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The Messenger from the Past
 
 
 
 
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For fifty years I, have been a prisoner of time in the deep freeze of Antarctica. A frozen mummy caught in the iron claws of death to be freed by the modern technology that brought me back to life. For fifty years time stood still, frozen and waiting for the return from the other side ...  
  
I still remember in vivid colors the day when this experiment was started. It was a hot day in August when I left from Atlanta. My destination was Antarctica. 
  
A research and development facility; known as” The Cryogenic Center for Life Restoration”. Here, I was to be placed in a deep cryogenic controlled freeze as part of the research into body preservation and life restoration. 
  
It was a very controversial subject back in the 90's. Many scientific, religious and political boundaries were crossed to make this project possible. There were many believers and many non believers in the success of this experiment. As much as I have forced myself to believe that it was possible to return from the death, something inside of me an inner voice kept telling me not to fool myself. I heard that voice over and over again. The question: “Do you really think that the humanity will survive another fifty years?” kept repeating in my mind. I have waited fifty year for an answer to that question. 
  
The day I have entered the crypt that was to be my home for fifty years, I had mixed emotions and fears of the unknown. After all, I was to be frozen to death with no sedatives or other chemical intervention that could alter the balance and composition of the body.  
  
I was there embracing my own death and destiny. I was alone in the universe, a separate entity awaiting the return to the great origins and unity with the Creator of all things. 
  
I have entered the cryogenic crypt and heard the sound of the locks closing. The point of no return, I thought. It felt so warm and peaceful inside. I congratulated myself for being so calm and so brave. Then it started to get cold ... My feet and hands were numb and frozen. I was thinking that this is Antarctica after all and is expected to be cold. I thought about the heat back home and the stiff cold up here. It was funny to me how the same planet can be so hot and so cold at the same time. Just like me, except that I was getting colder all over and shivering out of control. I said to myself: “now you have entered the glacial age”. I thought that was funny and began to laugh and laugh uncontrollably until ... I have entered the light. Then it all stopped. 
  
When I was awaked, the world appeared like a dream from a different dimension, a portal of time to a possible previous existence. Then it all began to come back to me.  
  
The experiment, the notion of time and space and that feeling of life and how it was entering my body.  
  
They have showed me documentaries and movies about the wonderful progress made by humanity in the last fifty years. 
  
All the beautiful things and all the inventions that made life on Earth so unrecognizable to me. I felt so alone, so left behind. A relic of the past, an empty bottle waiting to be filled with the wonders of this new and wonderful world.  
  
That was about to change when they took me to the most advanced military facility in the world.  
  
I observed this so called electromagnetic assault armored vehicle equipped with sionic waves weapons that can bring to a cryogenic freeze entire cities so that the organs of the enemies can be harvested and the genetic codes of the bodies can be altered for use in experiments. All this, I have been told was made possible by my participation into the cryogenic freeze experiment. They told me that the next hundred year's project, to which I was to be a part of, will help to refine some unanswered questions about the human soul ...  
  
I felt sick to my stomach, but tried not to show it. It seemed that the humanity was not able to change itself and the mentality of it. The methods of killing was advanced and refined but the evil of war and self destruction remained the same. Now the sionic wave weapons have replaced the clubs, the swords and the bullets. The human mind remained very primitive and still the same. 
  
As I have entered the cryogenic crypt for the hundred years experiment, an inner voice kept repeating the same question: “Do you really think that the humanity will survive another hundred years? I felt cold all over my body, and it just seemed like the entire world was going in a deep freeze, a new glacial age ... of the soul. 
  
 
  
Referinţă Bibliografică:
The Messenger from the Past / Adrian Grigoraş : Confluenţe Literare, ISSN 2359-7593, Ediţia nr. 626, Anul II, 17 septembrie 2012, Bucureşti, România.

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