#rebirth2
The years passed. The giants had adopted Jean as one of theirs. He too belonged to this race. At least, that was the impression he felt.
He was part of a family. A father and a mother who loved him, brothers, friends ... A small community belonging to an immense world, but without remembering what he had been before. A new life, a new path opened before him. A few years to understand the meaning of the words of the giants. A few years to interact with them, and to know everything about their civilization.
During all this learning time, images of the past came back to him, but he did not know what they could represent or where they came from. During his first seven years in this world, he did not care what the future might hold for him. Learning was his lot. One day, when he was seven years old, when the images of the past had to be banished forever from his memory, they became more insistent. Some process had started again, and he did not understand what was going on inside him. Whenever he undertook to define his presence in this world, he encountered nonsense. Nobody could help him understand. Neither his mother nor his father could or wanted to give him answers. The most striking thing about this memory of the past was the sign that haunted his mind. A strange calligraphy that had nothing to do with those of this world, neither of the present, nor of antiquity. He felt a strange feeling about this sign, as if he were to wear it and be in the public eye. Jean drew him wherever he could. Some asked him what it might represent, but he did not know what to say. Only that it mattered to him ... The years went by without other reminiscences of the past. Jean was taught the culture of giants. His desire to learn was enormous, but his intellectual abilities did not follow. He had the mind of one everyone, just adapted to the minimum of understanding, and to the understanding of how the world works. That was the learning of social life ...
Yet there were questions that did not have answers. General education did not prepare for the resolution of the enigmas of Being, and no one could give him a beginning of explanation on the questions he asked himself. The civilization of the giants carried with it a knowledge of the spirit which was called religion, and which in the eyes of Jean could have given him a track to follow. Unfortunately, he quickly realized that the giants had misled this science of the mind towards goals other than those originally targeted. This science had been banished from society, denigrated, and reformed over the centuries, clinging more to power than to the service of beings. The learned giants, those who held power, had recourse to the opinion that this science of the mind had done more harm than to serve men. They wanted their race to continue unhindered, only to reach the harmony of natural laws. This great people had great knowledge in all fields of natural forces. They knew how to capture, direct, and even copy them for the sake of civilization. They had built a reputation in the universe. They had become invincible since mastering natural forces. They compared themselves to the ancient gods with a power of life and death over everything they were masters ... Everything that went wrong was destroyed and put out of their Truth.
These gods reigned over the universe, but their knowledge ran up against the definition of the first cause. They were clamoring to whoever wanted to hear it that their world was the center of the universe, and that, as such, they too were the center, the center of the centers. Self-centered gods without filiation with the First Cause. Jean did not think the same thing. He put himself behind the preconceptions of the giants. He could not admit this notion of center. He thought, on the contrary, that if there was to be a center, only the First Cause could occupy it. This Law must be the same for all known and unknown universes of the giants ... Somewhere in him, what was sleeping was waking up more and more. The time had come for him to finally understand the meaning of the symbol he wrote everywhere. Fragments of his past memory were recovering. He managed to remember certain rules that arose from his subconscious. An inner voice whispered, "Do not use force, but use wisdom!
All his adolescence, he spent it trying to remember his past. He felt the emotions and the images of unknown places. Other days, they were symbols, figures that appeared to him, without him really understanding the meaning. Only time would allow this puzzle to be put back in order.
Wherever he could, he was looking for clues to understand. Popular books lent themselves to this kind of research. Certainly in the world of giants, some had understood that knowledge should be the prerogative of some elites. It was during this time that her childish spirit sought the secrets of nature. In this, he did not derogate from the instruction of the giants. Like them, he was convinced that she could reveal to him the secrets of the First Cause. The giants had been able to define the forces of nature. At least, that's what they thought. They could not imagine going beyond the material barrier. What they could see, that alone could be the expression of Truth. For the rest, everything was a wanderer of unhappy esotericists, scholars, without recognition of the learned elite in the pay of the power of great men. The more they ventured on this path, the less they progressed towards the unification of laws. Some even gave up, relying on the immanence of an indefinable entity: God. Then, others, thinking of coming to the question that burns all the lips: And before God, what? In their research, the giants circled like the universe. They lost themselves in conjectures more and more scabrous. It was necessary that their people believe them, that they remain those masters whom long centuries had conceived. Jean was also going around in circles. The knowledge of the giants was not enough to understand the force that governed the universe. It was necessary to find a cause that is the same for all systems. Learn, learn again and again; opening your eyes, ears. Be attentive to all known and unknown manifestations. Do not evade one only under the condition that the moment is not that of his understanding. But keep it in reserve for a time that would allow the study and resolution of the equation. To experience everything, and to pass to the crucible of knowledge. The alchemist is not dead. The philosopher's stone remains, at all times and in all the worlds, the object of an incessant quest. As a patient alchemist, Jean succeeded in reconstructing ancestral knowledge, as well as that of the past of another world. He had come to understand what the meaning of the giants' common language should be. This language had something to do with the sign he wrote. But how to make it clear to the doctors of the language that he, the laboring ant had come to this understanding, without having ever been introduced to the art of comparative language. Just crazy, who does not know what he says!
"... Keep this teaching to yourself, and do not yet share with those who can not understand ..."
What was that inner voice that each time supported him? He did not know it. But he realized that she was damn right. Even his parents did not understand him. So...
Different. He felt this idea of difference, as if he had never belonged to this strange world of contradictory ideas. On the one hand, the power of materialism, and on the other, that power, put under the bushel, of religion. Religion did not make sense. It did not draw its source from the forces of nature. It was what the giants had imposed. They had never been able to understand what brought sentient beings to this sense of dependence on an immanent force. Even in the harshest of physical realities, metaphysics took over again each time, and reduced to nothing the hope that the giants had in the knowledge of natural causes.
Few were those who tried to stop the process of chronic ignorance of materialists. They had much to do to convince, using the same arguments as their detractors. The power of materialism is to say that society is drifting towards esotericism when people do not know which model to refer to. Which could be true, in a way; but what must be still more true is that the spirituality of beings remained and will remain stronger than the power of matter. A rage of power, which feigns the acceptance of this truth, and which every day sinks into the deepest abysses of renunciation. Do not leave future generations evidence of another truth. Burn history by burning sacred texts. To burn the future of the peoples, so that the power of the material survives. Fear of the inconceivable unknown. Abominable fear of this gulf that separates them from Truth. On this gaping void, they have built a monkey bridge that jiggles and pitch whenever their dangerous footsteps slip into it. They are free, and in the name of this claimed freedom, they hinder that of others. They are free to venture on this terrible passage, and to lead others there, who do not know where they are going. They invent worlds, with no real rules other than those of the past of their civilization. One more step to escape the fate that awaits them. One day they will know what their ignorance was, and they will cover their faces. Some places still contained this amount of truth which was not theirs. Those who were in charge of guarding this treasure knew, just like Jean, the terrible fate they would have if they were to reveal anything when the time had not yet come. Some ancient writings gave the proofs. Jean had to know what they were teaching.
He was able to read some of these sacred books, but was still hungry. All seemed to be going in the same direction, but in the last sentence there was still a kind of question mark. The solution was not in the books. She was somewhere else but where?
Time passed, and no one seemed to be concerned by the dismay of the giants. The more they had advanced on the path of material knowledge, the more the disparities were evident between beings. They had the opportunity to reach a perfect world, but somewhere they gave it up. Did they have to forget the sum of their knowledge? That they too are falling into the void of memory?
Jean knew. His memory was becoming clearer. He finally managed to conceive the reason for his presence in the world of giants. Knowing what had happened to those who, like him, had had a fair vision of their destiny, he resigned himself to keeping quiet and waiting for the right moment. The giants were good fellows, but they should not attack their ideas. The force that sustained him was more present. It seemed to her that she was calling him. The only weapon Jean had to defend himself from the giants' world was his mind. Even more, the memory of past things. All the time he had free, he devoted it in search of union with this force. When night came, in the solitude of being, before plunging into oblivion of sleep, he drew his mind into contact with this force. He unlocked the locks of his subconscious. Behind every door that opened was a legend: The One Who Knows.
It was May of the giants, that the events went rushing. For the next six months, his mind was assailed by various phenomena. Calculations, images, various expressions, abrupt explanations of such and such significant events. Names of illustrious unknowns who will become known after the fact. Explanations given in ancient languages. Cruel game, where knowledge was revealed only after the fact. Successful and unsuccessful searches. Only time gave reason to the information. His family saw him, wandering in the family home. Sometimes he dialogued with an invisible interlocutor, admonishing him of all the names of birds in the universe. He took his head, could not take any more of this sum of knowledge. It was too much for him. He asked that this terrible ordeal cease. He, who had asked so much, received at once all he needed to know. But he was unable to sort everything. No time ... even if he became completely crazy. At least that was what everyone thought. In the rare moments of respite that his invisible teacher left him, he asked for grace. So, could he start to analyze all the data ...
Parallel to these events, others were happening in the society of giants. Some ancient writings made mention of these events. But no one believed in them anymore. Only the fruit of chance. Jean informed his relatives. He explained to them what he knew. But they, to believe nothing, hear nothing and see nothing. He was crazy. They were assured ...
All he had left was his world of dreams. There, he knew how to draw strength. There too, he discovered strange beings. Such was the case of this dream that he made one day.
In this dream, he had reached, naked, in the enclosure of a temple. Inside this one was assembled the assembly of some strange beings. They looked exactly like the giants. Still, this resemblance was limited. It was impossible to distinguish clearly what they were. They were covered with a large piece of white linen. A hood covered their faces, and one could only distinguish the thin pink net from their lips. Impressive and hieratic silence. Jean was standing before this assembly, and remained silent, motionless. The one who stood in the center and who seemed to preside over the assembly made a gesture, in the sense that he asked Jean to come forward. Approaching closer Jean still could not distinguish the faces. Only the lips that wrinkled slightly and let distill a murmur incomprehensible. Behind this Areopagus, there were hangings hanging, suspended in total emptiness. Unreal impression! An effigy had been drawn there. It represented a kind of golden triangle, with a center sound a smaller triangle of red color. As he tried to distinguish his guests, the one in the center said:
"This is the one who has been asking us for so long for so long. You who are gathered here, know what are his prayers. He only knows what those below know. We who are gathered in this place we must judge this man, not in his actions, but the follow-up to give to his research. This man who appeared before this assembly refused the law of free will. He has always trusted this strength that supports him, and has undertaken the process of continuing the mission that has been commissioned. This mission was to take him before us. I remind the assembly that this man is like one of us, that he was one of us. For so long that we ourselves have undertaken our mission, we have too often remained unanswered at the prayers of those below. The moment had not come, the man had not come. Whoever is in front of this assembly has suffered the hardships we have assigned to him. The will of the one who knows has been fulfilled. I think I speak on your behalf to all and send him my greetings ..."
Turning back to Jean, he continued:
"Approach, young man. You will receive the reward of your efforts. What you asked us will give you. We know that you will act for the good of all. Some secrets will be revealed to you now and others will be revealed later. This is of little importance. We know that you need help, and for this reason, we decided to join you as a trustworthy person. She will follow you in your quest. You will be able to relate to her as many times as you want."
Jean listened without saying anything. He who spoke to him pointed to a corner of the temple. In the shadows, another assembly was standing. About twenty people were waiting for orders.
"May the one chosen for you show him himself! Go to him, he will go to you. You will be bound until your mission is completed ..."
One of the shadows came out of the shadows. She too wore the white coat, and her face was, like the others, hidden by the hood. He held clasped hands on his chest. A gesture of humility, of reverence, we do not know ...
Jean did as he was told to do. He went to the unknown. The other took him by the shoulder. A father, a son? In any case, the demonstration of a particular attachment. They both went to a place that Jean had never remembered. As for the others, they disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Jean did not know their names, who they were and where they came from. The only thing he was sure of was that this contact was something more real, than a mere dream could be ...