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

I talked to her about some of our great names, such as Goethe and Pasteur, and found out that she knew them very well. Then we wondered what the great creators must have felt while creating. This subject brought to mind the painter Nichefelt, the Lorffe we had seen a few days ago. They told me that, as a child, feeling the sacred flame within him, he had mythologised and idealised all the great personalities of the famous artists of the past generations. His dream was to be like them one day and the happiest day of his youth was when he was accepted as their student. If someone could have shown him back then the position he would hold thirty years later, he wouldn’t have been able to bear such boundless happiness. For years he couldn’t escape the feeling that his works were mediocre, no matter how much others admired them because they didn’t meet his own expectations and couldn’t quench the thirst of his heart. But there came the day, after working for decades, when he finally reached his much-coveted dream. Then, the already mature man, burst into tears in front of his finished composition. That work of art brought him recognition and endless praise from “the Palace Boulevard”. The new Lorffe was then offered the same position that his teachers once held in the Valley of the Roses, but at a much younger age than them.

It was obvious by the way she talked about them that Silvia worshipped these truly great men. And as for Nichefelt, she strongly believes that he owes his incredible artistic creation to the thirst and longing for the Samith. She claims that if that longing did not exist, he never would have reached the point of artistic greatness that he reached. Everything seems to be connected to the Samith. I don’t completely understand it yet. It looks as if it were their God, but then again it isn’t. It seems to be the “source of everything”.

“I wonder,” I commented, “when he walked through the Palace Boulevard and saw your Sacred Arch, did he find the salvation he had been seeking for thirty years? Or perhaps not?”

“Of course not,” she replied. “What he wanted to touch was untouchable… But he did enjoy it whole-heartedly.”

“Nowadays, the prevailing view is that you should authentically rejoice and celebrate the spiritual happiness that this era has to offer, for it is a gift! People need to think about how many challenges the world has faced and how many obstacles and dreadful dangers it has overcome. They no longer believe that it is temporal distance that embellishes things, persons and situations and what makes difficulties and problems fade away and be forgotten. They don’t believe in psycho-physiological interpretations in general or, to be more accurate, they consider them very superficial; even shallow. They say that the ‘Nibelvirch’ was what gave them the true, deeper explanation. Through the acquisition of ‘direct knowledge’, they saw the

Samith and, therefore, the Truth. They clearly saw that that light didn’t belong to this world…”

She talks to me, thinking I understand everything completely, not knowing my true situation; and this confuses me even more. Sometimes I am truly myself and other times I impersonate Northam; for how much longer?

“Silvia, have you ever thought that I might disappoint you? That I might never completely recover, never remember and never regain my old self?”

“You know better than I do that I didn’t love the old Northam,” she said with a smile. “As for your research and your papers, they mean nothing compared to the person with this enormous heart that I have now here, in front of me!”

These words of hers had nothing to do with the words of hope and encouragement of the early days when she kept asking Stefan why I didn’t try harder. I remember when, one day, Stefan caught her crying alone, following a discussion they had on whether or not it would be beneficial for me to go to Markfor for a course given by the very simple and understandable Astrucci, former student of one of their great educators, Gunnar Bjerlin, and continuer of his work in their educational institute. I think it’s something akin to the special schools of our era, for people with mental retardation, something very demeaning for the old Northam. Stefan told me to go see what was wrong with her and, when I found her still crying, I clasped her hands, kissed her and told her, “I won’t go if you don’t want me to… I just don’t want to see you cry… I can’t bear it.”