apples larger than a man´s head

last year I pulled a 33.5 pound zuchini out of our garden. Coulda beaten someone to death with that thing

Saved for us my dear friends

Candy bars big as station wagons!

This is HUGE planet. Don´t believe life only exists on the outer crust ~

Those who cannot use a paragraph heve been proven scientifically to be insane.

Etidorhpa
THE FUNGUS FOREST- ENCHANTMENT

Along the chamber through which we now passed I saw by the mellow light great pillars, capped with umbrella-like covers, some of them reminding me of the common toadstool of upper Earth, on a magnificent scale. Instead, however, of the grey and somber shades to which I had been accustomed, these objects were of various hues and combined the brillancy of the primary prismatic colors, with the purity of clean snow. Now they would stand solitary, like sentinels; again they would be arranged in rows, the alingment as true as if established by the hair of a transit, forming columnar avenues, and in other situations they were wedged together so as to produce masses, acres in extent, in which the stems became hexagonal by compression. The columnar stems, larger than my body, were often spiral; again they were marked by diamond-shaped figures, or other geometrical forms in relief, beautifully exact, drawn as by a master’s hand in rich and delicately blended colors, on pillars of pure alabaster. Not a few of the stems showed deep crimson, blue or green, together with other rich colors combined; over which, as delicate as the rarest of lace, would be thrown, in white, an enamel-like intracate tracery, far surpassing in beauty of execution the most exquisite needle-work I had ever seen. There could be no doubt I was in a forest of collossal fungi, the species of which are more numerous than those of upper earth, cryptomatic vegetation. The expanded heads of these great thallogens were as varied as the stems I have described, and more so. Far above our path they spread like beautiful umbrellas, decorated as if by masters from whom the great painters of upper earth might learn the art of mixing colors. Their under surfaces were of many different designs, and were of as many shapes as it is conceivable could be made of combinations of the circle of hyperbola. Stately and picturesque, silent and immovable as the sphinx, they studded the great cavern singly or in groups, reminding me of a grown child’s wild imagination of a fairy land. I stopped by a group which was of unusual conspicuity and gazed in admiration on the huge and yet graceful, beautiful spectacle. I placed my hand on the stem of one plant, and found it soft and impressable; but instead of being moist, cold and clammy as the repulsive toadstool of upper earth, I discovered, to my surprise, that it was pleasantly warm, and soft as velvet.

“ Smell your hand, “ said my guide.

I did so, and breathed in an aroma like that of fresh strawberries. My guide observed ( I had learned to judge of his emotions by his facial expressions ) my surprised countenance with indifference.

“ Try the next one,” he said.

This being of a different species, when rubbed by my hand exhaled the odor of the pineapple.

“ Extraordinary,” I mused.

“ Not at all. Should productions of surface earth have a monopoly of nature’s methods, all the flavors, all the perfumes? You may with equal consistency express astonishment at the odors of the fruits of upper earth if you do so at the fragrance of these vegetables, for they are also created of odorless elements.”

But toadstools are foul elements of low organization. They are neither animals nor true vegetables, but occupy a station below that of plants proper,” I said.

“ You are acquainted with this order of vegetation under the most unfavorable conditions; out of their native elements these plants degenerate and become then abnormal , often evolving into the poisonous earth fungi known to your woods and fields. Here they grow to perfection. This is their chosen habitat. They absorb from a pure atmosphere the combined foods of plants and animals, and during their existence meet no scorching sunrise. They flourish in a region of perfect tranquility, and without a tremor, without experiencing the change of a fraction of a degree of temperature, exist for ages. Many of these specimens are probably thousands of years old, and are still growing; why should they ever die? They have never been disturbed by a breath of moving air, and, balanced exactly on their succulent, pedestal-like stems, surrounded by an atmosphere of dead nitrogen, vapor, and other gases, with their roots imbedded in carbonates and minerals, they have food at command, nutrition inexhaustible.”

“ Still, I do not see why they grow to such mammoth proportions.”

“ Plants adapt themselves to surrounding conditions,” he remarked. “ The oak tree in its proper latitude is tall and stately; trace it toward the Arctic circle, and it becomes knotted, gnarled, rheumatic, and dwindles to a shrub. The castor plant in the tropics is twenty or thirty feet in height, in the temperate zone it is a herbaceous plant, farther North it has no existence. Indian corn in Kentucky is luxurient, tall, and graceful, and each stalk is supplied with roots to the second and third joint, while in the northland it scarcely reaches to the shoulder of a man, and, in order to escape the early northern frost, arrives at maturity before the more southern variety begins to tassel. The common jimson weed ( datura stramonium ) planted in early spring, in rich soil, grows luxuriently, covers a broad expanse and bears an abundance of fruit; planted in midsummer it blossoms when but a few inches in height, and between two terminal leaves hastens to produce a single capsule on the apex of the short stem, in order to ripen its seed before the frost appears. These and other familiar examples might be cited concerning the difference some species of vegetation of your former land undergo under climatic conditions less marked than between those that govern the growth of fungi here and on surface earth. Such specimens of fungi as grow in your former home have escaped from these underground regions, and are as much out of place as are the tropical plants transplanted to the edge of eternal snow. Indeed, more so, for on the earth the ordinary fungus, as a rule, germinates afte sunset, and often dies when the sun rises, while here they may grow in peace eternally. These meandering caverns comprise thousands of miles of surface covered by these growths which may yet fulfill a grand purpose in the ceremony of nature, for they are destined to feed tramping multitudes when the day appears in which the nations of men will desert the surface of the earth and pass as a single people through these caverns on their way to the immaculate existence to be found in the inner sphere.”

“ I cannot disprove your statement,” I again repeated; “ neither do I accept it. However, it still seems to me unnatural to find such delicious flavors and delicate odors connected with objects associated in memory with things insipid, or so disagreeable as toadstools and rank forest fungi which I abhorred on earth.”

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Hmmm, guess that means they have "Etidorpha"
online? Great read, I read it about 18 years ago.
Actually it´s a mindblower.

Very cool....it makes sense to me that life can exist within the Earth, why not? If people allowed their mind to expand enough out of the rigid narrow definitions of reality that are considered the "norm", a greater knowledge can unfold for them. I read the Smoky God years ago and it is a fantastic read ...Thanks for this post D !!

I won´t eat anything bigger than my head.

^^at least not in one bite anyway...

THE MOTHER OF A VOLCANO.-- " YOU CAN NOT DISPROVE, AND
YOU DARE NOT ADMIT."

A year from the evening of the departure of the old man, found me in my room, expecting his presence; and I was not surprised when he opened the door, and seated himself in his accustomed chair.

" Are you ready to challenge my statements?" he said, taking up the subject as though our conversation had not been interrupted.

" No."

" Do you accept my history?"

" No."

" You can not disprove, and you dare not admit. Is not that your predicament?" he asked. " You have failed in every endeavor to discredit the truth, and your would-be scientists, much as they would like to do so, can not serve you. Now we will continue the narrative, and I shall await your next attempt to cast a shadow over the facts."

Then with his usual pleasant smile, he read from his manuscript a continuation of the intra-earth journey as follows:

" Be seated," said my eyeless guide, " and I will explain some facts that may prove of interest in connection with the nature of the superficial crust of the earth. This crystal liquid spreading before us is a placid sheet of water, and is the feeder of the volcano, Mount Epomeo."

" Can that be a surface of water?" I interrogated. " I find it hard to realize that water can be so immovable. I supposed the substance before us to be a rigid material, like glass, perhaps."

" There is no wind to ruffle this aqueous surface,- why should it not be quiescent? This is the only perfectly smooth sheet of water that you have ever seen. It is in absolute rest, and thus appears a rigid level plane."

" Grant that your explanation is correct," I said, " yet I can not understand how a quiet lake of water can give rise to a convulsion such as the eruption of a volcano."

" Not only is this possible," he responded, " but water usually causes the exhibition of phenomena known as volcanic action. The Island of Ischia, in which the volcanic crater Epomeo is situated, is connected by a tortuous crevice with the peaceful pool by which we now stand, and at periods, separated by great intervals of time, the lake is partly emptied by a simple natural process, and a part of its water is expelled above the earth´s surface in the form of superheated steam, which escapes through that distant crater."

" But I see no evidence of heat or even motion of any kind."

" Not here," he replied; " in this place there is none. The energy is developed thousands of miles away, but since the phenomena of volcanic action are to be partially explained to you at a future day, I will leave that matter for the present. We shall cross this lake."

I observed as we walked along its edge that the shore of the lake was precipitous in places, again formed a gradually descending beach, and the dead silence of the space about us, in connection with the death-like stillness of that rigid mass of water and its surroundings, became increasingly impressive and awe-inspiring. Never before had I seen such a perfectly quiet glass-like surface. Not a vibration or undulation appeared in any direction. The solidity of steel was exemplified in its steady, apparently inflexible contour, and yet the pure element was so transparent that the bottom of the pool was as clearly defined as the top of the cavern above me. The lights and shades of the familiar lakes of Western New York were wanting here, and it suddenly came to my mind that there were surface reflections, but no shadows, and musing on this extraordinary fact, I stood motionless on a jutting cliff absorbed in meditation, abstractedly gazing down into that transparent depth. Without sun or moon, without apparent source of light, and yet perfectly
illuminated, the lofty caverns seemed cut by that aqueous plane into two sections, one above and one below a transparent, rigid surface line. The dividing line, or horizontal plane, appeared as much a surface of air as a surface of water, and the material above that plane seemed no more nor less a gas, or liquid, than that beneath it. If two limpid, transparent liquids, immiscible, but of different gravities, be poured into the same vessel, the line of demarkation will be as a brilliant mirror, such as I now beheld parting and yet uniting the surfaces of air and water.

Lost in contemplation, I unconsciously asked the mental question
" Where are the shadows?"

My guide replied:
" You have been accustomed to lakes on the surface of the earth; water that is illuminated from above; now you see by a light that is developed from within and below, as well as from above. There is no outside point of illumination, for the light of this cavern, as you know, is neither transmitted through an overlying atmosphere nor radiated from a luminous center. It is an inherent quality, and as objects above us and within the lake are illuminated alike from all sides, there can be no shadows."

Musingly, I said:
" That which has occurred before in this journey to the unknown country of which I have been advised, seemed mysterious; but each succeeding step discovers to me another novelty that is more mysterious, with unlooked-for phenomena that are more obscure."

" This phenomenon is not more of a mystery than is the fact that light radiates from the sun. Man can not explain that, and I shall not now attempt to explain this. Both conditions are attributes of force, but with this distinction-the crude light and heat of the sun, such as men experience on the surface of the earth, is here refined and softened, and the characteristic glare and harshness of the light that is known to those who live on the earth´s surface is absent here. The solar ray, after penetrating the earth´s crust, is tempered and refined by agencies which than will yet investigate understandingly, but which he can not now comprehend."

" Am I destined to deal with these problems ?"

" Only in part."

" Are still greater wonders before us?"

" If your courage is sufficient to carry you onward, you have
yet to enter the portal of the expanse we approach."

" Lead on, my friend," I cried; " lead on to these undescribed
scenes, the occult wonderland that "-

He interrupted me almost rudely, and in a serious manner
said:
" Have you not learned that wonder is an exemplification of
ignorance? The child wonders at a goblin story, the savage at
a trinket, the man of science at an unexplained manifestation
of a previously unperceived natural law; each wonders in
ignorance, because of ignorance. Accept now that all you
have seen from the day of your birth on the surface of the
earth, to the present, and all that you will meet here are wonderful only because the finite mind of man is confused with
fragments of evidence, that, from whatever direction we meet
them, spring from an unreachable infinity. We will continue
our journey."

Proceeding farther along the edge of the lake we came to a
metallic boat. This my guide picked up as easily as though it
were of paper, for be it remembered that gravitation had slackened its hold here. Placing it upon the water, he stepped into it, and as directed I seated myself near the stern, my face to the bow, my back to the shore. The guide, directly in front of me, gently and very slowly moved a small lever that rested on a projection before him, and I gazed intently upon him as we sat
together in silence. At last I became impatient, and asked him
if we would not soon begin our journey.



" We have been on our way since we have been seated," he answered.

I gazed behind with incredulity: the shore had disappeared, and the diverging wake of the ripples showed that we were rapidly skimming the water.

" This is marvelous," I said; " incomprehensible, for without sail or oar, wind or steam, we are fleeing over a lake that has no current."

" True, but not marvelous. Motion of matter is a result of disturbance of energy connected therewith. Is it not scientifically demonstrated, at least in theory, that if the motion of the spirit that causes the magnetic needle to assume its familiar position were really arrested in the substance of the needle, either the metal would fuse and vaporize or ( if the forces did not appear in some other form such as heat, electricity, magnetism, or other force ) the needle would be hurled onward with great speed?"

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