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

The Brigitte Enemark by Virmpach bore no expression of affection or tenderness on her face, as one would expect. She has depicted her as a hardy, robust working-class woman, powerful, decisive and determined. In her hands she’s holding a little boy, who looks either sick or exhausted from all the endless walking. One by one the kilometres that she has walked in exhaustion for the sake of her child are engraved on her forehead. The signs of anxiety and insomnia are obvious around her eyes. But you can see the maternal instinct prevailing; she’s always willing to sacrifice herself for her child, after she has surpassed all limits of human endurance.

“So no, the Great Reality isn’t based on the ancient instincts that have evolved through time,” said Stefan. “It is not a human invention. It is that divine element that lies beyond the realm of reason, the element that philosophy, art and undogmatic religion have been stressing for thousands of years now. But we were too blind to see it. We should have seen it before the Nibelvirch. Even the people of your time could have and should have become aware its existence.

On our way back I asked him if the Christian faith and the Volkic direct knowledge were almost the same thing, because the similarities were many.

“Deep down they both preach and aim for the same thing, with the exception that the former is a faith in religion while the latter is a faith in knowledge,” Stefan explained, “and religion became extremely dogmatic and anthropomorphic, striving to solve all problems and answer all questions with human means and in human terms, thus disproving its divine nature. Religion lost touch with reality and strayed from its original purpose. It gave the right to any random materialist to claim that scientific research was disproving religion and God as a concept more and more every day. The religious feeling is now on the rise because it was rid itself of its dogmatism, of the Holy Synods and the Holy Scriptures. The current scientific understanding of the world is far from materialistic.”

THE TEMPLE OF THE UNSUNG MARTYRS AND THE GREAT PILGRIMAGE

20-VII

Yesterday we dedicated the entire day to visiting the Temple of the Unsung Martyrs. All four of us went there twice; the first time early in the morning and then again at night. It is located on the western side of the Valley, eighty kilometres away from our gestel. We arrived there in four minutes of course, thanks to their air transport. I had read a great deal about yesterday's holy day and seen some bits of this grand procession this autumn on the Swage

. This procession takes place here and around the Valley in the vast gardens of Terringa once a year with the participation of millions of pilgrims from around the world. Experiencing all this was one of my greatest desires. To walk in the gold-paved square, to see Kersteen’s masterpiece and the evening procession from above, through the huge openings of the towering roof, had always been a dream of mine that finally came true! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes my imagination could have never conceived such a spectacle! Over the last six hundred years, the Lorffes had achieved a degree of organisation, grandeur and wealth, both material and spiritual, which was unimaginable in ancient times.

Once again, the girls were sitting by themselves in the dining room in silence, watching pictures and videos from last night. Stefan approached me with the hint of a smile. “So what did you think of last night?” he asked me, now smiling broadly. I didn’t know what to tell him and so I avoided his gaze. Had everything I saw last night been for real? I had heard the words “rivers of gold and light” being used to describe last night’s event, but I had never dreamt of such grandeur; millions of people, countless lit white candles, such incredible organisation, no fuss, no noise, not even the slightest whispering. And now I had Stefan, who was of course anticipating my surprise, standing in front of me with this grin of satisfaction, asking me what I thought of last night! What do you answer to that?

SYMPTOMS OF AGORAPHOBIA AT THE GOLD TEMPLE

This morning, at the beginning of the pilgrimage, I had clear symptoms of agoraphobia again, like I had in Blomsterfor last month, in the Toeplitz 1812 square. It happened when Silvia suggested we crossed the Golden Square. Little Lasia, the second unge that was sent by Jaeger, hadn’t left our side all these days. Many times she’d sit and tell me stories about the Valley in great detail when Stefan didn’t have time to do so. We wanted to go see Davis’ statue Christ with the Children, which was on the opposite side and, truth be told, I would have preferred to get there by going around the square instead of through it, but Stefan stood by me and held my arm to help me manage.