“But father, I won’t let you die in front of me like a stranger!” I shook his motionless body and started to cry and tears rolled down from my eyes. My tears and blood soaked the floor.
“Dear child!” Father slowly opened his eyes, touched my face with his right hand and whispered:
“Are you afraid to die?” He asked while panting.
“No, father, not more!” I answered.
“Don’t worry.”
Then he took something from his inner pocket and gave it to me. It was a torn paper and I couldn’t understand why he gave it to me.
“What is it father?” I asked eagerly.
“It is a piece of paper, keep it secretly. This will guide the right person to the Holy Grail. Then he will recover it from that hidden place, because only HE can access that place which is protected. Then he will hand over it to the Holy Father.”
I wished to open that paper and read the content inside. I was afraid to open because I realized that it was not the safe place to do it. So, I put it safely inside my pants’ secret pocket. But, I didn’t understand about whom he was mentioning as the right person. So I asked him:
“Father, who is that right person?”
“The man from the South with dark hair and dark eyes, who recites Rosary all the time.” He whispered again.
I felt like he was talking about a riddle, so I asked him again:
“Father, I didn’t understand. Who is that? Is it me?” I thought he was talking unconsciously.
“No, dear child... you are just a mediator, like me. But as I told you, a man from the south who was anointed by the Holy Spirit will come to recover it.”
“O.K. Father, I am ready to do whatever you wish me to do…. But, how can I give it to him.?”
“You can’t meet him. You will die as a martyr within a few days. He will find out this paper from where it is, at that time. My dear child, it is the time for me to go to Heaven. As I told you before, when I am there I will pray for you. Holy Trinity one God, Holy Mary, St. Joseph, all Angels, all Saints and all Holy Souls in Purgatory have come to take me to Heaven.”
When he said these words, a white light filled the room. As I saw this, my mind filled with joy and peace. I couldn’t understand what was happening around me. At the very moment I transformed myself and forgave all the people who tortured me.
“Get up and walk. This is the time!” I heard a voice from somewhere.
At the next moment, I realized that I was standing on the floor carrying Father Damian in my arms. I found a door opened in front of me. I rushed and passed through that door. Suddenly, I felt like I was in hell because I could see the high priest, James and other people standing in the courtyard. They also saw me. As I saw them, I jerked and moved backward.
“Don’t be afraid, move forward!” A voice commanded to me.
Suddenly, Luciferos-the high priest, James, their security guards and all the others fell down as though somebody knocked them down.
“Thank you, Jesus!” I said this unknowingly…. I really got astounded of the miracle that happened in front of my eyes.
I galloped further, but surprised to realize that I wasn’t in their courtyard; instead, I was standing on a mud path in a strange place, that was covered with trees on both sides. Still, Father Damian was lying in my arms. I knelt, laid him down on the roadside and shook him to wake him up. He didn’t give any reply. I checked his breath and pulse, but it was too late. Everything had finished- “another martyr for Jesus Christ”!
CHAPTER-13
THE MONASTERY OF HOLY FACE OF JESUS
I started to cry, my tears mixed with blood, and rolled down into Fr. Damian’s cassock. Suddenly, somebody touched on my shoulder and I screamed with fear. I thought that it would be Luciferos, the high priest. Somehow, I regained my courage and turned back. I saw a young man wearing a cow boy hat, torn pants and rugged shirt standing behind me. From his clothes, I could identify him as a farmer.
“My God, what happened to Fr. Damian?” He screamed as he saw Father Damian’s corpse.
“Do…. You… know…him? Some…body…. Killed… him!” Somehow, I answered.
My vision got blurred with tears, and I started to weep again.
“Father, father…please open your eyes, your Andrew is here father… Do you remember father? You gave back life to my dead son... Please speak father…please…” He also started to cry.
We cried for a while then wiped away our tears.
“Which is this place?” I asked him.
“Don’t you know this place?” He stared at me, as though I was lying to him.
“ To be frank with you…I don’t know this place. I don’t know even how I reached here!”
“Tell me, who did this…I want to take revenge on them.” His tone changed.
“I shall tell you everything. Before that, please take me to the Monastery of Holy Face of Jesus in Eccopodochia.”
“Sure sir, please wait… I shall be back soon.” He walked and disappeared.
After a few minutes, I saw a car coming towards me. It was followed by many other cars, and a crowd, like in a procession.
“Fr. Damian, Fr. Damian!” Everyone was screaming the same name. I saw many people were sobbing among the crowd.
Some people came towards me, took Fr. Damian’s body, and laid at the back seat of a car. The procession resumed and moved forward. Meanwhile, some other people came and took me in another car. I couldn’t understand, who those people were and what their intention was. If they were going to do some harm to me, I was helpless. Only God can save me. I was totally exhausted and wounded. Gradually I fell into a deep sleep....
When I opened my eyes again, I realized that the car was ascending a steep road. I could see a huge abyss at the left side of the road. But the driver didn’t seem to be worried about it. He stamped on the accelerator and climbed the hill to reach a level muddy road with pine trees on both sides. The tree branches were dancing in the wind. I could see a large castle, made completely of strong black granites standing in front of me. It reminded me of the castles which I read in the fairy tales. We passed the gate and entered the courtyard.
There I saw some monks walking in garden and reciting Rosary. When the car and the procession reached the courtyard of the castle, all of the monks raised their heads and looked at us.
Among them I saw an old monk who was a hunchback. He held a wooden walking stick on his right hand to support his body. He came forward and the rest of the monks trailed him like the flock following their shepherd.
“Father, father!” Andrew (the same man whom I met first) knelt down on his knees, and showed respect to that old monk.
“Father Jerome…Fr. Damian was killed by someone!” Andrew struggled to complete these words and started to weep by covering his face with hands.
“I won’t believe that…I won’t believe that…” That old monk seemed like shocked to hear that terrible news.
Still I was sitting in the car. Time lapsed…I felt like nobody was bothering me. I was very tired and wished to lie down that moment as my whole body was paining and started bleeding again. I couldn’t control my pain, so I started to cry. Meanwhile, four people came and removed Fr. Damian’s corpse from it. They carried his body to the monastery and the crowd followed them.
I thought, I was going to die now, way before Father Damian’s prophesied time. So, I decided to read the paper that Father Damian had given me. I opened it carefully making sure that nobody was watching me. I saw some words written in Latin. I was not an expert in Latin language, yet, I could read it. I read the following words:
“Who made it
The one who gifted
Who used it
The one who saved us
Who took it
The Alpha in shepherd’s skin
Who dug it
The one who die for it
Who get it
The one from South
How to get it
Walk to the fa
ce of the Lord
Where to find it
In the place of our end
Where is it
Where our very first parents sleep.”
These were the last words in Miller’s diary. Jack Batson finished the diary and looked at Christa and Agatha. They were thinking deeply about it.
CHAPTER- 14
THE LIBRARY ARCHIVES
Time ran out hastily and it was thick dark outside. While Jack Batson finished the diary, he heard somebody’s footsteps outside. It came near and near and finally stopped in front of the main door. The very next moment, they could hear hard blows on the door. Agatha and Christa got scared and moved backwards.
Without rethinking Jack rushed towards the door and opened it angrily. Suddenly he got a smash on his head from behind. Before losing his consciousness, he turned back and looked. He couldn’t believe his eyes… It was Agatha who did it. He fell down on the floor.
“You cheated me, I will kill you. You cheated me, I will kill you….” While losing his consciousness, he mumbled again and again.
Suddenly someone sprinkled water on his face and he opened his eyes. He saw Matt standing in front of him holding a bucket in his hand. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Oh, Matt, I can’t believe this! Tell me how could you escape from those hungry alligators and crocodiles?”
“What happened to you Jack? What are you talking about? Are you crazy? I don’t understand what you are speaking!”
“Don’t lie, Matt. Santa Claus came to our home and we followed him upto Israel. But at the end of the journey we fell into the clutches of the enemies. Then two devilish people threw us into the river to feed the alligators. I saw you drowning in the water. After that horrible incident, we got separated. I escaped and again a woman named Agatha attacked me, but somehow I escaped and reached home back.” Jack got annoyed at Matt as he didn’t seem like trusting him.
“Don’t talk nonsense, Jack! We were in our own home last night, and we didn’t meet any Santa Claus. Do you remember what happened yesterday? During the dinner, you showed us a cheque being the fees for your case investigation which you got from Father John of the Cross. Then, all of us went to bed. Today morning you were sleeping when I came into your room. You were dreaming and yelling that you would kill someone. So I took this bucket of water from the washroom and splashed on your face. That’s what happened.”
“So, you think it is a dream!” Jack asked.
“Why not? Are you crazy bro in this early morning? I think you have delirium!” Matt laughed at him as though he was not believing Jack’s story.
When Jack understood that his brother was not prepared to believe him, he became disappointed. He got up from the floor and took his towel to wipe his body. He went to the bathroom, changed his wet clothes and returned to the bedroom.
As he came out from the bathroom, he found a red diary lying on the floor. He bent down and grabbed it. With his shivering hands, he opened it. It was Miller’s Diary. Jack had no doubt about it. He turned every page and glanced over it. It was the same diary. It wasn’t an illusion, it is the same diary. Jack gave it to Matt and Matt read the whole diary.
“Now what do you think?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know Jack, I am confused… What should I say to you? Should we ask anyone else?”
“No, Matt! Now, I understand everything. I shall explain it to you.” Jack said and sat on the bed.
Matt sat beside Jack and looked at him curiously to know what he was going to speak.
“Jack, I think it was a premonition?” Matt opined.
“No, Matt it isn’t. It should be a premonition if Miller’s diary was not here. I know some incidents, where the people get forewarnings before their own death, or the death of someone related to them. But, it is not like that. I went to another world, which is hidden in the history. I saw and experienced the things from the past. I lived in that world which was already a history.”
“But, you told me, I was also with you during your journey. Then, why couldn’t I experience the same things?” Matt asked.
“It was not you, it was someone else. Somebody disguised as you to accompany me. I don’t understand who that was and what his intention was. But I am hundred percent sure that somebody was with me, when I visited that historic world. Might have been a devil who wanted to trap me! I don’t know… but only thing I have here as evidence is Miller’s Diary, which is right here in front of us.”
“I shall be back soon!” Matt said and went outside.
“What Matt, what happened?” Jack asked.
Instead of giving an answer to this question, Matt walked out from the room. He came back within a few minutes, with a newspaper clutched in his hand.
“Please read this.” Matt said and handed over that paper.
Jack grabbed and looked at the first page of the paper. It was an evening edition of Kretton newspaper, the most subscribed newspaper in Billston. While reading the news, he jumped from the bed as though got shocked, and stood on the floor.
“Is it true, Matt, is it true?” He asked seriously.
“Yes Jack, it is true… but I don’t know how Miller knew about this incident and wrote diary about it?”
“Thank you Matt for giving me this information. Now, I got the clue.”
“So, what is your next step to find out the Holy Grail?” Matt asked eagerly to know more about his plan.
“I want to find out a way. Still, I don’t know what to do… Matt, I am going to the library. I want to refer some books related to this subject. If someone calls me, tell them that I am busy and take a message.” Jack Batson said.
While walking into his home library, Jack Batson was thinking deeply about the incidents he read in the newspaper. As he entered the library he felt like a rat being trapped. He glanced over the book shelves and found “Don’t touch only to see” signboard in one of the ancient book sections. Similarly, he found different signboards indicating different subjects including ‘Catholic Church’.
He took out one book from the Catholic Church collection and turned its pages. It was in Latin language. The name of the book was ‘In Historia Ecclesiae Et Ejus Religionis Catholicae, Qui Thesaurum’, which means ‘The History of Catholic Church and its Religious Treasures.” It was a handwritten manuscript from 14th century. So, he handled it very carefully. Suddenly his eyes stopped at a page and read it:
“Chapter- 8
The Holy Grail
Holy Grail used by our Lord Jesus Christ is known as one of the most beautiful and valuable treasures belonging to the Catholic Church. When one Pope dies, another Pope has the authority to inherit the Holy Grail. The Holy Father keep the Holy Grail in Rome due to the security reasons. But the Pope can decide whether he wants to keep it inside Rome or in some other places. Some Popes kept the Holy Grail in their own room to safeguard it from all types of dangers. After the death of Saint Francis of Assisi, the Pope at that time- His Holiness Gregory 9th - handed over it to the Franciscan Order as a gift, because of his reverance towards their seraphic father St. Francis. This is how, the Franciscan friars in the Monastery of the Holy Face of Jesus at Eccopodochia inherited the Holy Grail.
Some cults and the enemies of the Church have tried many times to attack the monastery to rob it, but they failed in their attempts. Now, it is kept in a hidden place, somewhere in the monastery.
Some enemies of the Church have entered the clergy, like the wolves in the sheep’s skins, to find out the Holy Grail. From the trustworthy sources it was heard that, these satanic cults’ ultimate goal is destroying the Church and the whole world, and make it under Satan. They believe that, who keeps the Holy Grail can conquer this world. That’s the reason why they are behind it. They strongly believe that the Holy Grail will help them to executive their strategy. Beware of the fallen angels and their messengers.”
Jack stopped reading and he became deeply concerned after reading the last paragraph. He felt like his soul was requesting him to
find out and protect the Holy Grail. He put back that book safely, and searched for other books. He found yet another book from the shelf. Its name was “The Church and its Anti Apostles”. He read the following paragraphs:
“Chapter- 23
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