Chapter 4 THE WISDOM OF THE UGHA
MONGULALA
an excerpt from the The
Chronicle of Akakor by Karl Brugger
1921—1932
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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