CHAP'IER III

MALTA--ENTRANCE TO IBE CAVERN WORLD

There are some who affirm that Gibraiter gets its monkeys through ah · Atlante an tunnel. Certainly British officers on Gibral ter do not deny the fact that their ape friends corre and go, yet they cannot explain how or why. A New York woman, in a responsible adrni.nistra.ti ve posi ti-on in education, tells of the Dutch submarine which discovered Atlantean tunnels and of the· submar­ine' s captain who told h~r that the caverns had fresh air:

"I visited some friends on the Island of Malta in the Mediterranean in the mid-1930's. One afternoon six of us decided to hire a car and visit sore of the many historical attractions on the island. Since the weather was very hot, one of our party suggested that our best bet was to visit the caves and underground temples. At least there we could keep cool for a few hours . 1

"Some few miles out of the capital city of Valletta is the little town of Paula. It has only one main street, Hal Saflini, and on this is the entrance to an underground temple known as the hypogaeum of Hal Saflini. We stbpped here and sought out the guide for a tour of the cave or catacombs of the Hypogaeum.

"There was a fairly large cave entrance with ancient mural decorations of whirls and -wavy lines, diamond patches here and there, also oval patterns seem­ingly painted with red ochre. The entrance itself was damp and mouldy, but inside the cave there was not a trace of mustiness. Our.guide, Joe, told us there were three floors of underground rooms, and gave each of us a lighted candJ.:.e.

"One by one we bent down low to walk through a narrow passage which led to a step or two. Again we were able to stand up in a fair-sized room which had

'-been cut out of the Malta sandstone aeons ago in the Stone Age. Joe told of a powerful oracle ( or wishing well) deep down, and how it had worked wonders in the old days for the initiated who knew the correct sound to use. I think the oracle still works today unless it was damaged. Mal ta was heavily bombar­ded during World War II.

"The oracle was supposed to work only if a male voice called to it, but as the guide was explaining this to us, I slipped down a small step and gave a yell that was picked up by something and magnified throughout the whole cave.

"We followed the guide through more narTOw passages which led down, down, down , then straightened our backs again when we came into another room. In

1. Countess Blavastskaya' s Isis Unveiled, and her Secret Doctrine. The "key" to the riddle of the tt.nmel entrances lies in the proper deciphering of the nwstery writing, carved on the rock known as the "tomb of the Incas II ne.ar Arica, now a port in Chile.

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this large opening was a circular stone table, or al tar, in the center of the room. Cut out of the rock walls around were layers of stone beds or~ places of sorre kind, with hollows scooped out for head, body, and narrowing to the feet. I inagine these were places for adults about four feet tall, wi. th smaller scooped out beds. It looked like: rrother, father and child either slept or were buried here, although we saw no bodies.

"DJwn, down, down again, stooping and crawling through a narrow passage into another large room, with slits or narrow openings in the stone wall.

11 'The dead were buried in here , ' explained the guide.

11I peered through a slit and saw skeletons piled up one on top of arother. 'Ihrough a second slit I · looked into a cave where, the guide said, they kept their prisoners. A three foot thick stone door, about four feet high and four feet wide, guaroed the entrance. I wondered what kind of people, an~ of what great strength, would have been able to carve out these room to a defi­nite pattern and to rrove doors this thick and heavy.

11 'This is the end of the tour,' our guide told us. 'We--nust IXM turn and retrace our steps . '

" 'But what is <bwn there? ' I asked; for on turning I noticed arnther opening off one of the walls.

11 'Go there at your own risk,' he replied, 'you won' t go far.'

"I was all for exploring, and talking it over with my friends, three of them decided to go with me, and two waited with the guide, I was wearing a · =::g sash around my dress, and since I decided to lead the group I asked the next one behind rre to hold on to it. Clutching our half-burnt candles , the four == us ducked into this passage, which was narrower and lower than the others.

"Groping and laughing our way along, I came out first, onto a ledge path­way about two feet wide, with a sheer drop about fifty feet or nore oo my right, and a wall on my left . I took a step forward, close to the rode wall side. The person behind me, still holding on to my sash, had not yet enez~ from the passage. It was quite a drop, and thinking that perhaps I should g;:> no further without the guide, I held up my candle.

"There across the cave, from an opening deep below me, emerged twenty persons of giant stature. In single file they walked along a narrow ledge. : judged their height to be about twenty or twenty-five feet, since their heads carre about half way up the opposite wall. They walked ver:y slowly, taking lalg s trides. Then they all stopped, turned and raised t heir heads in my dir­ection . All simultaneously raised t heir arms , and with their hands beckoned ::e . The rrovement was something like snatching or feeling for sonething, as the palms of their hands were face down. Terror rooted me to the swt.

" 'Go on, we' re all getting stuck in the passage! ' my friend jerlced at J:!y sash. 'What's the natter? '

11 'Well , there' s nothing much t o see,' I s tamnered, taking another step forward .

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aces of sorre kind, with hollows scooped out for head, body, and narrowing to the feet. I imagine these were places for adults about four feet tall, with si:aaller scooped out beds. It looked like: rrother, father and child either

ept or were buried here, although we saw no bodies.

111:x:>wn, down, down again, stooping and crawling through a narrow passage into another large room, with slits or narrow openings in the stone wall.

11 'The dead were buried in here , ' explained the guide.

11I peered through a slit and saw skeletons piled up one on top of another, ugh a second slit I looked into a cave where, the guide said, they kept

their prisoners. A three foot thick stone door, about four feet high and fun, feet wide, guarded the entrance. I wondered what kind of people , and of lihat great strength, would have been able to carve out these rooms to a defi­nite pattern and to rrove doors this thick and heavy.

11 'This is the end of the tour, ' our guide told us . 'We- must now turn aid retrace our steps. '

" 'But what is down there? ' I asked; for on turning I noticed another opening off one of the walls.

" 'Go there at your own risk, ' he replied, 'you won't go far. '

"I was all for exploring, and talking it over with my friends, three of them decided to go with me, and two waited with the guide. I was wearing a long sash around rey dress , and since I decided to lead the group I asked the next one behind ire to hold on to it. Clutching our half-burnt candles , the four of us ducked into this passage, which was narrower and lower than the others.

"Groping and laughing our way along, I came out first, onto a ledge path­way about two feet wide, with a sheer drop about fifty feet or more on rey right, and a wall on rey left. I took a step forward, close to the rock wall side. The person behind me, still holding on to rey sash, had not yet emerged from the passage. It was quite a drop, and thinking that perhaps I should go no further without the guide, I held up rey candle.

"There across the cave, from an opening deep below me, emerged twenty persons of giant stature. In single f i le they walked along a narrow ledge. I judged their height to be about twenty or twenty-five feet, since their heads carre about half way up the opposite wall. They walked very slowly, taking long stri des. Then t hey all stopped, turned and raised their heads in rey dir­ection. All simultaneously raised thei r arms, and with their hands beckoned rre. The rrovernent was something like snatching or f eeling for sorrething, as the palms of their hands were face down. Terror rooted me to the swt.

" 'Go on, we ' re all get ting st uck in the passage!' rey friend jerked at II'!Y sash. 'What's the natter?'

11 'Well, there's nothing much to see,' I stanmered, taking another step forward.

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"My candle was in my right hand. I put my left hand on the wall to who was

steady me, and stopped again. My hand wasn't on cold rock, but on som:thir,a 11 .

soft and wet. As it rroved a strong gust of wind came from nowhere and blew :a le my candle! Now in the darkness· I ,was really scared! peop

" 'Go back, ' I yelled to the others , 'go back and guide me back by my sash. My candle has gone out and I can't see! ' that fi

school "In utter panic I backed into the1 .narrow little passageway and forced ---... d~

others back too, until . we had backed into the large room where Joe and my fr 9 try ~ were waiting. What a relief that was! are

" 'Well, did you see anything?' one of them asked. 'No,' I quickly re­plied. · 'There was a draft in there that blew my candle out. '

" ' Let 's go , ' said our guide .

11I looked up at him. Our eyes net. I knew that at one ti.Ire he had seen what I had seen. 'There was an expression of caution in his eyes , adding to my reluctance to tell anyone. I decided not to.

"Out in the open again and in the hot Mal ta sunshine , we thanked the guidll and as we tipped him he looked at me.

" 'If you really are interested in exploring further, it would be wise to join a group. 'There is a schoolteacher who is going to take a party exploring soon, ' he said.

"I left my address with him and asked him to have the schoolteacher get in touch with me. I never heard any more about it until one of my friends called re to read an item from the Valletta paper.

11 'I say, !.Dis, remember that tunnel you wanted to explore? It says here in the paper that a schoolmaster and thirty students went exploring, and appar­ently got as far as we did. They were roped together and the end of the rope was tied to the opening of the cave. As the last student turned the corner where your candle blew out the rope was clean cut, and none of the party was found because the walls caved in. '

"The shock of this information didn't change my determination not to say anything about JJ\Y experience in the Hypogaeum. Several rronths later JJ\Y sister visited Malta and insisted on making a tour of the underground temple on Hal Saflini. Reluctantly I went along, retracing the same route; but there was a different guide this time. When we arrived at the lowest level and the room where I had taken off to explore, I found the tunnel entrance boarded up!

11 'Wasn't it here that the schoolmaster and the thirty students got trap­ped?' I asked the guide.

11 'Perhaps , ' he replied, with a noncornmi ttal shrug of the shoulders , and refused to say anything more. It's impossible to inveigle into talking a Maltese who doesn't want to talk.

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11 'I don't know any Joe. ' He shook his head. 'I alone have . been showing people around this· catacomb for years. '

"Who was this guide? And why did Joe disappear after we left Hal Saflini that first time? And why is it impossible to get any facts on the disappearing school children story? In the summer of 1960, Louise Becker visited Malta during her European trip. She searched old newspaper files and the museum, trying to find sorre facts to substantiate my story, but in vain. 'The Maltese are tightlipped about the secrets of their island,"

In 1939 two young Americans made a leisurely bicycle tour of Malta, with plenty of time to get acquainted and to ride around the island with local teen­agers. They visited Hal Saflini, too, and proved the startling amplifying power of the "oracle". They also picked up this sad infornation from their Maltese friends:

Years ago one could walk underground from one end of Malta to the other, but all entrances were closed by the government because of a tragedy. On a sightseeing trip, comparable to a nature study tour in our own schools, a number of elementary children and their teachers descended into the tunneled maze and did not return. For weeks nothers declared that they heard wailing and screaming from the tm­derground. But nUJIErous excavations and searching parties brought no trace of the . lo1t souls . After three weeks they finally were given up for dead.

Is it not now evident that one Atlantean ttmnel crossroads must be in Malta?

The entrances to the tunnels are not only in the places we have named; they are also in such well known locations as the Cathedral of Notre Dame , the catacombs of the V9-tican, Chartres Cathedral (itself a famous mystery school in · days gone by) , and other locations that even the author prefers not to rr.en­tion at this time.

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Dr. Wachsmuth of the Goethaenum in Domach, Switzerland, says:

But from below also forces alien to the human being penetrate into his sensible-supersensible nature. These nature forces, dif­fering in character and strength on the various continents, tend through their action either to loosen the human being too much from his bodily organization or to bind him too closely to this. IN DIF­FERENT WAYS THEY RADIATE INTO THE FINE STRUCTURE OF PERSONS UVING IN VARIOUS PARTS OF THE WORLD DISTURBING THEIR BALA!'JCE AND BRINGING

Walters, "Wanderers Awheel in Malta, 11 National Geographic Magazine, August, 1940.

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ABOUT ONE-SIDEDNESS ... They tend to create -in man an alien struc­ture, a sort of 'second-self' which threatens to mask the individ.'... ual being. . . • ·

- ----AND '!HEN DR. SI'EINER DROPS HIS BOMB-----• • • this is all the m:>st i.nq:,ortant for the reason that CERI'AIN

CIRCLES desire to keep IP.an · ignorant of these facts , in order to carry out through these forces destructive power experiments ... 1

It is these CERI'AIN CIRCLES who still operate today by the methods he outlines, and who are able to keep their secrets, conpletely surrounded by Jl1Y'ths, from the public of the best inforrned nations of the world. This truly incredible truth is one which has escaped historians and political writers, and one which is considered heretic by sorre religious groups. It is respected by Steiner's followers and by Masonic orders.

But let us ponder to the 'depths of the subconscious the staterrent of Dr. Steiner when he says there are CERI'AIN GROUPS today who control the "sensible­supersensible" structure of the human beings of this planet. Can it be that here we have the key to the real political control of the nations of this planet even in this day?

This extraordinary truth is very difficult for the uninitiated to under­stand or comprehend. This is the "derron theory of government" which is pooh­poohed by political scientists when it is even hinted at by those who know e\lel just a portion . of the story, but who cannot prove it.

There are those who have asked why it is that "certain forces" caused std rren as General George Patton, Count Folke Bernadotte, Senator Joseph McCarthy, Jarres Forrestal, Dag Harnmerschold, and many others lesser known to leave this material ,plane prematurely in ~he mid-twentieth century.

Can we determine the incredible answer? Were theY: pe?lh~(ps victims of a war in heaven projected to the ~arthly plane of the material?

1. Wachsmuth, biography. of Rudolf Steiner, pg. 32 3. 85

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