The Secret

Chapter Thirteen

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The room was so large he could see wooden crates looking smaller down at the far end.  And even though, all the wooden crates varied from a few feet to about ten or so feet across –the larger ones scaling up to something similar in height.  What was very clear was the origin of each box.  Some giving a location in Peru, the person or persons connected with it – others Chilli, Mexico, and so on.

 It was clear they had come from all around the world, and went back years, to hundreds of years.  But as he couldn’t see what they contained, they didn’t look any more interesting to him, really, than crates ready to be loaded onto a ship from some dry dock. And even if his companion was polite, he knew well he wasn’t going to let him see inside them. He wondered who had such permission.  He wondered if the Pope could come down here and play with everything.  Like some kid might wish desperately to do, in a toy-store after hours? (But then he reckoned that might be giving that old man too much freedom. So he guessed view, a better choice of word; and no doubt in the company of minders –fellow Cardinals who had the authority to venture down to this Storage Facility.  After all, an old man like that Pope, would have to be guarded and watched over like a wayward child.  As who knew what alien knowhow was placed here?  Weapons perhaps, which might even make atomic bombs, seem like mere firecrackers? Capable of blowing up the whole planet thanks to the curiosity of a meddling old mind, along with the accompaniment of fingers?)

Still, he followed the Cardinal down past all these, down a channel which had been cleared for easy access, aware he’d never ever glimpse on this again.  His companion it was easy to see had a destination in mind, and wasn’t allowing him any liberties to pause.  This turned out to be away down in the very far end of the room.  Here the Cardinal stopped and looked up and pointed to a sign. “Terrestre. Terrestrial. Here we store all Earthly Technologies. Where we walk from is Extraterrestre.  Extraterrestrial.”

“You mean all of that back there is from other planets?” His tone spoke his disbelief.

The Cardinal nodded and smiled understandably, for he the privileged.  Like as if the grey haired man was Wonka giving him a tour of his Chocolate Factory.  And with that he directed him to a section with safe boxes. “We store-a the smaller items here.”  And with that he took the object he had brought, and placed it into an empty box.  And with that, he closed the door, and locked it with a key.  And then turning to him. “This smaller area we reserve for our Future Visitors.  As they have not interfered with mankind as much.”

The grey haired old man had answered strangely some questions he posed after that. As if he wished to entertain their guest.  He finished up with the one about the Miracle at Fatima, in 1917.  Which three children had claimed to have witnessed on three separate occasions, on that year.  Saying, it was down to future Terrestrial Intervention. 

The old man smiled. “We have-a come a long way from believing in devils.  We know now-a from associations with this Technology, that not only can Earth exist in our time, but also in other dimensions, outside of our time.  And this same rule applies to more advanced Earth timelines, as well.  We believe the Fatima intervention was brought-a about from an advanced Earth, which perhaps-a mirrored the real timeline.”  He stopped to re-examine what he intended to say, “In that timeline, we know now-a, the Nazis had not fallen.  America never aided Britain.  Russia fell.  And the atomic bomb was dropped on the USA, by the Nazis...”

“That future technology we believe-a had injected itself into the wrong timeline.  It had chosen as its pretence, religion.  And used-a the innocent minds of children, to pass on its warning.  We suspect this from what the children were told by the visitors.”  He looked regretful. “But it pass, yes.  Even if the Nazis brought with them much suffering.”  He ended, nodding his head slowly.  All this conversation took place, as they both walked back to exit the large room. 

He never saw that Cardinal again after those few hours.  The following day after being booked into a hotel the previous day for his short visit, he was back in Country Kerry, trying to get on as if nothing had happened. Reading Mass, hearing Confessionals –but his life had changed!

It was like he could no longer ware his collar proudly.  Feel happy with his vows.  When he had become a doubting Thomas?  As it seemed all the proof of God might just be down to Alien-Intervention? And mirror worlds making fuck-ups!

Seeing old people’s smiles, receiving Holy Communion, as if each sacrament brought them one step closer to His Kingdom, began to infuriate him.  He started to drink in secret.  Cursing his whole vocation –as all he felt he believed in was based on a lie!  Utter nonsense!  Miracles in the Bible no doubt the conjured up tricks of nosy assholes from some future dimensions!  All he loved suddenly became tainted!