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HI EVERYBODY!
To all group: new and old
investigators...
Please review very carefully the following information
(translated from the
original Spanish blog Underground Chronicles), it has a
very important
information from the research the tribe of Indians Macuxi and
provides a lot of
data to investigate further support the context of ancient
and modern theories
about the Hollow Earth
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The
hollow Earth of the "Macuxies"
Today, after some weeks of rest we return
to Underground Chronicles.
After this brief reccess we kept gathering
information about the subeterranean
world, info that our blog readers will
read during the course of this year.
Since our advice, this site will not
give a rest to the themes you know in this
place. As a warm up we give you
the first subterranean post of 2009.
This story has some time arround,
its original souce is unknown, but it is part
of the spoken folklore of the
old southamerican tribes. It's stage is the
northen Brazil and the narrators
are the macuxies, a mysterious tribe of natives
of the Amazonian jungle. This
narration, has to be told, it's linked to the
theory of the Hollow
Earth.
Our regular blog readers know our stance on this thesis, wich we
don't accept,
but we don't close all doors.
Beyond disputes, we can
recognize the particular macuxi vision of the mysteries
of the inner Earth,
some signals near to the great native tragedy wich fell upon
this continent
after the conquest began.
Let's hope that somewhere, kind giants like the
ones that once helped the
macuxies exist.
The last macuxies (from the
northern Amazon) tell us that, until year 1907 they
entered a cavern and
walked from 13 to 15 days until they reached the interior.
There, "at the
other side of the world", live the "big men", whom measured from
10' to
11'6''. They're really nice but you have to follow their indications.
The
main motto of the macuxies this place, was to look out for the entrance
of
the cavern, keeping out everyone who was not an authorized member of the
tribe.
When the great wind wich ran troughthe great tunnel began blowing
outside, (it
had a rythm of 5 days blowing out and other 5 blowing in) they
could start
climbing down the stairs (About 33'' each step) and the stairs
ended at the
third day (they kept record of the days with thir stomachs and
sleep time, wich
is pretty accurate)
They left there too the breos
(torches made of sticks impregnated with tar from
nearby oil ponds), and they
carried on iluminated by lights that were just
there, as big as a watermelon
and clear as a bulb. Each passing day they walked
faster, since they lost
weight and corporal mass. They crossed 5 well marked
places, trought some
huge caverns whose ceiling they could not see. There were
(in one of the
chambers) four sun-like lights, impossible to stare at, but
surely not as
high as the sun it self.
On this place crew some trees with good fruti,
like cajúes, oaks, mangos,
bananas and some lesser plants. Comparising some
macuxies places, this chamber
would have about 10 square kilometers of
"passable" and vegetated surface; and
some other sectors were out of reach
and very dangerous, with boling stone and
creeks of "azoge" (quicksilver,
wich they learned its use to gather the
golddust, due the "garimpeiros" wich
today pollute with it the amazonian
waters). After this five huge chambers,
in a point beyond half way, they should
hang to walls and move carefully,
because the "flew" (They were in zero gravity
like an astronaut)
The
wind wich had begun to blow outside, it wasn't an obstacle when they
started
the drop, but if they attempted it backwards, the turmoil of the
whirlwind could
drag them to the abismal tunnel, and the corpse –battered
about a thousand
times- won't stop until one day of path down the cave.
Respecting this cicle,
starting their march against the wind (wich it was for
their own safety) they
climbed down three days on the stairs and after two
days of march on a narrow
stair-less tunnel, the wind blew back inside, hece
they watched their steps
since the days they departed, to not leave loose
stones on their path wich would
hit them in the back. Even with the wind on
their favor -about day 7 or 8 of
their march-, they reached the place where
"everything flies", wich is the
center of the Earth's crust. (the middle of
the mass, magnetically speaking,
wich is not the geometrial center of the
Earth, but any point in the middle of
the tick of the
crust).
Sometimes the wind was so strong, and istead using the walls to
impulse
themselves, they should do it to stop and avoid being hit. The
gravity-less
travel usually lasted from a few hours to 36 hours. Sometimes
they should hang
to the rocky edges o to metal pieces that were in the rock
there before they
passed by, and wait two days until the wind died. Then they
followed the road
characterized by creeks with cold water that passes trough
the cavern and fell
in a void, larger than the previous ones, where lied some
brilliant stuff, with
the same shape than bee hives, about 10 meters of
diameter, placed above a
seedling, like a tree´s log, at a height imprecise
by the memory of the last
macuxies who live remembering that, still with fear
to retaliation from "the Big
Men"
The traveles were gaining weight
again, but they didn't got it all back, because
they got out in "the land in
the other side", where everything is lighter, the
sun is red and it's always
daytime, without night, stars or moon. They remained
there a few days
enjoying some nearby beaches, getting younger as the time
passed by. (This
reminds of Apolo who traveled to Olympus to rejuvenate).
Macuxies knew
perfectly the Atlantic ocean, since they were –outside- about 200
miles from
the coast and this wasn`t the sea. The giants gave them some big
and
delicious fishes, and its meat didn't rotted until two or three months
after
being fished. With this precious cargo, apples bigger than a human head
and
grapes fist-sized. Besides a lot of body energy, they came back
accompanied by
some giants who helped them to carry the enormous weight they
carried back. The
returning trip started with the wind blowing on their
backs, to have it again in
there on the last stage of the journey, when they
climbed the stairs the last
three days , whose ruins exists
nowadays.
The belief (or knowledge) of the macuxies, is that if they
follow the rules
given by the giants, after they die here in the outsidem
they'll reborn in
there, among them. They tell that some macuxies didn't
died, but they
transformed (transfigurated?) in half giants and they stayed
inside. This
requiered mainly, not having offspring in the
outside.
Tragedy came to the macuxies in 1907. Three british explorers,
reached in the
name of her queen searching for diamonds. Macuxi's lands still
have some
diamonds today, but it has been exploded since 1912 that there are
almost none
in there, making their extraction barely or non profitable. When
the english
came, there was enough to please the queen and many greedy people
who got rich,
exploiting the native, but one of those "Authorized travelers
to the center of
the earth" made a terrible mistake violating the motto of
their secret, and told
the foreginers the entrance place.
One of them
sent a setter to Her Majesty, reapeting her a tale like this one,
with some
more details. In the beaches of the inner lands, there's an abunance
of
diamonds, just like is in some carbon mines of serpentine, from
ancient
volcanic shafts, wich are today, precisely, those tunnels to the
interior of the
world. The three ment went out (or went in) in an expedition,
but they did not
came back ever again. In their place, the giants came out,
punished the macuxies
and they banned them to enter inside ever
again.
Alter two years of poverty and angst (That zone, in the outer
surface had
diamonds –useless for them back then-, but lacked fruit and
fish), they chose to
attempt a new contact with the giants, despise the
banning. They traveled with
hopes for two days, but they reached a point in
the path where the wind came
from a cavern that did not knew. The original
road was collpased. Some of them
returned inmediately, but some other choose
to follow the new and unknown path.
Several months later one of them came
back and tell the others that they could
come inside, but they could never go
out ever again, because more english would
come in their land and hurt them.
Some of them refused to go, because the place
assigned to them was one of
those huge caves. Some toher accepted to gio and
never came
back.
Years later, the garampeiros started to arrive, to pollute the
rivers with
zarandas, resumidoras and quicksilver and to destoy the minds of
the macuxies
that stayed behind with drugs. They also clouded their minds
with whips and
their race, raping their women. During june or july of 1946
there was a huge
collapse in the túnel, destroying almost all the stair.
Today there's only some
steps at the beggining of it and a huge and
unclimbable pit where the wind blows
with different rythms. Some old macuxies
who escaped the english whip, and they
still live counting their age in
moons, don´t give upp entirelly to forget the
Lost Paradise. A suitable
phrase, because they knew it... and lost it.
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