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|Mariana Stjerna is a highly respected Swedish channel and author. Psychic since childhood, she has written spiritual books for adults and children, including Agartha – The Earth’s Inner World, On Angels’ Wings and The Bible Bluff.|
Mariana’s well-received book, Agartha – The Earth’s Inner World had just been
released (2010) when she had a visitation from her cosmic friend and source
of inspiration, Jan Fridegård, who told her he, too, had been to Agartha. He
gave an account of his experiences there in the company of his dear friend and
companion Lydia, whom we’ve met in a couple of previous books. They had
also been on exciting adventures out in Space to the Pleiades, Sirius B, and
Andromeda. Did Mariana wish to be his writing medium again? Of course!
In Agartha, they visit Porthologos, which houses a most extraordinary, gigantic library (with no books) that is several miles in length, wherein all human knowledge is contained. All one has to do is choose what one wishes to learn about, and in an instant, seemingly live holographic images appear, presenting the subject in question in a lifelike manner.
In Agartha they meet the enigmatic Pilgrim, who imparts much of his immense wisdom to them and acts as their guide on several of their journeys. Among many other wonderfully fascinating places, they visit an intriguing research center, the Fortress, where notable inventions and discoveries evolve, and to which many eminent researchers from the surface world have been transferred, such as Darwin and Tesla.
On the Pleiades (the Seven Sisters, comprised of many advanced Galactic Societies) no large cities exist, only very small communities in which virtually everyone knows one another and enjoys being in each other’s company. Interesting accounts are given regarding the Pleiadean Parliament, their school system, and general way of living. Janne and Lydia also learn about its wildlife and sea people. Truly – this isn’t a misprint – mermaids really do exist …. On Sirius B they make the acquaintance of a dolphin community, besides the amphibians – who have fish-suits. They further are privileged to experience a wondrously stupendous Evensong in the Ivory Cave.
The journey ends in Andromeda, where all individuals are part of a higher consciousness, and life seems easy to live. They are shown healing houses, and even manage to visit a reptilian planet.
An energising read!! What a fabulous book, covering life in Agartha (Hollow Earth), Pleiades, Sirius and Andromeda ... and a reptilian planet!! Having read the authors other book "Agartha" I wanted, more ... and this one did not disappoint. It has certainly given me new insights and I'm looking forward to being 5th dimensional so I can have some of these direct experiences for myself.
Thank you very much.
You're books are outstanding and thought provoking.
|Excerpt from the book:|
1. The Mission
2. Welcome to Agartha!
3. By Hovercraft to Porthologos
4. The Temple – An Enormously Great Jewel
5. An Interesting Acquaintanceship
6. From the Old Fortress to Shamballa
7. The Distinguished Society Governing Agartha
8. The Prophecies of the Hopi Indians
9. The Dragon-Riders
10. Crystal Cities and Clan System
11. Next: Pleiades
12. A Pleiadean Parliament
13. School System and Way of Living
14. Animal Life and Sea People
15. Sirius B at Last
16. A Conversation with a Wise Man
17. Heading to the Dolphins
18. Mariana’s Nocturnal Amphibian Visitation
19. The Dolphin Community
20. Visiting the Amphibians
21. The Stairway Restaurant
22. Evensong in the Ivory Cave
23. Pleiadean Journey to the Sister of Earth
24. Night at the Pleiades
25. Next Stop: Andromeda
26. Andromedan Experiences
27. Healing Houses
28. The Abode of Wisdom
29. Visiting the Reptilians
30. Dangerous Swamplands
31. Amelioration or Decline
Appendix: Concerning Zero Point Energy
It hadn’t been my intention to write any further books about Jan and Lydia. When the Swedish version of the book Agartha – The Earth’s Inner World (SoulLink Publisher, Sweden, 2013) had been released, I had enlightened my readers about the Earth’s inner hollows and the bounteous wealth of this Realm, called Agartha. In my professional capacity as an authoress I naturally cannot present absolute proof of the existence of this place, even if there are some contemporary people walking the Earth who claim actually to have been there.
Furthermore, it would entail a great risk to Agartha’s continued equilibrium if the Earth’s populace as a whole suddenly became aware of its existence since, regrettably, we humans usually consider all that is alien to us to be a potential threat. This unhealthy attitude has to be changed in a quiet and amicable manner, without undue quarrel and dogmatic denial.
Mission Space came about specifically to elucidate the fact that advanced, cultivated civilizations do exist out in Space, who would like to make contact with Earth in order to teach us how we can improve our lives through love, co-operation, light, and harmony. The latter are the essential elements, so sadly lacking on our dear planet, which we desperately need to learn to develop.
I believed this book was to be a sort of farewell parting from Jan Fridegård, but I was wrong in my assumption, for I have been inspired to write yet another manuscript: “Visiting Unknown Worlds – An Exploration of My Inner Space.” This is about my experiences regarding my own inner space and even includes a little autobiographical material. However, Jan and Lydia have now declined accepting any further commissions, laying claim to other matters taking precedence. It is therefore with some regret that my Janne-inspired books finally come to an end. Furthermore, this authoress confesses to having reached a venerable age no longer permitting the pen to flow along paper quite as fleetingly as in former days.
I wish finally to profusely thank all my readers for having so devoutly perused my books. Perhaps our paths may cross again in another dimension … no, sorry, on another frequency, of course. Until then, dear reader, please promise that you will endeavor not to be afraid. Fear destroys all the goodness within us and all the best we’ve managed to build up throughout the years. Fear eradicates our opportunities to finding true bliss, faith, and love – above all, Love. There really is nothing to be afraid of – unless you happen to bump into a hungry lion in the woods at night … so avoid that!
With an amiable chuckle and a mischievous glint in the eye, I say, “Farewell!” … But, you never know, that might perhaps just mean “Till we meet again!”
– Mariana Stjerna
1. The Mission
Jan Fridegård called out to Mariana:
Jan: “Hello, hello; are you there?”
Mariana: “Yes, yes! Where have you been? I have written a book about Agartha – this time without you at my side! I have missed you so!”
Jan: “I’m glad to hear it! For now I am here. I, too, have been in Agartha; I had a great experience while I was there, so, too, on Sirius – I can tell you! I had been sent on a mission to both Sirius and the Pleiades – also, last but not least, Andromeda. So what do you think about that?”
Mariana: “Please tell, Janne; do tell all! Shall we write a new book; your fifth one?”
Jan: “Exactly, my dearest old medium. Once again, it is time … I really do have so very much to tell.”
Mariana: “Will we manage in time? Before the world collapses, I mean?”
Jan: “We can but try. You know how the pace quickens, when I have much on my heart to tell! The world will continue its existence a while longer, but for the moment it is the readers who are of prime importance. They also will live on – and when danger threatens I shan’t fail to shriek out and say it’s time to flee. So just listen to your old friend who speaks through your ears.”
Mariana: “But I am in the process of writing a children’s book about Agartha.”
Jan: “Well, can’t that wait awhile? I don’t know how long I will be permitted to remain on this wavelength, so I really wish to start RIGHT NOW. In fact, my dear Mariana, we have already begun!”
As usual, I, Jan, had been called in to my very dear friend, Melchizedek. Exactly when, regarding our Earthly concept of time, I cannot say – since such time does not exist and cannot be measured in other Worlds. Suffice to say that I was out relaxing in my own pleasant garden, leisurely taking a well-deserved nap in my armchair. I was enjoying the heavenly spherical music, vibrating in the still, balmy air of the tranquil surroundings I had myself created and called “home.” But when duty calls, there is a sudden awakening, likened to the crashing of thunderous drums and trumpet blasts. The otherwise so unobtrusive, gentle, and kindly spirit, Lydia, arriving together with a few child-angels who were bashing away at various instruments, presumably purposefully to annoy me, caused this rude interruption.
Lydia, who seems to become more and more beautiful every time I see her, took hold of both my hands and dragged me up on my feet, saying, “Jan, we are to embark on a new adventure together. Melchizedek informs us that we must hurry to him – as you well know, it’s urgent in the spirit world!”
A cascade of laughter followed the latter while she beckoned the child-angels to leave. Within a second, the great Master Melchizedek stood before us. He embraced us warmly and indicated that we should sit down opposite him.
“Welcome, my dear adventurers!” he kindly announced. “I have an assignment best suited for you two to carry out. It is a mission to an extraordinary place that will not be found on the human maps of the Earth. I’m thinking of sending the pair of you to Agartha, Earth’s Inner World, which most certainly exists on both physical and non-physical levels. I need your help at both levels, consequently necessitating that you must be able to swiftly materialize and dematerialize your bodies between the physical and non-physical states. It may further involve a trip to both Sirius B and the Pleiades. Fear or resistance is not permitted, which goes without saying as far as the two of you are concerned. The venture commences immediately, after you have been informed about the nature and purpose of the mission.”
Why would we protest? This mission seemed to be tailor-made for us. We were both most proud to be chosen to participate in something like this. So it was with joy and excitement that we received the nature and purpose of our mission. And now, my dear readers, you are to join me on breath-taking travels – both inside Earth and galactic. Welcome!
2. Welcome to Agartha!
“Naturally, I’ve been aware of Agartha’s existence, but never dwelt on the thought,” I explained to Lydia, once we had been given all the information and instructions we required. We took hold of one another’s hands and stood in the midst of my beautiful garden, in which the birdsong was almost deafening. We had made up our minds that we would start off with Agartha – so to Agartha we went.
It’s always a question of moments – quite literally – whenever we transport ourselves, no matter how far the distance. We simply shut our eyes – and quickly open them again! That’s about it! But readers will surely think this is magic, so I regret I am unable to give a detailed account of such instantaneous flight. Lydia stood before me in her pale blue, full-length, flimsy frock, wearing a hairband of blue and silver, bearing exquisite, dazzlingly cut jewelry, just like the moment before. Seemingly I, too, looked the same in my short white tunic with gold belt and tight-fitting, white trousers – this was plain to read in her smiling eyes. However, our surroundings were entirely new.
We were standing on a mound, or small hill. Immediately beneath us was a little village, embedded amongst a mass of trees. The houses were round and singularly constructed, glistening with precious gems, just like the narrow pathways that weaved their way in between them. A little farther afield, we spied the sun-spangled water and felt the delightful heat of the sun penetrating our bodies.
Apparently we had physical bodies, and evidently this was a part of Agartha.
“Surely this cannot be the capital city of Agartha?” pondered the historian, Lydia. “This must be a village on the outskirts of Telos, the town situated closest to the surface of the Earth. It is here that humans from the upper surface come, if they happen to land underneath. There are many descending paths here, so we have learned. I believe this to be close to the great entrance on Mount Shasta, for it is very like our type of nature. Just look at the trees and glistening lake over there.”
“Well, perhaps not the houses, but possibly the wonderful nature, apart from the gems,” I conceded. “We do not use precious stones quite so liberally.”
“Here they are in great abundance,” my most knowledgeable companion informed us, smiling. “The mountains are oozing with them. Shall we move along, lazybones? We’re not here purely to stand around and stare. Look, here’s a stairway, so it looks like others often walk here.”
The stairway even had a banister. The steps appeared to be carved right into the rock, and dense shrubbery grew on both sides, all the way down. Some of the bushes were in bloom and others bore berries. We tiptoed down, drinking in the soothing summer fragrance of the shrubs and basking in the tranquil beauty that enveloped us.
Finally reaching the bottom of the steps, we appeared to be standing on something rather like a fairly large, marble courtyard, which led out directly towards the village. There was only one exit, so it was just a case of following the path it took. We didn’t see any people, but the houses seemed taller than when seen from above; the odd thing about them was not only the round shape, but they also had no roofs.
Lydia stretched out her arms and danced around; humming a happy tune, she pulled me into the dance. The smooth marble of the courtyard, or terrace, was particularly conducive to dancing – but we were interrupted by a clear voice, saying, “What do you think you’re doing? This is no time for dancing, and we certainly shouldn’t be dancing here. Who are you? Have you come down from the top of the hill?”
We abruptly halted. The shrill voice belonged to a young girl, almost a child, possibly about twelve years of age. She was tall and slim, with wavy hair that was almost white and blew around in the gentle, summer breeze. Her face was beautiful, and when she smiled she exposed a perfect row of pearl-white teeth. She wore a flouncy, pink skirt with a matching-colored, shimmering blouse. She spoke in a tongue we understood, as was usual when we were on our travels.
“We are sorry if we are trespassing here,” I apologized, bowing courteously. “We have come from a foreign land on another planet and just wished to look around.”
“We have heard much about your fair country and were rather curious to see it; we’ve only just arrived,” Lydia hastily added. “We love to dance. Whenever I see something beautiful, it makes me want to sing and dance.”
“It sounds as though you are one of us,” the girl said, laughing. “My name is Nelsea. I live there!” She pointed to the house closest to them. “Come with me and meet my father and mother; you perhaps are hungry if you have been travelling long.”
The moment she uttered the word “hungry,” I felt an instant hunger and thirst. This indicated that we now had human bodies and that these were humans we were meeting. Melchizedek indeed knew whither he had sent us. Lydia winked at me; she obviously was aware of the situation, too. We followed along to the house behind the girl, who had a peculiarly compelling, floating gait.
“Goodness, how compactly you tread on the gravel!” exclaimed Nelsea, as she glanced back at us. “You are not allowed to do so here; one can easily tell you are strangers here. What a stroke of luck that it was such a short walk!”
As we arrived at the building, the front door stood open. It looked like a perfectly ordinary door, made out of some sort of light-colored, transparent material, but I didn’t have time to make a thorough check before we found ourselves inside the most astonishing house. There was no entrance hall or cloakroom. There was just one great big room – an enormous, circular room – with a very high ceiling, since there was no roof. The circular room had no inner dividing walls, but a couple of areas were partitioned off with screens. Nelsea took us directly to one partition, where there was a comfortable suite, also made of some indescribable material. Two people were sitting there, presumably Nelsea’s parents. They immediately stood up when we appeared. Nelsea seemed more to float rather than walk up to them.
“I found these two out on the plateau,” she explained. “They come from the upper Earth and another planet; from Space, perhaps.”
I scrutinized Nelsea’s parents while we warmly greeted them with smiles, which were instantly reciprocated. The woman hugged Lydia and the man gave me a welcome embrace; his body felt firm and muscular, just like an ordinary human being.
“Welcome to Agartha and the town of Telos, beneath Mount Shasta!” he said. “We are accustomed to visitors, living as we do so closely to the Earth’s surface. My name is Boron and this is my wife, Tulli.”
Both of them were extremely tall and looked very young – far too young to have a twelve-year-old daughter. Boron must have been well over six and a half feet tall; he was fair-skinned with curly brown hair. Tulli was just a little shorter than Boron, with long, straight, thick, fair hair that hung in a thick plait all the way down her back.
Their clothes were simple and straight-cut, rather like shirts, but both of them wore the most elegant jewelry. They bade us sit on one of the soft, shimmering green sofas.
“The Pilgrim!” exclaimed Madam Tulli and stared at me. “Just think if he who calls himself Jan is the Pilgrim!”
“If so,” soothed her husband, “he wouldn’t have female company. I’ve never heard of the Pilgrim ever travelling with anyone other than himself; although I believe he has a dog with him. My dear wife, we have Space visitors in Inner Earth, for which we are to be happy and grateful for – with no allusions to the Pilgrim. Admittedly, he has done only good things up until now, but one never knows …”
“And who, may I ask, is the Pilgrim?” I inquired, sensing the importance of the question.
The couple looked meaningfully at one another while Nelsea curled up in her armchair. Finally Boron answered, “He calls himself the Pilgrim, and we know him by no other name. He wanders all over Agartha and is becoming well known to everyone. He is no evil person; on the contrary he is very wise and good, but he never stays in the same place more than fleetingly. He has healed many who have needed help, for even though we neither have plagues nor disease, accidents happen, just as they do up above.” He pointed upwards, towards the great hole where the roof normally would have been. “He explains to those who do not understand things and informs those who have not heard – he just suddenly appears where he is most needed – and many have seen him wandering around our streets, without his feet touching the ground. Naturally, we are most curious to find out who he really is.”
“Did he simply turn up here one day?” inquired Lydia.
“Yes,” Tulli answered, “That is precisely what he did. A child tumbled down a precipice while playing a somewhat wild game. The poor little thing was lying at the bottom of the steep slope, without moving. She had a rather nasty wound on her head that was bleeding badly. All of a sudden he was there, the Pilgrim. He touched the child and the bleeding immediately ceased. A short while later the girl was able to stand up and walk about. But the Pilgrim had already vanished before she could thank him. Similar things have occurred in several places.”
“It sounds as though he is a very good man,” I commented. “He could be a great Master in disguise, wandering around, doing good.”
“Or a spy, doing good while he’s really spying on us,” disputed Nelsea. Her father raised a warning finger.
“Here we think well of everyone,” he declared gravely, “right up until we are able to prove anything to the contrary. But enough of this, for you have yet the opportunity of seeing your way around our beautiful land, which I will gladly show you. When we have eaten, I shall guide you around, if you two are agreeable to this.”
Both Lydia and I gratefully accepted this proposal. Madam Tulli served a most delicious vegetable dish with homemade bread (where in the world did they do their baking?). We carried no luggage, since we were proficient at being able to precipitate, i.e., acquire whatever we wished by power of thought. Nelsea asked permission to join us, so once the meal was concluded, we found ourselves climbing up into one of Agartha’s well-known vehicles, something like an open-top car without wheels, called a hovercraft – and it certainly hovered exceedingly well!
3. By Hovercraft to Porthologos
To hover On Angels’ Wings is something I am used to, but this experience was entirely new to me. It gave neither the sensation of an airplane nor a helicopter, but possibly a bit like travelling close to the ground in a hot-air balloon. There we sat in a box with six narrow, upholstered seats facing the same way, positioned in three of rows of two, behind one another. Above us was a collapsible roof that could be pulled over in bad weather, although it mostly was fine in these climes. On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the calm, sapphire-blue water beneath us glittered as though spangled with millions of diamonds. The hovercraft glided close above the water, occasionally hopping up to avoid a sudden wave that disturbed the otherwise serene surface.
The lake we sailed over was not large, or at least one could view land in all directions, and we soon found ourselves right above a real big dipper of a beach. The sand dunes went up and down so much that our vehicle kept a steady six feet above them. Shellfish and small creatures moved like patterns in the sand, but when I looked up, I could see homely woodland ahead of us, which indicated that the sea landscape was coming to an end. This made me happy, since I am an incorrigible landlubber and have never really understood others’ longing for the sea. Perhaps my upbringing as a farm-laborer boy in my latest human incarnation explains this. I still feel very much at home in the farming areas out in the countryside, amongst the cows, sheep, and horses. I adore the smell of stables and the fresh breeze of meadows during the harvest, interspersed with cornflowers and poppies. In short, farmhand Janne is still very much a part of me, ambling around the farmyard in sturdy wooden clogs, just like the elves that mother used to talk about.
Boron, who was sitting behind me, bent forward and patted my shoulder. “We are on the way to our prestigious library, situated several miles under the ground you see here. It is called Porthologos and is renowned for housing all knowledge in existence.”
I was silent. This sounded rather boastful, but Lydia immediately chattered away, asking a mass of questions: “What does the library look like? Does it contain every single book in the world, in all languages – even Indian? English? Swedish? Are there dictionaries in all languages? And can one borrow books, just like on the surface?”
“We don’t normally lend books out as you do,” said a grinning Boron. “Quite simply because books here do not mean the same thing as the ones you are used to. Even if there are books, you won’t find them standing on shelves; they can only be supplied on demand. The library mediates knowledge in a different way – soon you will see.”
The hovercraft had slowed down and was about to land. It landed softly and gracefully, just as though setting a fragile object down on a table. We swiftly found ourselves in a grove with tall, lush, blossoming trees, and ahead of us lay a mountain – or something that likened to a mountain, even though in patches it glittered with precious jewels. There was a door into the mountain, and Boron beckoned to us to climb out of the hovercraft and follow him. The door looked as though it was made of horizontal tree trunks, making it blend in with the rest of the woodland. It couldn’t have been very heavy, because when Nelsea ran up to it, it easily swung open automatically. I supposed she must have pressed a button somewhere.
I took hold of Lydia’s hand and walked up to the door. Boron had gone ahead of us, down a stone staircase into a hall with several doors leading off. We followed after, and I heard Nelsea’s boisterous giggles behind us. I wondered whether we were being led right into a trap – which was probably a forbidden thought in this place.
“I trust you are not afraid?” teased Boron, laughing as he opened a door. “I can assure you that this is a most delightful place – like you would call a cinema, in fact.”
“You seem to know a great deal about the world above,” I blurted out.
“I have visited it a few times,” came the reply. “But I do know that the two of you are not from there. I wonder which planet you are from.”
“We actually come from another dimension,” was Lydia’s reply. “But we have both lived lives on the surface before existing there. The two of us are now to discover new places that human beings ought to know about. They refuse to acknowledge Agartha and they deny the existence of all forms of life in the Universe, other than their own on Earth. It is our task to change their attitude. Can you help us?”
“I can certainly show you around here and a few other places close to Telos, but Agartha is divided into different zones, wherein both three-dimensional and five-dimensional beings exist. We are three-dimensional for the time being, by our own choice. Telos is something of a bridge over to the surface Earth, and contains a great mixture of human-like beings, most of whom are, of course, Agarthans, born and bred here. However, we probably know more about Outer Space than you do. Go in there and you will understand better.”
He indicated with his hand towards an open door, which we then entered and found ourselves standing before a sort of amphitheater. Boron continued with his guided tour.
“What you see here is a history book!” he exultantly explained. “Is there anything in particular you wish to know?”
“Oh yes, indeed!” cried Lydia the historian, jumping up with sheer delight. Boron led us down to the front row in the stalls, right in front of the great stage. “I have always wondered how Cleopatra’s first meeting with Antony went – such great, passionate lovers that they were to be!”
I tittered quietly to myself; this was typical Lydia! It would have to be love that she wanted to have confirmed. But I barely had time for this thought to enter my head before the huge stage before us suddenly filled with gently lapping waves, sighing winds, glorious sunshine over glittering water, music, and singing. A magnificent sloop glided slowly along, exactly the type of single-mast sailing boat I had seen illustrated in history books. The sparkling golden draperies and billowing red cushions gave the impression of almost intrinsic beauty, reaching out so gracefully. Here was, of course, Cleopatra, I thought. Her clothing was sparse, but her shiny, long black hair was set up in a truly magnificent style, with ribbons of pearls and gold, plus all manner of such things that a simple man is quite unable to describe these days.
To my sheer delight, her frock was pleated, but transparent. Lydia pulled at my shirtsleeve and whispered, “Don’t look!” But of course I did.
Another sloop drew near from the opposite direction. It looked more war-like and was in a convoy of several other boats. At the bow stood an athletically-built man, who obviously was Mark Antony. He was extremely good-looking, I thought, with his dark brown, shoulder-length hair and wearing a golden cape, nonchalantly flung over his shoulders. He had even features, a straight but powerful nose, and dark brown eyes – more or less as one would imagine him to have been. The two sloops met and caught one another. Antony jumped over to the beautiful Cleopatra, falling to his knees before her – she was, after all, a Queen.
As quickly as this scene had appeared as in a theater with seemingly live people, so also it just vanished into thin air.
“These are holographic pictures,” explained Boron. “Your kind is not yet as advanced, but we have had this technology for hundreds of years.”
“In other words, you’re a bit behind,” giggled Nelsea. Her father cast her a warning glance. “You can see whatever historical picture you like,” he continued. “I’d like to show you how, teaching with them. The children and youths are also given holistic education, but then there is a history narrator included in the picture.”
“It seems to be great fun attending school here,” said Lydia, sighing. “I think of how tedious our method of education is, using books oozing with dates to be memorized.”
“We shall move on,” said Boron, who had already risen to his feet and started up the same stairway they had earlier descended. We followed along behind him, with Nelsea hopping and skipping along like a little fawn.
When we arrived at the same hall, with all its doors, Nelsea happily opened another door, this time leading out into a garden. There were tables and chairs there, and Boron invited us to sit down.
“You have seen how teaching is conducted here,” he said. “When it comes to zoology, we have a magnificent zoo that houses all types of animals, even the dangerous ones.”
“Do you have any dragons?” interrupted Lydia, with eyes shining, and I chimed in with her; it was an exciting question to ask.
“Of course,” responded Boron, quite unperturbed. “We have dragons both in the zoo and in the wilderness. When they were hunted almost to extinction on the surface, they fled here. We taught trainers and dragon-riders, and consequently they have remained here. It has become trendy to write about dragons on the surface. We have been spending a great deal of time and effort in inspiring writers there, in order that what they write will be accurate.”
“Are there both good and evil dragons?” I inquired. “Just like good and evil humans?”
Boron shook his head. “Evil is banned here,” he declared. “It is not tolerated, in either animals or people. Of course, we are allowed a bit of harmless banter – to joke and tease – but only when exercised in the manner of good will. Youngsters have become a little too free in their speech lately.” He looked sternly at his daughter, but she just giggled.
“You don’t really need to see so very much more of Porthologos,” he added. “There are other things I would like to show you. Porthologos is endless and works only by a living pattern. Either by holographic pictures or through reality – that is to say, as you would interpret it. We, however, see it differently; but since you come from another planet, you perhaps understand us better?”
Both Lydia and I nodded emphatically. We followed after Boron and his happily scampering daughter out into the garden, up some steps, and through a passage – and in an instant we were standing in the forest, with the hovercraft awaiting us.
“Our very own Bentley!” sighed Lydia, as she seated herself comfortably in the vehicle. “I wonder where it will take us now?”
4. The Temple – An Enormously Great Jewel
We then hovered high up, way above the treetops. The sun shone just as brightly and it was still warm, but not hot. I started to feel pangs of human hunger in my stomach, and I was also thirsty. I glanced at Lydia. She pointed to her tummy and mouth, to make me understand that her human, physical side was also beginning to make itself known.
Boron turned around and smirked, knowingly. “You are hungry and thirsty!” he declared. “We can soon put that right.”
The hovercraft dived downwards, seemingly straight into the middle of the forest. In contrast to the last time we landed, now we came down with a bump, since we were travelling at a greater speed. It looked like a grove, but the ground was even and we were pleased to step out of our jumpy vehicle.
“I do apologize for not managing to handle the landing better,” said Boron, laughing. “Nelsea was behaving a bit mischievously. Anyway, there are chairs and tables here; please sit yourselves down and you shall soon be given both food and drink.”
And sure enough, bang in the center of the grove stood a most inviting, rustic table, made out of what looked like thick branches that hadn’t even been planed down. The seats were comprised of two sturdy benches, made out of the same material.
“I bet you’ve never encountered a cafeteria like this before!” guffawed Boron, as we all sat down. He murmured a couple of inaudible words (I think) and in an instant an enormous serving dish, also made of wood, appeared before us on the table. A most appetizing stack of sandwiches (but none with ham) was piled high on the plate, and Boron bade us to dive in and eat. Wooden goblets also suddenly stood on the table before us, filled with a delightfully palatable drink, which I later learned was Agarthan beer. To round the meal off, we ate delicate little Agarthan biscuits, which were filled with some sort of exquisite creamy mixture.
After we had eaten and drunk our fill, we clambered back into the Bentley-vehicle. “I haven’t seen a single cow!” exclaimed Lydia, as we once again rose high up in the sky. “So where do you get the cream in those lovely biscuits from?”
The father and daughter’s eyes met and, as usual, Nelsea started to giggle more and more loudly. Finally she broke out in uncontrollable shrieks of laughter. However, Boron kept his composure, although he almost smirked when he replied, “It is our opinion that you keep your livestock in captivity. You use them and furthermore steal the milk that is intended to nourish their young. We do have cattle here, all the various breeds that you have up above, only down here we consider them to be our personal friends and they are permitted to wander and graze freely in the pastures. The very idea of drinking or using their milk to our own ends is quite unthinkable – even comical! The sap of certain plants is milk-like with a most pleasing taste and may be whisked to the consistency of cream. It’s as simple as that.”
“It ought to be that simple for us, too.” I felt a sense of great relief, having heard about their protection of the cattle. I, who had milked, washed, and brushed the cows back home, had never liked milk, with perhaps the exception of double cream. To instead be able to obtain it from a plant, really ought to be introduced on Earth. The most astonishing things were revealed to us. What surprise was in store for us next? We were about to find out.
Following the refreshment break, we were once again sitting in our luxury wheel-less vehicle, whizzing through the air in no time. Having passed through some thick clouds, we soon landed again. Boron explained that the clouds sometimes hung fairly near the ground, especially high up in the hills, which was why the hovercraft was forced to drive straight through the woolly, downy, cushion that a cloud acted as. It wasn’t really dangerous – a bit like going out in a thick fog – but radar didn’t work inside the cloud, so the hovercraft had to disconnect its engine to idling (if it actually had any sort of engine). Anyhow, we did manage to make our way out of the downy cushion fairly swiftly, only to dive into the next one – and so it continued for quite some time, but finally we glided down from cloud-veiled treetops and began our descent to the ground.
An incredibly beautiful building overshadowed our vehicle, but all the glistening rays reflecting from its bejeweled surface served to break up the shadow.
“That’s exactly how a temple should look, if I had my way!” I delightedly exclaimed, and Lydia grabbed hold of my arm for support as she stared up at the sparkling cupola. It looked just like one enormous, great, fabulous jewel that stood before us, which we gazed upon in utter amazement.
“This type of building cannot be found anywhere in all history,” she whispered, wiping a few tears of joy away from her pale, soft cheek. “This must be the absolutely most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Dare we go inside, or do you think we will be disappointed if we do?”
I thought it unlikely, so in we went. Since churches and cathedrals were not supposed to exist in Agartha, I really did wonder what secret this magnificent building held. It was equally exquisite on the inside as out and full of beautiful paintings and stained glass. There were no long pews or altars, as found in the churches we were familiar with, but instead several lounge areas with sofas and armchairs grouped all around the entire glimmering, shimmering chamber that dazzled our eyes. One or more people, all of whom appeared to be deep in prayer or meditation, engaged some of the lounge areas. Flames arose from something akin to candles, gently flickering in the draught caused by our passing by. There was no altar that I could make out, although one might say the whole of the chamber was like one enormous altar. Out of the blue came faint music. I can’t say what sort of music it was or from whence it came, but it went straight into the heart and soul, penetrating all one’s deepest emotions. We didn’t have the strength to stand and listen, so we sat down in one of the sofas in the middle of the room. At this point even Nelsea kept silent – in fact, seemingly reverent.
“This is a place where specially selected helpers come,” whispered Boron. “One comes here whenever one is in need of psychiatric help of any kind or has specific questions to ask. See the helpers over there? They wear either orange- or indigo-colored cloaks. One of them is coming over to us now.”
As it happened, it was a slightly older gentleman who walked up to us. He was tall, like they all were, fair-haired, and with a pleasant loving expression about his face. He smiled kindly.
“Welcome, dear visitors from the surface!” he said softly. “My name is Lionor. Have you come here as tourists, or are you in need of help?”
“You might say as a sort of tourist,” I replied. “And we are not from the surface, but from another dimension. We bring greetings!” I pronounced a word that Melchizedek had told me would open doors for us. It evidently worked, for the helper bowed deeply in reverence to us.
“What is it you wish to know about Agartha?” he asked.
“I wonder whether you have one solitary religion here or if there are the same assorted denominations as on the surface,” I inquired.
“Yes, what is your belief?” Lydia chimed in.
“In the whole of Agartha there is but one faith,” responded Lionor. “We have only one God, First Source, for all life on this entire planet. It is a Love Being – or Love Source, as we usually say. It is not only the God of people, but also of animals. Those who cannot accept the Laws of Love relinquish their right to remain here and will be immediately exiled, either to the surface or to some other planet where their beliefs fit. Consequently, we never experience the religious conflicts people on the surface have to struggle with. We live in constant peace and harmony, sending out Love to all dimensions.”
“How absolutely wonderful!” sighed Lydia. “The surface humans of Earth could learn much from you.”
“Quite so,” smiled Lionor. “This is precisely what will come to pass, once the Earth has completed its transition, which won’t be long.”
“So you are aware of the great dilemma the Earth currently is struggling with?”
Although this was a rhetorical question, Lionor replied, “We are very much aware of all that happens on the surface. There are such horrors, but we take joy in revealing our existence and letting it be known that we are here and willing to help the surface dwellers. We really can. When the great change befalls the Earth, we will be there, helping. Those who will not accept us or listen to what we have to say will have to decide their own fate by choosing another planet to move to where their views are accepted.”
“I think we have now spoken of the future quite long enough,” interjected Boron. “We shall now continue our expedition in the sunshine. If you will excuse us, Lionor. We can come back later, if my guests so wish.”
Lionor respectfully bowed deeply once again and did not rise from his bowed position until after we had left the chamber.
5. An Interesting Acquaintanceship
When we had gone out through the door, we turned to look back and admire the architectural work of art before our eyes. Just as we were expressing our admiration out loud, we heard a voice saying, “Greetings to you, Lydia and Jan!”
Our hovercraft was parked near the temple, and next to it stood a man with a dog. The man was dressed in an off-white cape with a golden belt around his waist. From the belt hung a mass of objects, all in gold. He looked about middle-aged; his hair was almost white but his face was young-looking with sharp features. He had brightly shining, deep blue eyes. The dog resembled a golden-retriever, only it was almost completely white-haired and had a wide collar of gold.
Somewhat taken aback, we greeted the stranger. Boron looked hesitant, as though he ought to introduce the man, without really knowing who he was. Finally it was Lydia who broke the momentary silence, “Are you the one known as the Pilgrim?” she asked, “And what’s the name of your lovely dog?”
“The dog is called Lissa, and yes, I am indeed the one known as the Pilgrim,” replied the man, grinning slightly. “I had received news that you had arrived in Agartha and I wished to welcome you. There is so much to discover here and much for human beings to learn. You come from another dimension, have temporarily taken physical forms, and wish to learn all you can about Agartha. I would be honored to show you around, if you have no other plans.”
“I am their guide at the moment,” said Boron. “But I am more than pleased to take a break and return home. I want you to know, Jan and Lydia, that you always are most welcome back to see us whenever you so wish.”
Lydia threw herself at Boron’s neck to hug him and Nelsea fluttered into the hovercraft like some, giant, pink-colored butterfly. In an instant both she and her father vanished. There we were, left standing outside the most beautiful temple in the world, in the company of the rather remarkable Pilgrim and his equally remarkable dog.
“These are our friends, Lissa,” said the man. “Greet!” The dog first went up to Lydia, and second to me, with its head bowed and right paw lifted. Then it returned to its master’s side. The Pilgrim indicated to us to stand perfectly still, and then he blew a little pipe that gave out a whistle. A hovercraft hovered out of the nearby wood and landed beside us; it was golden, with a roof that was all glittery-gold.
“I usually hike around,” he declared, “but when I have guests, we use this. Please take a seat and we shall travel to a most interesting place.”
We hopped up into the vehicle without saying a word. It felt like dreaming in a dream. The Pilgrim smiled kindly at us the whole time and the hovercraft floated gently and comfortably up in the air.
“I could have transported us by some other method,” continued the Pilgrim, “but then you wouldn’t have had the advantage of viewing the wonderful Agarthan countryside, which right here is similar to some areas in the Nordic Earth regions. The difference here is the enormous range of plants, since the existing vegetation encompasses all species of plants on Earth since the beginning of time. This is why it is strictly forbidden to pick or pull up any of the plants; as far as we are concerned, all of them are what you would call ‘rare.’”
“This being so, it does seem strange that the place isn’t completely overgrown,” I responded, somewhat surprised, “One would reasonably suppose the entire countryside to consequently be one enormous great jungle of wildly tangled vegetation.”
The Pilgrim smirked. “Nature regulates itself,” he responded politely. “The King of Nature, Peter Pan, does not only exist in the Nature on the surface, but also here. With him follows all the Elementals. There we have our ‘Head Gardeners.’ Consequently, we need never worry, because we can rely on all life being well nurtured and protected.”
“But what do you do with the dolphins?” I interjected, having suddenly remembered all the ghastly things I had heard about the dolphins in the seven seas on Earth.
These are of so horrifying a nature that I would prefer not to go further into it in this book. However, those who wish to learn more may find information readily available on the Internet. The vicious slaughtering, wicked animal cruelty, and evil these wonderful creatures had been subjected to are beyond all comprehension – and it was for this reason I brought up the question of the dolphins.
“We love and revere our dolphins,” replied the Pilgrim. “They are wiser than humans. If any danger befalls them, we immediately go to their assistance. Natural accidents can happen, but we are used to dealing with such and have fantastic, curative natural remedies. Regrettably, we are unable to do anything for the ones that live on the surface, other than to heal them once they arrive here. Some that are not so badly wounded are able to go straight into the sea here, and we keep watch over them.”
The hovercraft landed slowly on the long-stretching sandy beach. We disembarked. Dolphins came into view, swimming right up onto the sand, where people gathered around them. Children petted these great aquatic beings, and it looked as though the dolphins cuddled them back. People were feeding them small fish, and the whole wonderful picture was one of reciprocal Love and delight – which I did so wish one could see the same on the surface, too.
The Pilgrim gave out a little laugh. “Well, Jan, are you convinced now? Here the Love of animals is one of the very first things a child learns. I have a dog, my beloved Lissa, because most of us here have a pet. We can learn a great deal from our pets.”
“But I thought you weren’t from here,” I retorted.
“Why should that matter?” was his reply. “I can go along with anything in the name of Love, wherever I might happen to be.”
“So can I!” exclaimed Lydia, who was sitting in the sand, with Lissa’s big head resting on her knee. “We are having such a lovely conversation, and your dog is telling me lots of things, Pilgrim!”
“I’ve brought you here to show you something,” announced our new guide, whereupon Lissa immediately ran to his side; it was just as though she understood all he said. He beckoned to us to follow him, so we tiptoed after him as lightly as we could on the wet, compressed sand. It was just like at home, I thought – but very soon I discovered it was very different indeed.
We had passed several families playing and exercising on the wide stretch of sandy beach, when all of a sudden it became silent. There was no one in sight; it was as though we had entered a vacuum without walls, with the gentle splashing of the sea waves on one side. The Pilgrim and Lissa hurried on, and we simply kept pace behind, since there was no alternate path to take, other than straight on. In my own mind I decided to call this place a “sea-tunnel,” since I have a passion for giving everything a name.
All of a sudden the Pilgrim and his dog came to a halt. Ahead of us glowed a very high door. I say “glowed,” because that’s exactly what it did. It was, like all else, a masterpiece of precious gems in pale colors.
“The Pearly Gates!” I whispered solemnly to Lydia. She giggled.
“Give it a rest; we’ve all been dead such a long time already, so we won’t be needing any pearly gates to go through,” she whispered back, with the same mock solemnity. “It’s my guess that we are to see something special through there.”
As usual, she was absolutely right. The lock squeaked a bit as the pearly gates opened up slowly. We kept closely behind our guide, but Lissa chose to walk through at Lydia’s side.
We heard singing, at first only just audible, then increasingly stronger, with every step we took. Finally the sound was so powerful and so wonderfully beautiful that we just stood still. The closest comparison I can make would be with Negro spirituals, only in a stronger, purer form.
My greatest wish is that my readers may experience that which Lydia and I were so privileged to see on our travels, which is why I try to make Earthly comparisons, since I think it the best way, wouldn’t you agree? This particular music had an ethereal clang that is somewhat difficult to convey, but similar tones have been successfully reproduced in certain operas such as Aida, parts of La belle Hélène or Orpheus in the Underworld, among others.
On Earth one totters out of the opera house into the rain pattering on the cobbles, the hubbub of traffic on the streets, or perhaps biting winter cold and sleet. Here we were not given quite such a rude awakening from our dreamy, musical experience. Having snuggled down into some of the comfortably upholstered chairs, which were positioned all over the place, we had either fallen asleep or into a sort of trance, which only felt gentle and pleasant to awaken from.
The Pilgrim stood, leaned over me, and patted me lightly on the shoulder, just as the final tones reverberated in the air like the breathing of Angels. I stumbled around, only half awake.
“Where are we?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.
“Just about the closest you can get to one of your opera houses!” exclaimed the grinning Pilgrim. “We call it the Palladium, as in your Rome. It is the stronghold of music in this part of Agartha. Some of what you heard was singing, but our singing sounds more like music being played, wouldn’t you agree? We have other sorts, too, like the equivalent of your nursery rhymes and arias to operettas and musicals. The dolphins’ song was included in what you heard – they are fantastic singers. All children are lulled into music right from birth; consequently, you will not find a single person here who is not musical. Furthermore, we have the elves’ contribution to the musical part of Agartha; they are happy to perform at the Palladium, too.”
“Do elves live here?” exclaimed Lydia and I, in surprised unison.
The Pilgrim nodded with a broad grin. “I thought we would visit them, too,” he said.
I looked around the huge concert hall, still spellbound by the music that continued, barely audible to our ears. The inside, just like the exterior, glowed with jewels and beautiful paintings. The latter did not depict any religious motifs; they were mainly pictures of beings dancing and singing in groups. The walls appeared to be alive, for even though the pictures weren’t compact, they had a singular way of softly moving very gently.
“Everything is in motion here. Beauty and motion held in elegance. Music and motion held in elegance. It is good for the soul. It imparts joy and enlightenment. Many come here purely to provide their souls with the nourishment they yearn, that is so desperately lacking on the surface. They do have pictures up there, of course, and some are beautiful, but the most typical contemporary ones represent only a sordid imagination. Human beings – as you also once were – devote themselves to the negative, that which we never speak of here in the Inner Earth. So similar and yet so very different.”
He took out his whistle-pipe and blew it. It didn’t take many seconds before the hovercraft materialized before us and we climbed up into it.