Mariana Stjerna (March 25th 1921 – May 4th 2023) is a highly respected Swedish channel and authoress of spiritual books. Already since childhood she was psychic and had a deep feeling for nature and elementals.
In her five internationally released spiritual novels inspired by Jan Fridegård (On Angels’ Wings, Time Journey to the Origin and the Future, The Bible Bluff, The Invisible People and Mission Space) ancient knowledge and wisdoms are revealed in an entertaining and effortless style. The paradigm-breaking and thought-provoking novel Agartha – The Earth’s Inner World, inspired by the former Canadian Timothy Brooke, is maybe the best example of Mariana’s writing at its finest.
Contents
Introduction
1. A Yawning Jan Has the Floor
2. The First Meeting with Mother Earth in Her Green Cave
3. A Meadow Full of Tiny Elementals
4. Visiting Humans and Elves in an Ancient Village
5. The Five Towers and the Monster in the Cave
6. Visiting the Same Place Several Million Years Later
7. Meeting with Little People and a Tree Spirit
8. In the Underground Headquarters of the Dwarves
9. Mother Earth Tells a True Story about Our “Free Will”
10. Neanderthals, Native Americans, and Elementals 30,000 Years Ago
11. The Girl and the Faun Show Us Around
12. Scary Stone Images Beneath the Library
13. A Cool Experience
14. The Irish Druids’ Interaction with Nature Spirits
15. The State of War Gets Its Dissolution in the Dwarf Kingdom
16. A Royal Dwarf Wedding with Pomp and Ceremony
17. The Short-Toed Eagle Keeps Track in the Snake Village
18. Visiting the Mountain Dwarves
19. The Fire Night Celebration
20. Visiting the Anasazi Tribe
21. On Dragon Wings to the Spirits’ Palace in the Flower Kingdom
22. To Anasazi and From Anasazi
23. Visiting an Old Icelandic Magician
24. At the Maori in New Zealand
25. The Naked Nomadic People in Australia
26. At the Drumming Sami Wisdom Teacher
27. Lydia and Thesa Become Abducted by Kahunas
28. At the Hunza People in Tibet
29. The Monastery of the Seven Rays at Lake Titicaca
30. Back to All Beings in the Nordic Summer Meadow
31. Back to Mother Earth’s Cave
32. Home Again
33. Channeled Messages from Pan – The King of Nature
Introduction
Outer Space is infinite. How then is it possible for humans to be so arrogant as to assume they are the only living beings in the entire universe?
How can human beings be so presumptuous that they only believe in that which can be seen with their physical eyes? How can they encourage their limitations to such a degree that these define their only acceptable truth?
Why not simply admit that we limit our field of vision, and accept the fact that there are those able to see behind the veils we generally have in front of our eyes? For there are indeed veils, but it has not always been so.
When the notion of writing this book about Mother Earth, magic, and Nature spirits came about, a magical memory appeared in my consciousness. I shall never forget it, even though it happened a very long time ago. I call it “my memory from the Plant Kingdom.”
I ran across the lawn and out onto the narrow, gravel pathway, leading to our neighbor’s house. I then jumped over the shallow ditch and clambered up the wooded hillside, where I usually picked the first flowers of spring. In the ditch the coltsfoot would raise their golden, ruffled heads. Further up the hillside, underneath an old birch tree, the very first hepaticas popped their bluish-green buds up towards the sun, continuing to unfold until they became a blue veil covering the ground. There were not only blue hepaticas, but red ones, too. Just a small patch, but oh, so pretty! Those I was forbidden to pick, for they were called “rare.”
Above the hill swept the Ulriksdal forest. There were some tracks in there that I knew like the back of my hand, but one day I went along an unfamiliar, winding animal track leading to some big trees encircling a spring. I had never come across it before and I cheered, danced, and sang for joy over this magnificent, prodigious discovery. This became my very own secret spring, barely a few yards wide and rather deep. The water was clear; I could see right down to the bottom, where the pine needles and moss tumbled about as in a rhythmic dance. A few small leaves sailed around on the surface and I saw with delight how the roots of the trees formed walls around the spring. In the very same root meanderings, the fairies dwelt. Of this I was completely certain, for I had read the book Peter Pan, and I was convinced that every word in it was true. I was six years of age and much alone, described as “an imaginative child” by my unimaginative mother.
The spring in the forest became my own clandestine place of consolation. There I could sit and daydream at great length, without anyone missing me. My mother liked to take a nap in the afternoon, while the housemaid and the cook had better things to do than chasing the “little miss” out in the forest. In my childish fashion I would sit and meditate by the spring, my head filled with fairy-tales, breathing in the lovely scent of the mixture of deciduous and evergreen trees.
During the summer I would, without permission, splash my feet in the spring water; other seasons I simply enjoyed watching and feeling the atmosphere. I clearly saw fairies and goblins all the time, although I can’t swear if it was with my physical eyes or my mind’s eye. Anyhow, they became my friends, and even if they were invisible, I spoke to them. They were the kindest of friends, precisely the sort a lonely child needs.
That was how it began. I lived within two worlds, the mundane one, ruled by my dominating mother and dearly beloved, kindly father, and the daydream one by the spring in the forest – acting as a source of inspiration. Throughout my adult life I have longed to revisit it, but now new settlements have devastated the beautiful piece of forest where natural life and inspiration penetrated the listening ear of a small child.
Another vivid memory comes from the Animal Kingdom. It’s a memory of a less pleasant nature; nevertheless it has also persecuted me. I was even smaller then, perhaps three years of age. I was walking through the forest with my nanny when we suddenly came upon a tiny baby squirrel, which had apparently fallen out of its nest. We brought it home with us, to my mother’s great dismay. She was not particularly fond of animals – which is perhaps why I have become all the more so. However, this occurrence has haunted my mind many times during my adulthood and I’ve never really understood it. I was allowed to keep the baby squirrel in my doll’s bed and I clearly remember that we fed it cream and sponge cake crumbs. But still, it died in an unpleasant way.
I can see this scene clearly: I was standing in the serving room, adjacent to the dining room, together with the housemaid. The baby squirrel sat on a bench, just underneath the china cabinet. It had just stuffed itself with sponge cake and I’d held it in both hands, wishing to say how much I liked it to its face. I squeezed it too hard. To this day I can still feel its soft body between my hands as the housemaid shouted so loudly that the cook rushed away from her pots and pans to see what the commotion was.
Both of the women scolded me and took care of the little animal, but it was already dead. My mother, rudely aroused from her beauty sleep, also scolded me. I don’t recollect whether my father scolded me as well, but I don’t believe so. Neither do I remember if I got beaten, however I remember how terribly unhappy I was and can still recall the despair I felt at having killed a small animal. No one tried to understand me, comfort me, or at least talk to me. Instead, everyone merely blamed me. I felt a terrible guilt.
As mentioned earlier, my strong love for animals might be rooted in this event. I have had many animals: horses, sheep, goats, chickens, and of course cats and dogs. Somehow I have, during my entire life, tried to atone for that incident. Yet it is crystal clearly imprinted in my memory in the form of guilt, even though I have forgiven myself a long time ago. I do know how important it is to truly forgive oneself.
I have a memory from the Mineral Kingdom as well. This is one in adulthood, when I was cycling together with my two daughters along a gravel road in the countryside on a beautiful summer’s day. I was the one farthest back. All of a sudden I spotted a stone, about the size of the palm of my hand, and felt compelled to stop my bike. It was as though someone inside of me commanded me to take up the stone and hold it to my ear. I did so – and it sang! I could swear, it truly did sing to me. Shells can sing, but I’ve never heard of stones on a gravel road in the countryside that can sing. The girls impatiently called to me, reminding me that the bun-dough rising back at home might be ruined. I put the stone in my pocket and biked after them.
The stone never ceased singing. I don’t know where it is now. Unfortunately it disappeared, but it inspired me to start artistically painting stones, and I later had an exhibition in Stockholm displaying my art stones. Somehow it also became a sort of inner song, a stone’s secret message to me, and it still remains inside of me. It told me that everything in Nature is alive. If a small stone can sing, then a big rock can rumble and a mountain can transmit an icy melody. I still have a special love for stones, both precious ones and those naturally polished by time, creating remarkable shapes and colors. To most people, stones are just stones. Not to me. Every grain of sand, every stone, every cliff, every rock, and every mountain has life. Life takes care of life: Nature’s living (and to us) Invisible People take care of Mother Earth’s physical creations. You doubt this? Well, that’s why I’m writing this book.
My adventurous angel friend Jan has not abandoned me. He would like to tell about his latest adventures in the Magical World of Nature. He is assigned to the most remarkable missions in the dimension in which he dwells. After having completed his mission as a truth seeker in the world of the New Testament (see The Bible Bluff ), he has now proceeded to the magical book of Nature, with all its millions of written and unwritten pages.
Magic of any kind is exciting. It’s like a prism of crystal, full of multicolored alternations, full of superstition, but also full of a deep wisdom. The latter is the most interesting. Our dreams, daydreams, visions, hidden hopes, and undisclosed experiences – the things we hold secret, call supernatural, and don’t understand – are all concealed in the magic. Yet the most magical and mysterious of all is the Nature in which we live and which we compete to destroy. We see only what we want to see in a world that contains vastly more than what our eyes perceive. We wander around blind in our everyday lives, dismissing the unseen around us as mere delusion and superstition. In an attempt to alter this attitude, Jan has delved deeply into the greatest, most magical, and mysterious of all worlds: Nature.
– Mariana Stjerna
1. A Yawning Jan Has the Floor
I enjoyed being able to hand over new information concerning the historical events of the New Testament. It was fun making peep-holes into such an interesting era, and delving into the lives of the “celebrities” of that time, who in many ways proved to resemble their modern counterparts Throughout all time there have always existed “modern” people, because feelings and thoughts stem from the same original source. I am now sitting at home in the Angelic Realm, contemplating what will happen next. So far nothing has happened, and that’s why I’m yawning. Even angels can yawn. Angels need to be fully occupied, just like humans do. We don’t get hungry for food, but we get hungry for knowledge. We also get hungry for energies. What you call energies is an infinite amount of rays in all colors and more, both light and dark ones.
Who invented the word “energies,” by the way? In our time it has become a trendy word. The world of energies is for us deafening and tumultuous, full of surprises, but also of wisdom. You never tire of the discoveries in this world, but in fact, they have to do with feelings, perceptions, and to some degree radiation.
I have been told that I should rest, but this is something I find really hard. Perhaps I’m just a restless spirit, but I dearly wish to feel that I am accomplishing something worthwhile. Many also find it difficult to understand how I can reason in such a human-like manner. It’s not hard at all. In my thinking, much of the human remains – my medium on Earth is well aware of that. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been assigned to my previous missions, and I hope for more of these to come. I also hope that someone noticed I yawned. It’s not easy to have any secrets here. That’s probably why there was a knocking at my door right now!
In came my good friend and former religious historian, the lovely spirit Lydia. Her long brown hair gleamed like old copper and her radiant brown-green eyes shone. All her lovely appearance looked as if she had something important to communicate, and I was certainly not mistaken!
“Look at you, sitting here yawning!” she exclaimed, laughing. “It could be heard all the way to the school, where I was. But now I will tell you something most exciting: You and I are to embark on a new adventure once again. We are going to make peep-holes in the Nature World.”
“Nature?” I repeated, startled. “What on Earth for?”
“Dear Jan,” she replied, winking at me. “We are going to teach humans about the magic of Nature. We’ll visit different time periods and various aspects of Nature, different kinds of magicians in Nature, and some occult, transcendental phenomena. We’ll also try to get humans to understand that Nature’s infinite variety of beings truly exists. So what do you think of that?”
I jumped up out of my comfortable chair. Gone were my former tiredness and boredom, gone was the source of my yawning. Life – that is, my angelic life – had once again become exciting.
“May we become humans sometimes?” I asked.
“It may not always be that popular in this context,” she said, smiling. “Perhaps, if necessary. However, we’ll also have a great deal of magical help from our escorts. We’ll be four persons this time. Please enter, Balthori and Thesa!”
The gently smiling man who came towards me was quite tall and was wearing a dark violet cloak. He had a very peculiar face. It was thin, with high cheekbones, and his eyes were slanted and honey-colored. His eyebrows were almost grown together over the root of his nose and they were as fair as his shoulder-length hair. His nose was large, but not bent, and his mouth, albeit narrow, was well shaped. His hollow cheeks were as though sculpted with deep lines. His gaze was sharp, and it instilled a feeling of deep wisdom. The body underneath the shimmering silk cloak seemed thin, but at the same time lithe.
A female being appeared at his side; she was called Thesa. She, too, was wearing a violet cloak. When she pushed back her hood, she showed a beautiful, although unusual, face. She appeared as her companion: thin, almost transparent. Her face was pale and her large eyes were a dark honey color. Her cheekbones were high and gave an almost Asian impression. She seemed more vivacious than the man, and she smiled gently the whole time. Her pointed ears were adorned with exquisite pearl earrings, and I glimpsed a pearl necklace around her neck. Who were these: humans, angels, or … well, what?
“We are elves,” announced the woman in a soft, melodic voice. “We are half Nature spirits, and without us you will not get far on your planned trip. We belong to a soon extinct branch of elves who once inhabited the Earth.”
“We will accompany you, Jan and Lydia, on a remarkable journey,” the man continued. In contrast to his slender, thin figure, his voice was surprisingly dark and deep. There was something compelling, something unknown, strong, and strange in his entire appearance. I noticed that his hands were well shaped and that his unusually lengthy fingers had long, pointed nails. On his right hand he wore a gold ring, which was wide and very ornate. In its patterns, stones were glittering that I supposed were amethysts, turquoise, and rubies.
“You’re welcome,” I replied. “Who are you?”
“Balthori is one of the most skilled sorcerers, wizards, mystics, and magicians you could meet,” interjected Lydia in his place. “His wife, Thesa, carries the four elements – earth, water, air, and fire – within her body, and she masters them completely. She is a necessary complement to her husband.”
“Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough to prevent this hardly-modest introduction of us,” said the man, gently smiling. “But since we are going to examine what the magic of Nature contains, both of us will be needed.”
“I’ve never heard of either you or your wife before,” I objected. “Are you from the Angelic Realm and, if so, are Balthori and Thesa your real names? Do elves exist here, too?”
“Don’t you know that a sorcerer never reveals his real name?” was his counter-question. “If you find Balthori too long, then among friends, Balt will do! Among the elves you will find a magic that certainly can be likened to what humans perceive of the word, but it also has its own meaning and effect.”
“One might say that it is more powerful, but perhaps also more dangerous,” his wife filled in. “In answer to your second question: We don’t exist among the angels. We come from our own planet, and Melchizedek has summoned us here.”
“Jan, Balt, Thesa, and Lydia,” giggled Lydia. “What a team! Magic and occultism are all part of a religious historian’s competence, which is why I asked to join in when I was notified of these plans. By the way, maybe I’ll just go with you in order to keep a watchful eye on Jan, so he isn’t mesmerized off by some alluring fairy.”
“I wasn’t informed of any plans,” I grumbled. “Melchizedek hasn’t summoned me.”
“But he has now!” Melchizedek was standing in the room, tall and radiant, as the high Master he was.
2. The First Meeting with Mother Earth in Her Green Cave
I forgave him instantly. Probably he had his reasons for holding back the information. Maybe I wasn’t always obedient or easy to find, and perhaps he wanted to see my reaction when it came to the elves. Well, to be honest, I never thought that elves were for real – only that they existed in fairy-tales and legends. It was certainly true that we needed company to penetrate the secrets of Nature – a magic-skilled and fascinating company who could lead us on the right track in all dangerous nooks and crannies.
The Earth was our original home – Lydia’s and mine – which we knew well and which we loved. To discover new, hidden parts of it seemed like a hair-raising adventure. Maybe we would get to experience the wood nymphs and the trolls for real! I reveled in the thought. But the thought was read by Melchizedek, who gave a hearty laugh.
“Easy now, Janne!” he said. “I can see that Lydia is needed by your side. You are not going to take part in old tales. You are going to enter and discover the reality that is invisible to ordinary human eyes, but which exists as tangibly as humans themselves. You do not own the Earth you walk on. The Earth, including everything that grows on it, has both a physical and an invisible life – invisible to your eyes. We’ll show you these things, because humans need to take better care of their Earth. It is not fashionable to believe in the existence of the elemental spirits. It is not fashionable to believe in Nature’s enchanting beings. But the fashion in that respect has not fundamentally changed. Nature has permanent properties which are derived from the dawn of time, and you will soon experience that.”
The way to move from the Angelic Realm to the object of our investigation had not changed significantly. Now we stood together hand in hand, Thesa on my side and Balthori at Lydia’s side. We closed our eyes, a buzzing sound was heard, and all of a sudden we were on our way. Hey presto, and we had also reached our destination. I wasn’t thinking in terms of time on those trips. It was long ago since I had stopped thinking of time, this troublesome human invention. Suddenly you were here, and just as suddenly there. Movement was no problem and was free of charge, as far as fuel cost was concerned. But this time Balthori and Thesa led us. Melchizedek was gone.
We found ourselves in an intense green light. At first I saw only greenish, but after a short while I could make out more details. We stood in a cave. At least, it resembled the caves I’ve visited – although still not. The walls were rocky and uneven, but not mossy. They shifted in gold and silver, and everywhere streaks of different colored gemstones seemed to be interspersed. It was very beautiful. We stood on a deep green carpet of moss, which first caught our eyes. Here and there were stalactites and stalagmites, stalactite structures just as in ordinary caves, but more beautiful, brighter and more brilliant. From a bench at the far end of the cave a woman dressed in glittering green stood up. She proceeded, rather than walked, up to us and embraced each one of us. As usual, the embrace was not felt, but that’s how it is when you are an ethereal spirit, I thought. But it was nice anyway. I enjoy being hugged!
“Welcome to the Earth’s innermost cave!” The woman’s voice was loud and clear. It’s hard to explain, but it sounded more like a song than words. I observed her. She was tall and sheer, but neither young nor old. Her hair was white and fluffy, in large, shimmering waves and curls. Her face was thin and beautiful, but was marked by time. Her eyes were both sharp and deep, melancholic and joyful, and their color shifted between green, brown, and dark blue. As a sea wave during a storm, I thought.
“I am Mother Earth, or perhaps you’d prefer to call me an aspect of Mother Earth – for she has many aspects,” continued the woman. “From here begins your journey into the secrets of Nature, since it was here that everything began. The substance of this cave existed in the first grain of gravel that grew and developed into our Earth. A seed becomes a flower, so why can’t a grain of gravel become an Earth? Nature’s potencies are infinite.”
“Where are we?” I asked eagerly. “Are we in the midst of the Earth’s core?”
The woman nodded. I looked at my companions. Lydia stood smiling at my side and watched the green-clad woman. Thesa and Balthori walked around and touched the cave walls and looked curiously into the huge obelisks of the stalagmites.
“You know the Nature on Earth, you who have lived there so recently,” continued the woman who called herself Mother Earth. “But you don’t know the invisible beings that live around you, who you face each day without you knowing it, and who you kill with your toxins, your violence, and your ignorance. You will see how they live. You will get to visit the time when humans were aware of their brothers and sisters in Nature. You shall be together with them, like Peter Pan, and maybe you will meet the God Pan, the uncrowned ruler of Nature. You will return here to the innermost cave now and then, because your journey starts from the cradle of Nature, from me. I have many peepholes that you are going to visit. When I’m finished with you, your message to the humans on the surface of the Earth will be that there is a world inside the world, a world with an equally magical past as the one you call your world. Are you ready?” Our “Yes” was unanimous.
“Will we experience magic?” I asked breathlessly, “both black and white?”
“There is only white magic,” said the Earth’s Mother, smiling. “The black magic is created by humans, the evil humans, the power-hungry humans. There are actually no evil humans, either. Evil is in close proximity to humans, waiting for them to grab the lust for power and violence to usurp power. Then evil sees its chance, and jealousy, envy, and other negative emotions and energies prevail. The energies are all around humans, but it is up to them what they choose. The good is always near. Additionally, dear Jan, all that you experience from now on as a human is magic – you just have to take care of it properly.”
I sighed, but chose not to respond. She was right. I had asked a stupid question.
“Not stupid, but perhaps unnecessary,” whispered Lydia. “You could have asked me. I knew that!”
“We will begin to unravel from the proper end,” continued the green-clad woman. “More than twenty-two million years ago, at a time when Earth’s humans certainly were primitive – and according to your current scientists didn’t even exist – extraterrestrial, human-like beings visited our globe and intermingled with the inhabitants here. You have probably heard about that before. They brought with them a highly developed culture, and some of them were what you nowadays call elves. I want you to be involved from the beginning, when elementals roamed completely visible, although with a slightly different structure than yours.
“At that time, many millions of years ago, there were three kinds of human beings here: aboriginal inhabitants, elves, and extraterrestrial humans. These three kinds of people got on well together and shared valuable knowledge, enabling Nature to thrive in a favorable way for humans. I’m talking about a time that is not in your scientific studies and discoveries on the surface of my Earth.”
“Were there animals then?” I wondered.
“Oh yes, lots of animal species and lots of plant species,” was the reply. “The plants came first. That happened after the oceans had contracted and left open, dry areas of soil. All life began in the ocean; surely you must have learned that? But the extraterrestrials brought with them seeds, some birds, and knowledge to manage the burgeoning soil. Furthermore, you are probably aware of the fact that repeated periods of disasters have happened in the form of earthquakes, floods, and volcanic eruptions thereafter. The time you consider to be man’s first advent on Earth is incorrect.
“The time of the humans that you are about to visit now is more than twenty million years ago. The Earth was developing and was completely habitable. It was just waiting to share both its beauty and its contents. You talk about monkeys. Certainly they are related to humans, but in a completely different way than you think, and during a later development era. Humans were fully developed in their bodies and had a fairly developed brain when the elves settled here. However, the difference was quite large, both in appearance and intelligence.
“The elves were superior in everything and then became a type of lords, or at least leaders. They were magicians of a new variety, which was both new and foreign to the humans. It took thousands of years and many mixed marriages for envy, competitive desire, and lust for power to emerge. The Earth has perished many times because of this, but never completely. The globe has remained, and I’ve been here all along. Come with me, Jan and Lydia, Thesa and Balthori. You will understand all tongues you meet, otherwise these trips would be meaningless.”
Mother Earth asked us with a graceful gesture to follow her. We discovered a golden door in the farthest part of the cave. When we got closer we saw that it consisted of a bright, sparkling mineral in which gold veins were interspersed. It shimmered so much it hurt my eyes. Our green-clad leader took out a gold key and opened the door. Outside the door only a slightly yellow mist was seen. She handed the key to Balthori.
“Turn this in the air when you want to come back here.” She smiled. “I’m waiting for you.”
It was not the first time my companions and I stepped out into a mysterious cloud of smoke of an unknown misty vapor.
3. A Meadow Full of Tiny Elementals
A meadow is a meadow. Back home in Sweden a meadow during summer is a flowering, idyllic place with succulent green grass that sometimes is shaggy and sometimes grows in tussocks with cornflowers, poppies, clover, timothy-grass, yarrow, many kinds of hawkbits, oxeye daisies, bluebells, and buttercups. That wasn’t the case with this meadow. It was no ordinary meadow, and yet it was a real, flowering meadow. It contained the enumerated flowers and hundreds of others, new, I had never seen. There were also groves. Groves usually consist of groups of trees and bushes here and there in big meadows. We saw several such. The oaks we recognized, hazel, ash, and linden I could make out, but there were other nameless trees and bushes as well. Only because of their shape could I call them trees and bushes and other things. Everything grew neat and defined, as if each plant had been put into the soil with uttermost accuracy. It was beautiful, sun-drenched and without limits. Yet it smelled like a Swedish summer meadow. This is a very special smell that only exists in Sweden. I know because I grew up with it.
“The meadow has an end,” said Thesa, smiling. “We’ll track down the road to some settlements, but look carefully around all the time. You will see more than the meadow.”
Indeed, she was absolutely right! I had been so fascinated by the vegetation that the life around it had escaped me. Lydia pinched my arm in her usual mischievous way and then I woke up. There were not only flowers, bushes, and trees in the meadow, there were people too! I call them “people,” but that is not the correct word. Everywhere beings of different kinds were moving. They had heads and bodies with arms and legs like us, but they were not as physically stout. I understood that they were fairies and gnomes of various kinds.
“Here the beings of Nature live completely visible to humans,” explained Balthori. “They simply take care of Nature. As simple as that.”
“Do they still exist on Earth today?” I asked, even if my question seemed a little unnecessary.
“In a way they do and in another way they don’t,” was his cryptic reply.
“Those who are still on Earth now have proceeded to form units for each plant species,” Thesa hastened to explain, when she saw my puzzled face.
“Units?”
“Yes, a kind of group souls if you wish,” replied Thesa.
We wandered slowly along the meadow, and now I saw high boulders that obscured the view and prevented me from seeing the end of the meadow. The beings of Nature were working with their plants, apparently totally unaware of us. They floated, laid down and dug, knelt, sat next to their plants, and seemed to enjoy themselves. Bumblebees, bees, butterflies, and other insects glistened, glittered, and flew as multicolored rays across the splendor of the plants. It was like learning anew, learning about plants and insects and the multifaceted Nature spirits who let their thin bodies blend into the diversity of colors.
“If you look a really long time,” said Lydia thoughtfully, “you can distinguish the beings of the four elements from each other.” I must have looked bewildered, since Balthori laughed.
“You must know the four elements, Jan,” he explained, “earth, water, air, and fire. They have their representatives everywhere here: gnomes, undines, sylphs, and salamanders. I preferred to choose this meadow as the starting point for our visit in this time, which takes place eons of years ago. We will end the excursions in a similar way when you have had your experiences. You must get familiar with the different beings of Nature if you are to accomplish your mission. I suppose your mission is composed of passing on the lessons you learn here?”
I nodded. Lydia laughed and put her arm under mine.
“Puzzled writer?” she whispered. “We are actually on the Earth, the Earth you thought you knew from beginning to end.”
“But this is beyond all scientific research. It doesn’t reach this far back in time,” I added, and sighed. “I’ve actually skimmed a little of what Rudolf Steiner has written, but I dismissed it as mythology.”
“You don’t skim anymore; you experience a reality, even if it’s ancient,” she replied. “As a historian, I find this extremely fascinating. And just wait, you’ll see things that will make your eyes stand on stem!”
Thesa and Balthori had stopped a bit ahead of us. The elf held a budding sunflower gently between his hands. Several sunflowers grew close to a large boulder, and small beings floated around them.
“I will let you see down into the earth, Jan,” said Balthori. “Look, what do you see?”
It felt as if my eyes burst out in some strange way. I could see straight down into the earth, all the way to the roots of the sunflower, which branched out in a jumble of soil and a dense pattern of other roots. The funniest thing was the gnomes, who were everywhere. I call them gnomes because it was the closest description I came up with. They were the root spirits. They were about a hand’s breadth high and had very different, quite human, appearances. Their skin color was gray-green, although it also varied with yellow and brown features. Their tight clothes were of the same color as their bodies. Their eyes were yellow or green. Their long thin fingers with claw-like nails worked diligently, but the pace was not very fast.
First I thought they moved around in slow motion, but then I understood that their pace was adapted to the root system. I felt like Gulliver, not yet imprisoned in the nets of the Lilliputians.
I rubbed my eyes, which felt normal again. Balthori observed me with a loving, yet at the same time a bit quirky, smile.
“Now you’ll get to meet the undines, the water spirits, a very strange species,” he promised. “You can see them using your regular angelic eyes.”
I moved my gaze to the Earth’s surface, i.e., to the undulating ocean of plants in the meadow. Near the ground, beings were floating around in dancing waves. I had no idea what their task was, so I asked Balthori.
“When the root spirits send up the plants from their roots and they reach the Earth’s surface, the plants would dry out in the rapid air exchange unless the undines existed,” he replied.
“Actually, water is the proper element of the undines, but when they are working with the plants they emit rays that surround the plant in a humidifying way. Other undines live in the water, but maybe you already know that.”
I nodded and didn’t pretend that I knew much about the secret part of growing in Nature. Instead I observed the sheer beings that resembled multi-colored, bluish light rays. They behaved differently than ordinary light rays, which shine outward or upward and are always straight. These beings could wriggle around the plants; they formed spirals and rings around a newly awakened, and by daylight a little shocked, plant. These elemental spirits united, in some mysterious way, water and air, which apparently are what plants need, I thought.
“The sylphs are the elemental spirits of the air,” the handsome elf continued. He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “They develop the leaves and the flowers of the plant, causing it to wake up properly, and giving it a desire to unite with the light. Look carefully at the sunflower!”
I did. Then I discovered tiny, almost translucent figures flying around the plant, seemingly working on different parts of it. They unfolded the leaves and provided stability to the flower. The undines had no visible figures to me, but the sylphs did. I got a perception of their wings and I was almost blinded by their shimmering movement. They were extremely fast.
“The sylphs are dwelling in the air currents.” Now it was Thesa who spoke. “You see them around the sunflower here, but they are almost everywhere. For example, the draft that a bird makes in its flight in the air is the home of the sylphs. The draft creates a tone which the sylphs pick up. Look closely at them and you will see how beautiful they are.”
I leaned forward and studied the tiny beings. They were as big as my thumb, brightly pastel-colored, and despite their tininess, very humanlike. I saw them making different faces; they laughed, smiled, frowned their little foreheads, sang, and held up their thin arms towards the light.
“Yes, of course they sing,” said Thesa, laughing. “Their tones are in accordance with the sound of the air and the air currents. They celebrate the light and they ensure that the plants can receive exactly the right amount of light. Other than that, the birds are their best friends and they follow in the wake of the birds’ flight.”
“Finally we come to the fire spirits, who are also called salamanders.” Balthori pointed out and upwards. I hadn’t seen them before, but up there hovered small figures in shades from yellow to deepest red. At first I thought they seemed to swim aimlessly around in the air, but Thesa explained how they worked.
“They collect heat,” she said. “For example, they collect solar heat and carry it into the plants, so that they are permeated by it. Even if it rains or is overcast, the plant maintains the heat for a certain period of time, thanks to the salamanders. But salamanders also work inside fire. They love fire, and it develops their powers and multiplies them.”
“As in a fire disaster,” I added dryly and scrutinized the little creeps. They didn’t look quite human, more like flames without bodies. Now and then something resembling figures with high conical heads could be glimpsed inside the flame. Their dance up in the air was almost like a crackling fire, but without heat and sparks.
“You have gotten to see how the Nature spirits of the Plant Kingdom are working,” said Balthori. “Now we have to move on; there is much to learn here.”
Large stones were around us, and Balthori leaned against a big gray boulder that looked like a healing stone. It had a pit with a hole at the top. I climbed up onto it to look a little closer, while the other three stood and laughed below. I might have looked a little “clumsy Swedish,” but my long legs didn’t deny themselves. Up I got with a bang. I was not used to sudden noises any longer and reacted strongly when my physical butt hit the stone in a very earthly way. I even wiped the sweat from my forehead. Then I realized that I was in a highly physical state. I looked at my legs and saw that I wore a pair of white pants – well, they were not that white after the climb. I apparently had a red striped shirt, too, so I felt like a big lollipop. The giggle that followed my thought came from down below. Lydia read my thoughts, as usual.
There was a depression in the stone. I crawled forward to watch the moss-edged hole. It was deep, a little bigger than my spread hand. It was dark, and seemed a lot deeper than I had imagined. I wished I had a flashlight, and I actually had one when I felt in my pocket.
Thoughtful angels, I thought contentedly, and let the light flash right into the hole. A pair of large, angry, reddish eyes met mine. A broad, warty nose was glimpsed and then a huge mouth roared some words I didn’t understand, but which sounded very angry.
“Come down, Janne!” Balthori cried. “You must not awaken the wrath of the mountain spirit.”
I had already done so, and horrified, I scuffled back towards the edge of the stone. Up from the hole appeared a greenish thatch, which more resembled moss than hair, and below it was the hideous face I had glimpsed down there. I shuffled quickly towards the edge, and after
that I don’t remember anything.
“Jan, oh Jan, you scared me so!” I woke up with my head in Lydia’s lap. Thesa and Balthori stood next to us, chanting something. I thought I had been dreaming, because trolls don’t exist for real and I had seen a troll. A nasty troll who came creeping closer and closer and then I fell …
“There are no trolls,” I said angrily and stood up. I stretched my arms and legs and felt my back. It was as usual; I had apparently taken no harm. “That was not a troll,” I continued challenging.
“We call them mountain spirits or stone spirits,” Balthori replied. “They are not always pleasant. You fell down, but we have healed you. You received no serious injuries. Can we continue on to the village?”
“How many thousands of years ago have we arrived at?” I asked.
“Not thousands, we count millions,” said Thesa, smiling. She and Lydia supported me on either side and it was so nice that I limped a little extra now and then. But then we stopped. We found ourselves on the edge of a high hill and Balthori pointed at the landscape before us.
4. Visiting Humans and Elves in an Ancient Village
A gathering of houses met my astonished eyes. They were not just any houses, but there were actually two types. Some resembled huts made of clay and the others were braided from a material which I didn’t recognize. Thus they were braided houses, where the braids stood upright and formed four sides. The roofs were made of moss that probably rested on a framework of unknown material. All the houses had chimneys, while the huts had holes in their round roofs.
“The village!” cried Balthori delightedly, and he started running down the hill. We followed after him, of course.
It was pretty nice to see humans, after all the little monstrous Nature creeps, I thought, a little mean. Lydia cast an angry glance in my direction, but she remained silent, because now we found ourselves in a real crowd. It teemed with brown-skinned, stout humans. We hurried, led by our elves, across a square that was surprisingly large. There was apparently some kind of ongoing market, since humans sat on the ground with goods lined up in front of them. I would have liked to have had a closer look at the goods, but Balt seemed to be in a hurry.
One braided house was larger than the others and it was apparently the goal of our visit. Balt turned around and beckoned us to follow him into the house. There was no door, only a rather large, square opening.
“This is the meeting house in the village,” said Thesa. “Absolutely everything takes place here.”
We entered a large, oblong room. It was also full of people, gathered in smaller groups. There was no furniture other than long, wooden logs and folded, colorful blankets to sit on. Balthori brought us to a smaller group that consisted of both elves and humans. In its center sat a man who appeared significant. He was old, and his brown face was furrowed. His closely adjacent eyes were pale and slightly walleyed, but occasionally they were lit up by an inner fire. His body was haggard. He was dressed in a yellow cape, much like an Indian guru. Some humans were dressed in cloths, more or less artistically wrapped around their bodies, while others only wore a loincloth.
It was quite warm, both outdoors and indoors. In the middle of the room, a low fire was burning. Inside the fire, fully visible salamanders were moving around in a frisky dance. Balthori bowed deeply to the old man. The old man stood up, unfolded his hands, and smiled kindly at us. When he spoke I understood what he said.
“Welcome, descendants of the recent human race, and most welcome, sister and brother of the elf race!” He bowed his head in a graceful manner. “The flattened time is imprinted in the mystery of the ether. We remain as an echo of our own time and our own power. We live in our own reality that we now share with you. Here are representatives of earth, water, air, and fire, who are keen to share their wisdom of the elements. What do you wish to know?”
“Um, doesn’t it get a bit crowded with all the elementals together with the humans?” I dared to ask. Lydia rolled her eyes and put her hand to her mouth, presumably to stop giggling. But the old man looked serious. There was something about him that made me react strongly. At that moment I couldn’t explain why. I understood it much later. He gestured for us to sit down on the floor.
“My name is Haak,” he replied, “and I speak for the entire village when I say that your question is superfluous. Humans and elves live in the same village in perfect harmony. The extraterrestrials live in their area, the five golden towers on the outskirts of the village, and they travel back and forth in their own vehicles to their different worlds. The Earth is not the only inhabited planet in the Universe. The extraterrestrials are in contact with us in order to give us the information we need. They teach us how to cultivate our soil, which of the animals we can tame as pets, and much more. We haven’t noticed any crowding; each one handles their own occupation. The market can be very busy, since it’s open only certain days. If you mean the elementals, they don’t require much space, and no space at all for dwellings. They are only active in their atmospheres in their own areas.”
“It’s hard to conceive as far back as to this time,” I muttered apologetically. “Everything seems so different; everything except the ground, the soil, and Nature. It is similar to our present time, even though you have many species which must be extinct in our time.”
“Then I ask you a question.” Haak smiled gently and looked with his warped look straight into my eyes. Somehow it felt creepy. “What kind of magic do you have in your time?”
“Magic is not very popular,” answered Lydia in my place. “It is considered quixotic and is often called flights of fancy. There are sorcerers, but they are only skilled with their hands; nothing comes from within. There are a few genuine magicians, but they are obliged to work in secret.”
Haak shook his head and frowned. A low murmuring noise arose from the people sitting around, a murmuring noise that sounded threatening.
“So the power to practice the magic of Nature has thus degenerated,” the old man stated. “We don’t care about inventing things; we are living close to Nature and are utilizing what is offered there in all its diversified forms. Nature’s magic is the most important thing we have. The body is satisfied, but the spirit must also be satisfied. That is more important than anything else.”
“Maybe we define magic differently,” I suggested. “I think of magic as a more advanced kind of sorcery, such as changing appearance or stemming blood …”
“Changing appearance is not magic,” interrupted Balthori, hitherto quiet and observing, just like Thesa. “We elves make use of that whenever it’s necessary. Also for the purpose of demonstration.”
Thesa stood up. Gradually she faded to light. I couldn’t distinguish her features as she, to my amazement, appeared again – as a white hind. The whole group laughed. Gone was the threatening atmosphere that existed a while ago. The hind ran around for a while, after which it returned to its position beside Balthori and was gradually transformed back to Thesa. Both Lydia and I stared. We probably looked silly, since the laughter continued. Apparently, the humans who lived millions of years ago were used to what we call magic.
“What you saw was Thesa perverting the vision of everyone in this room. It’s an ancient knowledge of the simpler kind. The genuine magic has its origin in the interaction between Nature and human,” resumed Haak. “The interaction must be conducted consciously and purposefully for a reason, a desire, or a task that is in alignment with the light or the dark. Both exist. Do you understand?”
Lydia and I nodded. Actually I didn’t really understand what he meant, but I was going to ask Balthori at a later point. Anyway, “in alignment with the dark” boded no good. A brown-skinned, young woman bent down and put something in front of us. It was a meal, laid out on a flat piece of wood and decorated with green leaves. The meal consisted of bread, fruit, and dried meat. The drink served was fresh and delicious spring water. Probably they had not learned to cook here yet. Haak signed to the four of us to eat, and so we ate. We dared nothing else, although we shouldn’t eat meat in our temporary bodies. The dried meat tasted good, even though some spices would have been needed. We didn’t want to expose ourselves to the group’s unwillingness once more. They watched us very intrusively, following every move we made, especially Lydia’s and mine.
“This village is representative of its age,” explained Balthori, just as if he could read my thoughts. “They’re certainly not very fond of strangers; we are accepted at the moment, but not more. When you have finished your meal, we will leave for the five towers.”
As we walked from there, Haak sat in some sort of meditation posture. He didn’t say goodbye to us; instead he had his eyes closed and seemed completely gone. The group now ignored our existence. Yet, it was as if something invisible forced me to turn around. A large, brownskinned man with a dark brown beard and bushy eyebrows, squinting so that you almost saw only one of his eyes, followed us with his gaze. I would not call his looks friendly glances. Were they full of hatred? So I would have interpreted it if I hadn’t heard so much about how good this village was. But I memorized his nasty glances.
We followed Balthori. Thesa went on my left side. A sunny smile played on her lips.
“Well, how does it feel to be millions of years back in time?” she asked.
“Exciting,” said Lydia, laughing. “We should have known about this when we lived on Earth. But of course, no scientist would have believed us.”
“I agree,” I said, clearing my throat. “Is it far to the five towers?” I’d better lie low, I thought. I completely trusted Balt and Thesa. Melchizedek had confidence in them. But old Haak seemed to be a rascal, not to mention his company. I recognize rascals when I see them. I have met too many of them during my different lives. Hypocrisy is also something I sense. I glanced at Lydia’s clean, beautiful profile. She was seemingly unaffected by my thoughts, or perhaps she was disconnected from them. I was hoping for the latter.
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