The CERN Revelation

THE CERN REVALATION: CH. 16,17,18

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Vatican City. Italy

Father Vesteri stood in front of the mirror in his cramped flat in one of the original buildings, which housed the cubicles for visiting priests, in Vatican City.

The Vatican was a consisting of a walled within the city of , . It encompassed one hundred and ten acres, and a population of just over eight hundred, making it the in the world.

His room consisted of an off-kilter chest of drawers, single bed, four garments on hangers in a closet with no door, and a mirror under a picture of Jesus and Mary. A mantel held rosaries, crucifixes, pictures of his parents and sister, and a jewel box with a ballet dancer doing a pirouette, were all that adorned the flat. The small size and starkness of his quarters did not concern him. His life was one of sacrifice and austerity

He picked up the cross, kissed it, then set it back down carefully. Pater, da mihi virtutem eius copias pugnare malis," he murmured. "Father, give me the strength to fight the forces of evil...no matter where they are found."

He looked carefully at his reflection in the mirror. He had changed. He held in his hands the fate of the Holy See. Surely others would recognize his anguish, his tortured soul. He was questioning the church, the Pope himself! Wasn't that enough to defrock him and excommunicate him from the church, a church he had devoted his life to? Did he still deserve to wear the cloth of a priest? Had he not abdicated that right? Versteri looked again. No. He was doing God's work. If the church was just and its mission righteous, it would withstand the scrutiny he felt compelled to subject it to.

He gathered the two plaques he brought back from Egypt and started to go out, then stopped, turned around, and grabbed a book on the bedside table: Physics of the Impossible. He rushed out of the apartment and took the spiral staircase down to the first floor. Once outside he walked one hundred meters to the south and entered the library.

The Bibliotheca Apostolica Vaticana was one of the great in the world and contained one of the most significant collections of historical texts. It held the , the oldest known nearly complete manuscript of the .

Vesteri entered the room with such a rush he attracted the attention of those immersed in research. The library normally exuded the peace and serentity of God. Mozart's 5th symphony concerto filtered down from speakers high up on the baroque walls. He could smell the accumulated knowledge of centuries past. Besides his intrusion, there was barely a murmur or even the sound of breathing.

On the far north end of the room, on the third tier, Vesteri found the book he sought: The Coming of the Antichrist.

He cradled the two books and the plaques in his arms and walked deliberately to a large table occupied by another priest. Father Jan Möller, at thirty-five, still had a youthful complexion, certainly when compared to the strain that showed in Vesteri's face. The younger man was animated in his gestures and expressed more faith in his voice.

Born and raised in Germany, Möller went to the finest preparatory schools, and was relieved of the need to live an austere life. He reach with both arms to hug Vesteri, but saw something dark in his friend's eyes and settled for a warm handshake instead.

"Father Möller," Vesteri whispered. "Grazie for meeting me on such short notice."

"Ja, Vater. But why the secrecy?"

"I have found something that may change the course of history," Vesteri said conspiratorially.

"Was ist das?" Möller questioned. His countenance changed from jovial to solemn. He leaned in closer to his friend, their faces only inches apart.