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

But Eugene would have married her even if his father had disapproved; he loved her very much indeed. She was his invaluable assistant at work and his life companion; he was very happy. Unfortunately his librarian father, and grandfather of Alexis Volky, didn’t live long enough to witness the miracle of life when she gave birth to his grandson, Alexis Volky, on the third floor of this very house with the bright rooms and open view, the second month of 911, a year after the marriage.

Now the young unges show to the visitors what’s left of this place, the place where this omniscient man, the promoter of direct knowledge, had spent his childhood. And the venerable old and wise man, Viktor Gorman, is there to welcome you whenever he’s got time.

In order to step on the well-preserved wooden floors they give you some cloth shoes to wear. The general atmosphere of silence in the inside of the house makes you want to lower your voice. Stefan hasn’t uttered a word since we entered and the unges began to talk to us about the few things that are in the house and Alexis Volky’s personal belongings.

Here in the Valley you will encounter many famous names that date back to the 6th century and have a long tradition in meditation and inner life cultivation, hence the dynasties of the Chillerins, the Volkies, the Royalsens, the Borges and many others that have passed through the Aidersen Institute. They could probably be paralleled to our own Curie and Strauss dynasties of the 19th and early 20th century.

But apart from the power of heredity, it has been historically recorded that many of the great men and women that have left their mark on our earth have also had exceptional upbringing by their mothers. And it seems as if Inga Keiry-Volky was a very loving, dedicated, selfless and overall wonderful mother to her son for more than twenty years. When the “exquisite mission” of raising a son was finally completed, Inga saw a very different person when she looked in the mirror, but she did nothing but smile in the face of the law of physical decay…

However, the contribution of education, heredity and family tradition was less significant than the inherent values of young Alexis. The boy was born with mental and spiritual gifts and a big, sensitive heart. Just as Mozart was born with the divine gift of harmony, Alexis had an inherent and profound sensitivity and great affection toward people, which he was said to have acquired in some sort of “pre-existence”.

At school, that child with the high forehead and the black, soulful eyes always knew a bit more than what was taught in each class. At the age of eight or nine, as he was later told, he had his little moments of rebellion against the unfairness of life, meaning the injustice of human destiny and not that of everyday social life though he hadn’t even been slightly touched by this “unfair destiny”. His heart was full of compassion. He was meant for many and great things, but happiness was not one of them.

There were moments when Inga fought against this oversensitivity and urged him to come back down to earth and stop agonising over other people’s problems. His caring mother thought that her child’s candle would eventually burn out if he kept making “the holy suffering of the people” his own.

But everything went well and he turned out just fine. According to his biographers, at the age of sixteen, Alexis had a somewhat strong leaning towards solitude, but at the same time he was also joyful and enthusiastic about life and the world. He loved nature and he used to take long walks around the Valley. The change of seasons alone was enough to fill him with incredible joy.

Throughout his adolescence, Alexis used to choose his extracurricular books by himself. He was inclined towards spiritual communication; he was seeking some sort of “companionship” with the spiritual treasures of the past that had preceded him and thus escaped him. Those wise men “spoke” to him, but the adolescent weighed their words very carefully; he didn’t agree with everything they had to say…

In 927, shortly before noon on New Year’s Eve, while Alexis was taking a walk with his father Eugene among the orange trees, and they were reviewing their year, the young man said, among other things, that he believed in a “possible identification of the path of knowledge and the path of love” and he talked about “a point where they converge, a point lost in the abstraction of nature and creation, something that the human mind cannot grasp.” The proud father listened with rapture and a secret anticipation arose in him…

In his twenties, young Alexis was thinner and his face was full of light. In physical terms, he looked somewhat like Chopin, judging from some photographs of the era. He was undergoing some health problems at the time and his mother worried again. She couldn’t shake the idea that her son might not be meant to live a long life, and that idea overwhelmed her.