Such is the nature of Thulean society that it could get along permanently without mortal conflict, if this were the collective will. But the Thuleans are aware of the spiritual value of warfare, and so it's an accepted and honored feature of life.
No matter how skilled a man is at martial combat, and no matter how wise he is in the art of war, in Thule he cannot attain the highest ranks of leadership unless he is also a Supernal adept. As a fully enlightened being, such a man has unconditional love for everyone who lives, but is equally gifted with its opposite complement of intransigent justice. Only he has the power to act with the will of God and decide who will live and who will die. Only warriors under the command of such a man can engage in Dharma combat: war that is genuinely holy.
The first limitation on warfare imposed by the Supernal Elect is that the arsenal consists only of that weaponry which we would call pre-modern: swords, spears, bows & arrows, and anything else of this low-tech calibre. I learned that firearms and heavy high-tech weapons do exist in Thule, but they are held in hermetic reserve for special purposes and emergencies, which I'll describe later.
All the tribes of Thule are kindred in the larger collective soul, and everyone is aware of this in every sense: emotionally and empathically as well as mentally. But conflict between tribes is allowed to flourish in a remarkable form of ritual warfare, dedicated to a grand objective of mutual well-being and evolution. The Way of the Warrior in Thule is a path of transcendence and triumph over the ultimate Adversary, who is within the Self. Waging physical war against an outer enemy under the discipline of external command is merely a tool of this Magnum Opus.
Here is a teaching which I scribed verbatim after one of my visits to Thule; it's for warriors in particular and men in general:
The man of Thule does not fear death. He longs for it not as a release from a burdensome life, but as its crowning glory. He knows that to live well is to march fearlessly toward the jaws of death every day of his life ~ and in fact to challenge death, to deepen his love of life by risking it for noble ends. And then on the day God wills that he must die, the man ascends through the crown of his head into an ecstatic immortal existence, a warrior’s reward.
5. The Wedding of Blood and Spirit
Everyone in Thule is white. Racial unity is the primal foundation of the collective soul.
When I grasped this aspect of Thulean reality, I saw that it may have been true of indigenous racial groupings in our own world. The bond of blood creates an organic sense of tight-knit kinship, starting with the family and expanding into tribe, clan, and nation (when the whole nation is comprised of the same genetic stock). This philos, or family love, is the key of entry to Thule.
Of course the flipside of racial love is potential racial hatred for other groups, which to many postmoderns is the greatest fear and anathema. In Thule, however, the life of the people is guided by the Supernal nobility, men and women who have God's own love and compassion for all sentient beings. This transforms the collective soul, infusing it with the pure white light of Spirit. And although they enjoy the diverse expressions of the Spirit in humans of other races, Thuleans believe that the divine radiance finds its most delightful finite expression in people with pure white physical bodies.