The Inner Earth & Realm of Aghartha. It was just two o'clock in the morning when I was aroused from a restful sleep by the vigorous ringing of my doorbell. The untimely disturber proved to be a messenger bearing a note, scrawled almost to the point of illegibility, from an old Norseman by the name of Olaf Jansen. After much deciphering, I made out the writing, which simply said: .
Slightly stooped, and with his hands clasped behind him, he walked back and forth with slow and measured tread, that day when first we met. I can hardly say what particular motive impelled me to pause in my walk and engage him in conversation. He seemed pleased when I complimented him on the attractiveness of his bungalow, and on the well- tended vines and flowers clustering in profusion over its windows, roof and wide piazza. Before that he had been a fisherman off the coast of Norway, in the region of the Lofoden Islands, from whence he had made trips still farther north to Spitzbergen and even to Franz Josef Land. Although at the time I thought nothing of it, I remember now that he made a peculiar remark as I extended my hand in leave- taking. ![]() I am sure you will; and I shall show you my library and tell you many things of which you have never dreamed, things so wonderful that it may be you will not believe me. The old Norseman always expressed himself with so much earnestness and sincerity that I became enthralled by his strange narrations. The time has come to join my fathers in the great sleep. Indeed, there were many times that night by the old Norseman's couch, and there have been many times since, when a sensation rather than a conviction took possession of my very soul, and I seemed not only to believe in, but actually see, the strange lands, the strange people and the strange world of which he told, and to hear the mighty orchestral chorus of a thousand lusty voices. Finally he gave into my hands certain data, drawings and crude maps. If I can have your promise to give them to the world, I shall die happy, because I desire that people may know the truth, for then all mystery concerning the frozen Northland will be explained. ![]() There is no chance of your suffering the fate I suffered. They will not put you in irons, nor confine you in a mad- house, because you are not telling your own story, but mine, and I, thanks to the gods, Odin and Thor, will be in my grave, and so beyond the reach of disbelievers who would persecute. I am a Norwegian, although I was born in the little seafaring Russian town of Uleaborg, on the Eastern coast of the Gulf of Bothnia, the Northern arm of the Baltic Sea. When seven years old, I began going with my Father on his fishing trips along the Scandinavian coast. Disney Corporate Office Address Walt Disney Company 500 S Buena Vista St Burbank, CA 91521 Contact Disney Phone Number: (818) 560-1000 Fax Number: (818) 560-1930. October despite doing states Russia 14 hospital attacks main areas try sent child online involved person 16 running 7 13 wanted. After this I made regular. Father on all his fishing voyages. He possessed the gentleness of a woman in tender little ways, yet his determination and will- power were beyond description. His will admitted of no defeat. First of all, I was put in irons by the Captain of the. I told the truth about the marvelous discoveries made by my father and myself. But this was far from being the end of my tortures. He seemed interested, and invited me to go before certain officials and explain to them, as I had to him, the story of our travels and discoveries. Finally, on the seventeenth of October, 1. I was released. My Uncle was dead, and the friends. Indeed, a man over fifty years old, whose only known record is that of a madman, has no friends. This was but the beginning of other trips, and by frugal economy I. For twenty- seven years thereafter I followed the sea as a fisherman, five years working for others, and the last twenty- two for. Even at this late day I would be fearful of having any one see or know the things I am writing, and the records and maps I have in my keeping. When my days on Earth are finished, I shall leave maps and records that will enlighten and, I hope, benefit Mankind. I then came to America. Later, I came to Los. Angeles, arriving here March 4, 1. The date I well remember, as it was President Mc. Kamandag or Venom (International title) is a fantasy Philippine drama that aired on GMA Network from November 19, 2007 to April 25, 2008. Based from the graphic novel. Kinley's second inauguration day. I bought this humble home and determined, here in the privacy of my own abode, sheltered by my own vine and fig- tree, and with my books about me, to make maps and drawings of the new lands we had discovered, and also to write the story in detail from the time my Father and I left Stockholm until the tragic event that parted us in the Antarctic Ocean. A few days later we succeeded in doubling Sandhommar Point, and made our way through the sound which separates Denmark from the Scandinavian coast. In due time we put in at the town of. Getting the Court to Change Your Child Support Obligations. Courts will modify child support orders for a number of reasons and these changes can be temporary or.Christiansand, where we rested two days, and then started around the Scandinavian coast to the westward, bound for the Lofoden Islands. He was especially pleased with the sale of some ivory tusks that he had found on the west coast of Franz Joseph Land during one of his Northern cruises the previous year, and he expressed the hope that this time we might again be fortunate enough to load our little fishing- sloop with ivory, instead of cod, herring, mackerel and salmon. Here we remained one week, laying in an extra supply of provisions and several casks of. Spitzbergen. A vessel larger than our little fishing- sloop could not possibly have. These monster bergs presented an endless succession of crystal palaces, of massive cathedrals. We then lifted anchor and sailed through the Hinlopen Strait, and coasted along the North- East- Land. ![]() Finally, a favoring wind came up that enabled us to make the West Coast, and, after sailing twenty- four hours, we came to a beautiful inlet. The place was green with growing vegetation, and while the area did not comprise more than one or two acres, yet the air was warm and. It seemed to be at that point where the Gulf Stream's influence is most keenly felt. Far to the west of us, however, were icepacks, and still farther to the westward the ice appeared like ranges of low hills. In front of us, and directly to the north, lay an open sea. The sky is fair, the wind favorable and the sea open. Indeed, we had almost four months of day ahead of us before the frozen night could come on again. Within thirty- six hours we were out of sight of the highest point on the coast line of Franz Josef Land. Far to the right and to the left of us were icebergs, but our little sloop bore down on the narrows and passed through channels and out into open seas - channels so narrow in places that, had our craft been other than small, we never could have gotten through. Its shores were washed by an open sea. My Father determined to land and explore for a day. This new land was destitute of timber, but we found a large accumulation of drift- wood on the northern shore. Some of the trunks of the trees were forty feet long and two feet in diameter. Perhaps this was because of the tension of excitement about our strange voyage in waters farther north, my Father said, than anyone had ever before been. Active mentality had dulled the demands of the physical needs. When we had partaken heartily of the repast, I told my Father I. I would sleep, as I was beginning to feel quite drowsy. To my surprise, I found my Father sleeping soundly. I cried out lustily to him, and starting up, he sprang quickly to his feet. Indeed, had he not instantly clutched the rail, he would certainly have been thrown into the seething waves. The wind was directly astern, driving our sloop at a terrific speed, and was threatening every moment to capsize us. There was no time to lose, the sails had to be lowered immediately. Our boat was writhing in convulsions. A few icebergs we knew were on either side of us, but fortunately the channel was open directly to the North. But would it remain so? In front of us, girding the horizon from left to right, was a vaporish fog or mist, black as Egyptian night at the water's edge, and white like a steam- cloud toward the top, which was. Whether it covered a treacherous iceberg, or some other hidden obstacle against which our little sloop would dash and send us to a watery grave, or was merely the phenomenon of an Arctic fog, there was no way to determine. I remember our little craft creaked and groaned, as if its joints were breaking. It rocked and staggered to and fro. Most of our provisions, however, were tumbled out and swept away from the deck of the cuddy, and had we not taken the precaution at the very beginning to tie ourselves firmly to the masts of the sloop, we should have been swept into the lashing sea. The little sloop was shipping water, the snow was falling so fast as to be blinding, and the waves were tumbling. There was no telling what instant we should be dashed against some drifting ice- pack. The tremendous swells would heave us up to the very. Gigantic white- capped waves, like veritable walls, fenced us. Then suddenly, as if growing weary of its frantic exertions, the wind began to lessen its fury and by degrees to die down. The fog mist had also disappeared, and before us lay an iceless channel perhaps ten or fifteen miles wide, with a few icebergs far away to our right, and an intermittent archipelago of smaller ones to the left. Presently he untied the rope from his waist and, without saying a word, began working the pumps, which fortunately were not damaged, relieving the sloop of the water it had shipped in the madness of the storm. His courage and persistence were truly. We had a fair supply of food, but no fresh water. I realized at once the awfulness of our position. Presently I was. seized with a consuming thirst. Trust to the God Odin, my Son. It was swinging around, its orbit ever visible and rising higher and higher each day, frequently mist- covered, yet always peering through the lacework of clouds like some fretful eye of fate, guarding the mysterious Northland and jealously watching the pranks of Man. Far to our right the rays decking the prisms of icebergs were gorgeous. Their reflections emitted flashes of garnet, of diamond, of sapphire.
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