Book II: The Scrolls of Lemuria
Chapter 4: The Lamentations of Lyra
My favorite part of The Scrolls of Lemuria involves the ‘Lamentations of Lyra.’ I don’t quite remember if Lyra was a real person or if the ancients among the Mu Men made her up out of whole cloth like the shams of so many of your human religious ‘prophets’, but regardless let me tell you who Lyra supposedly was in the Mylar culture and why her lamentations made me so happy.
Whether Lyra was a flesh-and-blood priestess or a collective fever dream of the Mu men matters little. What matters is what she built. She was the architect of the Crystal Towers of Lemuria, the primary power-nodes of the Eastern Rim.
As I’ve explained, the Flat Earth isn’t just a rock; it’s filled with energy and frequency. Lyra figured out how to tune giant quartz monoliths to the hum of Gaia’s Aether. These towers weren’t just “healing centers”; they were the central brain for the Mylar’s global energy grid. They powered the Star Forts, Pyramids, and Aetheric Resonators. They kept the climate stable and allowed those little tail-bearing runts to live in a perpetual “Golden Age” while I was stuck in my Life Labs still trying to make a soul-receptacle out of Adam’s spare parts.
I watched Lyra. I took notes. And then, I got bored.
Also, and let me be clear, it wasn’t any of Lyra’s accomplishments that thrilled me. Oh, I was intrigued by her work, but her success didn’t lead her to lamentations. Instead I played a part in bringing her to sadness – and that’s a far more interesting story!
Phase One: The Brutz and the Crushing of the Grid
My first move wasn’t a flood; it was a hammer. In spite of my prior failures, eventually I scored a big (literally BIG!) win – when I successfully created a group of giants out of stone. I showed them to the first man Adam and he ran off screaming. (Don’t worry I didn’t let the giants hurt old Adam – I still needed the man to create Mankind).
I created them Brutz. You’d call them Trolls or Ogres—massive, lumbering piles of animated stone and spite. Since I couldn’t make a soul, I made a sentient weapon. I even dropped a few in the Great Ring (the oceans), watching them grow into the Leviathans that still give your sailors nightmares.
It’s true that neither the land or sea creatures were all that smart, and once again I’d failed to produce a mortal creature into which I could place a soul, but the reason I deemed this experiment a success is because…
This was the first time I had create a living species entirely on my own!
That’s gotta count for something, right?
The Brutz were the perfect low tech fighting force. They didn’t care about Aether or Vril Energy or Star Forts. They just liked to smash things. And because they had a mean streak by nature, they regularly clashed with the Mylars, Atlanteans, and Amorosi. They also nearly wiped out the witless Hyperboreans. But among all their ‘prey,’ The Brutz were especially fond of the little people.
And while I was a bit disappointed to see that Mu men and their friends always (eventually) defeated my creatures, more often than not they all paid a heavy price in the process — so much so that within a few centuries the Children of Mu started receding into the farther corners of the world so they didn’t have to fight.
This was the trigger for the first of Lyra’s Lamentations in the Scrolls of Lemuria and it marked the beginning of the Mylar’s ‘recession’ from the world abroad.
Phase Two: The Gupz and the Terror from the Dome
Things happened quickly from there – relatively speaking. Within ten centuries more, I had added to the Mylar’s troubles — and gave Lyra a bunch more reasons to record her lamentations — when I created a species of flying blood sucking creatures by warping the genes of some of the little people I’d captured on my travels around the flat plane that was your world. I was a bit perhaps over aggressive in my genetic experiment here and looking back I have to admit that the result was a bit comical – I’d blended the genes of the mylars with some bats and a few canines and I ended up with a pitiful little reptilian-like dog that had scales all over its body and tiny spikes down its back, along with an amazingly effective pair of leathery wings that somehow allowed it to fly.
You call them Chupacabras. I called them “Piranhas of the Air.” They were aggressive, scale-covered, and they could fly right up to the very edge of the Firmament. They swarmed the Mylar cities, clogging the intake valves of their Aether-towers and draining the “Vril” energy right out of their devices. Imagine your entire high-tech civilization being slowly eaten by flying, scaly dogs. That was another reason for Lyra to lament.
When the Children of Mu started getting tormented by my Gupz, that pretty much sent those who were still living in the main lands over the edge – the few that were left “in the open” quickly followed the rest of their clan mates into the hidden wilds of the world.
Phase Three: The Mud Flood Reset
I could have left it at that – the Mylars were probably not going to bother me after that, but I prefer to kick a dog when he’s down and so I decided to finish off the Mu Men. The coup de grâce, the masterpiece was the Liquefaction.
I realized that Lyra’s Crystal Towers were keeping the soil of the Flat Earth a bit too stable through high-frequency vibrations. So, I did a little “re-tuning” of my own. I sent a massive surge of discordant energy through the plane-t’s ley lines.
The effect was instantaneous. The ground didn’t just shake; it melted. This was the first Great [Mud] Flood of the Pre-History era.
The grand Mylar cities, with their star-shaped bastions and crystalline spires, simply sank into the earth. The lower levels—the heavy machinery, the power hubs, the vast libraries of “Mu”—were swallowed by twenty to thirty feet of instant, suffocating silt.
The frequency-tech that had powered their “Utopia” was now buried, trapped in the cold, wet earth. This was the end of the “First Age.”
The surviving Mylars didn’t just “go into hiding.” They fled to the edges of the flat disc – to the main island of Lemuria – it was in tatters but still their original home.
Using the last of their functioning tech, they engaged in a massive terraforming project. They didn’t build a wall of stone; they used the freezing temperatures of the outer rim to create a Planet-Encircling Wall of Ice.
You think modern day Antarctica is a continent at the “bottom” of a ball. Wrong. It is a ring—a barrier. The Mylars used it to wall themselves out of the inner mess of the flat earth. They took the Outer Ring of the plane-it for themselves, leaving you—the “trash races”—locked inside the inner circle.
As for the ‘security’ of the Mylars wall – while it did serve their purpose to keep the rest of the world away from them, the fact is that their ice barrier wasn’t 100% secure. In fact there were/are many ways inside the wall – if you know where to look. [I doubt you’ll ever find a way inside and I know the current rulers of the planet wouldn’t let you even if you wanted to].
As for me, I didn’t need any tricks to bypass the Mylar’s barrier – as a god, I always had the ability to teleport wherever I wanted to, as did my lumenarc friends. I could have continued to torture Pan’s children if we’d wanted to, but Pan grew rather fond of his offspring for a time and decided to protect them. It wasn’t worth the hassle of dealing with an angry Pan, so for the most part I left the Mylar’s to themselves until Pan (in typical god-like fashion) forgot about ‘his’ people.
[Interesting Side Note: What of the cities they left behind inside the Ice Wall? The mud eventually dried. The tops of the Star Forts and the tips of the Pyramids remained poking out of the new earth. Thousands of years later, when the descendants of Enok (and his Tartarians) spread across the world, they found these “pre-built” wonders. They dug them out, of course. They saw the grand windows peeking out of the ground—what you now call “basement windows”—and they just assumed the “ancients” liked to build halfway into the dirt. They moved into the Mylar Star Forts, cleaned the mud off the resonators, and pretended they’d invented the whole thing. And while Enok might have known that his people were living on the grave of a superior race, using recycled Mylar toys to build their “Empire of Tartaria” – he never publicized that fact. Although it probably wouldn’t have mattered if he did – after all, modern day history is so rife with ‘misinformation’ even the Tartarians have been scrubbed out of existance].
As for the Mylars, they still exist even to this very day – most still behind the ice – but occasionally, a few wander back in. You find them in places like Ireland, hiding in the mounds, whispering about the days before the mud took the light.
And so the era of The Children of Mu’s reign was completed.
Next up – Time to Destroy Atlantis and pave the way for the Rise of Mankind!
The Apocrypha of Azazel 