THE NAZI MISSION IN BRAZIL: SOME CORRELATIONS
...well, enough of that music criticism stuff (see article following)....back to the main topics: alternative technology, strange history, and, of course, the Nazis...
One of the listeners to my interviews with George Ann Hughes on The Byte Show, we'll call her "Mrs. X" here, was kind enough to send me the link to a fascinating article on pre-war, wartime, and perhaps postwar shenanigans of the Nazis in Latin America, this time in Brazil. The article, entitled "The First Boys From Brazil: Nazi Graveyard Discovered Deep in the Amazon Forest", by Alan Hall is available online at www.dailymail.co.uk.
The article comes with some fascinating pictures, one of which is of a large cross - I'd say about 10 feet tall, at the top of which is painted or carved (it's hard to tell which, it may be both) swastika, with the person's name, "Joseph Greiner" painted (or carved) on the cross arm, and below it, on the vertical shaft of the monument, it states "starb hier am 2.1.36" that is, died on the 2nd of January, 1936, "in the service of German research work" and then lists the "German Amazon Jary Expedition, 1935-1937 as presumably the expedition on which he was conducting "research."
The article's author does not say much about what this "research" actually was. What he does say, however, is intriguing for its brevity. Noting that the purpose of the expedition was ostensibly to explore remote areas of the Amazonian jungle for eventual German colonization, "The author (Alan Hall) found evidence, however, that Himmler had 'scant interest' in (the expedition leader's) grandiose settlement plans. A Nazi film was made of his travels - but no mention made of the Guayana Project: it remained classified by SS Intelligence." (Note: the "Guayana Project" was the expedition leader's scheme to explore the Jary tributary of the Amazon near French and British Guayana for the purposes of colonization.) The article continues: "'Given time, the plan may be submitted again,' Himmler wrote to his jungle emissary. But his experiences were put to use by the Nazi war machine: he became Nazi Germany's leading expert in aerial photoreconnaissance interpretation."
Aerial photoreconniassance interpretation? Say that again please?
Clearly this was not an ordinary archaeological expedition. Granted, such capabilities might be used for such an expedition, to scout out likely encampment areas, determine the best routes, and so on, so the possibility must be entertained that the expedition was nothing more than what Hall indicates in his article: a looney Nazi scheme to scout out areas for colonization by "the master race." But Himmler's involvement might also portend something more, as might this aerial photoreconnaissance capability and the leader's expertise in interpreting it.
Indeed, the latter capability, plus the article's comment that the expedition leader's expertise in aerial photoreconnaissance interpretation was subsequently used by the Third Reich, suggests that this capability was added to the expedition, not because it was looking for areas to colonize, but rather because it was looking for something, or perhaps even some place. And the very direct involvement of Reichsfuehrer Himmler himself underscores this possibility, for as is now well known, Himmler sponsored a number of such pre-war expeditions by the SS precisely to look for things of ancient and esoteric significance. It is well known, for example, that the Schaeffer expedition to Tibet in late 1938 and early 1939 returned to Germany with the only complete copy of the epic Kang Schuur in Western hands. (And an even greater mystery is what happened to that copy at the end of the war! My guess? It remained in Nazi hands after the war, probably in Argentina or some Latin American outpost.)
The clue that the expedition may have been looking for something rather than for areas to colonize comes from the inter-war expedition plans of certain German archaeologists, who - recalling the story of Colonel Percy Fawcett's expedition to find a lost city (and the "crystals of power" that it allegedly, according to local native Indian traditions, possessed) - planned an expedition in the 1920s to find the lost colonel (or at least his remains), and hopefully the city itself. The expedition planned on utilizing the enormous air ship, the Graf Zeppelin to scout and photograph the territory by air. The plans fell through, however, with the advent of the depression. But these plans, and the real purpose of that expedition, would certainly have been known to Himmler and his Brazilian team.
So what might this expedition have been looking for, beyond Colonel Fawcett's remains, or his lost city and "power crystals"? One answer is provided - although very vaguely and cryptically - by Steven Spielberg and George Lucas in their latest installment of the Indiana Jones series of films: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skulls. In the movie, Indie and a companion, who later turns out to be the son he never knew he had, journey to South America in search of the lost city of the crystal skulls, a city called "Akator". For those who thought the Nazis were long gone as a theme in the Indiana Jones movies, hang on, for there was published in Germany in the late 1970s and 80s, a book that was subsequently translated into English, called The Chronicle of Akakor. The book purports to be the recounting to a westerner by a native Indian in Brazil about a lost colony deep in the Amazon jungle, where the natives and their Caucasian visitors all spoke German. According to the book, the tribesman said that these Germans arrived before and during the war as a part of a large-scale commando operation preparatory to a German invasion of Brazil. These details sound suspiciously similar to the recent discovery of these German graves deep in the Amazonian jungle as recounted by Hall.
But there's much more. According to the Chronicle of Akakor these Germans learned of the native traditions of lost cities, crystals of power, and a very ancient cosmic war, and decided to befriend the Indians in an effort to learn its location. And the name of this lost city - which the book strongly suggests the Germans actually found and decided to colonize - was, of course, Akakor.
There are other possibilities as well for the SS' interest in Brazil and the Amazonian jungle and headwaters. Recently one of my publishers (Adventures Unlimited Press), published a book called Taos Gold, a story about similar legends of lost treasures and records from some very ancient and unknown civilization in the highlands of Ecuador, close to the Brazilian border and the headwaters of the Amazon. The rumors of this particular lost treasure and record hall even picqued the interest of none other than former Apollo 11 astronaut Niel Armstrong, who took part in an expedition to find the lost treasure and records. The important thing here, however, is that the rumors of this treasure were old enough - having begun in the days of colonial Spain - that they could also have been known to the Nazis. And given Himmler's SS Ahnenerbe's research interest in such things, it may indeed be possible that this particular story also came to the attention of the Nazis.
While these speculations are certainly not grounded in any actual evidence that these things or things like them formed the real purpose of that Nazi Brazilian expedition, what is known about it thus far certainly would not preclude such a possible and covert purpose. The parallels between the Chronicles of Akakor, released years before the actual discovery of these Nazi graves, are quite compelling and intriguing in their own right. Coupled with what I detail in my forthcoming book The Nazi International concerning Nazi activities in Argentina, my money is on the possibility that the 1937 German Amazonian expedition was looking for more than just places to colonize...
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I was enthralled by the fantastic possibilities of this story after reading Joseph’s post. And then when I read the except from “The Chronicle of Akakor” by Karl Brugger that was below it, I became even more intrigued. I decided I wanted a copy of that story in actual book form rather than in the PDF format, but it seems that none of the major book sellers or Amazon has it for sale, except for some VERY expensive used copies. So I expanded my search on the Internet and came across this interesting article on the story, that provided a lot more information on the entire affair.
The legend of Akakor:
I believe anyone interested should read the article for themselves and then draw their own conclusions. But long story short, is that the author of the article, Philip Coppens, makes a strong argument that the book, “The Chronicle of Akakor”, was a lie, concocted by a man named Günther Hauck, a German ex-patriot. Hauck apparently left Germany in 1967 to avoid being imprisoned for unpaid alimony to his ex-wife. Which explained his ability to speak perfect German, but broken Portuguese.
But that said, I am not saying this is an open and shut case of fraud. Far from it actually. The only reason I am posting this, is to try and clear up some misinformation that is out there, so we can actually get to the truth. And also the fact that I; and I am sure many others, were about to post on the Internet or inform friends or relatives about this story; because its so interesting. But before I did, I wanted to verify some of the facts, so some other closed-minded person wouldn’t find contrary evidence and use it to make me look like a fool. Or worse, call me a liar or a crazy, and impeach my creditability on anything I have or ever will say again on a topic like this.
But despite Coppens’ article, the core mystery of this story still remains. Sites like Macchu Picchu are being re-dated with new finds and astroarchaeology to the same time frame; or even further back than those mentioned in Brugger’s book. But mainstream archaeologist are not yet willing to accept such a radical change to their paradigm. But even so they are still taking baby steps in that direction by saying Caral, the 5000 year old site of the Caral-Supe civilization in central Peru is now believed to be the oldest city in the America’s.
Not too mention there have been found extensive ancient tunnel systems in South America. Or the fact that entire mountain tops surrounded by the Nasca Lines in Peru seemed to have been completely chopped off and turned into large flat mesas, that likely could only be done by advanced machining. Or that these stories of ancient lost cities have been told to western conquers/explorers/settlers from many different indigenous peoples since westerners first came in contact with them hundreds of years ago now.
And like most legends, there is usually some basis in fact for them. And we shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss ancient or native peoples’ histories and call them myths; just because we are more technologically advanced. They likely, faithfully recorded actual events they observed, but placed them in a context they could understand. They probably didn’t know that what they were seeing wasn’t magic, but just highly advanced technology… Or maybe they did understand it was a technology, and that it was just simply too advanced for them to comprehend. And over the course of thousands of years language subtly changed… Like bad in slang can mean good or cool doesn’t always really mean cold… Maybe back then the word magic meant precisely; a high technology we don’t yet understand. And maybe now its us who have gotten it confused, because we interpret Magic to mean something mystical in the supernatural sense.
But its my guess that Hauck, probably collected a lot of these stories since emigrating to Brazil in 1967. And we can speculate endlessly on how much of them may be true or how much is the product of his own creation… And we can even speculate on why he even told it to Karl Brugger; or if Brugger knew the story to be hoax at the time?
But the story takes a few more strange twists, when you learn that Karl Brugger was murdered Jan 1, 1984 while leaving a restaurant in Rio de Janeiro, for an unknown reason… Was Brugger killed in a simple robbery gone bad, or did someone kill him to shut him up?… And why did Günther Hauck later have himself declared mentally unstable in 2003?… Was it for protection; so anyone who wanted to draw attention away from the story could simply say; Hauck’s story was legitimately the words of a crazy man. And then there wouldn’t be a need then to do away with him?… Or why did Hauck make up the alias “Tatunca Nara”, when he gave the story to Brugger? Maybe it was for protection, so hopefully the story would never be traced back to him in the first place, by people who might want to keep it a secret?… Like I said; this is just more wild speculation on my part in the absence of anymore real evidence. But they are still within the realm of reasonable possiblities I think. But I admit… Its just fun think about as well.
So I am probably going to end up buying the PDF copy of Brugger’s book, since its unlikely I will be able to find a new hard copy version of it. And my guess is; it has at least some basis in fact. Probably based on the long history of such stories told by the indigenous people of South America, that inspired such people as Percy ??? and Henrich Himmler to mount entire expeditions, because they believed on the basis of the evidence they had, the stories were true… But the worst case scenario is I simply read a pulp fiction novel of a story that is right up my alley; one I am sure I will thoroughly enjoy.
“It is well known, for example, that the Schaeffer expedition to Tibet in late 1938 and early 1939 returned to Germany with the only complete copy of the epic Kang Schuur in Western hands. (And an even greater mystery is what happened to that copy at the end of the war! My guess? It remained in Nazi hands after the war, probably in Argentina or some Latin American outpost.)”
This might be of interest.
More interesting details are abounding.. The British Newspaper TELEGRAPH published the follwing article today:
Nazi angel of death Josef Mengele ‘created twin town in Brazil’
The Nazi doctor Josef Mengele is responsible for the astonishing number of twins in a small Brazilian town, an Argentine historian has claimed.
The steely hearted “Angel of Death”, whose mission was to create a master race fit for the Third Reich, was the resident medic at Auschwitz from May 1943 until his flight in the face of the Red Army advance in January 1945.
His task was to carry out experiments to discover by what method of genetic quirk twins were produced – and then to artificially increase the Aryan birthrate for his master, Adolf Hitler.
Now, a historian claims, Mengele’s notorious experiments may have borne fruit.
For years scientists have failed to discover why as many as one in five pregnancies in a small Brazilian town have resulted in twins – most of them blond haired and blue eyed.
But residents of Candido Godoi now claim that Mengele made repeated visits there in the early 1960s, posing at first as a vet but then offering medical treatment to the women of the town.
Shuttling between Argentina, Paraguay and Brazil, he managed to evade justice before his death in 1979, but his dreams of a Nazi master race appeared unfulfilled.
In a new book, Mengele: the Angel of Death in South America, the Argentine historian Jorge Camarasa, a specialist in the post-war Nazi flight to South America, has painstakingly pieced together the Nazi doctor’s mysterious later years.
After speaking to the townspeople of Candido Godoi, he is convinced that Mengele continued his genetic experiments with twins – with startling results.
He reveals how, after working with cattle farmers in Argentina to increase their stock, Mengele fled the country after fellow Nazi, Adolf Eichmann, was kidnapped by Israeli agents.
He claims that Mengele found refuge in the German enclave of Colonias Unidas, Paraguay, and from there, in 1963, began to make regular trips to another predominantly German community just over the border in Brazil – the farming community of Candido Godoi.
And, Mr Camaras claims, it was here that soon after the birthrate of twins began to spiral.
“I think Candido Godoi may have been Mengele’s laboratory, where he finally managed to fulfil his dreams of creating a master race of blond haired, blue eyed Aryans,” he said.
“There is testimony that he attended women, followed their pregnancies, treated them with new types of drugs and preparations, that he talked of artificial insemination in human beings, and that he continued working with animals, proclaiming that he was capable of getting cows to produce male twins.”
The urbane German who arrived in Candido Godoi was remembered with fondness by many of the townspeople.
“He told us he was a vet,” said Aloisi Finkler, a local farmer interviewed by Mr Camarasa. “He asked about illnesses we had among our animals, and told us not to worry, he could cure them. He appeared a cultured and dignified man.”
Another farmer, Leonardo Boufler, said: “He went from farm to farm checking the animals. He checked them for TB, and injected those that were infected. He said he could carry out artificial insemination of cows and humans, which we thought impossible as in those days it was unheard of.”
But the Nazi eugenicist did not concentrate on animals alone.
A former mayor and town doctor, Anencia Flores da Silva, set out to try to solve the town’s mystery. He interviewed hundreds of people, and discovered one character who crept on cropping up: an itinerant medic calling himself Rudolph Weiss.
Dr da Silva said: “In the testimonies we collected we came across women who were treated by him, he appeared to be some sort of rural medic who went from house to house. He attended women who had varicose veins and gave them a potion which he carried in a bottle, or tablets which he brought with him. Sometimes he carried out dental work, and everyone remembers he used to take blood.”
The people of Candido Godoi now largely accept that a Nazi war criminal was an inadvertent guest of theirs for several years in the early 1960s. The town’s official crest shows two identical profiles and a road sign welcomes visitors to a “Farming Community and Land of the Twins”. There is also a museum, the House of the Twins.
While the twins birthrate varies widely in different countries, it is typically about one in 80 pregnancies – a statistic that has left Mr Camarasa certain in his claim that Mengele was successfully pursuing his dreams of creating a master race, a real-life Boys from Brazil.
“Nobody knows for sure exactly what date Mengele arrived in Candido Godoi, but the first twins were born in 1963, the year in which we first hear reports of his presence,” he said.
Brilliant website, by the way!
All the best,
THanks for the citation….the Akakor work is hard to come by!
1130 Hours- Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and starboard wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened. I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type!
1135 Hours- Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: ‘Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.’ I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.
1140 Hours- Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!
1145 Hours- I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply.
Chapter 4 THE WISDOM OF THE UGHA MONGULALA
an excerpt from the The Chronicle of Akakor by Karl Brugger
World War I was the result of imperialist power politics and the intensification of nationalist tension. It ended with the absolute defeat of Imperial Germany. The aftermath, however, only renewed political differences and prepared Europe for World War II. In the meantime, the United States had become a world power. The last remnants of the native population were relegated to Indian reservations. Large social and political differences developed in the Latin American countries. Peru, the home of the Incas, was now governed by 300 families. Eighty percent of the Brazilian population were absolutely dependent on the owners of large estates. In Amazonia, the advance of the white civilization was temporarily suspended at the end of the rubber boom. The Indians of the virgin forests retreated into the forest regions and saved themselves from complete extinction. In 1926, Marshal Rondon established the Indian Protection Service of the Brazilian State, but corruption and crime turned it into a tool of the white upper class.
The New Order of the Empire
Once, my people’s voice was a powerful voice. Now it is weak and cannot move the hearts of the White Barbarians. For they are cold even toward their brothers. They have houses large enough for all families of a village, and yet they turn the wanderer away. They hold a large bundle of bananas in their hands, and yet will not give a single fruit to the hungry. But this is the way the White Barbarians act all the time. That is why we have fled into the inaccessible mountain region, although our warriors pressed for war, as it is written in the chronicle:
“We no longer have a mighty army.” Thus the warlords spoke before the high council. “Nor do we have any allies or fortresses to protect the empire. Our warriors retreat before the superior forces of the enemy. They are driven over the mountains and through the valleys. But we can still unite; we can still attack with our bows and our arrows. We can attack their villages where they have built houses and where their ships are anchored.” Thus the warlords spoke before the high council, and the listeners were moved by their courage.
The planned attack on the settlements of the White Barbarians on the Great River did not occur. The high council decided against another war, one which would have been a hopeless struggle. The Ugha Mongulala warriors were helpless against the enemy’s weapons. Therefore the high council concentrated on reordering the remaining territory. To protect it from surprise attacks, the council ordered the establishment of watch posts at the four corners of the empire, at the Great Cataract on the border between Brazil and Bolivia, in the headwater region of the Great River, on the mountains around Machu Picchu, and the northern slopes of Mount Akai. Every stranger who dared to advance beyond these points was mercilessly killed by the Ugha Mongulala warriors. At the same time, the high council renewed the friendship with the still-loyal Allied Tribes. The only ones left who could be trusted at that time were the Tribe of the Black Hearts, the Tribe of the Great Voice at the Great Cataract, the Tribe of the Demons-Terror on the upper reaches of the Red River, and a few smaller tribes in the eastern forests. Only they had preserved the bequest of the Former Masters.
Their chieftains were initiates. They knew everything about the Chosen People. But they did not break their vow of silence. Their hearts were filled with veneration. They bowed their heads when they remembered the Gods.
The high council also reestablished the inner security of the empire. With their voluntary retreat, the Ugha Mongulala had lost more than three quarters of their country. They were compelled to adjust life in the community to the changed conditions. Women mainly took over work in the fields and were given responsibility to administer and supervise the stores. The men’s task was the construction of fortifications and the guarding of the borders. They went hunting and maintained communications with the last Allied Tribes.
And so the years passed without anything decisive happening. The White Barbarians continued to expand their new empires. The Ugha Mongulala lived in retreat according to the bequest of the Gods. All that remained of the old style of life was the fact that warriors still stood on watch at the rivers, as it is written in the chronicle:
So they went forth, the warriors of the Chosen Tribes, armed with bows and arrows. They went as far as the High Mountains and down to the Great River. They passed through flocks of animals and birds, with their knives at the ready and with sharp bamboo lances. And they also went over the Great Cataract where they were to keep watch. They stood at the four paths, at the Blue and at the Black, at the Red and at the Yellow Way. There they stood and stabbed to death the White Barbarians who dared to advance toward Akakor.
The Higher Knowledge of the Priests
The Gods kept us waiting. Although the priests had calculated their return to be close at hand, their golden ships did not appear. My people were alone in their fight against the White Barbarians, who slowly and inexorably were integrating the Great Forest into their empire. But the Ugha Mongulala were not defeated yet. Men still lived according to the laws of Lhasa, protected by the knowledge and the wisdom of our 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.
The most important testimony of the alliance between the German soldiers and the Ugha Mongulala is the agreement between the two nations. It is written in the script of the Ancient Fathers and of the White Barbarians and was signed by the prince and by the leaders of the German soldiers.
Apart from the documents of the past, the underground dwellings also house things of everyday life, such as clay pots, jewelry, and musical instruments. There are many types of flutes made from the jaguar’s bones or from fired clay. Wooden rattles and drums are made out of hollow tree trunks and covered with tapir skins. The drumsticks have rubber-covered tips. During the mourning ceremonies in the Great Temple of the Sun, we use large shell horns which give a dark sorrowful sound. Their music accompanies the essential I on the road into the second life.
The greatest treasure of my people, the Chronicle of Akakor, is in a passage lined with gold which connects the Great Temple of the Sun with the underground dwellings. The first part, dealing with the time from the departure of the Gods to the end of the age of blood, is written on animal skins. Since Lhasa, the priests have been using parchment. The entry to the room where the chronicle is kept is guarded by selected warriors who are responsible for the testimony of my people’s history. By keeping the chronicle, we can account to the Gods when they return.
A Leader of the White Barbarians in Akakor
My people knew how to preserve the secret of Akakor. During the 12,000 years of history of the Chosen Tribes, very few strangers came into our capital. During the reign of the Exalted Son of the Gods, Lhasa, Samon’s ambassadors visited our empire. Three thousand years later, the Incas discussed war and peace with us. In the twelfth millennium, the Goths came to the eastern shores of the empire. They made contact with our warriors and united with our people. And then came the White Barbarians. To prevent the discovery of Akakor, the Ugha Mongulala gave up the major part of their formerly powerful empire. The few enemies who reached the city of the Gods were exiled to the gold and silver mines forever. A group of white rubber seekers were the only people killed by order of the high council. They had advanced as far as Akakor in the year 12,408 (1927). Their leader called himself Jacob, a man who paid homage to the sign of the cross. As our priests desired to know which God was hidden behind this sign, they summoned an assembly of the whole people. A disputation was held in the eyes of the Chosen Servants, as it is written in the chronicle, in good words, in clear script:
And Jacob stepped in front of the high council. He raised his voice to begin his defense. But a strange feeling overcame him. He saw people in front of him whom he had ordered to be killed, men like himself with white skins and honest faces. And Jacob began to perspire. Blood rose to his head. His mouth was dry. And the powerful weapon slipped from his hands. And in his crazed desperation he prayed to his god. Jacob began to speak about the laws of his people. “It is better to kill the savages than to let them live, for they are like animals in the forest. These are my orders. This is the way I must act.” Now Magus spoke, the high priest of the Chosen Tribes: “You have spoken about my people like a man who thinks he is a god and can decide on life and death. But do you also know that real life extends beyond death? I, you, all of us, have had an existence before this life. And we will also live after death. Transitory feelings are alien to us. Happiness and sorrow, heat and cold, mean nothing to us. We are free from these passing feelings, really free. And only he who has recognized this truth, the real meaning of life and death, can enter into the second life. For the essential I that dwells in our body is subject neither to time nor space. No one can destroy it, for it is indestructible and knows neither birth nor death. No weapon can hurt it, no fire can burn it, no water can drown it, no heat can sear it. But for you everything ends with death.” “Tell me, priest,” said Jacob then, “which is the way of your people? How do you fulfill the laws of your Gods?” And Magus replied: “Two roads lead to this goal: deed and knowledge. You can gain knowledge by right deeds. Without wisdom the goal cannot be reached. The greatest task of my people is the service to the community. Its worst enemies are greed and wrath.” Now Jacob became angry. His words were angry. He threatened with cold heart: “Even if you kill me, you will not live. For my people are like the ant. They are indefatigable in their creativity. They recognize no resistance.” And murmuring broke out among those present. Bitterness filled the hearts of the people. And the high priest rose up. He spoke the last complete truth: “A person who is tied to nothing, who does not see himself as the tool of the Gods, is not human; he is infamous. He is lost, like the wounded animal in the forest. You White Barbarians have no faith. You deny the will of the Gods. You do not respect even your own god. You do not observe even your own laws. Therefore you shall die, and all your friends with you.”
This entry concludes the disputation between Jacob and the high priest Magus. The white rubber seekers were killed. Akakor doubled the watch posts on the rivers.
The Ugha Mongulala waited for the return of the Gods. This period, when the German soldiers arrived, explained in the fourth part of the chronicle, subjected my people to their most difficult trials. The last Allied Tribes renounced their alliance. The Chosen Servants had to flee into the underground dwellings. The only thing left to them was the bequest of the Gods. The White Barbarians could not take that away from us, for it is reflected in every tree, every flower, every stalk of grass, the sea, the sky, the clouds. The Gods extend their hands to all men and do not believe that one should be unequal to the next man or that one should say, “I stand in the sun, you belong in the shadow.” By their bequest, all should be in the sun, although we now are compelled to hide in the shadow of the mountains.
Everything is repetition. Nothing passes that cannot be started again. Everything has already happened before: victory and defeat, power and weakness. Since time immemorial, nature has repeated itself. Only the bequest of the Gods remains forever, for all times.
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