Subterranean World – Krishna Venta, (Lecture, 11/30/1948)

Opening Prayer by “The Voice” O Great Supreme Infinite Intelligence, Our God, Director of our Lives: We come
once more before Thee in humility, desiring wisdom. We pray, O God, that we might receive the ultimate of Thy
wisdom, according to our ability to understand, that we might come closer to Thee in service and obedience to
Thy Commandments. We ask, O God, that Thou wilt give abundantly of Thy wisdom—if we are worthy. Give us
Thy wisdom of love, of life, of creation—that we might not walk in darkness but know the light of Thy Being. O
God, have compassion upon us, for Thy understanding surpasseth all limitations. Though we have failed Thee,
Thou hast not condemned us—but hast been weary at heart because of our foolishness. Knowing we have failed
Thee—perhaps shall fail Thee again—yet, in our hearts, we are striving to serve Thee, in the midst of heartaches
and sorrows. O God, Thou knowest our desire. If Thou wouldst reveal Thyself within our hearts, O God, and
awaken in us the true existence of Thee, ‘twould give us strength. We do know, O God, that Thou art constantly
asking for entrance. It is we, O God, who deny Thee. Have compassion upon us. Look upon Thy children, O God,
throughout the world. They know not which way to turn; they know not Who Thou art—yet do so little to learn.
Have compassion upon them, God. Give them wisdom. Let this earth’s atmosphere radiate with the vibrations
of Thy power, let it crush all negativeness now existing. Let those who seek Thee, find Thee; let them feel Thy
presence through telepathy, that they might devote themselves to Thee. O my God, in this world of tribulation today,
Thou knowest how hard it is to find the good seed which will produce Thy love. I have sought, O God, from corner
to corner of the earth—from the darkest pits to the highest mountains—searching for Thy Elect children. It is no easy
task, O God. They are faithful for the moment, but with the first trial, they turn away. Be with me, O Father; give
me the strength to remain. Give me the courage, O God, that I might not run away, but continue to give Thy
wisdom to Thy children. O God, we are all in our Garden of Gethsemane.

Some have not taken the time to even think of Thee—and we cry in our sorrow for them. Few have I found on this earth
who have cried to Thee concerning the great joy of Thy being. May they awaken to Thy service. May I be faithful unto
Thee, O God, and not fail in the mission Thou hast allotted me. I am Thy servant, and the servant of Thy children—and
desire to remain such, forever. Amen, Amen. I love you children—and I know not how to please you. The wisdom I
give does not seem to suffice. The tears I shed within my heart cannot be felt by you. Sometimes I am discouraged;
only through hope and the faith of my Father can I perform my mission—a work which must be done, regardless of
the sacrifice. Though there are not many in the world who will truly receive the Father, I am thankful to know that someday
they shall recognize Him—and in acknowledging the Father, they shall also accept me. In a dream one night, I saw a
man standing alone. I could see the world turning on its axis, and the moon rotating around the earth. All was barren
as far as the eye could see in that dream. This globe was uninhabited, except for a solitary man—erect, yet with head
bowed—traveling o’er the earth. I saw this man walk over mountains and into valleys—ever toward the West. As the
scene changed, I saw him looking across the expanse of a mighty ocean—his feet playing in the sand, but with his
head still bowed. He heard the beating of the waves against the distant rocks. All was silent, save that. As I watched
that dream unfold, I seemed to feel the thoughts of that man. How lonesome and alone he was! He cried out to the
sea, “O great sea, thou hast surged back and forth for lo these many centuries! What hast thou to say? Art thou, too,
lonely?” The sea whispered back, “Yes, O Master, I, too, am lonely. I question if my mission shall ever reach completion.
When I first came to rest upon the surface of this earth, there was naught but solid rock. But the Father gave me a
mission to be performed.” I heard the man, a Master, say, “What was the mission?” In the breeze coming from the
bosom of the water, the ocean gave her answer, “My mission is to beat against that rock until comes the hour and
the day I shall have been able to break it. When it is reduced to small particles, I play with them, rubbing them back
and forth until they are pulverized. These I carry to the shore, there to form the first soil, that life-forms within the soil
I have produced will have an opportunity to express. I have beaten against that rock for many centuries.

Many times I thought my work was impossible of accomplishment. I would rage and foam—and beat against my barrier
with all the strength of my mighty bosom; yet, I accomplished nothing. In disillusionment, I would calm myself, for the
rocks remained unchanged. I have learned, O Master, that only through patience and endurance can one accomplish
his appointed task.” “So, I continue beating placidly against those rocks. Yes, I have emotions; sometimes I become
angry. There are times I cannot control my emotions, and cause the skies to be darkened; I whip my raging waters
into a frothing mass, but still I have not accomplished my purpose.” “I know not how long my mission will be, for I have
lost all track of time. As I survey the rocks, I find there are still many to be broken. Perhaps I will still be beating at those
rocks when higher forms of life come to express upon the earth. Perhaps even long centuries after they have departed,
I will still not have completed my mission.” “Yes, O Master, I am lonesome. My only company is the sound of my own
vibration as it beats against the rocks. Yet, I have a warmth, because I can look up at the sun; it does not permit my
bosom to become unbearably cold.” The Master, head bowed, said, “I know what you mean. You have no helpers,
you must accomplish your mission alone. I, too, walk the earth alone, awaiting the day I might find minute life-forms,
coming from the depths of that soil, to share my loneliness and perhaps accept my love.” Time passed. The Master
was still walking alone over hill and dale. One day, He saw the first expressions of life. He knelt beside them and
gave His soul—that He might protect, guide and direct them. Soon there were other forms of life to war against the
first forms, striving to destroy them. The first expressions were crushed by the introduction of evil forces, and needed
more love and protection from the Master. He gave His love also to those other forms of life, but they spurned it, and
He bowed His head and cried, because He was rejected. The weeds of destruction were ever growing stronger.

The first forms of life, bearing His love within their bosoms, were gradually dying, until there was left only one tiny flower—
the last one to bear His love. He hovered near that infinitesimal form of life; continued to bless and love it, and to extend
His cloak to protect it. Lo, it was able to grow—through His loving efforts, it could express, despite the efforts of destruction
around it. It developed into a beautiful plant. It had its seeds, which fell to the ground. Still the Master remained to protect
it with His love. The following season, these seeds germinated and in turn began to grow. Soon there was a small pasture
of life expressing. As He saw that life expanding, He realized that if those who had received His love were to have Him
constantly beside them, they could continue to thrive and grow. But when He gave His love to them, and walked away,
they were not strong enough with that love alone to conquer. In that hour, the Master looked up to His Father and said,
“O God, that I might remain with all forms of life until the last of them has reached its perfection.” So, the mission of that
Man who was standing there so much alone became a reality—He was to remain with all forms of life until the last one
had reached perfection. As life continued to expand on the surface of the earth, many times He went back to the ocean,
and found her still at her appointed task. He grew fond of the ocean, and accepted her as His helpmate, as o’er the
earth He roved. His flock multiplied, with the assistance of the sea and His love. He could no longer confine Himself
to one spot, but had to travel the earth over. And in His travels He came before a group of His life-forms; they drank
of the nectar of His wisdom, love and kindness—and accepted Him. He went to another pasture to help others. They,
too, accepted Him, so long as He was with them. When He had made a complete journey and returned to the place
wherein He had first worked with them, He found weeds had grown up and destroyed them; there were but a few of
the firstlings of His flock left. I knelt and wept beside His fallen friends. Then came man. Likewise He worked with
them—century after century. He came to one group, gave of His wisdom and knowledge.

They loved Him while He was with them. They believed, but soon after His departure, they stumbled; the weeds of
destruction—always ready to crush them—slowly destroyed the love they bore, and their hearts were turned to stone.
Thus, they could not recognize the Master upon His return. His sadness was increased. Next, His mission became
one of adventure. He traveled the world over. He watched a generation of man arise, depart and return. He knocked
at their door and was accepted—because of the sorrows and grief they were encountering. He helped them with their
problems, and again departed, leaving them to stand alone. They believed, completed their life in one embodiment,
and reincarnated. When they returned, He thought their door would again be opened to Him as He knocked. Yet,
when He went to the embodiment of that reincarnated intelligence and knocked, that door was closed to Him! Again
he cried. As He continued to knock at the doors, none were opened to Him. Negative forces of the world had caused
the manifestations of His love to be destroyed. Again He walked from hamlet to hamlet, country to country, but could
find among all the mortals not one who had retained His first love. He knew not where to look. He gave anew of His
wisdom, but it failed to register within their hearts. Even in the midst of the multitudes, He walked alone. When He
returned to the city from whence He had departed but a short time before, none recognized Him. He was a stranger
in their midst. So it has been through the centuries. The ocean works alone—the Son of God works alone. He has
only your help for the moment—and even that dies soon. He strives to renew that love, but man—having become
so engrossed in the many material laws around him—neither sees nor recognizes love nor its Master. Children,
you have met Him in the past! You have turned Him away! You have made Him cry! You have caused Him to
walk alone! He is still trying to reach your hearts, is still knocking, asking for admission.

Why dost thou crucify Him more? His crying is not concerning Himself. His only thought is to build a love in you. If
He can once more renew that love, He will stay to protect you against the other forces. When you have left this world,
there will be thousands to journey after you, and the Master will still be walking on this earth—o’er valley and dale—
searching for the new seeds which will grow in love. Love is the cornerstone of the Master’s building. It is His task to
root out the weeds of destruction, to bring to your hearts pure, true, clean love—void of fear, malice, prejudice, hatred,
envy, jealousy. Dost thou, O children, want Him to walk away now? Wouldst thou turn Him aside because thou preferest
the malice, prejudice and hatred within the world? Or, wilt thou follow, accepting His love as He gives it to thee? Soon
appears the day man has set aside as Christmas—Christ-mas. There will be feasting, giving and receiving of presents;
there will be laughter and drunkenness. Yet, where is Christ? Hast thou forgotten Him? Somewhere on this earth, He
is walking, children. He will be walking on Christmas Day, somewhere, knocking at many doors. How many doors will
be opened to Him? How many eyes will recognize Him, and how many will bid Him enter? How many will—forgetting
their feasts and giving of presents—sit one hour to receive the feast of the Father, with the Master? Or, how many will
spend this day—set aside as a true spiritual day—only by feasting, drunkenness, and exchange of gifts? That is not
fulfilling the mission of the Son, for the duty of the Son is to teach you the laws of love, that you might rise above mortality
and go on into the greater kingdoms of the Father. All this was revealed in the dream: and the Man in the dream—WAS
MYSELF. A greater love knoweth no man, save the love that God gives him. The greatest love any man can have is that
he loveth the Father with all his heart, with all his soul, with all his mind—and bestoweth love upon his brother as though
it were himself. In adherence to those two, thou wilt find peace on earth—a good will toward men. Thou wilt not find it,
dear children, within the corruption of thine own thoughts—the negative is constantly striving to destroy you. Thou canst
find no peace and happiness there. Why, then, dost thou continue to accept it? Is it because thou dost find joy in seeing
the Son of God walk with no helpers? If so, thou art doing a good work—because the Son walks this earth alone!

No man knoweth Him; no man recognizeth Him. They have eyes to see, and ears to hear, but they neither see nor hear,
yet His love goeth forth to thee hourly throughout the day. Though He be not with thee in person, in spirit—as He walks
this earth—He sendeth His thoughts to thee, praying that thou wilt accept a small part of His love, for upliftment. God
bless you, children. I wish to reveal to you some of the popular fallacies regarding the subterranean world. Children,
if thou didst have something beautiful and beneficial, wouldst thou hide it in a cave, where it could not be seen? Or,
wouldst thou have it out where everyone couldst see it, and where it could be of use? Then, believest thou, my children,
that the Father who is the creator of this universe does not hide His wisdom, nor does the Son who walks this earth
hide His Elect few from the world—putting them in a hidden cavern somewhere and telling them to remain there!
Those Masters who follow the Great Master have overcome the laws of mortality. They, as the Son, can walk among
the multitudes and still remain hidden. They could be in your very midst. Wouldst thou know them? If thou couldst not
recognize them, why, then, should they hide away in caves somewhere, having others to go out saying, “The masters
are hidden in yon distant caverns.” The Son can go into the City of Los Angeles, or elsewhere in the world, among the
multitudes. As He walks down the street, because He may have long hair and be dressed other than customary, people
would laugh and poke fun at Him. Others, engrossed in their own trials, would not even know Him. How many, out of
the multitudes, would come up to Him, bow and say, “Thou art the Christ!” If the multitudes would not recognize Him,
why, then, should He hide? Why should He not continue to walk in their midst? Believe this, children, all the masters
—and the Great Master, Christ—hide not from the people, but are constantly among the people, receiving their
criticism and giving His love in return. I have come in contact with more mysticism and beliefs in supernatural
powers in America than in any other country of the world. Many of the American people have not evolved much
above the seventeenth-century witchcraft which was predominant in the New England States. The American
people labor under the greatest superstitions of any race. They have not sought after the spiritual laws of God,
but after signs, mysticisms and phenomena.

Since they have thus sought, they have been led astray by followers of the Adversary. One theory in particular I have
frequently come in contact with in the United States is that India is a land of the Masters—that the Masters dwell there,
remaining supreme in their power, and sending their disciples to the western world. Those who teach that theory in
the western world continue to recite the wonders and miracles of the Masters of the Far East. I have come in contact
with many people in the United States who accept that as a truth, and live in the hope that someday they might visit
India and the Valley of the Masters. They don’t care how those miracles are performed; all they want is to hear the
story anew, like a child with a twice-told fable. If I tell them what they have heard before, they like it. However, if I tell
them the Masters are not only in India, but are scattered throughout the world, they say, “Where?” “There might be
some right in your presence; in your city, if thou wouldst but know them.” “Oh, but show me where!” If I told them, they
wouldn’t believe, even after they had seen a Master. They would say, “He couldn’t be a Master! He is too mortal! He
is just like us! There is nothing outstanding about him that would mark him as a Master.” Remember, a Master isn’t
known by the way he is dressed, nor by the things he does in the flesh, but by the spirit within him. If thy intelligence
is great enough to perceive the intelligence within that body, you will recognize a Master. You don’t judge him by the
flesh. If you do so, the Masters have been taught to do everything to cause you to turn against the flesh. If and when
you turn against the flesh, take care not to turn against the spirit—because that spirit may be the gem for which you
have been searching in vain. Not long ago, I came in contact with a young lady who said she had received a divine
revelation that she must go to India. I asked her reason. “Because I have been called by a Master, that I might bring
forth the Christ child through his assistance.” She was very sincere in her belief, and when I revealed to her the
foolishness of this, she turned against me bitterly, because she was set on going to India. I have met thousands
in the United States whose minds were satisfied that the Masters dwell in India.

Many have paid a visit to India in search of said Masters. On their return to the States, they say, “I was with a Master!
He was so wonderful and grand!” They begin to instill in others the supposed laws of the Masters. THE MASTERS
DO NOT ASK YOU TO COME TO THEM. THEY COME TO YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, AND IN MANY
DIFFERENT WAYS. One may come as a salesman, or a beggar to your door, perhaps as an ordinary person walking
along the street, or as someone who sits beside you in the theater or on the bus. They come to you when you most
need them, and give you a message. They don’t take advantage of you. The message they give is very quiet. They
depart as quickly as they come. They will never give you their address; they will never ask you for yours. They do not
wish to see you again; if they so desired, they would know where to find you. When an individual asks your address,
or wants to make an appointment with you, he is not a Master—he is someone who is looking for that which the flesh
can give. Beware of him! Assuming you were going to India to see the Masters, you would tell everyone. On the liner
en route, you would proceed to tell anyone who would listen. By the time you get to India, the grapevine will have
preceded you. When you disembark at Bombay, or Calcutta, there will be someone there to meet you. He knows
exactly what you look like, because your personality and mode of dress will have been relayed ahead of you. This
person will present himself to you and say, “I have been directed to lead you to that for which you are seeking.” You
believe his words. He then explains certain things you must do in order to visit the Masters. Depending upon how
much money you have, he perhaps will take you on a long overland journey into New Delhi and up into the Nepal
province. IT IS NOTHING BUT AN ADVENTURE TRIP THAT YOU ARE TAKING AND YOU PAY DEARLY FOR IT,
BECAUSE THE MAN WHO LED YOU IS NOT A MASTER, NOR IS HE TAKING YOU TO A MASTER. It is part of
a plan. He takes you to a certain place—perhaps where there is a cave or lean-to. When you enter, you see a man
—venerable in appearance—sitting there. He bows and greets you with symbols. The interpreter tells you what he
has said. Before you know it, he is speaking the same language you are. You exclaim, “Oh, but you speak English!”

“No, I do not speak English,” he will answer. “It is that our tongues have come to be known one to the other. We are
one now, not communing with words, but in thought pictures, so we understand each other’s tongue.” You become
highly elated. He next says, “Thou hast been called from far across the sea; thou hast been directed to receive a
message and a mission. Thou must go back to the western world and give this message to the people of your land.
You must leave all your earthly goods here, because you will have no need for them there.” When you leave, you
give all your goods to the FAKERS, not Fakirs, of India—for this is nothing more than a vicious racket. Thousands
of individuals who have studied some of the higher philosophies have been “taken in” by these unscrupulous pretenders
of the Eastern hemisphere—and not one who professes to have seen a Master has really done so. Again I repeat,
THE MASTERS COME TO YOU; YOU NEED NOT GO TO THEM! Many people in the United States believe that
great Masters and their tribes of people live beneath the earth—some even under the sea. These people know it to
be a fact, because so-and-so told them they saw such-and-such! But he really didn’t see any such thing! There is
the story of the Lemurians living in Mt. Shasta. Great individuals of a golden race were supposed to have come out
of that mountain once a year to make purchases in the city, for which they paid with raw gold! When they departed,
no man was able to follow them to their habitat! These stories were repeated so often they became a reality in the
minds of many people throughout the United States. Every year people went to Mt. Shasta, looking for the Lemurians
—this actually became a resort. The Government heard about it, and under the administration of the late Franklin
Delano Roosevelt two thousand W.P.A. workers were sent to investigate any findings they might come across
concerning Mt. Shasta.

The statement was then made that since the W.P.A. workers had interfered with the sacred shrines in Mt. Shasta,
the Lemurians had sealed up the entrances leading to their subterranean cities, and had moved to Old Mexico—
some even into South America. There is another theory that down in Mexico there is a cave in which great Masters
live, having built an entire city underground. Every now and then certain people from the western world visit these
Masters and then come back to spread the story, claiming the Masters have told them they must go out and prepare
other people for the great revelation. Another theory taught in America is that there is a great race of people living
under Lake Superior. Every now and then out of the middle of the lake comes a great beam of light, and at that
time, strange persons appear in Chicago. No one knows where they came from; they don’t seem to be ordinary
human beings. This story has been implanted in the minds of many people. No one has truly seen them, but the
spoken word has made it seem as though it is true. Again, there is supposed to be a great race of people living in
caves in the Rocky Mountains, not far from Denver, Colorado. No one has been able to visit these caves, but it is
said that great Masters came up from the world “down under”, where they have canals extending to South America
as far as the Andes Mountains, where their headquarters is located. They have passageways to all parts of the
world. When they will to appear in the Rocky Mountain region, they do so. Another theory has it that Masters live
underground in Norway and Sweden. Another belief is that great Masters live in a beautiful jeweled city underneath
Mt. Everest, in India. Archeologists have studied most of these places. In Mexico they have found the bones and
crockery of a lost civilization. The mystics who are trying to make you believe there are Masters living underground
tell you, “See, they have found some of the remnants.

That happens to be their burial ground; others are living further underground.” Children, where do all these stories
come from? They come from someone like yourselves. If you wanted to prove a point and see how foolish this is,
just tell a story of something you saw—that you went back East to Tennessee in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and as
you were walking along you came to a cave, which you entered. A trolley was there that took you under the earth,
and you came to a city, inhabited by great Masters. They taught you much wisdom and told you to go back and
spread the news, for they were ready to come to the surface. You could tell that story to a few of your friends; even
though they didn’t believe you, they wouldn’t deny you, because of your sincerity. They would come to believe, and
begin telling it to others. So, it reaches the ears of some who have studied about such, and they come to see you.
They look upon you as a great leader—because you have seen that place. Soon there are many people who believe
your story—all a figment of your imagination! That is what is happening to the western world today—because people
are not looking for wisdom and truth, but are seeking phenomena. UNDERNEATH THE EARTH THERE IS NOTHING
MORE THAN THE GEOLOGICAL STRATA OF THE EARTH. It is true there are many subterranean caverns, but they
couldn’t retain human life. Some of those caverns are even lined with a phosphorescent substance, luminous at night.
However, all those caverns were formed by some natural cause. Long years ago in the Ice Age, when the ice began
to move southward, many plants were buried beneath the soil. Since oxygen was cut off, they began to decompose,
forming the first coal beds. The oil that came from those coal beds seeped through crevices into deeper recesses of
the earth. Gas was formed which pushed back the walls of the crevice, until a large subterranean cavern was formed.
Billions of barrels of oil are removed from the earth. The oil is in a cavern. When the oil is drained, is it logical to
assume the Masters will move into these caverns and form a civilization! THERE ARE NO INDIVIDUALS LIVING
IN THE CENTER OF THE EARTH. If you go down far enough, the pressure becomes so great that human beings
could not stand it—certainly not some of those who are going down to visit the imaginary Masters!

If you went still further down, you would enter a gaseous region, wherein the soil and rocks have gas pockets within
them. Still further down, you come in contact with the heat of the center of the earth—molten lava.In past civilizations,
it is true people built little places underground for survival. But, as the centuries passed, those caves were vacated.
At present, there are no cities in the world built underground that are inhabited by human beings! The physical body was
constructed to require sunlight. It has been proved that any individual who lives in darkness soon dies. To prove this,
stay in a dark room for only one year and see what happens to you. All the pigments in your skin will be absorbed by
the darkness, leaving the skin white. The blood, instead of being rich and red, becomes anemic. What form of life could
live under the earth? “Oh, but they are great Masters,” you say, “and they don’t need the sun’s rays.” THE MASTERS
WALKING ON THIS EARTH HAVE FLESH MADE THE SAME AS YOURS. They walk the world in the flesh, the same
as Christ did nineteen hundred years ago. He had no different flesh. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE WAS THE KNOWLEDGE
HE HAD CONCERNING THE POWER OF THE MIND. HE COULD USE THAT WISDOM TO CONTROL THE MIND,
BUT THE BODY WAS THE SAME. I would like very much to bring to my children an understanding that God does not
work in such a way to teach you His wonders and powers. If the Father had meant for you to live underground, He
would have built you differently, and would have prepared an underground place for you. Since you are made as you
are, you can commune with God, and receive the wisdom of the universe right in your own home. You need not go
looking for caves and Masters. You will never find them anywhere. You might say, “I know a person who did see them.”
Yet, when such an individual comes in contact with me, he becomes tongue-tied and unable to say he has seen them
—because he knows I can see he is lying. So, he remains silent. Many persons have I made commit themselves to
the untruth of their statements! How long are you going to be fooled? IN THE LAWS OF NATURE IS THE ANSWER
TO THE INFINITE. TAKE TIME AND STUDY THEM WELL. Seek for the natural laws, and you shall come in contact
with God. Seek for phenomena and mysticism and you cut yourself off from God’s wisdom. Seek not after signs nor
Masters. Seek to know your God—and remain with that God. There are no strange phenomena under the earth!
God bless you. Amen.