Future race

"... The rope, the staples and the hooks still were where they had fallen, but they did not offer me any return possibility, it was impossible to stamp them in the rock back again, on top, and the walls were so flat and so straight that it would not be possible to climb them from other way. It found myself alone in that strange world, in the bowels of the Earth.

Slow and cautiously I advanced solitary, by the illuminated highway, in the direction of the great building... The highway in itself seemed a great alpine passage, surrounding a rocky mountain chain, of which trough its abysses I had descended, was a link. Very below, to the left, extended an immense valley that presented to my perplexed eyes unequivocal signals of art and culture.

Existed covered field of strange vegetation, different from all that I had seen in the surface of the Earth. Instead of green, was of a tone of an spleen lead or of a golden red... To my rearguard, to my front and to my side, and so far regarding the sight reached, the entire scene was shining, illuminated by countless candlelight. That world without sun was luminous and hot as an Italian landscape in midday, although with a less oppressive air and softest heat.

It could be distinguish in the distance in the margins of the lake or between elevations, buildings that should be, certainly, homes. I discovered even, although in a very great distance, forms that seemed to me as human. Above me there was not the sky and yes, just a kind of a cavernous roof. That roof became more and more high, in the landscapes that stayed far, until it became imperceptible, hidden by a fog mantle that was formed under it.

 

 

Mysteries and Tibet's Magic's

"... the prophecies tells that in a remote future the peoples of the subterranean worlds will go out from their mysterious cities and will appear on the surface of the Earth.

In the subterranean worlds everything lives in a perfect tranquility, its people are wise and know the Laws of Nature.

All the caves of South America, those whose entrances are of a difficult access, are kept by the gnomes and inhabited by that old people that disappeared from Earth.

The profound caves are illuminated by a particular light, which allows the growth of the cereals, vegetables and fruit.

The capital is called Erdemi, well known also by Shamballah, and there inhabits the priests and wise.

In Erdemi, the wises write in wood boards and stone, all the science of our planet and of other worlds..."

 

 

Mysteries of the Roncador

"... In our last escalade inhabitants-guardians of the Consecrated Monte Tutelar of Pacha Mamma, which recognized happily ourselves, aided us. About they we do not want to enter in details, if we wanted to, how would be possible to explain their smiling expressions, their blue eyes and their sweet voices?

For the unprepared and incautious, they are hostile psychic beings, infesting and threatening all profane who tries to enter towards the Consecrated Mountain. They emit thoughts of malignant form, transforming themselves in terrible opponents. If the intruder persists, its nervous tension will fall into collapse and such defenders energies forever will persecute them.

Authorized to explore the Great Monte, I crossed the Consecrated Mountain in all directions for several months, until I found the passage that carried me until the platform of the Consecrated Pond, from which rises the main steep slope. And in on March 12 1968 we were in front of the three doors.

The symbolism that we found in the corridors and in the salons impressed us forever.

The material ways, which carried me to the initial platform, where gives entrance for the internal salons, corresponded entirely to the descriptions of the spiritual ways that we went through and guided for a very long time. And I was there. I had found the secret. I had met the way, guided by the intuition and by the interior voice.

All of a sudden, my attention was diverted by a jubilant melody. I initiate then the descent by the stair... As I descend the rift went enlarging. I went approaching more and more of the light, a soft, diffuse light, however without brightness.

I followed from there onwards by a wide rift. Continued to listen the inexpressible melody. This time I found myself alone, in the bowels of the Earth. I felt myself in a profound peace...

... After the natural meal we drove to the platform, where they hover the dirigible devices. We took one and left in a great speed. Within few minutes, we were lowering on Araes' Summit, where minarets of the Great Crystal Castle, prostrated to the moonlight, shone as million of precious stones.

When we approached the landing platform, I noticed a festival look. I saw then, at each instant arrived ships of extravagant appearances.

We opened the door; I noticed that the air was heated and comfortable, characteristic of the fall in Mato Grosso. My host warned me that we were going to watch to the New Year's Ritual...

This is the City of Letha, where is one of the largest temples of the terrestrial orb, whose construction obeyed to countless specific orders. The interior is all covered of marble, the lining made of jade and the floor is of pure onyx; its coloring is of a harmonious beauty. The Altar belongs to another, with straight drawings; from there it is irradiated the power and force for the beings that are risked in missions on the terrestrial surfaces..."

 

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