#revelations2
One night, the morale to zero, he relies on the power of dreams. The guides should give him an answer. Otherwise, they would be the target of invective survivors.
The night sky was lit by this strange and new moon that was fighting with the old. The sky had lost that blackness that was habitual to him. Swarms of shooting stars streaked the universe. Jean remembered the scriptures. The moment of the last conflagration had come. They were the only ones who could admire the terrible spectacle ...
Jean lay on his bed, and closed his eyes. He went once again to the world he loved. In this world he knew that nothing impossible could be done. this world was that of the messenger with rainbow eyes, but also of The One Who Knows ...
Sleep seized him. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that his room was bathed in that soft, golden pink glow. In front of him stood the messenger with rainbow eyes.
At last she had come! Jean knew well that his prayers would not remain a dead letter. He greeted her, got up and held out her arms towards her ...
She had not changed. She was still beautiful, sweet and loving. Yet he felt that this beauty was even greater. He did not know that the beauty was ready for her wedding day.
She talked with him about the difficulties faced by those at the top. She also told him that he should not worry about these problems. He must have no doubt. Soon he would meet The One Who Knows.
As she spoke, he saw the images of his life flashing through his head. He understood everything that had happened. He knew that she was the meaning of the mission with which he had been charged. Everything was in the mold.
She reminded him of the fate of this son who fled from Juby. He had broken the fragile bonds of their old world. It was he who was at the head of those above. He who was to bring back his father. But did he know? He had been severely slandered by The One Who Knows. He had to help Jean so that the plans of The One Who Knows are finally fulfilled. This son was still reluctant. He, too, depended on the will of The One Who Knows. He would have to hand over his power to The One Who Knows, and admit that until now, he was mistaken.
Jean listened to him. He foresaw the goal. He understood the purposes of The One Who Knows, and admitted the goal with the greatest dignity ...
She took leave, assuring her that she would serve as an emissary between him and his son. He would answer his message ...
The room returned to normal.
A roar came from outside. His friends were moving about in all directions. One of them entered, wildly, big drops of sweat beading on his forehead.
"Jean! Come to see ! The star has become as big as the sun. What will happen now?"
Madness and fear were on his face. Jean did not have time to think about what to say. He jumped out of bed, wrapped himself in the blanket and out of his house. Some lamented, prostrate against the walls of their homes. The others ran in all directions. No place to go ... Prisoners of a fatal event hovering over their heads ...
He was running after them.
"Do not lose hope my friends! What must happen will happen for the good of this world! What we are going to lose, we will find it elsewhere ..."
He was trying to grab one or two by their arms. He stared at them, looking for that soul that seemed to be fleeing from all adversity.
"We must prepare ourselves again and again. Those from above will make us hear the answer to the message!"
The message ! For years they had been waiting for this answer. They had lost the hope that she would reach them one day. And then there was this terrible threat of that livid face that looked at them from the sky. Some were convinced that Jean was like their former leaders. He had lied to them. He did not know what the future would be. Terrible children, the giants were always ready to stone a prophet who did not know the dates ...
While some would have liked to seize it, others, still in hope, served him as a shield ...
The machine was still emitting. They did not know if it would last long ... He showed it to them. She was there ... Their only hope of getting out ... The transmitter sent a last message ...
The sun did not let pass more than a thin luster of its superb. The moon was just as fragile in front of the monster besides space. The two ancient lords of heaven had become bright red, like two sparkling rubies. They were bleeding by the invader. Another fight, another war that would shake the world and the world of giants ...
And then the impossible was realized. The transmitter clicked. The signal of a transmission from elsewhere was heard:
"JUBY EL AA ... JUBY EL AA ..."
Jean thought the messenger had done her job. At last they had answered. Jean's friends had calmed down. An intense emotion animated them. For the first time since history, the giants received a message from other peoples of the universe.
Jean knew the language of those above. It was necessary to translate. Those from above had a perfect knowledge of the giants' language. For the second time, the transmitter was spitting a message:
"JUBY IS HERE ... KNOW YOUR INTENTIONS ..."
Jean feverishly tapped the answer on the keys of the transmission keyboard.
"YOU KNOW WHAT MUST COME FROM THIS WORLD. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO SAVE WHAT REMAINS. HELP US IN OUR SAVINGS!"
The companions of Jean who were with him, asked questions. What did he want to say about the future of their world? What should this event be more terrible than the past war? One of his companions changed his mind. He asked him to explain the thing.
"Now you had confidence in me, and you were right. What are these events? You could have known that by reading the old scriptures. They mentioned the existence of this wandering star in the universe, and its return to our solar system, but few believed it. Some have even obliterated some information, so that no one understands the meaning of these data transmitted by your fathers. They were assured that this event would not happen. They were assured of holding the power of the universe. But, see what happened to your company. No one can stop this celestial mechanism anymore. The power of the giants is useless.
This star that enters our system is not under the control of the sun. He comes and leaves as he sees fit. His race is defined by a greater force than you ever imagined. All that is below is in the image of what is above. What governs forces works at all levels of creation. A leap in time ... A leap to another universe ... The events that will occur are the first fruits of another, more important, but this can not be revealed for the moment ... "
They listened to him attentively. They were forced to rely on the evidence. All that Jean had told them had happened.
Directives had been given by those above. Their scanners had detected some traces of life scattered on the devastated globe. The radiation had become weaker. Jean and his family could go in search of the few lost survivors.
As the first expeditions began to move, the transmitter gave more and more information for the final realization. Even those from above felt a fear of the Event.
Jean knew that. He kept hope. He had not made all these sacrifices in vain ...
The explorers did not think the world was so devastated. The charred remains of civilization had not been smoking for a long time. Erosion had removed everything that had been weakened by successive bombardments. The ghostly shadows of nature were outlined on some rocks both whitened and blackened by nuclear fire. Apocalyptic landscape ... The earth became like a lifeless moon, where explorers left the imprint of their feet. It was no longer a small step for the man and a giant step for eternity. They were small steps of defeated giants, to an eternity they knew to be fragile. Where to find a remnant of survivors in this dark jungle, without animal life, without plant life. A huge mine of anthracite open sky ... Not a living soul. Were they the only survivors of the furnace? Those from above had detected traces of life. She must have been somewhere ...
The gray dust stuck to their clothes. They had become like the world, chameleons melting into a hostile environment. Find landmarks, help yourself with stars still visible. Move to what had been the centers of their ancient civilization. These cities were teeming with life. All had not been annihilated under fire.
How to recognize a city after such a big disaster? The noise, the agitation, the smells, there was nothing left ... Even the wind whistled in silence. The sounds were damped by the gray dust that covered everything ... Moonshine, magician who metamorphoses things ... They sank into her lair, hope pegged to the body, a soul emerges from nothingness ...
They went through arid defile, traces of water that was lacking. Torrents of dust, lifeless. Despair, no trace ... And then, as if by a miracle, smells, muffled noises. Finally a sign that somewhere, there, life had taken over his rights ...
Dark shadows moved, imperceptible. Explorers were scrutinized with eyes full of fear. The survivors had acquired the art of dissimulation. They too had become perfect chameleons. They had returned to the usages of a past time. More lyrics. Grunts. Beasts frightened. Wild people. The only memory that remained to them was that of their chromosomes. They had always been animals ...
They were hidden in the dark, waiting to emerge and master the explorers of life ... One of Jean's friends remembered that only the terror of fire could keep these lost beings away. They lit one, and sat in a circle. They waited for the savages to show themselves ...
Their brothers in humanity had nothing to do with what they had been before. The radiations had metamorphoses ... Do not resign yourself. They were still their human brothers.
One of them stepped forward. Perhaps he still had deep memories of the past. Maybe he recognized what he had been before. He seemed to be less affected than the others. Was he lucky?
The contact was made. The other animals were waiting in the shadows. Appeased, they relied on the explorers of life. They had succeeded in their mission. The few souls, lost and fragile, could be brought back to a more lenient land. Yet, they still had a problem to solve. These men and women no longer looked good ...
Finally, the emissaries returned to Jean. With them, a cohort of poor, dazed wretchess. They did not know what was happening in this place. Jean's companions were trying to make them recover their memory. Relearn to live. Relearn to be men ... All did not hear him in the same way. The long decay that had been theirs no longer allowed them to conceive what a civilization should be. They relied on the forces of nature. New forces, with in the sky a fight of Titans. The gods were fighting each other for power over these new mortals ... They had conceived of being docile servants of this new sterile world. Nobody would make them believe anything else. So, part of this remnant of humanity returned to its arid desert of gray dust, not wanting to know what the world would become ...
Those who had stayed with Jean's companions were still numerous. This haven of peace was not big enough to contain them all. But we had to live with it. Sounds, smells, complaints, life ... That was what mattered. Then Jean wanted to make a census of all these beings who were there.
The monster of space had become imposing. Strange phenomena were happening in the sky. Tongues of fire escaped the monster and darted toward the sun. The ground groaned, moaned under the assaults of the monster. Enormous forces were involved. In places, crevices vomited a molten rock tongue and exhaled foul odors. The great seas, covered with slag, black as a sheet of oil, were raging and coming, dying on shattered shores. Whole coasts were disappearing under the blows of knocks. Other lands emerged from the depths of the abyss and immediately sank into a great tumult.
Jean asked those on high that they help them. There did not seem to be any more time to lose. They had no more resources to make a vehicle that could accommodate all the people there. Why wait for them?
Somewhere in the sky, people were coming together to make a decision that concerned them too. Those from below had asked for help. They always did it when it was too late. Some even said that those from below had not kept the principles of the law of The One Who Knows. To save them would be to jeopardize their whole society. For once, the terrible guardians of heaven felt the fear ...
They could not make that decision. It was necessary for another to do it for them. Jean was appointed to form a kind of tribunal. He would be the only one to say who would be worthy of being admitted into the world of those above.
Advised, Jean replied that he did not agree. The only judges, it must be them, those from above. They had created this race in the universe. They now had to face their destiny. They could save or destroy.
Their leader was responsible for this choice. It was he who in the past had destroyed the link between worlds. It was he who, by his thirst for power and creation, had set himself to enslave his creatures. It is up to him now to decide their fate, to decide the fate of Jean.
Jean let them marinate in their souls and consciences. He knew that these events had already occurred in the distant past. Those above were fathers. They, those from below, children. No father will ever reject what comes from within. In his recollections, Jean saw the image of the advent of Héolagampa ... The citadel of heaven had to open its doors. At the top they had no choice. Jean knew it ...
After a moment which seemed to be an eternity, the son of Jean deigned to give his answer.
He had been outvoted. Chief, he was no longer. The verdict rendered by the commission of the high celestial spheres was as follows. Jean's son had made one mistake too much. They could not follow him anymore. They would do right to Jean's request ...
A long silence followed. Jean and his friends were looking at each other. Those above had changed their leader. But for them, what had been decided?
After a while, the transmitter started to crackle again. Another message reached them. Someone else had spoken. At the moment, Jean could not recognize this voice. She came from even further than he imagined. That voice, she seemed familiar to him. It was only after a while that he remembered who it was. His other son, the one who stayed with his beloved ...
Jean's second son explained that he had managed to rejoin his elder brother, while Jean had just disappeared from their world. The One Who Knows sent him on a mission to find him. It had to be this way before two people as close as a son and his father came to fight each other ...
Now that it was done, the world of the giants and all that was left could be saved.
In the sky, which was blushing more and more, a cloud was pierced revealing a glimmer more blinding light than the star of days. In the center of the light emerged, with the amazed eyes of the giants, a strange shape ...
What came to them was shaped like a cube. The cube was dotted with marvelous lights. Around the cube, other lights seemed to twirl while drawing beautiful arabesques. All this set slowly descended on the horizon. The giants had their tongues hanging. They remembered what Jean had told them: "... a wonderful show ..."
When the cube had reached a certain altitude, the lights at its side were unified so as to create a sort of luminous belt.
The cube stopped its progression. He had stopped in the air. The people of the giants, this remnant of humanity, had a slight murmur. What could this cube be, and what was it? All the while, Jean had stayed near the transmitter. He was waiting for more information. Time was ticking his seconds ... Another message reached him.
"Father, regroup the giants. That they get in line of fifty people! Get rid of an area of one thousand two hundred meters in circumference so that our shuttles can land ... Tell your friends that when we approach your camp, you will have to put your faces on the ground. Otherwise, you could incur serious damage ... Wait for the order of the pilots to get on board ... One more thing, do not let the panic take over the giants ... You run no danger so much that you comply with the directives ... "
Jean gave these instructions to all his friends, and rows of giants were set up all around the area that had been marked ...