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The Inner Earth & Realm of Aghartha
Aghartha 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 
"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 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.

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 
Aghartha.

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 Aghartha. After resting, he and his crew were taken to meet 
the Ruler of Aghartha. They told him that he had been allowed to enter Aghartha 
because of his high moral and ethical character. They went on to say that ever 
since the United States had dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagosaki, 
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 
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 movie.

Admiral Byrd also states Inner Earth has an inner Sun. Admiral Byrd's theory is 
that the poles of the Earth are convex, rather than concave. 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 
discovers. 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. Another 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 going with one giant to that giant's home and I 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.

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. 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 coverin up the fact as they are with UFO's and extraterrestrials.

Dr Joshua David Stone ? 
[http://www.iamuniversity.ch/Agartha-In-The-Hollow-Earth]

Admiral Richard B. Byrd's Diary (February - March 1947)
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 deam....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 her 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 Mankind. 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

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.

Polar entrance to Inner Earth

Satellite photo 1968     Interior Sun image
                              Satellite picture of 1968


Traveler to the Inner Earth

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.

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. 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 to mysteriously return 
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 infection 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 a 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; 
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. God 
bless you and be with you,

Colonel Bill Faye Woodard

The Realm of Aghartha 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! Your geological 
science has long claimed that Mother Earth is a solid spheroid, composed solely 
of a dense middle section called the "mantle" and a highly electromagnetic 
central core. You live on the Earth's exterior "crust" that surrounds the 
mantle. 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. Truth is a powerful "open sesame." 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 the mantle 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. 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 mantle, 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 Aghartha. 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 Aghartha. 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 divine energy that is Lemuria's main legacy to the surface 
peoples of Mother Earth. Lemuria, and later on Aghartha, have continuously held 
the Light for your transformation back into fully conscious Beings of Light.

      Aghartha 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 Agharthans care for and, when necessary, 
heal the many creatures of this varied ecology. Agharthans 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 Aghartha 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 Aghartha 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 Aghartha. 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 Angels goes according to the divine 
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, Agharthans' 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 Agharthans are now using these skills 
to reunite Aghartha with their surface brethren.



THE SMOKY GOD or A Voyage to the Inner World
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, 
withal, 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 some day. 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 it 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.

OLAF JANSEN'S 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 twenty-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 any one 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 Mankind.

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.

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 
salt 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 salt 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, notwithstanding 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 Nnorth, 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 to 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 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, the seat of the Gods, is 
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, excepting 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 the throne of their Jehovah, 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. It was noiseless, and ran on a 
single iron rail in perfect balance. The trip was made at a very high rate of 
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 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, and we will bid you Jehovah-speed."

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. 
Had the Bible said 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.

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. (See 
the Link to these books at the end of this document).

Here are a few excerpts from the above books:

?Messages from the Hollow Earth? by Dianne Robbins

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. 
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. 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, 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 huge in comparison to yours, with waves larger in size 
and stronger in force. The oceans flow swiftly around our inner globe, and 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 our 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.

Our 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. It calls out to you 
for help. It calls out to you to stop polluting it, to stop bombarding it with 
ELF sound waves, to stop the whaling ships and underwater experiments, and oil 
spills, and submarines, and cruise ships from destroying and poisoning its life 
force. But alas, it rests on deaf ears.

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.

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, and 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.

Adama of Telos talks of his experience of visiting the Oceans and Mountains 
within the Inner Earth cavity

The Earth's Interior is the mirror image of the surface foundation. 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 than life, 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, and reflects the Light from 
the Heavens.

The cities are all nestled in lush woodlands, overflowing with flowers and huge 
trees. There is green growth surrounding all man-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 than life - even the great Beings who inhabit the interior 
are larger than the Mortals 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, and 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

Mikos: 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. 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.

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 as 
world karma is playing itself out. 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.

?Messages from the Hollow Earth? ? Channeled, published and distributed by: 
Dianne Robbins - Box 825, Weed, CA 96094 USA - to contact Dianne directly 
phone: 585-802-4530 - e-mail: TelosMtShasta@xxxxxxxxx

?TELOS - A Subterranean City beneath Mt. Shasta? - Dianne Robbins.

Greetings from Telos! I AM ADAMA, Ascended Master and High Priest of 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 from below and ONE Light 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. We thank you. In the name of the One Creator of All, I AM ADAMA

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, and how blessed we all are to have remained 
inside the Earth. 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 
and 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 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.

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.

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.

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 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 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. I am 
Adama.

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 and 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 Creator. 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.

So bless the trees, bless the plants, and bless the Earth - for it is the 
fruits and vegetables of our harvests that we consume and that becomes the 
material for building and maintaining our bodies. 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 Aghartha 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.

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. 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 and abundance and 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. 


from
Vanessa The Google Girl.
my skype name is rainbowstar123

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