So Quetzalcoatl, Bochicha and Viracocha, the wise,…bushy-bearded [Giant] men, clad in austere black garments, or robes, departed by sea or land to their home country of Atlantean Hy-Brazil, and the [so called] gods of culture, knowledge, wisdom, civilization and enlightenment began to prepare for a long sojourn in the twilight.
Then THE WANDERING PLANET STREAMED INTO OUR EARTHS SKIES, and must have been noted in awe and amazement by the astronomers peering from their high towers in the white cities of Hy-Brazil, and the fatherland of older Atlantis. Warlike races from old Atlantis had, as the priests of Sais and Heliopolis told Solon, invaded Western Europe and the Mediterranean, and reached almost as far east along the North African shores as the land of Egypt on the Nile. As the world dominators stood, confronting the pre-Hellenic races of old Attica, who alone opposed their overwhelming power and menace, tremendous earthquakes shook the ground. The blazing sky turned to night—a night rent with terrific lightning-flashes and a rain of vast meteorites upon the stricken Earth. Men flew to the mountaintops, only to be stricken with fear and madness, at what the skies disclosed. ALOFT, THE WANDERING PLANET seemed hourly changing her colour, course and size.