Legend of Mu (Lemuria)

By James Hendershot

A look into our mysterious past discovers the world that existed between Jupiter and Mars. A rogue galactic Empire destroyed a world known as Phaeton, likewise, erasing life from neighboring planets even striking the Earth’s moon. Jannic leads a group of citizens and slaves as they absconded their homeland just in time en route for the home planet of his lover Avigayl, Earth. Avigayl gains them access to this protected primitive planet. They surrendered all their great technology and through countless environmental disasters, pandemics, eventually created a pronounced Empire. Their people, known as the Lemurians were not able to defeat greed, love of evil, as these lovers of evil destroyed the holy ones removing any morel safeguards. The evil surpassed that of Sodom and Gomorra. Fortunately, approximately 80,000 years earlier, an aficionado of knowledge and peace solidified a relationship with representatives for many of the Empires that once walked the surface, but now enjoy the great rewards of the underworld. Gvidas’s pronounced accomplishments drove his King insane met a reward of public execution. Future generations carried on his beliefs until the end when evil destroyed an Empire on the verge of inter galactic travel. A small group escaped through underground tunnels built billions of years earlier and resettled in Europe. Through the journey, these people witnessed the sinking of Lemuria, visited a giant canyon in America enjoying items stored by aliens for future humans, through the deep underworld where they would strategically create many new settlements in Europe. As Algusians and would permit no other humanoids co-existence. They slowly killed or drove the Neanderthals from Europe and began their new lives as they progress to dominate the Earth. The question remains, will these children of Lemuria destroy this generation as they did their previous world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Nov 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781490785868

James Hendershot

James Hendershot, D.D., was born in Marietta, Ohio, and finally settled in Caldwell, Ohio, where he eventually graduated from high school. After graduating, he served four years in the Air Force and graduated magna cum laude with three majors from the prestigious Marietta College. He then served until retirement in the US Army, during which time he earned his master’s of science degree from Central Michigan University in public administration and his third degree in computer programming from Central Texas College. His final degree was the honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity from Kingsway Bible College, which provided him with keen insight into the divine nature of man. After retiring from the US Army, he accepted a visiting professor position with Korea University in Seoul, South Korea.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1 The Yellow Lightning

Chapter 2 Father Jannic and the Maldekians

Chapter 3 Journey to their new home

Chapter 4 The four mighty horses

Chapter 5 Förlorad Kärlek

Chapter 6 The Equidistant Kingdom

Chapter 7 The first Guido

Chapter 8 Mystery Trees Forest

Chapter 9 The Exodus

Author Bio

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CHAPTER 1

The Yellow Lightning

For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

Genesis

A wise man makes his own decisions,

an ignorant man follows the public opinion.

Chinese Proverb

Self-love and the love of the world constitute hell.

Swedenborg (1688-1772)

T his is the story of my life, which was bowdlerized and condensed when those who paced our streets became perverted monsters. I am called Udalric. I live under the Duke of Tobijus, a large territory north of the Sun Mountains, which steeple above the southern coast of Lemuria. I hope I did not confuse you about where I live. The current King of Lemuria, whose name is of no value here, divides his lands appointing Dukes to govern them. Each land carries the name of their Duke, and with it power from the King. The Duke’s name appears on all public buildings. My family lives in a research science town of Tilo alongside the beautiful Lover’s River. We call it the Lover’s River because one of our Kings fell in love with a slave while sailing on this river. The prophets declared it was the will of our creators bring great joy to the King as he eagerly obeyed the prophets, helped put the peoples’ blood in the royal blood, and began a special bond with his people. I searched my soul as best I could on how to tell my story of Lemuria, my home and world. This is the land where my ancestry established their roots and built their homes. We had our happy times and those times that created great challenges for us. We buried our dead, gave our daughters in marriage, and celebrated our holidays and mutual graduations. Nevertheless, where I sit at currently could exist no longer according to the holy ones. Several holy ones have boarded ships and floated off into the deep seas. We know where the other civilizations are from the traders who dock their ships in our harbors. The holy men are mocked and treated poorly. I like them, although I stay away from the temples for fear of my neighbors mocking me. Nevertheless, the priest Cyprien pleaded in secret for me to write this story, after which he would place it in a special container and when he left Lemuria. He discovered a secret entrance to the ancient tunnels and planned to exit our final destruction. The best method I know to reveal my life is to talk about my experiences as they come to my mind. Moreover, even though I am not overzealous in spiritual matters, I will trust they feed me enough so you can see and feel the wonderful world I am about to lose.

I hear the door slide shut from our front entrance. It used to close smoothly, nevertheless, now it chugged along its tracks on this chilly windy night. It is not my older brother, father, or grandfather entering currently, but instead it is my mother returning and she is angry. Her eyes are red to match her face. She is yelling at her father-in-law, my grandfather furiously because she could barely find two egortic blankets in the markets. Usually, a woman would not play with the men in her family; nevertheless, our family bends the rules somewhat considering my mother’s strength has provided benefits throughout our family’s history. We are especially thankful to my mother (Cinzia) who is one of the dwindling few women who are holding on to the ways of Borko, the father of our spiritual ways. Additionally, my mother has been successful with my two sisters (Dagny and Edzia.) Borko was among the first elders to arrive in our great western wobbled circle-like continent. They came here almost 175,000 suns earlier. The scientist who studies the skies gives us one sun each time the Earth makes one circle around the sun. Our weather has been extra chilly this year, causing our holy men to warn that our end days are near. My mother went out tonight looking for Egortics because of the increasing cold, which are blankets made from animal skin, a practice we ceased many years ago. They have become popular again, because they represent a victory over death, or the killing of a beast. My mother wants them because she claims they can handle adverse weather conditions much better, especially the cattle hid. We talk frequently about leaving with Cyprien through the long underground passages to other lands far away when the final days arrive. Cyprien is my mother’s brother. I cannot claim him as a relative, since only my father’s family counts as relatives. Different families apply unlike rules for special occasions, by unlawful family customs with merely unofficial adaptations.

My mother wants each of her five children to have cowhide pants and jacket, plus a large fury animal beast jacket to cover our cowhides. The names of my brothers are Edgus and Evron. I am the oldest son, and third child, because our sisters are older than we are. My father’s family teased my father endlessly when my mother gave him daughters the first two times. My mother regained her honor when her last three children were boys. My father later joked that he wanted to make the nannies for his sons first. Fortunately, for my sisters, our mother forbids any special treatment because of gender for her children. Subsequently, this rule turned out to benefit my brothers and me, forcing my father to be harder on my sisters, like he was with us. Even though our father was equal, or as close as possible, to each of us, although we each would claim he was harsher on them. Notwithstanding, the five of us resulted in children the even Cyprien approves, although not our goal, nevertheless, we are comfortable with our value systems and consider Cyprien’s approval as a pleasant added bonus.

Cyprien pays us a surprise visit. He tells his sister, Cinzia not to worry, he will provide us the special clothing we need for the underworld. Afterwards, he hugs my mother. For some unknown reason, we can feel the anger leave my mother and peace come to her body. Cyprien previously revealed to my father that since childhood, he could give his sister peace. Cyprien always attributed this to his spiritual blessings. My father, Filiberto, believes in the spiritual teachings of Cyprien, nevertheless, as most people will not confess this while in public. Our world is growing violet against spiritual people or establishments. Most temples already have been destroyed in violent riots. The priests do not wear their spiritual cloaking; contrarily, they wear traditional conservative clothing. The vast majority relocated to other towns. Fortunately, for us Cyprien served in a small temple in the Sun Mountains. This permitted him to spend some time with us. Accordingly, when priests visit, they stay inside so as not to pollute themselves with the evil that walks our streets daily. When the Gonosz raided and destroyed his temple, the priests escaped in a special tunnel that led to the valley below. Naturally, upon their escape, they destroyed the tunnel. They priests then dispersed to predetermined safe houses. This was when Cyprien came to our house. We had always kept Cyprien’s occupation a secret from our family. This was easy considering traditionally, families do not talk about their mother’s family. The rational for this is the belief that talking about her family would make her lonely, and challenge the family unit. This is why the Gonosz had reversed this tradition by speaking about the mother’s family. One defense, we employ when the Gonosz comes snooping around, is that we highlight that Cyprien is my mother’s brother.

Returning to my story, there is a special reason why this night is among my first memories. I remember the storms increasing their frequency. Our family terminated our weekly hikes for fear of being trapped in a large storm. The clouds were thick the majority of the days, blocking the sun retarding our vegetation. Nevertheless, the market was able to obtain our loss through trading. Another large supplier has entered our market with excellent ships and low prices. Cyprien tells us this new land will rise as we fall. It is scary to know your successor is already here. Many priests have already gone to this new land reporting success in building new temples and congregations. These shippers are wise in that they do not give much information to the Gonosz and overstate the size of their armies and navies back in their homeland, they call Atlantis. The largest resource for trade we have is slaves. Our Armies are gathering up the old tribes spread throughout our land. The Gonosz captured many of our poor people and mixed them in with this blend of primitive tribesmen. Cyprien tells us that many poor surrenders to these capturers to escape our imminent doom. Our family priest additionally shares with us the Atlantans, a term the priests use to describe these people, are distributing these people to selected lands throughout Earth. Several believe they do this to establish new markets while others, mostly priests, claim they are doing this in preparation for their eventual demise. The priests additionally believe that a new species is roaming the Earth that will eventually form by conquering or blending with the remaining lifeforms. Cyprien reveals this will happen after all the evil people are destroyed. This shows the degree of optimism he has for our people.

Consequently, Cyprien has good reason for being pessimistic. Our society is too close to complete degeneration. The women have turned into wild savage animals, as if they are predators seeking to abolish everything that was or will be. Even as a child, I was smart enough to have seen stories about the other lands within our planet. We have the most advanced, considering the other lands lived as we did 25,000 years earlier. That is unimportant or something that concerned me at this stage. I could, however sense something edgy about the adults who lived in my world. They struggled so hard to keep the outside world outside and us inside. My father is a government education official, and was therefore, able to obtain a three-year waiver to educate us at home. Educating at home required us to log into the education bureau and attend the classes in real time. This required my father to obtain additional dedicated lines, which was simply responding to a few screens. Uncle Cyprien manages our education, as he prefers to supplement it with the ‘words of the true elders,’ which he claimed was secret inscriptions from our furthermost superior progenitors. Nevertheless, my siblings and I enjoy these added lessons. We have accepted the world outside that we no more than can witness when our viewing portals are opened, our true life will begin in a new land.

This night burns strong in my memory. It was the first time I witnessed a yellow lightning bolt. I saw white lightning bolts throughout my complete life. The yellow lightning bolts kept flashing. Our complete family sat in front of an open viewing portal (two in thick Plexiglas with two steel doors, one in front and the other behind, which can conceal the window) to witness this new phenomenon. Cyprien opens one of his books and shocks us with a special picture and warning from the elders. He reads this warning, The yellow lightning will appear in those last days. Stay in your homes until these passes. Prepare to travel across the underworld on the paths we have given to you. The ending in nigh and fewer than four suns before darkness shall swallow those who have disobeyed the creator’s laws. He continues to read, Those who hear our words be calm, for we shall save you in the hour when darkness shall reign. These words sent a chill through my seven-year-old body. I remember heat burning my face. The heat was emanating from me; fortunately, my mother immediately began spraying my face with water. Enthusiastically she was squirting all our heads. Consequently, Cyprien began singing one of his spiritual songs, which brought limited peace to our home. The yellow lightning was hitting the trees and the road. Cyprien alerted us to give attention to how the lightning avoided the buildings. While we watched in amazement, three nude intoxicated women stroll by our portal. Edgus and Evron began cheering as Dagny and Edzia rushed to cover their eyes with their hands. My mother covered my father’s eyes, as he complained; this was nothing new for him to see. I was sitting next to Cyprian, while closing his eyes immediately covered mine. This did not genuinely interest me. It was dark outside, with thick clouds to block the stars.

As I got that flash glimpse of their bodies, it brought back memories of me playing with Fabius, my best friend. He lived next door to us and was a late in life birth. His father is 200 years old while his mother is 195. Most couples begin their family as they reach 100 years of age. Our lives are pretty much preplanned for us. Our initial five years we spend with our mother’s parents. After those years, we never see them another time. Supposedly, this is believed to be good for us by teaching us disciplined, emotional control, and obedience. I feel sorry for them. I do not remember much about my earlier childhood; nevertheless, at that time it was fresh in my mind. Even so, I still remember how I was so sad for almost two years following my return. When I focus on this event in my memory, the pain of my cries, begin to haunt me. I find it wiser to do as we all have done, and that is to forget it. My parents did it, so did the generations before. The sad logic is that it makes stronger people, those who will obey without question. This may be the true reason why our world fell. When people discover a rule is foolish; when it has no social value, the cost of the sorrow must be paid. The payment is to challenge all the laws, and by removing those who made these senseless laws. This is a part of what I saw happen in Lemuria, it was not the lone cause; however, just as a match starts a fire, the material around it expands the fire until it is out of control. The destruction of such a large part of the ancestry was enough to start the fire. Afterwards, evil provided the fuel.

Continuing, with the sequence of our life stages, after age five we return to our home and begin stage one of your social education. This stage will endure for thirteen years. This prepares us for the basic functions in our society, including three years of extensive history and social laws. Our social laws are rigid and the lone form of segregation we have is by family lines. One is a one race Empire, the race of the King, which will never change. It cannot ever be different, for only one other land will ever have our race, and that is the new colonies of Atlantis. They were new when I was seven, notwithstanding they grew quickly with the mass exodus of our priests. We have a large continent northeast of us that has another species of humans whose eyes are almost closed. Our legends say this developed because they came from the icy lands, and the sun’s bright rays forced them to squint to see. Subsequently, the other side of our world lays another continent pass Atlantis that has a dark-skinned species. When slave traders bring these species to our lands, we reject them. The King has declared that only his race shall live in Lemuria, as they did in Maldek and Onuphrius, the two worlds before ours. To be truthful, we spend one year of history classes on these two great Empires before ours. This is one reason Cyprien constantly complains how that we must be close to the end of time, because so much has happened before us, how can there be anything more to learn. The two fields we do not advance in are space travel and advanced weapons of war, learning from the dangers learned from the Maldek and the Onuphrius. These sciences are kept under strict guard by the holy ones, who have hidden these mysteries deep inside the Earth where no king may find them. The lone holy ones who know of this location are guarded inside the holy one’s tunnels with fail proof security guards that for any to seek them, they will die in the belly of the Earth.

Once we complete our thirteen years of social training we proceed to our social contribution period, which is for eight years when we do our military service and work on our social structures, such as roads, buildings, and such. The rationale is we will be more vested in a land we helped build. The next stage is the professional training. This period lasts ten years and is monitory for all to complete. Several who struggle may spend twice that number of years to complete this. Perfection is gained through hard work and mastery through extensive practice. This is how we continue to make new discoveries. Those who received no Repeats will be thirty-six years of age when they begin to occupy their first official positions. We will actually serve in our first position until age 100, when as our children enter society for their social contribution period and professional training. Ironically, their parents will enter their second professional training and after completing this training work in this new field for forty-years, then at age 150, proceed to be trained for their third professional training, which is most times working in the service of the King. We retire around age 225, and enjoy the remaining average of seventy-five years in retirement are in the service of the holy ones. This pattern has served us well for around 175,000 plus sun rotations. We have seen a slow deviation in this obedient process within the last few thousand years. Those who reject this process are usually captured by the King and sold as slaves, most time sent to the cold mountain lands northeast of Atlantis. There they can breed with the species we call the Ne’Anders, which means the ugly ones.

Our society promotes having best friends. Therefore, whenever we go outside a best friend will accompany us. My sisters have multitudes of best girlfriends, as my brothers, and I have few best boyfriends each. I have one best friend, and he is Fabius, who every time I go to talk about, so many other things flood to my mind. Fabius and I enjoy driving our water-powered wagons up to the mountains and racing on the children’s racetracks. These exciting twisted eight-shaped racetracks provide a stimulating challenge. We push these wagons as demanding as we can. We have no fear, considering all wagons had stopping shields preventing them from touching another object. We learn from history that in the ancient days, the wagons had no stopping shields and accidental contact with other objects, especially at what in those days was considered fast, resulted in great bodily injury or even death. Fabius and I, as do our classmates when we discussed this at school cannot believe people would operate vehicles without stopping shields, nor could we visualize a world where governments would permit devices that transport people without stopping shields. Such a place would be accordingly pitiable as the lands of the Ne’Anders. Fabius and I agree we are so lucky to not to live in the uncivilized parts of our world or in the barbaric times that followed the fall of Maldek and the rise of Lemuria. Those terrible days’ people bathed in water, which contained so many bacteria and other dreadful things. We naturally bath in bagnos, which use no water. Notwithstanding, instead unique lasers that kill all bacteria and any viruses in the enter bagnos room, and then mix special chemicals that dissolve the dirt, adding bacteria and virus killers to the dirt as it is sucked out of the bagnos room’s vents, after that special skin oils and absorbable vitamins combined with minerals are applied to our skin. The chemical, dirt that goes back into the air aids in fighting insects as well. The medical court continually modifies our skin agent sprays to improve our health, and prevent any plagues. Plagues caused many deaths in our early years.

Fabius and I consistently do our homework together, under the supervision of our hombots. Hombots are machines that behave and appear as if they were human; the primary difference is they are painted orange for domestic duty. They were programmed in our academic subjects. Accordingly, they aided our understanding. Unfortunately, they would not provide us answers or lord forbid, do our homework on our behalf. Bots have many classifications. They handle all manual labor in our society. Our factories merely have half-dozen people, and that is mainly for security. The majority of our law enforcement is bots. When a bot arrests us, we begin preparing for jail, because they continuously have all the proof, they need for a conviction. Accordingly, this appears to control simply a few, those who are loyal to the king or the holy elders. The rebels against Lemuria are arrested and punished; nevertheless, when one is arrested ten more join their cause. Consequently, to reduce the number of scuffles, the loyalists walk on one sidewalk, while the rebels walk on the other sidewalk. The bots have been programed to concentrate around the public facilities and protect those who follow the king or holy elders.

Accordingly, Fabius and I struggle a lot to do great in our studies and many additional courses on construction techniques of the ancient. I told him that the new ways were always found first in the old ways. He believes I am doing this, so we can both join a great social architectural or construction organization. The true purpose is for survival training when we make our exodus. Cyprien believes we each must accept a part in our survival when reaching the new world. He negotiated each of our roles, believing if we do something, which is enjoyable or feels comfortable our production will be maximized. I feel bad that I cannot tell Fabius my true intentions; notwithstanding his family has no associations with the holy elders or their representatives. We know that most people keep their spirituality secret, even so, Cyprien has sent unofficial inquiries through his comrades, and no one reported involvement with Fabius’s family. Fabius has confided in me about his mother’s rather radical behavior lately. She has engaged in irrational activities that concern his father. Fabius reports that his parents fight regularly now. He is afraid that his father may join some of his mother’s groups. Fabius was worried the other day when he witnessed his siblings cutting up their family cat. Afterwards, they filled small cups of blood and dispensed it on each. Fabius was so afraid they were going to drink it, as we have heard others practice. Fabius waited until he could speak with both parents at the same time to inform them. He suspected his mother might have been a contributing factor in this pitiful display of evil. His mother immediately tried to rationalize this as an act of great love and respect. Fabius became so angry that he spun a plate toward his mother. He did not put all his might or skill into it, and thereby forced his mother to duck. We have spent hours practicing spin the plates. Both Fabius and I can hit our targets perfectly the length of our backyards or sixty feet.

Cyprien has ordered that we tell no one about our escape plans. These plans are not a secret, and any who come to the temples will escape with the temple’s group. Surprisingly, few go to the temple, not wanting to be harassed by the gangs that block them. Even so, safe times are advertised. These are times when the bots guard the entrances with their weapons set to kill. There have been some terrible conflicts at the temples, nevertheless, the King has authorized this, and thus no one can forbid it. The King is bound by the royal creed that accepts its powers from the holy elders by ancient right and law. At any time, with a cause, the holy elders can dethrone a king and give the throne to the next in line. The holy elders cannot, nor would they ever sit on the throne. Over 500 times in the previous 100,000 years they have dethroned a king. This was built into our Empire’s laws in the beginning to prevent unnecessary and bloody civil wars. Unfortunately, this has not prevented all civil wars, as we have fought against ourselves seven times in our history. This has been when rogue groups attempted to overthrow the throne and when Dukes would attempt to gain independence for the territories from the throne. The latest anti-social activities are the first ones in our history to challenge the holy elders. The rebels express their antisocial outbreaks when in groups. The rebels who are alone behaved, as do other loyal crown servants. This is why my father goes to work the same time as the other men in our neighborhood. They leave at the same time and return at the same time. The mothers and children do the same thing. Our parents organize special activities for the children in our community, which encompasses twenty-five manors.

We are lucky to live in such a luxurious section of Tilo. My father is generous with his wages, as the average payroll total donations, payroll percentage is twenty-five percent. These donations stay in our Duke’s kingdom. The Duke matches all donations; therefore, the people control the amount of money