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Summary
Chap t er 1: Awak e ning 4
Chap t er 2: Sunrise 5
C hap t er 3: T r avel to 6
Chap t er 4: L a ke 9
Ch ap t er 5: 12
Ch ap t er 6: 17
Ch ap t er 7: The fi r st 22
Chap t er 8: The Monster 25
Ch ap t er 9: 29
Chap t er 10: 32
Chap t er 11: 34
Chap t er 12: A change of 36
Chap t er 13: The shortest way
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Chap t er 14: 46
Chap t er 15: 50
Chap t er 16: The F i rst 57
Chap t er 17: 65
Chap t er 18: 66
Chap t er 19: 72
Chap t er 20: 80
Chap t er 21: The other 81
Chap t er 22: Doctor 84
Chap t er 23: 90
Chap t er 24: 93
Chap t er 25: Algorith m s for 98
Chap t er 26: 101
Chap t er 27: 103
Chap t er 28: Appeals 107
Chap t er 29: 112
Chap t er 30: Ev e nt 118
Chapt er 31: 123
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Chapter 1: Awakening only
The first thing I realized was the sound of the water and such a strong desire that my body anima
for one reason: to drink. My eyes were opened to a dark world projected in a haze
surreal silver light. I was lying on my back looking at a sky of twinkling points
yellow and silver radiance in modulating pulse tiny indeterminate form.
I raised my head and looked around. Waves lapped the shore where I was lying. My
clothes were torn and hanging from my body sprinkled with grains of golden sand. The air was hot
and salty. My mind awoke to a hazy form of questions. Who am I? Why was I here? This
happened to get closer to this strange place? A plaintive despair washed over me as
no answer came back. I was alone, perhaps in the true sense of the word.
I searched my mind for answers, but it was empty. No memory could
be found. I, myself ... all what the thing held inside the body was completely absent
- At least regarding a past or a memory. My head ached to the discovery,
sending a shooting pain outward my arms, legs and intestines. It was misery in
its rawest form.
Nausea came quickly and a feeling of anxiety attacked me. I knew I would die if I do
not drank a little water. I heard a voice deep inside me, you have a few minutes
live. A stab of helplessness was removed because I forced my body to scratch and crawl
his way to the edge of the water only five feet away. When I arrived - and I did -
I got water in my trembling hands cupped my elbows survive in the sand
moving and drank like an animal. The sand is mixed with water, but I
swallowed anyway.
The Sound of lapping water and waves breaking on a distant reef were the only invisible
sounds of this strange world. I could not recognize something familiar. It was as if
I was the only person or creature besides, who was alive. I drank plenty of salted water to taste
infected, knowing that this was not what my body wanted, but I was not able to be
difficult. I could feel the presence of the door of death as a draft of fresh air in a
room also hot.
What is my name? It was the thought that popped into my mind when I drank. Am I delusional and this is
why I do not remember my own name? I claboussais water on my face, hoping
she wake up the part of me sleeping. My hands in the darkness of the night were for
I like foreign objects. Apparently, I was a man. How old, I could not say,
but at that moment, I felt old. Very old.
It was too much for me to understand. I was marooned on a desert shore, in an unsuitable condition
a terrible beast, let alone a man. I was a man, is not it? That was my last thought
before I lost consciousness.
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Chapter 2: Sunrise
Something urged me to wake up. It was not thirsty. It was light. A luminance
was transformed my world. A premonitory glow of a sun filled my waking again
world, and my eyes began to focus on the beach where I was lying. I was
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effect alone. Nothing moved except the water that lay before me in an endless expanse, weaving its
phosphorescent and acute indigo sea like a huge tapestry of light perpetual
change.
A little further on, there was a small lifeboat which had become a raft. He had a
air of knowledge to ruin - a kindred spirit that I shared, no doubt. It seemed
as seaworthy as I felt deserving of land. Maybe it was my way
to this place. Thinking back into my head as I struggled to stand up. I
headed to the boat in an awkward trance and looked inside. There was nothing
value. No tools. No food. No water. My eyes wandered to a broken oar, a
empty plastic bottle and sun-bleached bones of all kinds, I assumed to come from
fish, but I could not say for sure.
I passed the boat, spotting something else further down the shore. It looked
in a wooden box, but it also seemed broken and the contents, it was, was probably the
possession of the sea As I reached her letters became visible. They were in a
language I do not know, but to be fair, I'm not sure I have a language.
A helping deaf foot was the best I could muster, but it was enough to roll the
box on its side. My suspicions were correct. She, too, was empty. I dragged to the line
tree, thinking that the wood could prove useful. At least it was something which I
could sit while I pondered my fate. I was painfully aware that my
next steps could determine whether I was alive or dead.
The sun began to rise. Sunlight filled the beach as I turned my
carefully to understand where I was.
Why I was here, who I am, that had happened to me and all the other permutations that cluttered
my mind should expect. I need to know where I was and to examine the environment
sure I could find fresh water, food and shelter, or find another one that
be like me and that might help.
Standing on the edge of the shore, I noticed for the first time I was in a sheltered bay that
was surrounded by dense vegetation and large trees. Behind the trees, a hill slope
rising gradually rose to a high ridge towering about ninety
meters above the bay. I knew immediately that I had to go. It was only from
this ridge that I would be able to probe my environment and make sound decisions on
my next steps. I was on an island, or a range of uninhabited continent? Perhaps a city
the other side of the ridge. I needed to know.
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Chapter 3: Travel to peak
Knowing nothing of my past, with no tools, no map, no trail or even shoes, I
put me to climb the peak. Conquer might be a better term. I need to know where
I was, and it became my obsession, even if it killed me. The fact that I had no name or
Remember my life before waking on the beach seemed relatively meaningless. What took
me to undertake this journey in the middle of all my thoughts remain a mystery. I can not, in
any due honesty, speak in logical terms that would make sense to any reader.
There was a part of me sane course, who pleaded for me to stay on the beach, build a
shelter, find food and fresh water and gather my strength, but I needed to acquire
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a new perspective. I needed to look up my situation from the point of view of the ridge
high.
Instead of creating a plan for my trip, I did the opposite. I walked into the vegetation
lush surrounding the crescent-shaped bay, as a man with a singularity
rarely seen. I had no machete so I had to move cautiously, spawning me
way through the dense flora carefully and thinking like a spider in the grass. I
knew that the direction of the ridge, and it became my goal.
There was something soothing in a goal. One destination. One goal. All
rest - hunger, thirst, and a thousand questions - inexplicably left my consciousness. They could not
not distract me any longer. Their power was diminished because my whole being was centered on the
peak.
I controlled my attention, and the part of me that was attentive was the part that I was
confidence. Whenever I felt pushed by distraction, fear or doubt, I knew that
was another source that was smaller, uncertain and weak, and I turned away from this source.
The first of my many discoveries along the way to the peak was large leaves
funnel which contained rainwater in their depths. I found them all to
by chance. I tripped over some roots and fell to the ground, and as I looked up, I
could see a liquid moving within their translucent skin. I gently rocked a
leaves and I tasted fresh water. In a minute each sheet, and I imagine there were more than
thirty within my reach, was emptied of water.
My thirst was finally quenched and my health was restored instantly. I noticed that the
plant, I called later the plant funnel was abundant on the forest floor. More
importantly, however, if the rain was abundant in this place, then a freshwater stream
also seemed likely. My ears became as radar antennas always listening to the
gurgling stream or waterfall.
After ten minutes deeper into the forest, I noticed that trees with
strange fruit that looked like golden berries, but they were much larger than the berries,
Reduce the size of small apples. I picked some and ate one, tentatively, uncertain
his taste, and see if they were good to eat. I was pleasantly surprised. They had the taste of
mixed with honey nectar. I ate with envy, and when I finished, I was a
disaster. J uice dripped on my shirt to shreds like streams of liquid sugar, and
My hands and face were saturated with a viscous and sticky material.
As I finished my dinner, I had the uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching me. Licking
my fingers, I cried softly, "are there out there? "There was no answer, though, to be
honest, the sound of my voice startled me more than the absence of a response. I knew it was my
voice. It certainly was a familiar character, but it sounded so strange, even alien,
especially in this place.
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Suddenly I realized that I had seen very few insects. Of birds. In fact, the place
seemed particularly sterile animal, which was in sharp contrast with its lush
vegetation. However, due to the lack of animal noises, I could not help thinking that
I was monitored. Everything was too quiet.
I found several funnel leaves and have washed my face and hands with water that
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provided. Lacking a mirror, I was aware of my body and my condition. I
was not as old as I felt when I woke up on the beach. My skin was stretched,
probably a man that I thought was in his twenties or early thirties, the skin was
dark, almost black, and freshly healed cuts were common imperfections
my fingers, hands and forearms.
I had no ring on my finger, or distinctive birthmarks or tattoos. I looked in
form. Maybe a little bone abdomen, but I dduisais I did not eat much;
otherwise, my body was lean and muscular. I felt strong. My energy level grew towards
new heights and it was good to be satisfied with my thirst and hunger, and to know that there was a way to
keep my life in this place.
Continuing my journey, I walked with renewed energy, optimism and agility. My
objective returned to conquer the peak was inevitably guarded by its verticality. As I
came closer to the base of the ridge, where the ascent became obvious, I began to see
brownish gray rock outcrops. They were interesting formations proportion, sometimes
rising into the air six or even nine yards, like arrows of a castle. They looked like
sentinels guarding the steep slope leading to the peak.
The first I discovered my attention because it reminded me of an abstract sculpture of a
man standing in a quiet rest. There were no marks of chisel or evidence that was
created by human hands, and yet I had the distinct impression that it was created by a
intelligence other than nature. Its surface was altered but still rough to the touch. I
deduced it was volcanic and probably the work of an ancient lava flow, but I was a
little uncomfortable because it was so humanoid form.
At least a dozen arrows proved to me after I first discovered. If
I walked along the base of the ridge, maybe I could find many more,
but I did not want to explore. I wanted to go.
For the next two hours, I chose my way through every obstacle -
loose stones, tree roots that seemed to mock my newfound agility, cliffs
who had only vertical thin cracks for my hands and feet, and large rocks
sided that tortured my sense of balance and the soles of my feet.
As I approached the summit, I had to rest. My previous surge of energy was replaced
by total exhaustion. My body glistened with sweat, and my thirst asserted once more their needs. I
had not seen funnel plants since I began my climb up the ridge.
No sound of water, or evidence of any kind that the water was close, despite the tropical foliage
lush around me.
Sound of falling rocks above me caught my attention and my gut winced a
instinct of fear. I quickly put my feet and looked up, scanning the peak of any
movement or signs of life. Damaged old trees returned my gaze with a surprised
quiet indifference. I watched carefully for a few minutes searching the top of the
ridge until an animal appears, but nothing has taken a look down on me. It must
be erosion, have I said.
Fear gave me an adrenaline rush, and I returned to my ascent on the side of the
peak. The slope was steeper than leaving to ask me how I find the strength to return
to the beach without water, or shoes. My feet were already sore and tender journey.
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My only hope was that I found a path to the top of the ridge that makes me get out of this
place me back to my own nature. This hope was the source of some firmness that I could
mobilize.
Nearing the top of the ridge, I began to notice that the wind had increased and noise
waves down was imperceptible. I turned for a moment, I'm leaning against a
tree and watched the sea was beautiful, incredibly picturesque place, but there was
something terrifying in it, because I was alone without any memory that could
determine the reason for my presence. I only had six meters to the summit
the ridge and I hoisted slowly in order to inspect my new perspective of the other side.
At the top, I literally crawled on the last bastion of rocks and grass that hide the
view my complete world. I looked expectantly over the ridge. I was on an island.
The ocean stretched in all directions to a grayish blue flat horizon. My heart sank. My
body began to convulse in uncontrollable shaking with anger and remorse. My loneliness
increased with each spastic breathing, and although I felt tired, my feet were
painful and I was thirsty, it was the loneliness that was my only concern in the first minute
know where I was.
The top of the ridge, I could see the whole island. It was small, perhaps less than twenty-five
kilometers in circumference. It seemed that I would be able to follow the beach all around the island and
end my trip in one day. The interior of the island was dense with trees, but I could see
somewhere near the center, where it seemed a small lake remained quiet rest. Sunlight
illuminated the island in a misty haze that hung on the inside, so I was a little lake hidden
but I was convinced that it was a lake, because I could detect the sun's reflection on the water
through the fog.
I thought that the center of the island, where the lake was half hidden under a misty veil, was about
five to seven miles away. The ridge surrounding the lake, although the part of the ridge where I
was found significantly higher than the other. I suddenly realized that I was on the edge
of an ancient volcano. That's the only explanation. And the lake was, undoubtedly, the runoff
the rain that ran along the inside walls of the volcano. The island was like a funnel plant
giant.
While I knew I had to keep my journey, explore the lake and find fresh water, my
body suddenly collapsed from exhaustion and I had to sleep. I bowed to the position
Fetal on top of the ridge, my forearm as a pillow, feeling the flow of the wind
hot over me as these rocks have had to endure for thousands of years. My
eyes were filled with tears, and even a deep terror prepared inside me, I was
so tired that sleep took me, like the wind could take a seed that
ridge top and bring it to the sea
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Chapter 4: The light lake
It was once again the water woke me up, but this time it was a rain hitting my
face with a crushing implacability. The raindrops were large and the rain itself,
torrential. I quickly descended the inner wall of the ridge to an outcrop of rocks
seemed large enough to provide shelter from the rain.
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As I walked slowly back against the rocks, I felt a current of cold air behind me and
I discovered something that I can only describe as a crack in the wall
rocky. I struggled to get through the crack, and - like a contortionist - I squirmed
inwardly. I could not see into its depths, but I had the uneasy feeling that
the cave was very large. I stayed at the entrance and watched the rain, relieved to have shelter.
Reaching my hands suddenly I drank my cupped hands sips of water from rain and have
quenched my thirst. The rain lasted about thirty minutes, then suddenly she disappeared. A few
seconds after the last drops of rain, the sun poured its warmth as if to say that everything
was forgiven. But I looked through my narrow gate, we could see no rainbow sky. I
struggled to get out of the cave, making a mental note that it may warrant a further exploration
push, but for now, the lake was my new goal.
The descent of the inner wall was much easier than the climb I had suffered for about
my new world as an island. It was more gentle on the one hand and on the other hand, there was
streaks forged by the flow of water. I simply followed the trails down, and
the recent rains had turned into a mud-like substance that was infinitely
sweet to my feet.
In less than an hour, I chose my way through the thick tangle of trees to a
clearing surrounding the lake. What is the cause of this clearing? I felt that it was significant -
perhaps even ominous. Why the jungle is it suddenly stopped? It was like
an extinction perimeter surrounding the lake. Fifteen meters from the lake shore there was nothing
the bare soil. Water should create life? Several streams delivered their fresh water into the lake, and I
could clearly see that the water was as clear as spring water.
Also in the jungle, I approached the bank of a river and plunged my hand into the water
rapidly sinking. I inspected the sample held in my hand, saying if I had to drink. I
did not particularly thirsty. I drank my share of leaves filled funnel on my way to
the lake, but my curiosity was intense. I decided to feel it first.
Water is odorless. I do not detect any unpleasant smell, but the dead zone surrounding the lake
had a different message, and it was a warning clear and unequivocal. I wore
Thoroughly water to a small fern place on the jungle floor. It was a delicate plant.
Raindrops were aligned with its serrated edges gently. I dropped water
directly on the fern and waited. Fern was my innocent fitter - which
guess the clean water.
Sitting next to the fern, my new group of islanders, I reasoned, and assumed that the
center of the island was concentrated toxicity. Maybe when the volcano was active, an element
chemical which is toxic to plants and trees, is out. Or maybe the soil surrounding
the lake is constantly damp as a swamp and the trees and plants are effectively drowned
and so they never take root.
After a few minutes of rest, I looked down on the fern and saw no change in
his behavior. If the water was toxic, surely she would have had an effect now. I decided
going to the lake and test the water there. The clearing surrounding the lake as a crown, and while
I entered the perimeter, where he met the jungle, I noticed that the vegetation was serrated.
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Something, or someone, chewed the leaves of plants and trees. What else
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cause sudden deformity of vegetation?
As I walked around the perimeter at each point where the jungle met the clearing, there was
bite marks on the leaves. I looked, and even five meters in the trees, I
could see the signs of chewed leaves. I was not alone after all. And whoever
ate the vegetation was either great or could climb or fly.
I found a large piece of the supposed size of my face, and was looking marks
bite. They were made by large teeth, perhaps as big as my fist. Which
ate the leaves was not inclined to climb trees or fly. It was too big. My eyes
looking deeper into the clearing, I could see footprints made in the ground
indicative of a large body crawling on the ground. No footprints, just footprints
contortions and a few scratches.
That's when my mind whispered to turn around and return to the beach, but my
body swayed forward into the clearing like someone possessed and maybe a little deaf in
higher reasoning of my mind.
As I moved across the clearing, I pivotais my head so that I felt
dizzy when I came closer to the lake shore. An important discovery of my trip was
the ground beneath my feet was firm. It was not too wet to support vegetation. This was
my intuition speaking, because I was not a botanist as far as I know. I also noticed
the prints were as channels or grooves and had about six meters in diameter.
I thought that they were formed by an animal, the animal would be large enough to me
eat in one bite. My knees wobbled to the idea.
The thought of continuing to run screaming in my mind, but it was a strange motivation I
felt. I needed to see the lake. I needed to know what I was facing. I got
advanced, but my body language screamed "prudence." Maybe channels were simply
that runoff rainwater, I told myself, but my mind rejected the
rationalization. The bite marks were undeniable, they were certainly not caused
by rain. A tooth, the size of my fist, threatening danced in my imagination.
Finally, I could look over the embankment along the shore. The water was pristine and color
turquoise gemstones. Her beauty was in strange contrast with the monsters I imagined
prowling beneath its surface. I slid down the embankment, keeping my attention focused squarely on the
lake.
A soft mist hovering over its surface, and a soft wind broadcast as to hide its mystery.
Closer to the shore, but I could see beneath the surface and noticed that the bank bowed
abruptly in a deep indigo. It was more a huge hole filled with water, a small lake.
On the same edge of the shore there was black sand crystal that sparkled in the soft light.
I knelt to touch the water, never taking his eyes off the water below. It seemed
hot. I took a little water in my cupped hand and I felt. It was like water in the course
water, odorless, but it was much warmer to the touch. Then I was struck when I
given up, I winced when I noticed my reflection in the still water. It was the first
Once I watched. I was there, a lanky man with brown skin, long black hair well
tight in too many loops to count, wide nose and mouth and I arborais clothes
a ragged beggar.
I tore my shirt disgust disgust of being alone without a memory to keep. I felt such a
pawn in a different story - a story that I was powerless to scrutinize. My disgust was
so visceral that I even lost my fear. A sudden torrent of anger came into me, and I
did not care if the nature or some monster of the deep was going to crush me, though, to tell the truth,
the feeling only lasted a few seconds because its ephemeral nature was for good reason.
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From the corner of my eye I saw a movement deep beneath the clear water, maybe nine
meters lower. A huge dark movement. My first thought whispered that it was a whale,
but here? The dark shape was terribly huge and moved with methodical supremacy
reserved for animals with no predators. I backed slowly back, looking at the shape,
uncomfortably aware that my heart was the loudest noise on the island.
I looked at her with eyes that could not look away. The dark creature was a
powerful magnet to my senses, and just when I thought I had seen it all, another shadow over
deeper than the first, moved below. There were two - maybe more - but this is
then that I realized that I ran into the forest as if I followed my feet.
While my body reached the safety of the jungle, in my mind I was still in process
images of these huge animals. Their neck was really long? These luminescent eyes, did
I saw light? Have they seen? And they saw me, what would they do?
Hidden behind the growth of the jungle, I pushed my head cautiously from behind a tree trunk
smooth to see if the creatures had resurfaced, or worse, chasing me. There was
no sign of them. My heart began its slow return to normal. I took a few breaths
deep and then I decided to return to the cave that had protected me from the rain and see if I
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could use as a shelter. She had the obvious advantage of being away from my neighbors behemoths
newly discovered, and I could see both the interior of the island and from the ridge monitor
for ships.
The water seemed plentiful, as long as the rain continued, and the food, although I thought the
streams and wondered if the fish could live in them. If this was not the case, I was
sure I could find enough fruits and vegetables that are edible. There was
something about this cave called me, and then the thought of the fire shifted somewhere
inside me. How would I find the fire? Again, my mind could ask
the question, but it seemed totally hopeless to return a response.
It was then that I decided not a particularly good reason to stop asking
distressing issues. They reminded me of one thing: I was in a world that
attention seemed to find me incompetent. I took another resolution. I would never go back to
lake. Never.
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Chapter 5: The Caves
Given the position of the sun, I dduisais it was about noon when I arrived at the
entrance the cave. It seemed smaller than I remembered and I wondered how
I managed to sneak inside, earlier in the day. I considered the possibility that I
eating too much or nectarines on my journey up the inner slopes, but I managed to get
force inside with some effort, noting that, if I decided to make my home, I would need
of any tool to expand the entrance - the weight loss was not a solution.
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I decided to give time for my eyes to adjust to the dark, so I sat down with my
back towards the only light source flowing from the outside world. Inside the cave was
wonderful for two reasons: the darkness was a relief to me, and it was at least ten
degrees cooler, even a few meters from the entrance.
As my eyes began to adjust, objects emerged. A large wall was the first thing to
focus. It was about nine feet away and seemed to have a curvature disappeared
into the darkness of the cave. In an attempt not to impose on anyone,
I shouted, "There he is somebody? "I remembered that I had seen evidence of monsters in
lake and find a monster in a dark and menacing cave was plausible. It seemed to me
as it was polite because this place, unlike the lake was closed as a house, but
there was another reason, scientific one: I used my voice to probe the size of the cave.
I listened with all my conscience gathered inside me and I was convinced that there was
no monsters, because it was only one absolute silence to my question. I was less confident about
the size of the cave, but instinctively I felt that the cave was great. It seemed very
large. My voice echoed for several seconds, and I felt a downward path. I
shouted again, listening to my voice as if it were a radar signal. I felt the wall
curve had an opening, because my voice did not seem to reflect to me when I cried on
my right. To my left and center, my voice was returned quickly. I decided to follow my
way to the right.
I was only about six meters from the entrance when my leg found something beyond
the wall. I winced a bit because my shin hit the edge of an unyielding obstacle, and my hands
immediately began to look like a blind man trying to make the invisible visible
with research fingertips.
My hands recognized the object as a large rock about one meter in diameter
blocking my way. On top of the stone, I found something unexpected: a small
box. My skin prickled at the discovery, and my body is flooded with a mysterious hope. I was
not alone. Someone else - human no less - was in the same space. The only question was
when?
It was a small box, but it was undeniably human. She was made of cardboard and when I
have shaken something rattling inside. I accidentally pushed one end
and it opened. There were matches! I could feel the slight smell of sulfur. My hand
blurred to make a hit and the side of the box. My hands were shaking
excitement, and I paused to calm myself with a few deep breaths. I knocked the
first match, and it broke in two. Disappointment escaped with a long sigh. I left a
another match, knowing the rarity of each. I hit against the side of the box with delicacy.
Too gently that I remember.
Finding the angle, speed and appropriate pressure, she turned to the second strike, and the cavity
the cave suddenly jumped into a life golden ocher and rich brown. The first thing I
recognized was the extent of the cavity. It disappeared beyond the scope of the light
the match. A corridor led down, but he writhed in an impenetrable darkness
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beyond my light and vision. The next thing I noticed was the writings or drawings
scrawled on the walls. They were designed with great skill by someone who took the
most
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great care in their creation, and I felt like entering an ancient art gallery.
The match went out, burning my fingers, and I screamed in pain. I needed a lamp or
candle, I exclaimed: one in particular. The next thing I heard made me more scared than I
could imagine. A voice. This is undeniably a voice somewhat muffled, a slight echo
put his voice a little shaky in my ears, yet she found my ears, she sent a
torrent panic throughout my body.
I knelt instinctively swivel my head to and fro, as if a monster could pierce
the dark inside and devour me. Creatures prowling the lake may have left a strong
impression on me, but I felt such a deep fear at the sound of that voice content
I was numb. It was as if my whole world was suddenly turned upside down and all forms
Normality was expelled. I did my best to remove the sound of my body and bring
my minds in the cold darkness.
Someone here is a good thing, is not it? I reasoned that the other person could
help me, but at the same time, a more lucid thought convinced me that anyone living
in this cave in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch darkness, would not a person I
would like to meet. It was not normal, there was no doubt about it.
I started slowly my way back to the entrance, making as little noise as possible,
my hands touching the ground in the dark wet stone. I listened with all my strength, but the sound of my
beating heart and breath of panic were all I could hear. It was then that I realized
I had dropped the matchbox. A single word escaped my mouth, "Dammit! "
It was said quietly but with great intensity. Then I heard it again. Voice.
"Come to me," she said in a tone of command. She was feminine, but very strong. It was a
remote visibility and echoed around the cave with a persistent power. Two choices
arose with clarity: running out of the cave as fast as my legs carry me or talk to
that voice and investigate what was its source. Called it, and a part of me started to
sound of my voice.
"Where are you? Who are you? "I succeeded to croak. My unfamiliar and fragile voice floated
through the darkness like a disembodied spirit in search of a mate.
"Listen carefully to the sound that I let you, follow him and find me. Find me and
you know who I am. "The voice began to sing a song that I could only describe
as exceptional. I had no memory of music or design melody, but this
song calmed me. Is that something that is threatening sing this way? I got
up slowly, fascinated by music, and I lined my way to the plaintive voice.
The walls of the cavern was shaped maze, curving in one way and then the other.
I beat my way in the dark ink for maybe two minutes, following the singing voice
as if I was in a trance. My hands gripped the corridor walls, feeling like a rat in a
maze aimlessly, and at every step, I felt my memory sculpted by an insidious black fog. It
there would be no way to retrace my steps. Then I felt the hallway begin a descent
steep. As I committed myself down the passage, I felt a very faint light floating
from below. As soon as I noticed the light, the song suddenly stopped! I was alarmed by the
sudden silence, but because I felt light below, I gathered my courage and I
continued track.
I felt I was going nowhere as I followed a downward spiral, but after a few laps
I arrived at an impasse. My hands have sought a way around that could be described
as a luminescent wall blocking my way. The light came from a strange way,
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as if I could see photon pulses as they jumped from the wall in the cold inside
damp and dark as the lights miniature fireworks.
Even in the midst of that light I could barely see my hand in front of me. My
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was that I had imagined the voice I had created quite possibly the whole experience. Yes, it must be
This, I thought, I'm hallucinating. Surely no reality could be like that, and if we can say,
What have I done to deserve this madness?
Clarity over me: I was lost, and there was nowhere to go. In the darkness, I was
unable to find my way. Without light, I was like an object that has been lost and forgotten and
only light - if you could call it that - was at a level so low that it was contemptuous me
giving no comfort and certainly not an overview of my environment. I was at the end of my life
where few photons ogled me, and silence swallowed every sound of my body in a
absolute and voracious contempt.
"You told me to follow you,", "and so I followed you I implored, but there's nowhere
to go. Where are you? "
I listened for an answer. Silence. Perfect silence enveloped me like a thick fog. I
I'm leaning against the wall with my shoulder wondering if I could move, but it was
rock solid, although I can not explain how the light came. I got
recalled: hallucination. Madness. I wanted to swear his lungs in a foreign language. I wanted
curse God, man and all the others and emphasize the absurdity of what they had put me on my
first day to be ... who I was. But I do not know foreign languages, and I was very
certain that efforts to curse God and all kinds of creation were a waste of
my energy and little time I had left.
I slipped on the floor, wondering if I could find my way out. Discouragement was
good way to describe my state of mind. Anger would be another. If I had voted, I
am quite certain that disgust would have won on all synonyms corresponding to my
sorry existence at that time. I probably had to have cried then, but my
exhaustion was so complete that I had neither the energy nor the inclination.
It was not quite the sense of abandonment, although that part of it. It was more a feeling
I should give up the situation. Let it have its way. Do not try to argue my whole
own will or interests in the outcome. I just closed my eyes and listened to my breath,
that was the only sound in the depths of the cave.
Oddly enough, I did it for a minute or two, and I began to feel better. Without
particular reason, I had a weak sense of hope, a sense that I could find my way out
of the cave, or at least I had to try. All that was the cause of my hallucination, not
not necessarily that I was unable to restore my not meant.
I stood up, I looked once more the bright wall inexplicable light and then I
I said: the light passing through it, the wall was not from her. There was imperceptibly
tiny little holes in the wall, and these holes to allow light to pass. For my part
total darkness, even a handful of photons cast some light. I needed a tool
to enlarge the holes. If there are holes, the wall could not be thick or solid.
Of course, the reality of having no tool in an all-black cave require very little time to make
me feel even in my state of crazy, but I remembered to have stumbled upon a few boulders
while I was walking down the road, and maybe with one of those, I could shape my
way through that wall. It was worth a try.
Looking for a big rock ending to my discovery of a new word. I was not
shoes, and when I smashed my toe against a large stone, a word that came out of my mouth,
for me, seemed to be a curse brewed from powerful venom. I do not remember even
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now, but he escaped from my mouth and in doing so, he freed every alienation,
every thought of anger and every ounce of energy, but this is particularly confusing, this
anger drew laughter. I actually laughed at the absurdity of my situation - laughing as I jumped
on one foot, while my other foot throbbed with pain.
I took this photo into total darkness, my laughter, rolling through the cave like a drunken bull,
pitching against the walls that provided no comfort. Curiously, I was an echo of laughter
who only wanted a place to rest and it was a reminder of who I was and why I was on this
lost. island Armed with my ax rough stone I was preparing to pummel against a wall in the
bowels of a dark cave. For this discovery, my laughter came to an abrupt halt and some
because I suddenly felt embarrassed by my riotous behavior.
As I found the hole wall, I started looking where the largest amount of
light escaping. It was not easy to find, as the holes were small and the amount of light
bandwidth so low that I could barely make my where to start hammering. It was not quite
arbitrary, but after a brief discussion, I decided it would be best to start typing without
stop and see what would happen. And so I did just that. I typed constantly.
When I started, the rock in my hand was the size of a coconut, and after two
minutes to bang against the wall, it was reduced to the size of a large orange, but the wall,
too, showing signs of wear. As I brushed the wall with my hands, small pieces of debris
fell on the ground and the holes were bigger and a little brighter light. The holes
were too small to make anything on the other side, but I was making progress and my
Attention was holding a strange sense of excitement that I could find on the other side of this
obstacle.
After another five minutes of knocking against the wall, my arm and hand began to feel
pain percussion with each new wave of my hammer man caves. Such as
I rested for wiping the rubble, I knelt to look through an opening
had expanded to the size of a small pebble. I put my eye as close to the hole as I could and
looked through it, eager to see the other side.
The source of the light was not very clear, but I could see something to rush into the hole
which I considered to block my view. I recoiled in fear. I was not allowed to
watch. I felt. Something was trying to block my view. It was intelligent and
resolutely voluntary, of that I was sure.
I stood up, my heart beating at a time of fear and exhaustion and I decided not to give in
my fear and fatigue. My anger swelled as I hit the hole with my hammer
fortune again and again. I was irritated by something that was trying to push me in a cave
dark where my survival was subject to serious doubts. I found myself soon as a man
owned and driven by a power that does not belong to him. I stepped aside, not
seeking to connect more dots or understand my situation, not looking for objects of blame,
not feeling more trapped or despised by God, for a simple and calm serenity in part
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peaceful to me was surrounded by a monster whose power and strength - even in my short life
as me - I was totally surprised to experience.
I noticed something was wet but it was after an unknown amount of time. The
rock was slippery in my hand. I winced in pain as I realized that my hand was bleeding.
The hole was bigger, but my focus now fell on my hand painful. I slipped
back against the hallway and wanted to now have kept my shirt, so I have a way
to lick my hand. I finally lost? The issue persisted longer than I wanted. I
fought achieve the strength I had left, but the only way my body responded was
to cry. I let myself cry in some strange withdrawals that we can take
only when they know that a complete isolation came upon them.
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The feeling of loneliness was so so awesome that I felt such a small sheet passing
through curved claws of a river in flood. I think I cried in anguish of my condition
despicable, blaming unnamed force that I could only label Injustice. I was
crazy man with no memory beyond a few hours of time, which unwisely - worthy of a
madman - was placed into a black hole with a small spot of light that mocked him.
My eyes were tearful when I could barely see the wall, but I gave it a kick with
my leg anyway. It was a terribly powerful blow up quivering in my body,
but I've heard some rubble fall. I lay on my back on the cold and rocky ground
and positioned myself so I could give a kick against the wall with both legs. My
hand was a bloody mess, but my feet were fine. I delivered another kick
powerful, but this time with both legs. More rubble fell, and I could feel the
light scattering by the bias.
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Chapter 6: Zenith
My vision was blurred with tears, but I was sure the wall was more of a hindrance to me.
In blinking, trying desperately to adapt to the new light, I looked inside
and saw an amazing sight. There, standing with his back to me, there was a woman of
great beauty and form. Even though she was wearing tattered clothes like me, it was clean,
quiet and completely at peace with his surroundings. She seemed indifferent to my
intrusion.
I could only say excuses slurred, my voice cracked from the stress of my recent
effort. "I'm terribly sorry to have broken the wall, but you see ... I was lost and I had
no other way to find a way out ... and I saw the light. Forgive me please. "
The woman turned to face me while I was finishing my last words and looked into
eyes with a perfect balance. "Your apology is unnecessary since it was I who called you. "
"Why ... why did you call me? "I stuttered.
"To meet, of course, and converse on topics of importance. "His eyes narrowed
as she spoke. "You're able to express yourself on subjects of importance, is that
not? "
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I was petrified. I stood in the hallway outside, looking through the broken wall a room that was
huge in comparison. It was lit with dozens of candles strategically placed to
to ensure that every crevice of the great room is bathed in light, however small.
In the center of the room was a circular stone table where twenty people could sit
comfortably, but there were only two chairs. Of intricate carvings that I could not
discern were on the surface of the table, but they were like creatures that are
could do with some surreal fantasy or intense dream. The table dominated the room and
seemed to be a kind of black marble, perhaps even obsidian, and was polished like a mirror
faithfully reflecting the stalactites that hung over it.
The room had a height of at least nine meters and a circumference that I thought was at least
thirty yards, even that was not really circular, more oval outline, I
say, but it was just a guess because I was especially charmed by the woman who stood before
I only nine meters away.
"Who are you? By what name are you known? "I heard myself ask.
"You can come if you want," she said. "My name, although it is important for your kind
have such things, is not important for me, so I have no choice. You can
refer to me as Zenith, if you have a name for me. "
"As for who I am, it will be part of what we discuss, because I have no way of
communicate in a simple sentence or two. This will require more than a question and a short
listening period. "She paused, looking at me from the inside, with its delicate arms and
sculpted hands moved like ballerinas.
Crossing the remaining rubble of the wall, I entered. I threw a glance around the room
half expecting to see other people, but she was alone.
"You're hurt," she observed quietly. "Did it hurt? "
I shook my head in a reflex of trance. "No. "
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To be honest, from the moment I started to kick in the wall, my hand
bleeding did not deserve a thought, but when she asked the question, my hand
began to throb relentlessly.
"Let me see. Come here, "she instructed. His voice was soft and melodious with no
ounce of stress in my presence. It was nothing short of amazing, like a goddess, and I was
a nearly naked, bleeding, despair oozed from every pore of my body. It is I who
broke into his house, and yet it was cozy, inviting me to enter. Something
was strange, but I remembered that what I had seen since I woke up on the island was
weird, and I reasoned that without memory to tell me otherwise, maybe all these events
bizarre were normal.
"Where are you from? , "She asked.
"I ... I do not know, "I replied, knowing that when I said those words they sounded
disrespectful. "I have no recollection. I woke up on a beach last night, I climbed
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my way up a high ridge and I ended up in this cave. Really, I do not know where I come from, or
how I got here. It's very, very strange. "
I looked down on the floor and I noticed for the first time that the bathroom floor was done in
the same material as the table. This is a beautiful black ground, polished like a mirror with carvings
animals and various creatures, I had no memory of them, some of them seemed
formidable, others quite mild.
"Are you familiar with spiders? , "She asked.
I thought the question was of fun. "Yes, I know such things. My memory is not part
for things that are personal. "
"Do you remember others? "
"No. "
"I see," she said, mostly to herself.
"Let me look at your hand," she said, motioning me to come closer.
I dutifully forward a few feet from her, watching her face all the time. His eyes
were not fully open at half mast I would say, as if she was in this world and
a dream at the same time. Her skin is ivory, not quite white and his hair was
slightly darker in tone, almost cream color. It was delicate in appearance,
but I felt a deep strength in his presence. The absolute beauty startled me for a reason
any. Perhaps, like me, she did not belong here. Surely, a person of
refined magnificence should not be hidden on a desolate island inside a cave
deep.
As she reached out to examine my right hand, I looked at his arm. They had
subtle tattoos same creatures that seemed to float on the floor and table. My curiosity boils.
"What are these creatures that adorn your arms, soil ... and ... the table? "
"There is more to say than I have time for now," she sighed softly. "Do not move
for a moment. "
Zenith, although it seems strange to call it by that name, a subject on which I will return later,
took what seemed to be a part of his arm as if she pinched herself, then waved-
over my hand, leaving everything she had acquired his forearm on my hand. My hand
instantly felt better. I stepped back in amazement.
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"How did you do that? "
She smiled, looking away from my eyes uncontrollably. "I can answer that question
various levels. "His voice trailed off in an attractive manner.
"Maybe explain in the simplest," I suggested, trying my best to be humble,
and I really was. It was hard to have an ego when you do not know your name.
"I understand that you have many, many questions, but the questions will have to wait
for now. This is my home, and you are my guest. As my guest, you must first
answer my questions before I answer yours. "
I shrugged my shoulders slightly, wondering silently what answers I could
possibly provide that would be satisfactory or even interesting. I was pleased to be
his presence, after all, she had healed my hand, so I felt indebted and I was too happy
to respect his wishes, whatever they may be.
"What would you know? "I asked.
She glanced at me with an expression of negation and began to leave. "More questions
... let us sit down, I'll make the tea. Are you hungry? "
It was not that the word "hunger" found its way to my ears that my stomach announced
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with a sharp pinch. "Yes, very. "
"Follow me then, and I will give you the food. "
For a moment I stood motionless, fascinated by her beauty as she walked away from me. I agree
glad that he had no recollection of a human body other than my own image - one that
I saw in the reflection of the lake, my comparisons were small, not to say more, but the beauty
as an archetype requires no comparison, and it was, for lack of a better
description, the archetype of beauty in human form.
She spent a door at the end of the room and disappeared. Upon completion of his absence, I
awakened my hypnotized state and have quickly followed. The next room, if I can call it that, was
even greater than the first, and to my surprise, it contained a round pool of water
seemed so friendly that I almost dive without thinking or inhibition.
"Sure. You can go, "she said. "You'll feel better after, and while you
refresh you, I will prepare the food and tea. "She nodded at me as if
it was set, then turned and walked further into the room.
I went to the water's edge and looked down. It was profound. Bottomless. The color was
deep blue-violet, the kind you can see in the twilight sky when the stars are
required to share their first light. I hit the water carefully, not knowing what
expect. It was cool and refreshing. I can not explain, certainly not my own
satisfaction, but despite my fear of these monsters I had seen in the lake earlier, I plunged
in and suddenly my whole being rejoiced. This was the experience of ecstasy when all
old layers peel off, as if the time of their release was ordered by an invisible
divine hand which you have no conscious control. I took a deep breath and
I felt a reset each mechanism, each mechanical aspect and not the appearance
mechanics myself. I felt good. It was good.
Zenith seemed preoccupied with the preparation of the food when I went back to resume
my breath, so I plunged deeper with my eyes open, trying to see if there was
anything under water. I do not know how long I could hold my breath, or
how long it would take for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but as my
ears began to feel the pressure, I turned in all directions to see what I
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could. The water was dark. When I looked up, I could see the hole diving and glow
candles sparkling in the room above. I felt that I was twelve feet below the surface, and
that's when I noticed the dark outline corridors submarines that were connected in the hole
dive in which I was.
The water is crystal clear and slightly salty. I have not seen a single fish or creature, and I
was happy about it. I just wanted to feel weightless in the clarity of pure water, although
for one minute only. Then I felt something touch my leg. This is a key subtle, but it
was no real doubt. My whole body lurched up all his strength, adrenaline was again
pumped through my body as if it were in unlimited quantities. I looked down to see
if something was chasing me, but all I could see was
dark.
I have not looked down again. All my mental bandwidth calculated how I
could jump out of the water in one fluid motion when I reached the top. I was
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almost out of breath when I powered out of the water and onto the ledge of rock surrounding
opening. I gasped and looked at the water once more of my safe perch, looking all
motion monsters that I had seen from the lake.
"Did you find something? "Zenith asked with a puzzled look.
She was standing right behind me. In my haste to see if something was chasing me, I had
unnoticed. "I saw nothing, but I felt something. "I could feel my heart pounding
in my chest, exactly where she looked. I figured she was probably wondering if
I was in the middle of a heart attack.
"I'm fine. J ust a little scared and out of breath, "I explained.
Zenith nodded to a box behind me. "There is a towel inside you can
use to dry. It will help you stay warm. If you want to dry clothes, you
find there, but they may be ill-suited or not to your taste. "
"Thanks," I replied.
I knew that if I opened the box and found clothes that were less attractive than I
wore, it would be an insult to my host, so I hesitated for a few seconds. I also knew
his wardrobe, as I had seen so far was quite, well, say "in
shreds "to describe well.
The box was made of wood and smelled of cedar. I took that as a good sign. Inside, it
There was a clean, soft white towel, another good sign. Under the towel, there was a pair
of folded pants and a shirt that was worn but still usable. I felt somewhat
rewarded. "Thank you for these," I said as I started to use the towel to
dry my upper body.
She smiled and nodded. "I leave you alone so that you can change yourself. "
She had already turned to walk away, then stopped and held out his arm. "I have a little food and
of the prepared beverage. When you're ready, follow the path to the door and enter. This is where
we eat. "
"We? "
"You and me, of course. "
"You're the only one living here? "I asked.
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"I think we had this conversation," she said. "This about the issues and
can ask ... "
She locked her eyes on me. "Be patient. There is no hurry to find out more about me.
I
'm not the one with amnesia. "
There was a faint smile crossed his face, and I took his reprimand in the kindness in
which she provided.
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Chapter 7: The first dinner
I entered what appeared to be the dining room of this strange collection of
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underground. More candles golden brown flecked the walls of the dining room offering a light
pleasant. There were no drafts that I could detect and candle flames
wore this fact because their light rarely wavered.
Zenith waiting at a table overlooking the largest cave I had seen up
this. The table was set on a ledge overlooking rows of what I could only
presumably be plants of a particular kind. I almost ask a question about what they
were, but I thought it was better that I look at my host.
The table was set with a simple plate and mugs strange aspect that were filled with a
aromatic tea. The smell was wonderful. Not being an herbalist, I could not tell what
kind of herb tea made up, but I could barely restrain myself from another question about
the origin of tea. My plate was filled with a kind of plant that I had never seen
before, they were brownish leaves, which were translucent red-tinged their perimeter
extreme. They looked a bit like a big fish fins.
"They are grown here," she said, nodding toward the plants below. "They do
found only on this island. "
I sat down and was looking for a fork or a utensil to eat with. There was nothing.
"Try the tea, I think you'll like it. "
I immediately sipped tea and smiled to his liking. It was a bit warm, soft and with great taste and
pleasant. There was also a sense of calm that spread throughout my body the moment I
have swallowed it. "It's very good, thank you. "
She smiled, pleased that I liked. "Tell me about your first experience when you are
happened. "
"There is not too much to say, really," I began. "I woke up on a beach,
thirsty, crazy I guess. I had no idea how I got there, but I knew
I had to fetch water or I would die. I dragged my body into the sea and I drank what I could and
Then I lost consciousness again. "
"Was it day or night? "
The question seemed a little strange. "It was night. "
"Do you have any memories of your trip to the shore of the island ... "She paused and then
quickly added, "when you became aware of the first time? "
I thought for a moment, digging my brain to see if any memories resurface,
but none came. I shook my head and took another sip of tea.
"Go ahead and eat," suddenly announced Zenith, as if its host functions were
momentarily lost in conversation and a sudden grasp the guilt.
I noticed that she only had tea. With no fork, I was not sure if I
just had to grab leaves and stuff in my mouth. I hesitated a moment and looked
around to see if there was a range in the vicinity.
"What are you looking for? , "She asked.
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"A fork, if you have one. "
"Ah," she said in a tone of surprise, "I have no food utensils, I do not eat. If
Please, you can use your hands, is not it? "
Again, I began to formulate a question and got back. "Yes, that's fine, as
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I did not offend you. "
"You will not offend me, do not worry. "
I took a piece of trim and dimensionnai a bit and then folded it into a form that
should in my mouth without much trouble. The texture was quite chewy and taste ...
there was none. It had absolutely no taste. At first I thought it would take some
time for the flavor shows as a subtle spice that is approaching stealthily from you,
but this, this had no taste, taste or aftertaste.
However, while I swallowed my first bite, which had required a significant portion of
I would add chewing, she began to taste good to my body. I had no idea of its
value in my mouth, but my body as a whole, has tasted, and he liked what he received
in my mouth. I devoured the rest of the leaves with great ardor. Under the leaves, there was a
complex root, probably after the plant that I had just eaten. It was there in my
plate as if it were the bones of what I had just consumed.
"The roots are particularly powerful," she explained. "They tone the entire body
and spirit. Maybe they will help you remember who you are. "
I looked at the root, my appetite completely satisfied. She was a pale white color with
tiny roses around her ribs, and she was unattractive to me regarding the
appearance. However, my host was more than civil to me in all respects, and I was intrigued by
his statement.
I took it in my hand and I turned around, examining it carefully. She had no way of
claim, a beautiful art form. She seemed soft, almost gelatinous in texture. I
noticed that she was much more difficult than it produced leaves. I divided into two
with my hands and I noticed a silvery substance oozing out of it on the plate.
I took a look at the zenith to see if she wanted to comment on the substance, but
She only nodded as to encourage me to eat it. I put half of the root
in my mouth and immediately I felt a sensation that could only be described as
happiness, and yet it was not happiness, it was all the feelings, all the states of mind, it was
everything. One million images swept through my mind in such a rapid succession that I
could understand them. They were like a wave of the ocean trying to get into a small
bottle.
"Do you believe in redemption? "I heard my voice ask. It was a distant voice, I was
in at least two worlds. It was as if my soul was awakened within two bodies
are separated by so vast that time does not exist in any relevant form old space.
I was an echo of something that was so big, so powerful that I felt like a grain
dust transported by wind has formed universe.
"I believe in redemption," she said. "Why do you ask? "
I heard his voice, but I was not sure who the voice was. I felt my vision blurred as the
tears of sadness or joy, I could not speak. I was in some sacred intoxication that I
held in a gentle embrace. But I knew I was not held as a prisoner,
but as a coveted thing. I was critical, perhaps even essential.
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How much time has passed in the meantime, I can not say. When I opened my eyes
new Zenith opened his own at the same time and smiled at me in such a way that I
could
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that only look away and find my humanity.
"Why are you interested in redemption? , "She asked.
"I do not know. '" I shook my head slowly, "I was stunned. "
"Would you eat the other half? "
I looked at the root and saw that she had faded and she was now soaked in the substance
sticky silver that sank off of it. "No," I said, shaking my head more vigorously.
"I think it's enough food for today. "
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Chapter 8: The Lake Monster
"Tell me what you've experienced," she said.
I told him everything I could put into words, stumbling and stammering, probably
like crazy. In any case, she seemed to understand and was actually very casual all this,
as if it occurred only rarely in the world.
"Would you like to try another approach to find your memories? , "She asked.
"I did not know that was what we were trying to do," I replied with a shade
indignation in my answer. It was suddenly clear to me that it was not so
inclined to feed me, but was rather a program quite different in mind: my fire
memories. Not something I was indifferent, mind you, but I wish to know the
program in advance.
"Maybe people without identities have an ego," she offered with a smile.
I watched it for the first time without any hope or imaginary impression it would save me,
heal me, take me under his wing so to speak, but as someone who was a pure
mystery. I should not make any assumptions about this person, I told myself. She reads minds.
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knows much more than she portrays in his words, and it was clear she wanted to have power over
our interaction.
"What method do you have in mind? "I managed to ask with some neutrality.
"I'll show you," she said, and with that, she put her hands on mine and squeezed. "Close
your eyes and relax to the sound of my voice. "
There was, at that moment, deep inside me, an instinct to flee from it, enter a
candle and return to the path by which I had arrived. With the light I was pretty sure I
could find my way, but so what? After seeing her beauty, I'd be forever haunted by
the fact that I escaped without trusting him. In addition, his touch was magnetic. My instinct
leak quickly disappeared as I listened to his voice and as a devoted child, I followed his
instructions.
Within seconds, I saw a clear image. It was like a lucid dream, manifesting then
I looked deeper contours and suddenly all the details are in place. I was
standing on the shore of a huge lake, a frozen lake. The ice was clear and seemed solid, perhaps
two feet thick. It was night, and the sky was opaque, run by a fog that filtered
the moonlight, casting a silvery glow and indistinct on the landscape.
At first I did not see, but a bright spark seemed to attract my attention in the middle of the lake.
"We can go there, if you wish," she said.
It was Zenith, and I realized I was not alone. His presence eclipsed the landscape otherwise
intimidating.
"Take my hand," she suggested.
Both, hand in hand, we moved across the lake. It was getting cold, I thought, but
I was comfortable in the heavy hooded robe that I wore. Zenith, too, had a similar dress
but unlike me, she kept her hood down.
The place was completely immobile. I felt that there was no animal or other
person anywhere. We were alone.
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"What? "I asked excitedly, pointing the light source shining on the lake
frozen.
"These are your grouped together in the form of light memories. It is the knowledge that
invent your being, your humanity. "
"If these are my memories, how do I get them back? "
"You have to touch them. You must accept. You must find a way to keep them in your
arms and absorb into your body. "
At every step we did, I walked more surely, but as we were in sixty meters
the source of light, I could see it floating above the lake and below the water was free. I
began to feel a wave of heat from her subtle.
"The heat melts the ice," I observed. "How will I get there? The water must be very
colder. "
"It is not the temperature of the water you have to worry," she said, pointing
under the ice.
The glow of light was my goal, as we walked along the lake covered with ice, but
Now, with the words of the zenith, I began to look more closely at the ice, or more
Specifically, what was underneath.
The first thing that worried me was the sound of cracking ice. It was a good distance,
but it was still more than noise. It was a vibration. Something bumped against the ice
causing it to crack, and because I looked around me to see what might cause it, and I
saw nothing, I had to assume that it was below us. Something under the ice cracked
deliberately.
"If you know what happens ... which makes it ... then say so. Please do not keep secrets
Me. "
"This will happen quickly," she said, her voice trembling with a sudden percussion on the
field ice under our feet. A large crack formed only six meters from our position, and when I
looked at her, I saw a dark shape slipping under the ice. She had at least eighteen meters long
, Its form, amorphous, but scary because of its enormous size.
"What do we do? "I managed to scream.
"We are here for a reason: your memories. Go get them! , "She cried, pointing to the tag
Floating light.
It was at that moment that the monster pushed against the ice so close to where we were
huddled I fell. I could feel the water break up the ice, and my breath was seized by
its absolute coldness. I looked directly below, and I could see the monster plunged
deeply so he could soar to the surface and claim his food ourselves.
"Come with me! "I cried. I grabbed the hand of the zenith and ran the ice as fast as
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allowed. I knew that the monster push against the ice again, and if we stayed in
same place, we will certainly perish. Dream or no dream, I could not afford to
become food for such a terrible monster.
As we came within nine meters of light, I came to a sudden stop. One,
Lake Monster had not resurfaced. A he disappeared? And two, the water surrounding my memories - the
beacon of light - itself was surrounded by thinner ice. I could tell that the ice was
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chipped and broken, and it would not support our weight, especially with the evil monster
bumping.
"How to get there? "I said, almost out of breath.
"What do you do when you see a monster? , "She asked.
"Run! "
"No," she shook her head. "You expose it to light. "
"Well, there is plenty of light," I pointed my memories. "You mean that the monster
do not come here because of the light? "
Zenith nodded.
I looked around and my ears tuned to see if I could hear creaking noises.
Everything was calm and quiet, as when we arrived.
"But how can I access it? There is no boat. The ice will break, I will fall in, and
I either drown or die of hypothermia or I-"
"You will perish points," she corrected. "You're in a dream world you control.
You are the author. The puppeteer. Be inventive and be convincing. "
"And how do I persuade the light to come to me ... here ... now? "
She approached me and lowered my hood, looking into my eyes would look like a queen
deep inside a man to assess his character for a knighthood. "You
will. "
"I'll do? "I tried not to sound too skeptical, but the words came out so quickly
I'm afraid I have failed in my intention.
She simply nodded, as if that was enough to answer for all those who have
sufficient cerebral mass. Uh, maybe I had found the source of my madness. I was not such
a intelligent person. After all, I had no memory of myself. Perhaps, in my stupidity
cantankerous, I left my memory somewhere. Whatever the cause of my problem, surely
lack of cerebral mass explained much thereof.
"Think," she commanded, "what memories will give you what you are missing today? "
"Context," I say. "I know why I'm here - well, not here, but on the island and knowing that
I am, once I know that, I understand why I'm here. Background! "
"This is not an island," she said. "What you see, my dear? "
I looked at zenith, but his face had suddenly changed, black hair framed her face
porcelain extensive jewelry around his neck, his eyes were dark brown. I pivotais my head
between it and the light shining, stammering in disbelief. "The island, where we met ...
where ... I ate the food ... the food you have given me, "
"My dear Solomon, have you lost your mind? "
I looked at her, looking for any sign that she was lying, but all I could feel was
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authenticity. I had a sinking feeling. My knees started to buckle, and I felt a
thump - more cracking ice. I honestly do not care at this point if
monster came and swallowed me whole. Something had caught me. Something had ripped me
the reality in which I assumed that I lived. I was not a puppeteer. I was a
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puppet, and if a string was made from memory, it had been cut. I was a
defective puppet. That was my last thought before oblivion the better of
me.
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Chapter 9: A question
When I regained consciousness, the face of Zenith was the first thing I saw. She moved
above me, and I was on the floor next to the table. I tried to speak, but in vain. She offered
me tea and helped me to sit straight, which I did with some effort. My body ached,
my head ached, everything was sore and in bad shape. I was in such a state of confusion that I
was not sure if I was back inside a dream, or I'd just leave it.
I sipped tea, hoping to find relief, but have only managed to drop drop
drop on my chin and shirt. The small amount that has managed to get into my mouth was
unsatisfactory. I closed my eyes as the room became a swirling mass of atoms, and I
I'm suddenly felt caught in the rotation as if I were an electron slow movement of my
reality. The next thing I knew was that I vomited on the floor, as if my body had
need to expel the experience he had received and this, as unpleasant as it was, was his
how to do it.
I felt like a child, a silly and sick child. "Forgive me," I managed to say.
"Try to take some deep breaths," she offered, ignoring my apology.
"Slowly ... slowly. "
"What just happened to me? "
"You had another dimension. "
"I am well aware that I'm about to ask you questions that you can not
not respond, "I told him," but I have to ask, so please answer me. "
"I'll answer a question if you walk with me. "
I nodded in agreement and started up very slowly. I held the back of my chair for the
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support, unsure if I would be able to walk, but the dizziness seemed to calm down, and I was more or
less stable, at least, I was right on my feet.
Zenith took my hand and put my arm under his arm. "Are you ready? "
"I'm ready to ask my question. "
"So walk. "
His tone denoted a challenge, and I took a step and then another, as if I was learning to use
my legs. I can not explain what had come over me, but I literally thought
my body was not my body.
She took me down a few steps to the plants below and to the far side of the great
cave to a new room. The room was small with rounded walls and no furniture.
It was only a waiting room and a connecting piece, because beyond this there was a
largest cave, though it was mostly dark: a small candle provided a bit of light.
"Try to walk yourself," she said, unlocking my arm from his. "I think you
feel your legs under you. I have something I want to show you, and then you can
ask your question. Follow me. "
I mumbled in agreement and stabilisais me against the wall with one arm. She walked into the room
dark and I saw almost disappearing in the dark, but my eyes adjusted to the light
low, so I could follow his dark presence.
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I wondered what she could show me in the dark, when as soon as the idea surfaced,
a light appeared. She flipped any switch, and a light broke over the
cave like a flash. It was close to hitting me, but I could not detect any heat,
much to my surprise, I had no fear of his sudden appearance.
"What? "I asked.
"Is that your question, because I had proposed one? "
I shook my head, not wanting to answer his specific question.
"I'm feeling generous," she said after a long pause, "so I'll tell you when
same. This is a technology that heals imbalances within the electromagnetic field of a being
human. These imbalances are densities that affect the energy field that you structure
a subtle level - too subtle for your eyes to see. You do not know these densities because,
You actually use and carry with you as if they are a natural part of you. "
She came to me and used his arm to position myself in a particular place. "Stay here for
a moment. "
I noticed it was the same place where the lightning had happened a minute earlier. "You
have not going to use me as a target, is not it? "
I could feel her smile, although I can not see it.
"Not the way you want. "
I saw his dark shape moving away, and I heard again the flip of a switch and a
momentary flash me ablaze. The light was so intense that even with my eyes closed when I
opened them, I could not see. I guess my whole body was like a pupil
Giant dilated flooded with light for a moment and in darkness the next.
No reason, no reason I could hold a rational thought, I began to
cry. Maybe it was exhaustion or events scrambled my first day on
this island, but for whatever reason, I felt tears running down my cheeks, and yet I do
not feel sad or lonely. I felt relief. I felt myself clear. I felt
something, perhaps that lightning had brought a tape that had engulfed me, and some
respects, consumed me.
"How do you feel? "Asked Zenith.
I could see its shape like a black mist hung in the air. Thousands of particles
light danced around it - the effects of light, I told myself. "I feel better ...
lighter. "I took a deep breath and slowly expulsai. "I feel more in control of
myself ... I think I have more ... conscience, if possible. "
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"Regardless of the model you have engraved in your body, heart and mind, they are
become an obstacle to your discovery moment - your moment. These are the densities
channel your vision on the same things that distract you from your mission. "
I heard the word "mission" and immediately I felt my heart relax. My heart was tight,
clutching something I could not define exactly, but the sound of the word
simple, for some reason, my heart like a fist unclenched his fingers and opened. It does
lasted a few minutes, I guess, but it was glorious. I felt as if my heart was beating at
same rate as the one who created me. It is this relationship with my creator who looked wonderful and I
I just wanted to bask in the feeling, praying it would never end.
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When I regained my human senses, I noticed that Zenith had lit a candle, and I could
see the cave with more ease. An object that resembled a large telescope was pointed
on me. Behind it, there was a wall that seemed to be made of metal, maybe money and
behind him there was another room, although I can not see it. This cave had
personality science, as I could see other objects that appeared to be machines or
a kind of technology.
"What is this place? "I asked.
"Is that your question? "
I shook my head. "My question is about the dream I had, but now it seems that other
issues are most important. You will consider only one question, or can I ask
more? "
Zenith smiled at my obvious dilemma. "For every question I answer, I need some
about you. "
"What? "I said, raising my arms, focusing on my property for anything.
"I'll decide later," she said. "Are you okay? "
"You will be reasonable in your request? "I asked.
"Of course. "
I nodded. "Well, yes. "
"Very well, we have an agreement, but before asking your questions, go to the observation
room where we will be more comfortable. "
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Chapter 10: Window
The observation room was a small room down a long winding corridor was flanked by
stalactites and dripping water. As we walked down the hall, I had the distinct impression
that I could feel the fresh air.
"These caves were they outputs on the outside? "I asked.
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"One of the attributes of the observation room is that it has a small window overlooking the island, where
room
observation. "
When we arrived at the observation room, the smell of sea water escaped through a
small opening in the wall. Being generous, I would say it was about two feet
high and a foot wide. It was probably caused by erosion, but I could
see closer, it had been cut down, probably by human hands and
any tool.
It was good to feel the fresh air and see the natural light, although my eyes have taken some
minutes to adapt to bright light. I noticed that Zenith had no problem adjusting
to light.
There were two wooden chairs that flanked one side of the room, and one of the chairs were positioned
looking outward, it was the chair occupied by Zenith. The other was facing the direction
opposite, watching a rock wall ocher color with black marks indecipherable.
"What do you see in the observation room? "I asked as I sat down.
"Most of the time the weather changes, sometimes birds, sometimes ... even
visitors. "
"You look at me as I rode to the ridge this morning? "
"Yes. "
"Do you know anything about me? "I asked, emboldened by our agreement. "Regarding
my identity, where I am, why I'm here on this-"
"Sure," she said. "This island attracts people like you. It is a canvas, sometimes your type
crosses and other times they are stuck on it, and me, well, I'd be a spider inspects
visitors. "
"For what purpose? "I asked incredulously.
"To help them, of course. "
"But a spider, as you describe yourself, kill and eat its visitors. Why
you describe yourself as a spider? "
"Metaphor. J ust a metaphor. "
I nivelai my eyes on it. "Do you know something about me that you have not shared? "
It was the first time I could say that Zenith seemed uncomfortable with my questions. It is
shifted in his chair that creaked agreement. I felt a deliberate attempt on his part to collect and
order his thoughts, which in my calculations, could only mean that it intended to
tell me partial truths.
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"I'll tell you this," she began, "you're not just humans. "
She paused, squinting his eyes as those who sharpen their memory and their perfect
choice words. "On your planet, human beings exist as a species that was to evolve
to immortality. They had to do it on their own - through the appropriate choice
they would do with their innate understanding of what is good and what is evil. "
"A fracture occurred in this plan, and it came in the form of emotional misconduct.
It was as if humans could not control their emotions through their
reasoning, and because of this, they have become fractured, less, and pawns of those who
decided to cultivate the dark side of humanity. "
"You see, human beings - as a whole - have the goodness and moral beauty, but
they also possess the absence of these, or what some might call the absence
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soul. The lack of soul of humanity is the part that is waiting meekly in the shadow of those who
point to the destiny and define what will and humanity, while all the time,
humanity already knows what it is, deep inside herself, right here. "Zenith put his
hand on his heart and stopped.
"When human beings have decided to give their power to those called gods, monarchs, kings,
queens, priests, presidents, senators and all the variations that stood between them and the truths
simple in their hearts, they are lost. In this state, they are away from their truth, and they
traveled into the future, the more they lost their way until, finally, they have forgotten
they were lost. "
"When humans have gone far astray they have forgotten that they are lost, it was
need to wake up and remind them of their condition. Thus, the creator of your world sent
avatars or immortal to remind people that they were unconsciously entered
in a prison at the instigation of those who lead by greed and charm. "
"You were one of those avatars ... but you failed ... "
When her voice trailed off into silence, I sat down and realized that what she said was true.
Defaulting to my creator was a weight I had unconsciously felt since waking this
island.
"How? How did I fail? Can you tell me this? "
"I can show you. "
My heart jumped a few beats as he darted up my throat. I was not sure if
I was ready to see how I failed in my mission. If there was one thing I was certain is
Zenith that could do things that make things happen, who were outside my
reality. I believed her when she said she could show me, even though I had no idea of
how.
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Chapter 11: Pedestal
Zenith leaned forward in his chair and put his hands on mine, as it did
in the dining room. "Listen to my voice and follow in everything I say. "
His voice changed slightly. She was a musical inflection and a pure and focused tone.
A few seconds after closing my eyes, I began to see the forest in which she had me
taken. The trees began to materialize in my mind, and I breathed within a
lush huge trees forest, flowing streams, abundant flora and fauna.
I had a vague idea of Eden, the appearance and the forest, I felt like Eden. This was
a beautiful and intact where the harmony of nature was uninterrupted for thousands
years. I looked around, expecting to see Zenith, but I was alone.
I started to think I was there for several days. I had this feeling of fatigue I
not felt while talking with Zenith. I noticed that every second of time passing,
my connection with the island faded. It was as if my reality was transformed in a
forest original, and I did, again, no recollection of how I got there.
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Less than ten minutes after my arrival in the forest, I did not remember anything of the island, or even
Zenith
my conversation with her about my failure as immortal. My only thought was to find
something, but that object or person I was looking for was unknown to me. I saw birds, rabbits,
deer, but nothing that seemed daunting, and yet, I was afraid.
My fear was in relation to my search? I do not know, but I kept walking. The path
where I was, to the extent that I could refer to him as a way to me
driving through the forest, winding around tree trunks that were so important that
would have had a dozen like me, hand in hand, to encircle it. After some time, I
heard a noise coming from a far distance. It was like a warning sound. I imagined
it would be very hard if I was close to its source, but there was something calling me.
There was really no way to understand my world, my motives, my interests or
something else. I was, once again, expressed in a world for which I had no context
or keepsake. I felt a certainty, the origin of this strange noise was beckoning me, and I
had to find it. It was the only goal I felt.
Eventually I came to an open meadow and stopped to rest a moment. In the distance I
climbing mountains could see the sky and flowers of all imaginable colors
dancing in the wind on unlimited fields. The sound became louder, punctuated in a code
mysterious. The corner of the eye, across the field, I could see a structure that appeared to be
geometric. It was a long way off, maybe three kilometers, but my eyes could see
sharp angles, the kind that only humans do. I decided to make my destination, because it was the
The most likely source of the sound.
The meadow was filled with flowers and tall grass were tall. After ten minutes of
walking through the field, I noticed a vibration like a sudden stutter wind. This was
as an irregular vibration, and it filled the whole field on which I walked. I planned
to run, but where? It was a low frequency, barely audible, and I had the unpleasant sensation
to be observed.
I crouched, my eyes at the herbs and flowers and I turned slowly.
Something moved in the air, but at high speeds, I could not see more than one
could see the wings of a hummingbird. I narrowed my eyes as if that would make it appear, but
it was a ghost. Then, from the corner of my eye I saw what I can only describe as a ball
light approaching my position with authority. Its bright nucleus was about eight
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centimeters, but he had an aura that was nearly two feet in diameter, and it was full
day. I felt like an intruder and his instinct to run triggered alarm, but it was too late.
My only hope was stealth. I froze.
The next twenty minutes were the longest of my life, or I felt. The
floating ball of light hovered two feet from my head watching my figure as
I asked such a caricature of a human being bronze. There was a subtle electric field I
could detect as she slowly came as close to a few centimeters. She assessed me
and clearly a part of me wanted to scream, scaring the ball of light to the subject and
send it to the dark and sordid places she should not populate when a terrified
amnesiac man, but I kept my position.
As the ball of light slowly orbiting around my head and gazed into my eyes
(It seemed to me), I looked deep into his light and could
see that this is not a finished object. Its depth was huge. I have no idea how it would
possible that something, which only had eight centimeters in diameter, seemed to
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depth of a star field, but she had.
As quickly as it came, it disappeared. She sizzled in the sky and in less than a
second, it has completely disappeared. I scratched my head in wonder and amazement. Maybe
they were common in this world, I could not say, but I'd rather not
to meet one another, because they were undeniably intrusive and disturbing.
Sound off suddenly stopped. My heart trembled as I heard for the first time,
absolute silence of my world. I got up high enough to see the structure to which I
walked and felt she was about eight hundred meters. I do not know why, but I
started running towards it. It was one of those decisions that the body was sometimes without asking
permission of the mind.
As I ran more about the human structure, I could say it was
a kind of home - why I could not say, but he had a door and seemed to be a
polished metallic material. As I came closer still, she began to take shape. This
was not a house, but rather a large pedestal or platform made of a metal golden color,
may be gold, but given its size, the gold seemed unlikely.
The pedestal was huge, his column, rising to nine feet high, supporting a round platform
whose diameter was easily twenty-one meters. The pedestal base was square and column
Support was multifaceted, maybe five, but I could not say for sure. The summit
circular had an ornamental railing around its perimeter. I could see a door close
the base, which I could only assume that it gave access to a staircase leading to
top of the platform. I decided to go there, for no other reason than I would have a great
to my environment and then I can determine my next move.
As I entered the doorway, I felt the cool darkness of the interior. There was a staircase
staircase, made from the same gold material, leading to the platform and down
opacity in a disaster. I started up the stairs, looking up, unsure of what
could expect. I felt a presence. A presence that gave me goosebumps. It was a
pulling sensation as if something attacked me from the inside. At one point in
the stairs, I looked down and I could swear I saw a pair of glowing eyes-
below, his body hidden in the dark. That's all I needed to sprint up
the staircase.
There was an open door and I literally rushed through it as if escaping from a prison to me.
"I see you found me. "It was a deep voice, almost a bellow.
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Chapter 12: A change of mission
I turned to see a large creature sitting on a throne of gold. This creature was the strangest
mixture that could evoke a vivid imagination. She had large wings like a bird
Thunder, a bull's body, a human head and legs that could only be formed
a mixture of human and gorilla. It seemed powerful, cunning and unquestionably master of his
field.
I looked around and found that we were alone. My voice trailed off. I wanted to say
something, but I was too stunned by the appearance of this creature. I could just back away
slowly,
moved by something akin to terror, but undoubtedly more scared than anything else.
"I am your Lord," said the creature. "You are my guest. "
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In his statement, I relaxed enough to find my voice. "You suggest that you
waiting for me. I do not remember to have appointments. "
The creature let out a hearty laugh that filled the air. "Ah, you're interesting, I can see
that now. Some who come to me feel superior. Some come to me
with a tremor of fear so deeply rooted that they can not stand before me
tremor in their voice. Some do not climb those stairs at all, preferring to fall
below where they feel a natural affiliation.
"But you will be interesting, because you do not enter into any of these categories. You are what
we call in my world a Sonverto. "
"And what is a Sonverto? "I managed to ask, avoiding direct eye contact.
"These are those that unify, who build the paths of unity in a broken social order, or, in
some rare cases, an entire species. "The creature paused for a moment.
My mind still measured the enormity and the amazing reality of the unimaginable creature before me.
"Please look at me with your eyes," said the creature standing. "When you have me
full view, let me know, so that we can have a conversation worthy of my
time. "
The comment stung. I could feel the snub like a slap on my face. It was not
a creature that I wanted to annoy. "I beg your pardon," I replied with an inclination
subtle in my head. "It's just that I've never seen someone like you. That ... What are you? "
"I have already told you, I am your Lord. "There was more than a hint of annoyance in his voice
of the creature. "The mere fact that you have not seen someone like me is proof that I am
unique. I am he who sits above the rest. I am one who is anointed to govern
ordinary mortals. "
"Are you human or God? "I asked.
"I am neither the one nor the other. I am a new order of existence. I am the one who is imagined by those
that occur in the body. I am representing trillions of imaginations
finally come together in one place, merging into a single entity, and the entity is
combined power of all creatures great and small. All they have created me to be their
Lord, and I, being of immense power and compassion, their wish is granted. "
I looked around again, thinking there must be others here, but we were alone.
"Who do you govern? It seems that no one here in this world. "
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Once again the creature almost laughed uncontrollably. "I organized this meeting in
loneliness to spare us any distraction. I can snap my fingers and have millions of your
kind around us in an instant. Is that what you want? "
I shook my head. "No, I'd like that. "I tried to look as flattering as I could,
and my tone seemed to satisfy him as he sat on his throne.
"I can offer you everything that you can imagine. You just have to ask. "
Nobody ever offered me such an open invitation to my own interests. I did not know
how I should react. I was aiming low. "If you can, I'd like a glass of lemonade. "
I was convinced that I had not even finished my sentence, and a glass of lemonade hovered
just inches from my right hand with a red straw and ice cubes.
The creature laughed. "I love your modest character; This is a customary character
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Sonvertos. "
"Do you really know who I am? "I asked, sipping lemonade with curiosity and
enthusiasm.
"If I am your Lord, then would not it make sense that I know who you are? "
I nodded dutifully. "Yes," I admitted. "So please tell me who I am. "
"As I've said, you're a Sonverto. Your mission is to defile me, "the creature spoke
with a smile. "However, as I showed you soon, you will not succeed, because you
become one of my most faithful servants. "
"Why my mission you defile it? "
"It's how you were conceived. "
"By whom? "
"For your Maker," told the creature.
"You're not my creator? "
"I'm not your creator, I am your Lord," recalled the creature, whispering something
under his breath.
I studied his face for the first time. He was human from the neck. His facial features were
exaggerated as if they were removed from a giant head and placed on a medium. His forehead was
seemed very small and almost always creased with a grin that started from his chin and
supplemented his whole face in a continuous fold. His eyes, as great as they were,
lack of color, but if I had to pick one, it would be plain olive and dull. His complexion
was in the reddish tone and had many smallpox scars that vied for attention
of the eye, in spite of his nose, mouth and eyes excessively. His head, strange as it
may seem, was the least attractive part of him, which is saying something, because his legs
apelike body and bull were not in themselves things of beauty.
It was easy to feel relieved that it is not my creator. "What references did you
proving that you are my Lord? "
"Ah, ninety-nine words and you have found the crux! "He began to beat her
hands fake applause. "You're the first, the first! I was right about you.
In less than a hundred words and you have found the right question. I think I'll enjoy
have you as my servant. Yes, a lot. "
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He growled a bit, snapped his fingers, and in the next moment, he was a handsome man, of middle age,
with graying hair was cut tight on his head. He was referring to
anyone, a handsome, well-kept, the opposite of what I had seen a few moments earlier.
"I'm the same ... Well, not the same in appearance, of course, but in all other respects, I am.
Do you prefer this facade? "
Nodding in ecstasy, I managed a weak "Yes. "
"They always do," he replied with a laugh. "The only thing I can not change is my
personality, but I think you will find a way to support me. My only weakness is that
I like to change my appearance - keep my visitors imbalance. "
I walked, feeling more at ease. "Can I sit down? "
"A chair for your comfort," he said, and suddenly a beautiful golden chair with cushions
red velvet appeared. "Maybe a little table for your lemonade? "
Before I could answer his question, a small wooden table materialized directly
side of my new chair.
I nodded in recognition, stunned, and sat down, placing my glass on the wooden table beside
Me. It was a very strange scene as I'm sure you can imagine. I was there in
a world I knew nothing, sitting on a golden platform in the middle of a beautiful, but lonely,
world. I was talking to a creature who could be anything she wanted. She seemed to have
unlimited powers and a similar ego. I was at such a point beyond that I began to
ask what was the meaning of my existence. Why such a creature was it, even remotely
interested in me?
"Let me get back to your question," he said, interrupting my reverie. "My references are
very simple. Look what I can do and tell me, have you ever seen one with such
enormous powers? "
He rose from his throne and showed a flat circular table, which hovered above the ground one meter
gold - polished, smooth and simply beautiful. Suddenly, miniature humans
began to appear on the surface of the table, five, ten, twenty, appearing
perfectly true in all respects. "Go ahead, take one and examine it. "
I shook my head. I wanted nothing to do with his witchcraft.
"Sometimes it is the size. Too big, and nobody wants to take them. "
The people were about twelve inches in height, but suddenly my host made them smaller,
perhaps no bigger than a thumb. "Go ahead, take one. You will see that they are absolutely
perfect in every detail. J ust ... small. "He laughed again with his bellow
characteristic, although in his new body, he sounded less deeply.
"I want nothing to do with your witchcraft," I say. "Please, I accept your credentials, stop
Now. "
The scene was immediately removed from my sight, and he sat on his throne. "You are indeed a
quick learner. Maybe I could make you more than just a servant-"
"Why would you, with all your powers, want me as your servant? What could
I may do that you can do yourself? "
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"If you are my servant," he replied, his tone becoming ruthless, "you can not serve
your creator. I do not need you to do anything for me, I need only
make sure that you do not do anything for the one who created you. That's enough. "
"Do you know that I have no recollection of my Creator? I have no recollection of anything
against myself. I'm a hopeless case, is for you to be my Creator. "As the
words left my mouth, I felt how I look pathetic, but it was true. I left words
float in the air. I could not think of my host as a creature, but it was even
more difficult to see as my Lord. Honesty is my only protection against
entity whatsoever.
The sun was warm, and a slight breeze on the platform, with the heavenly scent of
flowers. For a moment, just a shimmering moment, I felt my heart open with a deep
empathy that took me by surprise. Maybe my host was just confused. Its power
the incredible bored. His aspirations were shattered because he had no difficulty or obstacle
to overcome. There was nothing to temper the desire of his heart. It was empty.
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"I am aware of everything that relates to yourself," he said with a slight growl in his
voice. "You are the Sonverto I expected. It is you, in the absence of memory, which would provide
new medicine to your planet and species. "
"What medicine? I'm not a doctor, is not it? "
"It is not a medical doctor I speak," he said. "This is the energy of millions
stars, the light of the universe, the central part of love, embellishment called in
union. You see, these are all parts of your mission, and the beauty is that you do not know anything
this. You do not understand what just you. "
"My solution is simple: do not make your mission. J oin me instead. Your creator is it
here? Your creator he cares about your amnesia? Does he or she has never spoken to you?
Your Creator has placed the burden on his shoulders, but does not give you any help, not even
memory. It is said to help you, no, you are obligated to help your neighbor, but why? Your
creator as he really cares? "
He paused a moment. "As Sonverto, you bring it all to your planet without
that is released - it is shared. You are not alerted. There will be no book
mention your name as a contributor to this revolution to take place. You will not gain anything ...
in fact, you will lose everything, even your life. And for what? A mission unsigned? Why
would you take this? "
I had not seen my host so dark when he said those words. There was a visceral gravity while
he spoke. I felt my heart and mind slowly wither her words muffled as flowers
by heat stress. My heart sank into confusion.
"If what you say is true," I said, "then I have an important mission, and if I know what it is,
how it will develop or acquire some recognition, whatever. If I'm really a
Sonverto I must fulfill my mission. In addition, your offer of servitude is much less
attractive than you imagine it to be. "
"Congratulations," he said, "you've found another crucial point of our conversation. "He applauded
new pleasure like crazy. "I suggest that you take your mission and inversiez. To
Instead of providing your particular development to humanity without recognition or memory, you
become the largest messiah who has never taught on the surface of your sacred planet. You
dictate the terms of your mission in your creator and your first order is to look
memory. If you are rejected, you will find refuge in my world, and I will perform each
desire that you could possibly imagine. "
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Suddenly, I saw the true power of my host. It was not his sorcery to me that I
beware, it just was not that turns living in his own world, but it was rather the
ability to attract, with the ego and emotions as allies.
"If my mission is to help my neighbor and do as is my creator, so I have to
that. It is not for me to decide how best to serve the one who gave me life - "
"Why? Why is your creator to decide? If you have free will? I have free
referee. I can kill you now with nothing more than a thought control. Do you
your creator stop me? "
I shook my head. "Probably not, but I accept your point of view, so please, no
thought control. "I hoped to have dodged the threat. "What is your offer for
my
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loyalty? "
He looked at me with suspicious eyes. "The Sonvertos are not easy to convince. Your question
is not sincere and only offered as a distraction. Do you think you can deceive me if
easily? "
"Again, my apologies. "
His eyes were troubling. "I can end your life, or I can make your life a living dream
ease and pleasure. If you choose the ease and pleasure, you will live in my world as
an immortal. If you choose to serve your Creator as a Sonverto, you will die in my
world. This is my offer for your loyalty. It is a simple proposition, is not it? "
"You say that I will die in your world, but what about other worlds? Will I die
in those too? "
My host leaned forward on his throne and almost whispered, raising his eyebrows as
chopsticks orchestra. "I'll see to that. "
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Chapter 13: The easiest way
And there was a bit of clarity. I understand this creature. It was a demon, perhaps, but I
could say this for sure, it was the devil. I was tempted to have my job, even though I
could, if I were asked, say what was my mission.
I took a sip of lemonade, my attitude straightened and took a deep breath. "If
I abandon my mission, my goal for life is extinguished. I would like a candle whose
flame is blown and wick is - meaningless. I just take care instead. "
"Exactly! "He said with enthusiasm. "You'd be normal. You would adapt it. If you
prefer this destined to live in my world as a perfect being without worry or concern,
so I can give you that as well. I will just give you a chance to accept life
ease and pleasure, and this opportunity is now. You accept my offer? "
My head shook back and forth as if it were a stand-alone appendix. "I can not
abandon what my creator made me do. You tell me that you are my Lord, but your
references are only as threats and witchcraft. You have no real proof -
"
"How dare you complain about my supposed lack of evidence when your esteemed creator sits
on a throne in the distant universe, unaware of your fate? What is his evidence? Do you see
not the absurdity of your game? "
"I see that my game is to reach an agreement with you. My decision is to trust my
invisible creator, or just a demon in front of me who wants to bring me into slavery or make
me useless - "
"I never said" useless "- I said" normal, "he corrected. "You can have a family,
wife full of worship, beautiful children, a great job, all the worldly pleasures and
signs of success. I can do everything happens. Does this sounds useless? "
I shrugged, mostly because I could not think clearly. I had no
real answer to offer, all I could think was why my creator allowed me to
sit alone before the demon and be tempted, as no help. My Creator was he me
let them perish?
I closed my eyes and prayed. I did not care if the devil saw my vulnerability. I did not care if
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I was under his control. I just wanted to send a prayer to the one who created me and ask
aid. Any help.
"My time is short," announced the devil. "You have three choices, one of which, the more choices
wise, you've already rejected. Now you have two choices for you: a life
as a normal human being, or death as a being created, which will forever be non-existent
From the moment I send my thought control. Which is it? "
The noose tightened to the point that I could almost see my prayer help circling in
a spacious unrecognized as a small leaf caught in a whirlwind from the depths of
Wed
The demon cleared his throat. "Before you make your choice, I will satisfy you one last time.
As I told you before, other Sonvertos happened to me. Most chose
wisely, but occasionally, one as you resist. Of these resistant, I made my
practice to be lenient and allow them to speak with one of their own. The first Sonverto
who refused my offer is still alive. I made him my example of bad choices, so
resistant, as you could see what awaits. "
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A semi-transparent screen, somehow, suddenly appeared among us, and a few
moments later, a man, naked, bleeding from various wounds and completely ragged at
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body burst the screen on our platform, gasping and writhing on the floor. The screen disappeared
quickly. Without thinking, I knelt beside him and tried to comfort him. I do
did not know, and yet it seemed vaguely familiar.
Her skin is pale yellow, coated with layers of blood and mud. His smell was unpleasant one
vividly, and her hair was matted in a total mess.
"Tell him who you are," commanded the demon, looking impotent man gurgling in this
which seemed to be his own blood.
I take my lemonade, but as I held her, she disappeared into the air.
The devil smiled and waved his finger at me. "Leave it, it will be better in a moment or two. "
To my surprise, the man calmed down, taking deep gasps of breath and gradually
reached a point of relative calm. He looked around, bewildered and wonder, and then I saw a
look of sadness filled his face as he turned and saw me.
"I said ... Tell him who you are. "The demon spoke in measured words and sternly.
The man looked at me with eyes that had seen the misery for too long and wanted the
death takes. "I'm the one called Dou Xing. "Having said this, he spat
blood on the gold sol.
Dou Xing was the man who had ventured into the desert in China, there are more than three thousand
years. It
was a legend. They said he had conversed with God for nearly two years in the wilderness,
never take food or drink during this period. He had amassed the greatest
Lessons never met, but one day, according to legend, while bringing his teachings
in a monastery, he was stopped on the road by a beggar who recognized him and asked him to
food. Dou Xing, not having any, replied that if the beggar would follow, he would ask the
Monastery of the feed.
The beggar followed, but that night he stole the teachings of Xing Dou, believing they
could be sold for money to the emperor or one of his subordinates. The beggar at
middle of his journey to the Emperor, became curious and began to read what he had stolen, and it has
transformed so he tried to make lessons Dou Xing, but a great storm
up and scattered all written in the desert of Taklamakan.
Dou Xing, after hearing the fate of his life's work, set in the desert - a place where
person never returned - in search of his writings. They said he looked for the
many months, but found little more than a handful of pages. But even these fragments of his
work, which later became known as exSpiritmentalist Manual, have survived the test of
time as one of the most influential schools of esoteric writings thoughts of humanity.
Dou Xing was at my feet, looking like a beaten dog. I could not imagine that
was in fact him. "Can you prove that it's you? "I whispered.
"I can not prove anything," he said with quiet.
"The legends are true? "I asked.
"What legends? , "He replied.
"What you have conversed with God for two years in the desert and have created one of the largest
repositories of spiritual knowledge which later disappeared in the desert, because a beggar
you stole? "
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He looked at me with eyes lost. I had never seen such a look before, and I had to
divert eyes to save my impression of mental health. I knew one thing with conviction
absolute, that death would be a better choice than what had endured Dou Xing.
Dou Xing coughed uncontrollably for several seconds, then looked at the sky as if
had not noticed before.
"His question? "Said the demon. "Answer! "
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Dou Xing remained with his head back, looking towards the sky. "I am praying and I will answer you
when I finish. "He said it like a man who had nothing to lose and did not worry in
nothing for his safety.
"Yes, pray," rebuked the demon, "as I'm sure your designer is interested in your
supplications and your biased reports of my neglect. "
Dou Xing remained in his posture of prayer, sitting as a tangled dilapidated doll
total, but there was insurance in its envelope, no fear, communing with one who
created. I wanted to give him a hug, and I would have, but he prayed, and the demon looked. It was a
scene as unreal as you can imagine, and yet there was a strange beauty glow
in what I saw. I saw him close his eyes, and I also prayed silently to our
Creator. I felt contact our hearts in a way that I can not describe. The words are too
low to express the indissoluble communion.
After a minute, I felt going into a different reality. It was so subtle that when I
opened his eyes and saw Dou Xing look at me with eyes that had new energy.
"He who is in you flowers only flourish if you turn away from this demon. I
am, or was, is not important. What is important is what you are and what you
become. We are brothers, and you know enough. "
"How can I resist? "I asked.
"Do not resist. You simply turn away. "
"What do you mean, do ye? How to do that? "The intensity of my question made me
out of the modified state in which I was, and I was once again sitting on the platform, Dou Xing
between the devil and me. His head was still in prayer position, but soon he opened his eyes and struggled
to rise.
"Your nakedness bothers me," muttered the demon. Suddenly, a hooded dress swayed to Dou
Xing, which he turned and looked at me as if to say: "It's easy. "
The demon faded dress with a wave of his hand. "Answer the question. "
"The devil wants me to answer your question," began Dou Xing, "but he does not know
I will answer, so listen carefully. It is true that I have conversed with God in the wilderness,
but it was for three months, not two years. Legends tend to widen and lengthen the time
space. "
"The writings to which you refer are the sum total of my communion with God. There are
had nothing more. There was never any beggar who stole the writings. They were designed to
be simple. They were so simple and so few words that people have decided that the time
God is deprived of much or is the vast majority of the work had been stolen or
lost. Over time, the legend had to evolve as a way to understand the small number
words. "
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"It's in the simplest expressions that you can turn. Look at me. ". It
stretched out his arms with his palms up, staring into my eyes, his back to the demon.
Dou
Xing said the secret words: "it can not kill you. I'm proof. "
I felt the eyes of the devil upon us, and a clear frustration brewed its management. I could
feel his undeniable power swell like a storm cloud foolish.
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I wanted to make sure Dou Xing was real and not an artifact of witchcraft provided by my host for
confuse me or influence my decision. "Why do you pray? "I asked.
"I prayed to find the easiest way to my Creator. "
"And what is this way? "
"This is love. It is always love. This has always been love. It will always be love. Love
unconditional, raw, pure, unfiltered, natural, fluid, unencumbered, innocent, free - "
"Ah," interrupted the devil, "but you are not free, so your love is tainted, your way
obscure, as it is complex. "
Dou Xing, still facing me, swept a trail of blood from his forehead. "You are Satan feeds
of human imperfection, whose worship is measured in tourmenteux acts of manipulation and
invocation of fear. You have nothing to offer. Nothing to add that this is the conversation or
another where the word love is said. So please your mouth is the sanctuary of the disease
whatsoever and never, never again speak of this holiest of words. "
The demon stood up, her dress shimmering in the sunlight, as he walked to
Dou Xing, anger boiling bold rebuke Dou Xing. A knife appeared in the
hand of the devil, and he swung from behind around the neck Dou Xing, opening a gaping wound
where the blood is poured into glittering stream. J ust before the knife through the neck Dou
Xing, I could read his lips: "Love is the way. "
It happened in slow motion. His body slumped forward and crumpled to me. I do not remember
have not heard anything. I do not remember any noise. It was a slow motion
silent when I saw one of the greatest unknown leaders of mankind fall before me
Such puppet whose son had been suddenly cut. I knew I had to do next.
It was very clear.
The demon was excited by her violent murder Dou Xing, his face contorted in spasms of laughter
vicious. He leaned over Dou Xing and plunged the knife into his chest. "A gift that I had
intend to give you. "
Dou Xing gasped, I thought it was the last gasp of breath, but I was wrong. It
looked into the eyes of the devil. "You are loved. Even you ... Even you. "A silence fell over
him and his eyes revulsion in his head as his last breath left him.
The mood changed abruptly demon. He was silent and expressionless, as someone who
was in deep thought. Standing, he looked at me to read my response, but I was
indecipherable. What I felt was so deeply hidden that nobody could understand
or imagine what I felt and thought.
"I will miss him as an example to have" confessed the demon. "He exercised its functions. You
may want to fulfill its role? Is vacant, as you can see clearly. "
"I accepted the role as a normal human," I said without hesitation.
I watched as the crimson stream flowed through the golden platform. I was barefoot, and
I noticed they were running in my direction as if it were to reach out to me. Can
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Maybe it was. All I knew was that the essence of Dou Xing was alive, I had touched
when I was in prayer with him, and the red ghost moving towards me was not real. My
World began to fade as the warm blood touched my feet, and I fainted.
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Chapter 14: The Interface
It was dark when I opened my eyes. The smell of the cave, my only root familiar reality,
I
comforted. I was lying on a bed in total darkness. I could hear the sound of the drops
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away, and with a bit of tension, I could discern the outline away from the room where I was. Can
be a light flickered off in a hallway. My head hurt a little me and my throat was
dried. I needed some water.
As soon as I thought of the water, my mind threw lemonade and all that business with the devil in the
detail, rushed accurately in a very short time. I sat down and
Zenith immediately wanted to find him and tell him what I had experienced.
"I'm here," she said. "Welcome back. "
I turned to see the dark silhouette of Zenith sitting next to my bed on a chair. One
light flashed like a match was struck, and Zenith lit a candle nearby. She was
exactly as before, and even in the dim light of a candle, her beauty was beyond the
room.
"Do you understand now why you left your job? , "She asked.
I rubbed my eyes in hopes to see more clearly. "Yes, although it is difficult to believe
such situations can exist for someone as simple as me. "
"There is power in simplicity. "
"I have no recollection of what normal is, I'm a normal human being? "I asked.
"You are normal in every respect except one: your mission is to change the world and change the
world, you will change the world - "
"Forgive me for interrupting you," I said, "but everyone I meet seems
know my mission, except me. Why? "
"We recognize you. We know that it's you - who must begin the revolution. "
"What revolution? "
"The revolution is the result of an interface that you find," she said.
I put my feet on the ground, sitting on the bed, facing him. "An interface? "
"There was a time, long ago, when the island had hundreds of creatures that were unique,
that could never be found in any place in this galaxy. They were
creatures of experimentation. They were creations of a huge scientific spirit - a spirit
group who invented these creatures in a very specific purpose. "
"The goal, I can not disclose, but I can tell you that interface was created that allowed the
interspecies communication. We humans could talk with these creatures. "
"All of them? "
"Yes," she nodded. "All. They were our equal in almost every way, and in some
If they were our superiors in their mental faculties. One species had a
incredible brain capacity that dwarfed us about the way a man would eclipse
the intelligence of a field mouse. "
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"Whence this group mind? "
Zenith laughed happily. "They came from the same place as you and me, of course. "
"What it does it has to do with my discovery of an interface? "
"I was just trying to help you understand what I mean by an interface. In
thirty-seven years, a scientist of extraordinary caliber would find a way to build a
human interface to a new dimension. Think of this new dimension as a frequency
finer existence that is parallel to where you are with me now. "
She put her hand in front of her. "She is here now, but can you see? "
I remained silent, knowing that the question was rhetorical.
"The human sensory system is unable to see that frequency, so you have an interface that
allow a human being to discover this vital world. It is essential that the world is lacking
in human experience since life appeared on this planet. "
"Why does it lack? "I asked.
"It is regulated by the human mind-body system. Our bodies are so hyper granted to our
world three dimensions, they are not adjusted for other frequencies of light, color, sound and
energy. Our sensory system is disabled the ability of our mind to understand the true essential
that exists in the real world. "
"The Scientific you designate, that's me in the future? "
Zenith nodded and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "It was supposed to be, but you
have made a decision in your past to abandon this mission. Tell me about your experience. "
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I explained everything in detail. Sometimes she would ask a question to clarify his understanding, but
for twenty minutes, I relived the experience, my emotions remained intense, especially when
I talked Dou Xing.
When I had finished, Zenith offered me a glass of water I drank every last drop. "Your
experience is a memory, it was not a dream, "she announced. His words seemed to be as
thunder in my ears.
"How is this possible? It was clearly a dream. It's too fantastic to be a memory of
something that really happened. Demons like that, that I recall, they do exist, do not
not? "
I knew my voice sounded defensive and confused, I could hear, but a part
deep I suspected she was right. It was a memory, but where and when I had
no idea.
"Very few people," she said, "maybe a hundred million meet Satan and interact
with him in the same way as you. Being the most powerful of all demons, he is able to see
through time and observe a species when it begins to gain awareness
this vital world which I spoke earlier. You see, there are only two places - at
the most basic - in which we exist: the essential world and the worlds of impressions.
The worlds impressions are shadows or echoes the essential world. "
"Satan has power over the worlds of print, but the world is not essential
that he can venture and it has no power over him. However, he knows that humanity
starting to feel it essential world, its power and authority will crumble soon. This erosion
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authority is the main thing he fears, and he will do anything in his considerable powers
to avoid or at least delay its onset. "
"When the precursors of humanity have known this vital world, even a simple overview, they
started to write about it, talked and shared their experiences with others who were not
sensitive to subtle frequencies. Over time, humanity, through the faculty of
scientific reasoning, began to create technologies that helped to understand the structure
deep below the visible worlds of printing, however, these interpretations have been taken
in esoteric theory and mathematics. "
"This period is known as the Epoch Times, and is advertised as a time of
big changes, because it is at this time that the old ways of the worlds impressions
must release their grip on the essential world. This is the unveiling we waited
since the beginning of time on this planet. "
Zenith paused, as if she kept a special thought to his mouth. "The interface
you need to create is the bridge between these two worlds and allow other people who wanted
see this vital world and know without a doubt that it was real and the true source of
their identity and purpose as living beings. This interface is the dissemination tool - to bring
all those who want to watch the world essential to a new understanding of what is real and
what
is illusion. "
"So I gave up my job, because I was afraid that the power of Satan destroy me? "
"You have chosen the only way that you could, in these circumstances, but the circumstances
can be manipulated. You are visiting on this island with me, for example. "
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"Why ... why this island? "
"It is protected. Satan can not find this place. It is beyond his reach. This security
we can talk like this without fear of being overheard ... by anyone. "
I listened carefully to his words. I had to admit, I felt safe in his presence and I
could not tell if it was her beauty, my amnesia or isolation of the island, but I began to
understand why I was there, and what I should do.
I took a deep breath and risked a question that revolved around me like a vulture
since I had seen. "Who are you? "
"I'm a guide ... I am your guide. "
"And where you guide me? "
Zenith looked away for a moment, as if she was distracted by something on the wall.
"Perhaps the term guide, is a bad choice of words. Instead, use the word,
catalyst. You guide it yourself. I just opened a broader view, so you can
choose your own path. "
I stood up and held out my arms with my tall palms. "What do you mean Dou Xing
when he showed me this posture? "
She looked at me as a person who saw an interesting sculpture. "It is an old
mudra. It means opening the eternal forces. It was also used to form a barrier
between protecting oneself and one antagonist. "
I wondered why she worked so hard as a protective barrier against the demon
has cut her throat and stabbed her heart. The memory made me shiver, and all I wanted to do
was to stop thinking about it.
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"I never had the opportunity to ask questions about my vision of the dining room," I said.
"After climbing the peak of the volcano, I went down to the lake and I saw these huge
monsters deep below. I have also seen in my vision. There are even prints them on the floor
the cave and the table. Are the surviving members of the experimental creatures you
mentioned earlier? "
She nodded. "Would you like to speak with one of them? "
I was taken back by the question and my mind literally froze for a moment or two. "I
I promised that I would not go near the lake again, and my vision, these creatures seemed
pretty brutal nature, as if they were clearly trying to make me dinner.
What would I say such a creature? "
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Zenith laughed, stood up and taking my hand pulled me out of bed. "Discovering what they tell you. "
I could feel her strength as she raised me. For a moment we were closer
from each other than ever before and his presence was full on me, and although vaguely
interview, my body trembled. I could feel his eyes watching the deeply feminine
mine become brighter. I could feel my body betrayed me, but I was powerless to
stop such a fundamental reaction that literally ruled the world.
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Zenith took me to the cave, where I swam earlier in the day, and then a hallway, hidden
behind the opening of the pool, which wound down with a steep decline. After a few
minutes, the path stabilization, and I could see small rooms that seemed artificial, they
were too smooth and uniform forms for natural structures.
Zenith explained that there was an experimental laboratory at one time, but
equipment had been taken, there many years, and now it is used only
for communication.
"The creatures left to grace the island are only six in number," she said with a tone
solemn. "They are known as the Quantusum, and they are, as you have seen, very big.
Their intelligence is ... unusual and it is they who have helped scientists understand
how to build the interface that you are about to use. "
A dozen questions rippled the surface all around me and my mind was sorting among them
to find the most relevant question to ask. "Hundreds of creatures who
was created on this island, why are they Quantusum only left? "
Zenith ignored my question because it led me to a small room that was going to my left. A
portal thick glass looking out of the room in the depths of the pool, while water
was crystal clear, the light was so low that I could not see a thing
simple. A strange machine, the size of a small apple, floated in the center of the room. I could
see any channel or platform on which he was held, and it vibrated as if waiting
something.
I had the strange feeling and somewhat uncomfortable that this object was alive. "What
is it? "I asked, pointing to floating orb.
"Look," she said.
She moved her hand near the orb, and suddenly he became active and began to glow, as if in
resonance with the body of Zenith. Movement or vibration is also accelerated and continued until
- as the blades of a fan, I could barely see, especially in light of the
House.
A very subtle whirring sound could be heard, but the orb remained exactly the same place,
directly to the center of the room about five feet from the ground. I watched that Zenith
moved towards the gate glass, looking towards the mysterious and murky water on the other side.
"We call them like that," she whispered.
I wanted to ask what she meant by "we," but before I could form the question
in words, a giant shadow with a faint outline luminescence could be seen moving toward the
glass. Zenith beckoned me to come closer, even though I felt my body unable to move the
for such a spectrum, a colossal creature gliding through the water.
I would say it was at least twenty-four feet long, its dark gray with shades of
blue, and the length of his body was oval luminescence. It looked like a snake
sea, yet she was beautiful, majestic, I could not even think of the word, holy. All
body length was lined with luminescent spots. His huge head was crested with a
amazing assortment of fins, horns and tentacles. There was a strange growth on the
chin that could only be likened to a beard. As I looked closer, I
could see on her body tiny sparks of light that appeared to move around the
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creature evolving. The eyes were a golden light that glowed so unfathomable
subtle and disturbing.
Zenith grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. "You're lucky today, we have the
Estimated matriarch Quantusum. His name is Trisiel. It is always interesting in its
ways. "
I looked into the eyes of Zenith for a moment and felt the brush of his breath against my
face as she whispered. "Why are you whispering? "I asked, as discreetly
my voice allowed.
"Come," she grabbed my arm and led me to an adjacent room which had a door and a single
chair that seemed to be cut from the same black substance that I had seen earlier. Pointed to the zenith
chair, suggesting that I go sit down. The chair was cold to the touch and had more as a
long as a chaise lounge chair. There were about fifty tiny holes on it that
emitted a pale yellowish light, and as my body covered the lights I felt the chair
vibrated slightly.
"Put your arm here," instructed Zenith, and then she put my legs. There was barely enough
space in the room for two people, but Zenith was able to help me get the correct position
with ease. The chair was, to my surprise, quite comfortable. I leaned back
an angle of about forty-five degrees and could see comfortably Trisiel through the portal
glass. I felt she was looking at me too.
My heart beat wildly impatient. "How does this work on? "I asked.
"They must have sent Trisiel for a reason," she said. "It is a bit unpredictable, so
be open to what comes. "
"But how exactly do ... I talk with her? "I pointed to the giant floating outside
window glass.
"When I leave the room, closing the door trigger the communication interface. I will
put these in your ears. "She handed me two objects that looked like mushrooms
miniatures, except that they had an array of tiny lights. "They're listening devices.
To talk, just talk normally, the room itself is a broadcast technology that will send
Trisiel your voice in the form of vibrations that can decode. Yes, it includes our
language - probably better than us. "
Zenith took the listening devices in my hand and put them in my ears, one at a time, taking
care to insert it properly. "The feel-good? "
I nodded nervously, my eyes never leaving Trisiel.
"You're ready. One last question before I go? "
"Why are you leaving? "
"The Quantusum are very private creatures. They only talk to one person at a time. We
do not know exactly why, but it is at their request, and we have always honored.
Enjoy your conversation. "
I heard the door close behind me, and the room was suddenly plunged into a deeper
dark. The listening devices in my ears only added to my sense of isolation.
I listened. Nothing. Maybe I should speak first, and I was about to do, when a sound
subtle caught my attention. It was like electricity. He was frail - barely audible, but was
complexity of sounds I had never heard before.
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Out of this electrical noise, I heard a voice emerge. It was a mechanical resonance, but there
had a rhythm - a stream - which softened.
"Life has meaning only when it is attached to the expansion of space that allows the
wisdom entering. So let go of any limitations that might be you. Let us be unlimited. Is
Do you agree? "
A part of me that was dormant for so long, bustled, and yet I knew
it was a part of me that would survive after all what I would call a name.
"I agree. I agree with all my heart, "I replied. My voice sounded different in
room. I have not really known it was mine.
"What is your name in your world? "
"I do not know my name, I suffer from amnesia. "
"Like all human beings. You are either a sage or you refer to a state of health.
Which is it? "
I smile. "Unfortunately, it is the latter. I came on this island without a single memory of my
past, including my name. In a vision I had earlier today, I heard a name
was given, but I do not know, honestly, if it's mine. "
"And what was that name? "
"Solomon," I replied.
"So admit, for the moment at least, to have your name Solomon. My name is Trisiel. "
The large creature paused and waited, not knowing how to proceed.
Electrical noise that seemed to precede Trisiel words ringing in my ears. "I lived
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thousand two hundred and twelve years on this planet, and I've never seen the big sky and iridescent spots
light. However, I understand that the sky is great. How is this possible, Solomon? "
"I do not know"
"It's because I know the nature of this world. If he has a deep, has a height. If I live
in the depths, I know there are other beings who live in the hills, as life fills this
universe. This is the only constant that is heard by all intelligent life. "
"This is from memory. If we lost, they know it still exists. The experience that has
attracted to this place here and now never does wrong. The memory is treacherous, and you know
why? "
"To keep his attention on the here and now? "I ventured.
"Exactly. If the memory is completely lost, as in your case, it allows you to
see clearly what is in front of you, without the clutter of a thousand faces and a trillion
words. What you see before you, Solomon? "
I opened my mouth to speak, but then waited in silence, stunned. I could not see
Trisiel. She was gone. The luminescent light outline, the only reality of his body that was me
visible, had disappeared. "I see the empty water. Where are you? "
"I'm still here, just as you remember," said Trisiel.
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For a moment I thought she was playing a game with me, but the idea that a creature of his
intelligence play games with a stranger, well, it seemed highly suspect.
"Do you know how a creature of my size can disappear? "
I shook my head. "I have no idea," I told him, squinting to see in the water, but
the more I looked, the more I was convinced that she had really gone.
"I am limitless. There is no cage or restraint can encircle me in a place
constant. I am limitless. I can change, mutate, overcome, transform me, because I'm
not related to something that serves me, and my body is me. So, I can change my body consistency
water - all physical properties of water. In doing so I am completely invisible to your senses
physical. "
"How did you come to this ability ... or awareness? "I asked.
The giant form of Trisiel slowly reoccurs. I watched with amazement as she
rematrialisait. His massive body was wrapped, hovering effortlessly in deep water.
"My species is very low in number. Our genetic heritage is not the product of evolution
in the natural order. We were created by beings of great sky that were themselves without
limits. They brought this possibility to our species to see how we would use. By
example, they wanted to know how we wanted to be smart, if we would keep the
size and shape as our genetic model predicted, and if we would serve our world or
dominerions. "
"But if you were limitless, why your creative thought you would be something other than
you want to be? "
"They did not say we were unlimited," says Trisiel. "In fact, they hid us this
knowledge, and we had to find out. In some ways, we have no memory of our
true nature, we are more alike than you think. "
I stared at the beautiful creature that hovered in the water only six feet away from me, amazed at his
presence. I felt like I was talking to a non-earthly goddess, but its shape was not
written in fairy tales genre.
"How did you discover you were unlimited? "
"Like all great discoveries, it was the result of experimentation. We tried to
find a reason why we are living in the deepest oceans, living in a
middle silent darkness. We have many eyes Personally, I have two hundred
forty-two, but they are not eyes like yours. They see the different frequencies
light, and for this reason we are able to see through the dimensions of time and
same space and non-space-time instead. "
"This ability to see beyond the illusion of folds that occur over time and space, is our
great ability, and we have been experimenting on how we could use this
perception. We have developed sophisticated techniques to see more
deeply into the reality that creates realities. We found layer after layer, and
whenever we felt that we had finally found the meaning of it all, the "root
roots "as we refer to it, we found the infinity of our trip. "
"You see, with all the capabilities that we should perceive the truth, the truth differed in
ever deeper spatial realities, wider, higher who were so refined, so
temperate in love, that we could not enter. We have been excluded by our desire to
know. It was our limit - desire. "
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"We practiced for many generations to get rid of this ultimate limit
and cunning. To turn off the subtle tendrils of desire, we made a set of techniques that
became our Sacred Work. It was this body of wisdom that was taught to all
our species, and so we were unified in our beliefs. We created our cards
travel and have taught them well. "
"Our entire species was focused on this work, and it seemed that other species
could also be interested in our Sacred Work. However, we had no interaction
with others species on this planet. We were a solitary group, and this time we were
only about four miles, so we sent one of our best explorers in
search for a species that might be interested in our findings in other dimensions
reality. "
"The name of the explorer is famous in our world. His name Kotari and it was he who established the
first contact with humanity there are almost two thousand years. "
I tried to understand the scope of its history. "How? How has he made contact? "
"Kotari wrote many of the most profound passages in our Sacred Work. It was our
best expert subtle realms, and it was really him, from the whole of Quantusum which
was more determined to share our ideas. None of our species had never ventured to
surface of the sea-"
"Why? "I interrupted.
"It was too dangerous. We thought the area was the barrier of our world. "
"But you said that you were able to see beyond time and space"
"Yes, but this is different, because we knew our world as a reality
mixtures of different energies, and the physical light was not one of them. Should we
still near the surface world, we were exposed to the light of a bright sun, and this
light was too hard for us. But Kotari had a plan. He developed multiple ducts
layers to his eyes, which protect them. So it goes back to the sea surface and attempt
to establish contact. "
"Who ... or what? "
"We did not know at the time," says Trisiel. "We knew there were other forms of life-
above us, but we had never interacted with them, so we do not know with certainty
if we could find others with whom we can communicate, but we felt compelled to
share our Sacred Work with others on this planet. "
"Why? "
"It's a reasonable question to which I can only provide an unreasonable response. We
knew we had a burst of illusion and had seen prison lands beyond its walls without
windows. We knew we had a special wisdom, because even in our travels to
more subtle realms of existence, we met entities who believed that there was
nothing beyond them. Everyone we met in our travels believed that their reality
is reality. They were always amazed at our travel stories beyond their world and had
concluded that either we made the stories or we were just crazy. "
"The Quantusum was convinced that the vast majority of entities had settled and adapted their bodies to
dominant reality of their kingdom, so they could not perceive beyond their world, and
it reduced their sense of freedom, which made them easier to control. We felt a
moral obligation to tell anyone who would listen that the universe was laminated with such complexity
that to be free - really free - it would need to experience these other realms.
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Our Work Sacred allow any entity to do so with an appropriate use
diligent application. "
"Kotari has he succeeded? "
"Not like we had hoped he could make contact with humans, but was unable
communicate with them. He was too afraid because of its enormous size and its scary
looking, least to human eyes. It was seen as a monster, and certainly not as a liberator
any nature and human beings fleeing or trying their best to capture and kill him. "
"He retired after many years of trying and gave up. We've all done it. We have
felt that the other creatures of our world were not ready for our Sacred Work, or they
preferred to live in one world, unaware of what was simply a change of
frequency further. One known world was comfortable, even normal for them, so we
decided to abandon our self-proclaimed mission. "
"How did all this change, I mean that you are now here, communicating
with humans ... with me. How did this happen? "
"During one of his many trips to find a human being to communicate with, Kotari
fell on the island. The woman, whom you know as Zenith, is known to us as a
Who Listen. "
"Zenith was alive, there are two thousand years? "I blurted.
"Yes. She is the guardian of the island, the sea, the entire planet. "
I heard the response Trisiel. I realized she was telling the truth, but at the same time, I do
not conceived in my mind. How could a person, a beautiful woman in clothes
in rags, living inside a volcano, likely to be the guardian of an entire planet? That
was not even an ounce of common sense.
Trisiel, as if she sensed my confusion or doubt, spoke again. "You are naturally confused
because it looks human, but it is much more. She is a representative of a conscience
which is global. It is the voice of the planet, and it's a Who Look who helped us
communicate with other species and to share our findings. "
I shook my head slowly, trying to understand what I meant. It was not the
unpleasant details, but there was something that weighed on me. "How
possible? "I said mostly to myself.
"The planets are more than just physical objects, just as you are. They have a soul, too.
This soul is the consciousness of collective energies that animate the planet with life -
systems weather, rivers, trees, oceans, minerals and animals. This energy is
orchestrated to both sustain and evolve all creatures. Imagine the complex chain
events that was necessary to enable you and me to communicate the way
we do. Humans say they created this through science and technology,
but in reality, it is this energy that we call A Look Who. "
"One way or another, all discoveries, if they occur on this planet have a
wire that connects to the central planetary soul, whether gravity, electricity or more
small particle that makes life possible. Humans like to think that they are the ones who make
discovery, when in reality it is an invisible force, hidden away on an obscure island that is
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muse of any real invention, and without it, the invention would be impossible. "
"But humans invent technologies that destroy the Earth, such as mining
gold or shave a forest to produce paper. Why the Earth soul would help invent
destructive technologies? "
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"Often, what appears to be destructive on a narrow time interval is actually a catalyst
essential to the creation when viewed from a broader perspective. You see, A Look Who is not
your time. It seems to be thirty years old, yet I assure you that it is over
four billion years. It maintains continuity of consciousness time after time, and
so it has a very different pace. She sees, hears, responds, feels and acts in a manner
completely different than you, or we could imagine. "
"For her, the world is an island in the sea of space and time. She is the guardian of all those
who are on it, but she also knows that the energies of all life and physical presence
up its real form, and it is only manifested as Zenith so that you can
get a sense of his soul and conscience. It's like watching a stone to understand a
mountain. "
As hard as I try to understand the concept that Trisiel explained to me, I could not accept it.
It was too abstract, too impossible that a planet can have a soul and that soul
manifests as Zenith in the middle of nowhere. It was too much to accept, and I began to
ask again, I was in a dream world? Have I lost my mind, and all this was
few fantasies that I created?
"Do not take this wrong," I began, "but the scope of what you say stretches my
ability to believe. Even in my state of amnesia, what you say is impossible. "
"Although you can feel it as it is what it is, the truth," calmly announced
Trisiel.
"Why the Earth would have a character as a young woman on a desert island? "
"This island is not as deserted as you might think, and the fact she is a woman for you
is not relevant to the larger reality it is the representative of the Earth embodied in a
human form. It is in this way to understand what humanity, but
importantly, to help people in the human family to discover the works
Sacred. "
There was a long pause, while I was looking for something to say, but nothing came to me.
My mind babbling like a helpless breath.
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"What you said about your Zenith? "Asked Trisiel.
At the sound of his question, I found my concentration. "What is my mission to find
a interface to a dimension where people can feel like a lost soul. "
"Now I understand. You Kotari of humanity. "
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"What do you mean? "
"There are always two approaches to the spiritual dimension, one is the way to experience
subjective done by some hardcore fans of Holy Works and another is through
science, the lens technology. Subjective always precedes the goal, as the esoteric
always precedes the exoteric. "
"Kotari and others of our kind have made these simple yet profound truths that we
have extracted from the higher realms and finer frequencies of the soul. We designed these
views in a form that we could share, and after years of research, we
finally found one who would listen and receive. "
"Zenith already knew these dimensions that we discovered, and she took these materials and
shared with humans that could influence teachers and our Holy Works began
to take root in the human consciousness. "
"But there are so many distractions in your world, no matter how powerful
spiritual teachings and the teacher, the individual will be driven by the reality of survival,
pressures of cultural norms and the very real limitations of their human body. "
"In our holy works, there is a prophecy of the technology to see the soul. It's called
the Grand Portal. This is the key finding that catalyzes the most radical changes in the
trajectory of humanity as an evolutionary species. If you are the one who must discover what
portal, then you Kotari your world. You are the one who invents Those who listen with the
telescope inside where all can see the stars of the soul. "
Trisiel shook his massive tail. There was a long pause, then: "I know it sounds
unlikely and perhaps far-fetched, but if Zenith had this to say about you, then it is
true, and you believe it, because it is not capable of errors or lies. "
A strange emotion rose to my tongue. It looked like anger mixed with pride. "And
even if it's possible, the big question, at least for me, is if people even in inquiteraient
? If people would care to know the soul as their true state of being, why do
they find not in the works Saintes? You said yourself that the Quantusum traveled
through many kingdoms, and entities who lived there were not trying to travel beyond to
higher states. What about the will? Even if I could produce this interface, people
Will they want to see ... to use? "
I waited briefly to see if Trisiel would comment, but I heard the silence. "No technology
will produce the desire to look, "I continued. "Consider the telescope. How people have
telescopes to see the wonders of the night sky? The technology exists, but if few take the
trouble to look. They do not have the will. No technology can produce desire to know
what is inside. "
I released what was unspoken since I heard of the so-called mission was me
bound. The human will, that's what I felt was missing in the crazy equation that
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I was supposed to achieve: the willingness of people to understand the deeper levels of
their existences.
A long pause ensued. Trisiel seemed distracted by his own thoughts. Then a slight
electricity crackling crackled in my ears.
"You are wise to question the will of mankind, because it has proven to be submitted
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to control the forces that want to maintain a lesser reality in order to ensure that
their form of slavery thriving. However, it is the alternative of doing nothing? If the will of
humanity is broken, do not you try to fix it? "
"The Grand Portal is the technological equivalent of self-realization. It is the interface between
and the human soul. If a man can be considered as a soul, everything changes. The prison walls
fall. Prison guards are obsolete. A whole new way to see the depth of
humanity and all creatures became the new paradigm. Initially, there will be only one
small percentage eager to see the soul within them, and this will move the rest of the planet
wave after wave after wave. There will be no stopping once it is released. "
I breathed a sigh slow and deliberate. "Do you mean that humanity will change? That
suddenly, people take care of what is in them? Why? What is the reason for this
change? "
"Science. "
"Science? What? "
"This is not the only reason, but it is dominant. It encourages people to watch, and when they
look, they see what can not be denied. They see a soul within them, and they see a soul
Within each. It becomes irresistible to watch, because it will be available to see in almost every
home on this planet. Your interface is the reason for this change. It is said that our
prophecy. "
"Where does this prophecy? "
"At the same place where all our prophecies come," said Trisiel. "It comes from our
creators. "
"Can I see this prophecy? "
The silence that came after my question was absolute. Suddenly, I felt extremely tired.
It was as if a thick fog came in my mind, and I was powerless to stop. As
grew in size and influence, I had no choice but to close my eyes and when my
eyes went, I began to see lights, which gradually became diffuse forms, and
they in turn began to appear as objects.
Suddenly, I was in a cathedral or a huge room somehow. It was like a church
or a temple, but it was simple, infinitely pleasing in what I felt and saw. There was a
clarity that stirred within me as if she wanted to break through and make themselves known to me. I
looked around, but it seemed to be alone.
"Will it someone here? "I asked tentatively, turning me to see the inside of a large
room with large arches and exposed stones in all directions.
There was no answer to my question. I could hear only the sound of wind blowing
slightly through the trees outside. An open window, arched, stone framed
gray caught my attention. Outside, there were huge trees the size of skyscrapers
burrowing into the sky. Their leaves were bright blue and aquamarine green tones
were translucent and each sheet were the size of a plate.
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Someone cleared his throat, and I turned to see a man who was dressed in a blue
dress floating. He was tall with soft blue and silver white hair eyes. He was in every
respect master it. "Can I help you? "
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I could not find my original voice. I was too fascinated by what I saw. Her skin, as
tree leaves, was translucent and glowed with an inner radiance. "I ... I do not know
how I got here, "I stammered. "Where am I? "
"Tell me the last thing you remember," said the man.
"I was talking to Trisiel ... it ... it is a Quantusum and we communicate on an island, and ... and she told
me
spoke this prophecy to which I belonged, and I asked him ... if ... if I could see, and then
I was very tired ... and fell asleep ... "
He raised his hand in a gesture for me to stop talking, I was very happy to do it because I went
that this was rambling and incoherent. "You're with friends, then you can relax.
Quantusum we know very well. Trisiel brought you here to show you a prophecy,
and if it is His will, then I am too happy to comply with his wishes. "
He beckoned me to approach and had a welcoming smile.
"Who are you? What is this place? "I asked as I walked towards him. His eyes
were on me as projectors. I felt like a caveman who emerged
for the first time and falling outside the framework of the inspection of a luminescent angel.
"My name is Ov-Ti-Su," he replied with a slight hi. "I am a member of the Central Race
who created the Quantusum. This place is my home. "
"You said Trisiel brought me here ... How to ... how did she do it? "
"Do you want me to explain the process of arrival, or do you see the prophecy
that interests you? Your visit will be short, so I would recommend that you stay focused on
your main interest. You will find that everything in this world is very different from yours, and
hundred questions follow each question forming in your mind. The
Concentration is the key in this world, or you can lose. "
He dropped me a smile. It was much bigger than me and certainly calmer, and I
realized that his remark was relevant. "Your advice is appreciated. I want to see the prophecy. "
"Which one? "Asked OV-Ti-Su.
"I do not know what to call, but it refers to an event called the Grand Portal.
Trisiel said it was a prophecy in their holy works, and I play a role in its
discovery. "
As usual I had a thousand questions in my mind. Who was the Central Race? How did
they created Quantusum? And if they could create such an advanced Quantusum like creature, which
else have they created? Where was this place, and why he seemed so familiar?
"If you follow me I'll show you the prophecy. "OV-Ti-Su turned and walked in a
corridor was sprinkled round windows without glass on both sides. I could hear the
gurgling stream below, but I do not see any water. I felt that the
hall was a covered bridge across a river or stream.
As we reached the end of the hallway, we entered a large room where there were eight
empty pedestals, each amounting to about four feet above the ground. The high stone walls
of the room were covered with tapestries decorated, light filled and a nice warm color
which seemed to shine by itself.
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OV-Ti-Su went to one of the pedestals and said an order after it has touched. It was
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a language I did not recognize, but I could feel a change in the room. Above
pedestal of a dark sheet, about eight inches thick, descended like a
projection screen and in the darkness, in perfect detail and colors, the image of an angel appeared
gradually. It was not quite an angel as is commonly represented in the
literature and art. On the one hand, his skin was blue. On the other hand, even if he had wings, they were
relatively small. He was obviously humanoid, but I felt it could be
any form he would have chosen.
"Who is it? "I heard myself ask, fascinated by what I saw.
OV-Ti-Su looked at me and ordered one that froze the image we look. "It is born
Firstborn. In our cosmology known there seven universes and each universe has a Firstborn who
embodies the archetype for sensitive species of this particular universe. It is ours, but there
in six others. We know these things only by that title because they do not take names. This
are the ones who have the genetic substrate of the Central Race within their universe. They are our
creators and through them, we are the creators of the physical life of the planetary spheres. "
"So ... it is God? "I asked.
"No, there is someone else who created the First Born, and perhaps still another beyond. We are
not know how far extends the act of creation. We believe it is an original creator - a point
one that we call the First Source, but it's a mystery that we believe will
Always in the field expansion. "
"God does not exist? A unique and omniscient God is a myth? "
"We do not know if there is one Creator, or if there are many designers who operate as
one being. We do not know the origin of all life. Some say they know, they met
or talked to Him Who Is All, but we only know the Firstborn of our universe, and
is the Firstborn that most species call God. "
I pointed to the frozen Blue Angel picture. "And the humans, like me, is that this is the God
which we believe? "
"No, he is not the God in whom you believe. There were many gods who populated the history of
your planet. The Firstborn met only once the population of the planet passes
the Grand Portal, which is precisely what the First Born speaks in this prophecy. Are you ready
to listen? "
I nodded and turned my attention to the dazzling image of blue angel.
OV-Ti-Su said a single word and image Firstborn began to come alive again, his wings
moved subtly, and it was like he was talking directly to me, even though I knew I was watching
the equivalent of a film. When the voice began, I trembled at the purity of his sound. It does
unlike any other voice that I had heard of, and I am woefully inadequate for
even begin to describe it.
"The prophecy I'm talking about now is where you hear that, you make parties
or you would not hear my words. We are the creators of the portal to the soul, and without it, a
entire species remain to perish in ignorance. It is a condition that we will not allow. This
is not feasible. A species persevered to the threshold of this portal, and search through the ages,
discovery space of the mind and see the great truth that is in the slightest illusion,
and rejoice that the truth is free, without restriction and a part of the wholeness that is all
big and little things. "
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"The portal which I speak is the access point for a species to perform intimate identity, this
part of the self that encompasses the entire experience of an integrated individual soul with open
receptivity
to others to every form of life met and transmission unreserved love. This is the state
of the Sovereign Integral consciousness. "
"The Sovereign Integral is the highest consciousness that incarnated soul can aspire. This is the second
last view of individuality and they are extremely few in the planetary spheres
able to extract the life of their own. This is because the severity of any illusion is so
strong that only a handful break his grip, will climb the walls and fix a sight of my
field. "
"Even those who perceive the other side can still succumb to another veil of illusion
seems to be the supreme reality, when in fact it is just another layer of the lower
illusion. There are many layers. The omniverse is a maze that was created by a variety
almost endless personalities who sought personal gain against the universal union.
This is the crossover frequency of the life and power that shaped the slightest illusion. "
"If you are an integrator of the gate that I speak, then you are certainly one who has sought
universal union. You have found the top infuriating consciousness in its subtlety, illusory
whispered in his voice and appalling in its view of current rulers of evolution.
You have witnessed the engineering time and the space and how it forms the walls
encroach on your sense of freedom and being unlimited. You waited an unveiling
only to hear the impatience and feelings of disappointment. "
"The portal is the way in which a species can reset his conscience and renew its
path to a higher understanding of his true identity. A species is a group. A
group has a base or common sets its policies and culture. This is the field
reality of a species, and it can be a catalyst for discovery or a protective shield. Of
most species, there is both at once. This is the main battlefield of life in
the planetary spheres that are incubating the Sovereign Integral consciousness. "
"The two fundamental forces - discovery and protection - are in competition, but in a
another sense, they create the edge of consciousness and still grow closer to the portal.
Now, what gate? It is the interface of technology, connected to the communication system
global, allowing individuals to see themselves as the soul, unencumbered with
any illusion of a jacket, or agencies, or any form of cladding. "
"This interface is what brings in a little personality to immortal structures
support and nourish the great soul, what I've called the Sovereign Integral consciousness. It
This is an overview. This is not a complete experience. It is a way for people to see what
they have never seen before: they are souls. They live in organizations that allow
experience for the soul. The soul is the true identity. Validates the reality portal above the
any illusions. It verifies that a person is, first, an immortal soul, and secondly,
a mind and a body. "
"Why create a portal? Why not require that every individual should win this view
or perception? The individual is already doing. It is not a learned thing, and therefore, you do not win
no access to this state. It's a jolt of memory. This is an alarm clock. "
"This moment occurs when knowledge of a species are protected from those who seek a
personal gain universal union. This protective wall is constructed so that the species does
seen even as a wall, but rather as an object of need, faith, protection and security.
This wall has a foundation, and that foundation is ignorance and ignorance is not attributable to the mind,
nor
incarnation. This is the design of creation. This is how the universe expands outward
and extends inwardly. If there is fault, it would be me - the creator of this great design. "
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There was a long pause as the Firstborn seemed to bring a new collection of thoughts. I
could not take my eyes. I wanted to watch and see what was behind the Firstborn, where
he speaking, if there were others nearby, but I could not take my eyes off his face.
"The portal is not the only answer to the restoration of memory while living in a
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physical incarnation. It is, however, more radical in its effect because it captures the attention of a
entire species and places it on my domain, the dimension where all planetary beings
come. This is the direct link to a new awareness of the relationship between creation and
the creator, as well as create and creation. "
"I am, and that's enough. I am, and this is too much. I was, and it is too little. All that does is portal
transform itself awareness of the species as an extension of my world
creative and autonomous. It destroyed the wall that was built between the case and my field. It takes
more time to do what most would like, but this is only because the wall was established
rhythm of time, when in fact, the arrow of time and rhythm are part of any illusion. "
"When a sensitive species changes primarily on a planetary sphere, the portal is not based on
technology. It is based on the heart. It is the center of the sensitivity of individuals and they may feel
this report to my world, but the walls are constructed quickly by those who gain
staff, and I am so entangled with any illusions. Thereafter I'm relegated to a simple
reflected in the culture of the species, and many pose for me, hoping that others will follow and
give them power. "
"I know that species travel at the edge of my world as I call them, and when they will
close enough, they will build their minds with a technology that connects them. This is part of the
design. It is not a coincidence. When they have the ability to connect the gate they will be brought
in concept. Will be explained in words, shown in pictures transmitted in music and set in
spiritual techniques. "
"In these preliminary expressions, it will attract those who are willing to see the portal formats
more crystallized. They will be those who will pass the basic architecture of the portal, and in whose
the heart center. The heart has always been the guardian and provider of the portal, so that the gate in
part is generated by the heart. There is no other way. "
"The cornerstone of the portal is the domain of the heart and how it is interpreted by the
technology. This technology will be a mirror of the higher states of consciousness, such as
scrutinize individuals in the mirror, they will see a new mirror image, one that is radiant and
resolutely pure. It does not include the vessels of the incarnation that plunge and rise in
waves polarity instead will express the unmistakable perspective of the soul. "
"The portal will happen then the walls will continue to make a larger and more
and more people begin to see and feel the real purpose of the wall. Some of them will
those whose minds will be sharpened by the wheel-building and others whose hearts are strong
projectors in the invisible realms. They work together to create this portal which I speak,
and then one of them will advance to complete the technology. "
The eyes of the Firstborn turned to me, and for a moment I felt his gaze move
through me, at a depth of my existence that never surfaced and was shown
before, at least for me. It looked like a hand searching inside a drawer some
something forgotten, and all I could do was watch as the hand searched to
within me.
"You are the one who will complete the interface to my world," says the Firstborn. "You're the one who
notice that others will not see. I am aware that you have your reasons to forget,
but never doubt that I win, regardless of the elapsed time, or in what way it
unfolds. This will be done, if not by you, by another. Never I will not allow a species to my
dark image in the dark. "
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I turned to Ov-Ti-Su to see if he could explain what was happening, but he was not there.
In
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Actually, I was not there. I had not noticed that I had been transported elsewhere - a place where I
not remember enough to even describe it. I can only say that it was like a field
energy, but I do not remember a specific color, shape or sound - other than the voice of
Firstborn.
Then I felt the love, but that was more than love. It is a union, a convergence - some
something that was predestined to be an event, however improvised as an experiment. I
felt every part of me to meet. Each life in which I existed, all the actions of my
mind and body, all the desires of my soul, all combined as a thousand tributaries throwing
in a single river. I could observe. It was incredible. It was the perfect completion of parts
which were disparate, separated by time and space, but now, suddenly, interlaced
a precise mosaic which restored the same substance: love.
"You're the one who discovered that the circuit is outside of space and time, and that
circuit which was blocked by the wall of any illusion. The portal will demonstrate that
you see now. "
At this point, my vision is reduced, as if someone had pressed up
few inches in front of my eyes. I could not see anything beyond this limit.
Again, my field of vision was compressed to a much smaller range, and this
continued to repeat two, three, four, five times. Every time it seemed to me that the order of magnitude
My field of vision was getting smaller. And when I thought it could not go beyond it
was. Except now I do not look outward, I looked inward. I
looked inside what I assumed to be me, but it was too like
the universe.
It was a very strange contradiction. The space became non-space. I am unable to
describe it, unfortunately these are the words, without which, of course, you, the reader, can not
understand, but if I could find the words to describe it, I would have definitely. The
best I can do is say that my inner sight like a telescope that roamed to
through time and space, and yet I felt no movement. When I got to the point
what I was, distillation or essence of all aspects of myself, I discovered a whole that
was closely intertwined in everything that was you and you and you and you and all the others
our kind.
When I say "our kind," I do not want the human species on Earth. I mean all
humanoid species in our universe through all time. I felt that all of us, no matter
how we appear outwardly, we are united in the same designer and the same goal.
We are a fusion of something that is born into the world whose goal is the deployment
time, but it was evident in the non-time as a way to connect the physical universe
with clever animations that could guide the life toward greater harmony and
intentional.
I've seen it in every detail. It was absolutely clear in every aspect to the particles
material making up the body we wear. I felt so strongly that the connection
was the only thought or conscience who stood inside me. I was connected to this movement
And the grandest of all processes. A development conceived. Everyone is there, too, he
knowledge or not.
I could look down and see the layers upon layers of density, which resembled
fog, battling for supremacy. Each level working to be more important than another. I
could see the opposite to another person for reasons that were involved in
models that were illusory and outright idiots. I saw how all the disagreements and
dissonances of humanity were part of a false story that was buried deeper
in polarity and the dark, away from the clarity of the universal union.
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Ever deeper into the burrow polarity I felt a tunnel and I say
feeling shaky unbalanced weight that grew on me, and I fell into the tunnel. I
fell, twisted in the lightest handles, as if a giant hand guided me to a place that
was planned for myself. As I fell, I could see such galaxies scattered grains
of sand on the shore of the black space. None of this I could not claim mine. There
was nothing familiar in any direction I looked.
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Then, in the distance, a small particle of light caught my eye. I lost consciousness, and everything to
So, I opened my eyes to find myself inside a small listening room. I searched
to see if Trisiel was still present, but the blurry darkness in front of me gave me some
Hope. I swung my legs over the edge of my chair and was standing unsteadily on my
legs and sat - may have fallen - back. I rubbed my eyes and I groaned.
After just a few minutes of self-loathing, the kind that comes in the more rarefied atmosphere
of the universe, and then suddenly find themselves inside a darkroom in a volcano, who knows
where, with a body that I could not name with confidence. I was just pleased
lack of mirror, I could easily have smashed me against him, hoping to end the two images.
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Chapter 17: Sleeping
I was not sure when I speak again. I left the listening room and Zenith
probably saw my expression and knew that it was better not to try to engage in
a conversation. It just drove me to the bedroom and left me there, saying she
bring me some food and water.
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I had no way to talk about my experience, and even though the day was advancing in
night, I could feel my memories, light and delicate, melt piece by piece as the sand
is covered by an ocean wave as it recedes from the shore. My brain was not capable of
retain such images or sounds. I had no storage area that could accommodate the range of
my experience. I felt like the peak of a mountain surrounded by great distances in all
directions. I had never felt so alone.
I fell asleep, wishing a dream clarify what I should do next. How I
should move forward. I just wanted to dive deep inside myself and wake me
in a new world that had no demon or hidden island. I wanted to see which access paths
were brightly lit and what is obscured by a wall that rises so high as to leave
men quivering in its shadows. I wanted to see without cause, without collapsing or
climbing. I wanted to see the scope of my heart.
It was my last wish before sleep comes and spreads its wings on merciful
Me.
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Chapter 18: Thorns
When I finally woke up from a dreamless sleep, I decided to go to the observation room
and look out. I needed to return to the island and explore. I felt overwhelmed by my
situation, for any reason, talk with Zenith was not something I wanted to do. I
decided to return to the beach and look to see if other debris were stranded. I thought
I could find more evidence of my identity on the beach in the dark volcano.
I know it seems an odd choice to look for clues on a deserted beach while
matriarch of the Earth was right, but my desire to be outside was powerful and it was
impossible to resist.
When I got to the observation room, I could see it was broad daylight and my
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best estimates, this was early in the morning. The sound of the waves in the distance was a reminder
welcoming my plan to return to the beach. I have carefully assessed the window. It was
Unfortunately, smaller than I remembered. I tried to twist my body, testing
to see if my shoulders went.
"There is an easier way," announced quietly Zenith.
His voice startled me for various reasons, but mostly because I felt like I was
caught leakage.
"Even if you could get through this window, the cliff is steep, and you might fall"
she explained. "Would you take an easy way out? "
I nodded.
Without a word, Zenith turned and left the room. I followed a winding corridor
was advancing behind a wall just after the observation room. She held a torch, although I did
not see how it was acquired, but the hallway she had chosen was decidedly lacking
light. I walked a few meters behind it, because the road was narrow, following the light
frail she held in her hand. The corridor sprang like a snake through the gray stalactites
reddish rigidly attached to the cavernous ceiling.
After a few minutes of silent walking, Zenith stepped on the side of the narrow corridor and
indicated. "When you get to the end of this path, you will see a door covered with thick vines
- This is the only way out of this cave system that leads to the beach. Once you arrive at the
beach, turn left, I think you will find what you are looking for there. "
I nodded. "Thank you, I will come back before nightfall. "
"Now you know the way," says Zenith. She briefly looked into my eyes. "If
you need anything, you know where to find me. "
With that, she handed me the torch, turned and made his way back. I stood still for a moment,
flashing bright light in my hand. The thought came to me that it would be wise to invite them to
join me, but my mouth was not yet ready to speak. I wanted to be alone, as
I wanted his company.
The passage narrows especially as I followed a steep decline. Ten minutes later,
signs of the outside world were unequivocal as the characteristic odor of
Ocean began to join. I knew I was approaching. A few minutes later, I found
vines which Zenith had spoken. However, the vines were full of thorns - sharp thorns.
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There was a thin crack of light across seeping between the thick tangled vines
falling through the door like a waterfall. I could not imagine that, on the other hand,
thorny vines, strategically placed above the doorway, and their stems, nestled
in the grand massif, falling to block intruders.
"The easy way? "I am I said aloud. "I do not think so. I should try my luck with the
window. "
Now I had to state the obvious, I wondered if I should not turn around and
retrace my steps. That would be to admit defeat without a war. I should first try
pass through the thorny hedge. As I was looking for anything that might be a tool for
help, I wondered why Zenith did not mention that the vine is an armor
complete. I really need a big stick, or something similar, so I could remove
vine, at least enough so that I can get through.
The idea came to me that I could burn the vine with the torch, but I had no idea what
could happen with the resulting smoke, and the ability to let loose a fire on the island
seemed be an idea better suited for a last resort. Not a stick or stake was what I need.
Then I saw was a stalactite, long and sized correctly for my job. I grabbed
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with one hand and pulled roughly, but she did not move. I put the torch on the floor and pulled two
hands, but again, no effect. I fell a few feet and ran to the stalactite all
my forces, I met with my right shoulder and took it with my cupped hands. I heard
loud noise breaking as I struck and felt a section of one meter and twenty-eight
ten centimeters in diameter fell into my hands. It was surprisingly heavy, almost pulling me
as a ground anchor.
Immediately I stuck stalactite through the thick tangle of vines and created a
opening of about two feet, enough for me to pass. As carefully as
I did, I managed to cut my arm on some thorns, but I was so excited to release me
the volcano that I barely noticed the cuts.
The smells of the lush rainforest welcomed me and the sunlight that shone
through the canopy of leafy trees. As I watched, I felt tipsy. What is
Password? A sudden? I looked around, searching for the cause of my brief state of confusion. A
stunning grabbed me, and I had no other choice but to sit down. I felt an empty grab
me, and I was powerless to keep me at a distance. I had no other choice but to face the fall
first into the soft ground before me.
I do not know how long it lasted, but I felt someone shaking my arm, and I
felt a spark of curiosity to see who it could be, and then I opened a tired eye. This was
a strange creature. I do not know how else to say it, but it looked a bit like an elf
- Even if it was more the profile of a fish with eyes on each side of his head and a close
beak-shaped nose.
At the sight of it, my eyes were opened, and I gathered enough energy to keep me sitting and me
rub eyes. At this second I had no idea that when I open my eyes, the creature is
part, a mere figment of my imagination, but it was not the way it happened. To
Instead, I opened my eyes and she was even closer, staring at me, eyes in
eyes, as if he had lost something in my eye.
"What do you want? "Braillai I said. "Who are you? "
The creature retreated somewhat, appearing truly discouraged by what seemed to be a
reaction quite reasonable. "I have no need of you, but you, my friend, need
something me and it's more than a name, however, I am willing to give you this. "
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"What? "I said unsteadily.
"My name," the creature said, tapping his foot.
"What is it? "I asked, trying to sound interested, but mostly I was annoyed
not knowing what was happening to me ... again.
The creature was small, perhaps only two feet high. She looked like a
man, but his hair was very long almost to her waist and were mainly
golden brown with red stitches near his ears. His ears were large enough, in
Given its small size, almost the entire length of his face. I must say it was not unattractive,
simply disproportionate, at least by human standards.
"You know me as Canto. I am the protector of the volcano - the same one you
recently experienced, as evidenced by the fact that you can see me. "
Canto was sitting on a branch in front of my sitting position. My head was still dizzy and also
away from the consistency of a drunk home. "How can I see you ... that ...
what is happening to me? "
Canto laughed good heart, throwing back his head and rubbing your stomach. "You are a
person funny. Tall, dark, dressed as a pirate and perfectly childish. Yes, you are a person
funny. I will take this assessment. "
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His tone became more serious. "You have trespassed the volcano. You went through the secret door, and
vines have left their mark on you. "Canto pointed my arm where there was little streaks of blood.
"The spines of the vine have a purpose, not just scratch you and you inflict pain, even
if it is one, "he smirked. "The biggest part of it is that it frees
Chemical compound in your blood that allows us to meet you - in my world. "Canto
stretched out his arms. I counted seven fingers on each hand.
"Your world looks identical to mine," 'I said, looking around and seeing absolutely nothing
different - except, of course, a small creature that seemed to be part of an underworld
obscure.
"You say you want to evaluate me. To what end? I'm not an intruder. I wrecked on this
island just yesterday, and since that time I have seen things that I can talk. I encountered
Earth - Zenith, and I fought against demons. I saw the creators of it all, and I spoke with
their creator. So tell me, what do you - a small woodland creature - can
do to prevent me from going to the beach and look for something that could give me a
clue as to why I'm here? "
I must admit that my irritation reached a feverish pitch. By the time I finished my
last word, my voice was literally cracked with anger. I could not help it. I
the feeling of being alone, and the last thing I wanted was to be evaluated by a puny creature
seemed just think of myself as a fun interlude of the day otherwise
boring.
"I have to evaluate your plan," said Canto. "So this is what I'll do. This is my
work and if you know Zenith, then you know my boss, and if my boss tells me to do
work, then the work I do. And do not think you simply because of your stature
physical, bear me somehow superior. I can stop you in your actions other than
physical strength. Are not you already in my world? "
"You will come back again once," I pleaded. "I'm not in your world. You invaded
mine. Listen, I need your evaluation. I do not care what you think of me or my
objective. I just want to go to the beach and search for clues. "
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I began to rise, indicating that my patience - as small as it is - had ended, but I
quickly noticed that my sense of balance was gone. I fell on my side and struggled to
return to a sitting position.
"The chemical compound which I spoke earlier," said Canto, "has side effects. The more
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move, the more it circulates in your blood. Even your anger releases more. It would be wise to calm down,
take deep breaths and be very, very quiet. "
Canto jumped and did his best to help me stand up straight, but I was afraid that I might fall
backwards and crush. Despite its small size, it was strong, and I dare say, useful.
Once I found an upright sitting position, my head began to clear. "What do
you know? "I asked, showing respect in my voice.
Canto returned to his arm, crossed his legs and put a long look at me. I could
imagine the air that I must have. I tried my best not to think about.
"You're a human being? "
I moaned. This is a long review, I told myself. "Yes."
"And you're a male of the species? "
"Yes."
"And your name is ...? "
"Solomon," I lied, trying to shorten my story.
"And you came to this island for what purpose, Solomon? "
My idea to shorten my story suddenly seemed a remote possibility. "I do not know
not. "
Canto sighed. "What are you trying to hide? I'm here to help you. I'm a friend. I serve
which you no doubt invited here, so please speak freely with me. I you
do no harm. "
"Why do you think I was invited? "I asked.
"I ask the questions, if you do not mind. If you do not know why you were invited
on this island, then you suffer from amnesia, which is not uncommon for your case, I guess. "
"Really? "
"An amnesiac who wakes up on an island to be invited to be a beautiful goddess of the Earth, and
however, you seem like intending to leave the island before having recovered your
memory. Where do you want to go? "
"I told you, the beach. "
"Yes, look for clues," Canto said, shaking his head and looking down the floor.
Canto began to seem smarter than I originally thought. He behaved like a
Sherlock Holmes in miniature. His mind was not instinctive, as might be expected from a
such a small creature. He wore only a grass tunic that was neatly braided for
ensure its decency. It was quite ornate with flowers growing out of its neck to provide
a range of colors that seemed nice, if a bit pretentious.
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Canto looked me squarely in my eyes. "I think you are hiding something, perhaps
me, maybe yourself. You said earlier that you had met demons
while you were on this island. I do not believe you, because demons can not enter
in this place. "
"Technically, it was not on this island," I began. "It was in another area, but
it happened while my body was on this island. I also saw the great prophet, Dou Xing, who
was, to my great dismay, killed by the demon. "
"Do you believe in evil, then? "Asked Canto.
"Like everyone else? "I replied. I could not imagine where he was going with his
assessment, but as long as the conversation was not about me personally, I was relieved.
"Evil does not exist," says Canto. "There's just a lack of empathy and understanding. "
"Well, you can call it whatever you want," I told him, "but when you see
someone killed right in front of you, you believe in evil. So for me, evil exists, and analyze
words about it is not something I am inclined to ... with you or someone else. "
Canto sighed, noting his impatience. "This is an important issue and it is part of my
assessment, which is why you discuss with me or I will not let you pass. "
"Skip? What do you mean? "
"I am able to deny you access to the beach or anywhere else on the island. If you
act with disdain in my assessment, or in some way you hold me the truth, well,
sir, you will be detained in the volcano awaiting a decision Zenith. Is it
clear? "
"What is clear is that I am a prisoner. "
"You are a guest, but as a guest, you still have to respect the rules of your home, and
in this case, Zenith was very specific that I lead this assessment - "
"Who are you exactly? "I interrupted. "What is your role on this island? "
"I've already explained that -"
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"Not to my satisfaction, I do not know what you're trying to do with me. You basically me
addict, you hold me captive in this place, and now you threaten me. I want to know what
you intend to do, and I demand to know now! "
"You put in all your reports again, Solomon, and you will not like the cost of your
sensitivity. Calm down. "Canto stood and watched me carefully. It was such an artist looking
a gigantic sculpture, trying to decide how to reveal a form he longed to see.
"Why do you believe in evil? , "He asked me.
Canto began to come and go as I was deliberating on my answer. I did not want to play this
game, but the alternative does not make me a call.
"Because people are cruel," I relented. "They kill, torture, manipulate and destroy the goodness and
innocence. Is it not evil? "
"What happens if it was a cultural operation to extinguish or diminish understanding
emotional? What will happen if the brain may be affected so that the ability to
understand the feelings and the position of the other was altered? What will happen if the wrong - or
act you call evil - was simply a lack of empathy? "
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"There is no prime contractor behind the evil deeds. There is no devil, as you say,
playing puppeteer for the human race. Good and evil are locked in a dance
perpetual conflict. This is not the world in which you live. Evil does not exist. The
lack empathy exists for a set of reasons. "
"Why does it matter to me? "I asked wearily. "How is this relevant to
Me? "
"It's up to you to discover, and you will. "
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Canto stretched out his arms. It seemed to me that invoking something from heaven. The leaves of the
trees
surrounded us slowly began to throb in a variety of colors. They blinked
on bright blue, red, yellow, orange and green, but slowly they began to
synchronize to a brilliant purple. In a minute or two, they were all on fire
maturation in a violet radiance.
Canto remained in his position, eyes closed, as if in deep meditation. Everything I
could do was watch. Then the leaves began to fall, meeting, after a
the other, on the back of Canto. Within seconds, I could see that the leaves were assembled
like wings. Canto seemed both invulnerable and adorned with wings purple color which
was formed by an invisible intelligence. The whole scene was exciting, and I suddenly realized that
I held my breath.
"A legacy has been given," said Canto, his arms still extended. "It was a gift, not a
curse. Mankind has learned to adapt to separation so she forgot the fate of
lower. This separation would ruin of humanity if not for you. What you bring
is how humanity can become human in the highest sense of the word - of the gods
Earth. "
"Look at me. I control my world and he answers. I am my world. What you see here
this little creature you call Canto - is just a symbol of my world condensed
in a small, three-dimensional animation that allows you to interact with the island, which is what I
really am. "
Immediately after finishing the feet of Canto began to grow, and soon everything
body lay, but as he grew more and more, it became more like a tree. Its
legs began to sink into the earth like roots, and his face turned to bark
without relief. Canto had changed the form of a tree and, what is more, a large tree. He commanded me,
the sound of hyper growth, bursting through the canopy, pushing the other branches of nearby trees;
it was enough to put one in a state of fear.
For me, the state of fear included fainted. I lost consciousness. I seemed to have found this
where nothing exists: nowhere.
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Chapter 19: The Cave
Without knowing our true place, I guess we are still ignorant of where we
are - conscious or not. I do not know how long I drifted into nonsense, but
when I woke up, the day looked identical from when I had crossed the threshold
door covered with vines. It was as if there had been no time has elapsed, and yet I
remembered everything that happened.
My head felt good. Whatever the drug was in the thorns, its effects were gone,
as if I woke up from a restful sleep. No effect of the drug, no feeling
pain and, to my surprise, no perception of Canto. Not that I found it boring, it
was just a little too unusual for my taste. An island elf who turns into a huge tree?
I barely understand. The idea brought a smile to my face.
I got up and got stretched, feeling that my energy was enough to walk. I found my
benchmarks and headed to the beach. There was the sign of a path, so I felt very
is certain to be on the right track, but suddenly and for no reason that I can detect,
my heart began to beat wildly. I looked around and saw nothing. I listened with full
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conscience, and only the sound of waves crashing in the distance broke the silence of the forest. There was
no breeze and no movement I could see, and yet my heart was beating like the wings
a sparrow.
My alarm condition seemed pointless, so I continued down the path. I could
help thinking that a demon called me. I began to remember my dream with Dou Xing
and wanted to save him. At the corner of the eye, a branch move. I turned to him
face, though he was but I could not see. I began to wonder if my contact
Canto was not a simple drug-induced hallucination, perhaps he was following me, but
I awake, he could only hit me like a ghost.
The road, which remained, wound through a thick wooded area where the pitch was soft and
even spongy, making travel difficult. Whenever I came to a large tree,
thought it might be Canto entered my mind, but then I smiled and reassured me
considering that it was caused by an absurd fantasy ... I never quite finished this
of thought.
I finally found the beach. The waves rising louder was like the needle of a
compass, guiding me in the direction of stirring waters endless. However, when I sprang out of
the forest, I was above the shore, perhaps a hundred feet or more, on top of cliffs
limestone. It would take me down, and through my eyes narrowed, it was clear that the descent would be a
challenge.
It was a hot day, probably mid-morning, and the sun playing with some
stray clouds that seemed to be arguing the kingdom of heaven. I looked for any track, but
finding none, I decided to lie down and look over the cliff to see where the path
may be the easiest. As I looked at the bottom to the shore, I could see a cave carved
into the limestone cliffs and an input from the division of the sea cave. It seemed
gaping in depth, so deep that I could not see where she was going. The tide was
low, and I could see, even my height, that crabs were looking for
food on the beach below. They are in their oceanic dimension, while I looked
high as their God.
I could not get rid of the nagging feeling that I was missing something. Some
something important. I felt a presence that I could not explain. It gnawed at me, me
followed with an omniscience that drew me to a place where I really do not want to go, but he
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There was something in this cave that waved at me, and I knew I had no choice but
to explore, despite the advice of Zenith to go left when I'd arrived at the beach.
The cliff was steep, but fortunately the soft limestone provide enough footholds,
and it was easier than I expected descent. The cave was carved by the sea, but I did not know
not that the sea was a channel that was deep in the island itself. It was as if the
housed an underground cave lagoon. The turquoise water and a reddish yellow limestone
were spectacular combination of colors as they mingled with light, forming new
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golden amber color and bright green. The soothing sound of water in the lagoon was faired reinforced
natural amphitheater, and I sat on a ledge a few meters inside the mouth
the cave, taking it all, immeasurably surpassed by my environment.
As I watched for the first time in the mouth of the cave, the depth of the cave
water was lost in the darkness. Behind me there was a beach, sun, probably the
food and what I was hoping for clues as to my identity, but it is the darkness of the cave
attracted me and for reasons I could not explain. At the same time I felt reassured
I would only do a brief exploration, I heard something deep
inside the cave.
I would not say it was a human voice, or the voice spoke in a language I
understand, but there was something inside the cave, and he, or they, spoke. It could be
others like me? Perhaps others were washed ashore from the same boat as me ...
it seemed reasonable. I almost cry, but then I decided to stay calm and to approach
the source of the voice. If I knew something about this island, we should expect the unexpected.
I was more inside the cave, the more the sound of waves crashing on the distant reefs became
less noticeable, and the voices became more distinct. At one point, after a few
minute movements along the ledge, I was over, I heard the word "done" in a
muffled tone. It seemed to me that it was deeper inside the cave, but the word
was distinct and unequivocal. The cave overlooking the crystal clear water that rippled over effects
The sea was perfectly still, like me.
I leaned against the wall of the cave, seeking the source of the voice and trying to see what was
could be seen. If they were traveling companions, perhaps they knew me or
were less able to tell me what happened to our boat, and how we became
Shipwrecked. I decided to approach them and try my luck.
"Hello? "I said, not too strong and my most calm voice.
The silence returned.
"My name is Solomon. I was shipwrecked on this island just yesterday. Can you tell me
understand? "
I thought I heard a gurgling sound and maybe a little movement. Then I heard the rippling water
against the walls of the cave. I began to wonder whether to stay or go. If they were
friendly, they respond? A minute passed, and suddenly I saw something rise slowly
out of the water. I froze.
In no more than six feet away, I could see a human head floating above water, I
looking. In the darkness I could not see all the features, but I was sure there
had a head floating in the water, and it was definitely human. Then she disappeared. I
'm crouched, hoping to get a better perspective of the swimmer, but all I could see
was ghosts and shadows.
"I mean you no harm," I said. "I just want to talk. Are you there? "
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Somewhere amid the silence that followed, I decided to go further into the cave and see if I
could find one that had appeared in front of me. I tripped on the edge and I noticed that
ended in tapering. Frustrated, I turned to leave, and I saw his head again, floating
above water, silhouetted in the dim light from the outside world.
"I am Nammu. "
It was a woman's voice with a clear and penetrating quality.
"Why are you in the water? "I asked.
"Why are you on a narrow ledge that allows you to hardly any movement? "
I had to admit that it is a reasonable question. "I saw the creatures the size of large vessels
on this island, I'm not sure I want to swim with them. "
I stopped a moment, looking at the head up and down slowly in water. "Where have
you? "
She pointed up with a long, thin arms.
"What do you mean? "I asked.
"I come from there, where the stars live. "
"And then how did you come to this island? "
"If I told you how I came here, you would not believe me. "
"Then why did you come to this island, inside a dark cave? Are there other
people of your kind here? "
"I came to meet you," she replied, her tone softening. "Oh no, there are none of
my kind on the island. We do not allow it. "
"How do you know me? "
"I know you for a long time. I came to see you to talk with you ...
in secret. "
Once again I was speechless. Everyone I've met on this island knew who I was, what I
had to make, and yet I, achiever, do not remember how I could possibly
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invent a human interface for the soul.
And yet there I was, talking to a strange woman swimming in a sea channel under the roof
a dark cave, as if we had met by chance in the street. For some
Because my thoughts that seemed gallant, were directed toward comfort.
"Are you well in the water," I asked. "I mean, do you want to go out and discuss
the beach? "
"I am very comfortable that way. I love the water. It is, somehow, my second home. "
"You said you wanted to speak to me in secret. Why secret? "
"I have a proposal I wanted to do, and I just prefer it reaches your ears. This
is not an easy thing to meet you in private, since you're, say, a very property
monitored. "
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"Why do you refer to me as a retained property? "
"Are not you the guest of Zenith? "
"I ... I guess so, but to be honest, I have no recollection of being asked -"
"The same can be said for all those who come to this island. They do not remember
the their invitation. They just appear. This is the way to work Zenith. "
I sat on the ledge and I swung my feet in the water. Nammu watched me in silence.
"Who are you exactly? "I asked.
"I am Nammu. That's all you need to know. I am honored and gave birth to the most
great leaders of your world, and even today remain in power, although
invisible and unknown to all but a handful of humans. "
"As a mother and creative power of human reason, which I will release you from your
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responsibility and enslavement of those who are misguided and you have removed from your normal life
and ask you now to become something you're not. "
"And what is it? "
"A scientist. "
Nammu had a way of speaking that captured my attention. There was something extraordinary
about it. She was - despite the fact that it makes the on-site in a dark cave - as
a queen. When she spoke, there was a weight in his voice, powered by a dominant will that
may come as a possessive race.
"You say my benefactors are misguided. On what do you base this deduction? "
"You talk like a scientist, and yet you're not one. Do not confuse them.
You are a simple and ordinary man. Those you call benefactors are, in fact, your
enemies. They make you, fill your head with lofty mission, and yet contribute
them to your well-being? Do you have your memory? Do you know who is your wife? You
remember the names of your children? "
The powerful authority of his words fell upon me like a powerful predator with teeth
discoveries. I was lost in his persuasions.
"I have kids ... a wife? How do you know these things? "
"I care about you. I want you to go back in your life you had before you and help you
to leave this prison Zenith created for you. "
The shock to hear that I could have a wife and children echoed in my mind. "I
'm so confused ... How do you know that I have children ... a wife - "
"I told you, I have watched you for a long time. "
"But if I am ordinary, why? Why would you, or anyone else, watch me? "
"For one reason: to save you the pain of a mission enemies conspire to
assert yourself. The mission they claim to be yours is not real. This is a travesty. "
"Why? "
"What have they said so far? "
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"I'm supposed to find an interface to the human soul. They call it the Grand Portal. I guess
I'm the one who found the missing link - the technology that will make the Grand Portal ...
operational. "
"Well, then you know enough of their wicked plans know that they are crazy. How men
could they see something they do not have? "
"But I've seen these things myself. "
"While you were here, right? "
I nodded. "Yes. "
"Everything is made. It is simply a hologram built in a dream. There is no soul
human. It is a big lie perpetrated against humanity. Humans are water carriers
dense and opaque, they received by the brain through the hand of evolution. If humanity is to
have hope, it is in the company of transhumanism, which will bring real understanding of the
technology to the human body. If you want to dabble in science, then put your ambitions
here is the future of humanity. Those who want to gawk at an imaginary soul can have their
Religious brilliant goal with a little more faith, but they will never see what does not exist. It
is no one that will lead to a made God. "
She spoke with absolute conviction so I listened with every atom of my being.
Part of me was listening to fear she's right. I felt belittled and become malleable. Can
I refused to be too long the wisdom to know when lies are uttered
before me, but I just thought of what she said.
"Tell me about my family. "
"You're married to a woman who, like you, a simple teacher. Together, you have two
children and live in a modest house in a town called New Haven. Your children are very
beautiful and love you as much as your lovely wife. You lead a good life, Solomon.
You should find and no longer be held prisoner in this fantasy world by an impostor
which is believed to be the guardian of this planet. "
"Have you seen any particular thing during your captivity here? , "She asked, her voice a
mere whisper.
I shook my head in shock. "What are their names? "
"You mean your family? "
I nodded.
"Well, see, the name of your wife Derya, and your daughter, the eldest, is named Marisa.
Your son, who looks a lot like you, is called J on. "
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I tried with all my strength to see my wife, my children at the mention of their names, but nothing
not passed through the thick wall of darkness which included my memories. I imagined my memories
surrounded by a small mass in the middle of a huge storm like servants piled
awaiting punishment in exile. I wanted terribly to demolish the walls and wake up again.
"Can you take me to the island and return me to my family? You have the power, the means
to do? "
Nammu paused, glancing behind her, as if looking for something.
When she looked back, I could see his profile. She appeared as a beauty
mythical, its soft silhouette, but tense, smooth water and pressed hair on the sides of his
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face. It was the classic kind of beauty that sculptors sought in their marble, but
could never quite represent.
"I can. "
"Then do it. I want to return to my family, my home. "
"As you wish, Solomon, but there is a question that requires some resolution ... "
"What? "
"My fees. "
"I do not have money -"
"I'm not interested in money, I want a favor, as I throw a favor. These
subjects always require symmetry and balance. "
I narrowed my eyes. "What for did you have in mind? "
"I can not take you to the island in the same way that I came to it. And I can
not send you the same way that you were ripped from your family and put on this island. I
can only refer you to your family if you accept my clause. "
"And that is? "I asked.
"Whether you stay who you are. "
I frowned in disbelief. "That's all. That's all you want me to do? "
"That's all, but you must promise me that you will continue on the path that you already have
made as a father, loving husband and teaching your students. Lead your life simple and let
him to play the way it was intended. "
"Why? Why do you think I promise you this? "
"You have free will, but once an agreement is reached, you have given up your free
referee in exchange for my gift of freedom. An agreement between us is over and you are free
to relax and become yourself again. We have an agreement? "
"What would happen if I did not do it ... What would happen if I decided to change my career or
to divorce my wife or anything like that? What would happen? "
Nammu paddled closer to my position, it was only a few feet away, and I
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seriously thought about pulling my legs out of the water for fear it could take me, but she stopped
and continued his hovering effortlessly.
"A commitment is a covenant between you and me. If you dishonor that commitment, if you
decide to change your mind, then you will be punished, and the severity of the punishment will depend
only on a
one thing. "
"And what is it? "
"If you move a thumbs mad that Zenith mission put into your head ... If you
consider more this direction, even a whim, I know, and I - "
"How do you know? "
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"Solomon, I have told you many times before that I had seen you. I will continue to watch
you in a way that you will never know. You must be willing to accept these terms, otherwise I
not refer you to your family. "
While Nammu finished speaking, she touched my knee, and this contact I saw my family. My
wife, children, house, all those things that really matter in her heart were alive
for a brief moment, and then, like the silence of the paintings, they disappeared while Nammu
withdrew his hand.
I recognized my wife - slightly. My children ... they were strangers to me. I felt a
Such sterility and despair. I wanted to call Zenith and get his advice. My confusion was me
totally magnetic, and my heart pounded in a cage of iron bars and coldness. It was a
terrible place.
"I need time to think," I whispered in a sullen manner.
"How long? "
"One day. I'll be back here tomorrow at the same time and give you my answer. "
"I agree, but on one condition: you were talking about our not meeting anyone else.
If you do, my offer is withdrawn. "
"I will not say anything. You have my word. "
"There is another detail," says Nammu. "You may not use any content of this meeting in
your conversation with someone other than me. Is that clear as well? "
I nodded.
I cleared my throat, signaling a question. "I have a question before I go. You said
you were alone, and I've heard you talk when I arrived. Who speak-
you? "
Nammu immersed himself silently underwater. Barely a ripple betrayed his former
position. I looked with curiosity, thinking that my question was discontent and she
decided to end our meeting. A minute passed, and I was almost ready to leave when his head
broke the surface of the water. It was something, and she held up as a prize. I could
not see very well in low light, but as it came closer, I noticed that it was
a small head. It was wet head Canto, his glassy eyes rolled back with the white glow
visible and nothing else.
I gasped in recognition, and my heart sank with such force that I had to
turn to hold my nausea.
Nammu threw her head back as a dung. I heard the splash. "He wanted to stop. He wanted
to help you out. I had no other choice but to kill him. I'm sorry if my demonstration was too
... explicit, but I want you to understand the extremes to which I will help you. Nobody
should obstruct your safe meeting with your family. "
I was petrified. I knew his argument was calculated to scare me to obedience. Canto was
magical. If she could kill him with such ferocity, what could I possibly resistance
offer?
I stood up, my legs wobbled a bit, and I leaned against the wall of the cave
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stabilize me before trying to walk to the beach. The light beckoned me, and I left without a
another word spoken between us. I felt Nammu allowed silence. I also felt his eyes me
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looking like I let her in the cave. I even heard his thoughts into my mind,
I
be watching.
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Chapter 20: Storm
I do not remember how long I had been walking along the beach, maybe ten or
fifteen minutes, but I finally started to notice a storm off the horizon. I
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could feel the heat of the sun and the light was getting darker and darker. The entire island changed
in dull tones. When I faced the storm clouds, I could see the lightning, and some
Seconds later their deep agreements were my gut rumble and faced a
resonance which made me worse at ease.
The storm, however, was not my real concern. Nammu was. In fact, I must say
I welcomed the storm. I hoped she would cleanse me. Perhaps a good rain was exactly what
I need, and yet, the more it happened, the storm seemed more threatening. Its clouds
piled up high in the sky, as if the heavens pulled away from the earth, and I knew
more clouds gather, the more powerful the storm hit.
One thing about the beach was its lack of shelter. I looked around all that I could
provide a refuge against the storm, but there seemed to be nothing but palm trees and bushes
scattered.
The winds are quickly introduced and the waves were suddenly like an angry mob,
loudly waving swords. I did what anyone would do in such circumstances, I
I sat down and watched the storm mature. I decided with nowhere to hide, I could
as well enjoy the show. Then lightning struck about two hundred meters from the beach and
blow instant thunder hurt my ears, it was so loud.
I'm not sure if it was the surprisingly strong thunderclap or sizzling brightness
lightning, but I found myself unable to move. Then another lightning struck so close to me
I could feel the electrical charge. For some reason, I felt that I could not
moving. I felt paralyzed I could not explain, but even weirder, I
heard a voice, a man's voice. She said a word that makes no sense to me
"Get out! "The sound of panic accompanied the word, and I think that's where I
fainted. Practically.
There was a final image while my eyes were closed, it was a blinding light, and I had
one hypothesis lightning struck me, and I was dead.
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Chapter 21: The other side
Someone was sobbing my first memory. I opened my eyes only for a second,
I felt a consciousness dive me - my body - as the light is divided from a
prism and then enters a black object fully absorbed. It was like that in
repeatedly. Sometimes there were dreams or memories that fluttered in my mind, but they
came quickly, and I was unable to pursue them and force them to reveal their stories.
The second memory I remember was the smell of sterility, the smell of cleanliness obsessive
whose sole purpose was to leave no living germ. I remember wanting to talk, but my
body and mind were so fragile and weak that I could not summon a single word or
move a muscle. I wondered if I was still lying on his back on the beach and listened to
outside of me - that part of me that seemed to be present, but I have heard that my
breath, and I again lost consciousness.
The third memory came from the primary source of speech. I heard the words fall on
I like a rope to which I clung, but I did not have the strength to grasp. I
did not understand the words, they were all mixed in similarities and opportunities. I felt
something pierce my arm and a vague feeling of pain came into me, but I was
helpless, and all I could do was hope that Nammu I had not found in my
vulnerable state.
The fourth memory that came over me was a hand. She touched mine. She held her. I felt
warmth, softness and light pressure. I really wanted to open my eyes, and I saw the wave
silhouette of a face and the sound of someone sniffing. It was in a room, a room
white. I was on a bed, hand in hand with a woman who had a vague resemblance to
someone I had seen before, but I do not know his name.
"He's awake! "Said the woman.
I was not sure if she wanted to talk to me or someone else, so I tried to look around
of the room, but my head weighed a hundred pounds, and I felt a bit like Gulliver
after the Lilliputians have attached to the ground, only my strings were enslaved tubes to
medical devices.
The face of the woman approached me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Zenith? "I asked.
As soon as I said the word, I remembered the island in perfect detail, while memories
poured upon me such notes resurrected a tower carillon plays a trembling hand. All
it happened in an instant, and then I heard a voice that shook me to my new world.
"It's Derya your wife. "
"Derya? "I said in a hoarse voice unrecognizable to my ears. I felt like an intruder
inside the body of someone else.
"Yes, it's me. Oh my God, oh my God! I'll be right back, I just want to call
doctor - "
I grabbed his hand with all my strength. "Where am I? "
"You are in intensive care, Sol. You've been here two days, and you came - "
"What is my name? "
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Derya's face twitched a little as she paused, her enthusiasm flowing
his face. "This is Solomon. You do not recognize me, is not it? "
I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"Everything will come back, darling, now let me get the doctor. I'll be right back. "
Moments later, I heard a new voice.
"It's good to see you're awake, Mr. tonum. I'm Dr. Kendall, you
remember me? "
I looked at his face, but saw nothing that I recognized. My mind was still reeling from the
memories of the island and the events that happened before waking up on the other side.
"I see," remarked Dr. Kendall. He turned to my wife as if I was not there.
"When patients come out of anesthesia, especially after a few things as traumatic as the
cardiac surgery, they may have a temporary loss of memory. There is nothing to worry about.
We will be watching. The good news is he's back. His vital signs seem better
already. "
"Cardiac Surgery? "I managed to say in a hoarse voice.
"Here," said Dr. Kendall, "here are a few pieces of ice that you can suck you
have a little moisture in your mouth. "
After I fed a few pieces of ice, he sat on a chair next to me, crossed his
legs and began to write notes in a chart on his knees. "Mr. tonum, you
underwent heart transplantation. It arrived there two days. Unfortunately, the new heart has
was dismissed with more vigor than we had expected, and immunosuppressants used does not
able to push the massive rejection. We thought we were going to lose you. You needed
two ICUs. "
I need a way to sort all that had happened to me in all the worlds that I
visited, all creatures with whom I interacted and all the knowledge that I had received.
How could I possibly be in two worlds?
I kept my eyes closed for a minute, while the doctor finished his notes and my
wife spent a few calls in the hallway. I attached my mind to the island and I
wondering what else was true. I did not know at that time, what was a dream world and what
was real. I realize that anyone of you reading this will question me, but it is
truth nonetheless. The world of the island seemed more real than this one, but I could see a cocktail
pharmaceuticals was delivered to my body, probably removing my normal judgment. I
I promised myself to be patient and also vigilant, but then again, a strong need
sleep led me into unconsciousness.
Someone pricked me. I woke up. It was dark in the room, except the lights
techniques that watched me closely like sentinels silicon spitting their beeps and
digits.
"I do not want to wake you, sir tonum," said a voice. "My name is Marsha, your
night nurse. How do you feel? "
I looked at the blurred image of the face of Marsha and tried to smile. "Pardon? "
"I understand. This is normal, so do not pay attention, "said Marsha, patting me on the leg.
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It was a great woman, probably late fifties, wearing a uniform sage
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which was probably too narrow for the last five years.
"Why did I need a heart transplant? "I groaned.
"Well, this is a more appropriate question for doctors, but I can tell you that you only a
few days to live without a new one. Your old heart was sick - a rare form of
cardiomyopathy - so much so that he could stop at any time. It is a miracle that a donor
has appeared on our screen, and it was a match. You're a lucky man, Mr.
Tonum. A lucky man. "
"Now, I need to check your blood pressure, so I'll just roll up your
handle. "
As she rolled up my sleeve, it was the first time I noticed my skin. It was white.
I had almost breathless, but I do not have the strength. On the island, I was undoubtedly a
African dark-skinned.
"All right, sir tonum? "
I nodded and closed my eyes. "What time is it? "
"It's about two in the morning," said Marsha.
"My wife is she here? "
"No, she left just after the change of shift, and it was twenty-three hours. It is
probably returned home to be with the children. She stayed here the last two days. You
have earned a good, sir tonum. Yes, you did. "
She released the blood pressure cuff and wrapped. "Your memory is it a little
misty? "
Was it my memory, or was it something else? Maybe mental health was more
question. I was not sure that the memory had to do with my state of mind.
"I just want to sleep. "
"Well, you can do so now. I finished. Your blood pressure looks better
Now. I'll be back in an hour to check it. Do you need anything before
I go? "
I managed to shake my head, and within seconds, I was sleeping.
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Chapter 22: Dr. Chardin
It was a long recovery, two and a half weeks, but eventually I was strong enough to
go home. The biggest problem, it is possible to have a more serious problem than
heart transplant last minute was my memory. I stayed an amnesiac. I
relearning how to interact with my wife and children, but it was a confusing battle. I
feel guilty for not being able to express their love, and they felt guilty to
pretend they understand. But nothing we did could not change the fact that I
not really know. Without memories, I could not say words of love.
During my stay in the hospital, especially during the last week, I spent most of
my waking hours in physiotherapy. I liked the body that I had on the island. He was
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better condition than mine. There was a wall mirror in the physiotherapy room of the hospital, and I
found myself repeatedly looking at my reflection with a touch of disgust, as if I was watching
someone else, a man of thirty-five, glasses, overweight than ten kilos,
sand-colored hair and a remarkably pale complexion, even mushy.
Overall, I was quite a Caucasian man who apparently never went to
sun.
For about four days, I recognized that my incident on the island was not my real world. This was
imaginative experience though delusional, concocted by drugs, anesthesia and stress
contained in this rough surgery, and brilliant film by my mind.
Yes, I discovered that I taught film and new media at a prestigious university.
I was a teacher. Some students have passed while I was in the hospital, to see how
I was wearing, but not surprisingly, none of them looked familiar. I think the new
I am amnesia has spread and that was enough to reduce the number of visitors.
Nobody likes to visit amnesia, even strangers. Difficult Conversations
become silent. This makes them uncomfortable. It reminds them that the memories are the only
son that bind us, and they are not reciprocal or shared, it is an embarrassing experience
little more. Either way, students are too busy and selfish to want to add
embarrassment to their list of activities. I do not blame them.
Doctors at the hospital seemed to have lost interest in me after the first week
my recovery seemed assured. Their disaffection was quite palpable. My memory loss was
considered a side effect of rejection, and it was the only thing that remained a mystery to them.
Everything else was a land line they could map in their sleep. I was
predictable.
I spoke with my surgeon about the issue of rejection, and why he had such a crisis,
which nearly killed me twice but it seemed quick to dismiss it as one of those "events
unknowable "that occur during heart transplants precipitated. Apparently, the
mine was decided in a record time. Of course, I had no recollection of events
before my transplant. I learned that I wanted a thread. I could not do anything for fear of
heart failure. I had become, before my surgery, a recluse staying in room
hospital, waiting for death to take me.
The option of an artificial heart was considered, but there were problems, and I had apparently refused
for reasons that the average life of the beneficiary after a heart transplant
artificial ranged from one to eighteen months and, according to my doctor, I chose not to undergo the
rigors of a surgical transplant of an artificial heart for this singular reason.
Then a young woman died suddenly just a few kilometers from my hospital. I
knew nothing about it in terms of its history, name, age or the nature of his death. Hospital
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was a strict confidentiality procedures regarding the disclosure of information about
donors. All I knew was that the doctors had to move quickly, and I was
available and had a close enough match. In less than three hours after the death of
my donor, his heart beating inside me.
Going home was something I looked forward to. When we arrived at
our house, I was impressed. It was better than I expected. First, it was quite
large and was prominently on a corner plot which was spacious and had beautiful
pines. Strands of small lawns dotted the landscape, each bordering stones carefully
selected.
I walked with a cane as a precaution but I had no intention of keeping a
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Once in the interior. The driveway leading to our house was relatively flat, but the pavement,
so beautiful to the eye, was not as easy to follow my feet coulters. "Who did the planning
landscaping at our house? "I asked my wife.
"You did," she said. "You were always looking for projects during the summer. "
Derya was from an exotic world that matched his name. His father was a merchant
Turkey and had developed a large import business, specifically in wheat. It
owned most of the major bakeries in this part of the world, and the Turkish people,
almost above any other food, like their breads and pastries. I learned all about his family
by looking photo albums she brought to the hospital. She spent hours explaining the
photos, hoping that one of them could be the tipping point that would bring all my
memories and feelings. It was hard for both of us to relive our wedding photo I
not recognized.
Derya's eyes were sympathetic, though I am sure they can stimulate a mask if
tried, I liked them because they were magnets, and sometimes I could see how she thought
Me. It was, essentially, unmasked, his eyes met the call or whisper
his heart. I loved this about her. It seemed she could hear the distant posts, and his eyes,
not his mouth were doing the translation.
As we entered the house, the lights came on and I could see
photographs light up like children caught on the walls.
"You was a photographer before making movies," she said with a smile.
"I took these photos? "
"All. Thou hast also developed the old fashioned way. "
It was a strange feeling to approach something that you created and admire
but with no memory of having done anything with his creation.
"Are you sure? "I asked, my eyes browsing the various photographs. They were
beautiful delicate portraits of ordinary people around the world as their tasks
simple and honorable work and there were a lot of kids playing, dancing, creating, discovering and
almost always out of places I did not recognize, but it seemed to me that I
traveled the world.
I could feel Derya watch me while I was studying my own work. "Why do you not me
said I was a photographer? "
"I wanted to show you. "
I could feel his sensitivity to something that I needed to see. She had agreed to
keep our children in a house of our friend, and I could readapt to our house
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without distractions. Initially, I was opposed to it, but now I understand why she had
insisted.
"When I took them? "I looked at a picture of J on and Marisa as they were being
lunch on a bridge of boats in a place that gave the impression of being the Amazon
River. "There are about three years," said Derya.
"How old are our children anyway? "
"J on seven, almost eight and twelve Marisa. "
"We traveled a lot? "
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"Before I met you," she said, "you were a famous photographer. In twenty years, you were already
hailed as the next Eisenstaedt. You were asked is why media companies to
which you worked sent you everywhere. You became a teacher so you can spend more
time at home. That was two years ago. "
My hand reached out to touch a photograph of a young child who was sitting on a mountain
waste, as if on a hill overlooking a meadow. The child had ruffled the Indian air
and he had a plastic bag between his knees that had a company logo that I
not recognized. The bag had been redesigned and was full of leftovers. The child was beautiful
but his innocence was gone, and it was the power of photography.
I felt a sense of loss, more powerful than ever since waking up in this room
hospital, and I began to cry. Derya comforted me, held me, but I was unable to
curb the emotional wave that overthrew me at that moment. Maybe it was because my
children were not there, or maybe because I was not allowed me to really feel what I
felt when I was in the hospital. In my living room, surrounded by the images that I gave birth to my
travel deep emotion resurfaced, and I was exposed to it as a leaf in the
current of a river swollen.
I sobbed long while Derya had me. She said nothing and simply stroked the back of
my head. I knew I had a long way out of my memory hole, and I knew
Derya help me, and that was the only reason I was able to gradually regain balance and
calm.
"I'm sorry," I said, sniffling and wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Okay, Sol, it will. "She took my hand and led me to the kitchen and offered me a box
Kleenex and then we poured wine when I blew my nose. "I know it will not be a
simple change, "she suggested," But the whole point of love is that it is not easy. This is
will not come alone. "She stopped, handed me a glass of red wine and looked into my eyes
watery. "I want you to come back to me. Back to us. Whatever. In yours. "
We toast, and it was the first time I can honestly say that I felt a twinge of
love rekindled somewhere inside me.
"J ust a sip for you," she said with a knowing smile. "You still taking drugs.
Doctor's orders. "
We drank a little wine and I began to return to something approaching normal.
"Now, let me show you the rest of our house. "
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With that, she took my hand and led me into every room of the house highlighting areas
interest, photos of children on the rear wall of the entrance to our room overlooking the
garden,
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living room with stone fireplace, and then she took me to the basement and showed me my office.
There was a wall of blank computer screens floating against a black ebony separation seemed
be black cork.
"You used it to create and edit your movies here. "
I opened the drawer of my desk as a detective on a crime scene. Derya told me my
filmmaking career when I was in the hospital and had even offered to show me some of my films
but at the time I did not want to look, but now, I felt differently.
"What was my most popular movie? "I asked.
"His name Gemeni. It was popular, but Sol, your films have never been really popular
terms to be shown in major theaters. They tended to move in the circuit
university, but Gemeni won rave reviews, and for this reason, it was well
Digital ... to pay for this house and everything in it. "
"Can I watch? "
"Now? "
My curiosity was strong. "If you do not mind. "
"Come to bed, Sol. It's late and you have enough time to watch all your movies
during the next week. This will give you something to look forward to. Children will
to school. I have to get back to work. You get all this free time. Agree? "
I nodded in agreement. "Okay. It's late and I'm probably too tired anyway. If my
movies passed only in the university system, they are probably pretty boring any
manner. "
Derya laughed and tugged on my hand. "Come, I'll show you the way to our room ... or
do you think you can you recall about yourself? "
"I come, give me a few minutes to take a look. Agree? "
Derya smiled, turned to leave, then stopped. "Sol, it's good to have you back. Do not be too
long. "
"I'm coming soon. Promised. "
As she continued her walk up the stairs, I threw a glance at my desk,
examining each object with interest. I ordered several papers on my desk batteries,
carefully assembled from floor to ceiling shelves were filled with books and boxes
black portfolio. The partition of play was clearly mounted a builder
amateur, probably I am I said. A black curtain was carefully stretched over an opening
door, and I pushed to the side and went. Fumbling in the dark after a switch, I finally
found and fluorescent tubes began to flicker, illuminating a room that had a little size
almost identical to my office.
Two long tables dissociated room with built-in they chests, giving the appearance
a science lab. There was a sink on the long side and bottles of chemicals
lined a shelf on the wall. It was my darkroom. The place where I've created
photographs. I opened one of the cupboards and I saw several bottles and rolls of paper. There
had a touch of smell in the room was familiar, and given the brown glass bottles
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in the room, most of them were marked with the name, Sodium Thiosulfate, I
the impression that they were the source.
There was a pile of photographs in one of the cabinets, and I've fallen and placed on the
top of the cabinet. I thought it would be interesting to see some photographs. I recognized
the faces of my children There were some Derya also short hair and
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probably younger than two or three years. Towards the bottom of the pile, a yellow envelope was hidden
in photographs, which seemed incongruous.
Opening the envelope, I found e-mails printed. The top one was sent to me, and if he had
not the first in mind, I probably would have returned to the envelope. As I read, my
hands began to tremble.
Posted: Tuesday, May 25, 2021 10:29
Subject: Gemeni
Dear Sir tonum,
My name is Chardin Zenith. I'm an archaeologist working in the south of France,
collaboration with the University of Bristol.
There are three days and quite by chance, I saw your movie Gemeni. He was an inspiration for
Me. There are almost two years, I discovered, with the help of a colleague, a system of caves that are
filled with depictions of animals that have never been seen before. The cave system is
close to the Dordogne, but it is not part of the system of Lascaux. It is much
older. We found paintings of stars inside the cave that indicate
constellations in the sky were there 90,000 years. We believe these dates.
A central animals depicted on the walls of the cave is very similar to the one you
created in Gemeni. There is no university in literature, and yet you created the
similarity with near perfection. The probability of this is astronomical.
Because of the pressures of academia and more specifically the University of Bristol, I have
not been allowed to publish this discovery, because it is presumed to be rigged. I want to send you
some pictures in confidence. Maybe you could tell me how you arrived at
create the creature you called Gemeni.
Confirm, please, your interest and I will send you more photos. I have great respect
for your work and hope that you will treat my request to both personal and confidential basis.
Sincerely,
Zenith O. Chardin, Ph.D.
Department of Archaeology,
University of Bristol, 43 Woodland Road,
Bristol BS8 1UK
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There were other e-mails. Our correspondence was long, extending over nearly four months
then she stopped there about three weeks, probably because of my health. I
counted nine e-mail exchange between us. I had printed the pictures she had sent, and
throwing a look at them, it was clear they were the Quantusum. There was no doubt. I created
this creature in my mind? How was this possible?
"You're not lost? "Called Derya. Here, his voice was muffled and brought me back to reality.
"I'll be right there," shouted I have.
I filled emails inside the envelope, placing them under the stack of photos as before
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and then I put it back in the cupboard where I had found. What was happening to me? It is as if two
worlds were in a sort of continuous exchange and I was in the middle as a switchboard. I
thought I was done with the island, and now I could see that she followed me in my new
life.
Maybe I spend a good night's sleep, no manipulation nurse and tomorrow
as I'm alone, I look Gemeni and maybe then I'll call the doctor Chardin.
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Chapter 23: Gemini
Surprisingly, I woke up the next morning feeling quite well. I slept all
the night in a deep and dreamless sleep, and when the sun diffused through the windows
our room, I was ready to get up without protest. The smell of coffee gave me the clue that Derya
was gone, and I wrapped myself in my robe and I gently down the stairs
to the kitchen.
Derya had left a handwritten note on the counter next to the coffee:
Sol
Not wanting to wake you. I have to leave early to pick up the kids and drop them
school and then go to work. I left a little cake in the microwave oven, simply
to warm (10 seconds) and add butter. The cafe also.
I remind you to call your father and do not forget, NO DRIVING!
Time to watch your movies. I put them on hold, ready to be viewed on the TV
family room (room with pictures of children all over the wall). Press the button "
Play "on the remote, they will be played in the order - Gemeni is first.
I'll call you during my lunch break.
D.
After breakfast, I sent a few phone calls, called my father, who himself
was hospitalized for a hip replacement and explained that I was at home and felt
well after my first night's sleep in my bed. My father lived in South Africa. He was a
retired colonel in the air force. I spoke with him several times since my
heart transplant, but I always found our awkward, conversations full of breaks and
infancy. It seemed to me like a man gritty, down-to-earth, with a keen sense of
priorities, which was proved by the speed with which our conversations were directed towards how
now I'm back at work, how my marriage was, and if I reconstruisais my relationship
with my children? The moment I hung up the phone, I was tired, wondering how
I could perform all the tasks I had to do.
Finally, I sat down to watch Gemini. One of the strangest aspects of the animation
is as it has become easy to produce, and as few good storytellers were able to take advantage of
this technique. Computers have become so powerful in the past ten years,
literally, anyone with a good software can produce its own animated film.
There twenty years ago, these films are to the forefront and would cost millions of dollars
occur. According Derya, I was one of the independent leaders of the new generation, the most
acclaimed in the world, but as I sat and effleurais the "Play" button on the remote,
I had no idea what to expect. Perhaps, with my missing memory, I hate my own
creation. It was then my biggest fear. I held my breath almost as the film
began.
The first thing I noticed was the music. She was Asian in its melody and the choice
instruments. The generic was short, especially my name and some other names, of course, I
did not recognize, but it seemed to me that the music was familiar, somehow
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captivating. The first scene after the credits showed a child sitting in the middle of a street in a
village seemed largely desert. He was a young boy, maybe ten years. The camera
giving to a panoramic view over him, and I could see he was writing symbols on the
dirt road with a stick.
The symbols were a beauty for themselves, and they flowed from his hand, as if he wrote
musical notes. A group of children walking on the road and seeing the boy in the middle
Street, began to rally, pushing for no apparent reason. It was clear that the boy was a
lonely and had a special gift, but was ridiculed for it.
The scene changed and the boy was still out, but this time in a quiet river. It
swam in the middle and floated on his back looking at the sky. At first I thought he was going to drown,
but I saw it as just let go and allow the flow of the river and its
buoyancy to take him downstream.
Once again, a group of children when he spotted floating on the river and began to throw him
stones. The boy did not even seem to notice until a stone reaches its
arm, and he winced. He saw the children hide behind the birches, but it did not stop
float down the river and was soon out of reach of all stones or any other children.
The boy seemed to relax and fall asleep while floating down the river. Trees
and shrubs on the banks of the river changed, the trees were thicker and larger,
exotic bushes. The river became more wild. The camera changed to show the point
for a bird or a cloud, and you could see that the river forked into two streams.
The left fork of the river led to a coastal village about two kilometers or more
downstream; docks with small boats peppered the coastline such as fingertips village
trying to hold on to the river. The right fork in the river was smaller, less visible
Due to the proliferation of vegetation, she darted between huge trees filled
moss and climbing plants of such giant spider webs. It seemed like a river
nobody had ever used. The boy, sleeping blissfully on his waterbed was pulled
right.
The camera was lowered and the height of the branches looking down at the boy who floated
below. When her eyes finally opened, he saw huge arching branches above him,
and suddenly became aware of his new world. It was as if traveling by land
primitive. His attention was suddenly reinforced when he saw something on the shore that
shook with fear.
The movie then cut to a group of children playing football in the street and a man
asked if they had seen Jacob. In the description of J acob, it was clear that it was the same boy who
floated down the river and was now lost. The children shook their heads and took their game,
claiming that none of them knew where he was.
The man looked disappointed, but went to the little cafe down the street. He asked the owner
if he had seen the boy's description, and the cafe owner admitted that he had seen the boy
making drawings on the street yesterday. The villagers thought he was possessed by evil
minds and so they stayed away from him. Even his own parents had abandoned, the owner
coffee the stated shaking his head. The boy was an outcast and should be avoided at all costs.
The man asked him where he could find drawings of the street and the cafe owner pointed to a
dirt road a few blocks away. The man went to the place, and the camera showed in
panoramic view of an elaborate design symbols that stretched a hundred feet or
more. They were so elaborate that they could not be any language that can be mathematical,
Maybe something so powerfully important that the hidden source was lost in time.
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That was when the doorbell rang, startling me from my total absorption in the film. I
fumbled for the Pause button and went to the front door. Probably wishing me a neighbor
of well, I thought. However, when I opened the door, a beautiful woman and a very old
man
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waiting on my front porch. The woman was dressed in jeans and a white sweater, and the man was
dowdy, loose jeans and a plaid shirt that hung on a skeletal structure
as if they belonged to another person.
"Mr. tonum? "Asked the woman.
"Yes. "
She held out her hand. "I am Zenith Chardin, I'm sorry to intrude like this, but I'm
town to attend a conference and I wanted to take this opportunity to meet you, and my
emails seemed to have gone into the ethers of another dimension. Have you had? "
Chapter 24: phowa
Zenith stood erect . His accent was decidedly French . Her hair was
to the shoulders and they were mostly brown with subtle red highlights . its
eyes were framed by heavy black glasses that gave him a scientific perspective , and
Yet behind these edges of glasses, it was a beautiful woman who was rejected by his
bookish facade .
"It's wonderful to meet you ," I managed to stammer , still clutching her hand. "
No ...
no I do not have your e -mails, because I was in the hospital last month . " Zenith gasped
slightly.
"They have found a new heart ? "" Yes . "
" Is it done? "" Yes . "
" Is everything okay? "
I shrugged . " There have been some complications . "
"But you are at home , then this is a good sign, is not it ? "I glanced at his
silent partner and nodded .
"Forgive my manners ," says Zenith. " This is Tilopa Lama himself that I mentioned
in my e- mails ... you 've probably ever received. "
I shook hands with the little man , surprised by the strength of his grip . "Please , enter .
"
I invited them into the living room and indiquai a pair of leather armchairs. "Sit down and put
you comfortable . Can I offer you something to drink? "
"Water would be nice, thank you. "
Zenith cast a quick glance at Tilopa , and he nodded slightly with a smile
warm . My new visitors sat , looking very comfortable . I continued to
ask as to why they were sitting in my living room. I went into the kitchen to get
two glasses of water .
"I recognize these pictures from Web ," says Zenith half- shouted . "They are much better in
person.
You have an amazing eye. "
"Thanks," I said back. "There's something you need to know about me
however. "
I walked into the living room, holding a glass of water in each hand. "The complication I
mentioned ... is that there was a strong rejection of my new heart , and it led to amnesia. I
do not remember anything. I do not remember having taken those pictures. In fact, I have no
Remember anything about me before my surgery . "
I put the glass to my guests and sat down. They were both looking at me as if they
watching a ghost.
"Nothing," asked Zenith , his face creased with worry. I shook my head .
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"So you really have no idea who I am, or why we're here ? "
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"When I returned from the hospital last night , by chance, I came across some emails
I had printed it a few months ago . They came from you . I did not read them all , but
I understand that you have discovered a cave with primitive drawings - "
" Paintings, actually ," she corrected . "And the main attraction of this art gallery
90,000 years is an animal that looks exactly like the animated creature you call Gemini . "
"Yes, I saw your pictures ," I said.
"In your emails, you said that you had no idea how you came to create
this unique creature for your movie. "
She glanced at Tilopa who seemed asleep. "That's why I came up with Lama
Tilopa . He is familiar with the animal , but before going into details, let me
give a little history of my friend. "
" Tilopa Lama is a revered monastery in Ladakh Thikse master. It comes from the great
wealth, but unlike his siblings, he decided to use his fortune to
pursue spiritual studies , so he traveled extensively throughout North India and
Tibet, met the greatest masters of these regions, he finally moved to Monastery
Thikse and became the spiritual leader after his master passed away there twelve years. "
I nodded in recognition of the strange man, who seemed so small , and although its
eyes were open , I could see a sliver of them. He had a beard that was gray and
long , and his head was completely bald .
" Lama Tilopa is an expert in many areas of psychology and consciousness . he was
interest of study for many of our psychological anthropologists in Bristol, which is the
Because of our meeting. Our first meeting was a short session where I showed him
some of our photographs of the cave that I mentioned in my e -mails. he
immediately said he knew this animal and called Quantusum . "
My skin tingles at the mention of the name. How can someone in an isolated monastery could
know
this animal and call it by the same name in my dream ?
"Maybe he saw my film ? " I said weakly.
" Your film , unfortunately, has never been shown in this part of the world , and they do not
have
Internet connection in the monastery. I'll let you say Tilopa Lama himself. "
Tilopa cleared his throat . "I am pleased to meet you ," he said with a slight hi ,
his clasped hands. "I know Quantusum , it is part of our tulpa . "
" What the tulpa ? " Asked myself.
He shifted slightly in his chair and adjusted the collar of his shirt. "We believe that the spirit
involved in all interactions of the eye - world. This chair , you, walls, trees
outside , they are part of the eye - world, but there is another world where the mind comes
and not
in this world is the Quantusum as bearers of light. We have ... through
our tulpa , invited to be part of our world, because in our line , we see them as
Explorers superior knowledge - knowledge that is real knowledge
is born
out of love and separation. They are our spiritual ancestors, but we do not say it
foreigners because they do not need any more reasons to ignore us. I tell you only
this because I think you met , too. "
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I placed my hands on my knees and held out my back in disbelief . I felt a
energy build up inside of me, and yet I could not locate the objective of this
energy or its source.
" How could I have met ? "
He looked me straight in the eyes with absolute innocence. " In the same way as we do;
they enter our world. "
I felt like a sheath that hid my thoughts and emotions were suddenly
become transparent and Tilopa with gentle determination could somehow self
illuminated , looked inside my inner world.
"You see ," Tilopa said , "The mind creates the world 's eye , it creates the desired object in
the world for nothing .
The Quantusum knows how to project their consciousness into our world in a way that seems
be the dream , then it is not a dream at all. This is what we call phowa - a
projection
consciousness through the sub dimensions of reality . This is a very powerful method for
impart knowledge . "
"Because you have been chosen , without invitation, the Quantusum , you must be a large
interest to them. A very high interest. When did you last met ? "
I looked at Zenith, undoubtedly , with perplexity on my face. A debate rages
inside my mind as to whether I should tell them about my experience on the island , which
part of my experience, or none of it .
Zenith felt my dilemma . "You have not only reached this creature of your imagination,
is not it ? You saw , you spoke with her? Yes ? "
"You believe that? " I asked .
"I believe it now . "" Why? "
"Because it makes sense. "
" And the proof ? "
"There is sufficient evidence in him. " She said his Tibetan friend who was sitting
stoically in his ample plaid shirt and jeans. His charisma , if that's the right word, held
a simple yet radiant intelligence that engendered confidence .
Sitting on the front, I turned my attention to Tilopa . " As I explained, I am
amnesia. I do not remember having had previous discussions with Quantusum but
I admit that it is possible, because I recently had a I can remember. "
I paused and took a quick glance at Zenith. His eyes widened significantly
as if
inviting more information.
My voice became calm as a single zigzagging path through dense vegetation. "When
I was in the hospital for about two days , I was in a ... a parallel reality , or ...
or a dream world . "
I began to explain my experience on the island in a very detailed manner , meeting their
significant issues along this story. I explained my various adventures on and off
of
the island. I told them about the role of Zenith with me Quantusum and message
important that I should play a key role in the discovery of the Grand Portal .
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In all, it took nearly two hours , and it was the only phone call that Derya
stopped short . As she had promised, she called to see how I was. I told her
explained that I was visiting some of my colleagues : Dr. Chardin and his friend who
found to be in town
for a conference and they stopped for a visit.
Derya is pleased that I am well and I do not sulk to be alone at home. she explained
she would be back after recovering children to 17 hours , and we could
grilling chicken outside in the backyard . She even invited my guests to dine with
us.
After the call, I went back to Zenith and Tilopa who spoke them .
" Is one of you hungry ? "
Tilopa said first. " Do you have any fruit? "
"I 'm sure ," I replied , and turning to Zenith, " and you ? "
"J ust more water , thank you . "
When I came back , I put food and drinks on the coffee table . The room was
silent - uncomfortably silent .
"So what do you think of this? " I asked . Zenith looked Tilopa in clear deference.
"The Quantusum " Tilopa said , " has recognized you as one who will operationalize Portal
Soul . This portal is not well understood by the mine. We think it is ... like wheels
stabilizer for people riding on a bike. But we understand the persecution and well
ways, you are persecuted by powerful your world, and this persecution , you
Forgot how to ride a bicycle . We understand that. There are so many eyelids. "
"The Quantusum created this dream world for you so that you can receive the message. they
chose the time of this message when you have received a new heart . It is not a coincidence ,
because they wanted a new heart in you - "
"What do you mean ? They provided the heart ? " I interrupted.
Tilopa up a bit his right hand. "I do not pretend to have knowledge of their goal, but the
new heart is too large to be a coincidence. No, it is very important . that
do you know about this heart that beats you ? "
I sat in my chair . " Not much , actually. He comes from a woman who lived
near the hospital where I was. That's pretty much it. "
Tilopa narrowed his eyes to the point that I could not tell if he was still able to see. it
stood up with remarkable speed . "Where is your darkroom ? "
"Down ... "
Tilopa came to me. "Come on now . "
" Why? "
"I see better in the dark . "
He looked away as if his mind had made a decision, and I had no other choice
that respect her wishes , even if the comment made no sense to me. There was
something about his intensity that forced me to get up and take him to my room
black . I heard
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Zenith follow , but my mind was in a mild form of shock. Fortunately , I
remembered the way.
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photograph a thousand miles away in a rugged wilderness where an ancient
tribe was replaced by machines logging , but the actual creation of the image
born here in the darkest place of my house .
When we entered my darkroom , Tilopa paused a moment. He scanned the room and
then looked at me . "Can you lie on the table? "
He stated one of the worktops and I nodded . "Can you tell me what you
do? "
"I'll watch your heart . "
"How ? "
Tilopa shrugged and smiled. " I'll watch . "
Part of me wanted to investigate further, dissatisfied with her enigmatic answer, but a
other party does not really want to know. I went on the work plan and went to bed
on the back , as if I was at the doctor for a routine checkup .
"It does not matter if I look ? "Asked Zenith.
" Relax, Mr. tonum " Tilopa said , ignoring the question of Zenith. "Turn off
lights, please. "
Zenith extinguished the safelights , and the room instantly went from a soft red light
a perfect darkness. I could hear the breath of Tilopa and his hand surprised me a little.
"I put my hand on your heart for only a moment. Think of yourself as being my
child . Consider me as your grandfather. I am the family. I understand what you
feel. I understand what you fear. I understand these concerns but
Now , at this moment , just breathe deeply with me. "
I heard him take a deep breath and I felt a slight pressure of his hand on
my heart , to indicate that I had to take a breath too. It took me some
time to synchronize my breathing with hers , but I did . After a short period ,
he spoke again, but this time in a whisper.
"When the heart of a person is placed in a body of another , it is like an orphan. it
in your chest and performs its function , but it is isolated , even lonely . I see that.
There is no link between your new heart and mind. "
"How do you see that? " I asked .
His voice became more distant as he raised his hand away from my chest. "The heart that
you is one that I 've never seen before. He told me many things. It is a
girl who was sent here for that purpose. She wants you to find his parents and
encounter ... to reassure them . "
The room fell silent . I heard breathing, but nothing more . In a few moments I
felt a strange buzzing in my head, a feeling of lightness and something in me
seemed to swell or expand strongly as the giant hand trying to grab something
she wanted to keep. The part of me called Solomon felt helpless without restraint. No
will. Neither desire.
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Then, suddenly and without any invitation from me , awareness of Tilopa was inside
Me . I have no words to describe it , or how it happened, but it was
inside my body with me. In a way , it was like he was me.
"Why are you here inside me? " I asked , the words echoed in my
mind like a thousand voices whispered .
" To connect your new heart with the old spirit . "
"How ? "
" I will strike the keys of heart and this agreement will bring your heart and mind, and
they unite . You must stop this stupid question that took you your entire life. with two
spirits
you procrastinate in sleep. You become like a stone awake . Your eyes will rotate to
look inside and you will have no choice but to trust your new
heart , while all around you is recreated . But this, this trust is that which is born and
forged here . "
"You 're like a taut string that I tied between two mountains, as I pulled up .
You can look down into the valleys below, or you can look to the sky filled with
clouds, but you are a path to yourself that fears neither the valley nor the vault of heaven.
Love can not be learned in the throes of the polarity and still less can it be
taught and even if you do not understand my words, you understand my intention, and it is
quite
at the moment. "
I felt my body turning on the table . I knew I was lying on the work plan ,
but I had the unmistakable impression that I turned as if I was on a rotisserie . more
faster and faster it revolved . I was not dizzy, but I was worried because I did not know
how to stop or even slow down.
This whirling , a column of light arose in me , from my head to my toes, and this
column of light continued to expand in length , and I turned around. I saw
as it was falling apart through the foundation of the house, in the earth and traveled in
opposite directions. I was a light cord that encircled the entire planet, and within
this light, there were particles of energy that I could see , and they evoked
all kinds of formulas, symbols , codes in a manner that flowed into me, through me and
before me.
"These are the algorithms of life ," says Tilopa . "The secret codes that define what
Archetypes are moved from state to state unborn child; What is allowed to survive this time
is destroyed , and what is created is completely new . These algorithms have now
been adjusted , and you can see the change from now . "
Tilopa ended his words , I felt the slow spinning and my will be back, a
momentum
enough so that I could open my eyes again . I raised my head and could see
orbs of light floating in the room.
" Turn on the lights , please ," asked Tilopa .
I sat , squinting at the new bright light. Zenith had lit
fluorescent lights accidentally .
"Sorry, I did not want to turn on the lights ," says Zenith.
She died , then lit the safelights which were much milder in our eyes.
I looked Tilopa . " What do you do? "
"I put your heart and mind in harmony. They now agree . They are connected . "
"Is this a good thing? " I asked .
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Tilopa grinned . "Oh yes, a very good thing . "
"How can this change me ? "
"Too early to tell ," Tilopa said , " but it will only change for the better. " Zenith
approached and touched my shoulder. " Are you all right ? "
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"I think so. I do not really feel different now , but it was an experience
crazy. In fact , I felt Tilopa into my body as if he shared with me. this was
a very strange feeling . "
"It is finished . " Tilopa swung his head as if punctuating the incorruptibility of everything
he has done for me .
Zenith turned to Tilopa . "I think we should go. We have a busy afternoon
and evening. " She turned to me , his eyes dodging mine. "I 'm sure you
many things that you need to catch up, or ... or
simply to rest. You were very kind to let us in your home. "
"We have so much to discuss ," I protested . " Can we meet again before
you leave ? "
"Tomorrow , our sessions end at 16 hours , why not get to our hotel ? We can
meet you at the bar and have a drink. "
"What hotel? "
"The Sheraton, near Fourth and Main street . "
"Well, I'll meet you then . "
I accompanied my guests at the door and had brought them to their rental car in the driveway.
Such as Tilopa came to the car door , he stopped and looked into my eyes. "
Remember what I told you . Find parents . Reassure them . "
"I 'm not sure there's much I can do ... " I started to complain,
but Tilopa eyes narrowed in a silent challenge. " .. . But I'll try. I will
promise. "
He swung his head in confirmation , bowed slightly and got into the car . Zenith gestured
and the car took off . I put my hand on my chest and instinctively wished I
to understand more about what is happening. It seemed to me that the way I had
started this morning had disappeared - was completely removed - and now I had to find
the parents of the woman whose heart was in me .
Something Tilopa said was his way to me , " you two minds
procrastinate in sleep. " As soon as I considered these words, I remembered that the Nammu
also said .
Could I take it seriously ? His threats came from a dream, but as I discovered ,
all this dream was not just a dream.
I went home and I called my doctor's office , leaving a voice message
mostly incoherent - something about needing to contact parents
donor. I was given no reason . I was pretty sure he would not believe me if I had .
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I do not know if it can be called a narcissist if you look six animation movies
on. Given my amnesia, I did not feel that I Fusse , although I was very
aware of the fact that if someone was watching me , he might disagree . Anyway,
I watched all the films were prepared Derya waiting to be read , and I found
things I loved , and to my surprise , things that I have not loved.
On the one hand , my films lacked the human reality of my photographs. I loved the realism
photographs even if the subject was difficult and depressing in some cases. they had
foundation as the real world of light and shade , dust and beauty , and
they had the force of a clear destiny. My animation was fantastic , and ambient
visually
striking , but they were going on a parallel earth. They were pleasant and interesting ,
but relevant? I do not was not sure.
Notes around me , mainly Gemini . I took more than eight pages of notes while
I watched the film, trying to gather my thoughts and prepare some questions
Zenith when we met at his hotel the next day. I also did some research
Paleolithic cosmology and spirituality, so I have some basis for my questions. the
Dr. Chardin was a world-renowned expert on the subject, so it was quite
easy to find these references when the search results came up on my screen .
His academic training was impressive. She studied at Oxford for six years and
obtained a PhD in cosmology. She then pursued a doctorate was in another
the opposite direction : archeology - she got a degree in two years at the University of
Bristol , where she went on to become a university professor . Zenith worked four
five months a year on the ground in various places in Europe and Africa and has made several
important discoveries in the field of Paleolithic cosmology.
His expertise seemed to be centered on the stories of the creation myth and the views
cosmological Dogon Culture and Sumerian . She wrote several books on topics
obscure , such as " The Intersection of Cultures Dogon Spiritual Myths and Sumerian " but
were resolutely university , and I was not ready to dive into anything of the kind
esoteric .
As I compiled my notes and research, the phone rang. According to the identification of
the caller was my doctor who remembered .
"Hello, Dr. Kendall , Thanks for reminding me . "
"I beg you, Solomon. Hey, I got your voicemail, but I 'm not sure about
your request . The best I can do is to join the legal guys and see if they
may send a letter to parents. "
" Have you done this before ? " I asked .
"With donor heart ? "
"Yes . "
"Well, I know a few cases, but it is not common , especially so early ... after
surgery. "
"I really appreciate it if you could. "
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"Can you tell me why you feel so strongly desire to meet them? this could
be useful , you know ... if there is a particular reason that I can note in the letter.
"
"No, I just really feel that I have to do . Maybe I want to express my
gratitude, I do not know , I just think that maybe the right thing to do is . "
"I understand . I 'll see what I can do on this. If they accept your
proposal meeting , you should rely on your own . The hospital is not involved in
these things. Agree? "
"I would prefer it to be honest. "
" Good . So I 'll see what I can do. Any other questions? "
"... No, I think it was the only one. "
"How do you feel ? "
"I feel quite normal ... Physically . However, no memory , which is a bit frustrating ,
but I still hope. "
"We have therapists who can help , you know. "
" Maybe in a few weeks if I'm still at an impasse with my memories .
Let's see how it goes . I'm back at home since day one . "
" I'm not trying to push , Solomon , I just want you to know that we have other
resources at our disposal. But there's no hurry ... as it does not interfere too much in your
relationships or work a few weeks will not matter. I think it is better to
focus on your physical health at the moment. Do not forget to get out and walk ... go
take it easy at first, but by this time next week , I want you to walk two kilometers
minimum by day. Agree? "
"Okay . "
" Good . "
"Well, thank you once again for reminding me, Doctor , let me know if you hear
something about the parents of the donor. "
" I will. "
" OK , have a nice day . "
"You too . "
"Goodbye . "
I hung up the phone and felt a sense of relief that the process begins.
To be honest, if Tilopa had not insisted , I know I would not have sought to meet
the parents of my donor. I 'd be too afraid that they send me , or at least they make me
feel guilty that I am alive because of the death of their daughter , but I had promised
Tilopa . Sometimes promises can blind our fears.
My energy flowed into my body, I went to the backyard , I found a chair
comfortable and sat down. The sun is doing good and passerines weaving their melodies
the whole neighborhood was enough to relax into a deep sleep .
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I thought it was my daughter , Marisa , who woke me up . I was in a dreamlike state , flying
over large areas of agricultural land when I felt someone pushing me on the shoulder .
" Oh, it's you," I said, stunned. But as my eyes widened , it became clear that
I do not know who it was .
"I know you? "
There was a woman sitting next to me , maybe my age such a commanding presence that I
can only say that I was speechless for a few seconds . I turned my head around
to make sure I was not dreaming , but my garden became as it was before.
She put her hand on my arm. "You know me , Solomon. We met after
your memory loss, adrift in the singularity of an alternate reality on an island. I
think you saw me only as from the neck , which is perhaps why you do me
not acknowledge . Do you remember me now? Nammu ? "
She wore a silk dress with gold reflections finely incised with patterns of old
deep magenta symbols . She was pure , and its shape was visible below in a kind
of shade, attractive anyway. She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other and
elongated modestly on the armrests of a long wicker chair a few inches arm
only mine.
"Please tell me I'm dreaming now," I muttered to no one in particular.
"You have not given me your answer ," she said. "I was patient , waiting to see how
you adjust to your new life that I have generously provided, even before our contract
has resulted . "
I looked carefully , doubt filling my eyes. "Wait, if you are who you
say you are, you know the name of the creature you ripped the head. what
was his name? "
"You need proof , right? "
I nodded and frowned . My new heart was pounding so that
I was afraid that it starts in the garden of my neighbor.
" Be very careful what one of your choice does not suffer the same fate as Canto . "
His words were distributed dropper with such force that every word fell on
me as if it was a monstrous act of contempt.
"I 'm really not angry against you ," she said , her tone softening. "Maybe
we went on a bad note , but you want your evidence. "
Nammu turned on her side , facing me.
"
Nicest Questions , how do you find
I look? I'm nice to you? "
I looked away , not knowing what to do. It was Nammu , and as she had said in my
dream, she would find me . I could run , but what does that prove ? Where can I
go she could not follow me? I decided to play the game to see where it would lead .
"You're a very beautiful woman ," I said cautiously throwing a glance in his direction.
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"Thanks for the sincere compliment, Solomon. There, now is not that a better way
talk with me ? Your most recent comments give me hope . Tell me , what is
your decision? "
" On what? "
" Pretend you memory loss with me? "
"No, I just want to be clear about your question. "
Nammu smiled the smile of tolerance. "Do you agree to lead the life of a single teacher,
loving husband and doting father tirelessly? You asked for time to think about my proposal
and, in one of my most charitable acts, I gave you proof, and you here.
Now I've come to collect your agreement. "
"But you took more than two weeks of extra time and the most disconcerting you
became a host for the day two people who pull you in a dangerous way. " "What do
you mean? "I asked. "What a dangerous path? "
"As I told you, atom movement in the direction of your illusory role in the Grand Portal,
and I will send a reminder that what I gave you, I can take it, "she snapped his fingers, "like
that. "
"What did you give me? "
I did not intend to say, it's just point blank, instinctively as the language
a snake. Nammu I looked to see his reaction, and for a brief time, the shortest
possible time imaginable, her whole face flashed in a dark entity horrible. I
closed my eyes and opened them slowly, by flashing a dozen times, she was returned to her exotic
state of pristine beauty.
Nammu raised his left arm. "I gave you that. This life. You took your life while
as I promised, and I did it without your consent. Now, I wish they had not done that,
However, I can always correct my kind misjudgment. I can take you to
your desert island. Is that what you want? Or would you prefer to stay here with your loved ones?
Everything
you need to do is give me your consent. "
I looked straight ahead, not looking at the watch or really anything else. My eyes were
turned inward, hoping to find a phrase, a series of words that would deliver me always
hold the most important in which I felt there.
Nammu sat down and put his feet on the ground, riding on her couch and resting his forearms on her
thighs. Her hair was shiny black, her skin polished alabaster, muscled and toned. It was
in every sense, what men want, except venomous personality.
"You ask if I agree, but you're talking about threats if I'm not," I began,
I hesitantly, knowing that I had to be both prudent and servile. "How can I accept
something I am forced to accept? Is it not just obedience? "
"You teach the semantics now? Did you really think that free will is your right
? Free will has been taken people there so long that they have forgotten what it is. I proposed a
solution to your problem. I asked you - "
"Other than your threats, what is my problem? "I asked.
"Your problem is that you are one of those that can be derived easily in a world
fantastic powder spiritual eyes. You are naive. You are emboldened by your ignorance to such
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developed a simple dream can inspire you to do a mission far beyond your abilities, and if
you not tell anyone, he would laugh at the absurd nature of your claim. "
"Solomon, I'm just trying to save you grief, distractions and the humiliation of your trip
in the worlds of spiritual irrelevance. To do this, all I ask of you is
your commitment to stay who you are. To do what you already do: be a responsible citizen
and teacher. The fact that you resist this proves your ignorance, a condition, I'm afraid,
I am powerless to change, unless I have your permission. "
"If I agree," I said, "but for some reason I am drawn into the fantasy
spiritual ... what then? You kill me? "
Nammu swung his leg so she was facing me. "Who said anything about killing you? "
"Your threats were clear enough ... "
"Were they now? I think I whispered as I kill your family. I would not
start with you - what real pain and anxiety you may suffer then? "
My heartbeat quickened. I sat down and put my feet, my knees wobbly. "Tell me a
thing before I decide. "
"One thing," she replied coolly with a single glance.
"Who are Quantusum, and why do they contact me? "
"These are two different questions, Solomon. You have requested, and I grant you that.
You must bring more precision to your words. I'll answer one of your questions, as
For example loyalty, something that you would do well to emulate. "
"The Quantusum are mythological creatures who are guilty of thinking about control
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the lowest of the human species - that would be you, Solomon. They like to pull the strings of their
puppets and fill with the aspirations of a large life, a life full of purpose and
mystery, a life that has meaning beyond the acquisition of things. "
"The Quantusum are troublesome predators who prey on gullible, seeking to frustrate their
progress in the good life. They are to be avoided at all costs because they are the darkest of all entities
they do not believe in the light, religion, science or any other pedestal culture. They
not believe in their own explorations of the imagination. These are creatures that like crazy
- Above all other goals - human refuse their true feeling of being in the world, you
refuse your gods and even saviors. They, the Quantusum are themselves their own gods and those
who believe in them are their slave. "
It was clear she was lying, and his sarcastic tone, unflinching and thirsting to be heard,
filled the air around us. "Why do not you tell me the truth about them? "Asked
I.
"Any other questions? "Nammu rose, its seductive beauty for the first time fully
present. "I'm done here. Either you agree or you return to the island. I give you ten
seconds and nothing more. "
My mind suddenly slipped its moorings in a deep fog and oppressive. There was
no response with which I could live. Every answer seemed wrong.
"I need a condition if I agree with you," I declared.
"There can be no conditions. "
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"Please, just one. At least hear me out before you refuse me. "
"What? "
"I need a warning. "
"You want me to tell you if you get too interested in the spiritual fantasies
mythological creatures? What kind of warning would be satisfactory to you? "
"Maybe I could make one of your pine trees wither and die? Or perhaps a distant cousin
could expire a brain aneurysm? Is this what you had in mind? "
Nammu laughed to scorn. "Give me your answer - now! "
I desperately wanted an alternative, but I do not see any. A long breath
escaped me, and a whispered voice, I said, "I agree. "
"I accept your agreement, and it is now compulsory for as long as you are Solomon
Tonum. "Nammu looked into her eyes as she spoke the words, and it was impossible to
I look away. I felt his eyes pinning me with some force that only dumb
gods can handle.
There was no way to know how I could be helped, or if I would help. I knew
only at this moment that someone would help me, because there was no way to defend
myself
Nammu myself. His power was such that control the underworld and powerful moves
men like pawns on a chessboard.
If free will was gone, and I was proof of his departure, there must be someone who represses
on behalf of like me. But then who protected Dou Xing, or any number of other saints
and spiritual messengers fell under the ax, knife, rope, rock or gun of the same
power that flashed across the body Nammu so vividly? I felt like a
ant crawling under a lion.
During the brief moment I pondered these thoughts, I turned and saw that Nammu had
disappeared. No trace of his presence remained. I came home and I locked the patio doors
behind me. Suddenly, I wanted to drink a glass of scotch or something to numb my
head throbbing. I had to find a way to protect my family and myself. I had to be
normal. I had no choice.
It's a strange thing when some external force, as powerful as Nammu, requires you
to be normal, the opposite result stirs within you. I could not explain it, but I
could feel spring from a certain depth that I had not drawn inside me
previously.
I could feel the beating of its wings, and I prayed that it would not be the end of my family or
life.
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My follow-up meeting with Zenith and Tilopa never occurred. I canceled. I
explained
I was too tired and I needed to spend time with my family, it is true.
After visiting Nammu, all I could think about was the guilt I would feel if
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something were to happen to my children or Derya. I decided that my time would focus on
them, trying to rebuild my family relationships and have fun together.
A whole week passed after the unexpected visit of Nammu and constant worry
began to subside. I took long walks in the morning, often with Derya.
We were always looking for a souvenir, some tinged tears thing since
deep feelings which arouse me at once, but nothing ever happened. I had changed, and
knew. This is not only my amnesia. There was something deeper. She had
mentioned in vague terms, rummaging around, but anyway, it was so distorted
none of us could recognize.
I never mentioned any of my dreams, or my meeting with Nammu to Derya and when I told him
talked about the visit to Zenith and Tilopa, I said vaguely of "catching up with his old
colleagues. "I do not know how to talk about these things. I was afraid Derya think
I am crazy, and I was already concerned about this prospect.
Sometimes the possibility of new knowledge may come upon us like a giant wave
ocean, carrying us so far away from those we love that we do not know how to have
real intimacy now. If I had to tell Derya all the things I've seen, felt,
proven and now known only in the last three weeks of memories, she
would have no way to reach me. I would be more a stranger - a husband of fortune -
surrounded by such great distances she could not find me.
If ever the courage whisper in my ear and encourage me to such an extent that I could
disclose my experiences, so I could find a real peace of mind, but now I
had no choice but to keep everything inside. Maybe I was not born for
discover this portal to the soul as Tilopa had called, and perhaps Nammu was just what
I need to focus my attention on family and work. My health continued to
strengthen, and with each passing hour, I felt a sense of normalcy is spread over me.
Routines are established and I started to feel comfortable with the familiar.
Thursday morning, after Derya and children have left for work or school, the phone rang,
and I put Dr. Kendall on the video display onto the kitchen counter. "Hello
Dr. Kendall. "
"Hello, Solomon. How do you feel? "
"Very well, thank you. "
"I know that you are expected to come for a check-up Monday, so I do not call you for
medical reasons. We heard from your parents donor, and they really seem
pleased to meet you, provided that you come to their home. Apparently they
own a farm northwest of New York and can not travel here. "
"Well," I said. "Can you send me their details and I will arrange? "
"Yeah, I can do it. Something else. "
"Yes ... "
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"The donor has left a will and wants you to have certain things, then his lawyer
wants arrange a meeting with you separately in the coming days, if it suits you. "
"Sure," I said hesitantly.
"Good. I will send the details now, and for the rest I'll let you get by. "
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"Very well, thank you doctor. "
"On Monday, then," said Dr. Kendall.
"Thanks again for making this possible. "
"No problem. Happy to help. "
Au revoir. "
Au revoir. "
I was conflicted when I turned off the video screen. I really did not want to drive north-
western New York State. It was at least six hours away, but more importantly, the
meeting with the family of my donor was an idea of Tilopa. I think Nammu
atom moves closer to my wrong mission? Get it to take me to give me a
lesson?
It was a real dilemma.
The other thing that puzzled me was the will. Why donor he would let me though
it is more than his heart? She had to know she would die in advance to produce a
and will appoint its recipient as beneficiary. What did she do to me?
As I considered these quirks, a letter from Dr. Kendall appeared in my email and I
opened. The parents of my client and his lawyer were all with full contact details.
I decided to do a search on the name and see what they could. My client called
Vanessa Longley, and his parents were farmers in Lisbon, New York. They had a farm
family with a few ponds, I could not really tell how many acres of my overflights on
Google Earth, but it looked great for a family farm.
I could see a few pigs from satellite images. Not too many livestock, perhaps
a secondary activity when crops are growing. I found some photos, and they
looked like a nice couple in their late sixties.
Vanessa, I think, was a student at New York University. I looked in "Memoriam
Vanessa Leroy ", but found nothing that seemed strange to me. I also searched
Facebook, but with the same result. It seemed unusual for a student does not appear on the
Web. No web pages, no references. Only an obscure reference stated that it
attending the University of New York, and I could not even be sure it was the same Vanessa
Longley. There were a few portraits, but different women, and I could not really tell
that one of them was my donor.
It was especially looking portraits. I believed with certainty that at the heart bterait
inside me recognizing the portrait of Vanessa, but it was only a hope
obscure, and it was never turned into something I could say be real or solid;
feelings left, I was operating in the dark.
The lawyer was easy to find, business website, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, each reached
Digital imaginable unfolded to locate their next client. His name was Daniel Archer, and
was a partner in a law firm in Manhattan, according to their website, responded to
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acquisitions and business law. It seemed unusual that their website had nothing to
do with wills and probate.
With some trepidation, I dialed Daniel Archer. I decided that I wanted
not expect him to call me. I was too curious. After waiting for about five
minutes,
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a soft voice, but energetic answered the phone.
"This is Dan Archer. Sorry I made you wait, sir tonum, but I was just finishing with
a client. "
"No problem," I replied.
"I was just thinking about calling you, but you saved me the trouble of finding your number one
pile on my desk that begins to look suspiciously like a skyscraper, "he laughs. "Thank you
for taking the initiative. "
"I beg you, do you know why I call you? "I asked.
"The will of Vanessa. I guess the hospital gave you my name and number. "
"Yes, but I must say that it makes no sense for me to be in his will. Is it
something you can talk on the phone, or should I come to your office? "
"Give me your address, Mr. tonum, and I will send by courier materials
she left for you. I do not think we need to meet about it. I need
you to sign a release and a few other things, regular legal forms, but
you can send send them to my office in the coming days, I will ensure
they are in the package I sent. So what is your address? "
I gave him my address and waited for him to grasp.
"Okay, I understand. "
"When will you send? "I asked.
He paused for a few seconds. "I now give your address to my assistant,
probably in your hands in about two or maybe three hours. "
Dan seemed suddenly pressed. I felt a reluctance that makes any other
Conversation seems unlikely. I thanked him for his time, and the conversation ended
abruptly and somewhat awkwardly.
As I was in the mood to make calls, I dialed the phone number of Mr. and
Mrs. J ason Longley. There was no name for the mother, but from my research I had
already identified as Longley Corin.
The phone rang about six times, and I was about to hang up when a female voice came
... a little out of breath. My heart was beating so fast, I took a deep breath, hoping to
the calm. I do not know why I was so anxious, but I had goosebumps in his voice.
"Hello, this is Corin, Sorry it took so long to get the phone. "
"... Mrs. Longley, my name is Solomon tonum -"
"Oh yes, we were expecting your call, sir tonum. "
I paused a moment and took a deep breath, my heart still raced. "I hope that
I do not mind. "
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"Heavens no, every time the phone rang yesterday or the day before yesterday, I thought it might be
you. I am very glad you called. I was just outside sweeping the porch. "
"Is it a beautiful day out there? "I asked.
"A little chilly, but the sun came out and the wind is calm," she said, pausing.
"Mr. tonum -"
"Please, call me Solomon. "
"Okay, Solomon and you can call me Corin. We are country people and do not have
many false pretenses. ". She laughed in amusement.
"I have a thousand questions," says Corin, "which rotate in my head now, but I guess I
should the master so we have something to talk about when you get here. I guess
the hospital told you that we were not able to travel so far. With our farm is
so hard to get out, and we settled all the affairs of the funeral and ... its business
personal. "
"I understand, and please, if it's too much trouble, we can postpone the meeting in
few weeks - "
"Come on, we're not so busy, if you can drive. "
"Well, actually, that's why I called you. I could go either Tuesday or Wednesday of the
next week, if appropriate? "
"Of course, of course, this works well," says Corin enthusiastically. "Let's say Tuesday. "
"Okay," I replied. "If I leave early, I think I could be there at noon. It would
well? "
"Of course, it would be nice, Solomon," said Corin. "There will be a meal for you, so do not bother
not to stop for lunch. You can simply call us when you are about to
ten minutes. Agree? "
A strange feeling came over me. I wanted to cry in certain areas of memory,
I want to talk with my mother. My mother had died ten years earlier, and the voice of Corin had
textures that maternal care is heavenly mouth.
"Yes, that would be great," I replied.
"So we'll see you Tuesday for lunch," says Corin.
I wanted to bring up how I was sorry for their loss, and how I felt blessed me to be
able to live through the grace of their daughter, but I could not find the words. I thought
it would be better to say to each of them in person. "Okay, uh, thank you for your willingness
meeting. I really appreciate it. "
"Not at all, your interest in us together was music to our ears. "
"Very well. Well, then I'll see you Tuesday. "
"Good. We eagerly await it, Solomon. Goodbye now. "
"Goodbye, Corin. "
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Somehow, I knew it was my duty to respond to Longleys and fear that I
earlier about the effects had dissipated, topped by a strange impatience, I felt
understand my new heart. Whatever the contours that kept us away - my
heart and my spirit have also created an intense desire to mesh. I could feel increased
since
My phone call to Corin. And now, without any reason to believe the panels only
visible that indicated the way, I decided to follow my heart.
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When the doorbell rang, it startled me. My heart jumped a beat or two, but I
was quickly stabilized while I fixed my eyes on the white van in the mail
the driveway. It was the package of the law firm, one Vanessa Longley had left for his
recipient. I strongly going up to the front door, would sign for the package and asking on the table
the kitchen staring at him as if it was the entrance to a maze.
It was a large sealed envelope, light orange color, based on my kitchen table with
timestamps tightening the address label - my name scrawled handwritten in black ink
permanent. I opened it nervously. I found several legal documents that I read
quickly. I found another envelope marked "J ournal" which was sealed with tape
packaging. Below, there was an item that caught my attention, it was a case of DVD
with a note attached. Note, in beautiful calligraphy, simply said:
Start here.
For only the addressee.
Vanessa
Curiously, the disk was enclosed in a plastic housing with a continuous seal wax
and developed. Obviously, Vanessa was that only the recipient, though he was, could see.
With a knife, I opened the box, breaking the seal, before the disc and walked me to the living room. My
hand began to tremble a little as I put the disc in the player. I sat,
clicking the Play, my curiosity stimulated by all the apparent secret button.
A homemade video started on an empty chair sitting in a room half dark face
a large desk. A young woman came to the right side of the frame, but I could only see his back
as she walked carefully around the camera tripod with the microphone cord
tie in his left hand. So she sat in the chair and looked directly
camera, she looked anything but normal and did not seem, by an effort of imagination, be
consistent with what I had imagined it would look like. It was small, fragile form, short
white hair, thick glasses and a nice but stern face. I first thought it
was an albino, although in low light the video was difficult to say with certainty. It
fidgeted in his chair for a moment, adjusted the microphone cord and then looked
the camera for a few moments without speaking.
It was so strange to look at the person who gave me his heart. I became very emotional and
I had trouble finding the break in order to pull myself button, but it was too late. Tears
slipped on my face as I watched this man started talking translucent. I
felt the veil of tolerance raised me as she collected.
The expression of Vanessa was captivating. His eyes seemed to move involuntarily, as
Eye dreaming under the eyelids. There was an innocence and sense of self in his language
body that attracted me to it.
She cleared her throat as a final preparation signal and looked into the camera lens.
"If you look at it, you have my heart, the only part of me that is not dying. "
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She forced a quick smile to the camera. "In reality, it was the only body which I was allowed to
gift. "
"I wanted to tell you about me, so you understand your new heart. I'll just leave the
video play, no editing or anything, so if you're tired of my voice, simply
hit Pause. "It Gera a slight smile.
"As you can see, I'm an albino. I have a genetic disease that my friends in the
medical community called oculocutaneous albinism - the most severe form of
albinism. "
"The side effects ... Well, let's just say they are not all of a medical nature. Be born
on a farm in the middle of nowhere, I was educated at home all my life, never really
interacting with anyone except occasionally during visits to the doctor. "
"I have this vision called nystagmus, which scares my peers more than any of my
other oddities and making friends is not my specialty. Surgeons have corrected the worst in
When I was eight years old, but she has never really disappeared completely, as you
can probably see. Each time I went, I had to be wrapped, eye
ophthalmic sun ... all that stuff. I understood why the children stayed away from me. "
"But as they say, with clouds, there is always a positive side, and mine was my
imagination. I had a host of imaginary friends. Do not misunderstand me, I was not
schizophrenic, I was lonely and having no friends I was composing, most of them at least.
I was very good at it. "
"But we're going to start on why this video ... "She took a deep
inspiration and seemed to gather his thoughts. "I knew I was dying for about twelve years. I
just turned twenty-eight years, and when I was sixteen, I had this ... this premonition. In this
vision was told that the only thing I could develop that would be important, was my heart,
my heart, well, that would be a legacy that would make my life meaningful and even
essential. "
"I figured I would not have children or marry me or have a major or career
something like that. "She looked at the camera, as someone who scanned the
secrets of a desirable living places. "
"At first when I was told that I had to prepare my heart, I thought it was an instruction
lead a clean life, simple, lots of exercise, pay attention to your diet and so on,
but I was wrong. It was growing frequency of love in my heart, keep them there and
release them whenever I could. "
"I know what you think," she said, pointing at his head and looking straight
camera. "How can a person like me, isolated from everything she knows something about
love or how to grow? "She leaned slightly forward and lowered his voice. "You
see, it must be that the soul has a secret way of knowing that it is immortal. This ... it comes in
somehow sneaks up on you if you pay attention and as I had no distractions
usual, I noticed. "
"I was not a particularly spiritual person, and even now, I would consider myself
not really spiritual, just someone who has invested much of his free time on the considerable
development of his heart because that is his legacy ... its mission. "
"I understand if you think it has a sounding a little crazy, maybe you think I
'm strange as what I seem, and you wonder if even the heart inside of you will
you infect some crazy way. There is no such thing. I'm sorry if I seem so strange ...
it's just what I am. Try to look beyond the odd person you see and
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just hear my words. I could do all this audio and you save the full effect of my
person, but I want you to really know me. "
Vanessa turned and reached behind her a glass of water from the office, she sat in the front and took a
sip of water, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and then folded his hands on his knees. Lighting
the room was thin, but it seemed she closed her eyes. His hair was a mess,
as if she had to get up and did not bother to brush. She wore a shirt
blue jumper was long and loose sleeves and a gray track pants.
The room where it was very simple. I do not see much beyond his office
but upon the table, there was a portable computer and a tablet placed one beside the other. There was
some books stacked on the back of his office too, and on the right side of the camera image,
I think I could discern some pictures that were probably her parents.
It seemed that Vanessa was going to die, but she was clearly not in a hospital or a
hospice. I assumed it was his apartment.
She looked into the camera and continued. "Anyway, you know me and know a
little more about me. Of course, I know nothing about you. I do not know your name, where you live, or
what
it is about your personality. You are completely unknown to me, except for a
thing. My heart knows you. What I mean by that? Imagine that during the ten
recent years you have spent four to six hours every day to polish your heart and
polishing, I mean making it pure, sensible, coherent, lively, rhythmic, sensing the beauty,
courageous, including, compassionate, expressive, humble, loving and all those things that make the heart
the abode of the soul. "
"If your heart was conditioned in this way, the soul is fully input. She would live in this
heart and whisper things. This is what my soul. After years and years of
polishing my heart, I could finally glimpse the real way of the soul to see, and when I
looked, I saw you. "
She pointed a finger at the camera, but I felt that it was me. Chills ran down my
spine as I watched, completely enthralled by his story.
"I do not mean you as a person, an individual with a name, sex,
personality, identification information and all that stuff. I mean you as an immortal being.
It is this person that I'm talking about, because it is he whom I serve now, or you do not this would look
video. "
"You are the creator of something big. Something will come up that will change everything.
I saw that. All ... everything in this world will be affected. I do not know how, but I
know you will - we ... we will. "
Vanessa paused, looked at the ground and then placed his right hand on his heart. "It is not
a gift. It is not as simple as a simple extension of life. This is an attractor of the most
top of you. The part of you that is blind and stupid in the vanity of life, but will
go forward with the heart prepared as I gave you. "
"You might be in denial. You might doubt every word I say. I have no
evidence, but you have yours, if you read my journal and practice what I started. Nothing
this is difficult. What's hard is that you are the last link in a chain that stretches
a vast space-time, and you will be distracted, harassed, threatened, and it is true, possibly reduced
silenced by the forces that want this cosmic event goes wrong; wavers in doubt and
disillusionment. They will do their best to derail. Not because they are bad, not
because they see the big picture and do not like the result, but because they are forces
powerful who are selfish and do not have the courage of empathy. Change, the kind you
bring, is never desirable to such forces. "
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She paused again and adjusted his position in the chair. Vanessa seemed to have a beauty
bewitching a strange way, and as she spoke, she became more animated. She maintained a
humble posture, not the kind made in popular magazines. His hands were delicate and
female, and she used them in its communication baguette as a conductor.
Vanessa looked behind her as if she turned some intrusions and then turned
towards the camera. "There is no harm will come to you if you trust our heart. There are
person that can stop you if you listen to the central part of your being. I've seen it. Of
threats ... they come. Distractions ... they impose. Keep practicing techniques
I left you in my journal. Please, believe me. This is not madness. Is health
mental in its highest form. "
She folded her legs under her, and I noticed she was barefoot. "If you meet my
parents, they might tell you that I am not prone to mysticism. I have never read the Bible or
the
Quran. I never studied any of the religions of this world ... never had an interest. Instead, I
'm focused on my heart. I studied. I listened. I found all frequencies
resonate there, and I learned how these frequencies can be woven into practices that create
connections between the heart and brain and mind and body. "
"Someone with deep emotion - not the sentimental type, paste, but the kind that is
clear fused with a deep and abiding love that is not moody or based on
ease, can awaken his missions, even as large as yours missions. The heart is
fuel that drives the mission. "
She looked away for a moment or two as if she remembered some of the events
past, and when she spoke, her voice was softer and more deliberate. "One of the things that
occur when you receive my heart is that it will reset. I do not know exactly
does this mean for you and how it will affect you, but I saw that too. My heart goes out
restart your system, and the result is unpredictable. All I can say is be patient.
This is not a rejection of the chemical or biological level, but rather an energy quantum level.
Your doctors do not understand, and they will probably prescribe medication to
facilitate this. Please do not take them. "
"I realize that, once again, seems crazy and I beg your pardon, but
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Sincerity is the only corner of the communication, I've never understood, and so here I must tell you
I believe, though I can not tell you why I think so. "
"I created a living body where a soul can reside in full grandeur. Your heart is now attracting
higher in your body, and while this immortal stepped forward consciousness, you
feel a new emancipation, as if the whole world was suddenly your ally
partner. "
"Look at me, I look like a successful person, well socialized, healthy? "She shook her
head slightly and smiled. "I'm not one of those things as you can see, yet
the universe is my ally. How is this possible? This is possible because my heart is
Now inside the person that will change everything. I am the fuel for your rocket. Is it
Do you understand? Without me, you would never be able to leave the Earth's gravity. Your
Mission never deploy in the path to which it was intended. "
The voice of Vanessa veered to a whisper. "Sometimes the most powerful alignment seems to be the most
lowest in its class. "
"The space of the heart shrinks when it serves the personality wants to be powerful and achieve
measures human achievement. This is the humble spirit that develops the heart, for he sees all in one
and understands that the unit is not a goal or objective, it is now and always will be
Now. The key is to be aware of. I think this is where your mission lies. This is what I
seen. Maybe when you see this video, you already know about it. "
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"I realize that doubts creep. I got them ... believe me ... I got them in
each variety. Doubts can be so compelling that they can convince
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cancel your practice. The question says nothing happens, why practice? Where are the cause and
effect, the rewards of your practice? Their seductions are strange. Their voices are everywhere.
It's like a chorus of bad singers covering a talented singer. "
Her fingers were long and narrow, and they were always moving as she spoke. They
had an inventive quality as if they had their own language. "If you've gotten this far
in the video, especially without a break, you're probably already aware of this mission you
have, at least at some level. You may have already seen me. I would go to you, rest assured. I
will help you in every way I can. When you have doubts, distractions and
feeling that the mission back, you can call me. I left in my procedures
newspaper. "
"One thing you can always count on no matter what happens outside
you, I'm here, "she placed her hands on his heart dearly. "I will not leave you
not. "
Vanessa looked directly into the lens of the camera as I had seen before. Expression
- Body language - was one of the most unusual that I had ever seen. There was a restraint
poetic in its movement, the sweetness of a big sky. My heart felt heavy, knowing that
had disappeared, and the jewel in the crown that she had worked so hard to create the beat now
code still unknowable in me. The last three weeks had prepared me for this video, and
although there are parts of it where I felt uncomfortable with, I understand the majority.
"My diary," she continued, "is a collection of random thoughts and ideas that I have learned
Over the past ten years. Think of it as the owner's manual of the heart that beats
inside you. The heart is not just a collection of tissues and muscles work
according to the vagaries of weather. This is the portal of collective intelligence that unites us - all of us -
to
purpose and larger fate of life. "
"Sometimes the greater purpose is lost and someone comes along and rediscovered, but not just for
point to him and say our destiny is this or that. This allows the discovery for all
people with experience - the direct experience ... the most powerful way. This is the
how a species becomes. This is what you are connected, although I can not say
exactly how. "
Vanessa looked away from the photo camera for a while and paused. "The
Doctors told me that I still have a few weeks to live. I will not hassle with my
medical complications. In fact, my doctors told me that it's a miracle if I've lasted so
long. They had predicted my demise for many years now, but I know
I'm near the end ... I can feel it. I consider myself a lucky person, so if
Please do not feel any pity for me. I lived a fulfilling and meaningful life in
remaining faithful to my mission. "
"I understand the pursuit of happiness and why people seek through the acquisition of
things outside themselves, but happiness for me is when I feel aligned with my
mission. I can not explain it otherwise. I realize that for some, it seems
selfish, but that's why I came here as a human being, and while others may
I feel distant and remote, it would be more honest to say that I'm dedicated to my
mission and my mission is far from selfish. "
"My last comment to you is that love is a state of consciousness. I know it may
seem abstract and it is, but the stuff is there, because love is considered a feeling
and action, but it is primarily an awareness. This is an intelligence before
that, and that intelligence is not the brain or the mind, but the heart-mind is to say that the
heart and mind are harmonized to express the soul. "
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"Now that you have my heart, your mind will slowly synchronize with it. How
long it will take is unknown, so be patient. You can feel in the meantime
you are rudderless in love. If you have a spouse or children, you
can feel a sense of emptiness about them until this harmonization between my
heart and mind occurs. Page 63 of my journal, you'll see a technique that can help.
Practice as often as you feel that you serve. "
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She clasped her hands and bowed slightly. "I love you and I will do everything in my power to you
help. The awareness that I will always be very close to your heart. I hope you
the will welcome is all I ask. "
"This is Vanessa, disconnecting. "
She rose from her chair with some effort, and I then watched it disappear from
the image of the camera and a few seconds later, only the black screen remained. I clicked on the button
Stop and wept silently.
The room was suddenly silent. I could feel the tears running down my face, but I
was not sad. It was another emotion or feeling, I could not define. I felt very
fortunate to have received the heart of Vanessa, but at the same time, I developed a keen sense
the work that lay before me was daunting in its scope, and if Vanessa were Tilopa
accurate in their assessments.
A clearer picture emerged of my future, even if my past had taken place as a
trapped in a place without windows, insulated and indecipherable. I closed my eyes and put my hand on
my heart and felt his soft, rhythmic pace. I could feel the scar from the surgery, but
deep in some holy room, thumps sounded their presence and
I imagined the love flowing from my hand to my new heart and I met with a burst of
recognition.
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Chapter 30: Event insignificant
The next day was Saturday. I was thinking if I had to share the video with Vanessa
Derya. Derya and children were at home. Derya was raised as a Muslim and was
moderately religious. In which I was involved was definitely in contradiction with the
main tenets of the Islamic religion, but how was I was a big disgrace
unknown.
The other issue was Nammu - be powerful hell requiring bondage with threats
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terrible. Thus, on the one hand, I watered Islam, westernized, and secondly, I had ... I do not know
not exactly what I had with Nammu, but at that time it seemed to be the opposite of a
mosque, a church, a temple or something religious. I felt like between
hammer and the anvil, and the noose tightened only.
We had just finished lunch, and children ran out into the garden to play, when I
J on heard shouting, "Daddy! Dad! "
I ran from the kitchen, my heart in my throat anxiety. J on and Marisa pointed to
something on the ground, and when I opened the screen door of the patio, I saw that one of our
pines had fallen and had somehow shrunken to such an extent that it was no longer about a
third its normal size. Our tree was not just fell of his death he had been murdered
a wild force that could only be Nammu.
Derya was right behind and she gasped in disbelief. "What is the cause of this? "
I shook my head, trying to act calm and collected. "I do not know, but I'll clean it. "
"You're going to clean it? "Derya asked with astonishment. "We should make an inspector
Public Health ... or ... or a city person looks at it. Something is wrong. The trees are
not wilt like that overnight. "
Derya turned to our children. "Children, I want you to go inside now,"
she commanded.
Marisa and J on like scolded puppies, sulked slowly toward the patio door they closed
behind them, then they stood near the glass door looking with sad faces.
Derya grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the tree, about six feet, and whispered intensely.
"Look, I know you have amnesia, but believe me, this is not normal. We need
someone in this city consideration. There could be a chemical ... or ... at risk
Health here that the city needs to know. We simply can not repair the damage and remove
in the waste. Agree? "
I nodded. "Okay, I understand. Who should we call? "
"It's Saturday, I'm not sure that the public works department is open. Let the police and
see what they recommend. "
"The police? "I protested.
"Yes, the police. This is serious, Sol. "
This is that moment, that single moment when I knew I could turn and explain everything Derya
and make him aware of all the dreams, visions, visits and threats that I had experienced since
my heart transplant. For a moment, I opened my mouth, my tongue preparing to form
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words, but they did not come out. They regrouped in my mouth, remaining silent as if
only the world could disperse them, and he was not ready.
"Okay, I'll call them right away," I told him, turning to the house.
I do not know how to make him understand. Too much to explain, the children watched, a
neighbor cleaning his patio and seemed to be listening, and it was obvious to me that Nammu, since
the dark recesses of the universe, we watched. I could feel his presence, and the last thing
I wanted to do was to combine Derya this. I was angry and not because a tree had been
destroyed, but because Nammu clearly returned a message - she was involved my family.
It made me uncomfortable for my indiscretion to reach out to Vanessa and her parents.
Why friction should she be so intense? Whenever I leaned towards where I
felt I had to go, a threat was perceived. I felt like a dog on a leash
shorter.
I grabbed the phone and dialed the local police. I searched for words
describe the incident without giving the impression of being an escapee from an insane asylum. The
emergency operator
seemed bored with my story, but it did its job and told me that agents arrive
shortly.
A police car arrived ten minutes after my call. Two police followed us and Derya
me in the garden where we pointed in unison misshapen tree that still seemed strange.
Its pine needles had fallen and cracked bark as erratic patterns that
took off the trunk, but the strangest thing was the smell. It was a foul smell like
death itself. Thick golden sap flowed from the base of the trunk where he offended, probably
cause of the odor.
They took some pictures, rested a few questions and drew up a report which seemed to assume
that the destruction was either a joke neighborhood children, a very rare tree disease.
I accepted their theories, hoping to minimize their review, although me to feel that
Derya was less convinced.
They agreed with Derya a municipal employees responsible for inspecting trees should
an assessment. The police put a tarp over the tree and blocked the area where
he fell.
They encouraged us to stay inside and avoid the area until the tree can be inspected. They
Derya also promised they would ask one of the experts spill products
Chemical Corps firefighters examine the tree and ground water around him.
Because of my amnesia, Derya answered their questions about the original height of the tree,
when and where we bought it, if we had an information landscape and they all kind
needed to produce the report. I mostly nodded and had the keen air, and
did occasionally waved to J on and Marisa patiently watching the door-
window.
Seeking a glimmer of hope, I remembered that at least warned me exactly Nammu
the way that I asked, but it left me in a decidedly awkward position.
How can I simply drop due to what I learned from Vanessa? How
could I abandon my mission? If there was a higher power, a divine being who
orchestrated it all, does not he protect me and my family? Maybe the death of the tree was the
Nammu that could really achieve.
We spent the rest of the afternoon at the park and the local mall, in the hope of some
of normality. When we got home, a message on our answering machine waiting for us.
It was the fire. J erome Higgs was the name of the person. He had gone to inspect the tree then
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we were out and left his report in the mailbox. Derya started reading and
I waved to listen.
"Mr. and Mrs. tonum, my name is J erome Higgs body firefighters New
Haven. I did a quick inspection of your pin. I did not see any chemical residue in the vicinity
immediate, so I do not think it was caused by a chemical agent. I've never seen anything
something like that and there is nothing in our database, nor indeed in line so I can
intersect and define exactly something specific. I sampled the sap
tree, needles and bark, and we will scan and return home with the
results. I also took samples of groundwater, which required a little drilling near
the base of the tree that we repair at the expense of the city. "
"In the meantime, after the municipal employee in charge of the inspection of trees makes its
evaluation, we will do the recycling. Stay away from this general area until we
got rid of the tree and were covering the hole we drilled. "
"My number if you have questions is 203-787-6734. And thank you have a nice day. "
Derya sighed and turned to me. "Can you call and get more details while I
ready to eat? "
"More details? "I asked.
"When the attendant trees happen? When going in our garden can we? Far
Should we stay away from the place? I just want to get more information. "She pointed to
the branch of the tree. "It's scary. This does not happen. Something's wrong ... I can
feel. I want to know all possible information about this tree. Agree? "
"I'll call him now," I told him.
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Derya leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Sol. A glass of wine waiting for you when
you have
completed. Here the number of J erome. "She handed me a small piece of paper.
I went to my office, sat down and dialed. A cheerful female voice answered the
phone.
"Hello, Barracks 13 firefighters. How can I help you? "
"May I speak with J erome Higgs, please? "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Higgs ended his day. Are there anyone else with whom you
want to talk? "
"Uh ... No, he had left a message about a problem we have in our garden - "
"Oh yes, the people of the tree," she interrupted. I could hear the sound of shuffled papers
Background. "Mr. tonum, is not it? "
"Yes. "
"I can help you with that," she replied. "Have you any questions? "
"Super ... well, uh ... do you know when the attendant trees come with us? "
"Monday at 8:42," she replied without a hitch in his delivery.
My face turned to a frown. Something was strange ... I could
suddenly feel. It was as if a shadow passed over and the time itself
changed by an avid reflection encircling me.
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"Any other questions? , "She asked.
"Mr. Higgs, he says when we can use our garden again? "I asked.
My mind seethed through the possibilities of what was happening.
She laughed, and then I knew that, although I do not know exactly how that
I spoke with Nammu. My skin began to tingle.
"Mr. tonum," she said. "I do not worry too much about your garden. It was only a
tree and only a small one. I do not think that other trees will be lost. "
"With Mr. Higgs Do you work? "I asked.
"No significant way," she replied. "... Will he have more questions? "
I was almost ready to hang up, doubting my distrust of this woman. "I do not have your
name, "I said.
"No, you did not, but you know me anyway. "There was a soft chuckle,
reserved, but clearly that of Nammu.
A long silence ensued while I hesitated on my line of conduct. My natural instinct is to
back and put my phone off, but in the privacy of my office, I decided to
deal with it. Maybe it would be easier on the phone, I told myself.
"Why do you follow my every move," I asked, careful to keep my voice
low. "Why are you trying to deliberately get involved my family? "
"Well, Solomon, you know why I'm you ... not pretend ignorance with me. In your
second question, I only protect my interest in our agreement. You wanted a
warning ... I gave you a warning. You should be grateful. "
"Listen, I do not know how I can agree with you if you harm something
important to me. If you do this again, my agreement will be canceled. "
My voice trembled a little, to my dismay.
"J ust Threaten not to honor our agreement? "Asked Nammu, every word tinted
hostility.
I did not answer him, but I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, hoping that the
words find their way. "If you involve my family in any way, yes, I will continue
my mission ... or anything that you do not want me to do, and I will continue with each
cell of my body. I will appeal to any divine power of the universe to help me and you - "
"And I what? Do you really think that you have the power to stray simply because
you use an imaginary force? "Nammu laughed softly to herself, as if amused by
my seriousness.
"For a moment," she said, "imagine the tree in your garden was a person and not too
dramatize, but we'll say ... a member of your family ... Perhaps Derya ... or J on. "
My heart was racing. She seemed so calm, as if she was a queen of talking with the
weather one of his subjects. I wanted to hang, but I feared the consequences.
I heard a soft laugh and then silence for a few seconds, and then his voice
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distorted into something that resembled the blind pure, unbridled evil that was neither male nor female.
"I will reach and destroy what you like, if you dare to violate our agreement. You, at this moment
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Also, are there in your office, while your family is on the floor ... alone. Would you like
me shows you my powers and relieves you of any doubt? Another warning perhaps? "
"No! "I cried out of pure instinct.
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"So do not pretend to hold any power over me, because you do not have one. I am the master here, and
you are the servant. I finished playing nurse to a man who is crazy enough to put his family
in danger. The tree was an insignificant event. Doubt my power again, and I
you deliver a shot you will not regret for the rest of your life. "
I began to speak, but I could only hear a tone. Nammu had ended
the call. I was sweating, restless and wrapped in the cold terror. I got up from my chair and
came and went in my office, trying to find a way out of my predicament, but
I continued to land on the same line: give up. She was right, I put my
family in danger. I had to stop everything. I had to get back to work and resume my family life
and put aside all my thoughts of a mission that was intended for another person.
Everything I believed with such conviction after watching the video was Vanessa
now routinely deleted. I could feel the flickering into nothingness, as I resolved to
be my normal self. The reins that had controlled me last month were rejected. I would not
more listen to something other than my rational mind and do only what was necessary to
protect my family. It was my mission, my only mission.
I went into my dark room, I opened the closet and found the envelope Vanessa. I
held for a moment, then in a symbolic pulse and stained with terror, I threw in the
bin as a divine decree that had changed my direction. I was no longer the subject of a large
experience of the human race. Someone else will have to step up and take on this role, because I had
no help, no protection, and certainly not the ability to overcome the divine power
Nammu.
My world as a compass asleep in a motionless ocean, suddenly came to
rest. I climbed the stairs feeling a new sense of conviction back into my life,
my old life, a time to be me again.
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Chapter 31: Doctor
The following Monday was my appointment with the doctor. Derya and children were
again their routines at work and school. I took a taxi to my doctor's office, since it was me
still prohibited from driving. The journey was rather short, but he still managed to cost $
28. After I ticked off, I was led to one of the exam rooms for Dr. Kendall
routine post-surgical evaluation. The nurses were happy - for a Monday afternoon
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noon, and judging by the chatter in the corridor outside the room, one of them was getting married.
(The walls were thin).
All standard procedures were meticulously performed on my person, including
Blood pressure and blood samples. After my docile acceptance of the needles and skein
probes, I was taken to a bigger and nicer office that Dr. Kendall used for its
consultations. I waited, looking out the window. It is times like this that my mind
could roam the forbidden mission called me some vast depth, but since my
telephone conversation with Nammu, I became alert. I was not distracted by such
thoughts now, I sent them some other diversion.
One thing I knew I was not a hero. I was a poor transplant recipient
heart dismissing his new heart and was recovering. I was a teacher
protected in new media and film. I was a husband and a father. If I had a unique quality
my personality was my creativity, but it ended up with my memory, and now I know
not how to go about making a film, let alone how to teach students to
privileged academics.
I walked for a while in the doctor's office trying to divert Kendall
my thoughts. A short and flexible suddenly knocked on the door and Dr. Kendall entered. "Hello,
Solomon. Sorry to keep you waiting. How are you today? "
"Well, thank you and yourself? "I replied.
"Busy as always," he said, sitting in his chair behind his desk. He opened his
laptop, looked inside and then turned to me.
"I think I want to run a profile AlloMap XG to identify the problem of rejection. "
"I still have the problems of rejection? "
"The CAB has improved, but it is not where I'd like to see at this stage of
recovery. I think we need to better understand what is behind this rejection, and AlloMap
XG is the best way for us to know. "
"This implies? "
"Nothing, we already have your blood sample today, we will perform tests with this
and let you know what we find. Agree? "
I shrugged my shoulders slightly. "Of course. "
"Some improvement in memory recall? , "He asked.
"I remain desperate in this area," I said sadly.
"My offer still stands. I can set up a consultation with Dr.
Chayton. This is a brilliant psychologist who has helped others to various brain disorders, including
memory loss. Want to try? "
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I nodded. "Sure, I think I've waited long enough to see if I could get to
something on my own ... and it did not so well. "
"Let me call his office now, while you're here, and we will arrange a first
session. "
D'accord. "
Dr. Kendall struck at random on his laptop. "Cabinet of Dr. Chayton. "He took the
phone and put it to his ear, while humming a song I did not recognize. "Hi,
Tyler is Dr. Kendall. I would like to make an appointment for one of my patients
is in my office right now. Kohana is it available later this week? "
"Yes, yes, when? "
"Let me check. "
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Dr. Kendall put his phone in silent mode. "There was a cancellation and you can see
Now, if you want. "
I am restless in my chair, seeking a reason for the delay, but nothing has appeared to me.
"Okay, is it in the same building? "
"J ust three stories tall. You can take the stairs and exercise, "he said with a
twinkle in his eyes.
"Okay, I will. "
Dr. Kendall clicked on the mute button to put the phone back to his ear. "It should, and I
'll send you the files. He took the stairs, so they arrive before he does. "
"Well, I'm sure he wants. "Dr. Kendall hung up the phone, clicked on a few
keys on his laptop and stood up. "I think you made the right choice. You
like Dr. Chayton. "
"What was his name again? "I asked.
"Kohana is Indian ... Sioux, I think. He told me once that meant ... bird ... maybe
Hawk, I do not remember, but it is not your typical shrink, as you will soon
discover. "
Dr. Kendall walked me to the door of the stairwell, shook my hand and gave me
guidance as to the doctor's office Chayton. I climbed the stairs slowly, wondering
what ship I boarded and wishing to have said "no."
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