The following account was given by Reinhold O. Schmidt (1897–1974) concerning his encounter with a hidden chamber in Egypt which he said contained the actual cross, and other artifacts, connected with the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. He was led to this chamber by a mysterious man who he only identifies as "Mr. X", who seemed to have intimate knowledge of this ancient (great?) pyramidal chamber. Here, in his own words, is his story:

"...We had only just arrived but, already, my mind was buzzing with fascinating new thoughts. I saw that tours for visitors were being conducted through the Pyramid, but we did not join these groups.

Instead we went off in a different direction, and shortly I realized that we were alone. We went down through many subterranean corridors and made several turns as we walked along. In one corridor I notice off-shoot passages leading into it, but we passed them by. I am six feet, two inches tall, and some of the passages were low enough that it was necessary to stoop in order to get through. There were signs about, warning people to watch out for low ceilings.

As we followed Mr. X, he seemed to have a specific destination in mind, rather than taking us merely on a sight-seeing tour. I was absorbed in my thoughts, but no amount of imagination on my part could have prepared me for the startling revelation which was soon to confront us! I don't know whether or not the ladies knew what we were going to see, but I suspect they did.

Presently Mr. X pulled out a small pencil-like light and flashed it against a section of blank wall in the corridor.

Imagine my surprise when a heavy stone door, about three feet thick, opened gradually, just enough to let us pass through. Before it opened its outlines had not been perceptible at all.

As we passed through the secret door and it closed slowly behind us, we entered a corridor about seven feet high and five feet wide. It was very dark and I saw no signs at all. As we started to walk two abreast down the corridor (approximately 60 feet long), Mr. X flashed his light into the darkness and a room at the end gradually filled with light. Later I recalled that there had been no odor of mustiness, which one might usually expect in a room which had been closed for a long time...

I really don't know how to describe the feelings that overcame me. I was completely awake and more alert and aware than I have ever been in my life, and I knew that this was a true experience! To say that I felt awe in the presence of this simple man, who was so wise, so powerful and yet so unassuming a being is indeed an understatement. I do not yet know why he revealed to an ordinary Earth man a secret that has been hidden from the world since the crucifixion of Jesus.

With an effort I force my mind to dwell on our present surrounding. It was then I realized that we stood in a triangular room...

I was stunned at what I saw.

There stood a huge wooden cross of what looked like dark red wood. The heavy pieces dovetailed into each other and were held together with wooden spikes. In the end of each crosspiece was a spike hole, and down low on the main beam was a footrest, in which there were also spike holes. I was overwhelmed with the significance of what had happened on that cross, such a long time ago. I was thoroughly shaken... and feelings of horror and pity swept over me.

On a table nearby I saw a pair of sandals and a robe, which was an eggshell white, linen-like material. I winced as I saw a crown of thorns beside it. My friends did not need to explain to me Who had worn those garments.

I felt heavy with sadness at the thought of man's savagery which had taken so many forms through the ages, and which, unfortunately, is still rampant...

Resting on dark wood tables were several circular stone bowls which were filled with precious stones of different sizes and shapes. There were diamonds as big around as quarters! For a moment I though how I'd like to have a handful. Mr. X immediately read my thought and remarked, "They would only bring you trouble." Then he told me that the jewels had been the gifts of the Wise Men.

There were bolts of beautiful silks and linens, along with objects made of gold, silver, copper and onyx. I noticed some long staffs, also, like the ones which are used by shepherds as they tend sheep. Mr. X said that all of these things will someday day be on display for all the people of Earth to see...

He did ascend into the clouds, as people claimed He did...

In the northeast corner... stood a desk on which there were thirty-two tablets of a heavy-quality paper, rather dark in color. It looked like papyrus, the parchment paper used by the people of olden times to record important data. They were about eighteen inches across, when open. I had expected to see some ancient language or symbols recorded on these parchments, but imagine my surprise when I found the events of the past, present, and future there described in modern day English, in black ink and written in a beautiful longhand. As I leafed through them, I notice that the pages seemed to be sewn together. Strangely enough, the records were not musty or even dusty, yet the room was not a vacuum. We could breathe easily, although there was no indication of a source of air.

The tablets told of events of the past, from the beginning of the world... Mr. X went on to tell us that there were other records buried in different underground areas that have never yet been revealed, and which pertain to the time beyond 1998 (which was as far into the future as THOSE records revealed)...

I learned, also, that there was another door leading from the room... but Mr. X didn't say when it would be opened... or by whom...

We had been inside... for about two hours when my friends asked me if I wanted to make any more notes. (Fortunately, Mr. X had suggested that I might want to bring along some note paper, and how right he was) I had made numerous notes and I replied that I thought I had taken down everything I needed to, and Mr. X said, "Alright, we'll leave then..." We stood... on the crackless stone floor, surrounded by the white limestone wall. I took a last look about me and, in doing so, I noticed that the ceiling was curved, rather than flat. Coming again to the end of the corridor, Mr. X flashed his little "pencil-light" toward the wall and the huge door opened again on us... As we went through into the corridor beyond, I looked back just in time to see the light... go softly out. The whole room was again in darkness as the great secret door closed behind us.

When we reached the surface again, we blinked for a few moments in the bright desert sun. The shadows were deepening, and my mind and heart were full. I didn't feel like talking and, fortunately, my companions understood. We got into the MG... with a lingering look at the imposing structure arising from the sand..."