Intelligent civilizations currently living inside the Earth

Victor Magus et Ariolus RV Physical

I present the results of the RV session titled: "Intelligent Civilizations Currently Living Inside the Earth." All participants agree that this is about something beneath the surface of our planet, and there are many other synchronisms. We describe an insect world similar to ants and anthills, with a superior being – a queen – and an entire society subordinate to her. The image is so vivid and evocative that I begin to wonder if this is a direct description of an "alien" civilization, or if we are simply observing "our" ordinary insects, considering them somehow intelligent on a similar level to us. Or perhaps the human species is also "ruled" behind the scenes by an omnipotent being, some kind of "Big Brother" (God with a small "b," demiurge), and we are unaware of it and don't see it, like in the movies "The Truman Show" or "The Matrix"?

Information obtained during the session:

Victor Magus:

I travel inward, to a point, I fly, as if inside a body. The landscape, the scale, the surroundings change. Even the sound is muffled, the colors reddish, as if inside illuminated tissue. AOL: like a baby in its mother's womb, this is how I perceive the world,
AOL: underground, tunnel, vault, subway, train, AOL: tunnel and "golden train",
AOL: the planet's core, deep, molten liquid rock,
AOL: Stargate: Tok'Ra tunnels, where the Goa'uld's enemies live and hide,
a whole system of tunnels, deep, warm, glowing, as if from another race, from other beings. Tunnels, chambers, domes, cities, AOL: alien tunnels beneath the Earth's surface,
the whole system looks like a huge anthill, AOL: like the city of Derinkuyu in Turkey, which we explored: sidewalks, canals, chambers, shafts,

Small creatures, seemingly upright and humanoid, but they have insect, ant-like features, such as jaws. They even behave like ants: they move a lot, bustle about, and when they notice my presence, they gather around me, trying to defend their nest. When I surround myself with light, they move away; the strong light irritates them and they're not used to it.
I glide through the corridors, heading towards the largest dome. The most spacious, lots of air, the walls sparkle crystalline, like diamonds.
they look very much like ants, I can't see the scale, but I have the impression that they reach up to my waist, about 1m, no more,
I don't see technology anywhere. They build, they dig, but they don't use machines. They have a swarm, herd, collective consciousness, like insects,
I sink straight down to the planet's core, the molten core. I fall into the molten metal and dissolve, dissolving, but I am still consciousness. I hear the voices of the molten metal. The molten core breathes, radiates, and protects the planet's life. Something in the core ensures the safety of life on the surface, consciously protects it,

Edyta R.

Does it make sense that I saw some kind of worm? Something like a centipede, only shorter and thicker. I think the target might be anchored to the ground,
I don't sense the existence of people. Some creatures hiding in the ground,
from the underground ones, I clearly have some tarry liquid, thick black pus. I also have precious stones - I drew a beautiful stone, like a diamond,
I have some magnetic-electric discharges,

Paweł Jończyk:

multi-layered, a concrete-lined ravine, a sort of stone trough. At the end, a faint light, like a light version, not glaring, but more of a glow, a sort of etherealness,
At the end of this "gorge," there's a plain with a river in the distance, perhaps with a floodplain or many branches. It reminded me a bit of this multi-layered nature—multiple channels, multiple threads,
the image is generally positive, but shrouded in something, this etherealness, this strange light,
It's a seemingly normal sight, but it's as if there were something in the air. Plastic air, no matter how it sounds,
I feel like this plain is a bit like "The Truman Show," made just to be seen. As if it were a cover for something,
It's a bit like The Matrix. It's some kind of "artificial creation" to satisfy the shallowness of beings who don't investigate, don't delve. But it's as if it were created as a cover for something else, something evil. It's nice here, a bit idyllic, but you can feel the artificiality,
There's a kind of destruction, a burning to the quick of those people/beings who know more, those "more intelligent." And this pretty picture, this beautiful plastic land, is for the humble, because they don't probe or investigate what's "behind the scenes." It's like an enclave for the obedient—be polite—and nothing bad will happen to you.
Subordination, incapacitation under the guise of a wonderful world offered—as part of someone else's program. But I see no people or other beings here, no houses. A pure, artificial landscape and that other world: also empty, but you can feel the presence here,
Someone great, someone almighty, is watching over the whole thing. I can't see it, but I can definitely feel it: a huge figure pulling the strings,
I have the impression of total brainwashing, puppets walking as someone tells them to, as if they were prepared in advance,
I have the impression that it is not about a small group of people, but about a larger community, or even a society,
What I have here is intimidation, total attachment/addiction, a toxic relationship that works in one direction. It's as if someone is exploiting this group to gain power over them in every respect. Those who think clearly are eliminated,
The feeling of a wall at the end of this "nice" world gives a sense of protection, not the limitation it actually is. It's a kind of prison on a larger scale. This wall isn't visible to everyone—those more aware don't see it,
It's like the "central sun of the nation" there, hahaha, a big brother who tells them how lucky they are to be here. It smells like a cult to me,
the sky is also artificial, an underground world, a bit like in "Sexmission",
That multi-layeredness again. You look from above, as if from a bird's eye view, and you can't see anything, but if you cut it open like a cake, hidden layers emerge. Some headquarters, a secret base, something like that,
power over others, toxic attachment, incapacitation. These people are supposed to do something for this supreme guru, as if they themselves didn't know why they had to do what they had to do,
A large egg hidden underground, nothing visible from the top, only a slight elevation. The egg inside seems to be composed of many layers-stories. It evokes an anthill and a queen, a vast underground factory, at least several stories down.
on the floors there are many small beings, each doing something on its own treadmill, but it seems that they are not aware of the existence of this superior being that benefits from these small ones,