“Nowadays, there are entrances to Agartha across the whole planet,” interrupted the woman, laughing. “We can stay in contact, as long as you know we exist. We know you do, anyway. There was an entrance in the Library of Alexandria, which burned down in 47 BCE. There are millions of us here, but in the last 200 years we have only accepted 50 people from the surface.”
The man added, “You have visited our immense library, Porthologos, albeit somewhat briefly. It is actually under the Aegean Sea. It is enchanted, literally. It is the seat of learning, a world university, the stronghold of magic, a center for the Arts and much, much more. A surface lifetime would not give you enough time to research all its secrets, but we live for hundreds of years, so we get more opportunity to study them.”
“You’re interested in our inhabitants, aren’t you?” the woman asked, and we nodded. “We are similar to you, but taller. Good food and fine thoughts keep us youthful and extend our lives. We have been vegetarians for 12,000 years. This is good for our figures. We’ll teach you. We are planning to come to the surface and offer help. The schedule is not definite yet, but your need grows more urgent. We already have informers up there.”
“We could carry on for hours,” observed the man. “But we’re not going to. We want you to experience our vast continent for yourselves, not by reading about it, or flying through it briefly. You ought to know in advance that Telos and its district are the only part where surface-dwellers feel really at home. There are huge unexplored forests, fields, mountains, and seas that cover great parts of Agartha. You’ll recognize much of the flora and fauna.
“We have many towns which are five-dimensional, which you’ll have to learn before you can go there. You’ll spend plenty of time in Porthologos, and will travel around, too. As the newest group from the surface, we would like you all to study Agartha together. We are honored that our respected friend and Master, Saint Germain, is with you, and we will do all we can to ensure you have a comfortable journey.”
“You can take the lift from here to Porthologos,” the woman informed us. “Lex will show you the way. You’ll need to take the children with you, as there is a kind of school where they can stay and learn, while you explore Agartha. The practicalities of your trip are all arranged. What you learn from it is up to each of you individually.”
“Will it be dangerous?” my grandmother asked delicately.
“You may sometimes experience danger, but remaining positive and transmitting Love and happiness will protect you. You may meet life-forms that you don’t recognize and elementals who know nothing of life on the surface. Fear is unacceptable. You must suppress your fear and even your anger, unless it is just. You’ll see what I mean.” The man nodded and smiled.
“We’re only here to prepare you. Nobody can come and live here without being tested. We dare not take any risks with people from the surface. However, most people who don’t fit in realize it themselves, and decide not to stay. Tim is already one of us, but you could say that he’s sanctioning his citizenship by accompanying Emilie, Lex, and Edmund. The Master travels where he wants, and you might need him.
“So there you are! Your new life starts now!”
16. Shamballa — A Paradise Inside the Earth
Our new life started with some time at home, as we Earthlings still needed to sleep at night. The next “morning,” we met at my house to decide where we would go. We found that everything had been arranged, and all we had to do was to sit in the remote-controlled hovercraft. It was pre-programmed. And there was a big surprise. Mannul knocked on my door early.
“I have your guide with me,” he remarked. “Tim, you know Telos well, but this guide knows the whole of Agartha.”
A grinning young woman appeared. It was Sisilla!
“I hope you don’t mind if I’m your guide.” She smiled calmly and held out her hand, which I took. It felt like a butterfly wing in my earthly paw, and I shivered with happiness.
Outside, the members of our small group had gathered. Grandmother hugged Sisilla, who welcomed her. Edmund and Lex stared in surprise and delight. Sisilla looked like a fairy-tale princess, dressed in a long robe in shades of blue, with a wide, sparkling silver belt. Her long, silvery-blond hair was tied high on her head, with curling strands falling to her neck. She was preternaturally beautiful.
“I will explain each place in your own language,” she said, in fluent English. “Please get into the hovercraft!”
“What about the children?” exclaimed Grandmother.
“They were taken asleep to the place in Porthologos where they will stay. Rest assured, they will be fed and watered, and there will be no lack of games, songs, dancing, and stories for them.”
Titch, big and black, was calm at my side, his gaze on our fair guide. She laughed, bent down, and whispered in his ear, stroking him on the neck. He answered with a typical Titch-sigh and licked her hand. Then he lay down, awaiting my command.
There was room for all of us in the vehicle. It was comfortable, with cushioned seats and safety conveniences. Sisilla sat next to Grandmother, and I had to be content with Titch as my partner. We took off, gently and slowly at first, above the roofless houses, and then over a foaming sea, with the distant horizon as our only view. Grandmother and Sisilla talked eagerly together, while Titch and I slumbered. I only hope I didn’t snore as loudly as he did!
The distant horizon approached rapidly, and soon we could distinguish lush vegetation in a wide band across the strip of land we were passing. We came in to land in the middle of all the greenery. Titch, still hazy with sleep, sat up and growled. He has a special growl, ending in a yelp, which I like to think is an expression of contentment. There were plenty of trees here, and he jumped out of the hovercraft in a kangaroo bound as soon as I released him from the safety harness.
“There are numerous groves of trees in this country which are landing places,” Sisilla told us. “They all lead somewhere, so we’re going to see where this one leads!”
She led us through the wood to a gate constructed from boughs and branches. It was amazingly lovely, and I wondered that we didn’t make things like that on Earth. It was tall, and bent in various patterns, the green leaves still on some branches. The fence it was set in was in a similar style, and just as beautiful. Sisilla opened the gate by pressing a rose in the pattern. Behind it was a lightly-trodden path.
“We’re beyond Telos now,” announced our guide. “You may not know that our country is studded with jewel-towns, as their foundations are gold and precious stones.
“Down the ages, further back than you can imagine, we have mined and used the riches of the rocks. This humble path leads to our capital city, Shamballa! The place has played many roles in history. It is allegedly in the Gobi Desert, in another dimension, in heaven, and only a figment of your imagination. It’s actually here, and in a moment you’ll see the real, genuine, and at least partly physical Shamballa.”
The dense forest and unassuming path disappeared. It was as if a massive curtain had been drawn from our eyes. A glittering, shimmering, sparkling town was laid out in front of us. Shamballa! The name itself caused shivers of delight and respect.
“Shamballa!” exclaimed Grandmother, with worship in her eyes. “Where the streets are of gold, the houses of marble, and symphonies are playing. Where there are beautiful people clad in white, and there is the high-seat of the great Masters. Do you mean that we’re really there?”
“We are!” boomed Saint Germain’s happy voice. He wasn’t with us in the hovercraft, so I don’t know where he came from. “You’ll soon see, Emilie! I know this town well. Paris doesn’t compare!”
He had hardly finished speaking when we felt firm ground beneath our feet. Grandmother’s exclamation was no exaggeration: We were walking on a golden street. But our feet didn’t touch the gold ingots. We hovered a little above them. Our steps became a smooth glide forward. We followed
Sisilla, having no idea where she would lead us.
Each house we passed was a poem, a temple. I have never seen such beautiful buildings before. We were bathed in a lovely, silvery light. We stopped by a tall structure, more of an enchanted castle than a house. It was set slightly apart, surrounded by an incredible garden. Earthly eyes would hardly call this a town with houses; it was more like paradise.
“I thought I’d seen everything,” declared Lex slowly, “but this exceeds EVERYTHING.”
Light, shimmering halls, singing, smiling people dressed in pale colors, wise men with halos, the interplay of colors on the walls, dancing children, and heavenly music in the background. What more can be said of the ineffable? Shamballa is no exaggeration. It is exactly how we dream the seat of peace and love to be.
I thought Sisilla took us away too quickly, but we had a glimpse of all that is the paradise of Shamballa, in its rightful place. It was partly Earth-like and partly unearthly.
There was something fragile about these people who were not as firmly-fleshed as us. There were huge variations, and some were hardly human, except in form. Shamballa is a vast place, with many races and different types of beings. They all had one thing in common: Love of the Highest Source and of others. The power of Love flowed through this palace, filling our hearts with such happiness that it nearly hurt.
I glanced at Sisilla, and she returned my look. In that moment, the Love between us, which had kept a discreet distance, finally came to the fore. She came to me, and I embraced her. She rested her head against my shoulder as Grandmother turned and smiled. We were quiet for a long time. It was time to leave this amazing building. An oratorio from the 17th century resonated around us as we left the hall.
Titch ran around wildly when we emerged. He had been quiet inside, lying at my feet. Now he careened around madly, with people laughing and shrieking as he bounded past them. We met other dogs, although, weirdly enough, Titch didn’t seem to see them. Usually, he liked to touch other dogs, but now it was as though they didn’t exist.
“Are they ghost dogs?” I asked, as a bunch of Dalmatians stopped to greet him. Titch walked right through the spotted dogs. That was the answer to my question.
“Some earthly dogs arrive here in non-physical form,” Saint Germain told us. “This place has five dimensions, and you can’t expect normality here. Outside Telos, most of Agartha is five-dimensional. If you don’t mind, I will be narrator for a while. I’m going to recount the story of how I came here. I think it might interest our readers.”
My attention at this juncture was on our beautiful guide, so it was great that he took over. He was more used to an audience than me.
17. An Exciting Encounter with Wild Animals
“I was in the place I usually stay when I’m not on Earth,” Saint Germain said, “when I was called to a higher place.
“‘It’s time for Agartha to be revealed to humankind above Earth,’ one of the Masters declared to me, ‘and the task falls to you.’
“Invisible or visible?” I ventured to ask. He laughed.
“‘In this case, you have the pleasure of being either, as it suits you. You are to convey the secrets of Agartha to three-dimensional people who have just come and want to stay. They will change to five dimensions when they are ready. The whole Earth must change.’
“Change has been needed for a long time, when you consider the 21st century,” I replied. “Even earlier, when I think of the disasters invented in the elegant period I was part of.”
“But now I’m here to help the surface Earthlings, when these huge revolutionary changes come into force on the Earth.”
“Are you looking forward to the Great Light?” wondered Emilie. “Or have you already been there?”
“Not in the way you’re thinking.” Saint Germain smiled. “I have too much left of our beloved Earth in me, so I’m used as an intermediary between various dimensions and times. But now we have to move on. We’re going to visit the Great Chasm. Nature without parallel.”
It was good to have Saint Germain with us. I wasn’t worried about dangerous adventures or hostile peoples, as the concept of hostile didn’t exist here. But I was on my own voyage of exploration: Sisilla. It was time for me to settle down in this corner of the world and find my life-partner. I had done this, but I needed to know that she agreed. Maybe this was a starting point, not a tourist trip. Sisilla turned as if she’d heard my thoughts, and smiled in a way that gave me great hope. Grandmother caught our smiles and looked away.
The Great Chasm really was gigantic. We struggled out of the hovercraft and stood dumbfounded. It was just as well there was a fence to stop us from rushing forward. How far back it went, or how deep it was, I have no idea, but Sisilla took over. The fence was iron, wrought in a strange pattern, with a gate. Sisilla stood before it.
“In the Great Chasm lives a people who are completely unknown to you. They have been here since the dawn of time, and will probably remain forever. They are giants from ancient times and can be thirteen to sixteen feet (four to five meters) tall, and are heavily built. To modern eyes, they wear strange skins almost like Vikings. But they are not warriors. They work as we do, with positive energies, love, happiness, dance, and music.
“Unfortunately, they are extremely shy and dislike visitors.
“The Great Chasm is a kingdom in its own right. They have their own culture, and are not influenced by others who live here. A path runs down the chasm and a tunnel leads into their kingdom. Inside are the same sky and heavenly bodies that we have. They share our sun and their air is as pure as ours. They are farmers. A point of interest is that they have dairy cattle on their farms. These are similar to the cows you have on the surface, but bigger and a different color.”
While she was talking, a long, dark shadow appeared in the entrance to the chasm. Sisilla waved it away and it departed.
“What a shame,” sighed Grandmother. “I would’ve liked to meet them.”
“It probably wouldn’t do any good,” said Sisilla, smiling. “They can be unintentionally menacing. They scare off intruders. Now we need to continue our journey, but let’s eat first. There’s a food-machine under the trees over there. We’ll take a well-deserved break for a short while.”
The Master, Saint Germain, bowed elegantly to Grandmother and showed her to a table with roots in the ground and tree stumps as seating.
In the Great Chasm, Titch had been nervous. It was as though he sniffed out danger, at least for dogs. He sat close to my legs, and I shared the delicious vegetarian food with him. Sisilla, who knew what she was doing, brought us each a different dish. There were spices and salt. The food tasted incredibly good, and a cook on Earth would probably not have been able to produce anything similar. It was served attractively, like a work of art.
I’m looking forward to the next stop, I thought. I was not to be disappointed. Saint Germain vanished while we were eating. He probably didn’t need food.
“He was called to another dimension and will return as soon as possible,” Sisilla explained. We hurried with our food and stepped back into our trusty vehicle.
Next stop was on the edge of a jungle. I knew this because I had seen jungles many times on television when I lived on Earth. I had always wanted to see a real one. But where were we?
As if she had heard, Sisilla cried, “We are right under an African jungle — the Congo, to be exact. The jungle here is like the one above Earth, but the animals aren’t dangerous unless threatened. They have no experience of guns or arrows. The wickedness wreaked on Earth’s wild animals is invented, and caused by people.
“Animals eating animals is natural, and part of the food-chain. Here you can walk unharmed if you show no fear. An animal will only threaten if it senses fear. Keep calm, and there is no danger. Let’s walk in single file. I’ll lead, as I’m used to animals.”
She headed off along a narrow pat
h, indicating for us to follow. Edmund stopped suddenly.
“I’ve had enough of jungles,” he remarked, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out his arm. A bright red scar stretched up the length of his left arm and shoulder, coming dangerously close to his heart.
“I got too close to a tiger,” he continued. “I only survived because my friends behind managed to scare it off before it killed me. One of my friends was a skillful doctor, and there was surgical equipment at one of the tourist centers, so he disinfected the tear and sewed it up straight away. Jungles hold no attraction for me.”
“You’ve no need to be scared here,” Sisilla said gently. “I guarantee your safety. You can’t stay here, as we’ll come out elsewhere. The Congo is not much like the jungle here in Agartha. Animals will not attack unprovoked here. Tim will walk with you and then you’ll feel safe.”
“I can tell you some funny anecdotes,” I declared with a smile. “Not about dangerous animals, but about dangerous women.” Everyone laughed, and we continued into the jungle.
“Look at this!” said Lex. “Look at these amazing flowers climbing around the trees. They must be some kind of orchid …”
His calm voice kept us informed about the vegetation in the jungle, as he had been here before. Suddenly, all this luxuriant foliage opened out into a meadow.
“I’m going to ask you to sit on the ground a moment, in a ring,” Sisilla instructed us.
“Set aside fear, as we are here to meet animals, and this is a test for your Agarthan residence-permits. We send cowards home. Shut your eyes, and don’t open them again before I blow my whistle.”
We sat in a ring on the emerald grass among the sweetly scented flowers, the bumblebees, and the butterflies. The grass wasn’t as tall as meadow grass, and the flowers were close to the ground. Shutting our eyes made us aware of the heavenly smells wafting around, bringing peace and calm.
Then Sisilla blew the whistle, and we opened our eyes.
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