Gorean Scrolls
The Nature of the Priest-Kings
“As he spoke, my father often referred to the planet of Gor as the counter-Earth, taking the name from the writings of the Pythagoreans who had first speculated on the existence of such a body. Oddly enough, one of the expressions in the tongue of gor for our sun was Lar-Torvis, which means The Central Fire, another pythagorean expression, except that it had not been , as I understand it, originally used by the Pythagoreans to refer to the sun but to another body. The more common expression for the sun was Tor-tu-Gor, which means Light Upon the Home Stone. There was a sect among the people that worshipped the sun, I later learned, but it was insignificant both in numbers and power when compared with the worship of the Priest-Kings who, whatever they were, were accorded the honours of divinity. Theirs, it seems, was the honour of being enshrined as the most ancient gods of gor, and in time of danger a prayer to the Priest-Kings might escape the lips of even the bravest of men.”
Tarnsman of Gor page 28/29
The Theory of The Priest-Kings and The Sacred Place
“The Priest-Kings,” said my father, “are immortal, or so most here believe.”
“Do you believe it?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said my father. “I think perhaps I do.”
“What sort of men are they?” I asked.
“It is not known that they are men,” said my father.
“then what are they?”
“Perhaps Gods.”
“you’re not serious?”
“I am,” he said. “Is not a creature beyond death, of immense power and wisdom, worthy to be spoken of?”
I was quiet.
“My speculations, however,” said my father, “is that the Priest-Kings are indeed men – men much as we, or humanoid organisms of some type – who possess a science and technology far beyond our normal ken as that of our own twentieth century would be to the alchemists and astrologers of the medieval universities.”
His supposition seemed plausible to me, for from the very beginning I had understood that in something or someone existed a force and clarity of understanding beside which the customary habits of rationality as I knew them were little more than the tropisms of the unicellular animal. Even the technology of the envelope with its patterned thumb-lock, the disorientation of my compass, and the ship that brought me, unconcious, to this strange world, argued for an incredible grasp of unusual, precise, and manipulative forces.”
Tarnsman of Gor, page 28
