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THE ORIGIN OF THE INTRODUCTION TO THE CREATION OF THE
UNIVERSE ACCORDING GENESIS
I did it. The questions was : Now what?
But it was not to me to answer; I went back to my daily war with the animal on
two legs’ world reality. There is not life out there? There I was, stranded in
this world like a man from Andromeda Galaxy, telling no one who I was because
they would dissection me, autopsy me, analyze me, throw me to the trash because
after all, am just a human. Creatures of clay playing the intelligent life,
empty dead souls, brains full of violence, hates, vices, wrong conception of
power, minds dirty as the devil’s ass.
I was drinking my glass in Ibiza’s Pub
Street, where you could have a glass of hierba ibizenca and listen to good music, right in from of La Oreja Perdida’s bar.
Two beauties were sitting close to me, drinking their beers. I was too far in
time to be bothered so early in the evening. Suddenly an old native man began
to shout to the two beauties the greatest absurdities I’d never heard. He was
calling them whores, pieces of a bitch, and so much of a son of a bitch tongue.
He thought that the only two guys around we didn’t understand a fucking word of
what he was spitting out. I really got enough, I got my six feet up and roared
on his face a “Shut up the fuck up and get out of here or I fucking kill you”.
I was no kidding, and he could see it. I was born a Spanish after all. Chewing
his words, the bastard disappeared like a rat hiding in his hole from the wild
cat. The beauties were Swiss girls, pay me two wonderful kisses of thank you.
They went away. The other guy sat next to me was a forty year’s old tourist
from Belgium, a cascadeur.
As a matter of fact when he was my age he was a motorbike racing fellow, he
fell in a wreck and that was. But his blood was heavy and his mind too appassionato, in love with the wheel
thing, the wheels were his life, and he became a cascadeur,
one of those guys in the movies who play the dirty tricks with the motorbikes
and the cars. He heard me speaking in French with the girls.
“You want one of those hierba ibizenca chupitos,
big boy?”, he said.
“Yeah, why not?”
As you saw the guy sitting, with his beer
in his hands, you would talk of a hippy from the sixties. Long blond hair, long
blond beard. I saw in him a barbarian from the times of the Roman Empire. I
could figure him out with the axe, dressed in bear skin, shouting to the
Caesar, “come and get me”. Some things never change!
“What about you?” he said.
The guy was gonna leave the Island that night, get back home, had woman and child. I felt like
spitting my shit out, I was going to see him never again after all once we
finished our drinks. And sometimes a man, even if he is young, needs to talk to
someone else, you can’t speak with yourself all the time.
“Me? I’m stranded in this Island, man. I
am in the military police agenda. If they catch me they send me to hell. I got
no money and no passport. They will catch me soon or later anyway, I’m getting
used to that idea”.
He left me talk. I knew those old guys,
looking hippy, they always treated me like a little brother. They saw
themselves when they were twenty years old, full of life, a dreamer breaking
his bollocks against the wall of reality but still fighting to the last breath.
“Make love not war”. Fuck off. My dick make love, my soul make war. Drugs and
all that bullshit is for nuts. You gotta be a free
man even in hell. You gotta fight back the shit even
when you are swimming in a pool of shit. It may happen that you lose a battle,
the war is going on, get rest, get new breath, clear your mind, let your
muscles sleep, dawn always come back after the moonshine, the drum of war will
call you back to the fields, life or death, better dead than slave, live a free
man, die like a free man. Motherfucker’s rule is for slave. Motherfuckers rule
the world. Fuck it! I will not surrender.
I left my soul spit out all his essence in
the ear of a guy I never met before and I will never see again. He heard me
with the patience of an elder brother. Then I shut up my mouth and we drank our
next chupito of hierba ibizenca. For
a while we watched the people passing by, in and out of La Oreja Perdida.
Then he said :
“I can take out of this country”.
“How?” just for the record I wanted to
know.
“You wanna get
out? I get you out”
Though Spain had go over Democracy still
there was frontiers with France, and border police too.
“All right” said I. After all I had
nothing to lose. He could get in trouble if they got him with a mouse in his
Hippy Van. The idea didn’t make him quake. There was no need to talk about the
risk he would run into if.... He knew it and he had no fear at all, he would
get me out of the country.
We jumped in the Ferry to Barcelona, hit
the highway to Gerona and drove along the Coast. Around about the Frontier post
I hid my bones beneath a bunch of blanket; and that was, we were in France.
He had to hit Paris, and I thought there
was where my ticked took me; I had never thought on what would I do once I was
in France. But he would not let me go. “You’re coming home - he said -. You
need to sit in the shade and think on the direction your life is taking. Don’t
worry, my wife and my kid will adore you”.
His wife was an Italian Madonna with a
sister of my age, little older than me, she got me around her bed at night, and
during the day me and the big guy were hanging around the Liegeois county, very hilly and woody, wet and amiable. The only thing, they drank too
much. They drank a brown beer so strong that after the second bottle I had to
stop, they could keep on going all day long.
As days went by I became fond of their
kid, and he got terribly fond of me, I always had this effect on children since
I have lots of brothers and sisters to care. Time fly away, true to tell, and I
made my mind, going to South France for the grape picking thing, feed my pocket
a little bit, in this retarded planet people feel better when they have paper
in their pocket, and I had to stick to the rule.
Last night we stood finally alone one more
time, just like we were back in Ibiza in that little street, talking with
absolute freedom. He had his life, what was going to be of mine? His questions
were good, questions that I was dealing with, but you know?, sometimes you had
to speak them out to yourself, aloud, to better deal with the worries of your
soul.
From the simple things of life, the daily
thing, we moved to the things referred to the world of Time.
“I am immortal, because my soul is
immortal, this is all I know, my friend. Daily things don’t attire me. My soul
is always in the future. Am walking in Time. Space is just the waters where the
spirit of God was moving in the beginning. Matter is just bricks to create
things. What make us different from the world of the animal is our Soul.
Animals don’t conceive Time. The live Here and Now. They don’t build anything
because they don’t comprehend Time. Time is in the Nature of the Intelligence.
I know little, but I know I won’t retrograde back in evolution to fall in the
world of the animal. Humans are animals because their souls are dead. When
Jesus said, let the dead bury their dead, he was speaking about the souls of
men. Man’s soul is Immortal, the fire of Immortality is what made the Homo
Sapiens become The Man. The War is on, and I got to conquer, this is all what I
know”
The air was solid. The words were floating
between us. My Belgian friend looked like a prophet from old. And I could feel
the Presence of God. When He is around Space turns into a dimension isolated
from reality. He takes all, He fills all, you know He is there. The big guy,
for that matter, did not know my inner self. I never told anybody what was
going on in my Soul. Everybody got a limit, once you make them cross that limit
they don’t understand. I didn’t need to push the few good people I knew to meet
their limits. My life is mine, I didn’t need to put it at the stake, to be
criticized, scrutinized, judged. No way. Will you tell anybody? :“Yes, I just
come from the mountain, to ask God Intelligence at His Image”. Did I get any
answer? People speak alone, don’t they? You can speak to God, does God answer
you?
Was I waiting for God’s answer?
Yes, I was.
t got it that night, when like a Prophet
from old, he said :
“You will know everything, you will know
all the things”
I knew my big friend had no clue about the
meaning of his words. I knew right there that he was just a tool in the hands
of the God from whom I asked what I wanted most. And His answer was “YES”. I
knew that my friend was feeling that something very special was happening to
him. He could not identify the source; I could.
I remember a priest coming to my house
during the days before the baptism of one of my childs.
He could speak a very broken English. We managed anyway to have a conversation.
When the day for my child’s baptism came, that same priest, I could read it in
his eyes, was shocked as he was talking to me, by the perfection he was
suddenly speaking in English to me; I could read in his eyes asking himself
“who is this man?”; I knew his tongue had been untied. And I knew too that the
words he was saying to me were words coming from His Lord, because I had a hell
to go through.
The day I left Liege I felt absolutely
great. To give me His answer He had chosen a man looking like a real prophet
from old, to carve that moment in my soul, a moment to forget never, because
according to the wise men from old, the more you know, the more pain you go
through.
I wouldn’t think of the pain, but of the
joy. But the wind of the Spirit began to blow. Now it was not the time for
tears, whether of joy or of sorrow. I had to get back to Spain, do my military
service, begin my life again, this time with a new goal, the guitar man had to
give way to the thinker.
Easy to say, isn’t? Yesterday He takes me
out of the country, and Today He wants me back in the country. What? I was
free, why could not I begin my new life in France?
When does the imagination breaks into
reality anyway? I got to be sure that I was not freaking out. It was like
fighting with an angel. He is invisible but he has the power to move
everything, even the winds during days, to stop you under a storm so heavy that
you can’t not move from under the bridge you ran for refuge.
Finally I bowed my head. I crossed the
mountains, and wandered heading South like a leave on the hands of the wind
till is left on the ground, at the door of the Building where my mind and body
were raised to be a man, by the Carmelites. The place was shut. Even with my
hair long Father Gerardo recognize me four years after. I wandered for a while
around the village, the Guardia Civil came on me like flies to a honey cake, they find out my military situation,
called home, dad and mom came to the rescue, dad came in front, and I was given
three months before I joined the Navy.
Well, I had back my life. This time with a
new goal. To learn to play guitar you got to begin moving your fingers, to know
everything where will you start?
I had it very clear. I opened the Bible
and said to myself. How did God create everything?
He has created Heavens and Earth.
Fantastic! I always believed He did. Did I know the HOW?
There was something I did not know. There
was something to know. And I had been given Intelligence without limits, right?
Now go. Read something where everybody sees nothing.
Science says from longtime ago that the
Creation of the Universe according Genesis is an old poem equal to the
mythological tales of the Babylonian, Assyrians, and so forth. Even the
Christians says that the Creation Story is a Poem, that there is nothing
Historical in there.
What can you expect from an ignorant?
Wisdom?
Can the lion speaks the language of men?
Can men speak the language of God?
I broke my balls during many days staring
at that Door, finding the way in. It is not that the Genesis Story contain
nothing, it is us who are ignorant. Proud to be animals the only way to accept
our failure is denying the existence of any challenge. God had been challenging
the entire Human Race from the Days of Christ : “I did it. HOW I did it?”
Throughout the centuries all the thinkers
faced this challenge. All, without exception, all they failed. Some lost their
Faith, some kept their Faith no matter their failure.
There is a Hieroglyphic, and a
hieroglyphic has a key. Where was this key? With the key you can open the door
and you are welcome in and out at pleasure. That’s it what I had to discover,
the Key of the Genesis, the key to the Door of the Science of Creation.
I knew the Words by heart. They were in my
mind day and night. Like when making a puzzle and you try with the pieces, move
them here and there until you find the right positions, I spent the next weeks
playing with those words. “In the beginning God created Heavens and Earth.
Earth was confused and empty, but the Spirit of God moved on the waters. Then
God said : Let there be Light”.
That morning I had to go to the military
post to confirm that I was still home and ready to get my train to the Navy. I
rode the bus from my village to the city and back. I felt Heaven again. I left
my mind go. My soul was open to the blue sky, full with delight but empty from
pressure. Suddenly, that was : Fusion of the Crust of the Earth, sublimation of
the Atmosphere produced by the melting of the Crust, and solidification of the
Ice born from that Sublimation. The LIGHT was the Mantle of Ice with which the
Earth was dressed once that process was finished.
Then you break this Ice Mantle with the
Sun, the Two Blocks of Ice begins to retire to the Poles, and the waters of the
Mother Ocean fill the space between.
The Sun keeps evaporating the waters and
the lands rise.
The Three of Life spread the kingdom of
plants from the waters to the surface of the first continents and the
colonization of the Earth begins. The Prehistoric Forest begin to transform the
chemical composition of the primitive Atmosphere, while the fishes turn into
birds and creatures of the rivers. The birds transform into animals, and animals
into men. The chemical changings of the Atmosphere had been sweeping from the
surface of the continents the world of the dinosaurs and other worlds to us
unknown, until finally the Oxygen became king and the world became the domain
of the human being.
I had the Key. It was mine. I could get in
and out of the House of Creation with entire Liberty; and I had an entire Life
to grow, to dress this History with words of Cosmology. 21 years old and a
Future open to an adventure no limited by any wall.
When the bus reached my village I ran home
like one who got the lottery. My new life had begun.Now I knew that I had that what I asked for. “Ask, and you will be given”. I had no
doubt on my soul when I called Him.
But the world keep turning around, you
know? Three months pass away so quick. I was there, in the Navy, and the first
thing they did was terrorize me; they cut my hair, the guys sitting around
having an orgasm while watching the hairy hippy’s head be turned into a
broom’s. Fuck me! When I saw myself, while the guys were laughing to death, I
nearly had a heart attack.
Well, in the barrack the food was Ok. The
discipline, stupid, but nothing to be afraid of. One, two, tree, right; one two
tree, fuck you. All day long. Out in the street we were animals, in there, we
became machines, stupid machines, saying yes to everything, you are no one,
just a piece of a chain and you got to follow the general motion. If you break
it the guy in charge comes, hit you, curse you, later he hugs you, a fucking
game, the game of war.
I signed for the submarines. But my
fugitive time was a cross on my record and they send me North, where Franco was
born, to the place where all the freaks of Spain were redirected from their
first assignments. There we met all, guys coming from jail, from psychiatric
institutions, guys like me too, a weirdo in the midst of a garbage factory.
Luckily the place had a Library. In their free time the guys were mostly
drinking and smoking. It was nobody’s secret that the military was a school for
drunkards. You came in drinking beer and you went out drinking hard alcohol for
the rest of your life. The good thing about that place was that as everybody
was tough nobody gave shit for nobody. In the normal barracks the soldiers were
like children wasting their time in jokes and fucking things. The newcomer had
to go through a lot of shit before he was left alone, and when that happened
the idiot joined the oldies in doing the same bullshit to the new newcomers. In
my barrack that shit never happened. Every single newcomer was a bird on fire,
totally screwed up. You don’t wanna mess with the
devil. We were all there because they kicked our asses in. In the others
barracks they joined the Army or the Navy thinking that they will come out and
back home like real men. Nuts!
I shut myself in that Library with my Old
Bible and forgot of anything else. To keep in shape I joined the handball team;
I was playing in the Lyceum handball team of my village. I loved it.
I had 18 months in all to do. One year was
nearly gone when the locked me down for two months in the local military
prison. I had to pay my fugitive time.
As I entered there my God came to visit
me, introduce me to His Father, opened me His Heart and gave me to know His
Unification of the Churches’ Will.
I came out of that prison one month before
Christmas. The challenge who would give my life a new and definitive turn,
began. My resistance to take it was hard and strong. This time there was no
wind to shake and bring a storm over me until I give up. This time the storm
was in my soul. I mean, I had everything; I would get out of the Navy in six
months, I had time to focus on my next step and enter into the Civilization,
slowly but firmly. If I got on that train, what should it be of me? How a
deserter could work the Unification of the Churches?
For no purpose; this time was not an
angel, but my God Himself who was rising the storm, not in the wind, but in my
soul. Father, mother, brothers, sisters, friends, myself, all behind. “You are
now mine”. I was His since my mother’s womb anyway. I got on that train. The
suite is written. I don’t know. It’s Sunday, rainy, cold, and I need a coffee
to cheer me up.
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