In the final days of the White Race, I was allowed to glimpse Love's last attempt to keep the remainder of our People from utterly vanishing from the face of the Earth. Love had made a promise to the Holy Ones to care for Humanity, and to nurture and wean the babes among us. We were an unruly lot, and had no concern for what would become Love's most intense effort: to keep us from becoming extinct. Yonder in the distance, the wise among us kept to themselves, and wanted no part of everybody's foolishness that would prove to be the Black Death of us all. In the days of the insidious malice, interest in things pure and noble began to wane, and holy and sacrosanct ideals were cast aside to be replaced by evil and corrupt ways. Love was appalled by the chaos which was forming out of the malice and ruthlessness that Mankind had allowed to flourish without restraint, and made life less tolerable for the majority of White humanity. In the days that ensued, less emphasis was made on love, and more contempt was placed on loving ways that helped maintain peace and harmony among the White Race. When Love saw this, She cried tears of yonder and far-away, and lashed out against the doers of mayhem and tyranny. Many of Love's children were in the peril of their lives, and worst of all, Love's children were beginning to lose their faith in all that Love represented. Being a kind and benevolent Mother, Love began to gather Her children into Her fold, and prepare them for the dark days ahead. In Her moment of despair, Love vowed to keep Her children from perishing, and to preserve them in a great and mighty vortex which would protect them from all danger and harm. We are Love's children, and our vortex is our race, the White Race, which is in danger of becoming an endangered species if we do not take care to look after ourselves, and our interests. Let us be true, and we will always survive as a race, and as a People.