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

In a book I was reading by their Jonas Geerlud it that said that in a true Lipvirch, which was, however, one-sided and remained unrequited to the end, the person one should pity was not the one aching in loneliness, but the other person who was never able to reach that level of almost metaphysical pain. “Because the former stands higher and sees unique things that the latter will never lay eyes on.”

Another writer, Alex Rogen, writes that deep down inside nothing is ever lost. Appearances shouldn’t lead to wrong conclusions: “Everything you have ever dreamt of and everything you have cried over is stored for you and will not be forgotten, you kind old souls…”, he writes, alluding to the imperishable of the Source and the beatific Volkic preaching of the universality of the Samith that contains everything…

Everybody here says that “the past is not as past as it seems…” reminding me of my own destiny. “What you

used to call happiness only exists in our dreams,” Stefan told me. “We didn’t come to this world in order to find tangible happiness, something that is impossible, but in order to grasp the true meaning of it and find out what its source is in order to be able to recognise it when we see it!”

At this point he recited the words of one of their poets: “For why else were we born, why else do we live, except to see our own lives go to waste?” What he meant by this was that the noble thirst of their souls that never ceased throughout their lives was the painful evidence of the superiority of this advanced species that never tires of looking for the Samith in all its mundane forms (art, religion, metaphysical concerns, self-sacrifice and so on) and never gives up or becomes frustrated by the obstacles and disappointment on the way…

“So, if, let’s say, Hilda found someone new that made her feel more complete. Wouldn’t that bother you?” I asked Stefan.

“It would definitely not be pleasant, but it’s not like I could stop her. But deep love is a fiery, internal process that makes us better. In the beginning of our relationship I suffered a great deal of pain myself; that sparkle I saw in her eyes the first times she spoke to me and which I hadn’t seen for a long time, I saw it while she spoke to someone else. I prepared myself for the worst, but nothing happened. It was something completely transient. But I was more concerned about whether she would be happy wherever she went and whether that person could really complete her as a person than I was about her leaving me. A friend of mine forgave her companion when he confessed his infidelity, just because she remembered how happy he looked during those days and how happy it made her, as well, to see him happy. In fact, during those days, she had told him: “Whatever it is that gives you so much strength, joy and creativity can be nothing but good.”

So here’s another manifestation of the Troende, the Volkic person of today, the shareholder of the new wisdom, the not-so-stable and not completely normal in our own eyes…

Now, as far as our concept of marriage is concerned, they have kept the part of the affection, the interest in the other person, the loyalty, the reciprocity and the altruism and have integrated them into today’s life. But the part that they don’t understand is the element of the abrupt and premature internal aging that came with marriage in our time. They believe that society pushed people towards early marriage, depriving them of the opportunity to live their own lives first, to experience spiritual and other types of joy along the way. Social and political expediency demanded this sacrifice.

I told him the struggle for survival showed us from the beginning how difficult life was going to be and so it was easier to adapt by yielding to the routine of having a permanent partner. We had to share all those troubles and concerns with someone…

“Fortunately this abrupt and unnatural sterilisation didn’t unconsciously give birth to true hatred for your partner,” he replied.

What can I say? In any case, these people manage to stay young at heart forever, combining family happiness and its entirely human nature on the one hand, and on the other, the new enthusiasms and the pure spiritual joy of divine origin. I have no idea how they do it…

SOUTHERN EUROPELoikito, 30-XI

The Pyrenees welcomed us with three-day, non-stop rain and massive canyons filled with fir trees that leaped out of the fog. Two days ago, though, the sun reappeared and it looks like it’s here to stay. The lifestyle here is quiet, peaceful and relaxed, quite similar to the one that we came across half a month ago around Bignasco and the beaches of Salerno. But this place is much more crowded; every evening, at dinner time, it’s impossible to find a free table at the restaurants. The partners with the silken, snow-white robes work all day long—the opposite, that is, of what we saw in Bignasco. 1-XII