Dr T Lobsang Rampa
My Visit to Venus
Forword by John A. Keel
Did T. Lobsang Rampa actually go buzzing through
the solar system in a flying saucer? Or was he just another deluded
psychopath dredging up a good yarn from the dark depths of a twisted mind?
If he was a nut, he had plenty of company. Men (and some women) have
been circumnavigating the cosmos for thousands of years, leaving extensive
records of their travels behind for us to puzzle over. Even Enoch,
the traditional son of Cain and father of Methuselah, is supposed to have
visited other worlds where he had such harrowing experiences that they
became a part of religion and folklore. According to the Books of Enoch,
which were once part of the Christian bible, he was sleeping alone in his
house one night when he was suddenly awakened by “two men, exceedingly
big, so that I never saw such on earth... They were standing at the head
of my couch and began to call me by my name.”
The two giant entities plucked Enoch from his bed and
escorted him into outer space where, during the next sixty days, they gave
him a guided tour of ten different worlds. Some were occupied by deliriously
happy people while others were gloomy and dark, filled with Gregori...
wretched gray beings with withered faces who mumbled and marked in dreariness.
Enoch saw worlds of dazzling lights and allergy too. He was the first
space traveler. He was also the first abductee. Although he
supposedly underwent those adventures more than 4,000 years ago, copies
of his “books”(scrolls) were smuggled out of Russia about 1,500 years ago.
Since then, thousands of other people have claimed almost identical experiences.
Indeed, the beginning of Whitley Streiber’s COMMUNION, the big bestseller
of 1987, is un-easily similar to Enoch’s account.
A great Swedish seer, Emanuel Swedenborg, went floundering
around the cosmos in the 1700’s, leaving behind a score of ponderous books
written in Latin. Apparently, he was a powerful psychic and astral
projectionist. Many of his experiences were undoubtedly what we now
call OBE’s (out of body experiences). Like Enoch, many modern OBE’s
begin when the percipient is seemingly aroused from a sound sleep and finds
himself confronted with a guide who resembles an Indian, a giant, a dwarf,
an ethereal spirit or even a space entity. This guide then takes
the percipient on a wonderful tour of a very realistic universe.
It doesn’t seem to be a dream but there are many dreamlike qualities.
For example, the tour may seem to take many hours, even days,but when the
percipient is returned to his bed he finds only a few minutes have passed.
This happened to Enoch and Swedenborg. The process can also be reversed.
The experience may seem to be short but when the percipient returns he
finds he has been gone for days, weeks, even years. Earth time loses
its meaning in these adventures.
For most of his life, Swedenborg was a scientist, mathematician
and mining engineer. Then, suddenly, at the age of fifty-six, he underwent
the classic Cosmic Illumination process when powerful visions and psychic
insights revolutionized his thinking and changed his entire life almost
The dull, middle-aged man of science suddenly became
aware of the great universe of energies that surrounds all of us.
And, like so many other victims of Cosmic Illumination, he abandoned his
former life completely. His friends and relatives thought he had
gone bananas. He claimed that he had visited Jupiter and other planets.
And he professed to have daily conversations with the spirits of great
men from the past. He often fell into trances that sometimes lasted
as long as three days, much to the alarm of the people around him.
Of course, during some of these trances he became the victim of missing
time. That is, his brain was unable to account for long periods of
time or supplied confabulations (false memories) to fill in the gaps.
This “missing time”phenomenon has been happening wholesale in the 20th
century and whole cults have sprung up around the confabulations produced
by the percipients. Lacuna amnesia, the medical term for this, has
become a serious study for many doctors and psychiatrists and hundreds
of technical books have been written about it.
Did Enoch and Swedenborg actually visit heaven, hell
and all the myriad worlds in between? It’s not very likely. But their
minds did take trips stimulated, perhaps, by the mysterious forces which
seem to control the human race and are actually able to distort our reality.
These forces have been given a thousand names over the centuries and have
been credited with all kinds of wonders, miracles and catastrophes.
“Man is so created,” Swedenborg noted, “as to live
simultaneously in the natural world and in the spiritual world.Thus he
has an internal and an external nature or mind...of the interior state
of the mind, or of his internal man, man knows nothing whatever and though
infinite things are there, not one of them rises to man’s cognizance.”
Swedenborg astonished his friends with precise prophecies
of future events. He was even able to accurately describe events
that were occurring hundreds of miles away at that exact moment.
He traveled in the highest circles, mixing with Royal court circles and
the wealthiest people of his time. But his books were poorly received
during his life-time. After he died, at the age of 84, his work became
the center of a religion that flourishes to this day. And his books
have been translated into many languages and are easily obtainable through
the various Swedenborgian Foundations and churches around the world.
So here is a “contactee” who has survived for almost four hundred years!
There have been many others.
Several years ago, I was mysteriously drawn to a cemetery
on Long Island after a rash of strange phone calls and eerie instructions
from various UFO contactees. Following their directions, I found
myself standing among the tombstones ofa family named Denton. But
I didn’t understand why. So later, on one of my many visits to the
musty book stacks in the cavernous New York Public Library, I decided to
see if I could locate any information on the Denton family. I was
flabbergasted by what I discovered.
Back in the 1860’s, shortly after the Civil War, the
Denton family of Wellesley, Massachusetts began to visit Venus and other
planets! They did it psychically, with their mind’s eye, according
to William Denton. His son Sherman was the first to establish contact
in 1866. Venus was very prominent in the sky and Sherman just closed
his eyes and, according to his father, “described trees, animals that were
half fish and half muskrat, and water that was heavy but not wet.
This was the first of a number of experiments in outer space, achieved
by choosing the object, then closing the eyes.”
Sherman’s next trip was to Mars where he saw flying
machines made of aluminum. Public interest in the Denton family’s adventures
soared.Mrs. Denton was soon fluttering around the solar system too, while
Papa Denton wrote a series of best-selling books.“A telescope,” he observed,
“only enables us to see; but the spiritual faculties enable their possessors
to hear, smell, taste and feel, and become for the time being, almost inhabitants
of the planet they were examining.”
The Denton family hit the road with the act and, for
the next several years, they played theaters all over the country, peddling
their books in the fashion of the medicine shows popular during that period.
They took advantage of the New Age craze that was sweeping America in the
aftermath of the Civil War and the amazing rise of Spiritualism.
Everyone everywhere was suddenly aware of Swedenborg’s “internal man” and
before the century ended, most were chatting with spirits, Atlanteans,
Indian guides, Ashtar and assorted space entities. Astral projectionists
everywhere were zooming around to the backside of the moon and frolicking
on the satellites of Jupiter.
The next New Age revival took place in the aftermath
of World War I. The boys who failed to come home in 1918 began conversing
with their loved ones through spirit mediums and spiritualism again became
the rage. (Spiritualism began in 1848 and has had many revivals since.)
Harry Houdini saved his flagging career by exposing some of the many phony
spiritualists who claimed they had visited distant planets, particularly
Mars. Mars was a favorite of the Sunday supplements because bearded
astronomers of great repute claimed they could see broad canals and even
cities on the faraway body.
Our space probes of the 1960’s and 70’s proved that
they were wrong and that there is apparently no sign of intelligent life
anywhere in this solar system. However, astronauts gazing back at the earth
from deep space did discern peculiar grid marks in North America that suggested
some kind of intelligence. It turned out that the grid marks were
logging roads in northern Canada. Except for those roads, there is
no other visible sign of life on our own planet!
Following World War II, there was another big revival
of interest in things spiritual and a whole new New Age movement sprang
up in the 1950’s. These New Agers were preoccupied with flying saucers
and the space brethren who were issuing stern warnings about our atomic
follies. We were told to shape up or ship out. And some of
us went! There were growing numbers of contactees all over the world
who claimed they had been flown to other planets in flying saucers.
Thousands of others were complaining about being seized by hypnotic-like
trances and losing time. The phenomena were so widespread and so
bizarre that no government could deal with them. Investigating the
manifestations was an impossible task. Even more impossible was the
task of interpreting what was going on. Hard facts were few. Speculations
were rife. Scientists who attempted to study what was going on soon
were at each other’s throats. Civilian groups ended up battling meaningless
windmills...and each other. Because no government would confirm their
personal theories, they assumed the governments of the world were engaged
in a massive cover-up. The French government did finance civilian
investigatory efforts in the1970’s. The result was that the French
civilian ufologists soon decided there were no UFOs and the whole French
movement collapsed in a sea of disgruntled blarney.
Here in the U.S., a sign painter named Allen Noonan
fell off a ladder, banged his head and found he had awakened strange psychic
abilities in himself. He was soon communicating with space people
and undergoing all kinds of strange experiences.
In Holland, a man named Peter Hurkos also fell on his
skull and the accident turned him into a world famous psychic who has spent
his life helping police solve crimes.
In 1947, in England, a struggling British writer named
Cyril Hoskin told his astonished wife that he had decided to change his
name. A few months later, Cyril Hoskin became Carl Kuon Suo by court
order. But he found he was just as unemployable as Kuon Sou as he
had been as Hoskin. Life was a tiresome struggle even though he felt
a strange compulsion to adopt Oriental ways. He became confused mentally,
abandoned his home and moved to a distant district where he was troubled
by hallucinations (by his own admission later) and developed a kind of
split personality, the Englishman being slowly replaced by an Oriental
entity while his appalled wife watched. Then, on June 13, 1949, while
climbing a ladder in his garden, Carl Kuon Suo fell and cracked his head,
suffering a mild concussion. When he recovered, the Englishman was
gone and had been replaced by a Tibetan with full memories of growing up
In 1949, Tibet was still one of the most remote and
inaccessible places on Earth. Only a handful of Westerners had ever
been there. It was a forbidden mountain kingdom.
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ted to answer his critics. The newspapers would
not give him any space and only one television station offered t ointerview
him provided he followed a script they wrote!
For the rest of his life he repeatedly insisted that
all his claims were true. But the British press delightedly pointed
out that he was an unemployed Englishman named Cyril Hoskin who had never
once set foot outside Great Britain.The controversy raged for years and
the press finally droveTuesday Lobsang Rampa out of England to Canada where
he spent his remaining days.
His wife later wrote, “Although The Third Eye has beens
uch a great success and brought enlightenment to many, my husband never
wanted to write it. Instead he hoped to obtain a position which would
provide an adequate income so that he could avoid publicity and the limelight...
Being un-able to obtain employment, there was no alternative to writing
The Third Eye, which is absolutely true, and he is satisfied that it has
been a means of bringing help, comfort and assurance to many.”
Once he was a famous Tibetan author, Tuesday Lobsang
Rampa wrote other books, including the one now in you rhands. This book
was, in fact, chapters deleted from one of his other works. It was
discovered by the late Gray Barker, who rescued it from total oblivion.
It is possible, of course, that it is total hogwash. It is also possible
that it is a description of an O.B.E., like so much of Lobsang’s work purports
to be. Certainly, it is at least as valid as Swedenborg’s visits
to Jupiter, Enoch’s travels among the Gregori and William Denton’s excursions
to Venus. It may be that there is a curtain of magnetic frequencies
between our reality and some other, greater universe that only a few are
privileged to see. And everything indicates that T. Lobsang Rampawas
one of them.
John A. Keel
P.O. Box 1594, Prescot
New York, N.Y. 1988
Mr. Gray Barker Box 2228
Clarksburg West Virginia
October 31, 1966
Dear Mr. Barker,
This book should not have been published
really, but I am prepared to believe that you published in good faith under
the assumption that I was in South America and so not available.
To regularise your position I suggest
this; you make two alterations as requested by me, and I will give you
permission to publish and sell the book. I will not take royalties
on this book, “My Visit to Venus,” but instead you can send ten per cent
of your profits to The Save A Cat League of 245 West 25th Street, New York
City, because poor little cats have a miserable time in this hard world.
You and I have had a hard time at
the hands of the igno- rant and spiteful, and I have NEVER been afforded
any opportunity of giving my own side of the case. The moronic press
are like mad dogs in their insensate hatred of that which they do not understand.
I tell you definitely and emphatically
that all my books are true, are my own personal experiences, and I am whom
I claim to be.
T. Lobsang Rampa
In 1956, London publishers Secker and Warburg
brought out what they thought was a very good occult book. Never
did they, nor Doubleday and Company the New York publishers,
foresee that the book would suddenly capture the imagination of two nations
as the general public read the most fascinating book on Tibet ever published.
The book was autobiographic and told the strange and
inspiring story of a Tibetan monk who had progressed from neophyte to lamahood,
and had eventually attained a certain occult faculty which comprised the
title of the book. “THE THIRD EYE,” by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa was not only
a recounting of his initiations and monastery doings, but it also proved
to be a highly lively account of everyday Tibetan life. We read the book
from cover to cover one night, every bit as fascinated as everybody else.
But we couldn’t help won-dering how an Easterner could have mastered the
English language so vivaciously.
The reason was soon to come in the furor over the book
which took place in London when some Tibetan scholars challenged the authenticity
of Rampa and averred he was not a Tibetan and had never been to Tibet!
Then T. Lobsang Rampa’s side of the story was revealed.
No he had indeed never been to Tibet, in his present body. The spirit of
a Tibetan lama had, however entered his body, under unusual circumstances.
In reply to his critics, Rampa stated: “THE THIRD EYE is absolutely
true and all that I write in that book is fact. I, a Tibetan lama,
now occupy what was originally the body of a Western man, and I occupy
it to the permanent and total exclusion of the former occupant. He
gave his willing consent, being glad to escape from life on this earth
in view of my urgent need.
“The actual change-over occurred on the l3th of June,
1949, but the way had to be prepared some time before that. I know
that I have a special task to do, and I became aware that it would be necessary
to come to England for various reasons connected with it. In the
latter part of 1947, I was able to by telepathy send impressions to a suitable
person. In February, 1946, he changed his name by legal Deed Poll.
“To make the change-over easier he altered his address
a number of times and lost contact with all friends and rela- tions.
On the l3th of June, 1949, he had a slight accident which resulted in concussion
and which ‘knocked him out of himself.’ This enabled me to take over.
“I tried very hard indeed to obtain employment in Eng-
land, but for various reasons there was no assistance from the Employment
Exchange. For years I visited Employment Exchanges and
the Appointment Bureau is Tavistock Square, London.
I was also registered with a number of private Employment Agencies and
paid quite a considerable amount to them in fees, but none of them did
anything for me.
“For some time we lived on capital which had been saved
and upon anything which I was able to earn from doing free- lance writing
“I have a special task to do because during my life
in Tibet I had been to the Chang Tang Highlands where I had seen a device
which enables people to see the human aura. I am clairvoyant and
can see the aura as I have demonstrated to many people at many times, but
I am aware that if doctors and surgeons could see the human aura then they
could determine the illness afflicting a human body before it was at all
serious. It was not possible for me to come to England in the body
which I then had. I tried but to no avail.
“The aura is merely a corona discharge of the body,
of the life force. It is similar to the corona discharge from a high
tension cable which can be seen by almost anyone on a misty night, and
if money would be spent on research, medi-cal science would have one of
the most potent tools for the cure of disease. I had to have money
in order to carry out my own research, but, I have never taken money for
curing people’s illnesses or for taking their troubles off their shoul-ders
as has been misrepresented in a certain paper!
“And how did The Third Eye come to be written?
I cer-tainly did not want to write it but I was desperate to get a job
so I could get on with my allotted task. I tried for job after job
without avail, until eventually a friend offered to put me in touch with
a gentleman who might be able to use my service. Mr. Brooks said
I should write a book. I insisted that I did not want to write a
book and so we parted. Mr. Brooks wrote me again and once more
suggested that I should write a book. In the interval between seeing
him and receiving his letter I had been for other interviews and had been
rejected. So with much reluctance I accepted Mr. Brooks’ offer
to write such a book, and here again I repeat that everything said in that
book is true. Everything said in my second book, Doctor From Lhasa
is also true. One should not place too much credence in ‘experts’
or ‘Tibetan Scholars’ when it is seen how one “expert” contradicts the
other, when they cannot agree on what is right and what is wrong, and after
all how many of those ‘Tibetan scholars’ have entered a lamasery at the
age of seven, and worked all the way through life as a Tibetan, and then
taken over the body of a Westerner? I have !”
What about the man whose body Rampa took over?
What of his former life before the transformation?
Following are some remarkable statements by his wife: “Many people will
wonder about the one who occupied that Western body before it was taken
over by a Tibetan and I, as the wife, would like to tell something
of events leading to the change of personality. “At the first indication
of something different I was more than a little startled. We were leading
a quiet life in Surrey, my husband being on the staff of a correspondence
college, in an advisory capacity, and the war had been over for two years.
Out of the blue came his remark toward the end of 1947; sitting quietly
for some time, he startled me by suddenly saying, “I am going to change
my name.” I looked at him aghast for I failed to see any point in
doing such a thing. We had nothing to hide, nothing from which to
run away. It took me some time to recover after he continued, “Yes,
we will change our name by Deed Poll.”
“By February, 1948, all the legal formalities had been
completed, and we had no further right to our previous name. My husband’s
employer was not pleased, but there was little he could do about it, especially
as at about that time one of the firm’s directors had made an alteration
to his own name.
“Of course everyone thought we had at last taken leave
of our senses, but that never bothered me. I had lived with my husband
for eight years and knew that if he had a hunch to do anything at all there
was always a good reason for it. Soon, however, we noticed people
were not saying our name when addressing us, and even after seeing it written
they didn’t seem able to spell it; for that reason we later shortened it.
I want to clarify this point to show that we have at no time used an alias
as has been mistakenly suggested.
“At about this time my husband talked a great deal
about the East and on occasions he did in fact wear Eastern dress;
he often seemed to be very preoccupied in his manner, and I have
known him to fall into a trance state and speak in an unfamiliar
tongue, which I now believe to be a language of the East. In July,
1949, he again made a sudden decision; this time to give up his job! This
he did to the consternationof his employer who had always found him to
be a very useful and conscientious member of his staff.
“The idea behind this was so that we could leave the
district and lose all contact with the past, which we did. Within
a year we had completely lost touch with previous acquaintances and with
our former life. We managed to exist on what we had saved, together
with what we could earn from various forms of writing. “The day I happened
to look out the window and see my husband lying at the foot of a tree in
the garden is something I shall never forget. I hurried out to find
he was recovered, but to me, a trained nurse, he seemed to be stunned or
something. When eventually he regained consciousness he seemed to
act differently, and in ways I did not understand.
“After getting him indoors and upstairs to our flat
to rest, the main thought in my mind was to get a doctor as quickly as
possible, but I was reckoning without him; he seemed to sense my alarm
and implored me not to do so, assuring me that he was quite all right.
Certainly his speech seemed dif-ferent, more halting; as if he was unfamiliar
with the lan-guage, and his voice appeared deeper than before.
“For some time I was quite concerned, for something
seemed to have happened to his memory. Before speaking or moving
he appeared to be making calculations; much later I learned that he was
“tuning in to my mind” to see what was expected of him. I do not
mind admitting that in the early stages I was very worried, but now it
seems quite natural. I have never ceased to wonder that such an ordinary
individual as myself should be so closely associated with such a remarkable
occurrence as the advent of a Tibetan lama to the Western World”
Although the so-called “Tibetan Scholars” grabbed most
of the press copy, there were those who felt that they were not so scholarly
after all. Consider the following letter, received by Gray Barker
from a Buddhist, when Barker announced that he would publish Rampa’s second
book in the United States and discuss the controversy in print.
Dear Mr. Barker:
After reading your remarks on Lobsang Rampa’s The Third
Eye, I am prompted to add a few of my own. During 1957, I had
occasion to write a review of the book for the North Indian Buddhist Quarterly,
and most especially to dis-cuss the theological and philosophical material
contained within the text. At the time I wrote the review, I was,
as were so many others, trying to find fault with the accuracy of the information
given. I had already heard that some of the descriptions of costume
and garb did not accord with the reports of academic anthropology, and,
in my ignorance of the divergences of Tibetan religion from orthodox Bud-dhism,
I was shocked to find that one who called himself a monk should embrace
views which, from the standpoint of Aryan doctrine, were all but heretical.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I received letters
from Tibetan phoongi, complimenting the succinct description of dbuchan
theology contained in my review. This description was composed exclusively
of paraphrases on the Lobsang Rampa book under review. The greatest point
of discussion was that which had to do with the order of discipline within
the itinerant communities of Tibetan monks. The Western correspondents,
and Indian observers all told me that Rampa was wrong; but the Tibetans
wrote complaining that he had divulged secret knowledge, which was the
property of the arcane schools of their
country, and which “a closed brother, in physical
form, or etheric, did poorly to publish in the far lands to the West, where
it lay open to the gaze of the Uninitiate.”
at Bodhi Sangha Sat America
New York, N.Y.
Prologue by Gray Barker
Even though “exposed” by “Tibetan scholars,”
the public continued to believe in Rampa; and to buy his books. Lobsang
Rampa's subsequent books give more details of experiences which he encountered
after the period covered by The Third Eye. Some of them consist of
practical occult teachings from which the ordiriary person can profit.
Rampa kept the subject of flying saucers and space travel out of his books,
evidently afraid that these accounts might not be believed. Some
of these writing, included in this book, have been published by the “saucer
press,” and some of them have been circulated privately in a mimeographed
Public awareness of the UFO phenomena, however, has
come a long way since the 1950's. We think it is time to put together Rampa's
flying saucer writings in book form so that the public can read of these
And so this limited edition has been prepared and published.
We predict that it will be much sought after, and that once this original
edition is gone it will become a prize collector's item. The copy you hold
will become much worn and dog-eared before its demise. We hope it
gives pleasure to the owner, and to those who borrow it!
"My Visit to Venus"
by T.Lobsang Rampa
THE HOME OF THE GODS
Flying saucers? Of course there are flying saucers!
I have even been for a trip in one Tibet is the most convenient country
of all for flying saucers. It is remote from the bustle of the everyday
world, and is peopled by those who place religion and scientific concepts
before material gain. Throughout the centuries the people of Tibet
have known the truth about flying saucers, what they are, why they are,
how they work, and the purpose behind it all. We know of the flying saucer
people as the gods in the sky in their fiery chariots. But let me relate
an incident which certainly has never been told before in any country outside
of Tibet, and which is utterly true.
The day was bitter. Frozen pellets of ice driven
by the howling gale hammered like bullets into our flapping robes and tore
the skin off any exposed surface. The sky was a vivid purple with
patches of startlingly white clouds which raced off into the hinterland.
Here, nearly thirty thousand feet above the sea, in the Chang Tang Highlands
of Tibet, we were toiling upwards, upwards.
At out last resting place, some five miles behind us,
a voice had come into our consciousness: “Strive on, my brothers.
Strive on, and enter the fog belt again, for there is much for you to see.”
The seven of us, all high lamas from the lama-series of Tibet, had had
much telepathic communication with the Gods of the Skies. From them
we had learned the secret of the chariots which sped swiftly across our
land and which some- times alighted in remote districts.
Onwards we climbed, higher, and higher, clawing a foot-
hold in the hard earth, forcing our fingers into the slightest crevice
in the rocks. At last we reached the mysterious fog belt again, and
entered. Soon we were through it and into the wonderfully heated
land of a bygone age.
“A day’s march more, my brothers,” said the voice,
“and you shall see a chariot of old.”
For that night we rested in the warmth and comfort
of the Hidden Land. We found ease and relaxation on a soft bed of
moss, and in the morning we gratefully bathed in a warm, broad river before
setting out on another day’s march. Here in this land there were
pleasant fruits which we took with us for our meal, a satisfactory change
indeed from the eternal tsampa!
Throughout that day we journeyed upwards through pleas-
ant trees of rhododendron and walnut, and other the like of which we had
not seen before. All the time we were rising upwards, and all the
time we were in this pleasant warm land. With nightfall upon us we
made our camp beneath some trees, and lit our fire, then rolled ourselves
in our robes, and fell asleep. With the first light of dawn we were
again ready to continue our journey. For perhaps another two to two and
a half miles we marched, and then came to an open clearing. Here
we were stopped, dumfounded with amazement; the clearing before us was
vast, and incredible.
The open plain we saw was perhaps five miles across
and the scene was so strange that even now I hesitate to write because
of the knowledge that I shall be disbelieved. The plain was about
five miles across and at its distant side there was a vast sheet of ice
extending upwards, like a sheet of glass reaching toward the heavens.
But that was not the strangest thing before us, for the plain contained
a ruined city, and yet some buildings were quite intact. Some buildings,
in fact, looked almost new.
Nearby, in a spacious courtyard, there was an immense
metal structure which reminded me of two of our temple dishes, clamped
together, and it was clearly a vehicle of some sort.
My guide, the Lama Mingyar Dondup, broke our awed silence,
saying. “This was the home of the Gods half a million years ago.
During those days men strove against the Gods, and invented a device to
shatter an atom which wrought disaster on the earth, causing lands to rise
and lands to sink, destroying mountains and creating anew. This was
a mighty city, the metropolis, and here was once the seashore. The convulsion
of the earth which followed an explosion raised this land thou-sands of
feet, and the shock of that explosion altered the rotation of the earth.
We shall go closer, and we shall see other parts of the city embedded in
the ice of the glacier—a glacier which, in this hot valley, was gently
melted, leaving intact these ancient buildings.”
We listened in fascinated silence, and then, as if by
one common impulse, we moved forward. Only as we came close to the
buildings did it become apparent to us that the people who had lived here
must have been not less than twelve feet tall. Everything was on
a giant scale, and I was forcibly reminded of those huge figures which
I had seen deep in the hidden vaults of the Potala.
We approached the strange vehicle of metal. It
was immense. Perhaps fifty or sixty feet across and now dulled with
age. We saw a ladder extending up into a dark opening and, feeling
as if we trod sacred ground, we crept up, one by one. The Lama Mingyar
Dondup went first and soon disappeared into the dark hole. I was
next, and as I reached the top of the ladder and stepped inside the metal
hull I saw my guide bending over what looked to be a sloping table in this
large metal room. He touched something, a bluish light came on, and
there was a faint hum. To our horrified amazement, at the far end of the
room figures appeared and walked toward us and spoke to us.
Our first impulse was to turn and run, to flee this
house of magic, but a voice in our brains stopped us. “Be not afraid,”
it said, “for we were aware of your coming and have been so aware this
last hundred years. We made provisions so that those who were intrepid
enough to enter this vessel should know the past.” We were held as if hypnotized,
powerless to move, powerless to obey our animal instincts and escape. “Be
seated,” said the voice, “for this will be long, and tired men do not listen
We sat, the seven of us in a row, facing the end of
the room, and waited. For some seconds the buzzing continued.
The light in the room faded, and we were in a darkness so profound that
we could not see our hands before us. Some seconds later the buzzing
stopped and there was a faint click, then upon the wall appeared pictures—pictures
so utterly strange that they were almost beyond our comprehension.
Pictures of a mighty city among whose ruins we now sat, a city beside the
sea upon which rode many strange craft. Overhead, disc-like vehicles
soared through the air, soundlessly, effortlessly.
Upon the shore of golden sands giant figures
strode amongst waving palm trees. We could hear the sound of happy voices
of children at play as they splashed in the surf. We saw scenes in
the streets, in the houses, in the public buildings. Without warning,
we saw as if from some craft in the air. It reminded me so
vividly of my kite flying that I almost clutched a non-existent cross-bar.
Then there was a dreadful boom, and from afar a mushroom-shaped cloud soared
miles to the heavens, a cloud shot with crimson and yellow, as if the very
breath of the gods was afire.
From our vantage point we saw buildings topple,
and people fleeing for their lives. Then, from out of the distance
roared a huge wave of the sea, perhaps fifty feet, perhaps a hundred feet
high. It struck the land and engulfed the houses—the once stately
metropolis. The earth shook, the picture swirled, and spinning, and
all was blackness. For what seemed to be a long time we sat wonderingly
in the darkness. A picture came on the wall again, but this time
a different picture. We saw the clearing, and in it were strange
craft, such as that in which we now sat. Men seemed to be doing maintenance
Craft were continually arriving and departing.
There seemed to be many different types of people, ranging from those about
fifteen feet tall to some about five feet tall.
The picture changed and we saw views outside the earth,
and a view of the dark side of the moon. The voice of the screen
gave us an explanation throughout the picture. We learned that there
was an Associa-tion, a White Brotherhood, composed of incarnate and discar-nate
entities. Those who were incarnate came from many different planets,
and they had as their one aim the safeguard-ing of life. Man, we
were told, was certainly not the highest form of evolution, and these people,
these guardians, worked for creatures of all kinds, not merely for man.
We were told Tibet was to be invaded, and
that the invaders, Communists, would be as a disease on the body of the
earth. Communism, we were told, would be eradicated and in the age
to follow creatures of all kinds would commune together as in the days
of long ago.
Tibet was to be invaded. But even Tibet would
play her part with telepathic lamas who could so easily contact space ships.
Earth, they said, was a colony, and these people of outer space supervised
the earth so that they could mitigate the effects of atomic radiation and,
it was hoped, save the people of earth from blowing their world to pieces.
We, the seven telepathic lamas, were taken in a space ship, and up into
the air. We saw, in half an hour, our land of Tibet; a land which
it would take three months for a man on a fast horse to cross. Then
with no increase in gravity, with no sensation of speed, we were taken
out of the atmosphere and into space. We know how these space ships work.
We know why they can turn so quickly, and why those within them are not
affected by centrifugal force, but that is for another occasion.
INSIDE THE SHIP
The vivid purple of the afternoon sky was
suddenly cut by a snow white line as if a finger of a god had swept aside
the dark to show a light beneath. The glittering silver at the head
of the growing line sped across the sky almost too fast for the eye to
follow. A sudden flash of light, and the silver was gone, heading for the
blackness of space.
We lamas lay upon our backs upon the soft green sward
of the hidden valley some twenty-five thousand feet above the level of
the sea. Higher still towered the jagged peaks which surrounded the
warm and pleasant land and protected larger than the British Isles, has
many mysteries but none so strange as this, a valley of tropical splendor
amid the sub-ing back to the time of the Flood, and stranger still, where
the Gods of the Sky had a base.
For centuries past telepathic lamas of high degree
had been in communication with these Gods, and had learned much from them.
Now we, highly favored men, were meet-ing them.
We lay upon our backs, thinking of the wonders we had
seen. To our right, in an immense clearing, stood strange machines,
machines which would be strange even to the highly merchandised world beyond
our land. Men of other worlds than Earth walked about, some moving
with lithe grace, breathing the air we breathed, and others stumbling a
little in strange clothing which, transparent, covered even their heads,
and allowed them to breathe a different atmosphere.
For some hours we had lain thus, watching, marveling
and following by telepathy the purpose of these activities. Our close
concentration was suddenly shattered by a deep hum- ming which came from
just above us. Turning our heads we saw a spinning disc approaching.
As it passed over us we were flattened to the earth as if by a very strong
wind, as if our weight had surprisingly doubled on the instant. Then it
was over, and we raised up, resting upon an elbow to watch the landing
of the machine.
It resembled two very shallow Tibetan bowls placed
edge to edge, one resting upon the other, and through the center of both
was a transparent dome, or perhaps translucent would be a better description,
because, while it was obviously transparent, we could not see clearly into
it. Now the whole machine was rotating above the dome, and making a “swish-swish-swish”
noise, reminding us of Prayer Flags fluttering in a strong breeze.
The deep humming had stopped as the machine hovered above what was quite
obviously a landing ground. Gradually the machine sank, lower and
lower, until it was obscured from the view by | much larger tubular vessel.
From a nearby building a pear-shaped ve- hicle sped to the newly-arrived
machine. Some minutes later it came into view again, going in the
opposite direction, and returning to the building.
Our intent watching was interrupted by a man who came
towards us and said: “Come now, my brothers, for we have much to show you.”
We rose to our feet, and once again we felt ashamed of our lack of stature;
the Lama Mingyar Dondup was six feet tall, and we were all within three
inches of that, but this man was twice as tall as Mingyar Dondup!
I felt as if we were a seven-year-old about to enter a lamasery for the
first time. The Tall One had apparently guessed my thoughts, or read
them telepathically, for he said: “It is not the size of the body which
matters, my brother, but the size of the aura, and the soul which is within.
Here we have people ranging from those smaller than you to taller than
He lead us across the green, moss-covered earth.
This was as hard as rock, smooth without mark or blemish, yet it did not
jar our feet as we walked across it as rock did. I looked about me
in fascination, wondering at all the strange alien activities going on
around us. The Tall One was evidently a man of much importance, for
all those working nearby touched their heart to him as he passed—a greeting
which we in our ignorance thought was our Eastern method. We felt
very self-conscious in our shabby robes, torn and threadbare through the
hard journey from Lhasa.
As we walked, the Tall One amplified the remarks of
the day before, telling us the Earth was a colony, a colony which was afflicted
with a dread disease which made most of the inhabitants behave like mad
dogs. For centuries the Earth has been observed so that all at the
right time people could be helped. That time was near. Certain
of us, of Tibet, were more developed telepathically and esoterically, so
we were being given special information and special experience. “Now,”
he said, “we are going to show you your world from beyond its atmosphere.
For this it will be better if you are in a craft manned by those of your
INSIDE THE SHIP
We were standing before a vessel of tubular
shape, some three hundred and fifty feet long by about sixty feet wide.
A broad platform led from the ground to the interior. As we approached,
a man of medium height, but very broad, came down to meet us. He
touched his heart to the Tall One, and for a moment they looked at each
other while a message passed between them. Then the Broad One turned
to us and beckoned for us to follow him. We, following the example
of my Guide, the Lama Mingyar Dondup, turned first to the Tall One, touching
our right hand to our heart before bowing and turning away to follow the
The unknown is always fearsome. My own heartbeat
in- creased in tempo as we walked up the sloping ramp, paused a moment,
and entered that alien doorway. Inside was a long corridor, pale
restful green in color, and the walls appeared to be luminous. The
light was uniform, and there were no shadows. The Broad One led us along
the corridor for several yards, then stopping, he raised his hands and
a portion of the wall slid aside to reveal a pleasant room of which one
side and the floor appeared to be so transparent that we were almost afraid
“Have no fear,” he said. “The floor is very solid and
will bear you safely. What you actually see is a special
screen which shows all outside. There are no windows here.”
We gasped, and entered hesitatingly: it was as if we were walking on nothing
and I certainly had the impression that I would fall through to the ground.
The Broad One faced a wall and seemed to become re-
mote from us as if he were deep in thought for a time. I stood idly
gazing through what I had thought was a transparent floor, but now knew
to be a special screen. I watched other vessels nearby, and people
working on them. Suddenly my knees felt weak with terror. Things
were moving further away: the ground was dropping beneath us, and I expected
us to fall as well, but there was no sign, no sensation of motion.
The Broad One came out of his seeming reverie and spoke.
“We are going to take you off the earth,” he said. “We are going
to show you your earth from afar.” I replied, “But we are not moving.
If we were we would feel some- thing. When I swung at the end of a rope,
or when I flew in a kite I certainly felt. But here there is no sensation.”
The Broad One replied, “No, there is no sensation, but we maneuver
at speeds beyond the ability of any flesh and blood to withstand, and we
have special devices which automatically neutralize the effect of sudden
turns or of too high speed stops. You will feel nothing whatever
in this ship, nor is there anything for you to worry about. We have
long ago mastered the science of gravity. Later you shall see through
this ship, but first—” He gestured with his hands toward the screens.
NO SENSATION OF MOTION
Far beneath us the rugged land that was Tibet
was sinking. The mighty mountains, some towering higher than the much-vaulted
Everest, were becoming flattened by the distance, becoming just pimples
on a plain surface. We rose higher and higher until at last we could
see our Happy River (as we Tibetans call it) swelling out into the mighty
sacred river of India, out into the ocean which we had not seen before.
We saw the outline of the coast and could easily distinguish the Bay of
Bengal, and see far into China. We could even see the Great Wall
of China as a thin crack across the ground.
The sun seemed to be below us, huge, swollen by the
refraction of the air, glowing red like the open mouth of a lamasery furnace.
Still there was no motion, no impression of anything. We stood and
watched, and thought how utterly remote was all this from our normal life
upon the arid earth.
The Broad One gestured to a wall. He touched
some-thing and bench-like seats sprang from the previously smooth
surface. “Sit down,” he said. “You can see more comfortably
We sat, rather gingerly and rather embarrassed, because
as we sat down we seemed to sink into something which gripped our shrinking
forms through our thin robes. “Form-fitting seats,” said the Broad
One. “very comfortable. They prevent you from slipping off
yet they yield to every movement.” “Form-fitting indeed,” thought
I. Certainly I am not used to being held in this manner. Still,
I supposed I shall get used to it. Now safely seated, I gazed
again at the screens and held my breath in sheer amazement.
I had been taught that the earth was flat, now I knew better because I
could see myself that the earth was round globe like the ball with which
I used to play. Here we were, far up above the earth, going higher
and higher, until at last we were completely free of the atmosphere. The
earth turned slowly beneath us, a huge globe largely covered by the grey-green
of the ocean. The land masses appeared insignificant, with splotches
of green and russet. Large areas of it were covered with white fleecy clouds
obscuring much of the surface. Through gaps we could see the outline of
continents and islands. We could see inland lakes, but of cities there
was no sign. From height there was no indication whatsoever that
there was life upon Earth.
VIEW OF THE UNIVERSE
Surrounding the Earth was a faint bluish haze,
fairly dense close in, but fading out altogether after a few miles. The
Earth rolled on, turning lazily like a hawk wheeling slowly in the sky.
The Broad One said. “You are intent upon Earth, yet the whole of
your Universe is before you. Is it not worth a glance?” It
brought us to life with a start, and we looked up. Above us was utter
blackness interrupted with startlingly vivid points of light. Distant
planets appeared sharply round and of many different hues, while on those
nearer we could distinguish features of their surface. So that we
could gaze upon the sun, the Broad One caused a dark shield to cover part
of the screen. We saw the sun huge and clear, and the sight struck
us with terror because we thought it was on fire. Vast tongues of
flame leapt from its circumference, while its surface presented itself
to us as a writhing mass, freely marked with dark blobs.
“We have a base on what you call the Moon,” said the
Broad One. “The Moon always presents one side to the Earth.
Our base is on the other side and we are going there now.” The filter
was swung aside and we were able to gaze upon the blindingly brilliant
face of the Moon, that airless world which still contains life deep beneath
its surface. We approached it at a speed which was so fast as to
be quite incomprehensible to us, but there was no sensation of speed.
“You have learned much about us,” said the Broad One.
“Yet, upon Earth people are taught that we do not exist.
They have to be taught so because of the religious teaching that Man is
made in the image of God, and the people of the Earth think that Man is
the Earth human. Today to admit the possibility of Man on other planets
would be to prove the various religions wrong. Again, those who hold
the power of life and death over nations dare not let it be known that
there is even a greater power, for to do so would be to lessen their hold
upon their enslaved people.”
Later we were taken on a tour of the space
ship and were introduced to the large crew. We felt very ignorant
in their presence, but they did everything possible to answer ourquestions
and set us at ease. The problem of propulsion interested me greatly,
and I was given an answer in much detail. There were a number of
methods used, ships for different purposes had the appropriate method of
propulsion. That on which we were traveling had a form of magnetism
which was repelling to Earth’s magnetism. The electricity used on
Earth, we were told, was most crude. That used elsewhere was a form
of magnetism based on cosmic energy. The force was picked up from
the cosmos by special collectors on the surface of the ship and conducted
to the “engine room.” Here it was fed through induction coils to
the two halves of the ship. The half facing the Earth was strongly
repelling to Earth, and the half facing the planet of destination, in this
case the Moon, was strongly attracted to that planet.
On a planet the repelling force could be adjusted so
that the machine could hover, rise or sink. The whole interior of
the ship was lined with a network of conductors so that no matter what
attitude a ship adopted, the force of gravity was at all times that most
suitable for the occupants. We were shown the remarkable simple device
which automatically adjusted the gravitational force.
But there is no more space to go into greater detail.
It is indeed a tragedy that Western peoples are so skeptical, for there
is such a lot to tell, and it is a waste of time to even start when one
KNOWS that one will be disbelieved. Flying saucers are real. Very real.
MY VISIT TO VENUS
The evening winds sighed gently through the
trees of the Hidden Valley. There was an atmosphere of peace, of
harmony, of Beings working for good. We lay by the side of our camp
fire, the Lama Mingyar Dondup and three companions, five of us in all.
We had journeyed far from Lhasa, from the frozen slopes of mountains and
barren land. Now there were but five of us though eleven of us had
started out. Our companions had fallen by the wayside, victims of
avalanches, victims of privation and of the bitter, freezing cold.
Now, though, in the warmth of this Hidden Valley we
lay at peace. Marvels had indeed befallen us since we had first communed
with the Gods from other worlds, the Gods who looked after the Earth and
kept it from self-destruction. To-night, we thought, we will retire
early. We had earned our sleep, our rest, for throughout the day
we had been seeing the secrets of the immense city which was half
buried in the glacier. We had learned much but; we were to learn
We looked at each other, wondering who was speaking,
because a gentle but insistent thought kept coming into our minds.
“Brothers, brothers, come this way for we are waiting.”
Hesitantly, one after the other, we got to our feet
and looked about us. There was no one in sight, but again came the
insistent command, “Brothers, this way, we are waiting.” So we followed
our intuition and made our way to the bustling camp where the machines
from other worlds lay, where Beings of many other worlds swarmed about
doing their multitudinous tasks. As we approached one of the larger
ships a man, the Broad One, descended from it and came to meet us with
his hand upon his heart in a gesture of peace and of greeting.
“Ah, brothers, so you have come at last. We have
been calling you for the past hour. We thought perhaps that your brains
We bowed humbly before him, bowed to the Superior Being
from outer space; he turned and led the way to the vessel. We stood
on a certain spot beside the ship; it felt as if we were caught by some
strong force and wafted upwards. “Yes,” he said to our unspoken thoughts,
“that is an anti- gravity beam, a levitator we call it. It saves
Inside the vessel he led us to a room with seats along
the wall. It was a round room, and it reminded us of the ship in
which we had recently had a trip. We looked about, and we could see out
as if there were no walls at all, and yet we knew that those walls were
as solid as metal, a metal harder than anything we knew.
“My brothers you have traveled far according to your
standards, and you have endured much according to any standards. This night
we are going to take you far away from your own Earth, we are going to
take you to a planet which you call Venus. Take you there just to
show you that there are civilizations beyond anything that you know on
Earth, take you so that your days of life upon Earth may be bright- ened
by the knowledge of what is, and what can be. First let us eat.
You were, as I am aware, about to partake of your evening meal.”
He gave a telepathic command, and attendants entered
bearing dishes. One went to a wall and pressed various buttons.
A section of the floor rose up as a table, and with it appeared seats upon
which we could recline in the old fashioned Eastern way, and not be cooped
up in the Western style.
The covers of the gleaming dishes; dishes which appeared
to be made of purest crystal; were removed, and we were helped to food.
The food to us was truly amazing. Fruits of various colors, and then
pastes in crystal jars. Our hosts were very attentive to our wants.
The Broad One said, “Here we eat only that which nature provides.
These are fruits such as you know not on Earth, fruits which to us supply
bread, meat, everything. These pastes which you will find truly delicious
are compounded of nuts from other planets of this system.” They were,
as he said, “truly delicious,” and we ate very well indeed.
The flavors were most strange to us, but wholly pleasant,
and the liquors which we drank were again the juices of fruits. These
people were, we thought, even more humane than we of Tibet. They
killed nothing, nor did they restrain animals in order that their milk
could be taken.
At the conclusion of our meal the dishes were removed
and the table and dining seats disappeared again into the floor. The Broad
One said, “This time I shall go with you. We are moving now.”
We turned and looked through the wall. There was no sense of movement,
no sound, yet we were rising. We rose faster and faster, leaving
the darkening Earth and going out so that looking down we could again see
the sun gleaming over the horizon, gleaming over the curvature of the Earth
in the far, far distance.
As we rose higher and higher, we could see the continents
of the Earth in various hues and colors, green and browns; we could see
the white of the clouds, and the bluish-grey of the turbulent waters of
the seas, but of the works of man there was no sign, no sign at all from
our height that any-thing lived upon the Earth. As we went higher
we found that the strange lights were playing about outside the windows
as if the rainbow had come in sheets, undulating sheets, but here were
more colors than any rainbow ever possessed. It was an electric discharge
from the aurora. It looked as if the whole Earth was girded with
gold, red, green, and of deepest purple, waving as if in some invisible
wind. Showers of light, glinting and scintillating with all colors,
flashed about through the curtains as if those curtains were being pierced
by the spears of the Gods.
Higher and higher we went, out into the deep blackness
of space. The Earth was now but the size of a small round fruit,
gleaming with a blue-grey light, not at all like the moon which had
a yellowish light, but blue-grey, a strange color indeed. We sped
on and on into space, and the stars ahead of us changed color, the sun
ahead of us turned from its golden rays to blood red. Behind us the
Earth had disappeared. Behind us, to our amazed stupefaction, there
was nothing at all save darkness, blackness, the blackness of an utter
I turned with a gasp of amazement to the Broad One,
but he just laughed and said, “Oh, my brother, we are going faster than
light, and so behind us there is no light because we are outstripping it,
and ahead of us we are catching up on light, so the whole visible spectrum
is deranged. Thus, instead of the white glare of a planet you see
red, and darker red until the red turns purple, and the purple to black,
and the light which you see is not light at all but an illusion of the
FASTER THAN LIGHT
This indeed was fascinating, but on we sped
without feeling any sensation, outstripping light itself. I could
not under- stand how they could navigate at such a speed, but the an- swer
to that was that it was all done by robotic controls. We were spellbound
in our seats watching outside. Instead of pinpoints of light we saw
streaks as if some clumsy artist had daubed a black wall with glowing colors
which changed as we looked at them. At last the colors began to appear
more normal. The black gave way to purple, the purple to red- brown,
and then to scarlet-red, and then behind us again we saw pinpoints of light.
Stars, though, behind us were green and blue, while ahead of us they were
red and yellow. As we slowed down still more the stars ahead turned to
their normal colors, as did those at the back.
Ahead of us was a huge ball, turning lazily in the
black sea of space, a ball completely covered in white fleecy clouds, a
ball which reminded me of thistledown floating against a black sky.
We circled two, three, perhaps five times, and then the Broad One said,
“We are about to enter the atmosphere. Soon we shall be down and
you can walk upon a world which is not alien, but merely strange to you.”
Slowly the ship sank, slowly it became immersed in
the fleecy white cloud, billowing fingers reached out and fled by our windows.
The Broad One touched a control, and it was as if magic fingers had swept
aside the cloud, swept aside everything that obscured the view.
We looked out in awe. The clouds by some magic of the
Gods had been made invisible, and beneath us we saw this glittering world,
this world filled by superior beings. As we sank lower and lower
we saw fairy cities reaching up into the sky, immense structures, ethereal,
almost unbelievable in the delicate tracing of their buildings. Tall
spires and bulbous cupolas, and from tower to tower stretched bridges like
spider’s webs, and like spider’s webs they gleamed with living colors,
reds and blues, mauves and purples, and gold, and yet what a curious thought,
there was no sunlight. This whole world was covered in cloud.
I looked about me as we flashed over city after city, and it seemed to
me that the whole atmosphere was luminous, everything in the sky gave light,
there was no shadow, but also there was no central point of light.
It seemed as if the whole cloud structure radiated light evenly, unobtrusively,
a light of such a quality as I had never believed existed. It was
pure and clean.
At last we left the cities and came to a beautiful
sparkling sea, a sea of purest blue. There were a few little craft
upon the water, and the Broad One smiled benevolently as I pointed to them,
and said, “Oh, they are merely pleasure craft. We do not use anything
so slow as ships on this world.” After some minutes we crossed the
ocean and came to another gleaming city, even better than the ones we had
seen before, and in the very heart of the city there was a clearing to
which we approached. For some minutes we hovered perhaps half a mile
above the city, above the clearing, and then, as if in answer to some signal,
we sank slowly, soundlessly, and effortlessly. Gradually, imperceptibly
al- most, the ground came closer and closer.
Soon we were level with the topmost towers of that
glittering city, that fabulous city, the like of which no man from Tibet
had ever seen before. We could not determine the nature of the materials;
they towered toward the stars, pointed, and from every window of those
immense buildings faces peered out. As we got closer and closer,
and lower and lower, we could discern those faces with startling clarity;
they were beautiful. Throughout our stay on Venus, indeed, we saw
no one who was not by earth standards startlingly beautiful. Ugliness
was unknown here on this world, whether it be ugliness of mind or ugliness
of body, both were absent. Al- most before we were aware of it we
were on the ground.
Our machine had descended without a tremor, without
a jerk. The Broad One turned to us and said, “It is time for us to
alight, my brothers.” And then he led the way out of the room.
As we reached the ground we looked about us for the first time. Before
we had been too busy marveling at the method of our descent. Now
we found people waiting for us, officials obviously, tall men, grave faced,
but with a dignity and presence not known upon the turbulent Earth.
One of them stepped forward and inclined his head in
our direction. Into our minds flooded thought, his thought, telepathy.
He was greeting us in the universal language of thought. No sound
was uttered in all that gathering, no sound, that is, except perhaps our
own involuntary gasps of astonishment.
THE HALL OF KNOWLEDGE
For some minutes we all stood thus in telepathic
communion, and then the spokesman bowed to us and turned away with a telepathic
instruction for us to follow him. We did so for some fifty paces,
and then we came to a most remarkable vehicle. They called it an
air car. It was a vehicle perhaps thirty feet long and it was floating
two or three inches above the ground. A section of clear plastic
slid aside and we were shown inside. The Broad One and the spokes-man
got in with us. We sat back on those very comfortable seats, and
then again we exclaimed in astonishment for with-out feeling motion we
were speeding along at a truly frightening speed. Buildings by us
were blurred with the velocity of our travel, and I certainly was quite
frightened. There were no controls in the vehicle. We were
sitting and the machine was taking us. The Broad One smiled benevolently
at me, and said, “Fear not, my brother, there is nothing to fear. This
machine is controlled from afar. Soon we shall be at our destination,
The Hall of Knowledge, where you will be greeted, where you will be shown
the past of your Earth, the present of your Earth, and the future of your
Earth, the probable future, my brother, that is, because man makes his
own path, but probabilities are very strong things indeed, and unless man
changes his mind the probabilities that you will see in The Hall of Knowledge
will be facts.”
I looked over the side and found that we were perhaps
six feet above the ground which was absolutely flashing by. The vehicles
passing on either side of us seemed to come charging at us, and then at
the last instant miss us. It really frightened me, it sent chill
shivers up and down my spine to think what would happen if two of these
vehicles travelling at such colossal speed met head on. I became
aware that the buildings were passing by more slowly. I could think
that the buildings were moving and not us, because we had no sensation
of moving nor of speed.
Gradually the vehicle slowed, then it hovered, and
turned in a half circle and went to the left, to an immense building which
stood in a clearing. It was a huge public building supported on glittering
pillars. Wide stairs led up to it, and on the stairs there were groups
of young people, apparently just waiting to see us visitors from Tibet.
The machine continued on slowly, perhaps at the speed of a man running.
It rose to the level of the top of the steps, and then slid inside the
main doors of that magnificent building. It came to a halt; attendants
hurried to meet us, slid aside the doors of our machine, and helped us
I looked about me in absolute fascination. To
one side was a green covered table, and around it there were what appeared
to be a group of golden thrones in which a group of men sat. Soon we were
in telepathic communion with the group, the Lords of Venus, the controllers
of that particular sphere of activity. It does not matter what they told
us, nor what we told them, but eventually one men thought at us.
“Now, my brothers, we have exchanged much knowledge of interest.
We will give you a sight of your world, a sight of the present day conditions
of your world as they are in all countries of that globe, and we will show
you the probable course of your world’s future.”
He rose, and the others rose also. They lead
the way along a corridor, and then we of Tibet involuntarily stopped and
held our breath in sheer shocked amazement. Before us appeared the
blackness of night, the utter blackness of space, and floating, turning
lazily, was our own Earth. We saw the blue-grey of the continents,
the brownish patches, the streaks of green, and the white of the clouds.
We saw the bluish haze of the atmosphere of the Earth, extending round,
girdling our world.
Our great friend, the Broad One, touched me and whisered,
whispered in Tibetan, “Fear not, my brother, for this is but the
simulacrus, this is the Hall of Memories, the Hall of all Knowledge
of the Earth; be not afraid of what is to happen, for this is but science,
the science of illusion, and that, too, is but the world of illusion.
You shall see, and what you shall see will be the truth.”
We sat down, and that seemed to be the signal.
We gazed upon the Earth, and then we seemed to be falling, gently falling.
As we got nearer and nearer to the Earth we saw that it was a very different
Earth. First we saw a molten bowl, then before our startled eyes
the molten bowl became solidified, cracks appeared, gouts of flame rushed
out, water came and spread across the face of the Earth. The land
rose, parts of it sank, countries were formed, and seas too; we saw the
convulsions of the Earth as it was at its birth, we saw the strange unbelievable
people which were the first people of Earth. We saw Poseidon, Lemuria,
We saw also the mighty civilizations which flourished
un-believable eons before Poseidon, before Atlantis and Lemuria.
By now we could accept anything without a flicker of surprise. We
had a surfeit of marvels, wonders had no power over us. So as the
Earth grew older before our gaze, and nations were swept and replaced by
other nations it evinced interest in us, but no more. Our potentialities
of being surprised had ended. Then we came to our own time.
We saw Tibet when the founder of our religion first
appeared in that country. We saw the buildings of the Potala, of
the sweeping aside of the old fortress which had been put there before
by the bloodthirsty king of Tibet. We reached our present year, passed
it, went on and on into the future, into the year 3,000. It was wonderful
the things we saw and heard. We seemed to be upon the Earth, as if
we were standing beside, or even slightly behind, the principal actors.
We could see all, hear all, but we could not touch, nor be touched.
But eventually these wondrous impressions faded into the year three thousand
The Broad One stirred and said, “Now you see, my brother,
why it is that we guard the Earth, for if man’s folly is allowed to go
unchecked terrible things will happen to the race of men. There are
powers upon the Earth, human powers, who oppose all thought of our ships,
who say that there is nothing greater than the human upon the Earth so
there cannot be ships from other worlds. You, my brothers, have been
shown and told, and have experienced this so that you through your telepathic
knowledge, can contact others, so that you can bring influence to bear.”
We do not know how long we were there upon that planet,
it might have been days, it might have been weeks, we were almost blinded
by the splendor of the sights we saw. people desiring only peace,
desiring, as we of Tibet desired, to do as we would be done by. And
at last it was time again to return to the Earth, which now to us seemed
a tawdry place, and earth which paled into insignificance against the glory
of Venus. Sadly we got aboard this space ship, and sadly we returned
to the Hidden Valley; never again, I thought, shall I see such wonderful
things. How mistaken I was, for that was but the first of many trips.
Publishers Closing Note
Once again, the late T. Lobsang Rampa has
shared his experiences with us. Whether or not we accept his claims as
authentic is really quite irrelevant. One cannot deny the knowledge,
wisdom and true desire for the brotherhood of humankind which his writings
impart to all those willing to listen. In this short book, as in
all his other works, his descriptive words, be they of a hidden valley
in Tibet, the icy chill of the Tibetan mountains, or the shimmering
beauty of Venus, make each scene one of reality.
My Trip To Venus is one of Rampa’s shortest works
but well worth the reading. There is wisdom to be gained as the little
group of lamas is taken to the Hall of Knowledge for a view of our world
as it was, is now, and will be. As the travelers return to Earth,
the reader is left with much to ponder and perhaps with a bit of longing
for the peace and brotherhood achieved on other worlds.
~ MENU ~