#44
--- Pages 274-275, of "The Journal Of American Folklore"., Vol.65.,
carries an article by Douglas Taylor titled - "Tales And Legends of The
"The
Carib Remnant in Dominica, West Indies, one hundred -- or less than a quarter
-- of whom may reasonably be regarded as 'full-blooded' Indians (i.e.
'natives'), lost their language at the beginning of this century, and with it,
in all probability, a considerable amount of traditional lore. The black Carib
of Central America, who are predominantly of Negroid descent, still speak
One tradition that managed to survive was
that of "the Spirit Of The Rock" and the Caserne Caraibe, told by
Jolly John of Pointe Port (the last Carib chief, who died in 1941), who had
heard it from his grandmother Zara; 'The people of Bataka used to climb up the
big rock on the Barakua ridge in search of charms. There are steps leading to
the base and a crack on the top that goes right through to the inside. That is
where the spirit lives.'
He also tells the story of the woman of
Bataka who long ago entered the Caserne Caraibe, a cave near the
'The woman and her children are still inside
the cave, together with all the other old-time Caribs. They will not leave it
until the end of the world; but it is said that they sometime come out by night
to use their boat, the Carib Caravel; and I myself passed it when out fishing
one night, to find it gone some hours later when we returned the same way.'
"...The setting of this tale is
entirely local. Facing the hamlet of Bataka across a wooded ravine, Pegue Rock,
itself some thirty feet in height, stands at the end of Barakua Ridge; while
below, at the foot of a 150-foot cliff, runs the bridle path here dignified by
the name of 'highway' (Creole: 'chemin la Beine'). The so-called Caserne
Caraibe ("Carib Barrack," but perhaps a corruption of Caverns
Caraibe, "
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#45
--- On pages 90-91, 207-208, & 342 of "FOLK-LORE, A QUARTERLY
REVIEW" can be found additional accounts of cave-related beliefs from
"CAVES.
-- I have heard at Newhall of a cave 'between Ennis and Liadoonvarna' in which
runs an underground river that makes old people young. The exact locality is
unknown, as the people who have gone to use it have never been seen again.
Lismulbreeda cave, in Dromcliff parish and near the Kilrush road, is marked all
over its sandstone sides and roof with crosses, figures, and initials, which it
is considered lucky to cut on a visit. Horses are said to have come out of the
Kilcorney cave, and left descendants in the valley below..."
"This cave (Kilcorney) was famous in
the eighteenth century for throwing out floods of water full of fish -- (cf.
'inter alia, -Gough's
"UNDERGROUND PASSAGES. -- One in said
to lead from Cahercrochaun to Dundahlin on Loop Head, and another from the
great promontory fort of Dundoillroe eastwards, where a brown track, probably
an old road, still remains. A third ran through Barnagoskaigt to the
Tuamnagoskaigh in Ballynahown, near Lisdoonvarna, where there is a roofed cleft
of some length. A fourth went from Bealboruma fort under the
angry
Brian Boru sent soldiers to waylay and kill his slandered son-in-law the King
of
"CAVES. -- Not more than a hundred
yards away from "The Round Tree" there is a kind of cave or hollow,
with a great stone half-way across the opening; it is said to be the entrance
to an underground passage leading to Minchinhampton. "In a time of battle
a queen took refuge there," said an old man in Hyde. There are terraces
along the upper slope of the hill from Hyde to Bestbury, with France 'Lynch'
and Oakridge 'Lynch' on the opposite side of Brimscombe Valley."
Pages
247-248 of the same work carries the following interesting information:
"Mr.
MacCulloch adopts in a wholesale manner K. D'Arbois' theory about the rule of
Dispater in the realms of the dead, and his idea that the Celts believed
themselves to be descended from this Dark Divinity. He says (pp. 229, 341), --
'Dispater was a Celtic under-world god of fertility, and the statement (of
Caesar) probably presupposes a myth, like that found among many primitive
peoples, telling how man once lived under ground and thence came to the surface
of the earth. But it also points to their descent from the god of the underworld.
Thither the dead return to him who was ancestor of the living as well as god of
the dead.'
"For all this there is no shadow of
warrant in Celtic literature, and it is time that so hypothetical a doctrine
should be given up. A single obscure dictum of Caesar is not sufficient to
establish a permanent theory which is not supported by native warrant or
tradition. The Irish kings and septs
certainly traced their descent from the god or local deity worshiped by their
tribe, or from some more universal divinity; but that they believed in an
'underworld from which they came and to which they went at death,' there is, I
believe, nothing in the ancient literature to prove. If such a doctrine is
given at all, it should be with extreme caution, as a hypothesis, not as a
statement of fact. It is a pity to perpetuate a doubtful theory in a popular
book."
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#46
--- The following letter was forwarded to me by TAL LeVesque. it was written by
a man with the initials W.S. (Wilford South? - South did research into inner
earth related studies, and was connected with the Lodge of the Lion in
"...Williams, the Canadian explorer -
discovered in 1922-3, tunnels leading from the Cornish Coast, and Bodmin Moor,
- rich in minerals and China Clay, pure white, - and granite out - crops, with
stone monoliths and megaliths everywhere - yet deep below the earth surface
strange coloured pictures of human-bird-like figures in tunics in colour -
engraved in mineral dust, deep into the rocky wall of giant caves. The egg
crystal came from a crystal grotto - deep below the sea-bed that was once a
subterranean city - with an altar of pure coloured crystal. A winged figure
carved in pure quartz rock crystal holding the egg crystal in her hand. Not an
angel - but either
a nature spirit, or a person from another world.
This
expedition was kept a secret, no press - The secret was kept in manuscript
form. The egg crystal came from the pyramid city and originally from
"...This (see illustration above) is
one of the designs upon a great cave. Could be early Atlantean - or earlier
Dyzan Epoch. There was a crystal figure of golden woman clad in a tunic in
colour - Her figure was pure crystal - She was holding a crystal ball about
3-lbs in weight. A Rev. Wayne Taylor of The Sun Foundation,
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#47
--- Chapters XLVI-XLVIII of Ferdinand Ossendowaki's volume "BEASTS, MEN
AND GODS", carries a wealth of information on the subterranean world of
Agharti, collected from the lamas and inhabitants of the
"...When
bidding us adieu, the
"Is it the King of the World in
Agharti?" I interrupted.
He stared and glanced at me in amazement.
"Have you heard about him?" he
asked, as his brows knit in thought.
After a few seconds he raised his narrow
eyes and said: "Only one man knows (his) name; only one man now living (on
the surface, that he was aware of - Branton) was ever in Agharti. That is I.
This is the reason (why) Dalai Lama has honored me and why the Living Buddha in
Urga fears me. But in vain, for I shall never sit on (the) Throne of the
highest priest in
He jumped smartly into his saddle, whipped
his horse and whirled away, flinging out as he left the common Mongolian phrase
of adieu: 'Sayn! Sayn-bayna!'..."
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MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES --- THE 'KING' OF THE WORLD
-------
THE SUBTERRANEAN KINGDOM
"...'STOP!' whispered my old Mongol
guide, as we were one day crossing the plain near Tzagan Luk. 'Stop!'
He slipped from his camel which lay down
without his bidding. The Mongol raised his hands in prayer before his face and
begin to repast the sacred phrase: "0m! Mani padme Hung!" The other
Mongols immediately stopped their camels and began to pray.
"What has happened?" I thought, as
I gazed round over the tender green grass, up to the cloudless sky and out
toward the dreamy soft rays of the evening sun.
The Mongols prayed for some time, whispered
among themselves and, after tightening up the packs on the camels, moved on.
"Did you see," asked the Mongol,
"how our camels moved their ears in fear? How the herd of horses on the
plain stood fixed in attention and how the herds of sheep and the cattle lay
crouched close to the ground? Did you notice that the birds did not fly, the
marmots did not run and the dogs did not bark? The air trembled softly and bore
from afar the music of a song which penetrated to the hearts of men, animals
and birds alike. Earth and sky ceased breathing. The wind did not blow and the
sun did not move. At such a moment the wolf that is stealing up on the sheep
arrests his stealthy crawl; the frightened herd of antelope suddenly checks its
wild course; the knife of a Shepard cutting the sheep's throat falls from his
hand; the rapacious ermine ceases to stalk the unsuspecting 'salga.' All living beings in fear are involuntarily
thrown into prayer and waiting for their fate. So it was just now. Thus it has
always been whenever the King of the World in his subterranean palace PRAYS (to
the Creator) and searched out the destiny of all peoples of the earth."
In this wise the old Mongol, a simple,
coarse shepherd and hunter, spoke to me.
Mongolia with her nude and terrible
mountains, her limitless plains, covered with widely strewn bones of the
forefathers, gave birth to Mystery. Her people, frightened by the stormy
passions of nature or lulled by here deathlike peace, feel her mystery. Her
"Red" and "Yellow Lamas" preserve and poetize her mystery.
The Pontiffs of
On my journey into
The old people on the shore of the River
Amyl (in northern
I received more realistic information about
this from Hutuktu Jelyb Djamarap in Narabanchi Kure. He told me the story of
the semi-realistic arrival of the powerful King of the World from the
subterranean kingdom, of his appearance, of his miracles and his prophecies;
and only then did I begin to understand that in that legend, hypnosis or mass
vision, whichever it may be, is hidden not only mystery but a realistic and
powerful force capable of influencing the course of the political life of Asia.
From that moment I began making some investigations.
The favorite Gelong lama or Prince Chultun Beyli
and the Prince himself gave us an account of the subterranean kingdom.
"Everything in the world," said
the Gelong, "is constantly in a state of change and transition -- peoples,
science, religions, laws and customs. How many great empires and brilliant
cultures have perished! And that alone which remains unchanged is Evil, the
tool of Bad Spirits. (Several) thousand years ago a holyman disappeared with a
whole tribe of people under the ground and never appeared again on the surface
of the earth. Many people, however, have since visited this kingdom, Sakkia
Mouni, Undur Cheghen, Paspa, Khan Baber and others. No one knows where this
place is. One says
"Now it is a large kingdom, millions of
men (and women) with the King of the World as their ruler. He knows all the
forces of the world and reads all the souls of humankind and the great book of
their destiny. Invisibly he rules eight hundred million men on the surface of
the earth and they will accomplish his every order."
Prince Chultun Beyli added, "This
(Note: According to one source there is a
vast underground city named TELOS deep beneath Mt. Shasta in northern
California, inhabited by blond humans claiming descent from the Uighers,
Naga-Mayas, and Quetzals - and possibly even the ancient Greeks, since the very
word 'Telos' is a Greek word meaning 'uttermost'... and also there is the fact
that the Telosians may have interactions with those humans who dwell within the
caverns under the Panamint mountains of southern California, who originally
according to Paihute Indian tradition arrived in America in ancient times --
before migrating to the caverns -- in large rowing ships... such as the Greeks
possessed!? One of these 'Telosians', Sharula Dux, claims to be of subterranean
birth yet now lives in the surface world. She also claims that her people - the
Telosians - are under the direction of the 'King of the World of Agharti'.)
In it there is not much of the wonderful.
You know that in the two greatest oceans of the east and the west there were
formerly two continents (shortly following the 'deluge', according to some -
Branton). They disappeared under the
water but their people went into the subterranean kingdom. In underground caves
there exists a peculiar light which affords growth to the grains and vegetables
and long life without disease to the people. There
are
many different peoples and many different tribes.
