Chronicles From The Future: The amazing story of Paul Amadeus Dienach

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  Less often—especially in cases of very long partnerships with already grown-up children—it so happens that new love and old affection compromise and reconcile themselves without displacing one another. Each one holding a special place in the person’s heart, they last and evolve alongside each other for many years.

  At times, however, the new love proves stronger and breaks the old bond. And even if such an outcome is not applauded, insomuch that there are no other deeper discrepancies in the partnership—because normally the phase of experimental partnership aims to bring to the surface such latent incompatibilities and not to open the door to new affairs—things turn out like they did in our times.

  Generally, their argument is that the current relationships, being completely free from and alien to any old convention and based on unrestrained choice, mutual love and the pure intention for a lifelong bond—without the legal barriers of our time—should be immeasurably stronger and more stable than ours.

  You could say that these scarce separations along with the instances of unrequited love are, if not the greatest, some of the greatest troubles of their current carefree and happy lives.

  “Are we completely free from pain? No, we have succeeded no such thing…” Stefan was telling me yesterday. “There is no poverty, dependence, violence and matters like that, but the pains of the heart, no matter how intense, are welcome. They remind us of the nostalgia and the thirst for the Samith. We still suffer up to this day, and even more profoundly than you used to, but at least we know why we suffer…”

  I have observed how they suffer in silence and with dignity, how they hide the pain coming from a loss of a loved one or by an unrequited love with a perseverance that reflects the old Christian perception of inner pain. They believe that this inner pain elevates the soul so much that it can become an acquisition even greater than love itself! While the one is transient, the other can never be taken away from you…

  In a book I was reading by their Jonas Geerlud it that said that in a true Lipvirch, which was, however, one-sided and remained unrequited to the end, the person one should pity was not the one aching in loneliness, but the other person who was never able to reach that level of almost metaphysical pain. “Because the former stands higher and sees unique things that the latter will never lay eyes on.”

  Another writer, Alex Rogen, writes that deep down inside nothing is ever lost. Appearances shouldn’t lead to wrong conclusions: “Everything you have ever dreamt of and everything you have cried over is stored for you and will not be forgotten, you kind old souls…”, he writes, alluding to the imperishable of the Source and the beatific Volkic preaching of the universality of the Samith that contains everything…

  Everybody here says that “the past is not as past as it seems…” reminding me of my own destiny. “What you used to call happiness only exists in our dreams,” Stefan told me. “We didn’t come to this world in order to find tangible happiness, something that is impossible, but in order to grasp the true meaning of it and find out what its source is in order to be able to recognise it when we see it!”

  At this point he recited the words of one of their poets: “For why else were we born, why else do we live, except to see our own lives go to waste?” What he meant by this was that the noble thirst of their souls that never ceased throughout their lives was the painful evidence of the superiority of this advanced species that never tires of looking for the Samith in all its mundane forms (art, religion, metaphysical concerns, self-sacrifice and so on) and never gives up or becomes frustrated by the obstacles and disappointment on the way…

  “So, if, let’s say, Hilda found someone new that made her feel more complete. Wouldn’t that bother you?” I asked Stefan.

  “It would definitely not be pleasant, but it’s not like I could stop her. But deep love is a fiery, internal process that makes us better. In the beginning of our relationship I suffered a great deal of pain myself; that sparkle I saw in her eyes the first times she spoke to me and which I hadn’t seen for a long time, I saw it while she spoke to someone else. I prepared myself for the worst, but nothing happened. It was something completely transient. But I was more concerned about whether she would be happy wherever she went and whether that person could really complete her as a person than I was about her leaving me. A friend of mine forgave her companion when he confessed his infidelity, just because she remembered how happy he looked during those days and how happy it made her, as well, to see him happy. In fact, during those days, she had told him: “Whatever it is that gives you so much strength, joy and creativity can be nothing but good.”

  So here’s another manifestation of the Troende, the Volkic person of today, the shareholder of the new wisdom, the not-so-stable and not completely normal in our own eyes…

  Now, as far as our concept of marriage is concerned, they have kept the part of the affection, the interest in the other person, the loyalty, the reciprocity and the altruism and have integrated them into today’s life. But the part that they don’t understand is the element of the abrupt and premature internal aging that came with marriage in our time. They believe that society pushed people towards early marriage, depriving them of the opportunity to live their own lives first, to experience spiritual and other types of joy along the way. Social and political expediency demanded this sacrifice.

  I told him the struggle for survival showed us from the beginning how difficult life was going to be and so it was easier to adapt by yielding to the routine of having a permanent partner. We had to share all those troubles and concerns with someone…

  “Fortunately this abrupt and unnatural sterilisation didn’t unconsciously give birth to true hatred for your partner,” he replied.

  What can I say? In any case, these people manage to stay young at heart forever, combining family happiness and its entirely human nature on the one hand, and on the other, the new enthusiasms and the pure spiritual joy of divine origin. I have no idea how they do it…

  SOUTHERN EUROPE

  Loikito, 30-XI

  The Pyrenees welcomed us with three-day, non-stop rain and massive canyons filled with fir trees that leaped out of the fog. Two days ago, though, the sun reappeared and it looks like it’s here to stay. The lifestyle here is quiet, peaceful and relaxed, quite similar to the one that we came across half a month ago around Bignasco and the beaches of Salerno. But this place is much more crowded; every evening, at dinner time, it’s impossible to find a free table at the restaurants. The partners with the silken, snow-white robes work all day long—the opposite, that is, of what we saw in Bignasco.

  1-XII

  It’s just Silvia and me this time and I feel blessed for every single day that finds me next to her. Today, I was patiently waiting to see her wake up, to see her first blinks under the morning light. When she woke up and saw me looking at her, she laughed. I don’t know what she thought of me at that moment.

  I think that I made a huge blunder yesterday, while at one of the Civeshostels of New Tarracona, located on the opposite side of the mountains, where we had gone with a whole bunch of people and stayed until late at night. I had been dancing with Silvia all night but at the end, they told us that the ribbon that they had given us would determine out next dance partner. I happened to have been matched to a very rare, for the night, girl: a blond among so many light and dark brunettes. My mistake was that I rushed and asked her name in the middle of our dance, but then I remembered that nowadays you are supposed to talk to everyone as if you’ve known them for ages.

  At first we talked about a thousand things, while dancing. Her conduct was very simple and unpretentious. I don’t know what came over me and I asked her name. “Stella Cadens,” she answered in a witty manner. It was obvious she was joking so I laughed and changed the subject. I noticed, however, that from that point on she replied in monosyllables. I thought that my asking her name had upset her, but I was wrong. Soon she started making jokes again and when I called her “Miss…” she completed my phra
se with the same name that she had given me before, and in the same witty manner. Perhaps her mind was focused on her partner, a tall dark-skinned lad, who didn’t seem much delighted to be dancing with the chubby girl he was matched with and whose gaze was constantly fixed on his girl.

  I just remembered another odd thing. Two days ago, when the rain stopped and we all went out for a walk in the woods, I noticed a great many men and women who were observing ants for hours, with no apparent reason! They said they enjoyed watching them live and work under the light of day. They had fixed their eyes on two massive lines of ants, one going to work and one coming from work, carrying their burdens. They were even commenting that when an ant wasn’t able to carry its load, it searched for three or four other ants and, touching their antennas, clamoured for help. Two days ago, they also started giggling at the sight of the first, fresh grapes of the year! And if you asked them: “Haven’t you ever seen that before in your life?” they considered you strange. But that’s how people are here; I’ve started becoming accustomed to them. They get excited about the simplest of things: the moon rising from behind the tree foliage, the bleats of the animals in a silent night, a cordial greeting.

  An image filled with natural beauty is not just an image to them; they don’t only see it, they feel it as a unit that vibrates with the sheer joy of creation. Their antenna is not vision, like ours; they truly “experience” what they see! Plus, the ability that their individual vehicles—the vigiozas and the linsens—give them to go anywhere they want fills them with joy. “Just think of a place and you can fly to it,” they say, and they literally mean it… They have their own way of not letting the “inebriation” of new experiences fade away.

  Even the changes of weather make a huge impression on them and become a topic of conversation. A phenomenon as simple as the change of seasons is a great source of happiness for them. And if you tell Stefan that the people of his era have rather lost their grip on reality, he won’t admit it. “It’s unbelievable,” he told me, “how much potential happiness is hidden in our inner world. You had no idea about it in your time, but just because we can’t grasp it doesn’t mean it is non-existent. The sensors of our souls have been dulled and are no longer adequate receivers. So all these things that you view as strange, who is to say that they are childish instead of divine?”

  Living among them long enough one begins to feel unwittingly influenced by their lifestyle. Personally I see it as a type of mental detox and consider it good for me. Stefan considers it necessary! Here they manage to maintain the adolescent state of mind for many years. They try to keep their early years and the mentality they had back then unadulterated and the Valley urges them to keep the eyes of their souls open until they’re old and grey if they can.

  1-XII Again

  (During the night)

  Today, Silvia told me that when she’s with me she doesn’t miss her family. Then she told me that she had always known that nobody can be happy when alone, without a loved one by their side whom they can love and cherish.

  She then added, “But if I hadn’t found you, I don’t know if I would ever be able to imagine how great a thing love ultimately is.” She also said that she wants to have my child, a child that would inherit my heart and my way of thinking and perceiving the world around us.

  What else could I ever ask for?

  Before I met her, such a creature with so many talents in soul and spirit and so much emotional wealth, existed only in my imagination. I remember thinking that the mere acknowledgement of the existence of such a person somewhere in the world would more than satisfy me. I didn’t dare to imagine anything more… That is her mere existence is the greatest moral and emotional rewards I’ve ever received. And this realisation is enough to make me happy; my life seems like torment no longer…

  2 to 3-XII

  (Very late at night)

  How many times has there not been talk about pain being the dominant essence of life and of the world? I believed it for a long time myself and I experienced it more deeply than anyone, and now that I’ve recovered and can see life clearly and live it more profoundly, I can’t recognise my new self!

  Don’t rush to argue thoughtlessly that the true essence of life is only pure and tangible in adolescence and that after that the psyche inevitably begins to become distorted in a way that it makes the old joy impossible to be found again, no matter how successfully you match your surroundings to the circumstances in your life. I have spent endless hours squirming in my armchair at night to no avail, every inch of my body awash with joy and anticipation for a million wonderful things to come, a joy and anticipation that persistently keep my eyes open and prevent every possible attempt for concentration and meditation.

  “O fate! The greatest of all people’s dreams are nothing compared to what you are capable of!” The awareness that these people are so much more enlightened than us fascinates me! A sense of gratitude makes my heart swell. I think about their certainty in the “multiplicity of life”, their faith in the “afterlife”, their thoughts on the successive existences of the same personality, their knowledge that the failing in consciousness is temporary and relatively rare and that long distances, and the time-space continuum in general, do not constitute barriers for the spirit, and finally, I think about their firm conviction in the eventual justification of the human soul and I am overwhelmed with such an enthusiasm as if I had seen all that with my own eyes!

  I also remember something else that Stefan had told me a while ago, in reference to the realities that are beyond human comprehension.

  “There is no way that our minds could understand what happens to us after the so-called “death”. It’s one of the facets of the Samith I talked to you about, inconceivable by human cognition and rationality. Don’t forget what Matjei Svanol said about some of the greatest and most sacred parts of the human psyche after he saw the Nibelvirch: “It was all lies, indeed. But who could have known what great Truth was concealed behind those ‘lies’…”

  The Aidersian tradition is, as I found out, cautious and does not go beyond the Roisvirch. It doesn’t state anything more apart from what the Oversyn had shown. However, many internal, personal experiences of people, taken from a wide range of circles, have shown that in the soul of the Troende there is a multitude of existences in superimposed layers. Sometimes they even speak of a corresponding multiplicity in modern and parallel lives—that surpasses human nature—until the Ego gains full consciousness, the sense of unity and the unbreakable continuation of individuality. One whole life dedicated to knowledge, one to emotional wealth, another one to great love experiences and a separate one for spiritual or artistic creation…

  “In you era,” Stefan told me, “you dreamt about and longed for eternity, even though a rainy afternoon was enough to make most of you feel bored and lonely.” Once again I noticed their condescending tone when talking about the era of “unilateral techno-culture and mechanistic life” in which people lived, the era of which I will be a part again if I ever return…

  Explaining it as best as I can, this is how they perceive the emotional attraction of the human spirit to the “infinite” and the “eternal”: as a matter of “space” or “duration” although it is something incomparably higher than that.

  I remembered Anna now… How much you went through! Can you hear me? Are you listening right now? All that we had imagined and dreamt of, my dear Anna, all that made our eyes water, they exist! They’re all real! It wasn’t our imagination! They all exist here, in real life!

  CITY LIFE IN WESTERN FRANCE: COMPARISON WITH THE 20TH CENTURY

  9-XII

  I savoured the fresh air of the mountain altitudes again, tonight, after this week’s getaway, off the coast of the ocean. A few days’ trip to the coast of our own western France, so different from the grand centres of production and the luxurious beaches of the South, is enough to give you a fleeting but typical image of the—now identical—states everywhere: successive, immense…
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  For a traveller coming from my time, the place is unrecognizable. The life of the harbours, the quaint images of the commercial and naval traffic, the typical local colour of this part of rural France, even the lagoon complex that used to prettify the place: they’re all gone! Even the climate has changed; it has become milder, sweeter and more… transparent, free from the humidity brought by the sea, more… Mediterranean if I might say. The old glorious “worldwide” language had now been replaced by the vernacular, which I now have almost learnt by listening to it at the villas and in Salerno, during my brief visit on our way to the cities of central Europe and the big capital of the North. Contrary to what I had noticed while in the outskirts of Salerno, here, no place names have been salvaged, not even the most historical ones.

  Only their fruitful vineyards are reminiscent of the old days. Across the country, however, there was no inch of land untended. Perhaps the population could become a matter of debate and one could argue that some places could afford more or fewer inhabitants, but that was it. They had transformed the swamps into huge garden cities. These once indifferent rural areas had now acquired the air and charm of a vast megacity and had turned out to be more striking than even old Paris! Now you don’t see misery next to beauty… You wouldn’t come across any works of art anywhere else except in places where they can be self-conserved. They can’t bear ugliness and decay, not even on the smallest scale. What I saw was a unique sense of beauty and uniformity generously scattered everywhere, as if it was artistically done by a rational spirit. That, of course, was a result of the current economic conditions and their incredible technological capabilities.