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

To the west, temple-palaces devoted to Justice, Freedom and Culture and Virtue and Humanism and beside them the monument by Igor Bodurof that will forever recount the sacrifice of the twenty million people that took part in the unsuccessful attempt to colonise Mars. And here’s the invisible and intangible temple of God! You seriously cannot see anything! It is a place of religious trance and concentration, for the Lorffes alone, which only takes form if you are in it!

I also saw the temple of the Unsung Martyrs by Dean Kersteen made of synthetic ivory! Oh, I had read so much about him in the books that I was given! He was one of those who, back in the dark ages, had “inadvertently prophesised” what was coming. Most of the temples were built in the first two centuries of the Nojere, but their meanings were interpreted considerably differently after the Oversyn was obtained.

When in the 8th and 9th century the now famous, prophetic words of Bramsen and later of Nyttenmat were heard, it was as if the Aidersen also knew, deep down inside: “Everything that excels will necessarily defeat everything that doesn’t; the superior spirit and truth will prevail, sooner or later.” Or “It is the law of nature and creation that thousands of planets inhibited by living, thinking beings meet their ‘great destiny’. Some already have.” As for our little earth, they said: “Don’t let insufficient time intervals cloud your judgment; if you want to make comparisons, choose a bygone era. For example, compare our times to the Stone Age.”

The great elders, predecessors and precursors of Chillerin, the wise ones who waited for death to open up new horizons of superhuman knowledge and mental development, never, not for a second, believed that they would ever just cease to exist. As if they knew…

I’ve concluded, therefore, that virtue is eventually rewarded, that a moral compass is a prerequisite for bliss, that consciousness is ultimately the “God within us”! Even philosophy was vindicated when it highlighted the ideal of moral personality in a cruel world. And in that temporary, marginal and transient world, within a context of finite human fate, people had spoken of “the eternal” and “the indestructible”, and had conceived infinity as a notion.

For me, even Wagner, who in his opera Parsifal

presented the idea that purity can defeat all temptations and achieve redemption, was vindicated.

I’ve been sitting here all night trying to make out all the temples that are scattered throughout the Valley of the Roses, with my eyes glued either to one of the many powerful telescopes that they have here on the gestel’s balcony or to the night vision binoculars that Stefan gave me.

It’s after two a.m. It’s been hours since my companions went to bed and I’m still roaming uncontrollably on the terrace, amid an ecstasy of the senses, not even thinking about fatigue, not even having the need to let my feeble body sink into my armchair.

A thousand things that I’ve seen on the Reigen-Swage and the map of the Rosernes Dal pop into my mind and I want to find as many of them as I can. I even managed to discern a few dozen statues and monuments, out of the millions that are erected outside the temples. Names, dates and all sorts of artworks and significant achievements are spinning inside my head.

If Stefan were here right now, I would ask him, “What is the deeper meaning of the Valley? Is it true that nothing is ever really lost?”

Myriads of personal memories and thoughts are flooding my mind and soul.

The magical diffused light fades away and the light of the new day takes its place in the crystal clear blue sky. It’s the twelfth today. I didn’t think I’d make it here. I didn’t think I’d get the chance to see the Valley with my own eyes; but I did, and now I want to see everything!

“Did you stay here all night long?” asked Stefan, suddenly breaking the silence. He was up very early, around ten past six, right on time for the sunrise. The girls were still asleep. He looked a bit worried about the fact that I hadn’t lain in my armchair at all, but I calmed him down saying that I was feeling very refreshed and revitalised.

“I don’t think anyone slept last night,” he said. “But at least we lay down for a few hours.” Hilda didn’t get a wink of sleep all night. Her heart was beating like crazy and at three a.m. she got up and took a pill to calm her down. She was overexcited, much like a child that can’t wait for the dawn of Christmas Day… You see, here no one wants to leave this life without having seen the Rosernes Dal at least once.”

Stefan spoke to me about the universal capital with the usual, for the times, pride that stems from pure excitement, love and experiences of their childhood.