I. Agartha – Inside the Hollow Earth;
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 Bhagavad Gita tells the story of Krishna. The Ramayana describes Rama as an “emissary from Agartha”, who arrived on an air vehicle. This is quite extraordinary in that both the Buddhist and Hindu religions separately refer to Agartha.
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.
They went on to say that ever since the United States had dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, they had been very concerned for their own safety and survival. They had decided that it was time to make greater contact with the outside world to make sure we didn’t destroy this planet and their civilization with it. They had been allowed in for this express purpose, as a way of making contact with someone they trusted.
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.
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:
“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.
“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.”
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.]
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
“Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master…”
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.
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.”
“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?”
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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:
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.
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.
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).
For this reason, neither Cook nor Peary nor any other explorer ever reached the North or South Poles, and never will.
Traveler to the Inner Earth
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.
hese tunnels, that transverse the world, are built by a species of beings who have existed here before we, a very long time.
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.
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 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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 Agartha. This land is the last living remnant of Earth’s second Galactic Federation colony, Lemuria.
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.
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.
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.
Lemuria, and later on Agartha, have continuously held the Light for your transformation back into fully conscious Beings of Light.
This exotic menagerie is carefully supervised. Close to the various cities of inner Earth are special areas where Agarthans care for and, when necessary, heal the many creatures of this varied ecology. Agarthans reside in a network of crystal cities spread throughout inner Earth
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The freedom conferred by this Light technology has released wonderfully creative talents that are put to full use by their society. Happily, the Agarthans are now using these skills to reunite Agartha with their surface brethren.
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.
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.
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.
|Allegedly a genuine NASA picture, taken by ESSA-7 in 1968
(I seriously doubt the opening can be this big)
“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.”
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.
“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.”
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.
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.
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!
For twenty-seven years thereafter I followed the sea as a fisherman, five years working for others, and the last twenty-two for 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.”
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 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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.”]
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.”
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
The immense room in which we were received seemed finished in solid slabs of gold thickly studded with jewels, of amazing brilliancy.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
“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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.”
The wind was strong, and we seemed to have struck a current that was running with remarkable swiftness in the same direction.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
“My Son, I think we are to see home. We are almost through the ice. See! The open water lies before us.”
“And think of the gold nuggets stowed away in the hold!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
One part of my brain was certainly becoming maniacal, while the other part, I believe, and do to this day, was perfectly rational.
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.
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 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.
“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.
I have also told how, later, the treachery of a relative landed me in a madhouse, where I remained for twenty-eight years – seemingly unending years – and, still later, after my release, how I returned to the life of a fisherman, following it sedulously for twenty-seven years, then how I came to America, and finally to Los Angeles, California.
But all this can be of little interest to the reader. Indeed, it seems to me the climax of my wonderful travels and strange adventures was reached when the Scotch sailing-vessel took me from an iceberg on the Antarctic Ocean. [thenewearth.org]
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. . .
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.
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.
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 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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We merge ourselves completely with the water’s consciousness, and our swim is a trip in consciousness itself.
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.
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….
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.
It is found in the Earth herself, just waiting to give you its Life-force if you will but follow Nature’s laws of planting and harvesting crops, using only Nature herself to direct the process and oversee the growth.
With the great forces of Nature working with you, you don’t need to add anything to the soil, and the harvests are always magnificent in size and nutrients and taste.
The 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.
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….
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
For the past 30 years, the Currey’s have taken over 1/4 million satisfied guests on their expeditions including US Senators, Congressmen, Heads of State, business leaders, celebrities and explorers.
From the geographic North Pole, we will direct our course south through the ice at 12 knots towards the New Siberian Islands on Meridian 141 East Longitude.
This legendary land seen by many arctic explorers today exists on NO map.
|North Pole Opening (The entrance’s size is accurate in my opinion)|
If we are successful in finding the polar opening, then within 1,700 miles from any farthest north Arctic land bordering the Arctic Ocean we should reach the inner continent just as Admiral Richard E. Byrd did on his 1947 flight beyond the pole, as described in Amadeo Giannini’s 1959 book, Worlds Beyond the Poles.
At that time, Giannini wrote:
“This United States Navy’s polar exploratory force was preparing to embark upon one of the most memorable adventures in world history. Under the command of Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd, U.S.N., it was to penetrate into land extending beyond the North Pole supposed end of the Earth…
“As the hour approached for the air journey into the land beyond, Admiral Byrd transmitted from the Arctic base a radio announcement of his purpose, but the announcement was so astonishing that its import was lost to millions who avidly read it in the press headlines throughout the world…
“The words of the message were momentous: ‘I’d like to see that LAND BEYOND the Pole.”… “That area BEYOND the Pole is THE CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN!”
“As progress was made beyond the Pole point, there was observed directly under the plane’s course iceless land and lakes, and mountains where foliage was abundant. Moreover, a brief newspaper account of the flight held that a member of the admiral’s crew had observed a monstrous greenish-hued animal moving through the underbrush of that land beyond the Pole.”
The coastline of the inner continent could then be followed looking for the River Hiddekel and sail up the river to the City of Jehu to meet the inner earth inhabitants, just as Olaf Jansen and his father did in 1829.
Perhaps in this City of Eden we can visit the palace of the King of the Inner World, as did Olaf Jansen and his father.
The estimated round trip to and from the hollow earth North Countries of Inner Earth via the North Polar Opening is about 20 days.
Internet updates may also be made to this website so we can share with our friends back home the progress we’re making, at least as long as we can make connection with the communications satellites.
Trip date: June 26, 2007 – July 19, 2007
“Our hearts and prayers go out to the Currey family on the passing of Steve Currey. He lived life as we all should and will be deeply missed. We miss you Steve…
Nazi Maps and Documents to Agartha Confirm the Hollow Earth Accounts: These official Nazi maps and documents confirm the existence of Agartha — an entire world inside our planet.
Accounts gathered by Alexander Light, HumansAreFree.com