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

Nowadays the entire holy place is unfenced. I saw it in the Swage. A simple string of white marble, sculpted into small rectangular rings, shields it from careless missteps. Even a child could jump over it if one wanted to. But no one crosses. They all go round it anti-clockwise, starting from the cluster of the small cedar trees. Passing through there, one finds oneself in a large, stark white courtyard —or at least so it seems on the Reigen-Swage— with a few columns and walls which, up to a certain height, seem to be made of ivory. In the background, very close to the ancient white wall, beneath the dome with the Novotronium by Nikorski, you can see the seven holy lights and the banners fluttering in the azure light. The entire sanctuary is paved with a single pure white, marble-like slab and the surrounding area is covered with the famous light blue rosebushes, just like in the Pantheon.

Now I’m seeing the same place again, but the way it used to look. It’s identical! I saw the white-bearded Alexis Volky dressed in the white robe standing tall—as the septuagenarian elder has always been under— the stars as he experienced his majestic, god-like Great Moment.

How many times had Jaeger and Stefan talked to me about this place and with how much emotion! I clearly see Volky’s student Mary-Lea sitting on the stairs at the feet of the great Master, hurt, and now destined for the Beyond, away from the ugliness of this life. You can see her crying with joy. She doesn’t hide her face; she keeps her head up instead, as if in the midst of ecstasy and inspiration.

You see the old man standing upright and motionless, with his head up, staring at the vast state. It looks like a white vision. The ecstasy, the awe and the “holy horror” of the first moments are engraved on his face and have left a trace of light, a glow beyond description on it. He is no longer trembling and you can clearly see how he is now, a master of his own emotion. He knows there is no reason to boast; it just happened that out of all people, he proved to be the most prepared. That’s all… He’s just another one of us, with the exception that he was able to withstand this “sudden stroke of light”, because for him it wasn’t so sudden. The “exquisite divine spark” had hit on real rock this time!

Always upright and stiff, he looks towards the horizon while a tear rolls down his pale, ascetic face. I wonder what he’s thinking… Is he seeing the dawn of the new spiritual day down there on the horizon? Or is he thinking about the past and pondering the incredible outcome of the history of mankind?

You see, he had spent his whole life in the Aidersen Institute since he was a young child. He had had made the dreams of his ancestors and Chillerin’s promise his own, and he cared for them deeply…

THE STORY OF MARY-LEA: A MODERN SAINT7-VI

A few days later he gave his name to Mary-Lea—adopting her posthumously—a long tradition in the Valley among beloved teachers and students who happened to lose their lives prematurely and then attended her funeral in the Aidersen, among the crowds of wise men and the thousands upon thousands of other people, standing strong and proud, without shedding a single tear.

That day was an apotheosis for Mary-Lea, as thereafter she would be remembered in the Aidersian tradition as one of the most popular figures of modern spiritual culture. Her funeral pyre was surrounded by thousands of flowers from all around the world, and thousands of people, all dressed in white, knelt around the ashes of that noble Troendin, whose soul couldn’t bear the “breaking of the bonds” and the “nostalgia of the heavenly homeland”.

On the 7th and 8th of September, the last two days of her life, after having escaped from the Valley, she wandered in remote lands, somewhat mentally unstable and unable to master her thoughts. The last people that she encountered were left with the impression that she was possessed by obsessive thoughts.

Two gardeners in Doriani said that on the morning of the 8th, a beautiful blond girl with deep blue eyes dressed in a long white dress had stopped them and asked them the way to the sea and actually explained to them that she was heading to the seaside, bringing very good news to a young lad who had been waiting there for a response, patiently, for thousands of years… In fact, she even repeated the same phrase in ancient German: “Er wartet auf ein Antwort”, which means, “He’s waiting for an answer”.