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

“Valmandel’s not too far from here,” said Stefan. However, we were still inside the Pantheon and we needed to go to the Blue Roses, in Latharmi. That’s where Jesus, Volky, Larsen, Domenicus Albani—the “Plato of the Nojere”—and Axel Jenefelt—a leading thinker of their 9th century—were located.

We only saw them from afar. I noticed that in this part of the city the statues were more thinly scattered as if the great men that they depicted were entitled to more space! We didn’t get up close to them because dozens of Ilectors, priestesses and other VIPs were paying homage, most of them kneeling in prayer at the pedestals of the statues. In fact, at the pedestal of the statue of Valmandel I saw a couple of Tilteys

lying down, dreaming with their eyes open! Stefan didn’t want to go near them. He said that we had to wait for them to finish their meditation and prayer first, but we didn’t have enough time, so we left.

I couldn’t possibly describe the atmosphere that prevailed in the flowery streets of Lagrela. I couldn’t possibly put down on this lifeless paper the feelings that I experienced there, in the navel of the Pantheon, breathing that air of deep piety. It was completely different from any other part of the Valley that I’ve been to. I felt something more when I was there: I felt the faith!

I saw some “guides”, dressed in grey uniforms and bearing the insignia of their class, whose job was to lead some groups of foreign pilgrims. They passed by us. What reverence and solemnity! I could barely withhold my tears…

When I heard Stefan saying that we were heading to the Blue Roses in Latharmi, I was expecting to see something like the pastel-coloured rosebushes that I’ve come across so many times and in so many places up to now. But upon arrival there, I was stunned to find evergreen rosebushes, different from the rest I’ve seen, almost equal in size with small pine trees! But what leaves you truly speechless is the incredible colour of their rose petals. This wasn’t just a colour; it was light! It looked as if the petals were a canvas of an artist, a mirror reflected the colour of the sky, an image of incredible clarity!

We walked past “The Seats of the Ilectors”. There was only one Ilector there now, but he wasn’t sitting; he was standing, his eyes fixed on the horizon. We went closer, as close as we could. They say that the greatest Ilectors

were once here, taking up these seats, those who once found the inner strength to speak their minds “each in their own era and in their own language”, those who spoke out more clearly than others, who centuries before the first Nibelvirches, had been trying to prepare the people for what was coming. They were said to be half-human and half-celestial creatures, supernatural spirits that had been humanised in the environment of our world. They perpetually startled mankind, and they still do. They cause many conflicts in their time. They all took spirituality to another level…How exactly? Nobody ever knew; perhaps not even them…

“For as long as we remain humans, we are not entitled to know either our origin or our destination,” said Stefan without looking at me. “Death is not true oblivion; life is! Life, which limits our cognition, speech and understanding, life which limits us to our senses… So-called death is a redemptive light ...” he added. And he honestly believed it.

As we moved away from the statue of Christ in the direction of Labejona and fatherland of Alexis Volky, I saw, coming from the opposite direction, processions of hundreds of very tall and robust adolescent boys and girls, all from the nearby vilenthens

, symmetrically lined up in octads. I commented to Stefan on their height and he smiled and said that it’s normal after two thousand years of evolution to be a few inches taller…

The small white candles that many of the children were holding in their right hand illuminated the dark. Nearby, I saw several rows of yellowish canisters full of blue and white rose petals, also inexplicably sparkling and shiny. Thereby, I had the opportunity to see for the first time, another miracle of the present times: without the use of phosphorus or any similar material, as Stefan assured me, current technology is able to make a few species of the plant world and the kingdom of the flowers now seem self-luminous and even shine brighter than they do in daylight.

Suddenly, out of the absolute silence, hymns started sounding. Their melodies are divine and, although distinct, they are somewhat similar to ecclesiastical music. Later, the hymns started alternating with invocations, and I had the pleasure of hearing quite a few phrases of our own times. Among them, the ancient Latin “Gloria in excelsis Deo” and the incredibly touching “Miserere”.