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on the west coast, Shaver described these vehicles as being abandoned by the elder race that migrated
to the stars.
Ray machines: Telaug and vision ray machines can penetrate cavern walls and bring in views of the
surface world. These vision units allow the devilish deros to see what people are doing at any time, at
any place, in the surface world.
Projection Ray machines: These machines project weird, fantastic images and thoughts into the
minds of innocent victims, victims often selected at random by the demented dero.
Tractor Ray Beams: A train is speeding across the surface of the world. In the dark recesses of his
cavern, a dero focuses a tractor beam on a railroad switch. The track is opened; the train is derailed.
The dero can instantly change highway traffic signals, sabotage industrial machinery, and ruin
complex devices. Have you ever had a machine or object that refused to work, then performed
marvellously when the repairman arrived? A dero may have been amusing himself.
Tractor Ray machines are used to throw open manhole covers, loosen a single step on a stairway, or
sabotage a vital part on a speeding automobile.
Surgical Ray cannons: The dero enjoys projects of the most terrible nature. These devices were
originally created to perform delicate surgical operations. Today, the dero focuses these instruments
on a person to slice a delicate, essential nerve. Surgical rays are beamed on a single individual's head
until the juices of his brain bubble and boil furiously.
Mental machines: These horrible devices create realistic illusions, nightmares, strange dreams, and
compulsive behaviour in a victim. Many murderers have informed the police that I just got a sudden
urge to kill.' Were they actually the target of a vicious dero mental machine?
Richard Shaver stated that the cavern people have been bequeathed death rays, gigantic machines for
excavating caves, powerful weapons, and fleets of vehicles for driving through the caverns. He also
said that some deros enjoy driving modern automobiles from the surface world. Is it possible that
stolen cars are driven down into the tunnels? Fortunately, not all of the people in the caverns are
dedicated to evil purposes.
What is a stim machine?
Shaver wrote of a pleasure stimulation machine which was used to revitalize sexual nature. Shaver
claimed to have had a stim machine played on him during his visits to the caverns. '... a powerful
augmentation of woman-life; to a hundred powers of natural love,' he wrote. There are no words to
describe what this apparatus did for life'
Unfortunately, many of these stim machines have been captured by roving bands of deros. These
complex mechanisms are used to create varied degrees of sexual intensity. The deros, who are totally
degenerate, may spend their entire lives in a stim ray sex orgy. This debauchery can be heightened to
such a degree, and prolonged for so many years, that the dero is deformed. They are transformed into
even more frightening, more monstrous creatures. Perhaps a stim machine is addictive.
Does this mean they do not harm women on the surface world?
To the contrary, the dero kidnap nubile young women for their amusement in the caverns. Stim rays
are played over their bodies. A frightened, prudish woman can be transformed into the depraved,
willing participant in a dero orgy.
In the May, 1967, issue of the Hollow Earth Bulletin we printed portions of The Messerschmidt
Manuscript.' A French woman, thought to have been killed, returned to her home in the suburbs of
Paris with a frightening tale of being kidnapped and taken into the dero's lair. An edited version of her
statement follows:
There are those who will claim I am insane ... They will testify that I am mentally ill and unable to
remember those weeks in the caves. I wish I could erase those memories from my mind. But, the
world must be warned. The monsters are down there. We must destroy them before they kidnap more
women for their horrible purposes ...
I was a young woman of nineteen years of age in 1943, proud of my ability as a student, and eagerly
looking forward to marrying a young man who planned to be a physician.
One night we planned to meet at my fiancé's office building, join another couple, and have dinner in a
small cafe. We were not worried about the Nazis. I arrived a few minutes late at my fiancé's office
building and the old man who ran the elevator had left for the day. I decided to operate the lift for
myself. I stepped inside to inspect the controls.
There were no symbols to indicate whether the lift went up or down by moving the lever one way or
another. Light hearted and in love, I decided that if I ran the elevator into the basement, I could
reverse the controls and go up to the other stories ...
I made an error and the elevator stopped in a dark basement. I reversed the controls, but my hand
slipped. I pushed on the 'down' control.
The elevator suddenly plunged down below the basement, falling through space as if the cable had
broken. After a rapid drop, perhaps several hundred feet, the elevator stopped with a sudden lurch. I
was so frightened as I fell onto the floor of the cage, sobbing and screaming.
Through my terror-stricken mind, I heard a loud, guttural noise on the other side of the elevator door.
The elevator door was torn open with a vicious slam and I saw the most horrible beast in the world.
The memory of that monster haunts my mind and, at night, I cannot sleep without sedatives or
sleeping pills ...
His face was of a pale, whitish color. His short, twisted body was covered with thick, bristly hair. His
eyes? piggish, insensitive to any emotion, and gleaming with evil lust. The creature was fat, almost
bloated. There were terrible scars and running sores over most of his body. He had no neck, so his
head was placed squarely atop his muscular shoulders.
The face was the most horrible portion of his terrible features. It was much too large for his body,
totally devoid of hair. The skin was scarred and wrinkled. His nose was fashioned more like a snout. It
was at least seven inches in length, a terrible thing hanging down over his lipless mouth. His nose
ended about the middle of his chest. He was nude. His body looked as if he had never worn garments.
A filthy, animal-smell filled the elevator. Mercifully, I fainted into unconsciousness. I have never
known what happened in the elevator. Did they use that for an entry into the outside world? I have
thought about it and those elevator shafts may go down far into the earth at certain points.
When I recovered consciousness, I was lying on the polished stone floor of an immense cavern. There
were several other women standing around in that dark corner and, as my eyes adjusted to the
dimness, I saw that we were caged into one corner of a large cave. A metal gate, and bars, rose from
the stone floor up to the ceiling. I suppressed an impulse to scream, thinking this terrible nightmare
would end any instant.
Across the way, the devil-men were fighting over a carcass. It was some reptile-like animal which
they hunted in the caverns. I learned later that if these reptiles became scarce, they crept up into Paris
at night and captured human beings for their food. There were giant hooks on the walls, quite sharp,
where they hung the bodies to drain. They collected the blood as a drink, fighting among themselves
for the thick, red drippings.
There were about twenty women crowded into the cave. Most of them were totally mad; insane
creatures who had lost their minds. They huddled in the cage, whimpering and crying. Others simply
sat in mute catatonic shock. They were like living robots, with their emotions and human feelings
destroyed by the horrible existence in the caverns.
I stood up, looking around for my clothing, which was gone. Trying to hide my nakedness, I walked
to the front of the cage. Despite my fear, I shouted across the room to the group of monstrous beings.
It was a moment of total unreality.
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