Thule
The Rediscovered Country
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Thule is a nearly forgotten realm, though it once had a mighty empire on planet Earth. Thule
endures in the metasphere, but even there it became fragmented and diminished in recent
centuries. Now we are restoring our homeland to its former glory, and beyond. I invite all
awakening Thuleans to join us in this Great Work!
So who are the Thuleans? We are a race of the body and a race of the spirit. The genome of
our collective body derives from the whole broad swath of the Indo-European peoples with their
classical and mythic cultures, encompassing the Greco-Roman, Hindu, Persian, Norse, Keltic,
Slavic, and Teutonic. Some enthusiasts also include the ancient Egyptian civilization within this
sphere.
All of these peoples were possessed of a common exalted Spirit-soul, singular and unique. This
is the Spirit of Thule, in which the pure white light of the Supernal spheres resonates into the
material realm through people of the white race.
As enlightened human beings we recognize the oneness of all humanity; the opening of our
heart chakra fills us with universal love. Thus we have no hatred for other peoples on a merely
collective basis; nevertheless, we cleave to our own kind, and prefer it to all others. Only in this
way can we realize AGAPE, the familial love for our kindred of the body as well as the Spirit.
The better to restore our collective identity and Spirit-soul, we are engaged in the high magic
of resurrecting our traditional Gods. Because we have now recovered the comprehensive
knowledge of all past Thulean cultures, we can access the images and lore of our Gods in ALL
their ancient forms. Click here to take a tour of images of The Gods of Thule, then follow the
links for "More Gods".
The relationship between humanity and divinity is an ongoing evolutionary process; as people
and cultures change, the Gods take on new forms as well. We may actually witness the
appearance of new Gods ~ and even a new manifestation of the Supreme God of all the
cosmos:
A note on the name:
"Thule" is pronounced with two syllables, as it was in the original Hyperborean tongue,
as well as the ancient Greek through which it was transmitted to us down the aeons,
and still is in the Germanic languages. Of course you may choose to pronounce it in
the more familiar one-syllable modern English usage; but in order to fully attune yourself
to the spirit of the artifacts on this website, you'll want to read it in the two-syllable
manner in which it was written. It sounds like "Thuley", and rhymes with "truly".
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And now you may view a fictional work called The Visions of Victor and Beatrice.
Part I is titled: The Wedding of Star and Shadow. The hero, Victor, undergoes a
near-death experience in which he relives the classical Ascent Through the Planetary Spheres. In the
following passage, he has successfully passed through the sphere of the Moon into that of the Sun, and
found a world beyond his wildest earthly imaginings:
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I saw people coming ~ or I should say, beings like myself. I was still humanoid in form, even though my
spirit-body had been burned down to its essence; and the beings who now came and gathered around
me were made of the same essence. Though shape and form were more fluid here than in physical
existence, they each had clearly-defined features. They looked MORE human than incarnate humans ~
they manifested the essential core of humanity, and it shone through them clearly, because their skin, if
such it was, seemed as lucid as the atmosphere in this amazing place. They even had hair, as strange as
that might seem for spirits, and it was so silvery-radiant that I realized it expressed an immortal archetype
underlying the subjective impression of “blond”.
Now one of these beings greeted me. I did a double-take, because I thought he was my father ~ and
then I remembered that my father is still alive on Earth. Another one spoke to me, a female being who
was much like my mother. She WAS my mother, but not the incarnate woman who was Victor’s mother;
she was my mother before my mother was born.
The “speech” here in this realm was actually a kind of controlled mind-meld, which I quickly became
fluent in. And now the other beings all spoke to me in this fashion, and I sensed that they were my
brothers, sisters, lovers, kindred. How could this be? I asked them if they were the spirits of people who
had been my ancestors on Earth. Some of them said that they were, but the being who was my real,
eternal father said that the sense of ancestry I was feeling was a subtler and more primary thing than that
concept conveys on Earth.
“I am the Sun,” said the father-being. “You may call me Helios.” He beckoned to a radiantly beautiful
female being, who came and put her arm around him. “This is my consort,” he said. “Since none of the
Western systems were astute enough to recognize her, you will have to use her Hindu name of Savitri.” I
bowed to the Sun Goddess, basking in her delightful fire.
Then the mother-being approached and put an arm around Helios from the other side. “This is my wife,”
he said, “your mother. As you may remember, her name is Erte.” Her look generated such unconditional
love that I felt like a baby again. I felt ashamed that I did not in fact recognize the name “Erte”, but I was
instantly telepathically forgiven by her. The name that came to my mind was “Gaia”, which has become
popular among postmoderns, who forget that the word “Earth” itself derives from the name of the Norse
Goddess.
I got introduced to all the beings ~ or rather reintroduced, for I was beginning to remember that I, too,
was a native of this realm. It was obviously the “heaven” that I was a “child” of ~ and these beings were
my brethren, my rediscovered countrymen.
And women. When I was presented to Venus I practically melted into the ground, she was so ravishing ~
the honest-to-Goddess incarnation and essence of beauty, of which all beautiful women, things, and
beings are the imperfect imitations. In like manner, Mars ~ the God Ares ~ was the primordial prototype
of yang: the noble warrior, the charsimatic leader of men and ravisher of women’s hearts.
Hermes went beyond the identity I might’ve expected from associations with Mercury as the messenger-
god and as the planet ~ he was also Hermes Trismegistus, who from my studies I knew as a great magus
and the initiator of the Hermetic tradition. Others among the beings were not identified at all with any of
the planets, but were the immortal forms of humans who had attained the highest stages of spiritual
development. Some of them had had one or more ventures upon Earth as avatars, divine incarnations.
Others were the actual gods of various pantheons, besides the planetary gods I’ve mentioned.
I was so filled with joy at being reunited with my heavenly kindred that I spent what seemed like a long
time just melding into their company and stimulating the further recovery of my lost memories.
END QUOTE. To read the whole story, click here:
Part II of Visions is titled: Do Robots Go To Electric Heaven? It's narrated by the
heroine, Beatrice. In this excerpt, she and Victor have run into some old friends of his, one of whom is
a man in an elegant jester's outfit named John Harlequin:
Victor asked John almost desperately: “What in the name of God is going on in the world? Do you have
any idea?”
“Well,” said John, “it may be a matter of which name of God. After all, it’s the Kali Yuga.”
“That’s true,” said Victor. “Everything degenerates and hits the pits in the Iron Age. But when you really
begin to see what it’s doing to everybody, what can you do about it?”
“Yow, that’s a mighty big question there, Victor! Do you mean, like, what do you do to survive?”
“I can survive anything myself ~ I found that out. I mean what can we do to change the situation?
Y’know, make people human again and everything. If it takes turning the age to the next Yuga, then how
can we start doing that?”
John whistled. “This just gets heavier and heavier, Vic. All the different sources say that ordinary people
can’t do much ~ we just have to survive and keep our own heads clear, and do what we can for every
individual who crosses our path. And then sooner or later the Avatar will show up, and start turning the
age, as you put it. Y’know, whether it’s Kalki on his white horse, or the second coming of Christ, or
Quetzalcoatl ~ all the myths and religions say that he’s coming. Till then you just have to be on your toes
and do your thing.”
Victor refected on this for a minute, then said: “Yes, I’ve read and heard a lot of the same stuff - who
hasn’t? But I hadn’t thought about it like that, at least not since I came back from the Luxumbra.” This
was Victor’s word for that farthest-out state of being he had visited in his experience. He asked John,
“Okay, what exactly does the Avatar do when he comes? What’s your take on that?”
“He purges things,” said John. “There’s a consensus from all those sources that that’s the first order of
business. He cleans out all the rot and decay that’s been piling up through the whole eon.”
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Victor asked Alethea, “How’s your cabin coming along?”
“We finished it last year,” she said, “just in time for winter. It’s real cozy. Now we don’t have to live in the
van any more ~ except when we travel, of course.”
“Hey, that’s great,” said Victor. They talked about some mutual friends, and I got the impression that
there had been an attempt to start a commune or an intentional community, but evidently it had broken
up. “Now it’s just us again,” said Alethea, indicating their little nuclear family.
“Right,” said Chronos, “we were really disappointed. It seems like there’s such a nice spirit in the tribe,
like when people get together for the Dead and at Gatherings, but when you try to hunker down and
really make a go of it, why, it never lasts. It’s always ‘do what thou wilt’, and everybody goes their
separate ways.”
“Well, sure,” said Mia, “we’re all individualists. That’s why we’re out here in Rainbow-land instead of
slaving away for the Macrobot to get a little tomb-with-a-view in the ’burbs.”
“Even so,” said Alethea, “it’s be nice to be part of a real community. If we’re all about love and
brotherhood, I don’t see why it shouldn’t be so.”
This seemed to trigger something in Victor. “Oh!” he said, “I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the community, the...
the family.”
“Where was this?” asked Chronos.
Victor looked embarrassed, and he hesitated to answer. Alethea put her hand on his knee and said,
“C’mon, Victor, you can tell us. We’re friends!”
He looked at her and said, “It was in. . . another world. It was in the metasphere, like I was telling you
about.”
Alethea didn’t bat an eyelash. “Did it have a name?”
“Yes. They called it Thule.”
There was a second or two of silence, which somehow seemed very charged. It was John Harlequin who
broke it. “Thule,” he said, rolling the syllables on his tongue. “It seems as if I’ve heard that name a long
time ago, but I can’t recollect exactly where.”
END QUOTE. To read the whole story, click here:
The Song of Thule
Lyrics by Joseph Kerrick
At the heart of all and in the farthest stars
Lies Thule.
Thule is a world of shadowlight,
A million shades of radiance past
The blackest black and whitest white.
Omphalos up the Arctic mast,
Umbilicus to Polaris bright,
And on beyond Andromeda, fast
As thought and straighter than a laser's flight
To Thule.
A billion stars in a galactic disk,
A trillion disks in a supersphere,
A quadrillion spheres in all that is,
Descried by the telescope's eye and ear.
A quintillion leagues beyond all this
Is Thule. And yet it's here.
Refrain:
Thule, Thule, past the farthest star.
Thule, Thule, show us what we are.
Thule, Thule, stardust in our brain.
Thule, Thule ~ when the world we remain.
Thule is a world of shadowlight,
A million shades of radiance past
The blackest black and whitest white.
Omphalos up the Arctic mast,
Umbilicus to Polaris bright,
And on beyond Andromeda, fast
As thought and straighter than a laser's flight
To Thule.
A billion stars in a galactic disk,
A trillion disks in a supersphere,
A quadrillion spheres in all that is,
Descried by the telescope's eye and ear.
A quintillion leagues beyond all this
Is Thule. And yet it's here.
Before the dawn of mind on Earth
Came ships of light across the abyss
From Thule.
They ensouled the ape and gave us birth,
And raised us up and made us wish
For Thule.
We morphed and changed, and grew in worth,
With the Father's hand and Mother's kiss
Of Thule.
They wanted us to be gods like them
With lucid skin and golden hair,
And hold the cosmos in our ken,
And climb up evolution's stair
To Thule.
But even the best-laid plans of gods
Can go astray, with mortal will
And human weakness in the cards.
We lost our perch, and are falling still;
All that's left are shards
Of Thule. . .
And these will soon be ground up in the mill.
Now at the end we have one last chance
To redeem the sacred spark inside us,
And save the race for another dance
Before eternal night shall hide us.
We've shrunk so small that we must call
Upon the gods to save us.
Let them come right now to hear our vow,
As we ask for heavy favors.
Father, Mother, Son, and Daughter,
Listen to our plea:
Deva Pa, Devi Ma, Ramas, Savitri!
And RamaSavitUR, all in one ~
For once and future Thule
We will fight on till the light is won,
Or till we are buried truly!
So send your light and send your might,
And send the ships of Thule.
Refrain.
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To see images of the Gods named in the lyrics, go to:
The Undiscovered Edda
Hearken, all ye hallowed beings,
Both high and low of Thule's kindred,
I'll tell you now of hidden things
As God himself may have remembered.
Like endless sea without an isle
There was a void: Ginnungagap.
No boat sailed upon this Nihil,
No hand nor pen could draw a map.
Then suddenly there came a spark
Of brilliant flame upon the deep ~
A single star within the dark,
And soon the fire danced and leaped.
This fiery world, called Muspelheim,
By inverse power gave birth to ice,
Which melted down and turned to rime
And spawned a seed of Paradise.
Surtur’s urge with blazing heat
Would soon devour the budding world;
But from the frost there sprang Savit.
Her womb across the Gap unfurled ~
It wrapped the surging flame around,
And formed a shaft, a hollow rod;
Thus cock in cunt was firmly bound
And hence became the Will of God.
Now the seed shot up the lingam
And blossomed forth, an instant birth:
Behold the Light, behold the Kingdom
Of Heaven, Hel, and Midgard-Earth.
The act of love had made the Sun,
Called Savitur, for they were One.
Around the Light the planets spun,
Like a dance, nine worlds in one.
But though the All is indivisible,
Below the ground, beyond the mountain
Lie hidden realms and worlds invisible,
Which always drink from Surtur’s fountain.
Indeed the Lingam is a Tree,
From roots of which the worlds all spring;
Whatever was and is to be
Is graven in each layered ring.