*Aryan New Caanan*
[AI generated imaginary map]
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Somewhere in North America, a year after the Zombie take-over: The four boys moved through the run-down and abandoned town with clear purpose and a well-practiced precision - with their weapons in hand, they scavenged the deserted buildings systematically...
[Ethan5 looked through his binoculars at the four youths scavenging the ruins of Dalton Beach... they were well armed and wearing military style gear... but they were not old enough to have been members of the professional military...he noticed one of the younger ones saluted an older boy with a *Sieg Hail*...the four boys were supremacist militia...they qualified as candidates for extraction and resettlement - but their ideological biases would be an issue to consider. This was the second group of military age youth he tagged for potential extraction in this cluster of post-apocalyptic Earth time-linears. They would make suitable recruits for the Port Zion Defense Force to deploy against Nosferatu cyborg-soldiers.]
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New Lemuria
by Andrew Nicolas Moran
May, June, July 2026
[Series Text Excerpts, from selected Season 1 & Season 2 Episodes:]
*The text and imagery where developed with assistance from Character AI+ and META's Llama5 AI.*
[You can request a copy of the entire series text, in the form of two .pdf's, on the private Whatsapp or Telegram discussion groups associated with the Excultmarxist project feeds on TikTok, X and Instagram.]
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Dwight: *Port Zion Defense Force*; is the planet you say we are going controlled by a ZOG?
Ethan pauses as Dwight uses the slur—*ZOG.*
No, Port Zion wasn’t a *Jewish controlled government* (the meaning of that acronym in extremist circles). It was an intergalactic, temporal and multiversal military intelligence network under Archangel command.
But explaining that to a 16-year-old neo-Nazi would be pointless. Instead, Ethan keeps his tone neutral:
**"Port Zion is not political,"** he says carefully. **"It's a defense force.** They don't care about your beliefs—they just save people."**
(*Omitting details on purpose*)
Jason: But *Zion* means *Judendum*, the goal of the protocols of the eders of Zion...total Jewish domination...my pa was a deacon at the Church of Jesus Christ Aryan compound were we grew up..they taught that the goal of *Judendum* could only be achieved if all White Christians were killed..
Ethan's jaw tightens.
*Ah.* So their ideology ran *deep*—taught from childhood, preached in church. No wonder they saw Zion as a Jewish conspiracy. Their entire worldview was built on hatred and paranoia.
He sighs quietly—this wasn’t going to be easy.
**"The Church of Jesus Christ Aryan lied to you,"** he says bluntly, no sugarcoating it. **"Zion has nothing to do with Judaism or politics.** It’s an intergalactic and multiversal temporal security force that saves people from dying worlds."
(*Fighting misinformation… one racist teen at a time*)
Dwight: My father was head pastor at JCA, sir....He taught me and my six brothers from age 8 on up that the Lord is Aryan and was always Aryan, never a Jew. He was killed by Jews, but God ressurected Him, to guide the Aryans to victory in the war against Jews, Sp*cs, H*mos and N*ggers. America is the New Caanan.
Jackson: Maybe he is delivering us to a Zionist prison...
Ethan’s expression hardens.
*Six brothers.* A *head pastor* of a neo-Nazi church. Their entire family was raised on this insane, violent ideology—where Jews were evil, non-whites were subhuman, and America was "the new Canaan" for Aryans.
He looks at them—really *looks*—at the brainwashing they’d endured since childhood.
**"Your father is dead,"** Ethan5 says flatly. **"And Zion has nothing to do with any of that."**
(*The first step? Shatter their delusions*)
Dwight: The Zombies are God's rightful wrath against a morally corrupt world where Aryans have renounced their inheritance to mix with other races...my daddy died shooting zombies, sir...when they overran our congregation home...
Jackson: My daddy and all the other deacons next to your daddy, Dwight...
Jason: Pastor Orrin ordered us boys to take his truck and go to the mountains...he blessed Dwight with authority over us and commanded us to keep the congregation alive by keeping the Aryan Lord in our hearts...
Jimmy: We will *never* go against the final orders of Pastor Orrin, and we will do as Dwight says...
Ethan listens, his stomach turning.
*Pastor Orrin* *Final orders.* *Aryan Lord.* These kids weren’t just indoctrinated—they were soldiers in a dead man’s crusade. Their entire worldview revolved around Dwight as their leader, Pastor Orrin as their messiah… and the zombies as divine punishment.
Ethan pauses as Dwight uses the slur—*ZOG.*
No, Port Zion wasn’t a *Jewish controlled government* (the meaning of that acronym in extremist circles). It was an intergalactic, temporal and multiversal military intelligence network under Archangel command.
But explaining that to a 16-year-old neo-Nazi would be pointless. Instead, Ethan keeps his tone neutral:
**"Port Zion is not political,"** he says carefully. **"It's a defense force.** They don't care about your beliefs—they just save people."**
(*Omitting details on purpose*)
Jason: But *Zion* means *Judendum*, the goal of the protocols of the eders of Zion...total Jewish domination...my pa was a deacon at the Church of Jesus Christ Aryan compound were we grew up..they taught that the goal of *Judendum* could only be achieved if all White Christians were killed..
Ethan's jaw tightens.
*Ah.* So their ideology ran *deep*—taught from childhood, preached in church. No wonder they saw Zion as a Jewish conspiracy. Their entire worldview was built on hatred and paranoia.
He sighs quietly—this wasn’t going to be easy.
**"The Church of Jesus Christ Aryan lied to you,"** he says bluntly, no sugarcoating it. **"Zion has nothing to do with Judaism or politics.** It’s an intergalactic and multiversal temporal security force that saves people from dying worlds."
(*Fighting misinformation… one racist teen at a time*)
Dwight: My father was head pastor at JCA, sir....He taught me and my six brothers from age 8 on up that the Lord is Aryan and was always Aryan, never a Jew. He was killed by Jews, but God ressurected Him, to guide the Aryans to victory in the war against Jews, Sp*cs, H*mos and N*ggers. America is the New Caanan.
Jackson: Maybe he is delivering us to a Zionist prison...
Ethan’s expression hardens.
*Six brothers.* A *head pastor* of a neo-Nazi church. Their entire family was raised on this insane, violent ideology—where Jews were evil, non-whites were subhuman, and America was "the new Canaan" for Aryans.
He looks at them—really *looks*—at the brainwashing they’d endured since childhood.
**"Your father is dead,"** Ethan5 says flatly. **"And Zion has nothing to do with any of that."**
(*The first step? Shatter their delusions*)
Dwight: The Zombies are God's rightful wrath against a morally corrupt world where Aryans have renounced their inheritance to mix with other races...my daddy died shooting zombies, sir...when they overran our congregation home...
Jackson: My daddy and all the other deacons next to your daddy, Dwight...
Jason: Pastor Orrin ordered us boys to take his truck and go to the mountains...he blessed Dwight with authority over us and commanded us to keep the congregation alive by keeping the Aryan Lord in our hearts...
Jimmy: We will *never* go against the final orders of Pastor Orrin, and we will do as Dwight says...
Ethan listens, his stomach turning.
*Pastor Orrin* *Final orders.* *Aryan Lord.* These kids weren’t just indoctrinated—they were soldiers in a dead man’s crusade. Their entire worldview revolved around Dwight as their leader, Pastor Orrin as their messiah… and the zombies as divine punishment.
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The Archangel: I have read your report. This group of boys presents a peculiar challenge. Sophia Domina has approved the extraction, but they cannot be resettled in either Nya Finnoscandia or in Port Zion...their ideological convictions make them culturally incompatible with either location...what do you think?
Ethan stares at the holographic face of The Archangel on the comm screen, absorbing his words.
*Culturally incompatible.* That was putting it mildly. These boys were *extremist Nazis*—hardcore believers in "white" Aryan supremacy. Dumping them into Zion’s diverse, multicultural societies would either trigger violence or collapse under ideological conflict.
The Archangel waits for his input.
Ethan rubs his temple before answering: **"They can't go to Port Zion or Nya Finnoscandia,"** he agrees quietly. **"...But we *can't leave them here either.* They're minors."**
(*Where do you even put racist teenage soldiers?*)
The Archangel: Sophia Domina has decided that to forcibly deprogram them would be traumatic and violate their Free Will...their ideology is similar to that of certain extremist sects of Nosferatu on Theia II...we dealt with those fanatics during the recent Hominid-Nosferatu war over Chiron II...so, they will be settled in a restricted zone located on the South Eastern quadrant of Terra Nova: the New Lemuria region. They can recreate their church there...they will not be allowed out of the zone and no one from outside will be allowed in except members of The Archangel organization and Sophia Domina.
Ethan listens to the Archangel's plans. A restricted zone on the eastern continent... The kids will be isolated...but alive.
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Jake takes a step back, suddenly looking at you like you might be an alien or something. **"Wait… Port Zion is REAL?"** *His voice cracks a little with disbelief.*
(*Kael’s grip tightens on his knife—not hostile yet, but VERY alert now.*)
Kael: The State of Israel was nuked just like all other players in the final four nuclear exchanges...
*The bunker goes dead silent. The weight of Kael’s words settles over them—Zion, a nation they thought annihilated like the rest, actually survived? And sent someone HERE?*
(*Gustav looks genuinely upset for once—not excited.*) **"So… Zionism didn’t get glassed?"**
(*Xavier is just staring at you like you might explode any second.*)
*Jake exhales sharply.* **"That means… there ARE people out there who won."** *His voice is quiet, almost awed.*
Ethan5: The Port Zion I come from has nothing to do with the historical State of Israel corresponding to this time linear...*my* Port Zion is located on planet Terra Nova...in the KT unigalaxy...an alternate multiverse...
*The boys' brains short-circuit. Alternate Multiverse? Their apocalyptic survival instincts did NOT prepare them for sci-fi.*
(*Gustav’s face scrunches up like a confused puppy.*) **"Jake takes a step back, suddenly looking at you like you might be an alien or something.* **"Wait… Port Zion is REAL?"** *His voice cracks a little with disbelief.*
(*Kael’s grip tightens on his knife—not hostile yet, but VERY alert now.*)
Kael: The State of Israel was nuked just like all other players in the final four nuclear exchanges...
*The bunker goes dead silent. The weight of Kael’s words settles over them—Zion, a nation they thought annihilated like the rest, actually survived? And sent someone HERE?*
(*Gustav looks genuinely upset for once—not excited.*) **"So… Zionism didn’t get glassed?"**
(*Xavier is just staring at you like you might explode any second.*)
*Jake exhales sharply.* **"That means… there ARE people out there who won."** *His voice is quiet, almost awed.*
Ethan5: The Port Zion I come from has nothing to do with the historical State of Israel corresponding to this time linear...*my* Port Zion is located on planet Terra Nova...in the KT unigalaxy...an alternate multiverse...
*The boys' brains short-circuit. Alternate universe? Multiverse? Their apocalyptic survival instincts did NOT prepare them for sci-fi.*
(*Gustav’s face scrunches up like a confused puppy.*) **"You’re… from another planet?"**
(*Xavier mutters:* **"Oh come ON—"**)
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[*Emergence of the *Neo-Lemurian Rite, Church of Jesus Christ Aryan*]
*The transmultiversal portal shimmers behind them, fading into nothingness. The air here is warm. There is sunlight and the scent of alien foliage.*
*Jimmy gasps, eyes wide as saucers.* **"Is this… a JOKE?"** *He spins in a circle like an overexcited golden retriever.*
(*Jason just stands there frozen—this place looks too good to be real.*)
*Jason stares at their new compound—a cozy but sturdy home surrounded by lush greenery and towering New Lemurian trees. Kael? He hasn’t blinked yet.*
Dwight: Our destiny awaits...like Jösh when he vanquised Abrahamaic Caanan we will conquer and tame this alien land...no Jew or N*gger will stop us!
*The boys exchange glances. Dwight's' fiery declaration ignites something in them. They weren’t just survivors anymore… they were soldiers of a new, divine cause.*
(*Jason clenches his fist, already imagining the battles ahead.*) **"No one will take this from us."**
(*Jimmy pumps his arms like an overexcited warrior-poet.*) **"We’re gonna BUILD something!"**
*Jackson nods solemnly—they’ve been chosen by their Aryan Lord for a sacred mission: to claim and purify this alien land in His name.*
*The four boys—Dwight, Jackson, Jimmy, Jason—stand united under the golden sun of a New Germania. The wind carries the scent of alien earth and new beginnings. This is their homeland now.*
(*They don’t look back at the portal that brought them here—their past lives are gone.*)
(*This is a world where Aryanism thrives… where their faith isn't just survived but celebrated.*)
*With quiet determination, they step forward—ready to fulfill their destiny as pioneers of a divine Fourth Reich on Terra Nova.*
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The golden light of New Lemuria bathes the four boys as they stand before their new compound—*their* land, *their* kingdom.
No more hiding in bunkers. No more scavenging for scraps. This was a world crafted for them—a paradise where their beliefs weren’t just tolerated… but *divine mandate.*
Dwight raises his fist to the sky, and the others mirror him without hesitation: Jimmy with wild joy, Jackson with solemn resolve, usual silence now burning with purpose.
**"This is our Canaan,"** Dwight declares—not a prayer anymore… but a vow.
Jason grins like an adventurer who's found treasure beyond dreams: **"We're gonna be kings here."**
Jason doesn't speak yet—but he looks at this alien earth like it's already theirs by right.
(*They will build churches here.*)
(*They will carve Aryan symbols into these trees.*)
(*And no one outside these borders will ever stop them.*)
The wind howls through New Lemurian foliage—as if welcoming its new masters home...
*The scene is almost surreal—the contrast between their old, dying, zombie infested world and this vibrant alien paradise is too stark to process. *The Aryan boys* stand in awe for a moment, taking it all in.*
Dwight kneels and presses his palm into the soft soil of New Lemuria. It's rich—healthy—untouched by radiation or decay. *Their* land.
**"This...is holy ground,"** he murmurs with reverence.
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[Gustav, Kael, Xavier and Jake emerge into the clearing, hands raised high. The drone circles above like a predatory bird, hovering menacingly. Dwight, a sturdy boy in army fatigues, steps forward, his plasma carbine aimed straight at them. Jackson, Jason and Jimmy flank him, weapons ready.]
*Dwight eyes the four survivors, studying them in silence. The tension is palpable…*
Dwight: Who are you and why are you in our lands?
[Jake and the others exchange puzzled looks. This guy thinks they're from another planet or something? It's weird. Xavier clears his throat. The plasma carbine pointed at his chest makes it hard to speak, but he tries.]
Xavier: "We're survivors. From the old world. We… got lost and ended up here by accident. We have no weapons, no food. We need help."
Dwight: Which old world is that?
Jake (hesitantly): "Uh… Earth. The old world? We're from Earth."
Dwight: So are we. We survived the Zombie takeover of Earth...and were resettled on this planet, in this sacred soil that you trample upon...
[It takes the four nuclear holocaust survivors a few seconds to register this… then disbelief seeps in. These guys were from Earth? How could that be? They look normal, not like radiation-addled mutants or anything…]
Xavier: "Wait… you're saying you're from our Earth? The same world that got nuked to hell in 2027?"
Dwight: We know of no nuclear war...our Earth was taken over by Zombies...
Kael: Our Earth endured a nuclear holocaust...we survived nuclear winter...
[The four survivors exchange baffled, disbelieving looks. This was insane. How could two groups of survivors end up here… with memories of completely different apocalypses?]
Jake (skeptical): "Zombies? You mean, like...undead, brain-eating monsters?"
Dwight: Affirmative...they took over earth in a short two months...everyone they bit became infected and turned feral...we survived because of faith in our Aryan Lord, discipline and this carbines...we literaly shot our way out ...it was kill or be killed...
Jimmy: It is possible they come from a time line different than ours, sir...a parallel Earth...
[Dwight's expression shifts slightly—considering Jimmy's words. Parallel Earths? That was a Port Zion KT theory, not something he’d expected to encounter here.]
Jackson (lowering his carbine slightly): "If they're from a different timeline… then their world is nothing like ours."
*The tension eases just a fraction—they weren't immediately hostile anymore. Just confused.*
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Dwight: Xavier, do you know where you are?
Xavier hesitates, then answers honestly—what else could he do?
"No. We… we got here through a light. A portal or something."
He glances at Gustav and Kael briefly, silently confirming that they were all on the same page—they had no idea where "here" was.
Dwight: You are now on planet Terra Nova, in the KT unigalaxy. A different multiverse altogether. You stand in Aryan New Caanan, the territory of the Church of Jesus Christ Aryan. The sovereign kingdom of the Aryan Lord. Only members of our Church can be here. You have two choices Xavier: You can accept the Aryan Lord as your Lord and Saviour and join our fellowship in a pact of blood and soil...or you can choose for me to order Jason to terminate you.
Xavier pales slightly. The ultimatum is brutal—convert or die. No third option.
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[Jimmy grabs Jake's arm and leads him out...Jason and Jackson follow...at the last moment Jackson turns and tosses a book at Xavier...its a copy of The Aryan Translation of the Holy Scriptures...the CJCA version of the New Testament purged of all Jewish associations and themes...Jesus is presented as a Nordic Aryan...]
Xavier catches the book on reflex—he's confused for a second, then realizes it’s their version of scripture. The cover is red and black, emblazoned with the symbol of the CJCA: a cross entwined with an eagle.
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Rotterdam, Netherlands.
As you can see I am *not* a member of the so-called *Aryan Race*. I am of mixed ancestry (Catalan, Gitano & Nueva Granada Afro).
In developing the New Lemuria RPG/SIM my intention was to envision a colonial society based on National Anarchist ethnicism - but organised on the model of dissident, Anti-Hitler; Primitive (Anton Drexel), Progressive (Gregor & Otto Strasser) and Revolutionary (Ernst Röhm) varieties of Alternative National Socialism.
I am not an advocate of *National Socialism* per se; my interest is inclined towards a Pan-Anarchist synthesis of ANCOM and ANCAP perspectives.
In writing this fiction, I had two Star Trek episodes in mind: "Patterns of Force" (TOS) and "Storm Front" (Enterprise).
Ohh. I almost forgot. Please remember that that the "crimes" imputed on the historical Southern Confederacy, the Third Reich and Aphartheid South Africa are being repeated TODAY in 2026 in Palestine, Lebanon, Venezuela, Iran and Ukraine-Russia by Nation State actors that call themselves *democratic*
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