Will,
That Franklin Expedition book os a new book, brand new. I don't know if it
is in the libraries yet.
www.dundurn.com is the publisher's website.
Here is the other URL which I found on the book:
Dharma/Dean
Luis,
His name is Garrido. I can't believe that I mixed him up with another
person- I am corresponding with someone named Marcelo Guerra.
Jose Garrido: http://ovnis.esoterica.pt/
Dharma/Dean
" It is important at this stage to mention a book concerning the hollow
Earth, the finest that has yet been written. It not only contains more
important factual information than any other book, but also goes far beyond
them in other respects. This great book probably contains more profound
metaphysical and scientific truths than any other book written up to the
present. The book is entitled Etidorhpa and was first published in 1895.
Some books are written in the form of a novel in order to present certain
ideas or truths without inviting undue -attack from various quarters.
Etidorhpa is considered by most to be a science fiction book. Any
intelligent and discerning reader realizes that it isn't."
From Etidorhpa cave Search: HugeDomains.com
" The longer I search into the mystery of ETIDORHPA the more I am convinced
of its possible truth, and not just a novel of " metaphysical fiction " as
many would label it. I have recently come across two different accounts of
people who actually undertook their own searches for this cave, and their
findings, as well as a few of my own have given me clues which I believe
give the exact location of the entrance referred to in ETIDORHPA. I believe
that the springcave mentioned in ETIDORHPA was none other than PUCKETT
SPRING southeast of Salem, Kentucky. Salem is not far at all from Lola,
where I first suspected the entrance was located ( and where there yet may
be some kind of
entrance, in the large sink fields there ).
The major clue which locates the entrance at Puckett Spring appeared several
years ago in the SHAVER MYSTERY LETTERZITNE; it was a short written account
of one of the staff members who went to Kentucky in search of the Etidorhpa
entrance, where he heard stories of other people ( Masons ) who tried to
enter the spring. I am enclosing this account which was written by Eddie
Rietz. The account mentions the spring, but does not give it a name. I
connected Mr. Rietz's cave to Puckett Spring after receiving the following
information from an individual who I will only refer to as M.D., who happens
to be one of the most noted speleologists in the country. I have edited the
following from a few of his communications with me. "
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Dean
Marcelo Guerra I dont knew but Jose Garrido I have metting.
Eu não conheço esse Marcelo Guerra, mas o Garrido eu conheço e já me
encontrei com ele uma vez em Lisboa, e é uma pessoa com enormes
conhecimentos, nos assunto relativos à Antartida.
Luis Aparicio
Estoril Portugal
Luis,
Speak with Jose Garrido, then, about the HET and how it is that we suspect
that there is an opening in Antartica.
This Antartic page might give you a point of reference.
HugeDomains.com
Later,
Dharma/Dean
Subject: Re: [allplanets-hollow] Jose Garrido
List Members,
I just tried to access the site of the book the Hollow Earth, which had been
posted by a guy named Rex. I am not surprised because, on the home page, he
presented the Hollow Earth Theory as a " kook theory." So I guess that he
took it down.
I had been working on a site for the book myself, so I went ahead and
finished it today. Here it is, The Hollow Earth by Raymond Bernard, who was
really named Seigmeister.
I've got it done up a little differently, with some drawings from the book
scanned and posted at the appropriate places.
The book has some good information in it. I don't think that the entire book
is absolutely on the mark, but no HE book is. One thing that irritates me
about the book is that the author didn't distinguish between cavern worlds
and the hollow cavity. But the Arctic part is certainly on the mark, and
there are odd bits of info throughout the book which are more than
worthwhile.
Download it.
And don't forget to vote in the Pole:
From Chapter Three of Etidorhpa:
" May I ask one question?"
" Certainly."
" What shall I call you ?"
" Why call me aught? It is not necessary in addressing each other that any
name be used."
" But what are you?" I persisted.
A pained expression for an instant rested upon his face, and he said, sadly,
pausing between the words: " I-Am-The-Man Who-Did-It."
" Did what?"
" Ask not; the manuscript will tell you. Be content, Llewellyn, and remember
this, that I-Am-The-Man."
So saying he bade me good night, opened the door, and disappeared down the
broad staircase.
Chapter Nineteen:
" Speak lower," said my guide, " speak very low, for now an effort such as
you have made projects your voice far outside your body; the greater the
exertion the farther away it appears."
I grasped him by the arm and said slowly, determinedly, and in a suppressed
tone: " I have come far enough into the secret caverns of the Earth, without
knowing our destination; acquaint me now with the object of this mysterious
journey, I demand, and at once relieve this sense of uncertainty ; otherwise
I shall go no farther."
" You are to proceed to the Sphere of Rest with me," he replied, " and in
safety. Beyond that an Unknown Country lies, into which I have never
ventured."
" You speak in enigmas; what is this Sphere of Rest? Where is it?"
" Your eyes have never seen anything similar; human philosophy has no
conception of it, and I can not describe it," he said. " It is located in
the body of the earth, and we will meet it about one thousand miles beyond
the North Pole."
" But I am in Kentucky," I replied; " do you think that I propose to walk to
the North Pole, man- if man you be; that unreached goal is thousands of
miles away."
" True," he answered, " as you measure distance on the
surface of the earth, and you could not walk it in years of time;
but you are now twenty-five miles below the surface, and you
must be aware that instead of becoming more weary as we
proceed, you are now and have for some time been gaining
strength. I would also call to your attention that you neither
hunger nor thirst."
" Proceed," I said, " 'tis useless to rebel; I am wholly in your power," and
we resumed our journey, and rapidly went forward amid silences that were to
me painful beyond description. We abruptly entered a cavern of crystal,
every portion of which was of sparkling brilliancy, and as white as snow.
The stalactites, stalagmites and fungi disappeared. I picked up a fragment
of the bright material, tasted it, and found that it resembled pure salt.
Monstrous, cubical crystals, a foot or more in diameter, stood out in bold
relief, accumulations of them, as conglomerated masses, banked up here and
there, making parts of great columnar cliffs, while in other formations the
crystals were small, resembling in the aggregate masses of white sandstone.
" Is not this salt?" I asked.
" Yes; we are now in the dried bed of an underground
lake."
" Dried bed?" I exclaimed; " a body of water sealed in the
earth can not evaporate."
" It has not evaporated; at some remote period the water has
been abstracted from the salt, and probably has escaped upon the
surface of the earth as a fresh water spring."
" You contradict all laws of hydrostatics, as I understand that
subject," I replied, " when you speak of abstracting water from a
dissolved substance that is part of a liquid, and thus leaving the solids."
" Nevertheless this is a constant act of nature," said he;
" how else can you rationally account for the great salt beds and
other deposits of saline materials that exist hermetically sealed
beneath the earth's surface?"
" I will confess that I have not given the subject much thought; I simply
accept the usual explanation to the effect that salty seas have lost their
water by evaporation, and afterward the salt formations, by some convulsions
of nature, have been covered with earth, perhaps sinking by earthquake
convulsions bodily into the earth."
" These explanations are examples of some of the erroneous views of
scientific writers," he replied; " they are true only to a limited extent.
The great beds of salt, deep in the earth, are usually accumulations left
there by water that is drawn from brine lakes, from which the liberated
water often escaped as pure spring water at the surface of the earth. It
does not escape by evaporation, at least not until it reaches the earth's
surface."
Chapter Twenty:
INTERLUDE- THE STORY INTERRUPTED.
CHAPTER XX.
MY UNBIDDEN GUEST PROVES HIS STATEMENT AND REFUTES
MY PHILOSOPHY
Let the reader who has followed this strange story which I am directed to
title " The End of Earth," and who, in imagination, has traversed the
cavernous passages of the underworld and listened to the conversation of
those two personages who journeyed towards the secrets of the Beyond, return
now to upper earth, and once more enter my secluded lodgings, the home of
Llewellen Drury, him who listened to the aged guest and who claims your
present attention. Remember that I relate a story within a story. That
importunate guest of mine, of the glittering knife and the silvery hair,
like another Ancient Mariner, had constrained me to listen to his narrative,
as he read it aloud to ine from the manuscript. I patiently heard chapter
after chapter, generally with pleasure, often with surprise, sometimes with
incredulity, or downright dissent. Much of the narrative, I must say,- yes,
most of it, appeared possible, if not probable, as taken in its connected
sequence. The scientific sections were not uninteresting; the marvels of the
fungus groves, the properties of the inner light, I was not disinclined to
accept as true to natural laws; but when The-Man-Who-Did-It came to tell of
the intra-earth salt deposits, and to explain the cause of the disappearance
of lakes that formerly existed underground, and their simultaneous
replacement by beds of salt, my credulity was overstrained.
" Permit me to interrupt your narrative," I remarked, and then in response
to my request the venerable guest laid down his paper.
" Well?" he said, interrogatively.
" I do not believe that last statement concerning the salt lake, and, to
speak plainly, I would not have accepted it as you did, even had I been in
your situation."
" To what do you allude?" he asked.
" The physical abstraction of water from the salt of a solution of salt; I
do not believe it possible unless by evaporation of the water."
" You seem to accept as conclusive the statements of men who have never
investigated beneath the surface in these directions, and you question the
evidence of a man who has seen the phenomenon. I presume you accept the
prevailing notions about salt beds, as you do the assertion that liquids
seek a common level, which your scientific authorities also teach as a law
of nature?"
" Yes; I do believe that liquids seek a common level, and I am willing to
credit your other improbable statements if you can demonstrate the principle
of liquid equilibrium to be untrue."
" Then," said he, " to-morrow evening I will show you that fluids seek
different levels, and also explain to you how liquids may leave the solids
they hold in solution without evaporating from them."
He arose and abruptly departed. It was near morning, and yet I sat in my
room alone pondering the story of my unique guest until I slept to dream of
caverns and seances until daylight, when I was awakened by their vividness.
The fire was out, the room was cold, and, shivering in nervous exhaustion, I
crept into bed to sleep and dream again of horrible things I can not
describe, but which made me shudder in affright at their recollection. Late
in the day I awoke.
On the following evening my persevering teacher appeared punctually, and
displayed a few glass tubes and some blotting or bibulous paper.
Olaf Jansen, Part II
My father was an ardent believer in Odin and Thor, and had frequently told
me they were gods who came from far beyond the "North Wind." There was a
tradition, my father explained, that still farther northward was a land more
beautiful than any that mortal man had ever known, and that it was inhabited
by the "Chosen[Footnote]." [Footnote begin, Italic] We find the following in
"Deutsche Mythologie," page 778, from the pen of Jakob Grimm;"Then the sons
of Bor built in the middle of the universe the city called Asgard, where
dwell the gods and their kindred, and from that abode work out so many
wondrous things both on the earth and in the heavens above it. There is in
that city a place called Hlidskjalf, and when Odin is seated there upon his
lofty throne he sees over the whole world and discerns all the actions of
men." [Footnote end, No Italic] 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 favourable and the
sea open." Even now I can see the expression of pleasurable surprise on his
countenance as he turned toward me and asked: "My son, are you willing to go
with me and explore - to go far beyond where man has ever ventured?" I
answered affirmatively. "Very well," he replied. "May the god Odin protect
us!" and, quickly adjusting the sails, he glanced at our compass, turned the
prow in due northerly direction through an open channel, and our voyage had
begun [Footnote]. [Footnote begin, Italic] Hall writes, on page 288: "On
23rd of January the two Esquimaux, accompanied by two of the seamen, went to
Cape Lupton. They reported a sea of open water extending as far as the eye
could reach." [Footnote end, No Italic] 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
then small, we never could have gotten through. On the third day we came to
an island. Its shores were washed by an open sea. My father determined to
land and explore for a day. This new land was destitute of timber, but we
found a large accumulation of drift-wood on the northern shore. Some of the
trunks of the trees were forty feet long and two feet in diameter[.
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 ever
before been. Active mentality had dulled the demands of the physical needs.
Instead of 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.
...
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 mistcovered, yet
always peering through the lacework of clouds like some fretful eye of fate,
guarding the misterious 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.
List Members-
This sun which inched its way up higher and higher, always covered by mist,
seems to have been the inner sun. The mist was the mist which pours out of
the inner Earth, caused by the warmer, humid air contacting the colder air
from the Arctic. I wager that the purple sky is due to thin atmosphere at
the neck of the opening- the light shining through hadn't made it down to
the blue range of the spectrum yet.
DD
The Smokey God.
--M.
I thought that it was rather simple. Something like: Soft particles
gives things its color, but only when a photon of the same
"frequency" as the soft-particle is reflected off the thing it is
possible to see the color of that thing. I assume that black
things like carbon in its graphite form produces soft particles that
"eats" up the other soft-particles that are connected to the visual
spectrum. I think that I really don't understand this things and that
I have to look more into the details to understand the picture. A
year or two might help…
Frode
The orthodox explanation is that clouds consist of small droplets
or ice crystals that falls so slowly that it appears that the clouds
are floating. My encyclopedia did not tell me why clouds are
falling so slowly, but I guess that they explain that with upward
and sideward air movement. I have not taken a deep look into
this, but I guess that the theory that they use to explain this
phenomena fits their observations. Some time ago it was
believed that the earth was in the center of the solar system.
Back then they also had a theory that explained the observed
movements of the planets in the sky. So I think that the orthodox
explanation account for the phenomenon, but that doesn't mean
that their explanation is right. To prove that will not be easy
though.
Are you sure? I thought they did.
exclusive?
If there is an antigravity effect involved in the creation and
movements of clouds then that effect is not taken into
consideration by the orthodox explanation. So in that context I
would say that the two theories are "mutually exclusive". That is if
my understanding of what you mean with that is correct.
I don't think that I was of much help. What about getting in touch
with a "cloud scientist". Ask for the observed facts and how they
explain them. You doesn't necessary need to mention your own
theories. If you find some good links I would like to see it. I think
Max referred to some a while back.
Frode
Dharma/Dean
Frode,
You´re right. My thinking was flawed. The soft particles present in
black capture the soft particles that reflect light.
I think that I really don't understand this things and that
Well, I´ve been working on Cater for a year and a half, so that is
why I am almost there, but not completely.
How do we explain all this to people? How do we convince Scott?
# ; ^ )
DD
Frode,
Well, this is just the point. Mr. Cater denies the viscosity of air
as well as air resistence, breezes, etc., and says that these reasons
can´t account fot the fact that clouds float. What Max was saying is
that clouds spend a lot of time in a vaporous state because they keep
going back and forth between the droplet state, a liquid, and a
vaporous state. And orthodox scientists would argue that vapor has
less mass than water, which is why the clouds stay afloat and fall
slowly, that they spend a lot ot time in a vaporous state.
Let´s assume that this is true, that clouds flux between a vaporous
state and a liquid, droplet state. What causes this? Heat has to be
behind it. But how do clouds acquire heat in the Arctic and over cold
areas in the winter where the temps stay way below freezing?
A negatively charged dust particle attached to the droplet does
account for the phenomenon of clouds floating if we accept that
gravity is an electromagnetic radiation emanating from the planet´s
shell.
But about the orthodox explanation- I can´t figure out if that was
just Max´s story, or a standard, orthodox explanation.
I just don´t buy it. Sometimes you can even see that clouds are
heavily laden with water. It is water, not a vapor. And what would
cause clouds to flux between a gaseous and droplet state in the
middle of freezing temperatures.
My encyclopedia did not tell me why clouds are
If the only explanation is air viscosity and air resistence, then I
would have to disagree with you there and say that they don´t even
seemingly explain it. But if clouds spend so much time, or any time
at all, fluxing beteen gaseous and droplet states, then the issue
becomes more complicated.
I will start looking for more info.
In fact, I should write Mr. Cater about this and pester him a bit.
DD
Maybe we should convince ourselves first. Seriously, it is
important to not let go of all the doubts. At least we should act as
we have some. It helps the other list members to feel like they
are not involved in a cult or something.
Frode
PS! Maybe not so serious anyway.
Frode,
For new people to think that it is just a cult is a natuarl tendency,
but what can we do? others, who have been on for a while, have seen
the logic develop, the questioning go on, the explanations, too.
Somebody who just tuned in and who sees me talking about Alice in
Wonderland is going to think what?
And how about Etidorhpa? That first picture on the Etidorhpa site is
enough to send people scurrying to all sides, for a variety of
reasons. At the end of chapter 45, The Guide even gave permission to
The Man to return to the surface to tell all he knew, but warned The
Man that it would be practically impossible, because nobody could
fathom the real truth:
" Were you to return to earth you could not convince men that you
had existed without breath, with a heart dead within you. If you
should try to impress on mankind the facts that you have learned in
this journey, what would be the result?"
" I would probably be considered mentally deranged; this I have
before admitted."
" Would it not be better then," he continued, " to go with me, by
your own free will, into the unknown future, which you need fear less
than a return to the scoffing multitude amid the storms of upper
earth? You know that I have not at any time deceived you. I have, as
yet, only opened before you a part of one rare page out of the bound-
less book of nature; you have tasted of the sweets of which few
persons in the flesh have sipped, and I now promise you a further
store of knowledge that is rich beyond conception, if you wish to
continue your journey."
" What if I decide to return ?"
" I will retrace my footsteps and liberate you upon the surface of
the earth, as I have others, for few persons have courage enough to
pass this spot."
" Binding me to an oath of secrecy?"
" No," he answered; " for if you relate these events men will
consider you a madman, and the more clearly you attempt to explain
the facts that you have witnessed, the less they will listen to you;
such has been the fate of others."
" It is, indeed, better for me to go with you," I said musingly ; to
that effect my mind is now made up, my course is clear, I am ready."
DD
DD wrote:
Somebody who just tuned in and who sees me talking about Alice in
Wonderland is going to think what?
And how about Etidorhpa?
***Dean & Frode and anyone else,
***I realize I am intruding on this conversation, but what is the BIG deal about talking about Alice in Wonderland? Maybe new members will see that ALL avenues of thought are being looked into.
***I, for one, believe that there are more than 2 entrances into the HE. I also think that this needs to be explored.
Who cares what people think? Those who come up with answers to questions usually don't care what other's think of them--they brain storm. They are thought of a Crazy while they work the puzzle, and then when they figure out a piece of the puzzle, they are considered Genius's....
Leslee
To: Members
From: Dharma/Dean
Re: In the book Etidorhpa, the existence formation of underground salt beds,
in hermetically sealed chambers, is explained. Conventional science has no
idea that such phenomenon exists, not so deep underground, anyway, nor could
conventional science explain the phenomenon like The Guide did.
Give chapter 20 of Etidorhpa a chance:
" Yes," I admitted; " providing, of course, there was an equal pressure of
air on the surface of each."
" Now I will draw a figure in which one pocket is above the other, and ask
you to imagine that in the lower pocket we have pure water, in the upper
pocket brine (Figure 14); can you bring any theory of your law to bear upon
these liquids so that by connecting them together the water will rise and
run into the brine?"
" No," I replied; " connect them, and then the brine will flow into the
water."
" Upon the contrary," he said; " connect them, as innumerable cavities in
the earth are joined, and the water will flow into the brine."
" The assertion is opposed to applied philosophy and common sense," I said.
" Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise, you know to
be a maxim with mortals," he replied; " but I must pardon you; your dogmatic
education narrows your judgment. I now will prove you in error."
He took from his pocket two slender glass tubes, about an eighth of an inch
in bore and four inches in length, each closed at one end, and stood them in
a perforated cork that he placed upon the table.
Into one tube he poured water, and then dissolving some salt in a cup,
poured brine into the other, filling both nearly to the top ( Figure 15 ).
Next he produced a short curved glass tube, to each end of which was
attached a strip of flexible rubber tubing. Then, from a piece of blotting
paper such as is used to blot ink, he cut a narrow strip and passed it
through the arrangement, forming the apparatus represented by Figure 16.
Then he inserted the two tubes ( Figure 15 ) into the rubber, the
extremities of the paper being submerged in the liquids, producing a
combination that rested upright in the cork as shown by Figure 17.
The surfaces of both liquids were at once lowered by reason of the suction
of the bibulous paper, the water decreasing most rapidly, and soon the
creeping liquids met by absorption in the paper, the point of contact, as
the liquids met, being plainly discernable. Now the old man gently slid the
tubes upon each other, raising one a little, so as to bring the surfaces of
the two liquids exactly on a plane; he then marked the glass at the surface
of each with a pen.
" Observe the result," he remarked as he replaced the tubes in the cork with
their liquid surfaces on a line.
Together we sat and watched, and soon it became apparent
that the surface of the water had decreased in height as compared with that
of the brine. By fixing my gaze on the ink mark on the glass I also observed
that the brine in the opposing tube was rising.
" I will call to-morrow evening," he said, " and we shall then discover
which is true, man's theory or nature's practice."
Within a short time enough of the water in the tube had been transferred to
the brine to raise its surface considerably above its former level, the
surface of the water being lowered to a greater degree. ( Figure 18) I was
discomfited at the result, and upon his appearance next evening peevishly
said to the experimenter:
" I do not know that this is fair."
" Have I not demonstrated that, by properly connecting the liquids, the
lighter flows into the heavier, and raises itself above the former surface?"
" Yes; but there is no porous paper in the earth."
" True; I used this medium because it was convenient. There are, however,
vast subterranean beds of porous materials, stone, sand, clay, various other
earths, many of which will answer the same purpose. By perfectly natural
laws, on a large scale, such molecular transfer of liquids is constantly
taking place within the earth, and in these phenomena the law of gravitation
seems ignored, and the rule which man believes from narrow experience,
governs the flow of liquids, is reversed. The arched porous medium always
transfers the lighter liquid into the heavier
one until its surface is raised considerably above that of the light one. In
the same way you can demonstrate that alcohol passes into water, sulphuric
ether into alcohol, and other miscible light liquids into those heavier."
" I have seen you exemplify the statement on a small scale, with water and
brine, and cannot question but that it is true on a large one," I replied.
" So you admit that the assertion governing the surfaces of liquids is true
only when the liquids are connected from beneath. In other words, your
thought is one-sided, as science thought often is."
" Yes."
" Now as to the beds of salt deep within the earth. You are
also mistaken concerning their origin. The water
of the ocean that runs through an open channel
from the one side may flow into an underground
lake, that by means of the contact action ( suction )
of the overlying and surrounding strata is being continually emptied of its
water, but not its salt. Thus by absorption of water the brine of the lake
in time becomes saturated, starting crystallization regularly over the floor
and sides of the basin.
Eventually the entire cavity is filled with salt, and
a solid mass of rock salt remains. If, however, before the lake becomes
solid, the brine supply is shut off by some natural cause as by salt
crystals closing the passage thereto, the underground lake is at last
drained of its water, the salt crystallizing over the bottom,and upon the
cliffs, leaving great crevices through the saline deposits, as chances to
have been the case with the salt formations through which I passed with my
guide, and have recently described to you."
I hope you all recognized this as my idea of having a little fun. I
kind of like to joke about serious things. It's a way to stay sane in
a insane world, or was it the other way around.
Frode