The Secret

Chapter Twelve

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So he enlightened them about the small blue button.  As soon as he did the Pope took on a difference.  No longer was he smiling.  He spoke somewhat vexed in Italian to the cardinal next to him.  Also the other cardinals farther to his right, he spotted, had likewise dropped their expressions of childlike wonderment.

“The Holy Papa needs to know have you shown this to others?”

“Please tell his Eminence.  The only person I spoke to about it was the Bishop back in Ireland.  Who in response contacted the Vatican?”

The man with the white hair beside the Pope nodded, pleased, and he saw once the information had been conveyed across, the old eyes next to him also took on the same radiance.  Again he saw words being exchanged.  Well aware what was to follow, “The Holy Papa wants me to tell to you-a now?  What you have-a here is very dangerous.”  He stopped to seek out the right words. “How you-a say, the knowledge could be used for bad, yes.  And the Church as a leading force to guide humanity –must protect, yes, against this –as we have done for centuries.”  The face that spoke seemed happy how he had translated the words, previously offered to him in Italian.

He had nodded.  While at the same time wondering.  What would Jesus Christ do if he was seated where this anointed head of all He preached about sat?  Christ he knew believed in truth?  So as the Son of God he would know other alien civilizations existed out there –Because if the Catholic Church’s teaching was right –His Father would have created their worlds also.  So the priest was again left with the question? Would Jesus –believing in truth, following all he taught to his decibels, make known to the world what the Vatican chose not to?  Somehow he believed the answer had to be YES.  And even if the Pope was in the eyes of all Catholics next to Jesus –he sure as hell wasn’t conveying onto the world his thoughts!  Only tainting them with all that was human –to suppress and fear anything that wasn’t understood.  Like how ancient man must have feared fire –before he realized as well as its bad properties, it had lots of good properties. Except the Church to the priest still hadn’t gotten over the fear of the flames, to view possibilities of good, by letting out the knowledge?! 

This would be his thinking, years later, when looking back –his ideals very much changed regarding his Vocation.  But then too as an older man, when he had time to question –and not led let himself be lead –like most human beings were, he had drawn to the conclusion, that Jesus Christ had possibly been influenced by an alien intelligence.  Whether that was extraterrestrial or terrestrial –from Earth’s future, he didn’t know?  But after years of mediating on the subject, reading various books on the topic, this was his conclusion.  And with it he saw his Vocation like a conjuror pulling rabbits out of a hat. Where those that watched this act still wanted to believe it was magic.  Because if it was only sleight of hand, what was left then?

But at that time at the Vatican, within an hour of first showing it to the Pope, within a few hours of his arrival, he was walking down these steep steps, with the cardinal who had translated everything between him and the Pope. On each landing there was a door they walked through, with two guards in colourful uniforms standing outside. Several flights down they reached a final door, where two guards similarly stood –this was in the very bowels of the Vatican. The cardinal spoke with the guards in Italian.  And then moments later they were unlocking the door.  After thanking them in Italian, he had addressed him, “Only a few know of what is beyond this door.  Those that-a do have sworn to take the secret to their grave -as you have done now.”  He said looking at him with a smile.

He nodded, as he walked through –aware the artefact he brought had strangely given him this privilege.  Too be among the chosen. The room was both spectacular and odd, and large.  In a glass case of life size proportions, a humanoid like creature stared out, with an agonized expression trapped in its large black eyes, facial muscles.  It was obvious what killed it wasn’t pretty.  Now the creature’s days were doomed to float in a formaldehyde solution for eternity. The cardinal saw his stare, as they walked past on entering, “He is one-of five humanoid species we know that visit our planet.  A Jewish doctor had him shipped, as he is, in a wooden crate, before-a he sale with his famiglia to America in 1915.  He only wrote a note.  He didn’t want him falling into the hands of the Nazis. Till then, he stood in his study. Think like-a family member, yes” he ended with soft laughter, looking at him.

“He looks in pain?” His words were more serious.

The cardinal nodded, “Maybe he die like that when he crash?  We will never know? All we know he originate from Germany.   Where before that, we not know?” He finished with the hand gestures Italians use.