The Secret

Chapter Fourteen

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He was moved to do a stay in Africa after that.  As the Church felt the heat, poverty, sickness, would again restore his belief as a young man to do good –even if it didn’t restore his fate in God. (After all, a priest falling from the path, wasn’t some new thing they were encountering)  And that lesson had been for several years.  Also, in that time, he fought for some understanding, if he wanted to carry on at his Vocation. Or quit it, and seek out Earthly pleasures.  His torment had been just between him and his conscience.  He could tell no one.  As he had promised the Holy Papa to keep this secret!

The name again angered him!  The way Mr O Brien praised it so highly!  The Holy Papa! Jesus Christ –again a conjuror, he guessed!  All the Catholic Church, Christian belief, based on a few clever tricks –like levitation, teleportation–things simple dim-witted fools couldn’t fathom in a thousand years!

Then he thought of what was being spoken about, as Mrs O Brien entered, to vex him –which she was so skilled at!  Visitors wearing jetpacks, and been perceived as unearthly because of their ability to fly?  The wings been only added, because those that had seen them, couldn’t think outside of their own understanding of things.

Angel, when it was broken down, simply meant, a being seen as a Messenger (Or maybe Mediator?)  Which supported perfectly his understanding of terrestrial and extraterrestrial interventions?

And with that, he thought back to his time at the Vatican, in 1978, and about one moment in particular, before they had walked away from the “Terrestrial” section? 

He thought about it with a smile, a touch of humour, as it was indeed funny. “What is in that casing?”  The display had looked so innocent.  It was glass, rectangular, placed on a wooden base. (The whole casing had an aged feel about it.  The glass, wood, as if it might be a hundred, two hundred years old, maybe even a lot more –looking more at home in Charles Dickens time, than the twentieth century) On appearance it  looked no more than some strange suit made from white material, with flaps like fishes fins on the arms and legs.  He assumed for a humanoid of about an Earth man’s proportions?

“It is a lavation suit.  We believe-a it operates from altering the natural gravity surrounding it.  It dates back to 1608, as you-a know, time of the great Witch Trials in Europe.  What lead to it finding its way here, was the report of a witch flying above the Normandy countryside? She was tortured.  Naturally admitting too sorcery. And put to death.  The Church then-a took all her FTs –future technology.  We don’t know how the local woman came across this.  As the logs of her torture don’t say?  We do know-a a lot of technologies found during the witch trials, were taken away from the FV’s (Future Visitors) – they dying naturally or unnaturally, who can say?” The words had ended, with the speaking looking at him with bewilderment, as if he was a good guide throwing in the body language and story line for free.  He had nodded to the words.  Aware his trip to this splendid place was soon about to end.        

Coming away from the recollection, he got up, poured himself a brandy from a decanter, placed on a table to the side of where he was seated.  And then holding out his glass to a picture of a crucified Christ on his wall, he said, “This is to you my Friend, whoever you are? As your intervention has for definite brought into affect one amazing delusional trick?  You have made well over a billion fools into believers of sweet F A, including yours fathfully.”  And with that, with laughter, he took a good swig of the glass, aware if his housekeeper saw him at that moment, she probably would have dropped down dead on the floor, thinking she was looking after Saint Lucifer himself!  As she was such a devoted Catholic woman!   

                                                                      

He never knew how the future technology (or FTs, as those at the Vatican, liked to refer to them as) came into the hands of Shamus O’Malley, as Sean hadn’t divulged that. He did though wonder in the years after the event, from reading books on the subject: Just how much did various world intelligences know of what the Vatican guarded? Also, he sometimes kind of convinced himself too, Sean hadn’t told him everything, either?  So he knew there would always be that question mark?  Books he read later supported Sean’s version.  About bodies, and a UFO having been uncovered that had ploughed into a hillside –but other than that, was unscathed. 

In a humorous note, he thought; he’d ask Sean for all the facts; maybe when all three of them sat down to play a hand or two of cards, when it was time for him to finally move on.  But he knew before that first hand could be dealt, he’d have a heck of a lot of explaining to do, just to make the man understand why he couldn’t keep his promise (But was his not keeping it, any worse than what O’Malley had asked of him?) But from the Vatican back in 1978, he knew Roswell was only one of many incidences, where alien technology had found its way into human hands. And unlike what Sean had believed –thinking all visitations to this planet had been terrestial related (Future visitors)

The proof according to the Vatican, as he had uncovered back in 1978, suggested most visitations had actually originated from alien civilizations, away more advanced than ours.  As equipment those civilizations had left behind, or misplaced, or were murdered for, had gone away back to the times of the Crusades, going back to Pope Urban II, in 1095.

He knew Pope Paul VI died shortly after that visit to the Vatican.  So he guessed the weight of his responsibilities –including all that was locked away in the bowels of the building, must have been passed on from his predecessor?

Some days passed too in those following years, where he thought of just throwing in the whole priesthood act, and then roaring out to the media all he knew!  But those thoughts ended with the feelings he would end up dead!  Those behind his homicide making it look like he had gone a bit crazy, addressing the media about such utter nonsenses – like Little Green Men intermingling in our affairs –before finally decided to take the easy way out –to escape his madness!

In the end, all the gathered resent lead to a hardened person!  A person he would never  have believed existed in the kindly man he had been –who wanted to join the Order, to do good for mankind.  This story his housekeeper Nora Flynn would never know. And he would never see reason to tell her.  

       

                                                       The End