Martin Fieber - He Who Returned

Michael looked around. No one. No human being far and wide.

What is that supposed to mean, I have found them again?” he asked into the storm which was still raging all about. He shook his head as he noticed that he was speaking with himself again. “You have found them again.” The voice spoke a second time. It seemed as if the voice came from somewhere inside him.

Did he now have to worry about truly going crazy? Ah well, nothing was crazier than being sent here by Jesus through a dream anyway.

Michael packed away his tools and considered the suitcase. Good thing that is was a fairly inconspicuous suitcase, which meant that he would be able to carry it fairly easily and it would not draw attention when he reached densely populated Jericho. The suitcase was lighter than it looked. After a brief pause in the shade of the rock and a good swig of water Michael started on his way back. It was a long road – and quite strenuous with the suitcase. Late in the evening he finally arrived in his run-down but cozy hotel in New-Jericho.

In his hotel room he threw the backpack and the suitcase unto his bed and first of all took a long shower. After that he settled down in front of the suitcase. But how was he was he supposed to open it? It really was quite light, much lighter than aluminium and looked much sturdier. No lock was visible, not even an edge at which he could have tried leverage with a screwdriver or such. Only the handle was visible. He pressed against the suitcase from every side, shook it, but nothing happened. How was he supposed to open it? Frustrated and downcast he let his head drop onto the surface of the suitcase. He quickly lifted his head in surprise, for an electronic beep sounded and the suitcase opened itself as if my magic and as quietly as the CD-player in his office.

Michael grew pale. Several papyrus scrolls, a robe, a wooden cross – it smelled like olive wood – a couple of sandals and a cup, which had probably served as a drinking vessel for wine. Underneath it all there were three parchment scrolls. Michael shook his head in disbelief. What had he found here? The Holy Grail? Papyrus scrolls? What was so important and interesting about these scrolls, that he had had that dream?

Gingerly Michael took all of the items out of the suitcase and placed them next to himself on the bed.

The papyrus scrolls were numbered. There was one very large one, and several smaller ones. Truly incredible. And they felt like they had been treated somehow, as if they had been preserved. He sorted the papyrus scrolls and opened the ties that bound them. It was amazing. They were truly old. His feeling told them they could not be fakes. Somehow the writing seemed familiar to him. Only now he recognized that they were written in Greek. Greek, not Aramaic or Hebrew, which he would have been able to recognize, but not read. He ensured himself: all of the scrolls had been written in Greek, also the beautiful parchment scrolls. However the rewriting on the parchment scrolls differed considerably from the other numbered scrolls. Also the parchment scrolls seemed to have been preserved. Amazing, he thought.

As he held the last of the parchment scrolls in his hands and wanted to put it down on the bed, he noticed a thin capsule lying in the floor of the suitcase. A capsule which, like the suitcase itself, consisted of very thin metal. He opened it and noticed, that he could crunch the metal like a piece of paper, yet it returned to its original form. Fascinating, Michael thought. But what really took his breath away were the DVDs which were inside the capsule. Exactly three of them. How in the world did these DVDs get inside of this suitcase and how did the suitcase get into the cave underneath the large rock?

He was not able to do anything with the scrolls right now. But fortunately Michael had brought along his laptop. Actually he had wanted to get some work done on the plane. Much to the displeasure of his wife, who always complained that he worked too much. The company could also survive without him for a while, she always said. He almost would have given in and left his laptop at home, but a feeling inside him had told him to take it anyway. Now he knew why.

Michael was excited. He could not explain it himself. It looked like the DVDs should fit. He hastily turned on his laptop and waited till it had started and then placed the first DVD into the drive. Although the technology seemed to come from the future, the DVD worked. He was given several options. Pushing aside his doubts, he started with the first point on the menu, the introduction. He pressed play.

A very handsome man appeared on his screen. However he could have also passed as a woman with his gentle and yet striking facial features. His hair was shoulder-length black, with silver streaks, which however did not make him look old, but rather lent him an august and noble aura. His eyes were gold-colored and radiated harmonic warmth. He had a royal blue gown on, which reached from his neck to his feet, leaving only his golden shoes and his hands visible. An amulet on his breast displayed an eight-pointed star within a spiral. The skin of the man was of a bronze hue. The man smiled, and it seemed as if his whole body laughed. It seemed secondary that he was standing in a large futuristic room with many screens and countless small lights – the room reminded him vaguely of the star ship Enterprise – for the man outshone everything else. A joyous energy took hold of Michael as he saw the man standing there. The camera zoomed in closer toward the man, till only his face was visible. No wrinkle, no blemish, no stubble was visible, only pure shining bronze skin.

“My name is Tai Shiin”, the man began to say in German. His voice was both soft and so energetic, that Michael’s whole body vibrated. “I am a Santinian. We Santinians are at home in the solar system Alpha Centauri and have been taking care of your earth and its inhabitants for over 4000 years. So we have also been taking care of you. Please excuse my direct address, but we Santinians do not know any form of communication other than pure souls to soul communication.”

Astounded, Michael thought, this guy does not need to excuse himself. He was too amazed to even form a coherent thought. This Tai Shiin stood in a large round room, which had an elevated seat in the middle with screens and some holographic elements. This room was completely enveloped in windows, some of which were darkened.

“Before you immediately disregard my words as untrue, I have to tell you, that the following story the story of all stories, is not that which you call science-fiction. For there already are enough fantasy stories and fairy-tales on your Earth. Sadly, you are still lacking the true knowledge of natural laws. You humans are still lacking the knowledge of the true magic of the universe. You are still lacking the knowledge about other star-people that inhabit the endless universe and anti-universe.

Do you truly believe such children’s tales, for example that the star of Bethlehem was a comet which stood in the sky many nights and days and sometimes moved east and sometimes west? Do you truly believe that the prophet Jonas spent three days and nights in the belly of a whale? Not even the smallest child believes this nowadays until it is poisoned by the lies of your theological institutions and wrong historical traditions.

It is not my intention to unsettle you with my words, but they should jolt you into awareness and shed light on your hidden thoughts and feelings, so that a place can be made in you for that, which you are about to see. I want to bring light into your thoughts so that you can explain und decode many riddles of humankinds history by yourself with a little logic. After all, you managed to find these scrolls.” Tai Shiin paused.

Michael paused, feeling confused. He stopped the DVD, for what he needed now was some quiet in his mind. Tai Shiin had mentioned, that he had found the scrolls. If only Susanne were here, she would surely be able to explain everything with her unique farsightedness. And besides, the spiritual world was closer to her than him.