“The capital of Agharti is surrounded with towns of high priests and scientists.  It reminds one of Lhasa where the palace of the Dalai Lama, the Potala, is the top of a mountain covered with monasteries and temples.  The throne of the King of the World is surrounded by millions of incarnated Gods.  They are the Holy Panditas.  The palace itself is encircled by the palaces of the Goro, who possess all the visible and invisible forces of the earth, of inferno and of the sky and who can do everything for the life and death of man.  If our mad humankind should begin a war against them, they would be able to explode the whole surface of our planet and transform it into deserts.  They can dry up the seas, transform lands into oceans and scatter the mountains into the sands of the deserts.  By his order trees, grasses and bushes can be made to grow; old and feeble men can become young and stalwart; and the dead can be resurrected.  In cars strange and unknown to us they rush through the narrow cleavages inside our planet.  Some Indian Brahmans and Tibetan Dalai Lamas during their laborious struggles to the peaks of mountains which no other human feet had trod have found there inscriptions carved on the rocks, footprints in the snow and the tracks of wheels.  The blissful Sakkia Mouni found on one mountain top tablets of stone carrying words which he only understood in his old age and afterwards penetrated into the Kingdom of Agharti, from which he brought back crumbs of the sacred learning preserved in his memory.  There in palaces of wonderful crystal live the invisible rulers of all pious people, the King of the World or Brahytma, who can speak with God as I speak with you, and his two assistants, Mahytma, knowing the purposes of future events, and Mahynga, ruling the causes of these events.”

“The Holy Panditas study the world and all its forces.  Sometimes the most learned among them collect together and send envoys to that place where the human eyes have never penetrated.  This is described by the Tashi Lama living eight hundred and fifty years ago.  The highest Panditas place their hands on their eyes and at the base of the brain of younger ones and force them into a deep sleep, wash their bodies with an infusion of grass and make them immune to pain and harder than stones, wrap them in magic cloths, bind them and then pray to the Great God.  The petrified youths lie with eyes and ears open and alert, seeing, hearing and remembering everything.  Afterwards a Goro approaches and fastens a long, steady gaze upon them.  Very slowly the bodies lift themselves from the earth and disappear.  The Goro sits and stares with fixed eyes to the place whither he has sent them.  Invisible threads join them to his will.  Some of them course among the stars, observe their events, their unknown peoples, their life and their laws.  They listen to their talk, read their books, understand their fortunes and woes, their holiness and sins, their piety and evil.  Some are mingled