STORY OF AGARTHA

The kingdom of Agartha (or Agarthi, as some call it), has been stirring the imagination of many explorers, wanderers, occultists, and all sort of folks. There are many books written on the subject, some of their authors narrating a direct experience they had there, such as Willis George Emerson in his The Smokey God. The kingdom of Agartha is said to be located underground, beneath the surface of the earth, and the reason why it’s said that this is possible is because, as it is claimed, the earth is hollow. There have been a number of people already claiming that they’ve had experience of that kingdom, how there are incredible cities underground, how there is a source of light there that resembles the sun, and how the peoples there are much more advanced than our current root race on the surface of the planet.
It is said that in one of those underground cities of the kingdom of Agartha dwells the King of the World, who is known by various names, such as Malchizedek and Sanat Kumara. In esotericism, this individual is known as the regent of our planet, who came from another planet with six other Kumaras during the time of Lemuria, to start the Initiatory college for the souls of this planet to be able to achieve spiritual mastery. It is said that since that time he is the Being that is in charge of our planet. Esoterically, he can be found in the Heart Temple of planet Earth.

There is a difference of opinion where he actually lives; some esotericists claim that he lives in the city of Shamballa, which is said to be a fourth dimensional spiritual city, somewhere in the Gobi desert. It is also said that the kingdom of Agartha is as well in the fourth dimension, which would explain many of the things related to its description.

In this blog entry I would like to share an account from a book Beast Men and Gods by Ferdinand Ossendowski, a Polish writer and explorer who found himself on a long and dangerous journey in Russia and Central Asia during the time of Bolshevik Revolution, in the early 20th century. The account is from the last chapters of that book, in which he was told about the Inner Earth, the kingdom of Agartha, and the King of the World.

Here goes the account:

THE SUBTERRANEAN KINGDOM

“Stop!” whispered my old Mongol guide, as we were one day crossing the plain near Tzagan Luk. “Stop!” He slipped from his camel which lay down without his bidding. The Mongol raised his hands in prayer before his face and began to repeat the sacred phrase: “Om! Mani padme Hung!” The other Mongols immediately stopped their camels and began to pray.
“What has happened?” I thought, as I gazed round over the tender green grass, up to the cloudless sky and out toward the dreamy soft rays of the evening sun.
The Mongols prayed for some time, whispered among themselves and, after tightening up the packs on the camels, moved on. “Did you see,” asked the Mongol, “how our camels moved their ears in fear? How the herd of horses on the plain stood fixed in attenti