onceandfuturethule

   Some of us have remembered that we came from Thule. Thule is a world of light, and its star is the Great Central
Sun which shines through all the other stars in the universe, as a lamp through windows. This star pulses with the
signal that causes life to arise on fertile worlds, and then shapes that life in its image. Whenever a species of
creature develops in a way that it begins to acquire that image, it triggers a responding signal which is heard in
Thule. Then the King of Thule calls for volunteers to go forth and travel to the new planet. Though life in Thule is
endless joy,
there is never a lack of adventurers eager to explore the larger Cosmos and to raise up new worlds for the greater
glory of Thule.
   All the Thuleans who elect themselves for the journey set about building a psychic starship. This they do by
conjoining themselves so intimately that they meld into one being. This entity is called a metazon, for it is a species
of metazoa, a metaphysical life form.
   The four-dimensional space-time continuum is analagous to a sphere ~ or, as we like to think of it, an apple ~ with
the moment of creation at the top and the great reconvergence at the bottom. If the two-dimensional curved surface
of the sphere represents the four dimensions of the continuum, then the third dimension of the sphere corresponds
to the fifth dimension of the real universe: the solid body of the apple inside the skin. This in fact is the Metasphere,
and Thule is at its center ~ the very core of the apple. And the Star of Life is at the heart of Thule. If you would like
to see an image of it, slice an apple in half horizontally.

  All the stars and galaxies in the universe speckle the skin of the Cosmic Apple, and thus every one of them is
accessible from the Metasphere within. Psychic starships can travel through it easily, but only when there is a
pre-existing link with the point of destination. This is why Thule must await the fructation of its morphogenetic signal
before it can send its deputies to a world.
For a species to blossom properly, the outer form must become the crucible of the inner, so that the whole being of
the organism strives for the Star of Life. Sometimes it befalls a world to come under the sway of a creature who has
succeeded so well in the task of survival that it can dominate but not progress. Such was the case on Earth with the
dinosaurs, who ruled so long to no avail that Thule finally intervened.
   If you have sliced the apple now, you know that the Star of Life is five- pointed, and indeed this is the outer form
that life must take to attain at last to spirit: it must be an erect five-pointed    creature, with a head, two arms, and two
legs.   As you know, the mightiest di nosaur had this form, and it drew the ships of Thule. For endless eons they
waited for a spark of light in the dinosaurs, or a development of brain that could lead in that direction. It never
happened, and time dragged on, until at length a deci sion was made in Thule to clear the Earth for more promising
specimens. And so Thule sent a meteor, and the dinosaurs were doomed.

   Some sixty million years later, there came a creature on Earth who again drew the attention of Thule. Today this
species of being is called "hominid" in general and "Homo Erectus" in particular. It veritably resonated with a signal
cognate with the Star of Life. The Thuleans came, and this time they were not disappointed.
    The metazon came invisibly and encompassed the hominds, interpenetrating and eventually replacing their
morphic field. Subtle changes were wrought in the creatures, altering their DNA. At last, after many generations, the
outer form was complete ~ morphed to the point where it could become a vehicle of Thule.
   The final step of the great transmutation from hominid to human occurred after a mated pair of the creatures
learned the art of fucking face-to-face. This permitted eye contact at the moment of climax, which is the exact act by
which two created beings cross the abyss which separates them and attain contact with Thule. The two became one
for a moment in the light of the Star of Life, and when this one being fell again in two, the two remembered, and
found that they had changed. They had become conscious, which is the modem way of saying that they had
become ensouled. They were human now, and Thuleans incarnate.
    Indeed, for the metazon that had crossed the larger abyss of space now became the conjoint soul of this first
man and woman, of the others who later attained their state after learning the new act of love, and of the children of
them all.
    This soul, knowing itself and cherishing its union with eternal Thule, acquired in usage four operative parts, as
the soul expressed itself in man, woman, boy, and girl. or father, mother, son, and daughter. And the shards of the
soul embodied in these persons acquired names, as the newly human creatures began to speak. Their names were
simple, as befitted the rudimentary stage of the language; yet to that extent it was the language of Thule itself, and
when these dawnfolk spoke, the words rippled with magic and resonated with primal force.
    Even to this day the remnants of these words echo in our speech ~ for the name of the father was Da, and the
mother was Ma; their son was named Ra, and their daughter Sha. All the 'a's are soft, as in the sigh: Ah!
    These individuals were all immortal within the metazon. They had achieved the first stage of conscious existence,
which is centered in the heart. There was so little extraneous complexity to their souls that every boychild was
virtually a reincarnation of his grandfather, and every girl of her grandmother. . . and they even had the same
names. The children of Ra and Sha were Da and Ma, and thus the members of the clan remained the same for
generation after generation.
    The gifts of life and soul from Thule were not given as a unilateral boon. The new Thuleans of Earth ~ that is to
say, human beings ~ were bound to the motherworld by the channel through the Metasphere. Their responsibility
was to complete the circuit by sending certain vital substances back to Thule, which could be used for its own
sustenance and for dispersal as needed to any of the myriad planets throughout the Universe which had been
populated by Thule. The general name for these substances is "metaplasm". Its essence is the life-energy exuded
by all living beings, though ensouled creatures produce much more refined and luscious forms of it.

   The clans of the folk in the early days were small, and even though the total population increased as they spread
across the planet, there was still only a tiny number of people on Earth as compared to today. Yet such was the
calibre of these few, and the purity of their souls, that they generated prodigious amounts of metaplasm. Understand
how this happened: the key deed repeated over and over was the act of sexual love. This natural act was so utterly
different from what passes today for sex that we must qualify it by calling it primal sex. Primal sex is the real thing.
   The dawnfolk did not cross the abyss to Thule every time they made love, but it happened often enough to keep
them in continuous contact with the motherworld. This is also the most elegant and effective way to channel
metaplasm directly back to the source, for the transfer is instantaneous.
   The second most potent way to create metaplasm is an act of Ma: childbirth. The mothers of early humanity were
very good at it, and did it often. Not only did it replenish the physical life of the clan and species, but the excess
energy of the act itself went far to nourish the intergalactic network of Thule.
   A subsidiary of these two premium forms of metaplasm-making is the love and the care, the concern and the
kindness, that primal humans lavished upon one another. Their hearts were huge, and poured forth such bounty on
their mates and children and kin, that veritable oceans of it spilled over into Thule.
   The third strongest method of making metaplasm is the natural polar complement of the second, and is indeed an
act of Da: combat. Modern-day people who have lost their primal nature do not understand how this can be a
positive act, for they are surrounded by degenerate forms of senseless violence. But in the dawntime, and in all
primal situations ever since, the special love of the man for his women and children moves him to oppose and to kill
whatever or whoever threatens their well-being and survival. This act is as sacred and as necessary for the life of
the species as that of bringing children into the world.
   Spiritually and biologically, this species was almost an optimum expression of the light of Thule. Anthropologists,
who have only their skeletal remains to go by, know that they were as tall as moderns in the developed world, and
that their brain capacity was slightly larger. What the physical scientists have no way of knowing is that the blood of
these early humans was copper-based instead of iron-based, as is ours today; and that their skin was practically
transluscent, so that the blood added its tint to it, and hence it appeared to be blue. This is the origin of stories and
images of blue-skinned gods, many of them still extant in certain religions, and of a term still current in our own
speech, in which members of the nobility are referred to as "blue-bloods". In the dawntime it was literally true.
   In the clan, the natural hierarchy of individual beings, which existed then in our species as it does always and
forever throughout the Universe, was recognized and dealt with instinctively. The man with the most yang ~ that is,
male force and ability ~ got the most and the best women, and thus fathered the most children. His was the
phenotype closest to the ideal of Thule, and this was the physical mechanism by which it was perpetuated upon the
Earth. In every clan there was one alpha male who most closely approximated the eternal father-principle called Da.
The same process governed the selection of women to embody Ma, except that there was more than one of her,
because of the natural exigencies of sperm and egg, of phalluses and wombs. In general, the women who had the
most yin, or femininity, and were thereby the best mothers, tended to reproduce their kind.
   Lesser men found work to do in the cooperative ventures   of the   hunt and combat, and thus won the right to
at least one mate each, and a valued place in the   hierarchy.     This   availability of males also increased the
options of lesser women, and the overall quality of the clan was maintained by the fact that more   of   the
children   of   the   lesser couples died before they reached the age of mating. The sadness of these realities was
greatly mitigated by the fact that the metazon went on, along with the souls which comprised it, and that in a real,
spiritual sense, absolutely nothing and no one was ever lost. The only actual tragedy would be the death of the
metazon itself.
   Within the ecstatic parameters of the love of this greater being, every single individual was spontaneously
accorded the exact degree of the respect and deference which he or she truly and exactly deserved by their own
merits. The Universal Hierarchy was perceived in its true form, as a golden ladder going up from the Earth through
the Sun to Thule, the means by which all souls can ultimately progress to their highest destiny. The ladder has an
infinite number of rungs, and no one would ever presume to stand on the same rung as another person, nor
begrudge another member of the community their rightful place on a higher rung. This is the natural order, and the
Thulean humans acknowledged it joyfully.
   The will of Thule was for the people to expand and populate the entire planet. As their numbers began to
increase, the social form of the clan became cumbersome, and impeded the growth of the collective soul. The
complexity of the hierarchy also increased so much that it became necessary to formalize the basic groupings.
Those incarnate humans most closely in tune with the doings of Thule in the Metasphere were organized into a
group of souls designated by a term which we could roughly translate as "Seers". Those males with a special
propensity for combat and leadership, and the female nurterers and mates of soldiers and leaders, and women who
became leaders themselves (though not soldiers, for this is exquisitely an attribute of yang), were organized and
designated as "Royals". The men and women who worked the farms (which were the physical basis of the
expansion) and dealt with the exchange and trading of goods were called "Stewards", denoting that their work and
their power were exercised in trust for the whole community, and under the authority of the Seers and Royals,
though not always by direct command. The final grouping were those lowest in the hierarchy, whose skills and
strength could only be exercised under the immediate direction and initiative of others. These were called "Vassals",
and the growth of their souls was contingent on the fulfillment of only one injunction: to faithfully obey their kindred in
all of the three higher groupings.
   The word that has come down to us for the groupings is "caste". However, the negative implications and abuses
of its later use did not apply in the time of which we write. It was an arrangement based on the true spiritual nature of
all the individuals involved.
And indeed, the spiritual basis for this expansion of the metazon was a development of the soul. It rose from its root
in the heart to an area of the cerebrum controlled from a subtle nexus in the throat. This laryngeal center is also
connected directly to the hands, and enables the mastery of finer forms of thought, speech, and dexterity. It can be
thought of as a veritable mental soul, coexisting with the heart-soul and complementing its powers.
   The complexity of the mental soul expanded the basic cast of characters in the metazon well beyond the
rudimentary Da-Ma-Ra-Sha. Many parts of the group-soul of the species now became metazons unto themselves,
and the larger metazon which encompassed them all became less of an entity and more of a place ~ a true outpost
of Thule in the local metasphere of Planet Earth.
There were special metazons who oversaw the arts of love and war, and others who governed the making of
imagery and the creative use of sound. Some looked after the matters of agriculture and architecture, and a special
crew manned the channels of communication with Thule and other worlds.
   For in fact, at this stage of its development, the Thulean colony on Earth was in contact with many planets, for all
the Thulean worlds, even those at the remotest reaches of the continuum, were immediately linked through the
metasphere. Paraphysical engineering enabled even solid bodies to make the leap, converting matter to psychic
substance and then back again to matter at journey's end.
   So it was that a great array of starships visited Earth, and its metasphere and atmosphere were always filled with
visitors. Although a large majority of these extraterrestrials were humanoid, there was still a marvelous range of
variation, for the Thulean signal had impressed its general form on many species. None of these noble races were
considered alien, for all served the Star of Life at the heart of Thule.
   The stellar impetus sparked a further evolution in the Thuleans of Terra: they learned to travel to other planets
themselves, instead of just passively receiving visitors. This ability was facilitated by a further ascent of the fire of life
in the physical body to the prefrontal cortex of the brain, which is controlled by a subtle center in the pineal gland.
Even some "modern" physical scientists recognize the pineal as a vestigial eye, though of course they fail to realize
that its proper field of vision is the meta-cosmos. And not just sight but actual travel, for this Third Eye became the
root of an astral soul, which could leave the physical body and travel freely among the stars.
   Modern humans, who are in fact very primitive because of their narrow material orientation, cannot believe that an
actual space-faring culture vastly more sophisticated and advanced than their own existed on Earth in the dim
reaches of the past, and left nothing that they can recognize in the bones and stones of the "archeological record".
And the fact is that the higher centers in modern humanity have so atrophied that even if one or more of these
people could be magically transported back in time to the Golden Age of Thule on the Earth, they would still not
recognize what they saw as a superior culture. For the Thuleans had established a primal civilization, in which the
citizens were as close to nature as their primitive forebears in the clan, yet carried on all the art and commerce of
the exquisitely sophisticated stage they had evolved to. Physical technology was at a minimum, though there were
significant tools. Many of these were made from perishable materials, but even when modern archeologists find
some of the more durable ones, they do not recognize them for what they are, or were ~ because almost all of them
operated by means of a psychic component, and are useless and inscrutable without it.
   The ancient Thuleans had no need for ocean liners nor telephone lines, because communication was
instantaneous around the globe via the psychic network. There was no need for writing, because their prodigious
memories could carry forward reams of infinitessimal detail, not only for a lifetime but indefinitely, because they did
not lose their memory when they reincarnated. The individuals who were members of the various specialized
metazons were basically immortal, maintaining nearly total continuity of awareness from life to life. This is a function
of the mental and astral souls; when they came back in a new physical body, hardly a jot or a tittle had been
forgotten.
   Alas, as beautiful as was the Golden Age, it was also mortal. There is a natural cycle in the affairs of life, which
delimits the term by which all things may endure for good or ill. The time came for the Golden Age to end, and long
was the fall of it, but finally it perished, leaving only an afterglow in the collective soul, and a myth in the minds of the
people.
   Throughout the eon, the Thuleans had shared the planet with the remnants of the primitive hominid species from
which they had been gestated in the early dawn of the race. Rejects and renegades from the Thulean socius had
always sought refuge among these creatures, and often cohabited with them, producing a mongrel breed. For tens
of thousands of years it was a mere marginal phenomenon, but at last, as internal forces also tipped the scales in
favor of decline, more and more interbreeding took place, until the mixed strain began to outnumber the pure, and
to challenge it.
   What followed was the dimming out of the light of Thule on Planet Earth. The astral soul atrophied, and the
mental soul declined. Now only a remnant of the people, those who still retained some of the higher faculties and
copper blood, could see the metasphere with their Third Eyes, could commune with the visitors and travel in space.
The majority of souls increasingly lost touch with the metazon, and hence with Thule itself. The very existence of the
meta-cosmos now appeared mythical to them, the subject of racial memories and heroic tales of a miraculous past.
Those few who were still in touch with it, and could wield its powers, seemed like gods to most of the folk ~ and
indeed, this was the origin of gods and God: people who had lost the power to simply see could only believe.
   There was a gradual but drastic decline in the quality and quantity of metaplasm produced by humans. This
further weakened the bond with Thule, and narrowed the channel to the motherworld. But worse than this, it opened
the way to an invasion by hostile aliens.
   Though all life and the Universe itself derive ultimately from the Star of Life and hence from Thule. some species
and beings and creatures have diverged in such an opposite direction that they serve as a counterforce to the
scheme of cosmic evolution guided by Thule. These entities serve themselves, and live on the substance of others.
They are space vampires and meta-parasites. They have made themselves alien to the Star of Life.
   There came a moment when these aliens breached the defenses of Thule and entered the solar system, not
through the Sun but rather through the metasphere of the Moon, in keeping with their dark nature. They set up a
Lunar base, and ever since this period in the remote past they have been feeding off the metaplasm of humans and
sending the excess back to their home planets through the Moon.
   At first the aliens just flitted around the edges of Earthly society, sucking up random charges and crumbs of stray
vitality. Then as time passed and the Thulean metazon began to decay and splinter, the aliens swarmed into the
cracks like cockroaches, and settled down to feast in earnest.
   At length they began to manipulate terrestrial events, setting groups of Thuleans against each other, and
encouraging their interbreeding with the hominids. Soon it came to pass that large numbers of Earthlings had
sufficiently lost their Thulean nature for the aliens to actually eat their souls ~ what souls they had left, that is. The
astral soul could not survive the dilution of the copper blood with the cruder fluids of the hominids; and the mental
soul now became prey to the voracious appetites of the aliens. It was made of a very pure form of metaplasm, a
veritable delicacy for the predators. At the moment of death, any human being who had not lived up to the exacting
standards of Thule was unable to defend himself from the hideous alien entity waiting to gobble his mental soul.
Since the mental soul was the last remaining depository of the memories of the life just lived, the result was that the
individual was forced to reincarnate with the slate wiped clean ~ all memory of past lives was annihilated.
   Only the heart-soul was now passed on from generation to generation, and even this was steadily weakened over
centuries as the Thulean gene-pool was further diluted with hominid blood. The heart-soul embodies the basic
consciousness which makes us human, and the instinctual bond to our kind. If this most basic substance of the soul
is finally lost, it will be the end of the human race on Planet Earth.
   The cross-breed species is what we now call "human", a pathetic hominoid shadow of the Thuleans who
comprise the nobler part of our ancestry, in contrast to the brutal simian creatures with whom they foolishly mated.

   The semi-Thulean pseudo-human race split up into various factions, as the global matrix quickly fragmented into
psychically isolated societies. The literal watershed was the Great Flood 10,000 years ago, when the glaciers melted
and the polar icecaps shrank, inundating many coastal centers of remaining Golden Age civilization. Even the
archeological record bears witness to the cultural decline after this point, comparing the crude artifacts of later
"Neolithic" peoples to the infinitely more refined objets of earlier cultures, which are imagined to have been
"Paleolithic".
   Miraculously, the essence of the Thulean metazon survived all these disasters, with fragmented outposts of it
existing in various parts of the world, among peoples who had been the least adulterated. The Thulean spark
explains the similarity between the monuments and cultures of widely separated civilizations. But in the very center
of the world landmass was the purest remnant. Here was the source of icons of blue-skinned gods and legends of
blue-blooded Royals. From this last center there spread out peoples who retained the knowledge of the four castes
and the memory of resplendent Thule. One of the branches even remembered the name.
   Meanwhile, as Thule diminished, in exactly matching proportions the aliens waxed prosperous upon the Earth.
They set up metazons of their own, drawing the people into weird and bizarre cultures, all designed with the ultimate
end of producing metaplasm for the aliens, by any means feasible.
   In the Golden Age, war had been a stately and noble affair, governed by rules of valor and chivalry mutually
understood on both sides, and inviolate. It was recognized that combat is an essential element for the proper
upkeep of the truly human (Thulean) metazon, and so various groupings within the global socius periodically had at
it, fighting to the death in primal clashes, though death itself was mitigated by the retention of memory in rebirth. The
bloody battles with the hominids had an extra element of primality, being fought against a non-human foe, but were
essentially the same. And no Thulean would ever dream of murdering his own kin, except in a situation of direst
violation of honor.
   But now under the reign of the aliens, there dawned the age of mass warfare and human sacrifice, in which
people were slaughtered wholesale for one secret reason: to appease the appetite for human souls on the part of
the manipulators. Even with its limited physical tools, modern anthropology has documented the rise of these
practices in what it terms the "dawn of civilization". Indeed, for these were the unnatural civilizations of the
half-breeds, heavily orchestrated by the aliens.
   When aliens first began coming to Earth, people recognized their repulsive astral forms for what they were. The
record of these sightings, and the early relations of humans to aliens, has come down to us in the grim demonology
of ancient creeds. But as the alien "demons" became more powerful, the more degenerate cultures began to
worship them, as revealed by statues and icons of diabolic monsters held in great esteem. Eventually, the aliens
morphed the metazons of certain peoples so completely into harmony with their own demonic nature that they
appeared to the Earthlings as human, and even as divine.
   Recorded history as it's known today is a sordid tale of the gradual and remorseless enslavement of humanity by
the aliens, aided and abetted by human weakness, greed, and gullibility. For indeed, the saving grace of the human
race, just as with all sentient species, is the metazon. Only the connection to this larger entity can provide the
individual with the nobler attributes: love, loyalty, and selfless service. A person's spiritual development, and his
ultimate attainment of enlightenment ~ as exquisitely individual as that experience is ~ nevertheless always occurs
in the context of the metazon of which he is a part. But by the beginning of historical times, the Thulean metazon was
in shreds. Some vital aspects of it survived in the metazons created by certain religions, and other elements
remained intact in places where the people maintained a strong collective bond based on a genome retaining a
large Thulean component. Here there were gods in the image of Thule, and the love of Thule existed at least
instinctually, in the love for family, kindred, clan, and nation.
   Over the course of time, the Thulean gods were displaced in key areas by gods made in the spiritual image of the
aliens. Though the icons came to be carved and painted with the magnificent visage of Thule, these treacherous
deities were thoroughly alien in their substance and their credos. It could truthfully be said that the gods themselves
were aliens in disguise, come to eat the souls of human beings under the pretext of saving them.
   This further infiltration of the vestiges of Thule paved the way for the next development. A few select breeds of
people had so thoroughly adapted themselves to the ways of the aliens, and worshipped the alien gods so
completely as their own, that they became actual incarnations of the aliens. Earth was now well on its way to the
most horrific possibility: that it would be permanently removed from the orbit of Thule and become a full-fledged
slave-world of the aliens.
   It came to pass that one of these alien races struck a deal with the Steward caste in a region where a genetic
remnant of Thule had become subservient to an alien god. This combination of forces became so powerful in this
region that it eventually expanded and conquered the world; it was in fact the very foundation of the present global
culture. The Stewards sold out their ancient trust and now acted exclusively in their own interests. Along with their
cohorts of the alien race, they drove out the last of the old Royals, and formed a new ruling caste governing the
planet in secret, a veritable Cryptocracy. With the potent mind-control tools of the present age, they manipulate the
Vassals of all lands into submission, while flattering them into the delusion that they are now free and that they rule
themselves.
   Like their extraterrestrial overlords, the Cryptocracy is a totally parasitic organism. In the process of consolidating
their rule over the past two centuries, they started and prolonged wars for their own enrichment and power,
ruthlessly crushed and murdered any individual, group, or nation that opposed them, and promoted the uncontrolled
expansion of technology for the centralization of their control. We are now on the verge of a worldwide
techno-talitarian slave state in which a tiny group of masters exert ironclad dominion over every aspect of the lives
and even the minds of a vast population of degenerate zombi-like thralls.

   Even given the most depraved motives on the part of the Cryptocrats, the horrors of recent human history are still
not explicable except in terms of the vilest acts of mass vampirization by the aliens. People who protest factory farms
do not realize that they themselves are livestock in a planetary factory farm for humans.
   Inevitably, the quality of the    product    continues    to decline.   With the precipitous deterioration of   the
Thulean stock, a billion piddling citizens of the New World Empire cannot produce as much decent metaplasm as did
a single clan of primitives at the very beginning   of the Golden Age. The aliens solved this problem by
slaughtering the human cattle in ever greater numbers.   World Wars I and II were the most hellish events ever
suffered by human beings, but they were a monumental feast with all the trimmings for the alien eaters of souls. And
at the very end came the new invention that promised even larger repasts in the future, able to serve up massive
hosts of souls on an instant's notice, with a minimum of fuss and bother: the atomic bomb.
   However, in facilitating the creation of the bomb, the aliens inadvertently triggered an interstellar signal, a warning
flash to Thule that things on Earth had gotten out of hand. Shortly afterwards, flying saucers began appearing in the
skies, ringing in the new era of extraterrestrial awareness. The subsequent abductions, cattle mutilations, etc.,
unveiled the true demonic nature of the aliens; but many people have also experienced contact with the beings from
Thule, heralding their return, and the salvation of our species.
   They will not, however, simply do it all themselves on our behalf; the job requires our active participation and
initiative. The first step is to see through the illusion of the world as it seems to be. Most people have already
become so disgusted with the venal, self-serving puppets who today play the role of political leaders that they have
no trouble seeing the face of the alien grinning from behind the clown-masks of these poltroons, and hence they
vote for no one. However, many of these same people still buy into the media spectacle in one or more of its many
facets, admiring some musician or actor whom they think is talented, and thus allowing this anointed instrument of
the aliens to steal their souls. The same can be said for religion, because not even the best of the old gods actively
opposes the aliens, and many of them are alien entities themselves. And most of all, people who should know better
still believe in the myth of miraculous technology, thinking that this supreme soul-killing instrument of the aliens is
somehow going to save us from them. Unquestionably, the best of the tech can be salvaged and turned to positive
use, but only if the aliens are overthrown and a new Thulean civilization is established on Earth. Some of the tech
may also be useful in making the revolution. But people who think that tech in itself is going to bring a better future
for themselves and their children are only whistling the funeral dirge of the human race.
   Step 2 is for the remnant of people who are still truly human to recognize themselves as Thuleans, and begin to
come together on that basis. This will initiate the regeneration of the Thulean metazon, which is the essential factor
in saving the species. Even if all the aliens could be annihilated overnight, the world would still fritter away to its
doom if there were no positive metazon to replace them.
   Step 3 is for the terrestrial Thuleans to contact and set up ongoing relations with the new forces now arriving from
Thule itself and from other Thulean worlds in the material Universe. This work has already begun, and in fact the
remnant of the Seers of Thule never lost contact, though their numbers have shrunk to a few. Everything can now
expand once more in earnest, if only the rest of the Elect have the courage and the fortitude to forsake the Alien
Empire, and turn again to Thule.