About a certain return

Part 13

– Welcome back, said the Father, welcome back, with such a joy in his voice as if he had regained his favorite toy! How are you?

– Bad.

Rather bad, of course, my intelligence left me. It flew out from my head. But I felt carried away, as dizziness, by the joy...! The Priest laughed saying:

– Ha-ha-ha! It's wonderful to be happy now as you are about to live the supreme experience. This is the magical place: The Furnace. The Dreams' Temple...

– The Temple...

– It's our temple and yours, is the Furnace...

The Furnace! What on earth was that Furnace? It seemed someone was playing with the light. Even the Priest seemed to be fading. A lightening entity! I couldn't even hear him anymore...And then a chap dressed in black clothes came to me.

– Who recommended him?

– Precisely you, Master, whispered the one named the Bull. He is the Messenger...

– Of course! Silence, please!

And he asked me a question:

– Are you determined to give up your rights as a free spirit with the aim of join Lord Gramon's Order?

I believed I've heard this before... And again I realized I cannot speak! Yet I had been speaking with the Priest: "The Furnace, The Dreams' Temple..."

– I am determined.

– My handsome gentlemen brothers, you can clearly see that the majority is in favour to include Marcel in the brotherhood. He succeeded in all his difficult tests. If among you there is someone who knows about something within him which might prevent him from becoming a real brother, please speak up; as it is better to be said prior he comes before us. Brother, do you ask to join us?

Who was behind him?

– Yes, Great Master.

– Brother, are you ready to suffer for Lord Gramon? Is this a good decision? Do you want to harbor his spirit from now on and to the end of your days?

– Yes, Master of Justice. With all my heart.

– The rule of immemorial age of The Ancient Faith's Book recommends not dealing with the traitors, to protect the week and to avoid all haughtiness, to remain chaste in body and spirit, to sacrifice yourself for the Cause. Every recruit, at a certain point of his creed's beginning, represents in a figurative way, that rock from which the Brotherhood hopes to see sprouting a superstructure perfect in all its aspects and praiseworthy for its builders. Knee down! Your name is...

The temple that remained for ever unfinished due to the disaster...

– Today our Lord will be born again due to your spiritual sacrifice...

"This madness is running through my head!" I crossed the spaces in a magic initiation as if I was in different places but in the same time. And then Father Orian grabbed me by the hand looking at me paternal, like an aged man. I heard the wizard of the cave...! He started to grumble a song of praise:

We, the ones that represent the ironsmiths in this mystery

And sing the holy hymn

To the life giving Maternity,

Set down now all the worries of the world,

To welcome the King of all things,

Invisibly escorted by the royal armies.

Oh! Great Dan that rest in the sanctuary

Sang by Your people voice,

Glorified by the Holy Spirits,

Worshiped by the elements' Powers!

You that brought out form the nothingness all that a being needs,

That created the humans

And adorn them with the gifts of you kindness...

We can find ourselves in those most happy Powers, Master,

Men's friend,

We claim and say;

You are Supreme, You are Perfect,

You, Your Sons, The Apprentices and our Mother Dea.

We are thanking You for this oblation

That you allow to be received from our hands;

Even if you have to serve you

Countless spirits, with wings and lot of eyes,

That can cross the earth and the heights, singing and cheering,

Uttering the triumphal hymn and saying:

And...! All those present started to hop up, swiftly repeating a burden at least peculiar, in no connection with the world they were all in:

Supreme, Perfect and Holy, three times Dan

The world is singing: Glory to Him.

Blessed be the one who comes in Lord Dan's name!

Blessed to be! Glory to him!

And they suddenly quiet to hear new words of wisdom uttered by the "old man" with his jammed voice so that was scraping my brains!

I will not make an oath on the Resurrection Day as I have no doubts it will come.

But Is Lord Dan powerful enough to raise the red embryos from the dead?

How can you doubt it? Those of you who do not believe it, should leave now as later it won't be easy for them. Your mistrust will today be tumble down.

When will the Resurrection Day come?

When all the heavenly bodies will be united. Soon the men will shout: Where can I find a shelter?

In that moment the Truth's Eye will be bewildered.

Is Lord Dan powerful enough to resurrect the dead?

How can you doubt it?

Moreover, He will shake the Earth with one single strike...

The old man stood on a stand and he got down from there walking towards me. He was walking with difficulty, helped by his walking stick...

"Son, I am the Master of Justice and I can read your mind."

"What can I say? I'm very pleased my mind is an open book for you!"

"You have been chosen to be the Messenger who will bring the news of the Resurrection. I can tell you that none of us has deliberated this choice and that it is a decision that mortals cannot comment on. You have been predestined, you bear the Sign. From now it is, to put it in words, your turn. In a few moments the moment of Truth will arrive. Be ready!"

– Teacher, it is your honour to open the Truth's mouth!

Dirac, entered in my visual space, signalled me to bend and removed the cloth from around my mouth.

– Finally, I said. Untie my hands too!

– The procession can start... said the Master of Justice and I had been pushed to the staircase that led to the great hole of "the matrix".

I was held by the strange white eyed pilgrims...