Finally, all One.
During the last few hours, on the way to the Rotunda, Sacha saw hundreds of clerics, like ancient scribes busy at their computers, recording for posterity the great ecumenical event. Others were rereading the ancient scriptures to find infallible confirmation of the new era in the words of the ancients, in the words of God Himself.
They’ll find it, he thought. There is nothing you cannot find in the scriptures, if you try hard enough. Surely my work is done here. The rest is up to the Source that had inspired me to come here to start with. I have nothing more to do here.
Then why this inexplicable disquiet?
The New Believers had all gathered at the New Vatican, the Vatican of the New Millennium. The Triumvirate decided to start the calendar from year One. Anno Eccumenico Primiero. To be announced in all languages of the Earth. To all the faithful of all religions. Because they now all belonged to the First and only Ecumenical Union. Even if they hadn’t joined it yet. The Triune wielded such power that no one would dare to oppose them. So far, no one did. Except for one impostor who was giving them trouble. A small fry. But no one here believed in ghosts. This was no Hollywood.
Sacha watched them for a while. He’d scanned the matrix of time and saw their struggles to make one religion acceptable to all. No matter what the compromise, no matter what the ancient scriptures said. As of now, for these few, unity was the most important thing. After all, they all agreed there was only One God. And therefore there could only be one religion.
And unity meant Power. With a capital ‘P’.
And here they were. The infallible, the most reverent, three-in-one Holiness. Three––yet speaking with a single voice. One for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Ghost. Like in the old days.
“In nomine Partis et Filii et Spiritus Sancti... BEGONE!” the same frail voice commanded. The exhortation had been so successful in Los Angeles. This time nothing happened. Nothing at all.
“Are you addressing me? Sacha spoke directly to their minds. As in LA, they all heard him in their own language.
No one answered.
“I thought you didn’t like parlor tricks, father...” This only one man had heard. His Chief Prosecutor.
Another man got up to speak but Sacha moved one hand and the man fell back grabbing his throat.
“This is what it feels like after three days in the desert sun, my friend.”
Without moving his head, he scanned them all. Their minds hadn’t changed. The undergoing vibrations kept repeating a death wish. His death. His alone.
“I came to help you,” Sacha said quietly. This time he spoke in English. “You rejected me. I came to forgive you, and you still wish me badly. Then I shall leave you...”
Sacha felt the energy he’d confined to the periphery of his body seeping away. It was time to leave.
He rose to his feet. His body was glowing. The light grew until the round chamber was filled with a billion suns. When the light waned, he wasn’t there any more.
Over the last forty days, Sacha’s conscious construct of a physical body was gradually giving back its deficit to the reality he’d sustained with his attention. As he spoke in different parts of Europe, Americas and the Middle East, there had been reports of a rise in temperature of the room in which he’d appeared; some that witnessed his presence had suffered from temporary blindness. The radiation that seeped from him went far beyond the visible range. At last, the time came when he could no longer maintain this arbitrary contrivance that was his self-made tangible presence. The laws of physical reality demanded its dues.
Only the last remnants of his rarefied structure remained when he appeared in the midst of his oppressors. But those last remnants still obeyed the Einstenian formula defining the conversion of matter into energy. Even the last residues of the particles held by his will, had produced an immense amount of free energy, especially when released over a very short period of time. Absurdly, the final conversion took place in absolute silence.
Next morning the handsome guards, magnificently attired in their medieval Swiss regalia, found no one to bear witness to what had transpired in the Rotunda. The outer walls of the Rotunda were slightly blackened. All that was neither stone nor metal just wasn’t there. Those in adjoining rooms were in a state of shock, akin to a deep coma. They lived but lost their eyesight. The light had been so intense that it burned their irises through the eyelids. Strangely, the few who survived in areas adjacent to the Round Chamber have been the representatives of lesser religions, those not empowered to vote on the matters of the Triune. They were just the observers. They would observe no more. They became blind. Totally blind.
It has been written that you cannot see God and live. That the light emanating from God would convert your body to ashes. Sacha would have smiled, had he seen the Rotunda that morning. He always thought of himself as so very insignificant. And anyway, there were no ashes. It was as though no one had ever been there. Here and there, there were little hardened puddles of gold or some other metal on the floor. All else was gone. Vaporized? No one knew.
Sheep are said to be lost without one they could follow; with no one to show them the way. So far, they’d all been fairly good sheep or, at the very least, they were sheep. Now, as of that day, there was no one to show them the way. No shepherds. The churches, the synagogues, the temples grew even more empty. Deserted.
Even the clergymen were missing.
In the days that followed, some attempted to revive interest in religion by quoting the epistles of Paul to Thessalonians and Corinthians and the gospel of John, in which a great Rapture, they said, had been foretold. A Rapture in which Christ returns for His Church, and those that have been faithful would have been “caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air...” and taken bodily, intact, into heaven. They warned that soon, as prophesied by Zechariah and foretold in the Revelations of John the Divine, the Church will be in Heaven and during the next seven years the antichrist and the Jewish False Prophet would rise, and the world would plunge into Great Tribulation. Then, and only then the Millennium would begin, as prophesied by Isaiah. After a thousand years of Messiah’s Kingdom, they said, the Earth would be dissolved, even as the gold chains and crosses had been, reportedly, dissolved in the Rotunda.
But it didn’t work.
People no longer believed the fundamentalists’ interpretations of scriptures, and most preachers would not risk God’s wrath by preaching them. No one knew for sure what really happened in the Round Chamber. Would anyone ever really know?
People were worried. It was darkest just before dawn, they said. They were right.
The
Epilogue
"Man supposes that he directs his life and governs his actions, when his existence is irretrievably under the control of destiny."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
By now, you must have guessed. I, Alec Baldwin, Sacha’s father, put together this account of my own struggles, and then of my son’s short life on Earth. It’s hard to believe, that it had all began when I, at the age of thirteen, saw the Sandra’s reflection in my bedroom window. The rest, as they say, is history. The last part of my story is based, in part, directly on Sacha’s notes, but most of it comes from our meetings on Home Planet. Suzy helped a lot. While I remember the facts well enough, she supplied the emotional content. She knew my son’s heart better than I. Women always do.
Once again, the three of us met on the Home Planet. Sacha did smile when he heard from me what had happened.
Only there and then, at long last, Sacha finally and fully understood his real mission. He was never intended to unify the churches. He’d dreamed of unifying the people. Sacha came back in his ethereal body for the one final look at the Earth he’d inhabited and loved for almost twenty-six years. It seems that he was right. For the first time in human history people decided not to be sheep any more.
And don’t worry about Alicia and Deborah. They are happy
together. Maria still looks after them. I’m doing my best to teach them access to the Home Planet. And now it’s time to say, so long.
“Beam me up, Scotty,” Sacha said, his voice filled with laughter. He was on the way up—we would descend to Earth.
And if anyone had eyes that could see, they would witness a shimmering globule of light gently rising above the ground, hovering momentarily amongst the clouds, and then spin a little dance of pure joy.
Sacha was going home.
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Acknowledgments
I would be remiss were I not to thank Madeleine Witthoeft in particular, and my many friends in general, for their diligent editing and proofreading. As always my gratitude to my wife, Bozena Happach, who, having put up with being a grass widow for weeks on end, offered me her inimitable insights.
Sincerely,
Stan I.S. Law
A Word about the Author
An architect, sculptor and prolific writer was educated in Poland and England. Since 1965 he has resided in Canada. His special interests cover a broad spectrum of arts, sciences and philosophy. His fiction and non-fiction attest to his particular passion for the scope and the development of Human Potential. He authored more than twenty-five books, most of them novels and short stories.
Under his real name he published seven non-fiction books sharing his vision of reality. He also composed two collections of poems in his original native tongue in which he satirizes his view of the world while paying homage to Bozena Happach's sculptures. His poetry in English, as well as a number of articles and short stories, can be seen at Authors Den: http://www.authorsden.com/Stanislaw
Other novels on Amazon by Stan I.S. Law
ONE JUST MAN [Prequel to Elohim—Masters & Minions)
ELOHIM—Masters & Minions (Sequel to One Just Man]
WINSTON’S KINGDOM (Sequel to Elohim)
[One Just Man, Elohim and Winston’s Kingdom form the
WINSTON TRILOGY.]
THE PRINCESS
ALEC [Alexander Trilogy Book I]
ALEXANDER [Alexander Trilogy Book II]
SACHA—The Way Back [Alexander Trilogy Book III]
YESHUA—Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus
ENIGMA OF THE SECOND COMING
THE AVATAR SYNDROME
[Prequel to the Headless World—The Vatican Incident]
HEADLESS WORLD—The Vatican Incident
[Sequel to The Avatar Syndrome]
THE GATE—Things My Mother Told Me
NOW—BEING & BECOMING
GIFT OF GAMMAN
THE WALL
Short stories [eBooks]
THE JEWEL AND OTHER STORIES
THE CATS & DOGS SERIES
SCI-FI Series
Non-fiction eBooks
by Stanislaw Kapuscinski
VISUALIZATION—Creating Your Own Universe
KEY TO IMMORTALITY—Commentary on the Gospel of Thomas
BEYOND RELIGION Volume I,
BEYOND RELIGION Volume II
BEYOND RELIGION Volume III
[3 Collections of Essays on Perception of Reality]
DICTIONARY OF BIBLICAL SYMBOLISM
DELUSIONS —Pragmatic Realism
Poetry in Polish
KILKA SŁÓW I TROCHĘ GLINY
WIĘCEJ SŁÓW I WIĘCEJ GLINY
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