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Post by Ninababy » Mon Mar 03, 2008 5:23 pm

I saw the movie Waterhorse.. and Now I think that is my favorite!   Long live Nessy!

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A Gypsy Myth of the Begining!

Post by Kyla » Sat May 03, 2008 12:22 pm

My favorite legend is a little different lol :smt002. This is a tale I was told when I was a child by my grandmother, and explains why Gypsy people got there wanderer stereotype.

   The tales say in the beginning, we came from another land that was long ago destroyed. We were all still happy folk and we had many friends.
   One day, as we were celebrating a man came to our camp and as usual we invited him in. This was to be a mistake and a curse. This man was a necromancer and he wanted us to serve him. We refused. We loved life too much. Why would we cheat death only to serve chaos and evil? In a rage, he cursed us, saying that we would never settle in any land and that we would forever be outcasts. He then disappeared and we laughed, thinking him no more than a foolish old man. The next day our land was destroyed by forces we could not contend with, un-dead stormed our homes, and many of us died or worse.
   The survivors ran, we sought safety and refuge, but wherever we went it was always the same, we were refused for any number of reasons. We fled and regrouped on a mountain. Gathering we drew a circle, all three drew knives and shed blood on the earth. We vowed to forever serve balance, and protect the land. When the last drop soaked into the ground a strange feeling came over us. A voice was heard telling us that we would be cursed to wander yes, but we would be able to adopt those humans of like mind to be gypsy, and that our blood being spilled, to protect we had now the ability to curse those who would cause our deaths.
   We have wandered ever since. We revel in life and preserve it at all costs.

Best Wishes to all...
xxKlyaxx
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Post by Prof. Akers » Sat May 03, 2008 12:46 pm

How about Drake's drum. The legend says that if ever England is going to be invaded then the drum of Sir Francis Drake will sound a warning, some bits say he'll return, others that it's just a warning.
Another is about the ravens at the Tower of London, if we ever get rid of them or they leave then the English monarchy will fall (where's that bloody gun when I want it).

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Post by Corvuequis » Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:04 pm

My favorite myths are from the Pacific-North West tribes. I have a real affinity to Raven

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Post by Mandimedea » Wed Feb 11, 2009 8:49 pm

The headless horseman and the myth of cupid are very interesting to me

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Post by Prof. Akers » Wed Feb 11, 2009 9:21 pm

How about the legend/myth about that bloke hung on a tree - no not Odin, that Jewish bloke. Strange the way it echoes the Odin myth.
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Post by dessa » Fri Feb 20, 2009 8:30 pm

hitismek wrote:For me tis pandoras box.... I love the idea that hope follws trouble wherever trouble goes :-)
I never quite put it together that way before, though whenever I hear or think of pandora's box, I tend not to first think of releasing of woes so much as I first remember that hope is always left.

So I love the way you put this, the idea that "hope follows trouble wherever trouble goes" is such a great sentiment.

Thanks for sharing it.

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Re: A Gypsy Myth of the Begining!

Post by dessa » Fri Feb 20, 2009 8:33 pm

Kyla wrote:My favorite legend is a little different lol :smt002. This is a tale I was told when I was a child by my grandmother, and explains why Gypsy people got there wanderer stereotype.

   The tales say in the beginning, we came from another land that was long ago destroyed. We were all still happy folk and we had many friends.
   One day, as we were celebrating a man came to our camp and as usual we invited him in. This was to be a mistake and a curse. This man was a necromancer and he wanted us to serve him. We refused. We loved life too much. Why would we cheat death only to serve chaos and evil? In a rage, he cursed us, saying that we would never settle in any land and that we would forever be outcasts. He then disappeared and we laughed, thinking him no more than a foolish old man. The next day our land was destroyed by forces we could not contend with, un-dead stormed our homes, and many of us died or worse.
   The survivors ran, we sought safety and refuge, but wherever we went it was always the same, we were refused for any number of reasons. We fled and regrouped on a mountain. Gathering we drew a circle, all three drew knives and shed blood on the earth. We vowed to forever serve balance, and protect the land. When the last drop soaked into the ground a strange feeling came over us. A voice was heard telling us that we would be cursed to wander yes, but we would be able to adopt those humans of like mind to be gypsy, and that our blood being spilled, to protect we had now the ability to curse those who would cause our deaths.
   We have wandered ever since. We revel in life and preserve it at all costs.

Best Wishes to all...
xxKlyaxx

This is a myth I had not heard before, do you know any sources or references where some of these gypsy stories might be in a book of some kind? Or are they shared still by word of mouth?

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Post by dessa » Fri Feb 20, 2009 8:42 pm

In Norse mythology Elle, or Elli goddess of old age, represented by an old woman, it is said that Thor wrestled with her and lost, while the idea behind the myth was that no one can win against aging, I just liked the idea that an old woman had the kind of power to defeat such a powerful god.

Kind of showed that at times you shouldn't fight the widsom of those who lived long and learned a lot, but maybe try to pay attention to it, and learn from it, at least for me it is more about the victory of the wisdom of experience over brute strength, that nothing can beat the learning that comes with time and living life.

So while it is not my favorite myth it is one I enjoy a great deal but LOL that could be because I don't see it as the downer of nothing can beat the aging process, but the positive that learning and life experiences even old age has its own power and form of victory.

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wisdom of oldage people pays more than the physical strength of youth

Post by NAAANEE » Sat Feb 21, 2009 2:06 am

dessa wrote:In Norse mythology Elle, or Elli goddess of old age, represented by an old woman, it is said that Thor wrestled with her and lost, while the idea behind the myth was that no one can win against aging, I just liked the idea that an old woman had the kind of power to defeat such a powerful god.

Kind of showed that at times you shouldn't fight the widsom of those who lived long and learned a lot, but maybe try to pay attention to it, and learn from it, at least for me it is more about the victory of the wisdom of experience over brute strength, that nothing can beat the learning that comes with time and living life.

So while it is not my favorite myth it is one I enjoy a great deal but LOL that could be because I don't see it as the downer of nothing can beat the aging process, but the positive that learning and life experiences even old age has its own power and form of victory.
yaa,what you have said is absolutely true.One can easily defeat an opponent who is physically stronger than us if we are wiser than them.What I have observed in my life is,most of the things which we do needs the technique of accomplishing rather than using physical strength.I feel if you know where to put pressure to break a brick then may be everybody is a martial art king!there are some arts in our country where by using those techniques we can make any person's body part numb.& in some places they use tantra & mantra too for these type of purposes.I really wonder it!
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SUPERMAN,SPIDERMAN etc-is a myth?

Post by NAAANEE » Sat Feb 21, 2009 2:14 am

I really wonder at Superman, Spider-man etc.even now too it wonders me about their powers of flying in the sky & their high physical strength.I sometimes get dreams of flying in the sky & sometimes jumping in long distance leaps,sometimes levitating in air.I heard that birds has air spaces in their bones,so because of that they are able to fly.If we too can make our body to have those air tissues,can we able to fly?
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Re: A Gypsy Myth of the Begining!

Post by NAAANEE » Sat Feb 21, 2009 2:24 am

Kyla wrote:My favorite legend is a little different lol :smt002. This is a tale I was told when I was a child by my grandmother, and explains why Gypsy people got there wanderer stereotype.

   The tales say in the beginning, we came from another land that was long ago destroyed. We were all still happy folk and we had many friends.
   One day, as we were celebrating a man came to our camp and as usual we invited him in. This was to be a mistake and a curse. This man was a necromancer and he wanted us to serve him. We refused. We loved life too much. Why would we cheat death only to serve chaos and evil? In a rage, he cursed us, saying that we would never settle in any land and that we would forever be outcasts. He then disappeared and we laughed, thinking him no more than a foolish old man. The next day our land was destroyed by forces we could not contend with, un-dead stormed our homes, and many of us died or worse.
   The survivors ran, we sought safety and refuge, but wherever we went it was always the same, we were refused for any number of reasons. We fled and regrouped on a mountain. Gathering we drew a circle, all three drew knives and shed blood on the earth. We vowed to forever serve balance, and protect the land. When the last drop soaked into the ground a strange feeling came over us. A voice was heard telling us that we would be cursed to wander yes, but we would be able to adopt those humans of like mind to be gypsy, and that our blood being spilled, to protect we had now the ability to curse those who would cause our deaths.
   We have wandered ever since. We revel in life and preserve it at all costs.

Best Wishes to all...
xxKlyaxx
i think i heard about your story before.
What i have observed in my life is,people who are nomads or roaming people without a proper shelter has some distinct smell.I think dogs are known for sensing smell of any kind.I have observed,dogs usually bark at these people but keep silent when general people are moving.it has surprised me much.and one more thing I have found is,generally the pet dogs smell our feet before they get convinced of no harm from us!
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Post by dessa » Sat Feb 21, 2009 7:08 am

I tend to agree, oh yes there are times when brute force will push forward, but if you were to ask the strongest man in the world to lift something eventually he will reach his max of what he might lift and at that level he likely couldn't move or manuever with it.  Use tools that were invented with the power of the mind and you not only can exceed what can be lifted, but also move and maneuver it to the point of being able to build / create something.

But it is more than that. Look at a man like Ghandi, he changed history and the political structure of a nation, not with force, or physical strength but with an idea, and a value and belief in that ideal, that carried him very far.  

The story of David and Golith is also a story where the strongest is not always the victor, but the one who can find a way around what is in front of them, in this case David used a slingshot,

I had read a story once, in it a young girl who had been born premature so tended to be very small and petite, was upset, seems her father and older brothers were all large tall strong men, her mother told her a way to prove who had the real power these large men, or the small girl.

The girl went to each of these men her father and brothers and said she wanted to give them a kiss. Then just stood quietly in front of each man. Each time she had gone to each she got the same response. Each of these strong men bowed or knelt down to her height so she could give them the kiss. Showing she had power of them, the power to bring them to her and the power to get them to do something she may wish.

I laughed a lot over this story, she didn't throw tantrums, she didn't get angry or use anything that was violence or force, yet because of using loving kindness, she tended to get others to bow to her wishes.

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Post by NAAANEE » Wed Feb 25, 2009 4:33 pm

dear dessa,
the story is really uplifting & nice .such stories depicts the strength of the mind over brutal force as you have said it!
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Post by landofshadows » Wed Feb 25, 2009 4:49 pm

Hi All,

My favourite myth is that of the hollow Earth.

I like this legend/myth as it has some claim to being truth, with Richard Byrds Diary entry and all.
Admiral Richard B. Byrd's Diary (Feb. Mar. 1947 )

The exploration flight over the North Pole
( The Inner Earth My Secret Diary )


I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It con cerns my Arctic flight of the nineteenth day of February in the year of Nineteen and Forty Seven.

There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of the Truth! I am not at liberty to disclose the following documenta tion at this writing ...perhaps it shall never see the light of public scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here for all to read one day. In a world of greed and exploitation of certain of mankind can no longer suppress that which is truth.



FLIGHT LOG: BASE CAMP ARCTIC, 2/19/1947



0600 Hours- All preparations are complete for our flight north ward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.
0620 Hours- fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys are running smoothly.

0730 Hours- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.

0740 Hours- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pres sure indicator seems normal, however.

0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbu lence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.

0815 Hours- Radio Check with base camp, situation normal.

0830 Hours- Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.

0910 Hours- Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course foe a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading. Position check made again to base camp, and relay information concerning colorations in the Ice and snow below.

0910 Hours- Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. Take bearing with Sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing!

0915 Hours- In the distance is what appears to be mountains.

0949 Hours- 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sight ing of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before!

0955 Hours- Altitude change to 2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.

1000 Hours- We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northward as best as can be ascertained. Beyond the mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over Ice and Snow! To the portside are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation Instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth!

1005 Hours- I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either moss or a type of tight knit grass. The Light here seems different. I cannot see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO!!! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed - it is definitely a mammoth-like ani mal! Report this to base camp.

1030 Hours- Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing on our heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their actions. Attempt to contact base camp. Radio is not functioning!

1130 Hours- Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and star board wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened. I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type!

1135 Hours- Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: 'Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.' I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.

1140 Hours- Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!

1145 Hours- I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply. END LOG


From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened.

The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are re ceived in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short dis tance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of my hosts speaks. 'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master...'

I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my sur roundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, 'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following.

'We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.' Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! 'Yes," the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarm ing time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, Sir?'

The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, 'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour..do you say I am mistaken?'

'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.'

'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....'

With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream....but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which.

Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side. 'This way, Admiral,' motioned one. I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face. 'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.

Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, 'We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.'

I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expres sion on his face. As I approached, I said, 'It is all right, Howie, it is all right.' The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was imme diately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some dis tance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.

215 Hours- A radio message comes through. 'We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!!!!' We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.

The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts....

ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES:

220 Hours- We are again over vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We radio them, they respond. We report all conditions normal....normal. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.

300 Hours- We land smoothly at base camp. I have a mission.....

END LOG ENTRIES.

March 11, 1947. I have just attended a staff meeting at the Pentagon. I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master. All is duly recorded. The President has been ad vised. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty- nine minutes, to be exact.) I am interviewed intently by Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was an ordeal!!!! I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of this United States of America. I am ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN REGARD TO ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, ON THE BEHALF OF HUMANITY1111 Incredible! I am reminded that I am a military man and I must obey orders.

30/12/56: FINAL ENTRY:

These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind...I now make my final entry in this singular diary. In closing, I must state that I have faithfully kept this matter secret as directed all these years. It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall.

This can be the only hope for mankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end. Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of Truth shall come again....and those who are of darkness shall fall in it's Light..FOR I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN.

Admiral Richard E. Byrd
United States Navy
24 December 1956
Then there are all the old folklaws and wise tales of tibet about the inner world...
The Naga people who feel their rulers live within the Earth...
Any many more...
There are many who claim to have been there, or odd laws set about caves and venturing into them that also fuel the idea...

This idea being so far fetched that would normally switch people off and say "Your Crazy"... Is why I like it so much, as I meet many who say the same about my own experiences when they hear of them, yet to me I know they are truth... So I now look at other peoples experiences as truth from the off... I mean what's the worst that can happen ?

You may look guliable or slightly stupid... For following an idea... But say if this idea is true, what if there is an inner Earth... How amazing would that be...?

Laying the pro's and con's side by side I know I would rather at least give my time to hearing ideas than closing my mind to them for fear of ridicule.

I would love to go in search of the inner Earth... The venture would be worth it, the antiserpation, the people I would meet... I doubt at the end it would matter or not if I found it... If something like the Inner Earth did exsist then it could shatter pyhisics and science as we know it... There would be a massive shift in understanding...  :smt003

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