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The Chronicle of Akakor
Former Masters.

To make the following comprehensible, I must once again tell about the Golden Age when the Gods still
ruled over a vast empire on earth. For thousands of years, the priests have kept and preserved the Gods’
bequest. Nothing has been lost, neither the knowledge of the Ancient Fathers nor the secret documents that
are kept in the underground Great Temple of the Sun. These are mysterious pictures, maps, and drawings
made by the Gods, telling about the enigmatic and dark prehistory of the earth.

One of the maps shows that our moon is not the first and not the only one in the history of the earth. The
moon that we know began to approach the earth and to circle around it thousands of years ago. At that time,
the world still bore another face. In the west, where the charts of the White Barbarians only show water,
was a large island. And a gigantic mass of land was in the northern part of the ocean as well. According to
our priests, these two were buried under an enormous tidal wave during the first Great Catastrophe, the war
between the two divine races. And they add that this war did not only lay waste to the earth, but also to the
worlds of Mars and Venus, as they are called by the White Barbarians.

Based on the documents left by the Gods, our priests know much that has remained hidden to the White
Barbarians. They know the smallest and the greatest things on earth, and the matter from which everything
is made. They studied the course of the stars and the relationships in nature. They explored the spiritual
forces of man, and how to rule and apply them. Our priests have learned how to make objects fly through
space, and how to open the body of the sick without touching it. They know how to transfer thought without
words. This enables them to communicate with each other over the greatest distances, not in detail, but they
can convey whether their hearts are filled with sorrow or joy. But for this kind of communication,
knowledge of the bequest of the Gods and absolute power over mental forces are required.

My people would have nothing to fear of a mental confrontation between us and the White Barbarians. Our
enemies do indeed construct mighty tools and powerful weapons. They drill into the earth, under mountains
and through rock. They rise into the sky in the belly of a gigantic bird. Like eagles, they fly from cloud to
cloud, and their ships are big and powerful and cross the oceans unchallenged. But their arts cannot frighten
us. They have not yet built anything that would save them from death or prolong their lives. As yet, they
have done nothing that is greater than the feats of the Gods at their time. And all their arts and magic have
not made them any happier. But the life of the Ugha Mongulala is simple and directed by the bequest of the
Gods. We regard the White Barbarians with contempt when they play at being god.

Therefore the life of the Chosen Tribes was happy. Their laws derived from one single source.
There was only one order. The Chosen Servants acted in accordance with it. In everything they
did, they followed the bequest of the Gods. For they taught us how to break the fruit off the
tree and how to lift the roots out of the ground. They gave us bow and arrow to protect our
body from the enemy. They gave us joy in dancing and playing. They taught us the secret of
man, animals, and plants.
Faithful to the wishes of our Former Masters, the priests collected all knowledge and experience and
preserved it in the underground dwellings. The objects and documents testifying to the 12,000 years of my
people’s history are kept in a room which is hewn out of the rock. And here also are the mysterious
drawings of our Ancient Fathers. They are engraved in green and blue on a material unknown to us. Neither
water nor fire can destroy it. Of Lhasa’s time, we still have his golden garment, his strong arms, and the
ruler’s staff made of a reddish stone. Of the Goths, we have kept the dragon heads of their ships, their
winged helmets, their armor, and their iron swords. The first written chronicle of the White Barbarians,
which is called the Bible, is also kept here.

More than half of the underground rooms are filled with ornaments and jewelry from the temples of our
vacated cities. The tools and writings of the German soldiers who came to us in the year 12,422 (1941)
occupy a special place. They gave us their clothes, their weapons, and the sign of their nation, a black cross
on a white cloth. It resembles our fire wheels, which the children roll down the mountains at the time of the
solstice. Our own symbol dates back to the Ancient Fathers: a red-glowing sun rising out of a deep blue sea.

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