Have you ever considered that the Earth may be hollow? Could a Hollow Earth be the greatest cover-up of human history? If the Earth is hollow could that information help solve any of life’s paranormal mysteries? Unlike the Flat Earth Theory, the Hollow Earth Theory, may actually hold some water. Th…
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Could a Hollow Earth be the greatest cover-up of human history? If the Earth is hollow could that information help solve any of life’s paranormal mysteries? Unlike the Flat Earth Theory, the Hollow Earth Theory, may actually hold some water. The Underworld The concept of the underworld is not new and can be found throughout almost every civilization in history. This concept permeates religion, culture, myth, and literature. In general, in religion and culture, the underworld is believed to be the supernatural world of the dead and it is located deep below the natural world of the living. Myth and literature offer many accounts of people making heroic journeys to the underworld. Another major concept of the underworld is that of the dead having to journey to the underworld often across a lake or a river. All of these motifs take flight in what may be the earliest tale of the underworld, Dantes, Inferno. What if this underworld is real? What if it’s much closer than we think? And, how might this concept tie into the idea of a Hollow Earth? Agartha Almost every ancient culture has a story of a civilization or people in the center of the Earth. Agartha is believed to be one of these legendary kingdoms. In Tibetan Buddhism, there is the secret, mystical city of Shambhala located somewhere deep in the Himalayas. Shambhala is believed to be the capital city of the Kingdom of Agartha. Argartha is a lost civilization, and as such, it’s tied tightly into other lost civilizations such as Atlantis and Lumeria. Argartha is somewhat different though, it was not destroyed, like Atlantis, but the people of Argartha decided to willfully hide themself away from the outside world. A world that they considered to be wicked. To do this they journeyed to the center of the Earth and are believed to have thrived there since. Agartha is believed to be a place of advanced and secret knowledge, knowledge possibly received from The Gods themselves. The desire for this knowledge has fronted many expeditions to try to find the lost city, including several expeditions by the Nazis. In fact the swastika is believed to be an ancient symbol of Agartha. Unfortunately this symbol of fertility and health was forever solid when it was taken over by Nazi Germany. Modern Science It would make sense that the Earth may be hollow, afterall it is a spinning object and spinning objects are subject to centrifugal force. In Newtonian mechanics, the centrifugal force is a force that acts on all spinning objects. If you have ever taken a ride on a Gravitron at a county fair, for instance, you have a good understanding of centrifugal force. In a nutshell, as an object spins, mass is directed away from an object’s center and toward the edges. So, in theory, if the Earth is a spinning object it could have a hollow center. This is obviously not supported by modern science who has a much different theory of how the Earth is constructed. The current scientific model suggests that the Earth is solid, and consists of an unbroken series of layers, crusts, and liquid magma surrounding a dense, hot core of iron and nickel. But not everyone is so sure. In fact, since the 17th century, some of the leading scientific minds felt that the planet was actually hollow. A theory that has proved incredibly durable. One of these leading scientific minds was Edmund Halley. Yes, The Halley’s Comet one. He had noted some anomalous compass readings, and proposed in 1692, as a way of accounting for the anomalies, that the planet is a series of nested, spherical shells, spinning in different directions, all surrounding a central core. He based this theory on readings of the magnetic field and what he knew of the gravitational pull of the sun and the moon on the Earth. His model accounted fully for the anomalies in the magnetic fields of the planet. He also suggested that the space between each layer may have atmospheres capable of supporting life. He also believed that the atmosphere inside was luminous and suggested that escaping gas caused the Aurora Borealis. The concentric shell model was adjusted overtime to a much simpler open cavern model. Which suggested that there is just one layer with the entirety of the center a large cavern. In general, this updated view of the Hollow Earth suggests there is a small sun at the center that allows the inside to be lush and livable. It is not clear who exactly suggested this model but it is often attributed to famous mathematicians and scientists such as Leonhard Euler in the 18th century and Sir John Leslie in the 19th century. The theory continued to be popular through the 19 century with John Cleves Symmes, Jr. publishing a declaration to the world in 1818 that the Earth was hollow. Symmes was probably the most famous proponent of the Hollow Earth theory. His version was similar to Halley’s but included huge holes at the North and South poles that served as entrances. These holes declared “Symmes Holes” have continued to be a major part of the theory today. The entrances are believed to be about 1400 miles wide and 800 miles deep. Far too large to realize that you have transitioned from the outer surface to the inner surface and vise versa. In his declaration, entitled Circular No. 1, He proposed to mount an expedition to the North Pole, locate the “Symme Hole”, and enter the inner Earth. He believed that the interior would likely support life and that it would be “stocked with thrifty vegetables, animals if not men”. Symmes did not only contribute this theory to Earth but also suggest that it likely applied to all planetary bodies. Symmes theories were often greeted with disdain but eventually in 1822 he was able to get Congress to vote on funding an expedition. It was shot down, but Symmes’ belief in a Hollow Earth never died. He continued to campaign for an expedition up until his death in 1849. Symmes’ son continued on with his father’s work after his death and the idea has continued to thrive. Although no private expedition has ever been completed successfully. From Science to Science Fiction Symmes theories were well known and it wasn’t long until writers such as Jules Verne grabbed onto them and started writing fantastical tales about journeys into the inner Earth. Verne published A Journey to the Center of the Earth in 1864 and it quickly became the benchmark for an entire sub-genre of tales dubbed subterranean science-fiction. These stories all highlight the possibility of the inner Earth having prehistoric jungles, dinosaurs, lost races, or highly advanced races. Still many of the most common ideas surrounding even modern Hollow Earth theory. From Science Fiction to Conspiracy From science fiction this theory takes a few wild leeps and dives into a deep pool of conspiracy. Modern proponents tell tales of UFOs, cryptids, advanced civilizations, lost tribes, Germans, and even giants. To many this makes the idea of a Hollow Earth comical and crazy, but is it? Perhaps when we take a deeper look at this theory we may get the answer to nearly every paranormal question ever asked. One proponent of a modern Hollow Earth theory is Rodney Cluff. Rodney operates the website www.ourhollowearth.com and has appeared on Coast to Coast AM. He certainly has his own unique spin on the topic. Rodney believes that the Hollow Earth is a terrestrial paradise, …where the original Garden of Eden is located …where the Lost Tribes of Israel live …where the Political Kingdom of God is located …where the Lost Viking Colonies of Greenland migrated …where vanquished Germans escaped to after World War II …where flying saucers come from …where people live to be hundreds of years old in perfect health …where peace and prosperity exists for everyone …where Heaven is located Many of these theories are taken from what he considers to be first hand accounts of people who have actually been to the Hollow Earth. People such as Olaf Jansen and Admiral Byrd. Olaf Jansen The story of Olaf and Jens Jansen is a fantastic tale. Olaf’s tale was met by disbelief and skorn, even from family members, and eventually landed him in a mental institution where he spent 28 years of his life. Frustrated, he determined to keep the tale to himself and to never speak of it again. After being released from the mental institution Olaf immigrated to the United States and eventually ended up in Illinois where he met Willis George Emerson. Olaf wrote his story in a manuscript and Emerson published it upon his death as “The Smoky God, Or a Voyage to the Inner World” in 1908. Olaf was nineteen when his journey started. He and his father left Stockholm in April 1829, to sail to Franz Joseph Land. His father, a fisherman, had found some ivory tusks there that fetched a good price in Stockholm and they were determined to return and collect some more. Once they arrive in Franz Joseph Land, Olaf’s father, feeling adventurous, suggested that they sail even further North. 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.” 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 favorable 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 . The excitement was real and after nearly 30 hours of sailing and a heavy meal the duo fell asleep only to be awakened by a furious storm. A fierce snow-storm was raging. The wind was directly astern, driving our sloop at a terrific speed, and was threatening every moment to capsize us. There was no time to lose, the sails had to be lowered immediately. Our boat was writhing in convulsions. By what miracle we escaped being dashed to utter destruction, I do not know. I remember our little craft creaked and groaned, as if its joints were breaking. It rocked and staggered to and fro as if clutched by some fierce undertow of whirlpool or maelstrom. This terrible nerve-racking ordeal, with its nameless horrors of suspense and agony of fear indescribable, continued for more than three hours, and all the time we were being driven forward at fierce speed. Then suddenly, as if growing weary of its frantic exertions, the wind began to lessen its fury and by degrees to die down. The storm had dumped a third of their provisions and all of their water. They were desperate and lost at sea when strange things started to happen. I tried to forget my thirst by busying myself with bringing up some food and an empty vessel from the hold. Reaching over the side-rail, I filled the vessel with water for the purpose of laving my hands and face. To my astonishment, when the water came in contact with my lips, I could taste no salt. I was startled by the discovery. “Father!” I fairly gasped, “the water, the water; it is fresh!” “What, Olaf?” exclaimed my father, glancing hastily around. “Surely you are mistaken. There is no land. You are going mad.” “But taste it!” I cried. And thus we made the discovery that the water was indeed fresh, absolutely so, without the least briny taste or even the suspicion of a salty flavor. No only was the water somehow drinkable but their compass was also acting strange. We had scarcely appeased our hunger when a breeze began filling the idle sails, and, glancing at the compass, we found the northern point pressing hard against the glass. In response to my surprise, my father said: “I have heard of this before; it is what they call the dipping of the needle.” We loosened the compass and turned it at right angles with the surface of the sea before its point would free itself from the glass and point according to unmolested attraction. It shifted uneasily, and seemed as unsteady as a drunken man, but finally pointed a course. Before this we thought the wind was carrying us north by northwest, but, with the needle free, we discovered, if it could be relied upon, that we were sailing slightly north by northeast. Our course, however, was ever tending northward. And that wasn’t all. There was a new sun in the sky. One day about this time, my father startled me by calling my attention to a novel sight far in front of us, almost at the horizon. “It is a mock sun,” exclaimed my father. “I have read of them; it is called a reflection or mirage. It will soon pass away.” But this dull-red, false sun, as we supposed it to be, did not pass away for several hours; and while we were unconscious of its emitting any rays of light, still there was no time thereafter when we could not sweep the horizon in front and locate the illumination of the so-called false sun, during a period of at least twelve hours out of every twenty-four. Clouds and mists would at times almost, but never entirely, hide its location. Gradually it seemed to climb higher in the horizon of the uncertain purply sky as we advanced. It could hardly be said to resemble the sun, except in its circular shape, and when not obscured by clouds or the ocean mists, it had a hazy-red, bronzed appearance, which would change to a white like a luminous cloud, as if reflecting some greater light beyond. We finally agreed in our discussion of this smoky furnace-colored sun, that, whatever the cause of the phenomenon, it was not a reflection of our sun, but a planet of some sort — a reality. A few days later land appeared and as they came closer in they discovered a river inlet. They continued their journey down the river for several more days, eventually, encountering another ship. Here is where the story really starts to get strange. The ship was huge and so were its occupants. The immense craft paused, and almost immediately a boat was lowered and six men of gigantic stature rowed to our little fishing-sloop. They spoke to us in a strange language. We knew from their manner, however, that they were not unfriendly. They talked a great deal among themselves, and one of them laughed immoderately, as though in finding us a queer discovery had been made. Olaf and his father were invited to board their ship and there they discovered that there were several hundred occupants aboard. All looking at them with amazement. If my father and I were curiously observed by the ship’s occupants, this strange race of giants offered us an equal amount of wonderment. There was not a single man aboard who would not have measured fully twelve feet in height. They all wore full beards, not particularly long, but seemingly short-cropped. They had mild and beautiful faces, exceedingly fair, with ruddy complexions. The hair and beard of some were black, others sandy, and still others yellow. The captain, as we designated the dignitary in command of the great vessel, was fully a head taller than any of his companions. The women averaged from ten to eleven feet in height. Their features were especially regular and refined, while their complexion was of a most delicate tint heightened by a healthful glow. Olaf and his father felt safe with their strange new companions and Jens was convinced that they had traveled to the legendary lands of the North Winds. Olaf and Jens lived among these people for 2 years learning their language and their culture. Here they learned about electricity, The ship was equipped with a mode of illumination which I now presume was electricity, but neither my father nor myself were sufficiently skilled in mechanics to understand whence came the power to operate the ship, or to maintain the soft beautiful lights that answered the same purpose of our present methods of lighting the streets of our cities, our houses and places of business. It must be remembered, the time of which I write was the autumn of 1829, and we of the “outside” surface of the earth knew nothing then, so to speak, of electricity. They also saw great displays of gold, I never saw such a display of gold. It was everywhere. The door-casings were inlaid and the tables were veneered with sheetings of gold. Domes of the public buildings were of gold. It was used most generously in the finishings of the great temples of music. They also saw great displays of vegetation of mammoth proportions. Vegetation grew in lavish exuberance, and fruit of all kinds possessed the most delicate flavor. Clusters of grapes four and five feet in length, each grape as large as an orange, and apples larger than a man’s head typified the wonderful growth of all things on the “inside” of the earth. The great redwood trees of California would be considered mere underbrush compared with the giant forest trees extending for miles and miles in all directions. They also learned about the central sun, or what the people called The Smoky God. The great luminous cloud or ball of dull-red fire — fiery-red in the mornings and evenings, and during the day giving off a beautiful white light, “The Smoky God,” — is seemingly suspended in the center of the great vacuum “within” the earth, and held to its place by the immutable law of gravitation, or a repellant atmospheric force, as the case may be. I refer to the known power that draws or repels with equal force in all directions. The base of this electrical cloud or central luminary, the seat of the gods, is dark and non-transparent, save for innumerable small openings, seemingly in the bottom of the great support or altar of the Deity, upon which “The Smoky God” rests; and, the lights shining through these many openings twinkle at night in all their splendor, and seem to be stars, as natural as the stars we saw shining when in our home at Stockholm, excepting that they appear larger. “The Smoky God,” therefore, with each daily revolution of the earth, appears to… truncated (30,230 more characters in archive)