“‘T REMEMBER LEMURIA!” By RICHARD S. SHAVER 12,000 years ago our ancestors, the Atlans and Titans, left Lemuria, the earth, for a new home on a dark world in space FOREWORD ERHAPS my parents never realized the puns thai would be made on my name when they christened me Rich- prd Sharpe Shaver, Under ordinary cir- cumstances the pubs would have been of little consequence, but because of the amazing fact of my amazing mem- ory of the life of another person, long dead, it has been incredibly hard for me to speak convincingly and to make people believe in me, Invariably T get that oh-so-funny remark, “Sharp- shaver, eh? A regular cut-up, eh, kid!” accompanied by a sly dig in the ribs and a very stupid, “Get it?” How can a man get a serious audience after that? And yet, there it is for all who wish to pun and pun again. If I achieve nothing else at least you may laugh, and to Jatigh is to be physically andu "AMAZING STORIES mentally healthy. For those of you who will read on and carefully weigh what I am about to tell you I am con- vinced there will be no thought of puns. Instead, when you consider the real truths behind what I say—and even better, experiment and study to cor- roborate them — it seems to me to be inevitable that you will forget that 1am Richard Sharpe Shaver, and in- stead, am what sci- ence chooses to very vaguely define as the racial memory teceptacle of a man (or should I say a being?) named Mu- tan Mion, who lived many thousands of years ago in Sub At-. lan, one of the great cities of ancient Lemuria! I myself cannot explain it, 1 know only that I remember Lemuria! Re- member it with a faithfulness that I ac- cept with the absolute conviction of a fanatic. And yet, I am not a fanatic; Tama simple man, a worker in metal, employed in a steel mill in Pennsyl- vania. I have sent the editor of this magazine a picture of myself which he tells me he will reproduce along with this foreword, so that you may see for yourself what I look like, and that lam just an ordinary man, as normal as any of you who read this and gifted with much less imagination than most of you! What I tell you is not fiction! How can I impress that on you as forcibly as I feel it must be impressed? But then, what good to impress it upon those who will crack wise about me being a “sharp- RICHARD S. SHAVER shaver”? I can only hope that when I have told the story of Mutan Mion as Iremember it you will believe—not be- cause 1 sound convincing or tell my story in a convincing manner, but be- cause you will sce the truth in what I sy Say, and will realize, as you must, that many of the things I tell you are not a matter of present day scientific knowl- edge and yet are true! I fervently hope that such great minds as Einstein, Carrel, and the late Crile check the things that I _re- member. I am no mathematician; 1 am no scientist. I have studied all the scientific books 1 can get—only to kecome more and more convinced that I remember érze things. But surely someone can definitely say that I am wrong or that I am right, especially in such things as the true nature of gravity, of matter, of light, of the cause of age and many other things that the memory of Mutan Mion has expressed to me so definitely as to be conviction itself. T intend to put down these things, and I invite—challenge!—any of you to work on them; to prove or disprove, as you like, Whatever your goal, I do not care. I care only that you believe me or disbelieve me with enough fervor to do some real work on those things I will propound. The final result may well stagger the science of the world. T want to thank editor Ray Palmer for his open mind and for the way he has received the things I have told him