I've posted some more information at www.thehollowearthinsider.con
Dennis
Really,What did you put up? The current newspart?
I just read Secret Underground Tunnels Past and Present, Part II. Fascinating.
Cavern worlds exist.
DD
we are as-I-write working on putting up Bruce Walton's study of "Etidorhpa,"
in a new section "Guest Researchers" This report is, what i think, the best
piece of research on the Hollow Earth subject ever produced.
Also a new article under "Historical Secrets" on Tesla. Will be posting more
all this week .... we are working our monthly magazine, "Unraveling the
Secrets" which should be ready before the end of the month. Keep an eye on
us. We got lost more coming.
Dennis
Dennis,
I've got a letter of his up on the location of the opening. It had been up for a while, I had never really paid much attention to that name, though.
So his study is something different than that piece about the wife of William Morgan? I suppose so.
I've thought for a long time now that Mr. Cater's book is a great justification of the book Etidorhpa. To deal with the book on a historical level is one thing- it is important, and I'd like to see the work he's done- but justifying the nature of thetrip is quite anothe. After justifying that the characters actually existed, how do you then justfy the existence of a cavern world of a few thousand square miles, with such height, 150 miles below the Earth's surface? This is the nut to crack. Conventional concepts ofgravity don't allow for the existence of such a cavern world. According to caventional concepts, even a small cavity the size of a beach ball would not be able to exist given the superior weight of the crust above it. Mr. Cater's identifiction of gravity as an electromagnetic radiation, a matte of charge, fits the bill because gravity of this nature would attenuate at some level and gravity would actually decrease the further one penetrated.
Mr. Cater justifies the existence of the interior luminosity by pointing out how soft particles form, how and why they are penetrating, and how it is that they break up into individual photons of light. He admits that he got much of his inspiration ofrom Etidorhpa, and that in his book, he tries to do justice to the phenomena described. I have always approached the book from this angle, but I would certainly be further inspired by any historical justifications.
I'll certainly be keeping an eye on you and your people. It is great to have a person with three decades of HE research under his belt on the list. The things on your site have been of good quality, and you are attacking the subject from viewpoints which have been ignored in other quarters, i.e., how the HET linkswith the UFO phenomenon and political conspiracies. I think that it is impossible to convince somebody of the Hollow Earth Theory unless they have some kind of concept of a world conspiracy or a new world order. A cultivation of our understanding has to takeplace on all fronts.
Etidorhpa: HugeDomains.com
DD
Subject: Re: [allplanets-hollow] New Postings at THEI
we are as-I-write working on putting up Bruce Walton's study of "Etidorhpa,"
in a new section "Guest Researchers" This report is, what i think, the best
piece of research on the Hollow Earth subject ever produced.
Also a new article under "Historical Secrets" on Tesla. Will be posting more
all this week .... we are working our monthly magazine, "Unraveling the
Secrets" which should be ready before the end of the month. Keep an eye on
us. We got lost more coming.
Dennis
Chapter 43 of Etidorhpa: HugeDomains.com
" But to return to the subject. As to my guide being a cavern-bred monstrosity, I do not remember to have said that he was cavern-bred, and if I have forgotten a fact, I regret my short memory. Did I say that he was always a cavern being. Did I assert that he had never lived among mortals of upper earth? If so, I do not remember our conversation on that subject. He was surely a sage in knowledge, as you have experienced from my feeble efforts in explaining the nature of phenomena that were to you unknown, and yet have been gained by me largely through his instruction. He was a metaphysician, as you assert; you are surely right; he was a sincere, earnest reasoner and teacher. He was a conscientious student, and did not by any word lead me to feel that he did not respect all religions, and bow to the Creator of the universe, its sciences, and its religions. His demeanor was most considerate, his methods faultless, his love of nature deep, his patience inexhaustible, his sincerity unimpeachable. " Yes," the old man said; " you are right in your admiration of this lovely personage, and when you come to meet this being as you are destined yet to do- for know now that you too will some day pass from surface earth, and leave only your name in connection with this story of myself- you will surely then form a still greater love and a deeper respect for one so gifted, and yet so self-sacrificing."
" Old man," I cried, " you mock me. I spoke facetiously, and you answer literally. Know that I have no confidence in your sailor-like tales, your Marco Polo history."
" Ah ! You discredit Marco Polo? And why do you doubt?"
" Because I have never seen such phenomena, I have never witnessed such occurrences. I must see a thing to believe it."
" And so you believe only what you see?" he queried.
" Yes."
" Now answer promptly," he commanded, and his manner changed as by magic to that of a master. " Did you ever see Greenland?"
" No."
" Iceland?"
" No."
" A geyser?"
" No."
" A whale?"
" No."
" England?"
" No."
" France?"
" No."
" A walrus?"
" No."
" Then you do not believe that these conditions, countries, and animals have an existence?"
" Of course they have."
" Why? "
" Others have seen them."
" Ah," he said; " then you wish to modify your assertion you only believe what others have seen?"
" Excepting one person," I retorted.
Then he continued, seemingly not having noticed my personal allusion.
" Have you ever seen your heart?" I hesitated.
" Answer," he commanded.
" No."
" Your stomach ?"
" No."
" Have you seen the stomach of any of your friends?"
" No."
" The back of your head?"
I became irritated, and made no reply.
" Answer," he again commanded.
" I have seen its reflection in a glass."
" I say no," he replied ; " you have not."
" You are impudent," I exclaimed.
" Not at all," he said, good humoredly; " how easy it is to make a mistake. I venture to say that you have never seen the reflection of the back of your head in a mirror."
" Your presumption astounds me."
" I will leave it to yourself."
He took a hand-glass from the table and held it behind my head.
" Now, do you see the reflection?"
" No; the glass is behind me."
" Ah, yes; and so is the back of your head."
" Look," I said, pointing to the great mirror on the bureau; " look, there is the reflection of the back of my head."
" No; it is the reflection of the reflection in my hand glass."
" You have tricked me; you quibble!"
" Well," he said, ignoring my remark; " what do you believe?"
" I believe what others have seen, and what I can do."
" Excluding thyself as to what others have seen," he said facetiously.
" Perhaps," I answered, relenting somewhat.
" Has any man of your acquaintance seen the middle of Africa?"
" No."
" The center of the earth ?"
" No."
" The opposite side of the moon?"
" No."
" The soul of man ?"
" No."
" Heat, light, electricity?"
" No."
" Then you do not believe that Africa has a midland, the earth a center, the moon an opposite side, man a soul, force an existence?"
" You distort my meaning."
" Well, I ask questions in accord with your suggestions, and you defeat yourself. You have now only one point left. You believe only what you can do?"
" Yes."
" I will rest this case on one statement, then, and you may be the judge."
" Agreed."
" You can not do what any child in Cincinnati can accomplish. I assert that any other man, any other woman in the city can do more than you can. No cripple is so helpless, no invalid so feeble as not, in this respect, to be your superior."
" You insult me," I again retorted, almost viciously.
" Do you dispute the assertion seriously?"
" Yes."
" Well, let me see you kiss your elbow."
Involuntarily I twisted my arm so as to bring the elbow towards my mouth, then, as I caught the full force of his meaning, the ridiculous result of my passionate wager came over me, and I laughed aloud. It was a change of thought from the sublime to the ludicrous.
The white-haired guest smiled in return, and kindly said:
" It pleases me to find you in good humor at last. I will return to-morrow evening and resume the reading of my manuscript. In the meantime take good exercise, eat heartily, and become more cheerful."
He rose and bowed himself out.