THE
UNDERGROUND EMPIRE 2
Some
years ago a woman by the name of Joan Howard, at the time
living in eastern Canada although originally from Britain,
wrote a manuscript in which she described her own paranormal
experiences with small "alien" entities. Joan had
experienced several UFO-type 'abduction-encounters' while
at a very young age when she still lived in Britain, and claimed
to have had 'psychic' contact with beings that claimed to
be of extraterrestrial origin. These experiences were accompanied
by a great deal of occult manifestations such as poltergeist
phenomena, psychic dreams, encounters with invisible entities,
etc. Joan even admitted that she often doubted the claims
of these 'beings', that their actions were manipulative and
just didn't seem to coincide with their claims that they were
here as some kind of group of cosmic saviors to lead humanity
into a New Age of enlightenment. She also warned other researchers
to retain a "keen, analytical mind" when dealing
with alien entities so as not to fall under possible deception
or manipulation. Perhaps, as she suggested to others, they
might actually be here to prepare for a future invasion of
this planet and were merely using her for various purposes
to help prepare the way, and that all of their 'benevolence'
talk was just that... talk! She DID describe vivid "dreams"
in which she saw alien craft hovering over major cities blasting
frightened and terrified people in the streets with powerful
beam weapons, dreams which she suggested might be somewhat
prophetic in nature. She described the entities as being small
or dwarfish, yet was unsure whether they were human or not,
although they DID attempt to pass themselves off as some type
of evolved human species, something which the 'grays' have
apparently done in order to break down any natural enmity
which might prevent their 'contactees' or 'abductees' from
receiving the lies which they intentionally fed them as part
of their program of conquest and control.
Joan
Howard, incidentally, wrote a privately published book, titled
"THE SPACE - OR SOMETHING - CONNECTION". We refer
to it here because it dealt with some experiences which she,
or rather her husband, had shortly after she came to America.
In fact she devoted an entire chapter to her husbands account,
which involved some incidents that took place while he was
doing some field work for a certain company, which required
a great deal of activity in the out-of-doors. During his employment
with this company, 'they' (he and his co-workers) had to travel
through some relatively unpopulated terrain in West Virginia,
particularly in the regions between Newville in Braxton county,
and Helvetia in Randolph county, or rather the general region
in and around the northern part of Webster county.
During
their travels through the forests and wilderness, and the
rolling hills-mountains of West Virginia, he had encountered
some very strange things, and heard accounts of strange cave-
related incidents from the locals. At one point, he claimed,
their group ran across what appeared to be a pipe sticking
up from the ground far from the nearest town. There was no
other sign of civilization or anything manmade for miles on
either side, yet here was this large pipe or tube sticking
straight up from the ground. But the most remarkable thing
was that a flame was shooting out of the pipe as if it were
burning some type of gas. They never found out just what it
was. Also, in this same general area, they explored caverns
which contained some very strange things. One of the caverns
had strange hieroglyphic-like writing on it's walls, and others
claimed that they heard what sounded like faint voices and
sounds like machines moving underground coming as if from
beyond the walls of the caverns, or from their unexplored
depths. Two men, he claimed, bedded down one night in front
of a certain cave which contained a very deep, unexplored
chasm some ways inside. The next morning one of the men woke
up and found that his partner had disappeared, and no trace
was ever found of him. This particular cave by the way had
been known as a place of unusual happenings, and a place to
stay away from. Some even went so far as to call it 'Satan's
Lair'. Whatever the case may be, it may provide an answer
to the man's disappearance. One of the most remarkable accounts
that Joan's husband heard involved a man who claimed that,
while exploring the labyrinthine depths of a particular cavern
in the area, he had suddenly come face to face with a woman.
She was attractive yet completely void of hair (such as someone
who might have been subjected to radiation poisoning?). The
woman, who spoke a language completely foreign to the man,
tried for some time to communicate. After they found that
they were not getting anywhere, they departed and went their
separate ways.
According
to an item which appeared in THE LEADING EDGE Magazine, a
well-known Los Angeles talk show host by the name of Ken Hudnell
announced over the air on November 3rd, 1989, his intention
to take a group to visit one of the ancient underground cities,
which he says has an entrance 60 miles from Anaheim, California.
In 1962,
a researcher by the name of Chuck Edwards released some of
his own discoveries concerning the 'Western Subsurface Drainage
Network' which seems to cover parts of Utah, Nevada, and Southern
California, where are located many drainage systems which
do not ultimately flow into the Pacific ocean (via surface
rivers, that is), but instead made their way underground into
a vast subterranean drainage system. His letter appeared in
issue A-8 of 'THE HIDDEN WORLD', one of the few specialized
publications which grew out of the Palmer-Shaver controversy
of the late 1940's. We quote Mr. Edwards' comments here in
part (Note; These comments are addressed in a letter to Richard
S. Shaver):
This
letter is in reply to your January 31 letter. Please forgive
me for not answering sooner. Enclosed is some material I hope
that you can glean something of value (from). Please be as
candid as you have been in the past and if I am far off base
don't hesitate to tell me...
Our foundation
has located a vast system of underground passages in the Mother
Lode country of California. They were first discovered in
1936, ignored by all even with our best efforts to reveal
them. Recently a road crew blasted out an opening verifying
our claims. ONE (of the chambers is) 200 feet long, 70 feet
wide and 50 feet high. We have disclosed what we believe to
be a vast subterranean drainage system (probably traversing
the Great American Desert country for a distance of more than
600 miles). We believe this system extends out like five fingers
of your hand to such landmarks as Zion Canyon in Utah, the
Grand Canyon, another runs south from the Carson Sink in Nevada
and yet another follows (below) the western slope of the same
range, joining it's counterpart and ending somewhere in the
Mojave Desert. We believe, contrary to orthodox geologists,
that the existence of this underground system drains all surface
waters running into Nevada (none, with the exception of the
Armagosa runs out) and accounts for the fact that it is a
Great American Desert. The hairy creatures that you have written
about have been seen in several of these areas. Certainly
there has been much 'saucer' activity in these parts. For
two years I have collected material pertinent to these creatures
and if you have any opinions along these lines I would appreciate
hearing them.
"So
much for now. I hope that I am still your friend. Much of
my time has been devoted (to) helping a farmer near Portland
who has made a fantastic discovery of incredible stone artifacts.
He has several tons of them. They predate anything yet found
(or accepted) let us say that for now. We are making slow
but steady progress in getting through the wall of orthodoxy.
- Chuck Edwards."
Still
another possible area in the Mojave Desert region which may
connect to this subsurface network involved 'Iron Mountain',
one of the peaks in the El Paso Mountains northeast of Mojave,
California. There are many bizarre accounts connected with
this mountain, which apparently got it's name in part from
the many old mines which can be found there, along with numerous
natural cavities which open out to the surface in many different
areas. The area has allegedly been the site of certain activity
concerning native American Indian occult practices, as well
as the site of alleged secret government activity, some of
which reportedly involves the observation and monitoring of
strange creatures and/or automatons which are said to emerge
from the area on certain occasions. Just exactly what these
'creatures' are is uncertain, but some accounts indicate that
they are dangerous! Could it also be a 'magnetic' zone due
to the high iron content?
Following
the Sierra Nevada range from here into the northern territories,
one arrives at the Cascade Range, consisting mostly of dormant
or extinct volcanic mountains which rise at intervals through
northern California, Oregon and Washington and into southwestern
Canada.
The Cascade
Range is not without it's own peculiar accounts of subterranean
recesses occupied by unknown beings, both human and non-human,
who apparently re-discovered what apparently are parts of
ancient antediluvian subsurface networks, which were at one
time inhabited by a race of highly technological (though extremely
violent and warlike) beings, perhaps both human AND reptilian!?
There are many unanswered questions as to just how the subsurface
world was used, or exactly what part it played, in relation
to these ancient subterranean races, but the following account
may explain some of these mysteries and help us to see the
entire 'picture' more clearly.
Some
years ago a man by the name of Ralph B. Fields submitted the
following account to AMAZING STORIES Magazine (Dec. 1946 issue,
pp. 155-157), with the assurance that it was true and actually
happened. However, we must be cautious of every tale of this
type which might be presented yet at the same time not deny
the possibility of it happening as well. We will leave the
reader to draw their own conclusions concerning the account,
which we quote as follows:
In beginning
this narrative and the unexplained events that befell my friend
and myself, I offer no explanation, nor do I even profess
to offer any reason. In fact, I have yet to find a clue that
will, even in part, offer any explanation whatever. Yet as
it did happen, there must be some rhyme or reason to the whole
thing. It may be that someone can offer some helpful information
to a problem that just should not exist in these times of
enlightenment.
To begin
with, if we had not been reading an article in a magazine
telling us about the great value of guano (i.e. bat droppings
in old caves, which are said to be extremely effective as
a fertilizer - Branton) that have accumulated over a great
number of years, we would have continued to wend our merry
way through life without ever having a thing to worry about.
But having
read the article as we were at the time living near a small
town called Manten in Tehama County, California, we thought
that that would be a good country to explore for a possible
find to this kind. After talking it over for some time and
as we had plenty of time just then, we decided to take a little
trip up the country just back of us. As we were almost at
the foot of Mount Lassen, that seemed the best place to conduct
our little prospecting tour.
So collecting
a light camping outfit, together with a couple of tents to
sleep in, we started out on what we expected to be a three-
or four-day jaunt up the mountain.
I guess
we covered about ten or twelve miles on the third day and
it was fast approaching time to begin to look for a place
to spend the night and the thought was not very amusing as
it had turned a little colder and we were well over 7,000
feet above sea level.
We soon
found a sheltered place beneath a large outcrop of rock and
set about making a camp. As I was always the cook and Joe
the chore boy, I began getting things ready to fix us some
grub and Joe began digging around for some dead scrub brush
to burn. I had things all ready and looked around for Joe
and his firewood. But I could see no signs of him. I began
calling for him and he soon came into sight from around the
very rock where we were making our camp. And I knew he was
laboring under some great excitement and his face was lit
up like a Christmas tree.
He had
found a cave. The entrance was on the other side of that very
rock. He was all for exploration right away. But I argued
that we had better wait till morning. But he argued that in
a cave it was always night and we would have to use flashlights
anyway, so what would be the difference? Well, we finally
decided that we would give it at least a once-over after we
had a bite to eat.
It wasn't
much to call a cave at first as it had a very small entrance,
but back about 20 feet it widened out to about 10 feet wide
and around eight feet high. And it did reach back a considerable
distance as we would see at least 100 yards and it appeared
to bend off to the left. The floor sloped slightly down.
We followed
to the bend and again we could see a long way ahead and down.
At this
point we became a little afraid as we were some way into the
mountain. The idea of being inside so far seemed to make us
a little afraid. But we reasoned that inasmuch as there were
no branches or connecting caves we could not get lost and
therefore had nothing to be afraid of. So we went on.
We found
no sign of anything that we could imagine to be our much sought
guano nor signs of any animals being inside the cave.
I don't
know how far we went, but it must have been a mile or two,
as we kept on walking and the cave never changed it's contour
or size. Noticing this I mentioned it to Joe. And we discovered
an amazing thing. The floor seemed to be worn smooth as though
it had been used for a long time as a path or road. The walls
and ceiling of the cave seemed to be cut like a tunnel. It
was solid rock and we knew that no one would cut a tunnel
there out of rock as there had been no sign of mining operations
(tailings). And the rock in the walls and ceiling was run
together like it had been melted. Or fused from a great heat.
While
we were busy examining the cave in general, Joe swore he saw
a light way down in the cave. We started down the cave once
more and found a light. Or should I say the light found us
as it was suddenly flashed into our faces. We stood there
blinded by it for a minute until I flashed my light at it's
source and saw we were confronted by three men.
These
men looked to be about 50 or a little younger. They were dressed
in ordinary clothing such as is worn by most working men in
the locality. Levi type pants and flannel shirts and wool
coats. They wore no hats. But THEIR SHOES LOOKED STRANGE AS
THEIR SOLES WERE SO THICK that they gave the impression of
being made of wood. (John Keel's book 'THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES'
describes men who were seen wearing THICK-SOLED shoes in connection
to MIB reports - Branton)
We just
stood there for a minute or two and looked at them. We had
no idea there was anybody within miles of us and there stood
three men looking at us in a cave a mile or so in the depths
of old Mount Lassen.
I was
scared. We were unarmed. And we knew nothing about these men.
One of them spoke to us. He asked what we were looking for.
I told him, but I could see he didn't believe it. We both
tried to convince him, but he just smiled. We had a little
argument with him, but fearing they might be some criminal
gang in hiding, we came to the conclusion that we had better
retreat. Turning to go we were confronted by two more of them.
I can't
find any words to express the fear and utter helplessness
I felt in finding our retreat cut off. I do remember having
remarked to Joe, 'Well, it looks like we are behind the well-known
eight-ball.' I sure didn't feel as jovial as I spoke either.
One of the strangers told us, 'I think maybe you had better
come with us.'
We were
in no position to argue, though we both would have liked to
do a little of that right there, but we had no way of enforcing
our arguments. Where could a hero gain any credit in a place
like that? So we permitted the five to escort us deeper into
the depths of old Lassen.
They
had led us farther down and I guess we had gone a couple more
miles when we came to the first thing that really amazed us.
We came
to a place where the cavern widened out a little and we saw
some kind of machine, if it can be called that. Though I had
no chance to examine it closely at the time, I did later and
it was a very strange contrivance. It had a very flat bottom,
but the front was curved upward something like a toboggan.
The bottom plate was about eight inches thick and it was the
color of pure copper. But it was very hard tempered. Although
I have had a lot of experience in metals and alloys, I had
no opportunity to examine it closely enough to determine just
what it was. I doubt very much if I could. It had a seat in
the front directly behind a heavy dashboard affair and there
was a dial shaped in a semi-circle with figures or markings
on it. I had not the slightest idea what they stood for, but
they were very simple to remember. If there was a motor, it
was in the rear. All I could see was two horseshoe or magnet-shaped
objects that faced each other with the round parts to the
outside. When this thing was in operation, a brilliant green
arc seemed to leap between the two and to continue to glow
as it was in operation. The only sound it gave off was a hum
or buzz that sounded like a battery charger in operation.
The seat
in the front was very wide. The only method of operation was
a black tear-shaped object which hung from the panel by a
chain. One of these men sitting in the middle took this thing
and touched the sharp end to the first figure on the left
side of the dial.
When
he touched the first figure, the contraption seemed to move
almost out from under us. But it was the smoothest and quietest
take-off I ever experienced. We seemed to float. Not the slightest
sound or vibration. And after we had traveled for a minute
he touched the next figure on the dial and our speed increased
at an alarming rate. But when he had advanced the black object
over past the center of the dial, our speed increased until
I could hardly breathe. I can't begin to estimate the distance
we had traveled or our speed, but it was terrific. The two
horseshoe objects in the rear created a green light that somehow
shone far ahead of us, lighting up the cavern for a long way.
I soon noticed a black line running down the center of the
cavern and our inner-mountain taxi seemed to follow that.
I don't
know how long we continued our mad ride, but it was long enough
for us to become used to the terrific speed and we had just
about overcome our fear of some kind of wreck when we were
thrown into another spasm of fear.
Another
machine of the same type was approaching us head on. I could
see that our captors were very nervous, but our speed continued.
As the other machine became closer our speed slowed down very
fast and we came to a smooth stop about two feet from the
front of the other machine.
Our machine
had no sooner stopped than our captors leaped from the machine
and started to dash away. A fine blue light leaped from the
other machine in a fine pencil beam and it's sweep caught
them and they fell to the cavern and lay still. "The
figures dismounted from the other machine and came close to
us. Then I noticed they carried a strange object in their
hands. It resembled a fountain pen flashlight with a large,
round, bulb-like affair on the back end and a grip something
like a German luger. They pointed them at us.
After
seeing what had happened to our erstwhile captors I thought
that our turn was next, whatever it was. But one spoke to
us.
'Are
you surface people?'
'I guess
we are, as this is where we came from very recently.'
'Where
did the horlocks find you?'
'If you
mean those guys there,' I pointed to the five motionless figures,
'back there a few hundred miles.' I pointed toward the way
we had come in our wild ride.
'You
are very fortunate that we came this way,' he told us. 'You
would have also become horlocks and then we would have had
to kill you also.' That was the first time I had realized
that the others were dead.
They
put their strange weapons away and seemed friendly enough,
so I ventured to ask them the who and why and everything we
had run into. I told them of our search for guano and how
we had encountered the five horlocks - as he called them.
And also asked him about the machines and their operation
and could we get out again? He smiled and told us.
'I could
not tell you too much as you would not understand. There are
so many things to explain and you could not grasp enough of
what I could myself tell you. The people on the surface are
not ready to have the things that the ancients have left.
Neither I nor any one in any of the caverns know why these
things work, but we do know how to operate some of them. However,
there are a great many evil people here who create many unpleasant
things for both us and the surface people. They are safe because
no one on the surface believes us or them. That is why I am
telling you this. No one would believe that we exist. We would
not care, but there are many things here that the outer world
must not have until they are ready to receive them, as they
would completely destroy themselves, so we must be sure that
they do not find them. As for the machine, I don't know how
it works. But I know some of the principles of it. It works
simply by gravity. And it is capable of reverse. The bottom
plate of it always is raised about four inches from the surface
of the floor. That is why there is no friction and has such
a smooth operation. This object suspended from this chain
is pure carbon. It is the key to the entire operation. As
I told you before, I cannot explain why it runs, but it does.
We want you two to return to where you came and forget about
us. We will show you how to operate the sled and we want you
never again to enter the cave. If you do and you do not encounter
the horlocks, we will have to do something about you ourselves
so it would not be advisable to try to return at all events.
One thing I can tell you. We never could permit you to leave
another time.'
He explained
to us the operation of the machine and in some way reversed
it's direction. So thanking them, we seated ourselves in the
sled, as he had called it, and were soon on our way back.
Our return
trip was really something we enjoyed, as I was sure not to
advance the carbon far enough on the dial to give us such
terrific speed, but we soon found ourselves where we started
from. The sled slid to a smooth stop and we jumped out and
started up the cave afoot.
We must
have walked a long way coming in, for we thought we never
would come to the surface. But at last we did. And it was
late afternoon when we emerged.
We lost
no time in making our way down the mountain, and Joe tells
me that he isn't even curious about what is in that cave.
But I
am. What is the answer to the whole thing? I would like to
know. We had been told enough for me to believe that down
there somewhere there are things that might baffle the greatest
minds of this Earth. Sometimes I'm tempted to go back into
that cave if I could find it again, which I doubt, but, then
I know the warning I heard in there might be too true, so
I guess I had better be of the same mind as Joe. He says:
"'What
we don't know don't hurt us.'"
Regardless
of "Joe's" opinion, however, there is reason to
believe that influences from these nether regions can and
do affect "us" in a profound way, and even the men
whom Ralph and Joe encountered, whoever they were, admitted
this fact.
Is there
anything else which we might be able to "read into"
this scenario, based on the accumulated data which we've given
in previous files? The men who were encountered do confirm
than an ancient (ante-deluvian?) race did in fact leave behind
extremely sophisticated technology, and it is probably true
that man in his largely unregenerate state might be influenced
to destroy themselves with these sophisticated machinery if
given the chance. Then again the so-called Horlocks (perhaps
the same as the 'cybernized', mind-altered and controlled
"Men In Black" described by John Keel and others!?)
have seemingly utilized such technology without utterly destroying
themselves. This could be due to the fact that their 'controllers'
(the serpent races?) realize the dangers of such technology
and desire to conquer without destroying that which they are
conquering. Also, man already has enough 'technology' in the
form of nuclear weaponry, etc., to destroy himself many times
over, but no use adding fuel to the fire as they say. As for
these underground or subsurface people, they are apparently
part of a race or races who discovered these recesses either
hundreds or thousands of years ago, or perhaps different groups
who discovered this network throughout this entire period
of time. The 'horlocks' seem to be a group working under an
evil influence, for instance--as we've said--possibly that
of the serpent race, since there have been documented CONNECTIONS
uncovered between the MIB and the Serpent Race as we have
seen and will continue to see. The previous account tends
to indicate that once one becomes a 'horlock' (via some mind-altering
method of control, re-programming or implantation-cybernization!?)
they become a threat to both surface and subsurface dwellers
who are trying to live an existence free from conflict. We
would suggest that NO ONE who still possesses a human soul
is completely out of the reach of God's power to deliver them
from any evil influence UNTIL they have left this life, at
which point it WILL be too late. There have been some who
have suggested that a human body could, through advanced techromancy
or technological-necromantic manipulation, be "killed",
it's "soul-matrix" removed, and revived as an operating
organism controlled by another non-physical entity or a bio-computer.
As strange as it may sound, this would be a hi-tech version
of the ancient 'zombie' legends which supposedly involve the
possession of a human being by a demonic entity after that
person has 'died', or the hypnotizing of a living soul via
drugs, etc., into a perpetual catatonic state of control and
servitude to a sorcerer, etc. Could this explain why some
of the so-called 'Men In Black' appear to be more mechanical
than human, spouting off monotone phrases like a programmed
computer? We would suggest however that such horrible perversions
of nature, if they in fact exist, would not include ALL of
the entities who might be classified under the term 'MIB'
or Men In Black, who have been described as being anything
from government silencers to alien humans to implanted humans
to cybernized humans to androids to reptilian-like beings
attempting to pass themselves off as humans. Perhaps this
whole gamut of 'alien' entities just mentioned are involved
together in the draconian control scenario!?
We would
suggest that if a "human" or even a "human-hybrid"
or hu-brid still retains some semblance of a human soul, there
must be a way of breaking the mental "control" of
over such a soul that may be captive to a malevolent power,
if that soul is willing, rather than by killing them in order
to subdue their influence. The Ralph Fields account referred
to SEVERAL inhabited caverns, obviously connected with this
underground sub- way system. Also, the fact that the 'horlocks'
wore surface clothing would indicate that they probably operate
jointly below and above ground, mixing with the inhabitants
of the upper world as Keel and others have alleged.
Others
have described strange activities surrounding Mt. Lassen,
suggesting that this area IS in fact a "battleground"
between benevolent and malevolent powers. Some have stated
that there is an "alien" atmosphere about the place,
others have described strange "voices" which seem
to come from nowhere, while still others have described "showers"
or rocks ranging in size from small pea-like pebbles to basketball-size
stones in a few cases. This 'might' result from volcanic activity,
then again, it might not.
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