Richard Shaver wrote a story called "I Remember Lemuria", published in the March 1945 issue, which was presented as a mixture of truth and fiction. The story, about prehistoric civilizations, dramatically boosted Amazing Stories' circulation, and it ran a new Shaver story in every issue, culminating in a special issue in June 1947 devoted entirely to the Shaver Mystery, as it was called.
Richard Shaver wrote a story called "I Remember Lemuria", published in the March 1945 issue, which was presented as a mixture of truth and fiction. The story, about prehistoric civilizations, dramatically boosted Amazing Stories' circulation, and it ran a new Shaver story in every issue, culminating in a special issue in June 1947 devoted entirely to the Shaver Mystery, as it was called.
Richard Shaver wrote a story called "I Remember Lemuria", published in the March 1945 issue, which was presented as a mixture of truth and fiction. The story, about prehistoric civilizations, dramatically boosted Amazing Stories' circulation, and it ran a new Shaver story in every issue, culminating in a special issue in June 1947 devoted entirely to the Shaver Mystery, as it was called.
“‘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 andu "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