Mariana Stjerna - Agartha: The Earth’s Inner World

Mariana Stjerna

Agartha
The Earths Inner World

SoulLink Publisher

2013 Mariana Stjerna and SoulLink Publisher

All Rights Reserved

ISBN 978-1482733464 (sc)

ISBN 978-91-978399-1-4 (ebook)

Also available on Kindle

First printed in Swedish 2010

Support with translation and publishing: Aaron Rose, USA

Front cover from black and white picture by Max Fyfield, Denmark

Other books in English by Mariana Stjerna:

On Angels Wings (2013)

The Bible Bluff (2013)

Mission Space (2013)

The Invisible People (2014)

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Contents

1. Saved by Beings from Inner Earth

An escape into eternity, or from eternity? With this thought I awoke from my meditation.

I might have been asleep or awake. Sometimes its difficult to tell the difference between dreaming and reality. You can actually experience reality in your sleep. Intangible things become tangible there. For me, it was a strange journey. And for me, it has become reality. But you are welcome to doubt my story until it can be proved. I have no proof yet!

A tall, young man with fair hair, cheerful blue eyes, regular features, and a shapely mouth a handsome, young man, in fact had appeared while I was meditating. He started talking, and in my head I could hear every word he said. I was amazed!

Hi Mariana! he said. My names Timothy, but Im called Tim. My surname is Brooke. Originally Im from Seattle, USA, but Ive emigrated, and these days I live inside the Earth. You probably wont believe me at first, but I think I can convince you. Thats my mission. Its time for people on the Earths surface to know that we exist.

Now Im going to tell you my story.

* * *

My father was a sea captain. He owned a small cargo boat which plied its trade along the coast between Seattle and Vancouver, Canada. I was brought up as a sailor, pretty much against my will, even though my mother didnt want me to go to sea. She thought her constant worry about my father was enough.

My mother was Swedish and my father of British stock. Thats why Im bilingual. They met on a cruise in the mid-20th century. Then I came along, and later on, my sister. All three of them are dead now, but I survived a shipwreck when I was nineteen. In spite of Mothers tears and pleadings that I wouldnt go to sea, I was fathers first mate by this stage, instead of staying in high school. Father was a resolute but fair man, and I loved him.

A terrible storm swept relentlessly over us, with waves as high as houses. Our little boat had weathered storms before, but this was like a volcano. We were close to the coast, which was rocky and inaccessible. Father wanted to anchor as close to the shore as possible, so we steered towards land. Our cargo was timber and it was heavy, but we didnt get very far before we were caught in a whirlpool which lifted the boat like a glove and threw it against the nearest cliff. I remember a terrible crash and my fathers otherwise stern face being close to mine.

I love you, my boy, he cried, with tears in his eyes. If we ride out this storm, Im never going to force you to go to sea ever again.

Those were his last words. The ship was torn apart, and I was in the sea, clinging to a log floating on the cold waves. I remember passing out. Father was gone, and the four others in the crew had disappeared.

Suddenly, I felt someone human nearby, and a boat was carrying me steadily forwards. Was this death? I lay in the bottom of the boat and tried to raise myself up on my elbows, but fell straight back down again. A friendly face with clear-cut features and long, fair hair bent over me, and at first I couldnt tell if it was male or female. I soon realized it was a man.

The boat entered a kind of well-lit tunnel decorated with paintings. It wasnt long before we were moored at a jetty. The fair-haired man and another one with dark hair lifted me up and helped me ashore.

Where am I, wheres my father? Where are the rest of the crew? Did the timber go down? The questions gushed from me in a rush.

Your father couldnt be saved, nor the crew or the cargo. You were clinging to a log which brought you straight to us. That saved your life. We were on the lookout for wrecked ships because of the storm. Youre inside the Earth now. Welcome! The man spoke excellent English.

Im Mannul Zerpa, and Im taking you to our world for some rest.

When I was younger, an old sailor told me many stories. One of these was about a world that existed inside the planet, and it completely fascinated me. Of course, Id thought it was just a sailors yarn. And yet here I was, in the middle of it, right in the middle of an old sailors tale! I pinched myself hard to make sure I wasnt dreaming. This couldnt be true but it was.

When can I return to Seattle? I asked.

Youll have to take that up later with someone else. Look around you! Youre walking on solid earth.

The light was strange when we came out of the tunnel or hole in the rock where the boat was tied up a strange glow in a strange summery landscape. I had left Seattle on a dark November morning, windy and drizzling. There had been leaves on the ground, and the sky was gray.

Here the air was clear, with a friendly sun beaming down on us. Glorious flowers lined our path. There were green trees and bushes everywhere. It was like a beautiful morning in a Canadian forest. I had been in forests like this many times with my father and uncle when I was younger, but this seemed sparser and lighter somehow, with more flowers.

Were just coming to the village where youre going to stay, announced my fair-haired savior, with a smile. My savior, literally!

I have to thank you, I stammered. You saved my life. Its just that I feel so confused. Im actually inside the Earth, below the soil, in some kind of village in a farming area?

Youll find out more when we get there, Mannul informed me. Ive saved lots of people from drowning. Your ship isnt the only one to go down outside these mountains. But its only the sea out there which is treacherous, the sea which belongs to the outer Earth. In here its calm and always summer.

And I had to make do with that.

We walked through the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen, before reaching a village with tall, round buildings. They seemed weirdly luminous, probably because of the stones they were made out of. I could hear birdsong in the luxuriant trees, and I saw squirrels and a small hare which crept behind a clump of grass. It was like the outside Earth, yet very different. Somehow, it was too perfect, like a film!

The houses surrounded what seemed to be a small market square, with a well in the center. We entered one of the houses. A hall with an arched roof led into a semi-circular room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The furniture in the room was what I would deem modern comfortable, beautifully-designed chairs and tables, yet different from furniture on Earth. Everything glowed, as if the furniture itself and the surrounding walls were alive. And the roof! It didnt exist! It was open at the top, with sunlight filtering softly through woven leaves and branches.

Mannul gestured for me to sit on a sofa by one of the unglazed windows, where I could see the amazing view outside. The friendly, fair-haired man disappeared after placing a cup in front of me. He would return soon, he said. He told me to drink up before his return.

I tasted the drink. It was wonderful, like a pale wine with a slight tang of honey. The first mouthful shot through my body like an arrow of fire, and I came around at once. Good grief, I thought, Ill be drunk! But I wasnt, even after drinking it all up. However, I did experience intense clarity of thought and great wellbeing.