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My visit to Venus

T. Lobsang Rampa

DR. Lobsang Rampa
Mr. Gray Barker,
Box 2228,
Vest Virginia.

October 31st 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. 1 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 Vest 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
ignorant and spiteful, and I have NEVER been afforded any
opportunity of giving my ova. 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 a;tl
my books are true. are my own personal experiences, and I am
whom 1 claim to be.
Yours sincerely,



In 1956, London publishers Seeker and Warburg
brought out what they thought was a very good occult
book. Never did they, nor Doubleday and Company the
New York publishers, forsee 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 progress-
ed from neophyte to lamahood, and had eventually attain-
ed a certain occult faculty which comprised the title
of the book.
“THE THIRD EYE,” by Tuesday Lob sang Rampa was
not only a recounting of his initiations and monast-
ary 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 wondering how an Easterner could have
mastered the English language so vivaciously.
The reason was soon to come in the furore over


the book which took place in London where some Tibetan
scholars challenged the authenticity of Rampa and
averred he was not a Tibetan and had never been to
Then T. Lobsang Rampa’s side of the story was
revealed. No he had indeed never been to Tibet,
in his gre.sent body. The spirit of a Tibetan lama
had, however entered his body, under unusual cir-
cumstances. 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 13th 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 T.yith
all friends and relations. On the 13th of June, ij4y,
he had a slight accident which resulted in consussion
and which “knocked him out of himself.” This enabled
me to take over.
“I tried very hard indeed to obtain employment
in England, but for various reasons there was no
assistance from the Employment Exchange. For years
I visited Employment Exchanges and the Appointment
Bureau in Tavistock Square, London. I was also
registered with a number of private Employment Agen-
cies 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 or advertising.
“I have a special task to do because during my
life in Tibet I had been to the Chang Tane 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 illiness afflicting a human body bef-
ore 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, medical 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 shoulders as has been
misrepresented in a certain paper.’
“And how did THE THIRD EYE come to be
written? I certainly did not want to write it but
I was desperate to get a job so that I could get
on with my alloted task. I tried for job after
job without avail, until eventually a friend offered
to put me in touch with a gentlemen 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 true also. 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 the life as a Tibetan, and then
taken over the body of a Westerner? I HAVE.” *
What about the man whose body Rampa took over?
*Since the above statements were made in 1957,
Rampa has written several other books. See complete
bibliography at end of this volume.


What of hi» former life before the transformation?
Following are some remarkable statements by his wife:
“Many people will wonder about the one who occup-
ied that Western body before it was taken over by a
Tibetan and I, as the Wife, would like to tell some-
thing of events leading to the change of personality.
“At the first indication of something different
was more than a little startled. We were leadins 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 say-
ing, ‘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 very good reason for it. Soon, however,
we noticed people were not saying our name when add-
ressing us, and even after seeing it written they
didn’t seem able to spell it; for that reason we
later contracted it to T 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 pre-
occupied 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 cons-
ternation of 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 toe 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 different, more
halting — as if he was unfamiliar with the language,
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 s6-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. Dur-
ing 1957, I had occasion to write a review of the book
for the North Indian Bhuddist Quarterly, and most


especially to discuss the theological and philosophical
material contained within the text. At the time I
wrote the review, I was, as were so many others, try-
ing to find fault with the accuracy of the information
given. I had already heard that some of the descript-
ions of costume and garb did not accord with the re-
ports of academic anthropology, and, in my ignorance of
the divergences of Tibetan religion from orthodox
Bhuddism, 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 descr-
iption of dbu-chan 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 correspond-
ents, 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.”
Sincerely yours,

Ganesha, Mahaguru,
at Bodhi Sangha Sat America
New York, N. Y.

Even though “exposed” by “Tibetan scholars,” the
public continued to believe in Rampa — and to buy his
Rampa’s subsequent books give-^ore 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 ordinary
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 writings, included in this book, have been
published by the “saucer press,” and some of them
have been circulated privately in a mimeographed
manuscript edition.
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 remark-
able experiences.
And so this limited editon 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.’


Part One
The Home of the Gods

Flying saucers? Of course there are flying
saucers.’ I have seen many both in the sky and on
the ground, and 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 t’-ie
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 gala, hammered like bullets into our
flapping rolxifi and tore the skin off any exposed surface.
The sky w«s a vtvid purple with patches of startlin^ly
white cloud which raced off into the hinterland. Here,
nearly thirty thousand feet above the sea, in the Chan;,
Tang Highlands of Tibet, we were toiling upwards, upward”.


At our 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 sometimes 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 mysteriour fog belt again, and entered. Soon we were
through it and into the wonderfully heated land of a by-
gone 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 an-
other 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
pleasant 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
nade 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, dumbfounded with amaze-
ment; 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 reach-
ing 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 build-
ings, 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 che home of the Goda half a
million years ago. During chose 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 one;
the sea-shore. The convulsion of the earth which follow-
ed and explosion raised this land thousands 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 racier
which, in this hot valley, has gently melted, leaving in-
tact these ancient buildings.”

We listened in fascinated silence, and then, as if
by ore 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 some-
thing, and a bluish light came, and there was a faint hum.
To our horritied 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 provi-
sions so that those who were interpid enough to enter this
vessel should know the past.” We were held as if hypnotised,
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 well.” 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 beyone 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 build-
ings. 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 faded, and
grew again. We had an impression of falling, spinning,
and all was blackness. For what seemed to be a long
Lime we sat wonder ingly 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 work, servicing. 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 Association,
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
safeguarding 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 eradi-
cated 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 mit-
igate the effects of atomic radiation and, it was hoped,
save the people of earth from blowing their world to
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
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.


Part Two
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, head-
ing 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 it from the bitter cold beyond. Tibet,
more than eight times larger than the British Isles, had
many mysteries but none so strange as this, a valley of
tropical splendour amid the sub-artic temperature without.
A valley with a hidden city dating back to the time of the
Flood, and stranger still, where the gods of the Sky had
a base.
For centuries past telepathic lamas or high degree had
been in communication with these Gods, and had learned much
from them. Now we, highly favored men, were meeting 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
mechanised world beyond our land. Men of other worlds than
Earth walked about, sorr.e me”‘ ‘-» with lithe grace, breathing
the air we breathed, and other stumbling a little in strange
clothing which, transparent, covered even their heads, and
allowed them to breathi- 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
humming 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 centre
of both was a transparent dome, or perhaps translucent
would be a better description, because., while it was obvious-
ly 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 ws quite obviously a landing ground.
Gradually the machine sank, lower and lower, until it was
obscured from the view by a much larger tubular vessel.
From a nearby building a pear-shaped vehicle sped to the
lewly-arrived machine. Some minutes later it came into view
again going the opposite direction, and returning to the
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 Donup
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 I.”

He led us across the green, moss-covered earth to stretch
which we had seen before. 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,


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 own stature.”


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 bow-
ing and turning away to follow the Broad One.
The unknown is always fearsome. My own heartbeat
increased 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 colour, 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
one side and the floor of which appeared to be so trans-
parent that we were almost afraid to enter.
“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 heistatingly: 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
remote 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 out of 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 something. 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 manoeuver at speeds beyond the ability
of any flesh and blood to withstand, and we have special
devices which automatically neutralise the effect of
sudden turns or of too high speed stops. You wfll 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.
We looked


Far beneath us the rugged land that was Tibet was
sinking. The mighty mountains, some towering higher than
the much-vaunted 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 something
and bench-like seats sprang from the previously smooth
surface. “Sit down,” he said.
We can see more comfortably sitting.” 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 thinrobes. “Form-fitting seats,” said
the Broad One. “Very comfortable. They prevent you from
slipping off yet they yield to every movement.” Fonn-fitt-
ign indeed, thought I. Certainly I am not used to being
held in this manner. Still, I suppose I dial 1 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 slow-
ly beneath us, a hugh 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 flecey clouds obscuring much of the sur-
face. Through gaps we could see the outline of Continents
and islands. We could see inland lakes, but of cities there
was no sign. From our height there was no indication what-
so ever that there was life upon Earth.


Surrounding the earth was a faint bluish haze, fairly
dense close in, but fading our 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 uf*-er blackness in-
terrupted 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 thit 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 sens-
ation of speed.
“You have learned much about us,” said the Broad One.
“Yet upon earth people are taught that we do not exist.


Part Three
My Visit to Venus

The evening yinds 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 compan-
ions, 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 look-
ed 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 burried in
the glacier. We had learned much but–we were to learn more.
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 wait-
ing.” Hesitantly, one after the other, we got to our feet
and looked a>out 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 slept.”
We bowed humbly before him, bowed to the Superior
Beiiig from outer space; he turned and led the way to the
vessel. We stood on a certain spot beside the ship, and
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 one climbing.”
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 travelled far according to your
standards, and you have endured much according to any stand-
ards. 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 civil-
izations beyond anything that you know on earth, take you so
thac your days of life upon earth may be brightened 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 help-
ed to food. The food to us was truly amazing. Fruits of
various colours, and then pastes in crystal jars. Our hopts
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 flavours were most .strange to us, but wholly pleas-
ant, and the liquors which we drank were again the juices of
fruits. These people were, we thought, even more humane t^zn
we of Tibet. They killed nothing, nor did they strain animal*
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 continent
of the earth in various hues and colours, 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 colours 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 colours, flash-
ed 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 spaee. 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
colour indeed. We sped on and on into space, and the stars
ahead of us changed colour, the sun ahead of us turned form
its golden rays to blood red. Behind us the earth had dis-
appeared. Behind us, to our amazed stuperfaction, there
was nothing at all save darkness, blackness, the blackness
of an utter void.
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 dark-
er red until the red turns to purple, and the purple to black,
and the light which you see is not light at all but an illusion
of the senses.”


This indeed was fascinating, but on we sped without feeling
any sensation, outstripping light itself. I could not
understand how they could navigate at such a speed, but the
answer 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 colours which changed
as we looked at the®. At last the colours 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
colours, 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 Superiour Beings. As
we sank lower and lower we saw fairy cities reaching up into
the sky, immense structure, etherial, almost unbelievable in
the delicate tracing of their buildings. Tall spires and
bulbous capias, and from tower to tower stretched bridges
like spider’s webs, and like spider’s webs they gleamed with
living colours, 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, and the light was 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 spark-
ling 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 that ocean and came to another gleam-
ing 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 almost, the ground
came closer and closer.
Soon were we level with the topmost towers of that glitt-
ering 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. Almost 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 ‘./-ay out of th? room.
As we reached the ground we looked about us for the first


time. Before we had been too busy marvelling 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
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


For some minutes we all stood thus in telepathic communion,
and then the spokesman bowed to us and turned away with a tele-
athic 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 spokesman got in with
us. We sat back on those very comfortable seats, ana i-ii.’n
again we exclaimed in astonishment for without feeling motion
we were speeding along at a truly frightening speed. Buildings
by us w?re blurred with the velocity of our travel, and I certain-
ly 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 vehicles 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, apparent-
ly just waiting to see us visitors from Tibet. The machine
continued on slowly, perhaps at the speed of man running. It
rose to the level of the top of the steps, and then slid in-
side 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 to alight.
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 t’ie 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 man 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 pres-
ent 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 led the way
along a corridor, and then we of Tibet involuntarily stopp-
ed 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 whisper-
ed, 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, Atlantis.
We saw also the mighty civilizations which flourished
unbelievable eons before Poseidon, before Atlantis and
Lemuria. By nowwe could accept anything without a flick-
er 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 aside and replaced by others
nations it evinced interest in us, but no more. Our potent-
ialities 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 building of the
Potala, of the sweeping aside of the old fortress which a
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 and something.
The Broad One stirred and said, “Now you see my brother,
why it is that we guard the earth, for it 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 splendour of the sights we saw. The
people contented in their righteousness, peaceful people
desiring only peace, desiring, as we of Tibet desired, 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.


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Luís Aparício

Luís Aparício

Chefe de redacção, fundador e activista.