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The Chronicle of Akakor
* (Editor’s note: i.e., the North American Indians.)

"Thus the prince spoke to the assembled warriors: "Go forth now into that country. Have no fear. If
there are enemies, fight them, kill them. And send us messages so that we can come to your assistance."
These were his words. And the giant force set out. And all marched: the scouts, the archers, the slingers,
the lance throwers. They passed over the hills. And they also occupied the shores of the oceans. They
went forth at the prince’s behest. They marched to the north. They built powerful cities to show the
strength of the Chosen Tribes."

The greatest campaign in the history of the Chosen Tribes ended without any concrete results. A few
moons after the departure of the army, communications were suddenly broken off. The last reports to
reach Akakor mentioned a terrible catastrophe. The country beyond the frontier was now a sea of
flames. The surviving warriors fled further north and intermarried with an alien people. Only a thousand
years later, when the White Barbarians advanced into Peru, the high council’s fears were confirmed:
Alien warriors came from the north and destroyed the Inca empire. And with their arrival, the powerful
and peaceful empire of the Ugha Mongulala and the Goths also perished.

A Millennium of Peace

The peaceful empire lasted a thousand years, from 11,051 to 12,012 (A.D. 570—1531). In this period,
only two tribes had power and prestige: the Ugha Mongulala, the nation of the Chosen Tribes, and the
Incas, the sons of the sun. They had divided the country between them and lived in peace. The
descendants of the Degenerate Viracocha ruled an enormous empire from Cuzco. In Akakor, the
legitimate successor of our Ancient Fathers governed in accordance with the Gods’ bequest.

"The Chosen Servants knew happiness. They lived in peace. Truly, their empire was great. No harm
could be done to them. Nobody could defeat them; their power grew all the time. Everything began with
the arrival of the Goths. The greater and the lesser tribes were stricken with fear; they were afraid of the
iron warriors. They were willing to serve the Chosen Tribes, and they brought many gifts. But the
priests lifted their faces to the sky. They gave thanks for the mighty allies. They sacrificed incense and
bees’ honey. And they prayed to the Gods thus, thus was the cry of their hearts:

"Give us daughters and sons. Protect our people from trespass and sin. Protect them from lewdness; let
them not stumble when they ascend and descend. Grant us good paths and roads. Let no misfortune and
no guilt befall this alliance. Preserve unity at the four corners of the world and along the four sides of
the world so that peace and happiness may rule in the empire of the Chosen Tribes."

And the Gods heeded the priests’ prayers and blessed the union between the nation of the Goths and the
Ugha Mongulala. The Alien Warriors who had crossed the ocean in their dragon ships willingly
submitted to the bequest of the Gods. They learned our language and script, and quickly merged into our
nation. Their leaders assumed important offices in the administration of the empire. Their generals
became the terror of the hostile tribes. Even their priests renounced their false creed, which they had
brought along in a heavy, iron-bound book. This book, which the German soldiers called "Bible," is
written in signs unintelligible to my people. It contains pictures of the life of the Goths in their own
country and also tells about a mighty god. He had come to earth in the sign of the cross to deliver men
from darkness. A thousand years later, the White Barbarians traced their divine origin from the same
sign. In its name and for its honor they destroyed the empire of the Incas and brought death to millions
of people. But up to their arrival, which is described in the third part of the Chronicle of Akakor, the
Ugha Mongulala and the Goths lived peacefully united according to the bequest of the Ancient Fathers.
They made the prescribed sacrifices, honored the Gods, and remembered the far distant period when
there were neither men nor the Great River on earth, as it is written in the chronicle:

"It was uncountable years ago when sun and moon wished to marry. But nobody could unite them. For
the love of the sun was afire and would have burned the earth. And the tears of the moon were
innumerable and would have flooded the land. Therefore no one united them, and sun and moon

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