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

On the way back, I thought about the wall paintings of Fabius Sigra, these 9thcentury masterpieces. I remembered the golden letters on the wall, narrating the story of “The Little Match Girl”.

I wonder, all you great artists, you “prophets” of the past with the shining faces, do you know where all your inspiration was coming from? Or did you think your spirit was the source of everything? Did you believe you were making a better world from nothing? Yes, that’s what you thought; that’s what we all thought at the time.

THE SNOW WHITE SANCTUARY22-VII

The snow-white sanctuary with the walls made of synthetic ivory that I was told to visit was not far away from the Pantheon after all. I came here today believing that I would see the navel of the Valley, but there are neither temples nor statues here. They have maintained the place almost exactly as it was; they’ve respected the charm of the past. With the exception of the luminous clarity of the rose petals, fruit of the newly planted rosebushes that surround the area, the lined up banners of Rosernes Dal and the thousands of candles burning on the golden candlesticks, almost everything else has been kept exactly as it was on the day of the big event, in its old simplicity. It’s like time has stopped in the year 986, giving you the chance to feel the atmosphere of that era.

There are only a few pilgrims here at this time of day and the peace and quiet that prevails is priceless. One breathes an air of ecstasy, prayer and deep faith here, an air that purifies all surrounding things.

I can’t help thinking about the past, about Volky, or the way I have imagined Volky from the stories of Astrucci and Lain, and I’ve reached the conclusion that the greater the temporal and historical distance that separates us from this huge figure, the more we appreciate it and the more his preaching, the preaching of the “greatest hero in the history of human spirit”, illuminates all sides of the mental and spiritual lifestyle of our own humanity.

It’s been now over five hundred years that man has been following the way that he paved. Thousands of years after the creation of the concept of the exquisite panhuman love of Christ that shaped humanity, and the treasures of emotion that followed it, thanks to Volky, there came that much sought-after moment when the borders of the “existent world” finally opened to such an extent that even the most spiritual and open-minded men of the 20th century wouldn’t have dared to imagine.

That spiritual “revolution” was something incomparably greater than what religious faith had ever dared to preach even when it had hit its highest peak. It showed people the truly important things in life; it vindicated ideas and values that had unjustly been the subject of mockery for far too long and clarified the important role they played in the Great Reality even if we did not have an inkling about it. 24-VII

(Back in our villas late at night)

We flew back here directly from the Valley. My eyes couldn’t get enough of the marvellous views of the countryside. From up above I could discern some of my favourite places from last year’s travels. They brought back so many memories from our meetings with the group and from the first days of my love for Sylvia… Just like I used to every night ten months ago, I sat and gazed again tonight at the beauty of the distant countryside. It felt like yesterday… 25-VII

This is the house where Silvia grew up and the thought of her running around this house as a child moves me deeply. I feel like this environment somehow heightened my responsibility to make her happy—a feeling that has pervaded me over the past few months. 26-VII

(At dusk)

The form that our love has taken is now completely different. That first thrill and enthusiasm has now given its place to feelings of immense affection. When I’m with her, I completely forget about myself. Never in my life have I cared so much about someone else; a dear friend, a neighbour or a beloved person. I think that whatever I do in life, I could never stop being her faithful and devoted friend; I could never stop being “hers”, ready for any sacrifice if needed. I profoundly experience the pain and concerns of her parents, their anguish and their yearning for her happiness. I feel as if I have a heavy responsibility towards them, as if I had been chosen among thousands of others to make her happy…

BACK TO HIS HOMELAND30-VII

Home, sweet home! I flew back to you again! This time, my being here brings me neither sorrow nor regrets, like the last time I was here with Stefan, nine months ago. Today I arrived here all by myself, flying above the old familiar landscapes of my childhood.