Shortlyafter the disasters of 305 BC, the various recovering peoples of
Fryas land wanted to elect a new Earth Mother and chose Gosa Makonta, the Burgtmaid
of Fryasburgt. Her citadel at Texland was the only one not destroyed and it was
the traditional seat of the Mother. Prosperity was slowly returning and the great
fleet had made several voyages when the new problem of that time came into her
consideration. The black rowers and their Frisian wives and children after ten
struggling years were being taken exception to by the seamen. Gosa counseled tolerance
and acceptance. The time for a racially distinct nation had long passed as we
shall soon see how black haired and mixed blood kings eventually took over in
the beginning of the coming Patriarchal Age as hereditary autocrats.
Let us not forget that the story is from the point of view of Western Europe,
as the Matriarchal Age had long ago been driven out of the rest of Europe and
never did exist in the other regions of Africa and Asia with which these people
made contact. That there were matriarchal societies, and even still are, in some
parts of the world, is not denied. We contend that matriarchal tyranny of the
type typified by the heroic Greek state of Eleusis in “The King Must Die” was
not typical of Europe in the period a thousand years before Gosa but limited to
some Mediterranean states. It was actually, a corruption of the original concept
of the mothers of a citadel in which kings believed they would obtain immortality
at death and become an oracular hero or even a god. Kings have been killed at
the end of their term even into the twentieth century in central Asia, but this
is not related to a matriarchal system. That excellent novel by Mary Renault does
give a very good description of the late Minoan period as shown by excavations
at Knossos.
The early life of Theseus is recognizable as an archetypal journey and is a
valuable story, but this example cannot be extrapolated to represent an entire
continent. Some anthropological theorists have postulated that the matriarchal
consciousness derived from early mans awe over the feminine power of procreation.
To assume that even primitive man, who bred livestock, did not know where children
came from, and that priestess-queens could use this as a power base over men is
absurd. Many citadels fell into the hands of the priests, who appointed the mothers
so that they could control them, and these inevitably degenerated into a queenly
power structure based on fear and mysticism, a trick learned from the priests.
The devise kept the power with the priestesses and prevented the kings from succeeding.
For 282 years we had not had an Earth Mother, and now, when everything seemed
lost, they set about choosing one. The lot fell upon Gosa, surnamed Makonta. She
was Burgtmaid at Fryasburgt, in Texland. She had a clear head and strong sense,
and was very good; and as her citadel was the only one that had been spared, every
one saw in that her call.
Ten years after that the seafarers came from Forana and Lydasburgt. They
wished to drive the black men, with their wives and children, out of the country.
They wished to obtain the opinion of the Mother upon the subject. She asked them:
“Can you send them all back to their country? If so, then lose no time, or they
will find no relatives alive.”
“No”, they said.
Gosa replied: “They have eaten your bread and salt; they have placed themselves
entirely under your protection. You must consult your own hearts. But I will give
you one piece of advice. Keep them till you are able to send them back, but keep
them outside your citadels. Watch over their morals, and educate them as if they
were Fryas sons. Their women are the strongest here. Their blood will disappear
like smoke, till at last nothing but Fryas blood will remain in their descendants.”
So they remained here. Now, I should wish that my descendants should observe
in how far Gosa spoke the truth. When our country began to recover, there came
troops of poor Saxon men and women to the neighborhoods of Stavern and Alderga,
to search for gold and other treasures in the swampy lands. But the sea-people
would not permit it, so they went and settled in the empty village of the West
Flyland in order to preserve their lives.
Next we have the final inclusion about the last Earth Mother from Gosa herself.
She did not name a successor not knowing a burgtmaid that was good enough or one
who could be trusted. She acknowledges that they are in a “good time” but predicts
the coming of more “bad times” with the deceit of the priests. All freedom will
be lost but eventually the free spirit within man will prevail and it will include
the efforts of Findas people as well to bring universal law, freedom and justice
to the whole earth. There will then be no more oppression. We are still waiting.
This Gosa has left behind her:
“Hail to all men! I have named no Earth Mother, because I know none, and
because it is better for you to have no Mother than to have one you cannot trust.
One bad time is passed by, but there is still another coming. Irtha has not given
it birth, and Wr-Alda has not decreed it. It comes from the East, out of the bosom
of the priests. It will spread darkness over the minds of men like storm-clouds
over the sunlight. Everywhere craft and deception shall contend with freedom and
justice. Freedom and justice shall be overcome, and we with them.
“But this success will work out its own loss. Our descendants shall teach
their people and their slaves the meaning of three words; they are universal law,
freedom, and justice. At first they shall shine, then struggle with darkness,
until every mans head and heart has become bright and clear. Then shall oppression
be driven from the earth, like the thunderclouds by the storm-wind, and all deceit
will cease to have any more power.”
Gosa.
Frethorik next relates the coming of a large fleet of Frisian-like seamen with
their families into the area just two years after the election of Gosa. This would
be 303 BC at the earliest, and for the first time these records can be compared
to other written records of the stories, not counting Homer, that is, who still
remains in the vale of mythology according to many of our standard references.
These mercenariesfor in order to survive that is what they had becomehad fought
for and against Alexander the Great and his generals, figures from generally recorded
history.
Their king was Friso, who had come from the Rhine area more than twenty years
previously. Their old sea-king was Wichhirt, a leader of the descendants of the
Geertmen, the seamen who fled Greece and the Phoenicians, more than a thousand
years earlier and previously related in the writings of Minno.
They were descendants of Jon of the Ionians and of the people of Minerva who
was originally the Burgtmaid of Walhallagara. They wanted to return to their imagined
roots, to leave forever the battles of the Mediterranean generals and kings who
were ceaselessly vying for personal power.
Now I Will Relate How the Geertmen and Many Followers of Hellenia Came Back:
Two years after Gosa had become the Mother there arrived a fleet at Flymeer.
The people shouted “Ho-n-seen” (What a blessing). They sailed to Stavern, where
they shouted again. Their flags were hoisted, and at night they shot lighted arrows
into the air. At daylight some of them rowed into the harbor in a boat, shouting
again, “Ho-n-seen.”
When they landed a young fellow jumped upon the rampart. In his hand he
held a shield on which bread and salt were laid. After him came a gray-haired
man, who said “We come from the distant Greek land to preserve our customs. Now
we wish you to be kind enough to give us as much land as will enable us to live.”
He told a long story, which I will hereafter relate more fully. The old
man did not know what to do. They sent messengers all round, also to me. I went,
and said that now that we have a Mother it behooves us to ask her advice. I went
with them myself. The Mother who already knew it all, said, “Let them come, they
will help us to keep our lands, but do not let them remain in one place, that
they may not become too powerful over us.”
We did as she said, which was quite to their liking. Friso remained with
his people at Stavern, which they made again into a port as well as they could.
Wichhirt went with his people eastwards to the Emude. Some of the descendants
of Jon who imagined that they sprang from the Alderga people went there. A small
number, who fancied that their forefathers had come from the seven islands, went
there and set themselves down within the enclosure of the citadel of Walhallagara.
Liudgert, the admiral of Wichhirt, was my comrade, and afterwards my friend. Out
of his diary I have taken the following history.
King Alexander III of Macedonia died in 323 BC. He crossed the Indus river
in the spring of 326 BC. We are told in the writings of Minno, how the Geertmen
settled in India in 1550 BC, (-326 – 1224 = -1550) the date of an earthquake that
closed access to the Red Sea from the Mediterranean. Whether that was the major
quake of Cretan and Greek legend is not known, but it does date the time of Pallas
Athena or Minerva to the first half of the sixteenth century before the Common
Era.
The Geertmen had settled at the mouth of the Indus River in modern Pakistan,
where five rivers entered the ocean, the Punjab region. Alexander came down the
river with his formidable army only to find these people, who still called themselves
Frisians and spoke a compatible language, taking refuge out on their large fleet.
This infuriated Alexander because he wanted ships to sail around the south of
India and up the Ganges. Armies that could raise thousands of elephants had too
heavily defended the overland way, but with an expeditionary naval force he hoped
to achieve his “holy pilgrimage.” What Alexander wanted to do he did or got very
angry if thwarted.
Wichhirt, the leader of the Geertmen, being ill had stayed ashore and now Alexander
persuaded him to release his Frisians so that he could hire them for their seagoing
skills. Alexander had brought Phoenicians and Joniers to India under the command
of Nearchus, his admiral, and another historically recorded figure. With these
forces the expedition sailed south. It is not known whether it went any further
than Ceylon as it returned with reports of sickness, but actually we are told
that there was so much dissent among the different groups that no order could
be maintained.
Alexander did not go himself; perhaps he had hoped to attack overland from
the rear. Meanwhile he had ordered his own soldiers to cut planks for the construction
of another large fleet of fighting ships that the shipwrights of the Geertmen
helped him build. He would be a sea-king himself and sail up the Ganges, and,
to that end he ordered his own Macedonian soldiers to prepare for sea duty. This
so frightened the land-accustomed soldiers that they burnt down the shipyards
and in the flames the villages were also consumed. Furious at this mutinous act,
Alexander would have executed all his own countrymen but was dissuaded by Nearchus.
He then decided to bring his ships and all the men he could hire from the Geertmen
back home.
In October 325 BC Nearchus left the Punjab with the Frisians, their wives and
children too. Their homes had been destroyed, and they thought they were going
no further than the mouth of the Euphrates in Mesopotamia, a place with which
their ships had often traded.
History tells us that Alexander founded another town at the head of the Persian
Gulf also named after himself. Before reaching there, he had met the fleet at
the mouth of the Mana River where they were filling their water skins and they
had named this place “New Geertmania.” No significant town is shown there today
and since the Frisians also claimed that this land was only three and a half thousand
years old, as it had been uplifted at the time they settled in the Punjab, it
should be possible to make geological tests that could confirm this.
When they reached the Euphrates, Alexander offered them much gold to take the
entire fleet up the Red Sea to where a canal had once been. There the famous story
of how elephants and camels dragged each boat over to the Mediterranean in three
months is confirmed in this account. Nearchus wanted to settle them in Phoenicia
but the Frisians did not like what these peoples had become and sought to try
to reach their ancient motherland, the Rhine.
All this was taken from the diary of Liudgert, the admiral of Wichhirt.
After we had been settled 12 times 100 and twice 12 years in the Five Waters,
while our naval warriors were navigating all the seas they could find, came Alexander
the King, with a powerful army descending the river towards our villages. No one
could withstand him; but we sea-people, who lived by the sea, put all our possessions
on board ships and took our departure.
When Alexander heard that such a large fleet had escaped him, he became
furious, and swore that he would burn all the villages if we did not come back.
Wichhirt was ill in bed. When Alexander heard that, he waited till he was better.
After that he came to him, speaking very kindly – but he deceived, as he had done
before.
Wichhirt answered: “Oh greatest of kings, we sailors go everywhere; we have
heard of your great deeds, therefore we are full of respect for your arms, and
still more for your wisdom; but we who are freeborn Fryas children, we may not
become your slaves; and even if I would, the others would sooner die, for so it
is commanded in our laws.”
Alexander said, “I do not desire to take your land or make slaves of your
people, I only wish to hire your services. That I will swear by both our Gods,
so that no one may be dissatisfied.”
When Alexander shared bread and salt with him, Wichhirt had chosen the wisest
part. He let his son fetch the ships. When they were all come back Alexander hired
them all. By means of them he wished to transport his people to the holy Ganges,
which he had not been able to reach.
Then he chose among all his people and soldiers those who were accustomed
to the sea. Wichhirt had fallen sick again, therefore I went alone with Nearchus,
sent by the king. The voyage came to an end without any advantage, because the
Joniers and the Phoenicians were always quarreling, so that Nearchus himself could
not keep them in order.
In the meantime, the king had not sat still. He had let his soldiers cut
down trees and make planks, with which, with the help of our carpenters, he had
built ships. Now he would himself become a sea-king, and sail with his whole army
up the Ganges; but the soldiers who came from the mountainous countries were afraid
of the sea. When they heard that they must sail, they set fire to the timber yards,
and so our whole village was laid in ashes.
At first we thought that this had been done by Alexanders orders, and we
were all ready to cast ourselves into the sea; but Alexander was furious, and
wished his own people to kill the soldiers. However, Nearchus, who was not only
his chief officer, but also his friend, advised him not to do so. So he pretended
to believe that it had happened by accident, and said no more about it.
He wished now to return, but before going he made an inquiry as to who really
were the guilty ones. As soon as he ascertained it, he had them all disarmed,
and made them build a new village. His own people he kept under arms to overawe
the others and to build a citadel.
We were to take the women and children with us. When we arrived at the mouth
of the Euphrates, we might either choose a place to settle there or come back.
Our pay would be guaranteed to us the same in either case. Upon the new ships
which had been saved from the fire he embarked the Joniers and the Greeks. He
himself went with the rest of his people along the coast, through the barren wilderness;
that is, through the land that Irtha had heaved up out of the sea when she had
raised up the strait as soon as our forefathers had passed into the Red Sea.
When we arrived at New Geertmania (New Geertmania is the port that we had
made in order to take in water), we met Alexander with his army. Nearchus went
ashore, and stayed three days. Then we proceeded further on. When we came to the
Euphrates, Nearchus went ashore with the soldiers and a large body of people;
but he soon returned, and said, “The King requests you, for his sake, to go a
voyage up the Red Sea; after that each shall receive as much gold as he can carry.”
When we arrived there, he showed us where the strait had formerly been.
There he spent thirty-one days, always looking steadily towards the desert. At
last there arrived a great troop of people, bringing with them 200 elephants,
1,000 camels, a quantity of timber, ropes, and all kinds of implements necessary
to drag our fleet to the Mediterranean Sea. This astounded us, and seemed most
extraordinary; but Nearchus told us that his king wished to show to the other
kings that he was more powerful than any kings of Tyre had ever been. We were
only to assist, and that surely could do us no harm. We were obliged to yield,
and Nearchus knew so well how to regulate everything, that before three months
had elapsed our ships lay in the Mediterranean Sea. When Alexander ascertained
how his project had succeeded, he became so audacious that he wished to dig out
the dried-up strait in defiance of Irtha; but Wr-Alda deserted his soul, so that
he destroyed himself by wine and rashness before he could begin it.
After his death his kingdom was divided among his princes. They were each
to have preserved a share for his sons, but that was not their intention. Each
wished to keep his own share, and to get more. Then war arose, and we could not
return. Nearchus wished us to settle on the coast of Phoenicia, but that no one
would do. We said we would rather risk the attempt to return to Friesland.
Liudgert continues the story as recorded by Frethorik about 290 BC. In the
next twenty years, the fleet operated in the Mediterranean and had acquired the
services of Friso, an experienced Frisian who had brought his wife to the Inland
Sea and were blessed with two very beautiful children, a boy and a girl. Friso
becomes the sea-king of this new Mediterranean fleet, with the Geertmen working
as mercenaries but in particularly, as freighters and engineers, first for Alexanders
general Antigonus who had taken over Alexanders homeland of Macedon including
Greece, and then for Demetrius, the son of Antigonus. They were at the battle
of Salamis; they fought Ptolemy, the other general, who had taken over Egypt and
helped in the capture of Rhodes, all recorded events of accepted history.
Demetrius heard about the beauty of Frisos children and arranged to have them
brought to his quarters where he violated them. This act was so unthinkable to
the Frisians that Friso, using his wife as a messenger, secretly ordered his children
to take their own lives for the honor of their souls, which they did. The atrocity
so affected the fleet that the Frisians and the Geertmen decided to return home
to Friesland, in the hope of finding a life there free from princes and tyrants.
The sailors corrupted the name of Demetrius to mean “mindless”, giving us our
word “demented”.
The return was not accomplished easily as Demetrius and the Greek ships with
the help of the Phoenician fleet followed in determined pursuit. Although the
Frisian ships were heavily loaded with their families, Friso took advantage of
the wind, Greek fire (flaming tarred arrows) and the huge crossbows they had mounted
on the sterns of their ships to defeat the crowded pursuers in a sea battle which
is described in detail. Following this clash the Frisian fleet was joined by new
pursuers, some thirty ships of Joniers, who had also had enough of tyrants and
wanted to return with them to the imagined home of their ancestors.
Then he brought us to the new port of Athens, where all the true children
of Frya had formerly gone. We went, soldiers with our goods and weapons. Among
the many princes Nearchus had a friend named Antigonus. These two had only one
object in view, as they told us~~to help the royal race, and to restore freedom
to all the Greek lands.
Antigonus had, among many others, one son named Demetrius, afterwards called
“the City Winner”. He went once to the town of Salamis, and after he had been
some time fighting there, he had an engagement with the fleet of Ptolemy. Ptolemy
was the name of the prince who ruled over Egypt. Demetrius won the battle, not
by his own soldiers, but because we helped him. We had done this out of friendship
for Nearchus, because we knew that he was of bastard birth by his white skin,
blue eyes, and fair hair.
Afterwards, Demetrius attacked Rhodes, and we transported to there his soldiers
and provisions. When we made our last voyage to Rhodes, the war was finished.
Demetrius had sailed to Athens. When we came into the harbor the whole village
was in deep mourning.
Friso, who was king over the fleet, had a son and a daughter so remarkably
fair, as if they had just come out of Friesland, and more beautiful than any one
could picture to himself. The fame of this went all over Greece, and came to the
ears of Demetrius. Demetrius was vile and immoral, and thought he could do as
he pleased. He carried off the daughter. The Mother did not dare await the return
of her joy (the sailors wives call their husbands joy or zoethart. The men call
their wives comfort and fro or frolic).
As she dared not wait for her husbands return, she went with her son to
Demetrius, and implored him to send back her daughter; but when Demetrius saw
the son he had him taken to his palace and did to him as he had done to his sister.
He sent a bag of gold to the Mother, which she flung into the sea.
When she came home she was out of her mind, and ran about the streets calling
out: “Have you seen my children? Woe is me! Let me find a place to hide in, for
my husband will kill me because I have lost his children.”
When Demetrius heard that Friso had come home, he sent messengers to him
to say that he had taken his children to raise them to high rank, and to reward
him for his services. But Friso was proud and passionate, and sent a messenger
with a letter to his children, in which he recommended them to accept the will
of Demetrius, as he wished to promote their happiness; but the messenger had another
letter with poison, which he ordered them to take:
“But”, said he, “your bodies have been defiled against your will. That you
are not to blame for; but if your souls are not pure, you will never come into
Walhalla. Your spirits will haunt the earth in darkness. Like the bats and owls,
you will hide yourselves in the daytime in holes, and in the night will come and
shriek and cry about our graves, while Frya must turn her head away from you.”
The children did as their father had commanded. The messenger had their
bodies thrown into the sea, and it was reported that they had fled. Now Friso
wished to go with all his people to Fryas land, where he had been formerly, but
most of them would not go. So Friso set fire to the village and all the royal
storehouses; then no one could remain there, and all were glad to be out of it.
We left everything behind us except wives and children, but we had an ample stock
of provisions and warlike implements.
Friso was not yet satisfied. When we came to the old harbor, he went off
with his stout soldiers and threw fire into all the ships that he could reach
with his arrows. Six days later we saw the war-fleet of Demetrius coming down
upon us. Friso ordered us to keep back the small ships in a broad line, and to
put the large ships with the women and children in front.
Further, he ordered us to take the crossbows that were in the fore part
and fix them on the sterns of the ships, because, said he, “We must fight a retreating
battle. No man must presume to pursue a single enemy – that is my order.”
While we were busy about this, all at once the wind came ahead, to the great
alarm of the cowards and the women, because we had no slaves except those who
had voluntarily followed us. Therefore we could not escape the enemy by rowing.
But Wr-Alda knew well why he did this; and Friso, who understood it, immediately
had the fire-arrows placed on the crossbows. At the same time he gave the order
that no one should shoot before he did, and that we should all aim at the center
ship. If we succeeded in this, he said, the others would all go to its assistance,
and then everybody might shoot as he best was able.
When we were at a cable and a half distance from them the Phoenicians began
to shoot, but Friso did not reply till the first arrow fell six fathoms from his
ship. Then he fired, and the rest followed. It was like a shower of fire; and
as our arrows went with the wind they all remained alight and reached the third
line.
Everybody shouted and cheered, but the screams of our opponents were so
loud that our hearts shrank. When Friso thought that it was sufficient he called
us off, and we sped away; but after two days slow sailing another fleet of thirty
ships came in sight and gained upon us. Friso cleared for action again, but the
others sent forward a small rowing-boat with messengers, who asked permission
to sail with us, as they were Joniers.
They had been compelled by Demetrius to go to the old haven; there they
had heard of the battle, and girding on their stout swords, had followed us. Friso,
who had sailed a good deal with the Joniers, said “Yes,” but Wichhirt, our king,
said “No. The Joniers”, said he, “are worshipers of heathen gods; I myself have
heard them call upon them.”
“That comes from their intercourse with the real Greeks,” Friso said. “I
have often done it myself, and yet I am as pious a Frisian as any of you.”
Friso was the man to take us to Friesland, therefore the Joniers went with
us. It seems that this was pleasing to Wr-Alda, for before three months were past
we coasted along Britain, and three days later we could shout “Huzza.”
In this final piece by Frethorik he gives us an insight into the language and
customs of the different returning peoples, and is not very complimentary about
the variations. He cites the purity of the Geertmen as an attribute to their isolated
life in India for twelve hundred years but casts a critical eye on the Greeks
and Joniers who had been corrupted by interaction with their neighbors over the
centuries. He did not approve of their various customs especially the religious
superstitions adopted from the idolaters.
Hail!
Whenever the Carrier has completed a period, then posterity shall understand
that the faults and misdeeds that the Brokmen have brought with them belonged
to their forefathers; therefore I will watch, and will describe as much of their
manners as I have seen. The Geertmen I can readily pass by. I have not had much
to do with them, but as far as I have seen they have mostly retained their language
and customs. I cannot say that of the others. Those who descend from the Greeks
speak a bad language, and have not much to boast of in their manners. Many have
brown eyes and hair. They are envious and impudent, and cowardly from superstition.
When they speak, they put the words first that ought to come last. For old
they say at; for salt, sat; and for man, ma – too many to mention. They also use
abbreviations of names, which have no meaning. The Joniers speak better, but they
drop the “H”, and put it where it ought not to be. When they make a statue of
a dead person they believe that the spirit of the departed enters into it; therefore
they have hidden their statues of Frya, Fasta, Medea, Thiania, Hellenia, and many
others.
When a child is born, all the relatives come together and pray to Frya to
send her servants to bless the child. When they have prayed, they must neither
move nor speak. If the child begins to cry, and continues some time, it is a bad
sign, and they suspect that the mother has committed adultery. I have seen very
bad things come from that. If the child sleeps, that is a good sign – Fryas servants
are come. If it laughs in its sleep, the servants have promised it happiness.
Moreover, they believe in bad spirits, witches, sorcerers, dwarfs, and elves,
as if they descended from the Finns. Herewith, I will finish, and I think I have
written more than any of my forefathers.
Frethorik.
Frethorik had married Wiljo, a maiden of his own family lineage who continued
the writing tradition after him, about 280 BC. She added much including ancient
sources copied from Texland after the last Earth Mother died. Some political stability
must have been enjoyed at the time because she starts by saying that Frethorik
was the first to die a natural death in 108 years. She also mentions some of the
other books that have been lost to us including the “Book of Songs”. The other
two mentioned, “The Book of Narratives” and “The Hellenia Book” may have been
included in the Oera Linda Book by Wiljo.
Frethorik, my husband, lived to the age of 63. Since 108 years he is the
first of his race who died a peaceable death; all the others died by violence,
because they all fought with their own people, and with foreigners for right and
duty.
My name is Wiljo. I am the maiden who came home with him from Saxony. In
the course of conversation it came out that we were both of Adelas race – thus
our affection commenced, and we became man and wife. He left me with five children,
two sons and three daughters. Konrad was my eldest son, Hachgana my second. My
eldest daughter is called Adela, my second Frulik, and the youngest Nocht.
When I went to Saxony I preserved three books – “The Book of Songs”, “The
Book of Narratives”, and “The Hellenia Book”. I write this in order that people
may not think they were by Apollonia. I have had a good deal of annoyance about
this, and therefore now wish to have the honor of it.
I also did more. When Gosa Makonta died, whose goodness and clear- sightedness
have become a proverb, I went alone to Texland to copy the writings that she had
left; and when the last will of Frana was found, and the writings left by Adela
or Hellenia, I did that again. These are the writings of Hellenia. I have put
them first because they are the oldest.
Here are the writings of Della Hellenia as recorded by Wiljo. It is about very
old times, of two thousand BC when the Slavonic race was enslaved to work in the
mines and build houses for the priests and princes. Even under those conditions
some of the free ideas of the Frisians had filtered into the mines and quarries,
enough to inspire rebellion and worry the Finda overlords. The injustices must
have produced some insurrections but that region never did return to Fryas fold.
Hail to All True Frisians:
In the olden times, the Slavonic race knew nothing of liberty. They were
brought under the yoke like oxen. They were driven into the bowels of the earth
to dig metals, and had to build houses of stone as dwelling places for princes
and priests. Of all that they did nothing came to themselves, everything must
serve to enrich and make more powerful the priests and the princes, and to satisfy
them.
Under this treatment they grew gray and old before their time, and died
without any enjoyment; although the earth produces abundantly for the good of
all her children. But our runaways and exiles came through Germany to their boundaries,
and our sailors came to their harbors. From them they heard of liberty, of justice,
and laws, without which men cannot exist.
This was all absorbed by the unhappy people like dew into an arid soil.
When they fully understood this, the most courageous among them began to clank
their chains, which grieved the princes. The princes are proud and warlike; there
is therefore some virtue in their hearts. They consulted together and bestowed
some of their superfluity; but the cowardly hypocritical priests could not suffer
this. Among their false gods they had invented also wicked cruel monsters.
Pestilence broke out in the country; and they said that the gods were angry
with the domineering of the wicked. Then the boldest of the people were strangled
in their chains. The earth drank their blood, and that blood produced corn and
fruits that inspired with wisdom those who ate them.
No one knows who wrote the following inclusion into the book. From its contents
it could be the Dark Ages, that is the first millennium, AD in Europe and before
Christian teachings reached the remnants of Texland. It claims to date from the
end of the sixth century BC but that is very difficult to believe by its contents.
Perhaps it was edited or written a thousand years later. It is prophetic and tells
of a teacher like Buddha or Jesus but with a different or combined story. Myths
are based on true events but can undergo many changes and additions in the telling.
This is most likely the story of Krishna dating it to the twenty-second century
BC and contains some incontemporary editing from the subsequent translations.
It shows how the tales of the East could filter into the far west of Europe.
Because the prophesy is for the present age, nineteenth and twentieth century
it will be of interest to those who believe in channeled messages as even the
Thousand Years of Revelation is mentioned. If that is so then the story could
have dated from any time.
Sixteen hundred years ago, Atland was submerged and at that time something
happened which nobody had reckoned upon. In the heart of Findas land, upon a
mountain, lies a plain called Kasamyr that is “extraordinary.” There was a child
born whose mother was the daughter of a king, and whose father was a high priest.
In order to hide the shame they were obliged to renounce their own blood. Therefore
it was taken out of the town to poor people.
As the boy grew up, nothing was concealed from him, so he did all in his
power to acquire wisdom. His intellect was so great that he understood everything
that he saw or heard. The people regarded him with respect, and the priests were
afraid of his questions. When he was of full age he went to his parents. They
had to listen to some hard language; and to get rid of him they gave him a quantity
of jewels, but they dared not openly acknowledge him.
Overcome with sorrow at the false shame of his parents, he wandered about.
While traveling he fell in with a Frisian sailor who was serving as a slave, and
who taught him our manners and customs. He bought the freedom of the slave, and
they remained friends till death. Wherever he went he taught the people not to
tolerate rich men or priests, and that they must guard themselves against false
shame, which everywhere did harm to love and charity. The earth, he said, bestowed
her treasures on those who scratch her skin; so all are obliged to dig, and plow,
and sow if they wish to reap, but no one is obliged to do anything for another
unless it be out of goodwill.
He taught that men should not seek in her bowels for gold, or silver, or
precious stones, which occasion envy and destroy love. To embellish your wives
and daughters, he said, the river offers her pure stream. No man is able to make
everybody equally rich and happy, but it is the duty of all men to make each other
as equally rich and as happy as possible. Men should not despise any knowledge;
but justice is the greatest knowledge that time can teach, because she wards off
offenses and promotes love.
His first name was Jessos, but the priests, who hated him, called him Fo,
that is, false; the people called him Krishna, that is, shepherd; and his Frisian
friend called him Buddha (purse), because he had in his head a treasure of wisdom,
and in his heart a treasure of love.
At last he was obliged to flee from the wrath of the priests; but wherever
he went his teaching had preceded him, while his enemies followed him like his
shadow. When Jessos had thus traveled for twelve years he died; but his friends
preserved his teaching, and spread it wherever they found listeners.
What do you think the priests did then? That I must tell you, and you must
give your best attention to it. Moreover, you must keep guard against their acts
and their tricks with all the strength that Wr-Alda has given you. While the doctrine
of Jessos was thus spreading over the earth, the false priests went to the land
of his birth to make his death known. They said they were his friends, and they
pretended to show great sorrow by tearing their clothes and shaving their heads.
They went to live in caves in the mountains, but in them they had hid all
their treasures, and they made in them images of Jessos. They gave these statues
to simple people, and at last they said that Jessos was a god, that he had declared
this himself to them, and that all those who followed his doctrine should enter
his kingdom hereafter, where all was joy and happiness.
Because they knew that he was opposed to the rich, they announced everywhere
that poverty, suffering and humility were the door by which to enter into his
kingdom, and that those who had suffered the most on earth should enjoy the greatest
happiness there. Although they knew that Jessos had taught that men should regulate
and control their passions, they taught that men should stifle their passions,
and that the perfection of humanity consisted in being as unfeeling as the cold
stones.
In order to make the people believe they did as they preached, they pretended
to outward poverty; and that they had overcome all sensual feelings, they took
no wives. But if any young girl had made a false step, it was quickly forgiven;
the weak, they said, were to be assisted, and to save their souls men must give
largely to the Church. Acting in this way, they had wives and children without
households, and were rich without working; but the people grew poorer and more
miserable than they had ever been before. This doctrine, which requires the priests
to possess no further knowledge than to speak deceitfully, and to pretend to be
pious while acting unjustly, spreads from east to west, and will come to our land
also.
But when the priests fancy that they have entirely extinguished the light
of Frya and Jessos, then shall all classes of men rise up who have quietly preserved
the truth among themselves, and have hidden it from the priests. They shall be
of princely blood of priests, Slavonic, and Fryas blood. They will make their
light visible, so that all men shall see the truth; they shall cry woe to the
acts of the princes and the priests.
The princes who love the truth and justice shall separate themselves from
the priests; blood shall flow, but from it the people will gather new strength.
Findas folk shall contribute their industry to the common good, Lydas folk their
strength, and we our wisdom. Then the false priests shall be swept away from the
earth. Wr-Aldas spirit shall be invoked everywhere and always; the laws that
Wr-Alda in the beginning instilled into our consciences shall alone be listened
to. There shall be neither princes, nor masters, nor rulers, except those chosen
by the general voice. Then Frya shall rejoice, and the earth will only bestow
her gifts on those who work. All this shall begin 4,000 years after the submersion
of Atland, and 1,000 years later there shall exist no longer either priest or
oppression.
Dela, surnamed Hellenia, watch!
1 By the declining day,
2 Lo! man is a state of loss,
3 Save those who believe and
do good works, and exhort one another to truth and exhort one another to endurance.
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