About a certain return

Part 12

– Only one lightening, shouted a man with an old billy goat face! This is the Sign.

– What are you saying, old full! You never understood, your chattering is based on stupidity. It's Gramon, the yellow lightening. He strikes the whole world. His power has no match...

The chap that uttered these words turned towards me. I saw his angular face with beard that grew in sheaves; that patched mug with unequal eyes and a split lip were knows to me. He was squeezing a handle shaped as a man with his arms stretched ... We looked in each other's eyes for one moment and his hand went deadly down.

The death occurred on 4thcancer 697at 15hours and 22 minutes, caused by a shock, followed by a massive bleeding. The wounded was in a state of clinical death. The pulse couldn't be felt. His heart wasn't working any more. Breathing was absent. The pupils were dilated at the maximum. One hour after the process of returning to life began, the first signs of consciousness recovering had occurred... At 11 pm. the general state of the wounded was severe. He was asleep. When he was called, he shuddered and easily wakes up from his sleep. He asked for water. He mourned he cannot see anything. The next day, the resuscitated sight was re-established...

Look what the "resurrected" one told:

– I've been as under a narcotic; I didn't realize when I died. This means... I died?

I was set on my back, swinging and carried; I tried to stand up... I have been tied up to a portable bed. Two chaps covered in mantels were carrying me slowly, keeping step, through a noisy crowd, stiflingly close. A rumor was coming down as a water fall, growing stronger and getting closer... "Was it a religious procession?" No, it's not true that those priests, or whatever they were, fanatic servants of a god, didn't use their voices. As opposite to a god, man is an animal, an inferior being, a mongrel. "You mortals, prosternate yourselves! You are the witnesses of Great Gramon, conjure him up, to join us tonight, Night of Resurrection Mystery! ..."

– Master of the Truth and Justice, help us go through the Night of Disasters, amidst the darkness... The Night in which the years will be counted and the months, days and hours discounted, when you'll be resuscitated, oh Gramon, and your ever straight back bone, axis of the universe.

I have been passed under several tunnel fronts, and eventually got out on the city's alleys. There were countless people participating at the procession, looking at me with happiness.

On the sides the adepts of the Reincarnation were slowly walking, with small steps. And what they were saying made no sense: "...He sits before you and meditates eternally to the Absolute. Set down your Word of Power, Mule of Immortality, Prince of the Beautiful White –Yellowish Light, Son of ThreeDan. Teach us to use the Divine Vocabulary and become immortals..."

Each time they went round an obstacle or passed under a vault, they greeted with exaggerated concern the pillars, the vault, the gate's warder: "We salute you Straight Pillar of The Emerald Gate Collar! We are the Brothers of the Yellowish-White Order of the Truth Faith! Your magical name is only by us understood "The backbone of the Made-of –Stone Gorus, the cap still of the Universe's Vault" or "We salute you, left Pillar of the Gate... We are... Your magical name is Albrus."

"Today the Spirit and Our Lord will resurrect. He is The One that saw The Truth and went beyond doubt, He is without uncertainty. And therefore, with a right wisdom He sees the things the way they are. He didn't cover men's eyes but ordered them to see, but is there anyone that can assert: This is the Truth and not another?"

Such nonsense mumbled the ugly ones that offered me the trip at a cost I wasn't yet estimating. Therefore...I was lying down on a leather stretcher held by two wood bars and looked at everybody's lock-up ceiling slowly unrolling, I could see the pilgrims arrived in the Lost Way Square, I could hear the prophets and I was wondering how will all this end. A continuous roaring interrupted by shouting was penetrating the space from one side to the other, a disquieting roaring forecasting the worse.