by WILLIS GEORGE EMERSON -
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
The memory of my long confinement with maniacs, and all the
horrible anguish and sufferings are too vivid to warrant my taking further
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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."
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
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
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
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.
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
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
[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
We forthwith filled our two remaining water-casks, and my
Father declared it was a Heavenly dispensation of mercy from the Gods Odin and
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
In response to my surprise, my Father said, "I have heard of
this before; it is what they call the dipping of the needle."
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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, the Call Goes Out from the Hollow Earth and Underground Cities”
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
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 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
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 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 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
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
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
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
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 10945, Rochester, NY 14610-0945
USA - to contact Dianne directly phone: 585-802-4530 - e-mail:
“TELOS, the Call Goes Out from the Hollow Earth and Underground Cities”
- 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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