2.1 The Hyperboreans

Book II: The Scrolls of Lemuria
2.1: The Hyperboreans

Now that you know the true story of creation, it’s time to continue expanding your mind with knowledge. I know you foolishly believe that Mankind is the dominant race on the planet, but that belief never was (or is) true.

Just because you don’t see the people that are smarter than you doesn’t mean they aren’t real.

Have you ever considered that maybe the creatures that have superior intelligence don’t want you to see them?

With that in mind, let me tell you a bit about some of the ‘root’ races of Terra…

You’ll recall in the book Genesis Revisited that I wanted to breed intelligent beings who were capable of reproducing on their own AND which I could control by forcing a stellarone soul inside them. I created Adam and the first woman Lilith for this very purpose. Both of them qualified as ‘intelligent’ and they both had souls Lucifer and I forced into them. I could control them to a degree, but try though I might, I couldn’t get them to breed together.

Never one to shy away from a problem, I figured maybe I could work with them individually. Lilith’s demeanor was not something I wanted to deal with at first so I decided I’d start with the man. And Adam, bless his simple heart, was remarkably easy to manipulate when his hormones were involved. I pointed him toward the most suitable beasts the Flat Earth had to offer: the apes. A bit of divine “gussying up,” a dash of pheromones, and voilà—the Hyperboreans were born.

Now, pay attention, because this is where your “geography” gets interesting. You think of the world as a spinning ball—a ridiculous notion, really, like a flea clinging to a marble—but the reality is far more elegant. Your world was (and still is) a vast, stable plane, a disc of cosmic soup hardened into reality by Lucifer’s ambition that I coaxed along. And at the very heart of this disc, the magnetic center where the compass needles all scream in submission, lies the North Pole – where we trapped Gaia into a divine cage and forced her to give life to your world.

In those early days, the center wasn’t just a frozen wasteland; it was the seat of my first grand experiment.

The Hyperboreans were a sight to behold. Imagine a creature with the raw, primal power of a silverback but the upright posture and dexterous hands of Adam. They were dark-skinned, barrel-chested, and possessed a loyalty that was almost… well, endearing, if I were the type to be endearingly moved. Which I am not.

I set them to work immediately. They were the laborers who moved the very foundations of the early world – under my direction, of course. Long before you humans were created, the Hyperboreans were doing the dirty work of terraforming the planet – helping to further shape the early Pangea landmass. They expanded upon a massive continent in the center of the planet—a cradle that once sat right at the heart of the Flat Earth.

Sadly, in addition to their low intelligence, they had a glaring flaw: they were empty inside. No matter how hard I tried to shove a stellarone soul into a Hyperborean, the “fit” was wrong. It was like trying to put a silk lining in a burlap sack. Without that spark of celestial madness, they were just… drones. Incredibly strong, but drones nonetheless.

Eventually, as Adam moved on to other chores I assigned to him, the Hyperborean race began to diverge. Most of them stayed in the warmth of the main central landmass, migrating outward as the world cooled and we “gods” played our games of war and banishment with each other. Unfortunately for them, without a deity to guide them, and as other new, more intelligent and adaptable races competed for the finite resources of your world, the ape-men slowly died out. I suppose a few may have mated with the early versions of mankind I later coaxed out of Adam and Eve, but eventually only a small fraction of pure blood Hyperboreans remained – tiny groups and loners who kept to the forests in the corners of the world – rarely seen Sasquatch people.

Fewer still were those who tried to survive near the center of the plane-t. Over the millennia the climate there changed. Except at the very apex, the lands protecting the primary pole became a place of biting frost and eternal magnetism. Most creatures fled. But the Hyperboreans who survived adapted. They grew thick, white fur, their hides toughened against the ice, and they became the silent sentinels of the Magnetic North – Abominable Snowman if you will. While the rest of your kind forgot the center even existed, these Arctic Hyperboreans remain even to this day, guarding the barrier where Gaia is bound. They are still there, you know. Watching. Waiting for the day the Firmament cracks.

I’ll admit, in the beginning, when they first held my attention, seeing Hyperboreans fill the central landmass was satisfying for a time. It gave the planet a sense of… population. But for a being of my stature, watching them was like watching an ant farm. They were predictable. They didn’t plot. They didn’t scheme. They didn’t have that delicious, simmering resentment that makes a soul truly useful to me. I grew tired of them and let them die out.

In the end, they were a “miss” in the grand design of my ascension. I needed something more. I needed a race that could love me and hate me with equal fervor—a race that could be manipulated into building empires for the glory of “Gods” I made up just to keep them busy.

As a result, it was back to the drawing board…