The Secret

Chapter Six

                      © 2013 by tore56789 (GOS) All rights reserved.

“Yes, would surely have killed myself but for her support. Fazzari did, two years later.  Till that time he had been going steady with some girl he knew up North.  He had plans on marrying her.  But she dropped him like a plate of hot cakes after the accident.  The poor guy held on for about two years after that, sinking his life into booze.  And then finally stuck his M16 assault rifle into his mouth, and pulled the trigger?” He gave another sigh, “Do you reckon after that, he’ll go to God’s Kingdom? Don’t they say in our fate, Father, Catholicism, that we forfeit our place there if we take our life; damned to hell and all that?”  With “life” he gave another deep cough.  So deep, the priest got up to assist, but he waved for him to stay. But the priest did see blood around his mouth, from where he was positioned, which the man wiped away with a stained cotton handkerchief.  And then sat there waiting for the priest to reply.

“I believe myself, Sean, God takes everything into consideration, and weighs it all up. So if your friend was a good man, he should have found a place there.  I don’t think suicide automatically bars a person from His Kingdom.  As there are many facets which have to be considered.”

He gave a soft, choked up laugh, “That’s good to know Father, because Fazzari was a damned good card player.  And I reckon we’ll ease into many a long game now after I’m gone.” Then he said as an afterthought, “Sorry for the cursing.  Don’t normally.  And as you can guess, she don’t take too kindly from it.” Saying the word more with an O-sound? So it sounded like, “Coosing.”

    

“Think He will overlook it.  Given the circumstances,” the priest said with a smile.

“The man nodded, then after a moment chose to continue, as if he needed to unload his burden of thought. “I wasn’t the religious one Father. It has always been Mary-Ann.  She had the strict Christian upbringing.  Some might’ve said a tad too strict,” he chuckled, again with mucus like sound in the residence –as if death had him marked for the afterlife. “But it was through her I regained my fate.  And it has been though both that has kept me going.  But Father, I didn’t bring you here along tonight just for the sake of receiving Last Rites.  Even though, our Mary-Ann thinks it’s so. I brought you here to give you something.  Something Seamus O’Malley gave me the last time I went to see him.  I’m hoping you will do the right thing with it now.  As all I have done, is kept pretending, I never got it. Even though, O’Malley wanted me to get it to the right people, so some good could come of it...”

“...Believe me I was tempted to sell it.  But I guess my newfound fate in God held me back.  Seamus died two days after he parted with it.  Found dead in his garage with the car running with the door pulled down.  They tried to make out it was suicide.  But he was still in a good marriage when it happened.  Had kids he loved, and was a firm Catholic.  And there is another reason I don’t buy the suicide angle Father.  He told me people he suspected might be the military intelligence were onto him, watching him.  That was why he needed my help.   And O’Malley was no man to scare easy.  He was a survivor. Done three stays in Nam –a man can be forced to do crazy things out of family commitment.”  He stopped, as if to think for a moment, as if in reflection, before adding, “I must admit, I didn’t believe him outright about the military intelligence.  But that changed when I saw why he had brought me up State to see.”

Then the man looked the priest square in a face, which had gone totally blank with the words he had just heard, “Father, you ever heard mention about that UFO thing that was supposed to have crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico?”

“Did. But I have never believed in such things.  I assumed it was more than likely some military cover up.”

He gave a laugh, “A lot felt as you did Father.  And I would have been one of them.  But I see things different now. But at the time, I didn’t buy the weather balloon story either.  Not when the boys were said to have carried away so much stuff in the backs of their trucks –to some hanger some sixty miles away.  Reckoned at the time too it might have been some secret aircraft they were testing –which some smart assed kid brought down driving it too hard.  But more happened out there than they said?  Remember about a story getting out about human like entities, creatures that looked like us?  I’m telling you now this is what had been covered up.  There were no monkeys in aluminium suits, or Russians testing out some new flying device..?

 

“...What the boys found that day to their utter disbelief, were people like you and me from the future? I think I even know the year, which I will make clear to you soon?  But I believe the reason they made damn sure to get every speck of that thing that time, was because they knew no person could know the truth.  After all, how can a world protect itself against a more advanced world of its own future –especially a world which seemed to have no regard for ours?  The way they treat us, like no more than Guinea pigs?”

“Yes, I heard about that.  Something about some army official going out there, and refuting afterwards what the military claimed.  As he said he had taken some of it home to show to his son.  And it hadn’t behaved like nothing they had ever seen before.  The way they could squash it and it regained its original shape?”

The man listened, but the priest could see his mind wasn’t interested. Then he made the comment with a hoarse touch to his voice, “I believe and still do Father, that that there story was leaked to support the balloon.  As it’s easy to get the notion across after that, that all it had been was a cute bit of silver fabric attached to some instrumentation –which is what the military boys wanted us to buy all along.  I’ve even go so far to say that farm where it was supposed to have crashed was all staged by the military for the Press.  Showing all that silver foil about? The real crash site was elsewhere.  And there they even boarded the real deal.  Found dead bodies onboard –but humanoid –like us.  Too much evidence supports this.”