklore...there is nothing new on Earth. Proof, that history and life repeat themselves endlessly cycle after cycle; and that which we learn or design or invent today or in the future was and is in existence now, TODAY. Here, too, is science in its fullest bloom of maturity, whereby the very building blocks and cement of Creation are known and used, as needed. Two hundred and five elements of matter are given, and the means, by which they may be combined, as desired. So called atomic fission and power were common enough, that they were used to drive farm machinery, automobile-like three wheeled vehicles, spaceships and individual flying suits. New? No, it's there from over two million years ago, ready for use.
Rainbow City contains great libraries of books on all subjects, arid great laboratories with their own special libraries. All of these books are made of some metal known not to the world today, still untarnished these millions of years. The leaves are of a silvery metal, gray in color and thin, light weight and flexible. The characters and symbols of the ancient tongue are etched in. The mathematics system is based upon the count of seven. In equations on all physical constants they use "seven over seven" instead of the modern "square root of minus one". On mental and spiritual constants, ten over seven is used. If we would examine our modern periodic table of the elements in the hand book of Chemistry and Physics, we would find the key to the system of count as used so long ago, for both are based on natural law. A circle is divided by 2. 4, 8, 16, etc, never into 12. Plastics were used to build the walls, floors and roofs of houses, the stores and the Temple, also furniture, tables, beds, etc. The cloth made in those days and still there is woven of a plastic thread softer, than the finest modern silks, lighter in weight, and all of this is fire proof. In fact, to wash the cloth or bed linen you place it over an open flame and burn the impurities away. Beautiful jewels of all colors are made of plastic, so hard the surface of a diamond is cut and powdered, as if it were ordinary glass. Many plastic spheres of all colors and sizes are there for special purposes and are treated, so as to retain their power and influence.
CHEMICAL FORMULA FOR A PLASTIC
Macerate the vegetation to very fine particles and mix with water. Boil this mash at a very high heat, strain off the liquid and reboil this, as a high heat. Skim off all scum and strain the liquid again. Reboil the liquid again at high heat and strain through a final filter. Now subject this remaining liquid for 24 hours to an electronic process conditioning, under a high vibratory or high frequency condition to rearrange the polarity of the molecules. The liquid is then ready for pouring and molding. After having been molded it is still soft enough to carve immediately. After that the plastic sets and becomes harder each succeeding day. Machines are used for either heating or refrigerating their vicinity, by vibration. They now bathe their vicinity and above with cold vibrations. This undoubtedly makes the Antarctic colder, than any other place on Earth today. Tests were made by our group at the ice covered cities, of temperatures close to minus 150 deg. F.
The homes and all buildings are heated or cooled by hot or cold radiations from the walls and floors. The very color of the dwellings can be adjusted through a change in the color vibration control, and walls become opaque or transparent where and as desired by adjusting a switch in the walls. Here is radio without static noise; radio, that operates and some how impresses upon the audio centers of the mind, music or voice messages. The television operates differently from ours, inasmuch as the impulses seem to follow back to the source of our present day radio waves from the transmitting , and even into the studio at the microphone. The microphone seems to act as a pickup eye, and a view is given of any person or object in front of it. These radios are in all buildings and are powered from city power. In the gardens are great shade trees and flowering plants, luxurious beyond belief, whose individual blooms often measure at least three feet in diameter. Very few insects are found here, with the exception of the butterflies, whose wing spread measures seven to eight feet across, and whose body would fill a large sized turkey platter. In fact, they are as large, as full sized eagles and are beautiful beyond words. Fruit trees are smaller in size, than the vast shade trees, but they bear huge sized fruits. All in all, some of the fruits, though resembling the appearance of modern fruit, taste far different. One fruit colored and looking like a large apple tasted like a pear. A peach-like fruit has numerous seed pits and tastes like nothing else on Earth. The same applies to berries, some, that look similar to raspberries and blackberries. Vegetable seeds were found in storage cupboards in one room of the Rainbow Temple. This room contained at one end a large Glowing Ball of Radiant Energy. This is believed to have preserved these seeds these millions of years. The vegetables, although different in appearance from our common varieties, served much the same purpose. One large leaf type takes the place of lettuce, but grows into a head formation more like cabbage, Another green vegetable, which even when ripe remains green, tastes similar to our present day tomatoes. Those of our group, who were farmers or horticulturists in their youth and preferred this service, handle the working and harvesting of crops, using plows and other implements found there, powered by atomic or radio-active substance contained in a small metal box on the machine. All conveniences and luxuries found in the city homes are also in the farm homes.
SHANGRI LA OF THE ANTARCTIC
Radiation lamps and heaters furnish the valley with an almost even temperature and the necessary rays for health and growth. The Mists, that hang thinly over the valley during the long summer season, are much thicker and heavier in the long Antarctic winters, thus helping to protect life there. In the middle of the winter the temperature is cool, about 65 degrees, in summer 75. All country roads are paved with plastic, as are all country buildings. Here also are the landing fields and hangars for housing the different types of flying machines, including a Great Ship for Planet-to-Planet travel. Travel from farm to city and vice versa is by three-wheeled conveyances somewhat similar to our cars and trucks. These vehicles are controlled by levers and push buttons, and are powered by the same type of Radiant Energy Mass (Uranium) in metal boxes, as the farm equipment. The tires on the wheels of these are made of plastic much like our present day balloon tires. From the evidence as shown by the life-sized pictures and the sizes of beds, chairs. garments, etc., they, our original ancestors averaged around seven to eight feet tall. The original skin color of the race was a reddish-brown, eyes and hair somewhat the same. Only the pictures of the Ancient Rulers showed blue eyes. One of them had blue-black hair and the other two were blondes. The akin of these rulers was much lighter in color, sort of a golden hue. These three, two Men and one Woman, were the Rulers, and with them were the Council of Elders and Wise Men. The one dark-haired Man was the fiancée of the blond Woman. The blond Man was brother to her. The two were children of the Ruler on Mars; the black-haired one was of the high nobility on that Planet. Foods and fruits were preserved in storage in such a manner of canning, that when opened these millions of years later were as edible, as when first preserved. It is quite evident by the careful preparations, that this land and city were deliberately left for future generations of the Human Race; although it is doubtful, that this was expected to be a million or so years later. Yes, here in this almost magical land is the dream and home of enchantment, come true to all of us.
RAINBOW TEMPLE
Tremendous in size and appearance are the wondrous temples of learning, each located in the heart of each of the Seven Cities of that fabulous ancient past, from the beginning of our Humankind on this Planet Earth. The Rainbow City of the
Antarctic continent lies almost due south of a point midway between south of India and the land mass of Australia. It's great Temple is in the center of the city. The area of the base is in the form of a great square about two of our modern city blocks wide on any side.
"X" MARKS THE LOCATION of RAINBOW CITY
To aid the reader in locating Rainbow City, according to Hefferlin's instructions above, we have chosen an angular view of the Earth, unfamiliar to most of us. This view is quite common, however, to those, who approach the Antarctic continent - and its Saucer bases - from outer space! We are almost directly above Australia, from which we have drawn a dotted line to the South Pole and we have put in another dotted line from the southernmost point of India to the South Pole. Midway between these we placed the "X" to give the general location of Rainbow City. It was into this vastly unexplored area, that Rear Admiral Byrd looked so wistfully in 1947 during his flight to the South Pole. Navy flights inland from the Indian Ocean along that bleak coast discovered open water, and called it Hunger's Oasis. More exploratory flights have been made since then. Two years ago Russian explorers made a surface dash from the coast to the Pole in that area, were they looking for Rainbow City? Who knows...
THE TEMPLE A PYRAMID
There are five stories in the Temple proper and above, that are fire stories mere in the Pyramid-shaped structure topping the Temple. Below the main floor are five underground levels in the Temple basement. The fifth floor of the Temple has
apartments for the three Rulers, plus numerous apartments for Councilors and guests. In the door of each of the Ruler's and Councilor's apartments is a jewel of color designating the apartment's owner and rank or position. Here on the fifth floor are great Libraries and museums. The Libraries are so arranged, that they are accessible to the laboratories above them in the Pyramid, as well, as to the Ruler's apartments. In the Pyramid top are located completely equipped laboratories and facilities for research in chemistry, electricity and all other allied sciences, as well, as an observatory for astronomy. Below the fifth story, the second, third and fourth stories house museums of all types of machines for all sorts of purposes...
there is a room of the Glowing Sphere, that radiates out in all directions. The corridor leading to this room goes almost the full length of the room and here are cupboards, that house the plant seeds. After turning the corridor corner one must go back the full length of the room to reach the Glowing Sphere. The rear rooms of the first floor are devoted to hospital and medical research. It contains charts of the human system, showing the entire circulatory system, the nervous system, and all of the ducted and ductless glands. On the level immediately below are the dissecting rooms, with the necessary instruments for the study of the human body. It is here, that the doctor-surgeon of our group spends much of his time studying the records and charts. He was once the court physician at the Palace in Budapest, Hungary and he finds great interest in this, his own department of research. On the same level of the basement are the rooms containing the Power Control Tanks and the control panels for the distribution of power throughout the city. Now, here are the school rooms for the primary grades and the machines for opening the mental understanding of the written and spoken language. Elevators run through the five floors of the Temple, the five lower levels and to the third level of the Pyramid. Host of the walls are elaborately decorated, whether carved or molded we do not know. But that plastic is now extremely hard and tough. All heat is radiated from floors, walls and ceilings. There are no light fixtures, as light too is radiated from floors, walls and ceilings. A simple push on a button chooses the kind of light, that is desired. In here there is no difference between night and day, because one has the choice of choosing that particular light. This same light source seems to revitalize the air and to act as an air conditioner as well. Draftless, shadowless peace and quiet is here for rest and relaxation, study or contemplation, thought or concentration.
GLASS HOUSES
By means of switches, set in walls, these walls become opaque, colored or clear, as crystal glass, giving a view of outside, with one-way or two-way vision as desired. Here, too, even as found in the houses, the kitchens have vibratory type heaters and cookers. All refrigeration either box or cabinet type, as well, as room cooling, is also vibratory in nature. There is no fluctuation in temperatures in the refrigerators, as compared with our modern day types. Here, too, there are no locks on the doors, such as those with which we are familiar. The Ruler apartment doors are operated by a code word and pressing on a certain section of the door. The carpets, rugs, hangings, furniture, robes, bed covers are all of plastic. Cleaning them is very simple for there is a special container in each apartment similar to those in the houses in the city. These special containers have a vibratory flame activated by a push button. Throw anything into it and leave the flame on for a short time; shut the flame off and when the item is cooled take it out. It is cleaned of all impurities by vibratory flame and sterilized; this is an ideal laundry system.
THE CITY
On all sides of the Temple are avenues and all buildings in the vicinity are two-and-a-half stories high, then two stories high; and as one goes farther from the Temple, one story high. Close in near the Temple there are buildings stocked full of all
things, similar to our present day retail stores. Here in this city there are no apartment houses or tenements, no crowding, each house has a spacious lot for flower gardens and lawns. Each house, even as the Temple apartments, is completely
furnished with everything, that any of them may need, with the stores as additional supply, as needed. Some of the lower levels of the Temple have vegetable vats for the growing of produce by chemical means, and re-conversion laboratories.
At another section of the Temple on the first level below, are the storage garages for the wheeled vehicles for those living in the Temple. Here too are shops for minor repairs. All of the heavy industry of the city is carried on in the underground of five levels surrounding the Temple basement, below and extending for miles underground far beyond the reaches of the surface city. There are houses, stores and gardens, workshops of all types and kinds in these levels.
Sunlight is simulated by special ray lamp lighting, and the air is fresh and pure even in the Temple. There are large parks and playgrounds for the children. Here too flowers grow blooms as large, as those in the Temple gardens and here too the great butterflies float as on 'silent wings of night' from flower to flower. The saying often referred to in history, that there were Giants in those days could well have applied here; for everything is of larger, than to us normal size, as though the average man height in those days was about 75 feet tall. Within the corridor entrance to the ground level floor of the Temple, close to the back end, are three massive pillars supporting the ceiling at this spot. Almost directly behind these pillars and on the corridor's end wall, are pictures of three Beings, two Males, one on either side of a Female figure. These pictures seem to be of a human cast in face and figure, but still have a haunting reptilian touch as well, as if of a smooth blending of the two types.
SNAKES IN THE GLASS
Immediately below this area on the first and second levels there are rooms in a central position relative to the Temple basement, and below these rooms are the third and fourth levels of a section. This section from the first level to the fifth level
inclusive was hermetically sealed off from the upper structure, as well, as from the rest of the Temple basement levels. In this upper room were found three Humanoid Serpentine bodies, in upright transparent containers and behind these, three more of the same type, evidently consorts (spouses) of the other three. The first three were the originals of the three pictures above on the corridor's end wall. In the area of the second level immediately below this room, were found great numbers of similar humanoid serpentine bodies, and in the areas beneath this second level, the third and fourth, reposing on beds stacked in tiers four high, lay vast numbers of these same types of figures. In the fifth level were animals and vegetation. This sealed up section contained a strange mist like gas, the purpose of which was to hold in suspended sleep of preservation all life this area contained. Through research efforts our scientists discovered, that these Humanoid Serpentine Bodies were reconstructed robot containers made from the flesh substance of the original bodies, which long ago had been serpent bodies with arms. The types of animals and vegetation held in suspended animation in this area were such as should ever seen on this Planet, Earth. They don't belong!
Food Production and Consumption
In Telos, food production takes priority. We are all trained in growing and producing food. We have a very varied diet, eating only those foods, that contain the Life Force in them. Hence, we only eat vegetables, grains, fruits, and nuts. All meat is
banned. You on the surface are still eating dead foods - foods, that no longer carry the Life Force. All in Telos work in the hydroponic gardens growing our foods. We all take turns developing and experimenting with our crops. Once the food is grown, it is then taken to our distribution center, where everyone comes to pick up their supplies. We don't freeze food, as you do on the surface. All our food is eaten fresh, for this is the way, that all nutrients are consumed. Every day people pick up their food for the day. It is easier for us to “shop” every day for our food. Since our workday is only four hours long, we have much more time available to tend to our nourishment and health. We have time to cook nourishing foods, time to exercise, and time to indulge in our creativity. This slower pace has many advantages. We don't have the pressure and stress as you do on the surface. All we do is in harmony and peace. Our lives are tranquil and in tune with the Creator
(the word 'Creator' is wrong. The Source of All Life doesn't have a gender, LM). All that we use in the production for food consumption is re-used. We have no land fill sites as you do on the surface, because all we use is recycled over and over again. This is the advantage of having advanced technologies. All that we use, we re-use. For nothing is wasted or over-produced. All is in harmony with nature, and all we do supports nature. Nature, in her glory and abundance, bears great quantities of food. Nature, left alone, produces abundance. So, we live close to nature, and follow her rhythms and cycles in the food chain. First and foremost, we are all trustworthy and responsible workers. We cherish the Earth, and all our food production is carried on in honor and respect for the Earth's resources. We don't use paper or plastics, nor do we wrap our food in any way. Our food is produced and then delivered directly to our distribution centers. This way, all that we use can be immediately replaced. It is all computerized through a master food computer, that keeps all of our dietary requirements in mind. Of course, it is all guided and directed by our people, who take turns in shifts in different areas of “household” work. All our food is grown and produced by us. It is pure, and free of chemicals and contaminants. We practice organic gardening, as it is the only way to survive and still retain our full consciousness. We do use containers to store our food, and these containers are used over and over again. We never discard anything, nor do we ever bury anything in our soil; for the Earth is alive also, and we respect and protect her.
(Earth doesn't have a gender. It is White Sun, surrounded by a hard 3D shell, LM).
So, our way of producing and distributing food is vastly different from yours, as we have technology, that far surpasses yours. We thrive on our way of life, and we invite you to join us at our table when you do visit us here. For we shall share our feast of life with you, and you will delight in its simplicity and taste. We welcome you all to Telos, where we will entertain, and show you the wonders of living in a Higher State of Consciousness.
Q: Do you eat only living food with the Life Force, or do you also use heat for cooking?
Our food is very delicately prepared and it is all 'live' and freshly picked. We eat mostly fruits and vegetables and grains, and our soy products, which we ferment out in the open air. We do “cook” some of our foods, but our type of “cooking” is much different from yours, because we don't use electricity or microwaves or skillets or ovens or fire. We use technology, that funnels heat into the food causing it only to warm up without changing its molecular structure in any way. We have technology that warms, without harming the Life Force. But most of our foods we eat at room temperature, and we are used to eating foods at this temperature. Since it is always warm here in Telos and in the Hollow Earth, we have no craving for warm foods. We prefer cool foods, that have just been picked and prepared in salad variations. We don't do any baking here, at least not the kind you do on the surface. Yes, we do have “baked” goods, but they are “baked” in a different way, much like the food dryers you use to dry banana chips. We can make delicious cakes this way, that still maintain their Life Force and keep their enzymes intact. We understand, that in the colder regions of the Earth, people need warming foods, not just for their body's temperature, but for the comforting effect. And yes, the Life Force is destroyed through electrical heat. This is yet another reason why your lifespans are so short and your energy levels are so low, compared to ours. It is because the way you prepare your food robs you of its Life Force, the giver of life. It is a Force (Soul Energy or White Sun Energy of Balance, LM), that gives you life, that gives your life the energy it needs to sustain you in any kind of physical climate and situation. But over the millennia as the climate in many locations on the surface changed from temperate to cold, people's eating habits and lifestyles changed to accommodate these colder climates, and hence people's lifespans decreased from hundreds of years down to only 70-80 years now. There is a very definite connection between the amount of Life Force in one's food, the stamina in the body, and the length of years the body can live. It is the Life Force, that keeps us alive, and the more Life Force we have, the more “alive” we are, and the livelier we feel. We thank you for this question.
Q: What is the difference between your trees and your plants?


I am Mikos. We thank you for your question. Here in the Hollow Earth we don't distinguish between our trees, plants, and vegetables, as they are all living entities, each with their own consciousness carrying the Life Force. However, the plants and vegetables give themselves freely to us for our consumption, as long, as we leave the plant intact and eat only its fruits, so that it can multiply and reproduce year after year. We don't pull out the plant after harvesting its fruits, as you do on the surface. You see, we have one long continual growing season, which is forever - not like on the surface with your seasons. With the seasons, after the plants and vegetables produce their crops, they are discarded and their seeds replanted the next growing season. We don't do this in the Hollow Earth. We let the plants govern themselves, and reproduce as often, as they like, without our interference. Mother Earth herself is the director and governs their growth cycle. Our plants give themselves to us freely, allowing us to eat the fruits of their harvests, because we never remove or kill the plant, upon which the fruit or vegetable grows. Because they are alive in consciousness and contain their Life Force intact, we are consuming the Life Force of the plant and it continues its existence in us. So in effect, it lives on. It is the same with the trees. We eat their fruits, but never cut down a tree. Our trees are huge and magnificent and reproduce cycle after cycle, giving us the most abundant, succulent fruits. So our trees live on, and we live on by consuming the fruits and vegetables from them, without disturbing them in the least. We do use crop rotation, which maintains the minerals, vitamins, and enzymes, that go into the plants, so our Earth is always rich in minerals and perfect for growing our crops. We do the least to the Earth, and the Earth does the most herself. This is why we are so hearty, healthy and strong. So there really is no difference between our trees and plants - we treat them each with sacredness and honor their beings. We talk to them, we thank them for their bounty, and we then eat their fruits and vegetables. Our trees are just big plants, yielding more fruit, than the smaller plants and vegetables. Our trees serve another great purpose, that of producing the rich, clean, oxygen we breathe and sheltering our landscape, while at the same time consuming the carbon dioxide we exhale. They are sentinels, stand vigilant, and maintain our environment. Our trees are Great Beings of Light, and our plants and vegetables are like their children, reaching up to the sky, hoping to someday evolve into a tree. For all life evolves from lower to higher states of Consciousness, just as we Humans are ever evolving in Consciousness. Just know, that when you eat fruits or vegetables, from trees or plants, it is their Life Force you need for your health. It is the Life Force you want and this is what keeps you connected to the Creative Force. When you eat dead, toxic foods, you become just that - dead and toxic - and your life is shortened and it becomes difficult to sustain your body. Then disease sets in. All our food is grown organically, obviously, which is another reason we are so healthy and strong and can live hundreds and thousands of years in the same body. The less you tamper with Mother Nature, the more nutrients you receive in the food you eat. People are just beginning to realize this, and it is why the organic food industry is growing so fast.
It is hard to make a distinction between the plants and the trees, but the distinction is in the amount of Consciousness each can hold. The trees can hold vast amounts of Consciousness compared to plants, and the trees have an underground network, that connects them all telepathically to each other on the Planet. They have their own news service, and know what is happening on the Earth before we do. They rapidly communicate to each other events, that are about to happen on the Planet. They have firsthand information. We often tap into their communication system, so that we know, what is about to occur on different locations of the surface. You, too, can tap into this system. Just plant your feet solidly on the ground next to a tree, put your hand on its trunk, and merge with its essence. Ask your question, then wait and listen. You will hear it speak to you. The trees have been waiting for eons to begin communicating with you again on the surface. It is their deepest desire. For we are literally made of the Earth, and are truly One, which is why we can communicate with them.
Q: Do Telos and other cities in the Inner Earth exist physically?
We will answer your question. Yes and no. Yes, Telos does exist in your Third Dimension, and it also exists in the Fifth Dimension. It actually does physically exist inside of Mt. Shasta in the Third Dimension. There are no volcano activities inside of Mt. Shasta. The lava tunnels in Mt. Shasta were re-routed by us over 12,000 years ago when the Lemurians went underground and traveled through the tunnels to reside in Mt. Shasta, as a result of the Atlantean and Lemurian Wars, which devastated the surface. So we do exist in our Third Dimensional body forms, which we can now move in and out of at will. We have evolved to the point, where we can raise and lower our energy fields and move in and out of embodiment.
So if you were in Telos in your Third Dimensional form, you would see us. However, when we come up to the outside of the Mountain, we modify our energy field and move up to the Fifth Dimension and are “shielded” from your physical eyes, unless you can see into the Fifth Dimension. If you can perceive the Fifth Dimension energy, then you would see us. And yes, we look exactly like you. There are no differences in our physical bodies, except for the fact, that we now have more DNA strands as a result of our long lives of being able to evolve in peace and harmony and brotherhood. For it takes a peaceful environment to evolve, and this is what we created for ourselves when we left the surface and came into Mt. Shasta. When we want to be seen by those on the outside of the Mountain, we can easily make ourselves visible to you. But for the most part, we prefer to stay invisible for our own protection. The time will come when we will be appearing to your surface folk, and that time is very near. We hope this has answered your question. I am Mikos.
Q: What is the difference between the Inner Earth and the Hollow Earth?
The Inner Earth consists of Telos and over 120 other Agartha Subterranean Cities of Light just a few miles beneath Earth's surface, including the city of Catharia, which is directly inside the center core of the Earth (beneath the Aegean Sea) and is
where the Library of Porthologos is located and where Mikos is from. The Inner Earth consists of all the area, that is below the Earth's surface throughout the globe, including caverns and a vast Tunnel System. It includes all 800 miles from the top of the Earth's surface to the Inner Hollow Opening in the center. The Hollow Earth is just the area, that exists in the very center core of the Earth, which is Hollow, and starts at 800 miles down. Once you are inside the hollow cavity of Earth, the diameter of open space is 6,400 miles. The diameter of the whole Earth is 8,000 miles (this is not the full picture! LM).
Q: Why are we skipping the Fourth Dimension, when we move into the Fifth Dimension?
We will all attempt to answer this question, because it is a complex one. We are the Inner Earth Council, Mikos presiding. We say to you not to be so caught up in dimensions, but rather to concentrate on bringing up your energy and raising it up into higher levels of Consciousness, because this is where the higher dimensions exist. They exist in higher states of Awareness. So you can access higher dimensions by accessing higher states of Consciousness.
You will move directly into the Fifth Dimension, because the Fourth Dimension will no longer exist. It is in the process of being dismantled and removed by the Spiritual Hierarchy, as part of the accelerated Ascension Plan, that will catapult you directly into the Fifth Dimension. The Fourth Dimension was used in the past by departing Souls, who didn't go directly to the Light, but lingered for great lengths of time.
(and again : this is not the full picture! We all visit the 4th Level daily when we are unconscious or asleep. LM).
This departure passageway has now changed, or been “re-routed” as you might say, so that departing Souls no longer become trapped in obsolete dimensions waiting for hundreds or thousands of years to move on to the Light. That is now all over with. Therefore, you will all move directly up to the Fifth, with no dimensions in between. The next step is wherever you want to put your foot. After you reach Fifth Dimensional consciousness and are securely in the Fifth Dimension, you will then choose your future destination at that time. Some of you may choose to return to a Third Dimensional world to help other Souls regain their full consciousness, and some of you may choose to go back to your Home Planets. Your Home Planets exist in many different dimensions throughout the Universe, depending on how evolved your Soul is. Your Soul's frequency matches your Planet's frequency. So yes, some of you may choose to go home to your Sixth Dimensional Planet and some may choose to go home to your Seventh Dimensional Planet and some of you may choose to go home to your Eighth Dimensional Planet, and so on. Do you understand this? Many Souls may want to stay in the Fifth Dimension and experience its peacefulness, abundance, riches and continue their Soul advancement there for a while before moving on. There will be a myriad of choices once you reach the Fifth Dimension, so there is no need to concern yourself about this now or try to make decisions about where you want to go. There is no hurry. The only hurry is to reach the Fifth Dimensional Plane of existence, where you will be once again pain free, disease free, lack free, and totally free in all ways. You will be supplied with all you could ever wish for, and then more. So stay tuned into your Consciousness, be alert to all that is around you, make positive and loving choices, and send love to everyone. This is the fastest way to increase your Awareness and evolve your Consciousness. Always remember, that we in the Inner Earth are all standing beside you, gently guiding you on your path to the Stars.
In the Human Ruler's apartments on the fifth level or floor above ground, well concealed in the wall of the living room of each compartment, is a small closet-like room. By a strange assortment of coils of odd shapes and other strange appearing
apparatus concealed in the walls, very strange and exceedingly interesting things occur. A television screen is at one end, and levers, a dial and green colored lens crystal are arranged at a control panel in one side wall. By following the book of
instructions, as found in a concealed drawer at the control panel, the mechanism became operative, and here was the key to most of the research, that followed.
"PORTAL ACTION"
This room, by some electronic means, could act as a television viewer of any place on Earth, and above and below the surface. It can view the interior of anything desired, and using some form of a space-time warp can view the Past. Future viewing was found to be impossible, evidently, because there are too many variant possibilities, that may happen. Television viewing with Soul included made the other important actions of these rooms possible. This we call for want of a better name, Portal Action. When we say Portals we mean, that in more ways, than one. By some form of electronic vibrational manipulation this room can be caused to make contact, through a Portal door at one end of the room, with almost any place on Earth! Yes, we mean, that when the machine is directed to some place as viewed on the screen, and a lever is thrown into position, the end or Portal door can be opened and you can step out in that locality. Mythology, folklore and religion seem to give some hints to substantiate these Portals, and we must consider that mythology, folklore and religion are but a resume of the past.
MORE ON THE PORTALS
The apartments of the three Rulers, in Rainbow Temple, are of different color and each is exclusive of the other, but inter-connected by doors. One apartment is furnished in blue, another in green and the third in red; each is the private color
identification of it's owner. The closet-like Portal rooms are about six feet by ten in size and are neutral in color. One side of the wall of the closet room is a dial set in the face of a control board; above there is a green colored crystal lens. In the end wall is the television screen. Beside travel the other use of the Portal was for research into the past. Not as a time-traveler in a material way, but only as a means of seeing and hearing at any time into any point or interval of time of the ancient Past. In this phase it is impossible to use the second door, as only the audio and vision side works. The purpose of the crystal lens is for establishing mental control and direction of the Portal by concentrating one's gaze into it and holding the mental vision in your mind of the place you desire to go. The dial and some lever switches on the control panel below the crystal lens are for adjusting the power and position of the image on the view finding screen and controlling the Portal action. One lever locks the Portal at any place under view, and another lever allows the second door of the room to be opened. Upon stepping through this doorway when opened, you find yourself actually at the place on view in the screen. Fantastic? Yes, but true in this time period. An experienced operator of the Portals can pick up a man or an object in Chicago and another in London, and deposit them in Tokyo or any other place in the world in a few minutes. There seem to be only a few things, that will prevent or stop Portal penetration at this time.
KILROY WAS HERS, TOO
One of our operators in the group was an ex-pilot of the early-Chinese-Burma-India theater of World War II named Kilroy, a red headed Irishman with a puckish sense of humor. He is believed by us to know something about the "Kilroy was here"
storied in the Saturday Evening Post. As to that part of it all we can say is, that our Kilroy had the method and means of travel at his command in the Portals, but only time will tell for sure. We personally suspect he knew more, than he cared to admit. We used the Portals to transport material and men from and to many places on Earth. These same Portals will reach out through local space to the moon, but not much farther at present.
LIFE ON THE MOON
What life remains on the moon is a very decadent and dwarfed, degenerate human type, because of lack of air. They are confined to caves and underground caverns, and that part of the old cities underground still usable. Very little exploration was done on the Moon and that was confined to a cavern with a temple area and altar at one end. The remains of the human race there still await the return of the old rulers. Compared to almost any standard of living here now on Earth, they are really in a pitiable state of existence. Machines are there, but dead from lack of the proper power. This seems to have been a radioactive substance similar to radium.
STILL MORE ON THE PORTALS
The Portals have been in almost steady use for most of the time our group has been in the Antarctic. A great deal of shuttle service was to our base in the Himalayas we call it Shangri La Valley. When Hungary was taken over by the Germans the then Regent of Hungary and his family were moved to Shangri La and then to the Antarctic Rainbow City by one of the Portals. Early in World War II the scientists of Hungary, who had developed the Invisibility Ray, as pictured in Life Magazine, also a Paralysis Ray, joined our group by plane to Shangri La. Later, they, with their families, were moved by Portal to Rainbow City. There are seven full-fledged scientists and twelve assistants and all of their equipment, that was movable, now in Rainbow City. Sixty—five of our group are men the rest are women, children and servants; all told there are one hundred. Thirty-nine of the group are American ex-pilots of the China-Burma-India theater before the United States entered the war. Two of the Americans are veterans of World War I and belonged to the old "Glory-makers", the famous Thirty-Ninth. The rumored Japanese tunnel to Korea was started by captured slave-labors, but it was checked and blown up by use of the Portals with a form of atom bomb developed by the scientists. The bomb size is about the diameter of a grape fruit and weight about five pounds, and will pulverize an area of about five city blocks.The Portal's open door is not visible to anyone outside, unless he knows what to look for. Then it shows up as a very faint blue shimmering outline, but if touched on the edge of the outline it is as solid feeling, as any door sill. A person on the inside of the Portal can reach through the open doorway with his hand and only the part on the outside shows. In other words, the hand would appear out of thin air, to the vision of anyone on the outside of the Portal. Closing of the second door and opening of the first door (into the apartment) causes the Portal to return to Antarctica to it's original position. Both doors must be closed before any Portal operation is possible. These Portal rooms will hold about seven people at a time.
ALADDIN'S LAMP
There are numerous crystal spheres tuned to each Portal. By resting a Crystal Sphere in one's hand and concentrating the gaze into the crystal and thinking strongly your wish, the Portal obeys your command and comes to you when you are away from and on the outside of the Portal. The fable of Aladdin and his Lamp may have originally come from this source. The Portals might explain the ancient Irish myth of the boat with two eyes painted on the prow, to see where it went, and it moved with the speed of thought. Also the Magic Carpet in Arabian folklore might be explained by the Portals. Perhaps, here too, is the reference to the Portals and the tunnels, as quoted from the Egyptian Book of the Dead, Chap. 57.
THE GREEN GEM OF THE SOUTH
From Myths and Legends, Hindus and Buddhists, by Coomaraswamy, page 111 we quote:
"Rama thought of the self-coursing car Pushpaka and it knew his mind and came to him straightaway. He searched the west and north and east and south."
Can we say, "No, these things are not true?" when all of mythology and legend speak either directly of or in parallel to these things?
This we do know from observations made via the Portals, that Lemuria and Atlantis did exist and they did attain to great cultures and high civilizations, before sinking beneath the ocean. Also at one time a continent existed south of India, between India and the northwestern coast of Australia. On this land was established the first colony from the Antarctic Continent civilization. It was by the use of these Portals, that part of the exploration of the Great Tunnel System, that networks the entire globe was accomplished, including the vast yards full of trains and the main station terminal below Rainbow City. By the use of these Portals the many "sealing off" doors to the Tunnels were found and opened, in preparation for train passage through on the lines we desired to operate. It is quite evident that these Portals are operating under reduced power at present, but our group expects to have them running at full strength soon. Then further exploration of space may be possible as well, as increased penetration in other lines of research. Consider how handy these Portals are for the research scientists who, upon discovering an ancient ruin or anything else of the past, may at will - almost with the speed of thought - examine its history from beginning to end.
THE TUNNELS
The Great Underground City beneath the surface at Rainbow City is built and strengthened by an odd metal, the same, as used in the construction of the railroad tunnels and terminals. This metal is made by a machine, that takes the raw earth and rock and turns it, by some atomic manipulation, into a soft, plastic-like metal, that slowly hardens. When this metal has finally set to its full hardness, an atomic cutting torch takes five hours to cut one and one half inches. This underground city was used for manufacturing, food processing, and artificial growing, as well, as storage space and living quarters for workers. It surrounds the Great Tunnel depot Terminal and its vast yards are stored with great trains ready for use. Elevators and ramps are commonly used to all sections and levels. Light is furnished by some sort of "cold light" process, which gives off beneficial rays of the Sun. The air in the city as well, as the tunnels seems to be revitalized from or by these same lamp sources.
At the fifth lower level of the underground city is the main depot and traffic office and dispatcher system, that controls the entire network of train tunnels throughout the World. There is also a communication system for voice and vision to all trains and to all terminals and their branch lines. The Tunnels of the main lines are always dual, one above the other, and operate on a one-way system of handling trains. The tunnels are lined with the tough metal, which supports and reinforces the underground city. Each Tunnel has a diameter somewhat over one hundred feet. The trains arc about one hundred feet in diameter and each coach length is three and one half times its diameter, each engine two times its diameter. When in operation the trains float free of all walls; when at rest they fit into grooved channels in the side walls.
FASTEST TRAINS IN THE WORLD
The top speed of these trains is unknown to us at present, but our group of scientists tested them well above two thousand miles per hour. As to air resistance and pressure within the tunnels at this speed we do not at present know the answer, they are made of tough metal, the same, as used is the tunnel linings... At present only a few mainlines and their terminals and trunk lines and branches have been used by our associate's party. But according to the tunnel map routes these tunnels run deep underground and spread throughout the entire World, beneath the seas and land surfaces in all directions. Of the tunnels explored, one branch line ends in what is now a swamp in the heart of South America. Here, from the evidence of old ruins in the vicinity, was once a great sea port and thriving city of ancient times on an ancient seashore. According to the Maps of today, this is in the upper reaches of the present Amazon river in that mysterious district, in which a number of explorers from the United States and other countries have gone into and, from which they have not returned. Another tunnel ends in a new-closed cave in the southwestern part of the United States in an Indian territory or reservation. Another branch line ends in northwestern Wyoming, due west of Sheridan and some two hundred feet or more up the side of a mountain. This tunnel seems to have been twisted and sheared off, leaving a distorted and pinched outlet. When we consider the great density and toughness of the metal lining the tunnels, a metal that even earthquakes and great land mass movements cannot break, we wonder what titanic force sheared and twisted the Sheridan tunnel end. When we have time we shall use the Portals to find the answer. At tunnel ends and all terminals there are Great Doors, that seal each tunnel, section by section, and all Tunnels are empty. Only the Terminal depots have any machinery in them, and these are for handling freight and fighting equipment.
Each Terminal depot is a great storehouse of numerous levels deep for medical supplies, concentrated foods and food essences, and concentrates of what today might be called vitamins, a tablespoon measure of which will relieve all fatigue and need of nourishment, liquid or sleep for over twenty-four hours with modern human today. Here too are stored many fighting machines and quantities of small arms (personal equipment) for army uses. These are mostly atomic blaster types.
All of this perhaps stored over one or two million years ago, yet still in perfect condition.
THE EGYPTIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD AGAIN
These Terminals may be the far famed and often written of "Tunnels of the Earth" perhaps referred to in the Egyptian Book of the Dead:
"I am the offspring of yesterday; the Tunnels of the Earth have given me birth; and I am revealed at my appointed time....It is I who carry away thy might, that I may come and seize upon the Tunnels of Ra." Chapter 108.
All Tunnels are lighted by a cold light system similar to that in the Great Underground City and the air vitalized in the same manner, Terminals likewise. According to the comparisons of modern maps with the ancient ones, the Tunnels are in a vast network underlying just about all nation today, and reaching many regions, that today are inaccessible to modern man, referred to only in mythology, such as the sunken continent of Atlantis and the lost LeMuria of the Pacific ocean. By the evidence of the Portals and the ancient maps, Great Civilizations did exist and an interchange of commerce linked them together through their common heritage with the Motherland, at the present South Polar continent. Star maps of the ancient days established a fair estimate of the time when all of this was in use.
ENTRANCES COVERED
Most Tunnel Openings have long since been covered by land slides and shifts in Earth structures and only a few at this time remain open to the outside World, some in Tibet, Siberia and Africa, as well as South America and North America. There are some entrances in the interior of certain remote islands. One train alone can carry enough troops and their equipment, modern style, to completely make up a small army. These trains are five-decked inside and have a tremendous capacity of load and storage. Automatic equipment for safety, capable of handling emergency and normal usage at the tremendous speeds involved, is built into all trains and terminals. As we have said before these trains float free from all contacts with the walls by some means, that we have not solved yet. The trains are entirely sealed when in operation and carry their own atmosphere. The cold-light used in the trains evidently revitalizes and conditions the air in the trains in the same manner, as is done in the underground city.
ACCESS TO SECRET TREASURE VIA TUNNEL
By Portal examination we have found, that the Inca's fabled hoard of wealth was concealed in a tunnel mouth-end in the Andes mountains. It still remains there, untouched by our party. Why?
Just consider yourself living in the midst of untold wealth (according to present worldly standards) with all wants of material necessities and substance at hand for use, of living amongst luxury as is not yet known in modern times, of being a part of this Eden, where the monetary unit called by us money, can buy nothing. This is a place, where one finds a peace of mind and soul beyond and above the hurry-scurry of this, our present day so-called civilization. To give one an idea of the size of the Tunnel Train Terminals, which handled local traffic out into the system, and from which many single branch lines stem or pass through, the average length and width is about four miles. The depth from top to bottom is about three hundred feet. There are over ten levels for storage and for offices. In these Terminals were found three-wheeled vehicles for loading and unloading as well, as passenger carrying, and ramps to accommodate them. Elevators reached all levels. There were official's offices with Portal machines as part of the equipment, file and record rooms to handle all the detailed traffic of commerce, that at sometime must have moved through them. There were tremendous rooms for clerks and all of their necessary equipment and dispatcher's rooms with tremendous control boards to allow contact with the trails as well, as other Terminals. The elevators made contact with the tops of these Terminals which, by the evidence found at one time, were on the surface of the Earth, Some now are buried deep by the shifting of land masses, In some localities on this Earth it was found, that these Terminal top entrances were close to the Earth's surface, and not many hundreds of feet of excavation of debris would be needed to free the entrances for usage. It is here, that a very strong question arises in our minds as well, as yours: Why such an elaborate transportation system, so well designed and built to last for ages, should be in evidence; unless we should come to this conclusion, that at one time in the Earth's (pre) historic past a very great and expanded civilization must have been spread all over the then Earth's surface, possibly by colonization from the Motherland at the Antarctic continent, or possibly by a great mass transplanting of the human species from the Planet now known to us as Mars. Only time will tell the answers and believe us truly when we say, that there seem to be millions of questions, that need asking and solving.
PORTAL ANALYSIS OF THE DOLE FLIGHT TO HAWAII
In the long ago history of Humankind, during the time of the civilization of LeMuria, its scientists developed great machines to act as transmitters and receivers of metals and certain organic substances. These machines were used to transport these material substances between Earth and the moon. Living organic matter was carried by Space Ships traversing the space between Earth and moon. Air is still to be found in the deep caverns of the moon and life still exists there . But the Human Race has long since degenerated from its original status to a condition beyond belief due to the fact, that contact with the Earth was broken off 21,000 years ago, when LeMuria sank beneath the waves of the Pacific ocean. The descendants of Humanity of the moon, who lived and worked there traveled between moon and Earth. Their mythology is colorfully alive with reference to fire spitting and fire breathing dragons... (Space Ships)
We have previously stated and we insist, that mythology is but a garbled, distorted and mistranslated history of the ancient Humankind. Research will unfold a valuable addition to the understanding of today's human races; and as we remove the veil of mystery step by step, will reveal their common kinship. We moderns have for too long smugly considered ourselves as superior in achievement and learning, and think, that mythology is a mixture of superstitious belief and vague mysteries, to be interpreted in some far off manner, as a thing apart from our everyday life. Yet we constantly cry to the very heavens for help to be rescued from the chaos of our own thoughts and acts. Mythology is a long pattern of humanity's achievements and mistakes, and the glory achieved by humanity when they follow the right path...The great machine transmitters and receivers, that once linked the moon-peoples with Earth, have long ago stopped working, with the exception of one transmitter on Earth and one partially operative receiver on the moon. The transmitter still working here on Earth is situated on a submerged part of LeMuria; now the floor of the Pacific ocean on a line midway between San Francisco and the Hawaiian Islands, perhaps a little-north. This location we cannot at the present time positively identify, but it is this area, that both surface vessels and airships avoid. How big it is we do not know, though it seems to quite large in area. Vessels entering its sphere of influence disappear and are never heard from again. It was here, that the historical "Dole Flight" was lost in 1927. The San Francisco "Examiner's" plane carried a radio signal generator powered by an air-driven generator, which made known the speed of the plane. That and the radio operator's remarks, before going into the silence, are ample proof of something strange in this area, but it is no longer mysterious. That was history and may be found in detail in the back files of the San Francisco newspapers, especially the Examiner. The transmitting machine seemed to push, and at the same time disintegrate, any metal or organic substance above it, toward the moon. The receiver functioned as a collector of the beam and re-assembled into its original form the material sent. They operated automatically. On the moon, near the partially functioning receiver, are scattered bits of wreckage, amongst which are bits of planes, all that is left of the Dole flight. The bodies of the humans are lost in space, possibly in an orbit circling the Stars.
4 - RAINBOW CITY AND THE HEFFERLIN MANUSCRIPT...
Commented by Branton from TheConspiracyConnection Website
"The Masters took another guise in a new alternative-reality scenario, which was first revealed to the public by Ray Palmer during the Shaver Mystery craze.
(Palmer was the one, Shaver himself accused of ‘bending’ his stories to fit Palmer’s own pet occult and historical theories - Branton). The September 1946 issue of AMAZING STORIES contained four short articles written by a W. C. Hefferlin.
Each described a wonderful new invention, which had come to the author, in Palmer’s words, ‘from Tibet by mental telepathy.’ One of them was a ‘circle-winged airplane’, which sounded like a cross between a conventional airplane, a donut, and a dinner plate. Another was the GHYT—for Gas HYdraulic Turbine—motor, which Hefferlin implied was decades ahead of the internal combustion engine without being too specific about how it worked; he fetchingly introduced it with the phrase ‘Speed, “Speed”, and more SPEED!’ Still another was a method for burning water for fuel by releasing its hydrogen and oxygen through electrolysis (unfortunately the electrolysis required the burning of some other fuel; Hefferlin neglected to mention this). The final invention was a spiral power beam, which today sounds vaguely like a laser, but just as vaguely like a science-fiction ray gun. It was described as if anyone with good mechanical sense could build it from Hefferlin’s ambiguous instructions, yet it was clear, that he had never built the beam device itself. The article ended in a gaseous climax: ‘POWER! Blasting material destruction! Or, ‘building blocks’ for the expansion of all Humankind!... It is yours, now. What are you going to do with it? Build or destroy?
In the October 1946 AMAZING STORIES, Hefferlin claimed, that he had invented a wonderful method to eliminate static from the radio, although he made some major factual errors—stating, for example, that lightning is ‘of direct current nature,’ when in fact it oscillates.
“Palmer was suspicious of Hefferlin’s claims, he hinted, that although ‘there are many people, who ‘say’ they are recipients of unusual information from Tibet,’ they might be unfortunates MISLED by the telaug whisperings of the dero.
But whatever their origin, the Hefferlin’s article could not inspire much confidence in the reader, who studied them carefully, and it appears, that Palmer enjoyed having readers take potshots at Hefferlin. One reader, wrote that after reading Hefferlin’s article on static, he could only‘heartily suggest, that Mr. Hefferlin buy a good book on radio and electricity and learn a little about the subject, before he writes any more articles.... I honestly cannot see how anyone with a high school education could read Mr. Hefferlin’s article without laughing.’
“Hefferlin had given a few specific directions for building the circle-winged plane or the GHYT motor or the POWER beam, but in each of the articles he left out several essential details, and without them the instructions were useless. When a doctor wrote Palmer and pointed out it would be impossible to build the POWER! beam device with the information Hefferlin had supplied (‘Never in my life have I seen or heard of such a poor set of instructions’), Hefferlin replied in the next issue, that ‘full construction information’ could not be placed in the hands ‘of the GENERAL public,’ and that ‘we must consider the seriousness of the International Situation.’ He also made the ambiguous statement, that the articles were ‘but a brief schematic of the entertainment field pertaining to the Rainbow City, its contents, etc.’
What was ‘the Rainbow City’?
 Palmer tacked on the titillating line that Rainbow City,‘is the headquarters, a deserted city of... (the Elder Race) under the ice of the [South] Pole, where all the gadgets mentioned and thousands more are perfectly preserved for thousands of years.’ Palmer also suggested, that Rainbow City be given a seat in the then-new United Nations, but with those teasers, Rainbow City and William C. Hefferlin disappeared from the pages of AMAZING.
“In 1927, according to Gladys, the Hefferlins were a young, mystically-minded couple living in San Francisco, and there they met and became friendly with a man named Emery (The identity of ‘Emery’ was long a controversy in Borderland Sciences and Shaver Mystery circles. Many thought he was Emery Deutsch, one a well-known radio violinist; Deutsch denied it. - Kafton-Minkel) who shared their interest. It goes without saying that the chances of being deceived through such an uncertain form of ‘communication’, by ones own subconscious mind or by malevolent paraphysical impostors, is very high and the opportunities to PROVE such allegations are almost non-existent when compared with face to face communication and substantiation, and in fact many, many accounts allegedly given through psychic channels from ‘aliens’ have later PROVEN to be false. Because of this one must take the following with a grain of salt - Branton).
“The Ancient Three... immediately ordered construction of a fleet of 350 circle-winged planes, powered by GHYT motors burning water for fuel, and using POWER! beams weapons. (supposedly after the blueprint provided to ‘Emery’ by the Hefferlins - Branton). Under the direction of the Three, work progressed rapidly, and when the fleet stood ready at last, an expedition was ordered to search the wastes of Antarctica for signs of Rainbow City... it was critical, that the city be repopulated and brought to life, if the cosmic plan was to be fulfilled. Emery was assigned to the search, and he spent painstaking months flying over the Antarctic, looking for clues, that none, but the initiated could detect. But on Thanksgiving of 1942, Emery sent a joyful message to the Hefferlins. Rainbow City had been found.
“The Hefferlins were understandably anxious to learn more about the Ancient Three, and little by little, in their psychic conversations with Emery, they heard the story of The Three and the concealed history of the Human Race. Countless millions of years ago, ‘Emery’ told them, Humanity ruled an Empire of Planets, stretching over A HUNDRED GALAXIES. But at some point in their conquests, the ancient humans encountered the race, which was to become their deadly enemy, the Snake People. The Snake People and the ancients battled for a thousand years, with the advantage passing first to one side, then to the other. But it became clear, that the Snake People had won. They chased the Human Race from Planet to Planet, scattering the remnants of the Human Empire to a few lonely, inconsequential worlds.
(That Chasing was necessary to mix Humans with other races, esp. Reptilian ones, of those Galaxies and raise their vibration! It is necessary at the end of Life of Our Old Universe, though it is hard on Humans! LM).
One of them was Mars, and the Red Planet was for hundreds of generations of the ancients a hospitable home. But as time passed the ancients realized Mars was dying—its oxygen and water were slowly dying. The Great Ruler of Mars sent a fleet of spaceships to Earth... They settled in Antarctica and built seven great cities there, modeled after the cities on Mars; each had a distinctive color and was called the Green City or the Blue City or the Red City. But the greatest of all was Rainbow City, so named because it was constructed entirely of plastic of all colors of the rainbow... Under their guidance (of the Ancient Three) the colony flourished mightily. It was Humanity’s golden age, but it was not to last forever. A great catastrophe, probably a surprise attack by the Snake People, struck the Earth and tipped it over on its axis. As in Doreal’s history—but with the parties REVERSED—the people of Antarctica quickly found their paradise icy and uninhabitable. The survivors of the disaster abandoned the great cities to settle in the wilds of the north, and after thousands of years of adversity they lost their technological knowledge. Memories of the glorious days of the ancients became myths and legends. But even after all that time the Great Cities of the Antarctic still existed, buried now under thousands of feet of ice.
(Walter Kafton-Minkel comments: “The circumstances surrounding the discovery of Rainbow City in the Hefferlins’ story are reminiscent of H.P. Lovecraft’s horror story ‘AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS’ [1963]. In the tale, a scientific expedition bored a hole into the Antarctic ice crust and discovers a tunnel filled with the well-preserved corpses of alien life forms. Nearer the South Pole, the expedition discovers a great deserted city hidden behind mountains higher than the Himalayas and finds carvings telling the story of a race of ‘Elder Things’, which settled at the Pole nearly a thousand million years ago... When the ‘great cold’ came, the Old Ones settled first in the oceans, and then traveled down to a sea in the interior of the Earth.” - Branton). Rainbow City sat deserted for a million years. it alone of the seven cities was free of ice, for hot springs beneath the city kept it and the surrounding valley at room temperature. Encircled by walls of ice ten thousand feet high, Rainbow City has remained hidden from Antarctic explorers to this day—except for Emery and his band. They occupied the city and found it consisted of six levels, one on the surface and five beneath it. Since the technology of the ancients was infinitely superior to our own, the city was found with all its incredible machinery running as well, as it had when the city was built two and a half million years ago. Almost everything in Rainbow City was built of plastic. W.C. wrote, that the roads, leading into the city, ‘are paved with plastic.’ The clothing Emery and his colleagues found hanging in the ancient closets ‘is woven of a plastic thread softer, than the finest modern silks, lighter in weight, and... fire proof.’
 All of their jewelry was of a plastic so hard ‘the surface of a diamond is cut and powdered as if it were ordinary glass.’ W.C. also wrote that Rainbow city is filled with gardens of ‘great shade trees and flowering plants, luxurious beyond belief, whose individual blooms often measure three feet in diameter.’ They are visited by enormous butterflies with wingspreads of seven or eight feet; their bodies would ‘fill a large sized turkey platter.... They are as large as full sized eagles and are beautiful beyond words.’
(W.C. didn’t mention anything about the four- or five-foot caterpillars such butterflies imply, but perhaps the people of Rainbow City didn’t mind encountering huge, hungry larvae in their gardens (which had somehow maintained themselves for over 2 MILLION years - Branton) because they were larger themselves. Emery estimated, after looking at the clothes and furniture the ancients left behind, that they averaged about eight feet tall.

“While preparing Rainbow City for resettlement by the Ancient Three (who were supposedly still around after 2 ½ million years! - Branton) and their specially-selected followers, Emery and the others discovered many incredible devices abandoned by the ancients. Like Saint Germain’s magical dishwasher, ‘vibratory flames’ kept the plastic clothes, carpets, and dishes of the city eternally spotless. Other vibrations supplied the artificial sunlight for the underground gardens. Ancient books read themselves aloud when a button was pushed. The ancients surpassed themselves, however, as transportation engineers. One of their most remarkable inventions was the ‘portal,’ a closet-like room with two doors that would warp space and deliver people or cargo to any point on the globe when the user merely concentrated on the destination. According to W.C., one of Emery’s comrades was Kilroy, ‘a red headed Irishman.’ Kilroy was overjoyed when he learned to work the portal, and in his spare moments he would trip from place to place all over the world, appearing just long enough to scrawl ‘Kilroy was here’ on a convenient wall. The explorers also found and tested the ancients’ enormous subway system. It was the NE PLUS ULTRA of subways, with hundreds of thousands of miles of tunnels from the Central Terminal beneath Rainbow City and snaking under all the continents and oceans. Enormous trains a hundred feet in diameter had flown through the centers of the tubes, held in place by vibrational power; the cruising speed of the trains was a touch over two thousand miles an hour. Emery’s group explored a few of the nearby tunnels, and took one of the ancient trains on a short run beneath Antarctica, but the majority of the worldwide tube system was sitting unexplored and empty, as it had since the great disaster struck a million years ago. There is something in W.C.’s description of the tunnels to tickle the scalp of any science fiction lover—an incredibly old network of huge tunnels under our feet, silent and sealed off into thousand-mile sections behind impervious steel doors, their entrances long buried by earthquakes and landslides. Emery located a few of the great sub-terminals of the system under Asia, Africa, and the Americas using the portals, and he found them filled with cashes of unused atomic weapons—mostly personal ‘blaster types.’ The Hefferlins themselves discovered the end of one of the subterranean branch lines near their home, ‘some two hundred feet or more up the side of a mountain’ west of Sheridan, Wyoming. ‘This tunnel seems to have been twisted and sheared off.’ Was this the work of the Snake People? ‘When we have time,’ W.C. wrote, ‘we shall use the portals to find the answer.’
“...There were seven temples scattered across Asia, Africa, and South America, all provided with special vibratory jewels, or ‘thought machines;’ from these temples the Ancient Three had for several decades broadcast their wishes to the minds of the non-Western world. Their message was that ‘each people, country, nation must earn its independence from the European Empire Nations.’ In the future, ‘no nation will exploit another nation, put burdensome taxes upon them, nor enslave them in any way. And war will be abolished.’ All races would be equal. Under the guidance of the Ancient Three, ALL NATIONS would merge into a WORLD GOVERNMENT on the model of the United States...
 (Note: Do we have a contradiction here from the earlier statement? How can World Government protect a nation’s INDEPENDENCE? And also, just WHERE will the center of power be for this World Government - Branton)
“The Three were sending squadrons of circle-winged planes into the skies of every continent to search for more traces of ancient cities, that might be revived; when people saw the strange craft, they mistook them for alien spaceships and called them ‘flying saucers. When the Hefferlins first announced the existence of Rainbow City, they were deluged with questions from the alternative-reality community: Where, exactly, WAS Rainbow City? How can I contact the Ancient Three? Can I go to Rainbow City and work for the New Age?
Gladys Hefferlin cautioned her readers that such people were doomed to disappointment. Only certain individuals had been chosen by the Three to go to Rainbow City— not because they were ‘worthy,’ but because they were needed there. Rainbow City was not open to the curious. ‘No one can buy his way into Rainbow City,’ she wrote; adding: "We ourselves, who are the North American spokesmen, cannot enter Rainbow City at this time. Therefore we cannot promise entry to anyone else.’
The Hefferlins faded into obscurity in the early 1950s, but Rainbow City was not forgotten. In 1960, UFO writer Michael Barton, known to his readers as Michael X, published a small book titled RAINBOW CITY AND THE INNER EARTH PEOPLE, a curious mishmash of the holes-in-the-poles hollow-earth idea, the Hefferlin Manuscript, and the Shaver Mystery. Here we learn, that the Inner Earth people are far from a homogenous group; some are Masters, some are dero, and some are ordinary humans. But since the New Age is coming, the Masters—with the help of ‘Guardians,’ their friends from Venus—are slowly ‘removing’ the Dero and other destructive Beings from the Planet.
‘Both the astral and physical levels of the inner ear,’ Barton wrote, ‘are being cleaned out in preparation for the coming Golden Age.’ (another title for the so-called ‘New Age’ - Branton). The Masters and the Guardians used Rainbow City as their way-station when passing in and out of the South Polar Opening.
(As one can see, this whole account has a rather ‘New Age’ slant to it, as do most ‘revelations’ which come through mediumistic, occult or psychic ‘channels’. This very fact should cause one to have caution - Branton)
“Barton claimed to have discovered these facts in psychic conversations with a number of astral entities through a channel he called ‘Telethot....There was another writer who kept Rainbow City alive as well—a man, who proposed, that the hidden war between planets, between the human race and the Snake People, continues secretly to THIS DAY... Robert Dickhoff told us, that the day was not far off when it might be necessary to choose between Mars and Venus in an interplanetary Armageddon.”
(Note: Dickhoff supposes, that the interior of Venus is largely inhabited by Reptilians—although others claim, that some humans also live there—whereas the interior of Mars is largely populated by the human species. Dickhoff was the one, who wrote, in his book ‘AGHARTA’, that an early Asian prince learned of an even more ancient cavern system below the Himalayas. This might be the one below the Potala shrine in Lhasa Tibet, within which according to other sources there are also  perfectly preserved ‘caskets’ containing the remains of a race of ancient human giants. However the caverns below central Asia were found by this prince to be the abode of the ‘serpent people’ according to Dickhoff, large lizardian hominoids, which it was discovered were trying to psychically attack and control minds on the surface through a sinister form of black witchcraft and sorcery. Leading an army of warriors into the caverns, Dickhoff’s Buddhist sources told him, this Asian prince managed to drive out the reptilians and apprehend the prehistoric underground city for themselves. The reptilians from that point on supposedly began using the spelling ‘Aghartha’ rather than ‘Agharta’ in their propagandial psychic messages delivered to their occult human pawns, who were oblivious to the fact, that the so-called Ascended ‘Masters’ behind such messages, whom they trusted, were actually reptilians. This was a type of signal, that these reptilian sorcerers, according to Dickhoff, used. Presumably, the serpent race intended to take back Agharta for themselves one day. However, as in Doreal’s and the Hefferlin’s accounts, even though some of the information seems to support the ‘Grand Scenario’ as it is laid out in the mutually corroborating COSCON files and elsewhere, other allegations seem to be embellishments resulting from the occult leanings of the sources, and because of the largely paraphysical origin of many of these ideas it is very likely that such ‘revelations’ are nothing more, than psychic propaganda designed to throw humanity off track from the REAL and documentable historical truths - Branton)

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Mariana Stjerna - Agartha- The Earth's Inner World

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Mariana Stjerna made contact with Timothy Brooke, a Canadian, who appeared to her briefly and then "dictated" this book. He was saved by Agarthans from a shipwreck off the coast of Canada mid-20th century, and is now alive and well in Agartha. In this lovely Novel, he recounts his story and describes life in this five-dimensional paradise. Excerpt from the book "Agartha - The Earth's Inner World":

1. Saved by Beings from Inner Earth
An escape into eternity, or from eternity? With this thought I awoke from my meditation. I might have been asleep or awake. Sometimes it’s difficult to tell the difference between Dreaming and Reality. You can actually experience Reality in your sleep. Intangible things become tangible there. For me, it was a strange journey. And for me, it has become Reality. But you are welcome to doubt my story — until it can be proved. I have no proof … yet!
A tall, young man with fair hair, cheerful blue eyes, regular features, and a shapely mouth — a handsome, young man, in fact — had appeared, while I was meditating. He started talking, and in my head I could hear every word he said. I was amazed!
“Hi Mariana!” he said. “My name’s Timothy, but I’m called Tim. My surname is Brooke. Originally I’m from Seattle, USA, but I’ve ‘emigrated,’ and these days I live inside the Earth. You probably won’t believe me at first, but I think I can convince you. That’s my mission. It’s time for people on the Earth’s surface to know, that we exist. Now I’m going to tell you my story.
My father was a sea captain. He owned a small cargo boat, which plied its trade along the coast between Seattle and Vancouver, Canada. I was brought up as a sailor, pretty much against my will, even though my mother didn’t want me to go to sea. She thought her constant worry about my father was enough. My mother was Swedish and my father of British stock. That’s why I’m bilingual. They met on a cruise in the mid-20th century. Then I came along, and later on, my sister. All three of them are dead now, but I survived a shipwreck when I was nineteen. In spite of Mother’s tears and pleadings, that I wouldn’t go to sea, I was father’s first mate by this stage, instead of staying in high school. Father was a resolute, but fair man, and I loved him. A terrible storm swept relentlessly over us, with waves as high, as houses. Our little boat had weathered storms before, but this was like a volcano. We were close to the coast, which was rocky and inaccessible. Father wanted to anchor as close to the shore, as possible, so we steered towards land. Our cargo was timber and it was heavy, but we didn’t get very far, before we were caught in a whirlpool, which lifted the boat like a glove and threw it against the nearest cliff. I remember a terrible crash and my father’s otherwise stern face being close to mine.
“I love you, my boy,” he cried, with tears in his eyes. “If we ride out this storm, I’m never going to force you to go to sea ever again.”
Those were his last words. The ship was torn apart, and I was in the sea, clinging to a log floating on the cold waves. I remember passing out. Father was gone, and the four others in the crew had disappeared. Suddenly, I felt someone human nearby, and a boat was carrying me steadily forwards. Was this death? I lay in the bottom of the boat and tried to raise myself up on my elbows, but fell straight back down again. A friendly face with clear-cut features and long, fair hair bent over me, and at first I couldn’t tell if it was male or female. I soon realized it was a man. The boat entered a kind of well-lit tunnel decorated with paintings. It wasn’t long before we were moored at a jetty. The fair-haired man and another one with dark hair lifted me up and helped me ashore.
“Where am I, where’s my father? Where are the rest of the crew? Did the timber go down?” The questions gushed from me in a rush.
“Your father couldn’t be saved, nor the crew or the cargo. You were clinging to a log, which brought you straight to us. That saved your life. We were on the lookout for wrecked ships because of the storm. You’re inside the Earth now. Welcome!”
The man spoke excellent English. “I’m Mannul Zerpa, and I’m taking you to Our World for some rest.”
When I was younger, an old sailor told me many stories. One of these was about a World, that existed inside the Planet, and it completely fascinated me. Of course, I’d thought it was just a sailor’s yarn. And yet here I was, in the middle of it, right in the middle of an old sailor’s tale! I pinched myself hard to make sure I wasn’t Dreaming. This couldn’t be true — but it was. “When can I return to Seattle?” I asked.
“You’ll have to take that up later with someone else. Look around you! You’re walking on solid Earth.”
The light was strange, when we came out of the tunnel or hole in the rock, where the boat was tied up — a strange Glow in a strange summery landscape. I had left Seattle on a dark November morning, windy and drizzling. There had been leaves on the ground, and the sky was gray. Here the air was clear, with a friendly Sun beaming down on us. Glorious flowers lined our path. There were green trees and bushes everywhere. It was like a beautiful morning in a Canadian forest. I had been in forests like this many times with my father and uncle when I was younger, but this seemed sparser and lighter somehow, with more flowers.
“We’re just coming to the village, where you’re going to stay,” announced my fair-haired savior, with a smile. My savior, literally!
“I have to thank you,” I stammered. “You saved my life. It’s just that I feel so confused. I’m actually inside the Earth, below the soil, in some kind of village in a farming area?”
“You’ll find out more when we get there,” Mannul informed me. “I’ve saved lots of people from drowning. Your ship isn’t the only one to go down outside these mountains. But it’s only the sea out there, which is treacherous, the sea, which belongs to the outer Earth. In here it’s calm and always summer.”
And I had to make do with that. We walked through the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen, before reaching a village with tall, round buildings. They seemed weirdly luminous, probably because of the stones they were made out of. I could hear birdsong in the luxuriant trees, and I saw squirrels and a small hare, which crept behind a clump of grass. It was like the outside Earth, yet very different. Somehow, it was too perfect, like a film! The houses surrounded what seemed to be a small market square, with a well in the center. We entered one of the houses. A hall with an arched roof led into a semi-circular room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The furniture in the room was what I would deem modern — comfortable, beautifully-designed chairs and tables, yet different from furniture on Earth. Everything glowed, as if the furniture itself and the surrounding walls were alive. And the roof! It didn’t exist! It was open at the top, with sunlight filtering softly through woven leaves and branches. Mannul gestured for me to sit on a sofa by one of the unglazed windows, where I could see the amazing view outside. The friendly, fair-haired man disappeared after placing a cup in front of me. He would return soon, he said. He told me to drink up before his return. I tasted the drink. It was wonderful, like a pale wine with a slight tang of honey. The first mouthful shot through my body like an arrow of fire, and I came around at once. Good grief, I thought, I’ll be drunk!  But I wasn’t, even after drinking it all up. However, I did experience intense clarity of thought and great wellbeing. When Mannul returned, he wasn’t alone. With him was a man, who was at least six and a half feet (two meters) tall. He had gleaming, long, brown hair and was clean-shaven and lithe (marked by effortless grace). His huge, beautiful eyes were set in a youthful face, yet I got the feeling, that he was older, than time! I stood politely and bowed, and he gave me a friendly smile and hugged me.
“Welcome to Wonderland underground, Timothy,” he said. “I know how you got here, and now I’ll tell you where you are.”
“Are you a Wise Master?” I interrupted, “I’ve heard people like that exist inside the Earth.” The man laughed heartily.
“There is wisdom everywhere, young man,” he responded. “The man, who believes himself wise, is stupid. Stupidity always tries to mislead wisdom. But if you’re seeking wisdom, you need only look around carefully. Nature is full of wisdom, which surface-dwellers are doing their best to destroy.”
“Then, who are you?” I asked, inquisitive as usual.
“My name is Dariel. You don’t need to know more, than that just yet. I’m one of the nine on the Committee here. We bid you welcome, and wonder if you would like to stay a few days as an honored guest from the surface.”
I bowed again and accepted the invitation. You don’t turn down an invitation like that.
“Will you help me to get home afterwards?” I asked. “My mother is bound to worry, that I’ve drowned like the rest of them.”
“Yes, we’ll help you get home, if you still want to go.” Dariel gave me a long, keen look. “We don’t force anybody to stay here, but few return home, and those, who do, are never believed, when they tell people about us. This is a pleasant place to live. We don’t fight about money, and most of our needs are taken care of. We keep track of the surface and the people there. We know, that their supposed development has only brought disaster. Everything is easier here. You’re going to love it.”
Dariel stooped and took my hands. He looked right into my eyes, and I was filled with an indescribable inner peace. I was still grieving profoundly for my father and missing my mother and Littl’un, my sister. But, in a flash, the grief and longing lessened, and I wanted to learn more about this peculiar country I was in. It was, as if I had been stroked softly by an angel’s wing, leaving me happy and at peace. In the distance soft music was playing, not at all like modern music from above ground, more like Mozart or one of the old Masters.
“Mannul will take you on a tour of our borders, beginning a few days from now. First you will visit Telos, which is where surface-dwellers end up, if they happen to fall into our World. Timothy, I’m your friend. Please call on me, if you need questions answered or help of any kind. We’ll meet again when the time comes.”

2. Agartha — A Paradise Inside the Earth

“A country, where sorrow doesn’t exist!” I exclaimed, as Mannul guided me through a village, that was laid out like a huge smile. Mannul grinned too.
“You’re right,” he replied. “But most people, who live here are just ordinary people like you and me. There is sorrow, but it is treated differently here. You allow it to dominate you, but we take control over sorrow and setbacks. Friendly hands reach out when you need help — physical or psychological. On the surface, you haven’t discovered the joy of helping each other. Your thoughts are on money. Help costs money, and not everyone can afford it. But Tim, everyone has a heart, and that costs nothing. You only have to listen to it. Your heart (not heart, but Spirit gives advice, LM) gives you good advice, but you have to talk the same language. Experience and understanding will help you.”
I don’t know what happened next; it all went so fast! Mannul held my hand and I felt like an apprehensive, expectant seven-year-old, going off to school for the first time. I didn’t have much time to see the scenery, which whisked by. There seemed to be water below me at one stage, and small, white geese (as they were known at home) bobbing on the dark-blue water. Then there was sand on golden sandy beaches, and finally emerald-green grass. At last, with a slight thud, we came in to land.
“Look around you!” Mannul burst out.
I did. If Mannul hadn’t been holding on to my hand, I probably would’ve fainted, but there really was cause for my confusion. The air and lovely surroundings were alive — not with a peaceful, eternal breathing, but completely tangible, lively, and almost wild. Every single bush, tree, and flower produced noise, bordering on a cacophony. Small figures sailed smoothly to and fro and round and round. They wound their way between the plants and onto the plants and inside them. The summer meadow was alive in more ways, than one. Elementals and people crowded together here. I could see people — adults and children — and I could hear rousing music. Everyone was dancing.
“Are they having a dance right in the middle of the morning?” I asked, slightly shocked at such enthusiasm so early in the day.
“Of course!” replied my guide, looking at me, as if I was weird. “When someone wants to dance at work, we organize a hop and sing.”
“Does anything get done, then?” I ventured to ask.
“More, than if we didn’t dance,” was the retort.
I sighed. This was another country, and I needed to be open to new ideas. All countries have their own customs, and this was as true on the inside of the Planet, as on the outside. There were huge differences. We stood awhile, watching the dancing.
It was like folk-dancing really, although I’ve only seen Canadian and Swedish folk-dancing, so I don’t claim to be an expert. The musicians danced, as they played, and their fiddles and other instruments, that I didn’t recognize, sounded like folk-music from Dalarna, Sweden, where my grandmother lives. I hadn’t visited my grandmother for a few years, but I remembered how wonderful Swedish midsummer was. This was similar, but without any drunkenness or fighting. I looked inquiringly at Mannul, and, chuckling, he took my hand and swung us out among the dancers. Soon I was holding a soft female hand and watching a smiling young girl swing me around. But the dance didn’t last forever, regardless of my desires. My “underground” guide pulled me away.
“We have to get on!” he exclaimed, laughing at my disappointed expression. A completely lovely landscape passed before my delighted eyes, and we arrived at a village. There were fewer houses, but built in the same style: beehive-style, as I called it, although rounder, than beehives and without tops. I wondered if they had rain, storms, or snow here.
“No,” Mannul read my mind (that too!). “We have a perfect climate here. We have what you would call early summer all year round, and pretty much full bloom.”
“How come you have a perfect climate when we have rain, snow, and storms on Earth?” I wondered in surprise.
“Doesn’t our weather seep through somewhere?” Mannul guffawed (hearty burst of laughter). I couldn’t understand what he was laughing at. There was a bench nearby, and he gestured for me to sit down.
This is how he explained the amazing climate underground:
“Everything has to do with belief,” he said. “We feel completely safe here. There is no fear, worry, evil, envy, or jealousy. We have learned to live in complete safety and believe in an eternal Force, which is always here to help and protect us. Negativity disrupts the lower atmosphere and the stratosphere. Weather patterns reflect patterns of Thought.
“Destruction on the Earth’s surface means, that meteorological forces are equally destructive. They are affected by the ambiance (an atmosphere or a character of a place) on Earth, which is far from harmonious. There is religious conflict. Envy and suspicion, fueled by money and drugs, destroy rather, than build up. If we weigh the good and bad on Earth, my dear Tim, good loses every time.”
“Good grief!” I exclaimed incredulously. “You don’t mean, that the weather depends on how people think? Surely the weather is regulated by other forces entirely.” (I couldn’t think of anything other, than the National Weather Service, but felt, that wasn’t quite what I meant in this context.)
“Here you could say, that we’re in the lap of the Earth,” said Mannul, smiling. “This in itself represents security, because your adverse conditions can’t penetrate the thick crust between us. We honor, thank, and caress Mother Earth literally every day, and in return she provides protection and love. You surface-dwellers would feel better, if you focused on your counterparts in Agartha (the name of this Interior World) and took strength from here when you are depressed or troubled. If only you would ask us for strength.”
“We don’t know about you,” I replied bitterly. “How can we ask someone for help if we don’t know they exist?”
“Then it’s time for us to approach people on Earth,” was the reply. “But we don’t want to encourage those, who sow the seeds of dissent and discord. That is why we have shut ourselves off for so long. And, by the way, what about that God you worship? He’s worshiped with great pomp the whole World over. You pray to him, fight wars on his behalf, argue about him, and lay all the blame at his feet. What kind of a religion is that? You might think it’s logical, but we don’t. This is why it would be difficult to allow Earth people here, unless they are specially chosen, or are people, who arrived as you did.”
“I want to return to the surface and tell everyone about you,” I said. Mannul just nodded, and helped me up from the bench. I couldn’t see many people in this village. There were children playing in much the same way, that children on the surface play. There were sandpits and swings, and adults to look after them. There were pools where children were swimming. The pools were wonderful, with slides, which children love. Leafy vegetation surrounded small, sandy slopes, where children could slide into the water. There were exciting, winding, stone steps to scamper up and down, and more besides. The children seemed to live in a fairytale land.
“There are quite a few children here …” I began. I wondered how they got here, but I didn’t dare ask. Mannul burst out laughing, which I was getting used to.
“Listen to me, young man!” he snorted (exhaled noisily through the nostrills) wildly before continuing.
“Do you need sex lessons? It’s exactly the same here, as on the surface. But we call it Love here, which is rare up there. Sex is depraved (morally corrupt, perverted) there. Here it’s something positive, that we respect. We don’t have marriage here, but a ‘union’ of body and soul. And a union is always a good excuse for a party.”
“Infidelity, mistakes, indiscretions (rudeness), divorces …?” I continued.
Laughter bubbled from Mannul as he answered, “You’ve got it wrong again, son. Those words don’t exist in our vocabulary. Up there you live like you are just bodies. We are Souls with a much Higher Level of Consciousness. But we have as much fun, as you do — the difference is, that we stay together all our lives.”
“For hundreds of years,” I chuckled. “You’d really have time to get tired of each other. You need to try different things … even with sex, right?”
“I don’t see why.” Mannul really didn’t seem to understand. “That’s not how Love works here, anyway. Come on, let’s carry on. We’re going to a kind of symposium, that they’re having beneath Mount Shasta in Telos. They’re discussing surface-dwellers, so I want you to come with me.”
I was filled with curiosity. Maybe I could reach the Earth’s surface from there. Yet, Mount Shasta was in California, and I wanted to get home to Seattle. There would be flights, but I had no money. I said as much.
“Don’t worry, son. We’ll sort it out. If you want to go home and the others agree, we’ll find money for the journey. Let’s do one thing at a time.”
I thought about the incredibly cute girl I had danced with, and considered staying. Mannul read my thoughts easily, but just squinted at me and grinned. “Her name is Sisilla,” he said.

3. An Important Mission for Tim

The rest of the journey was by hovercraft, as it is called, and was double-quick. I didn’t have much time to see my surroundings, just glimpses of mountains, forests, and lakes, which flew past — or which we flew past. It was more fun, than flying in a plane. We landed with a splash in the canal. Not with a hefty thud, but gently, like a dancer in Swan Lake. Here, finally, was a house. which looked like a house. It was low and elongated, built in the round, but I couldn’t see a roof here either. It was a shimmering pink — unusual for a house. Around it were masses of beautifully arranged flowers, in all colors imaginable.
“This is what you would call the Town Hall. We call it the Meeting House. Sometimes we have planning-meetings and organize help. This is where you can ask for help getting home.”
We went inside. I was overwhelmed by the beauty I encountered inside the building. The walls were painted with lovely natural images, and between the flagstones on the floor grew low, green plants with white and yellow flowers. There were tall, gracious, fair human forms moving around everywhere. We ascended a spiral staircase in the center of the room. The building didn’t have a roof, and the top floor consisted of a sort of suspended platform. It didn’t move, which would have made me seasick. Mannul smiled, took my arm, and led me to a large, airy, apparently floating room. There were nine people there, men and women. They were sitting in a ring of comfortable chairs, each with a small green table before them. There were flowers everywhere. The walls were of woven branches, some with exquisite blossoms. When they saw us, someone brought two chairs and asked us to sit. That was just as well, as by now my legs were like jelly. I noticed a venerable (worthy of respect) person sitting in the center, his blue eyes focused on me. His hair and beard were long and white, yet his face was unwrinkled, and he looked youthful and happy. He raised his hand in greeting, and I did likewise.
“Welcome, young man from the Earth’s surface,” he said in a clear voice, in English. “I’m Arniel, leader of the symposium. We hope you are happy and will stay with us.”
“I’m amazed and delighted at everything, that I’ve seen,” I replied. “However, I miss my mother and my sister, and I would like to go home and visit them first. Afterwards, I would like to return here for good.”
“Your wish will be granted,” said Arniel. “There is one condition. We want the surface people to know, that we are here. You are welcome to return, but first you must spread the message of our existence.”
“They’ll never believe me,” I mumbled, but Arniel held up his hand.
“Don’t give up, whatever they think. If you get into difficulties, we will come to your rescue. It is time to tell the surface people, that we are here and they are not alone. We have no wish to partake in their pollution and other misery. Please emphasize that. If they carry on, they will cause their own annihilation, total extinction. This won’t affect the Planet itself, just the people. It will be serious, and it will happen soon.”
“Can’t we be saved?” I wondered, terrified.
“We hope so. We’re working on helping the Earth, as otherwise we may be affected too. You must be our messenger, Timothy.”
“I’ll do my best,” I stammered.
The imposing (grand, impressive) Elder held out a small whistle to me. “If you’re in trouble, blow this. You won’t hear anything, but the signal will reach us at the speed of thought. Don’t lose it.”
I bowed and thanked them over and again, until Arniel, laughing, stopped me with his hand. “Don’t worry about money, my son. Mannul will give you plenty. You may need to stay a good while. He will take you as far, as the Portal on Mount Shasta.”
Mannul pulled my sleeve, and I bowed slightly more quickly this time. I didn’t have time to see, who the others were at the green tables, but I’m sure I didn’t know them. I felt completely dazed.
“You’ll need some suitable clothes,” said Mannul, looking at my thin, white shirt and tight, blue trousers. He hustled me out of the building, down a narrow alley, straight to a tailor’s. It couldn’t have been anything else; there were clothes hanging everywhere. A man emerged from the interior and greeted Mannul warmly.
“Bring the boy some nice clothes,” said my guide. “Give him a bag filled with all he’ll need for an Earth visit. And one of those wallets, that they use above ground. I’ll put money in it for him.”
“Am I going to California right away?” I asked.
“Yes. There are regular flights to Seattle from there.”
“What if I want to get back?”
“We’ll cross that bridge, when we come to it. Let’s do one thing at a time. The tailor will outfit you first. I’ll wait for you here.”
I returned to my guide wearing jeans, a pale blue pullover, and a navy jacket, and felt slightly awkward seeing Mannul’s ankle-length gown. At the same time, I felt great, and incredibly pleased to be going home to my nearest and dearest. Mannul handed me a bulging wallet. It included my passport. I have no idea how he had gotten hold of it.
“It’s a new passport, that we made in surface-style. Don’t you think we know what you need in order to avoid the long arm of the law?”
Well, obviously, only I hadn’t gotten that far. I stomped after Mannul, my backpack a secure weight on my back. We wound our way through the picturesque town of Telos and reached a tunnel. There were some small vehicles there, and Mannul and I got into one of them. He pressed a couple of buttons, and it started immediately.
“Don’t give up, however unkind that people are,” he warned. “And if, against all odds, you meet an Earth girl, tell her about us. She’s only worth bringing here, if she believes you.”
“I might want to stay at home,” I replied. “My mother may need help. She’ll be living on a widow’s pension, which won’t go far.”
“I’ll ask the stars for guidance,” said Mannul, giving me a shrewd look. “You have to come back, to turn in a report to Arniel, if nothing else. If you want to return to the surface afterwards, we’ll discuss it then. I don’t think, that’s what the stars have in store for you.”
“What stars?” I asked, looking around the tunnel. There was only a weak, flickering light from one or two lanterns. But Mannul just laughed, and the tunnel grew much lighter.
The truck stopped in front of a long staircase. I gave my kind companion a hug and started up the stairs, my steps quickening, as I climbed. Finally, I stood on a platform, and an iron door opened, onto what I knew at that time, as Life. I walked slowly out into the rain and wind on the great mountainside. Mount Shasta witnessed yet another small human leave its dark embrace and grope his way to what is known as Reality.

4. Sad Tidings in Seattle

I don’t remember coming down Mount Shasta, but at the foot of the mountain was a small town, complete with motels and shops. I traveled from there by bus and taxi to the nearest passenger airport and was soon settled in a comfortable seat on a flight to Seattle. I was thinking about my mother and sister, and there was a furtive tear on my cheek, when the stewardess arrived with the beverage cart. I remembered my mother as a fairly tall, beautiful woman having curly, blond hair with a few gray strands framing a smooth, rosy face with eyes like violets. My dear mother wasn’t just attractive, but sensible, warm, and loving! And red-headed, mischievous Littl’un, a younger sister to be proud of, but who still needed the protection of an elder brother. She was always much too willing to get into mad scrapes with her friends. When I left home, she was seventeen, and worryingly popular with the boys. My family was everything to me, and I missed them intensely. The closer I got to home, the more worried I became. I was arriving, of course, with a well-filled wallet, which I would have to explain. I was smartly dressed and much wiser, than when I had set out. But you don’t earn money on the high seas. Well, I would just have to come up with some yarn, before I dared tell the truth. Then I remembered, that actually, it was the truth I was here to tell, and, sighing, I finished up the generous amount of food served on the plane. To my relief, it wasn’t beef, but finely-sliced chicken with plenty of vegetables. After a vegetarian diet, your stomach reacts to what we call normal food, especially meat. I knew Seattle airport well. Seattle is on the coast, and our house is near the large harbor where the cargo boats are moored. Our house, like many in the area, had its own jetty. As I alighted from the airport taxi, I was whistling the happiest tune I knew. What a great feeling! I was back at my beloved childhood home. I rang the bell. I kissed the door handle and rang again. I rang the special code, which my sister and I used. Nobody answered. Mother and Littl’un were both out, and I didn’t have a key. Then I heard a woman’s voice, that I recognized. It was the kind lady next door, known as Big Tillie. I turned around and there she was.
“Is that really Timothy Brooke? Weren’t you drowned? Are you a ghost?”
“I’m alive and kicking. I didn’t drown, but all the others did. I haven’t had a chance to get in touch with my family. Do you know where they are?”
I thought Tillie was going to faint, and I put my long arm around her shoulders to support her. She burst into tears.
“You’ve been away three years,” she sniffed. “Your mother and sister are both dead. Your sister secretly got married just before the terrible news came. She died, giving birth six months after her marriage. Your mother sickened after hearing about the shipwreck and died a few months later. I think she died of sorrow, after losing her entire family. The house has been up for sale for a long time, but it has not sold, so I guess it’s yours. Your brother-in-law, Bertie, moved to Vancouver. I think he remarried.
“I’ve got the address of your mother’s lawyer. You must find out, if your mother left a will. Come in and I’ll make some tea to fortify you. You can stay here, until you get yourself sorted out.”
I went with kind, old Tillie. A cold hand gripped my heart. I had no family left. There was only me. I was the loneliest person in the World. I sank down on Tillie’s sofa and cried. This time they weren’t tears of happiness. I felt sorry for myself, though
I knew it wouldn’t help, and I was overwhelmed with grief. I still had a difficult mission to carry out, in spite of all this bad news. Tillie was a great help. She called the lawyer right away, and I took a taxi to pick up the house keys. He had not been able to sell the house without proving there was no-one to inherit. The lawyer had been in no hurry to investigate. He seemed relieved, that I had turned up and that Tillie could vouch for me. So I had a roof over my head. It felt weird entering the empty house. My old bedroom was dusty and untidy, just as I’d left it. Littl’un’s room had changed. There were baby things in it, including a cradle — probably our old cradle. On a table an unfinished baby cardigan was thrown, likely the work of my mother."


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