The Smokey God: Or; A Voyage to the Inner World
5/5
()
About this ebook
Willis George Emerson
Willis George Emerson (1856–1918) was involved in law, politics, literature, and business in North America. As a novelist, he is best known for mid-West tales such as The Smoky God (1908), The Treasure of Hidden Valley (1915), and The Man who Discovered Himself (1919).
Read more from Willis George Emerson
The Treasure of Hidden Valley Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBuell Hampton Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Smoky God, or, a voyage to the inner world Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Vendetta of the Hills Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Vendetta of the Hills Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEmerson on Sound Money: A Speech, 1896 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMy "Pardner" and I (Gray Rocks): A Story of the Middle-West Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Voyage to the Inner World Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEmerson on Sound Money Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to The Smokey God
Related ebooks
The Smoky God: A Voyage to the Inner World: Illustrated Edition Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Smoky God; Or, A Voyage to the Inner World Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A Dweller on Two Planets Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Baron Trump's Marvellous Underground Journey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Etidorhpa Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Coming Race Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Allies of Humanity Book Three Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Beyond the Great South Wall: The Secret of the Antarctic Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMillennial Hospitality Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Kingdom of Agarttha: A Journey into the Hollow Earth Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Agartha: The Earth's Inner World Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Ancient Giants Who Ruled America: The Missing Skeletons and the Great Smithsonian Cover-Up Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Messages from the Hollow Earth Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Books of Charles Fort Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Millennial Hospitality Ii: The World We Knew Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/51900; or, The Last President Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Summary of Ingo Swann's Penetration Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnacknowledged: An Expose of the World's Greatest Secret Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Millennial Hospitality Iv: After Hours Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Earth… but not As We Know It Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Beyond Relativity Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Urantia Book – New Enhanced Edition: Easy navigation with an index and multiple study aids Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The Naked Bible Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Etidorhpa; or, The End of Earth Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Millennial Hospitality V: The Greys Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5THE KOLBRIN BIBLE Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Philip Schneider Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Science Fiction For You
Demon Copperhead: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This Is How You Lose the Time War Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dune Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Kindred: A Graphic Novel Adaptation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Alchemist: A Graphic Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Institute: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silo Series Collection: Wool, Shift, Dust, and Silo Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Who Have Never Known Men Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Am Legend Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Flowers for Algernon Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leave the World Behind: A Novel Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/520000 Leagues Under the Sea Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Troop Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Annihilation: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cryptonomicon Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Psalm for the Wild-Built: A Monk and Robot Book Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Firestarter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sarah J. Maas: Series Reading Order - with Summaries & Checklist Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Red Rising Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England: Secret Projects, #2 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Frankenstein: Original 1818 Uncensored Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Warrior of the Light: A Manual Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rendezvous with Rama Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas: A Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Reviews for The Smokey God
3 ratings1 review
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A fantastic read. Having started this voyage with an open mind, that's exactly how I left it. Fact or fiction? Who knows, for that matter will ever know?
If pushed on this matter, the Earth is hollow/cavernous and someone is living in it. Same as the Moon.
Book preview
The Smokey God - Willis George Emerson
THE SMOKY GOD
OR
A VOYAGE TO THE INNER
WORLD
"He is the God who sits in the center, on
the navel of the earth, and he is the interpreter
of religion to all mankind."—PLATO.
PART ONE.
AUTHOR’S FOREWORD
I FEAR the seemingly incredible story which I am about to relate will be regarded as the result of a distorted intellect superinduced, possibly, by the glamour of unveiling a marvelous mystery, rather than a truthful record of the unparalleled experiences related by one Olaf Jansen, whose eloquent madness so appealed to my imagination that all thought of an analytical criticism has been effectually dispelled.
Marco Polo will doubtless shift uneasily in his grave at the strange story I am called upon to chronicle; a story as strange as a Munchausen tale. It is also incongruous that I, a disbeliever, should be the one to edit the story of Olaf Jansen, whose name is now for the first time given to the world, yet who must hereafter rank as one of the notables of earth.
I freely confess his statements admit of no rational analysis, but have to do with the profound mystery concerning the frozen North that for centuries has claimed the attention of scientists and laymen alike.
However much they are at variance with the cosmographical manuscripts of the past, these plain statements may be relied upon as a record of the things Olaf Jansen claims to have seen with his own eyes.
A hundred times I have asked myself whether it is possible that the world’s geography is incomplete, and that the startling narrative of Olaf Jansen is predicated upon demonstrable facts. The reader may be able to answer these queries to his own satisfaction, however far the chronicler of this narrative may be from having reached a conviction. Yet sometimes even I am at a loss to know whether I have been led away from an abstract truth by the ignes fatui of a clever superstition, or whether heretofore accepted facts are, after all, founded upon falsity.
It may be that the true home of Apollo was not at Delphi, but in that older earth-center of which Plato speaks, where he says: Apollo’s real home is among the Hyperboreans, in a land of perpetual life, where mythology tells us two doves flying from the two opposite ends of the world met in this fair region, the home of Apollo. Indeed, according to Hecataeus, Leto, the mother of Apollo, was born on an island in the Arctic Ocean far beyond the North Wind.
It is not my intention to attempt a discussion of the theogony of the deities nor the cosmogony of the world. My simple duty is to enlighten the world concerning a heretofore unknown portion of the universe, as it was seen and described by the old Norseman, Olaf Jansen.
Interest in northern research is international. Eleven nations are engaged in, or have contributed to, the perilous work of trying to solve Earth’s one remaining cosmological mystery.
There is a saying, ancient as the hills, that truth is stranger than fiction,
and in a most startling manner has this axiom been brought home to me within the last fortnight.
It was just two o’clock in the morning when I was aroused from a restful sleep by the vigorous ringing of my door-bell. The untimely disturber proved to be a messenger bearing a note, scrawled almost to the point of illegibility, from an old Norseman by the name of Olaf Jansen. After much deciphering, I made out the writing, which simply said: Am ill unto death. Come.
The call was imperative, and I lost no time in making ready to comply.
Perhaps I may as well explain here that Olaf Jansen, a man who quite recently celebrated his ninety-fifth birthday, has for the last half-dozen years been living alone in an unpretentious bungalow out Glendale way, a short distance from the business district of Los Angeles, California.
It was less than two years ago, while out walking one afternoon that I was attracted by Olaf Jansen’s house and its homelike surroundings, toward its owner and occupant, whom I afterward came to know as a believer in the ancient worship of Odin and Thor.
There was a gentleness in his face, and a kindly expression in the keenly alert gray eyes of this man who had lived more than four-score years and ten; and, withal, a sense of loneliness that appealed to my sympathy. Slightly stooped, and with his hands clasped behind him, he walked back and forth with slow and measured tread, that day when first we met. I can hardly say what particular motive impelled me to pause in my walk and engage him in conversation. He seemed pleased when I complimented him on the attractiveness of his bungalow, and on the well-tended vines and flowers clustering in profusion over its windows, roof and wide piazza.
I soon discovered that my new acquaintance was no ordinary person, but one profound and learned to a remarkable degree; a man who, in the later years of his long life, had dug deeply into books and become strong in the power of meditative silence.
I encouraged him to talk, and soon gathered that he had resided only six or seven years in Southern California, but had passed the dozen years prior in one of the middle Eastern states. Before that he had been a fisherman off the coast of Norway, in the region of the Lofoden Islands, from whence he had made trips still farther north to Spitzbergen and even to Franz Josef Land.