«His subconscious mind tricked him. Mr Travis is an art-collector!» Margaret thought realizing he was lying.
The psychologist led them to an area with two facing sofas, one white and the other one black. Yin and yang.
Josef sat on the black one, while Margaret and her professor on the white one. In front of them, a big fireplace gave a great feeling of warmth and wellbeing.
Mr Travis started to make questions to Josef. His aim was to gather as much information as possible to focus the session and make the most of it. An hour later, the hypnosis began. The librarian was lying on the sofa in a catnap state.
“He’s now in a deep trance state,” he muttered looking at Margaret.
Small tics agitated the eyelids that covered Josef’s eyes.
“Josef, you’re very relaxed,” his voice was sweet and paused. “You’re walking along a beautiful beach shore. Your hair is blowing in the gentle sea breeze. Do you like it?”
“Yes. It’s a very beautiful beach,” he answered smiling.
“You’re very relaxed. Your feet are drawing a path of footprints on the sand. A small wave wets your feet.”
Josef let out a low choked shout.
“Is the water cold?”
“A bit.”
“You’re still very relaxed. Very relaxed. Very relaxed,” he repeated almost whispering. “Do you remember where you were when you first heard the siren?”
His face turned serious.
“Can you see anything?”
“Yes. I’m… in a car. With mum and dad!” He shouted visibly touched.
“Go on. You’re doing it very well.”
“Dad is driving and mum is caressing my cheek.”
“What do you feel?”
“Ease. I like it when mum caresses me.”
Suddenly, his head started to squirm on the sofa.
“What’s wrong?” Margaret asked scared.
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing. What happens?”
Josef burst into tears uncontrollably.
“The car in which we were travelling has just crashed against another. Mum and dad aren’t moving. There’s a lot of smoke everywhere.”
Margaret started to cry. Hypnosis had reached to the deepest part of his friend’s subconscious mind. He had never told her how exactly his parents died. Now the answer had just popped up in front of them.
“Can you see anything else?” The hypnotist asked.
“There’s a lot of noise… and lights. I think… I think they are sirens…” Josef shut his eyes even tighter and stopped. “A firefighter,” he continued, “with strong arms has just lifted me and he’s taking me out of the car. Mum and dad still don’t move…”
“It’s enough, Josef,” he said interrupting his words. “Imagine that you’re walking along the beach again.”
Some minutes later, Mr Travis decided to conclude the session to avoid more suffering. Without waiting for that tragic outcome, he had reached the hardest moment of his life. Josef was still covered with tears when he woke up from his catnap state. For the next half hour, they talked and drew conclusions. «The sound trauma that provoked me the strong headaches, the insecurity, the fear of interacting and my lonely personality… has everything been provoked by that situation I experienced when I was three months old?» The psychologist had told this to him.
Chapter 21
The recovery pyramid interior consisted of twenty rectangular stone beds, each of which occupied five meters long and three meters wide. In the past, that place had served to repair and heal the battered soldiers’ wounds. Over time, due to the peace treaty and the subsequent scarce of battles, that had become the hospital of wetroc. All fighters who resulted wounded were taken there. A midarian was in charge of reconstructing the protection helmets and of healing the wounds received while fighting. The plistor used returned the helmets to their original state thanks to its strong power of regeneration. Despite all this, very few of them survived since an important wound in the head also meant a big blood loss, which consequently led to a quick death.
“Stop doing whatever you’re doing and assist Palac!” Beiler ordered bursting into the room.
The healer was trying to heal a wetroc’s fighter’s wounds. His body was absolutely destroyed and his head was disfigured. Following the orders, he stopped doing that and helped the captain settle the young midarian on one of the beds.
“Has he lost much blood?”
Beiler nodded.
The healer started to run and went down the stairs that led to the room downstairs. Seconds later, he came upstairs with a recipient. «Life water.» Extremely hastily, he opened the cylinder and began to pour the fluid on Palac’s head. After he had fulfilled his task perfectly well, the wounds started to seal until they remained completely repaired.
“There’s no more left,” the healer lamented. “Jalop gave it to me precisely yesterday to use it in a special case.”
“Will he be all right?”
The healer took out a small cubicle with plistor and started to reconstruct the damaged parts of the helmet. In the precise moment he finished repairing it, Palac opened his eyes. Scared, he looked at both sides.
“Where am I?” He asked sitting up.
“In the recovery pyramid,” Beiler answered.
“What’s happened?”
“You disobeyed your father’s rules and the beat you without measuring the consequences,” the healer answered. “Fortunately, you’re not an ordinary midarian. You were seriously injured.”
“I remember it now. It was right outside the Golden Pyramid.”
Palac got up and looked at his suit very closely. It was full of earth and scratches produced by the fall. He raised his eyes and saw the fighter’s agonizing body. Despite his dilapidated appearance, he recognized him at once. «It’s Mitro.» Only him had four badges engraved on his helmet.
“Why don’t you heal him?” He asked annoyingly. He had idolized that great warrior all his life and now he was going to witness his death.
“It’s too late. He’s already crossed the critic phase and any attempt would be in vain.”
“Who has done this to him? There was no one stronger than him. Has it been Crozb?”
Beiler shook his head.
“Who?” He asked upset.
“Your father,” Beiler answered. “It was short ago, while you were inside the pyramid.”
“Why has he done it?”
Palac kneeled down in front of Mitro’s body and leant his head on his chest.
“To show his power to you and to the rest of the midarians. It was just before the fight of Mitro against Crozb started. He approached them and asked which of them dared fighting against him. Crozb refused to, but Mitro was braver. The spectators called out his name to praise his courage, but that made your father’s rage increase.”
“My father was playing wetroc?”
“Yes,” the captain answered. “Even when it’s hard to believe it.”
“How did the combat develop?”
Mitro’s body was finishing extinguishing. The spasms were weaker every time and the blood had almost completely left his body. Cabolun was determined to put an end to his life in order to leave the midarians without their idol and so that he could demonstrate his strength.
“Your father, as the challenger, had stuck to his right of choosing the weight without consulting it with Mitro. The latter made all what he could to negotiate with him so as he chose a lighter load, but he strongly opposed.”
“What was the selected weight?” He asked uneasily.
“A hundred tons,” Beiler answered.
“A hundred tons!” Palac repeated. “That’s monstrous. I can’t understand how he dared.”
“Wetroc’s rules are very clear. Once the duel has been accepted, there’s no turning back. Had he retired, he would have had to leave Mida. Mitro made a mistake. He should’ve swallowed his pride and decline the dare.”
Palac got up and put his hand on his
deformed head.
“You’ve been my inspiration and I’ve felt admiration for you since I was a little boy. I ignore the reason that led my father to leave you in these conditions. I’m sorry. You’ll always be in my best memories.”
The fighter’s body started to shake violently. The healer moved Palac and Beiler aside some meters and told them that Mitro’s death was imminent. The building started to shake. The dim light of the room was replaced by a whitish beam that was struggling to get out of that corpse. Just when the light ball was almost completely separated, Mitro sat up.
“Your father is an assassin!” He shouted with rage. “Your grandfather, his helpers, Grias and the scientists who were by his side had also been victims of his anger. Mida’s future is in your hands. Don’t let my death be only one more; discover the truth you were hidden for so many years. Otherwise, everything will be over…”
The luminescence got out of the body and disappeared completely. The fighter collapses on the bed producing a loud noise.
“What did he mean by saying that my grandfather was victim of his anger?"
“When death is near, the fighters usually say things without any sense at all,” the healer answered.
“Beiler, I need to know how my grandfather died. Tell it to me!” Palac shouted.
“I can’t. You’re not prepared yet.”
“Why?”
“Because the truth would confront you with your father, and that would be unbearable right now,” Beiler said with grieve.
“As you don’t want to tell me the truth, I’ll discover it myself.”
Palac got out of the recovery pyramid. He was annoyed. The captain ran after him.
“Where are you going?”
“To the Golden Pyramid.”
“Are you crazy? If your father finds you there again, he won’t hesitate in killing you.”
“Get him distracted!” He sentenced.
Chapter 22
It was more than eleven at night when Josef finished dinner. The consultation was too much long and he had not been able to pack yet. «The plane leaves at nine,» he repeated for himself. But that night his mind was not precisely receptive. The hypnosis session had made him experience the death of his parents in the flesh. His grandfather never told him how they had died. He had only told him: «now they are in a better place. Someday we’ll see them again.» The conviction shown by his grandfather amazed Josef. Sitting on his bed and with the suitcase open, he remembered some words he did not understand at the time.
“How are you so sure that we’ll see them again?”
“One day I’ll be able to prove it. Trust in me.”
Josef came back from his dreaminess. «Maybe the answer is in the book!» He quickly got up from the bed and ran downstairs until he reached the living room. He picked the copy and went back upstairs to his bedroom. Before he started reading, he decided that he should pack: four trousers, five sweaters and five underpants.
Despite his unbeatable financial situation, he did not invest much money in clothes. According to him, it was enough with a different combination for each day of the week. «It’s not necessary to have so many clothes as long as washing machines exist. It’s senseless to have a packed wardrobe; you can’t wear all of it at the same time,» he once told Margaret justifying his scarce clothes.
The librarian remained paralyzed looking at his clothes and became aware of the fact that he had not told Steve about his early arrival. «I told him I would arrive on Saturday.» As soon as he could, he called his brother.
“Hello, Josef,” he said after answering. “Is everything all right?”
“Sorry for calling you so late. I wanted to tell you that I’ll be in San Diego tomorrow. I had a very busy day and it was impossible for me to let you know.”
“No problem, little brother. To be honest, I’m still in the lab.”
Steve was studying a small blood sample through the microscope. The lab was already empty. His vocation and eagerness to obtain results sometimes did not let him go home.
“You should go home and spend time with your wife.”
“You’re right. I’ll leave in two minutes. How’s that that you’re coming tomorrow?”
“It was the only day available with direct flights from Albuquerque airport. I haven’t asked you: is it all right with you?”
“Of course it is. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. What time is the flight?”
“At nine. I’ll be there around midday.”
“Great. Call me when you arrive and I’ll pick you up.”
“All right. See you tomorrow. Oh! Go home right now,” he kidded.
“Yes. See you tomorrow, brother,” he concluded.
Josef lay on the bed with the book in his hands.
Chapter 6. Who was Jesus Christ?
Over history, hundreds of spacecrafts have been intercepted. All of them were crewed by gigantic beings. Their bodies were covered by a solid silver shell, which was cut so as their bodies could be examined. Their skin was greyish and those faces lacked of nose and mouth. These beings’ organisms surprised the scientists in charge of carrying out the autopsy. There were neither organs nor digestive system, nor respiratory, nor circulatory, nor anything that could be similar to a human body. There only was a transparent liquid similar to water which expert catalogued as blood. The fluid was analyzed through Raman spectroscopy with the aim of studying the composition and molecular structure of such substance. The result showed surprisingly high levels of cancer. Compared to the ones of a terminally ill, the values were a hundred times higher. The scientists concluded that the composition of the blood must be formed by an element that altered the measurements.
In the year 2045, the Vatican asked a group formed by twenty prestigious scientists to carry out an exhaustive study of the Holy Shroud. That would not be the first study of the shroud, but this time the Vatican wanted to go farther. Its interest lay in obtaining as much information as possible about the person who stained it, his state of health, nourishing, etc. Among much other information the study revealed, what most repercussion had was that such person, Jesus Christ or whoever he might have been, had cancer. The tumor markers were shockingly high and indicated a terminal phase of the disease.
Note of Mike
It is possible that two thousand years ago people had already started to die of cancer. In my opinion, this is another proof that Jesus Christ came from another planet. Maybe he came from the same one from which the extraterrestrials the science has analyzed over history had also come.
Comparing the levels of the shroud and the ones obtained in the autopsies, we can appreciate very similar values. If that were true, the miracles described in the Bible would acquire more validity.
Josef struggled with all his might not to close his eyes. His eyelids exerted a downwards force which was very difficult to counter. He had already reached the final pages of the book, but he had not found an answer to the confidence his grandfather had about life after death. «There are only two chapters left.»
Chapter 7. Why cannot we put an end to this disease?
Statistics on deaths over the past years have revealed a significant increase on deaths produced by cancer. Medicine is making quantum leaps, but we still have not found the miraculous drug that definitively cures the disease. We have eradicated diseases such as AIDS, malaria, typhus, Parkinson and even Alzheimer. Scientists wonder what there is behind this disease that makes it incurable. In many countries, life expectancy goes far beyond one hundred and twenty years of age. However, the probability of reaching such age is really low since according to what a study has revealed, seventy per cent of the world population will develop a certain type of cancer over their life.
It is frustrating to see how the majority of the people spend their lives working without enjoying their existence. They live stressed out, going from work to home and from home to work. It is outrageous to see how people save all their lives to have a decent pension, but when it com
es the moment to enjoy that money, an ordinary pain followed by an appointment with the doctor ends up turning into cancer.
In the year 2029, a renowned laboratory in Paris claimed having found the definite drug to fight the disease. The group in charge of the study was awarded with the Nobel Prize in medicine for such great discovery. For six promising years, it was applied in several patients around the world with amazing results. Even the most critical patients recovered completely receiving the treatment for several weeks. Everything changed when, after five years, the emergency rooms around the world collapsed with patients experimenting similar symptoms: body numbness and high temperature. The WHO carried out the investigation and after having examined the files of five thousand patients, it was found that all of them had been treated with the miraculous drug. The investigation showed that at having been «attacked» with this medicine, cancer had suffered a mutation, which made it more aggressive and fulminating. All patients treated with such drug died after a few months and their descendants who were been born after they had received such medication, were condemned to suffer multiple sequels. Nowadays, muted cancer is incurable.
The old cancer is less aggressive and it is still being treated with the same techniques as fifty years ago. The most alarming studies foresee that in one hundred years, the whole humanity will be exposed to suffer this disease. Others talk about the extinction of the human race in a period of one hundred years…
Finally, Morpheus won the battle and took Josef’s body over.
Chapter 23
«It’s time that he is unmasked,» Beiler said to himself as he walked along the corridors of Sinz Palace with the idea of distracting his leader. Seconds ago, he had communicated with him telepathically and he had told him that he was in the control room.
“What happens?” Cabolun asked as soon as he saw his captain entering the room.
“It’s the Spores315 craft. I think the propulsion isn’t working properly.”
The midarian leader stared at him and walked to his spot.
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