A New Beginning
My name is Richard Riverin. I am a careered artist-painter living in Hilton Head Island, SC. I am 76 years old, five feet nine inches tall, handsome for my age,
in good shape and still sharp mentally.
It is the reward for working out every day and jog three to four times a week. I also play golf three times a week and work at my Hilton Head Island art gallery.
My wife is still with me and I feel blessed to have a lifetime companion on my side at the autumn of my life.
We moved to Hilton Head Island, SC from Naples Florida in 2004 shortly after my return from The Perpendicular World. I waited seven years to write about
it, afraid of being ridiculed but finally, I thought it might influence some people to develop their ability to do astral trips. I developed my own ability to do those
out of body trips much earlier when I spent some time at the Benedictine Monastery, Eastern Quebec province.
That was in my early thirties and I had not done it again until that event in Naples that led me to the Perpendicular world. The reason I did not pursue it is that
it is dangerous when you separate your soul from your body; there is a moment when your body might die and if you survive that moment and strengthen an
invisible link between your soul and the body’s mind, you are free to go and fly everywhere at the speed of light. You can pass through the walls, observe
people and even get into their mind. You can influence them once you get into their mind and that’s what, according to a book I once read, the Rosicrucians
do to save the world from evil destruction. I read in that book that the Rosicrucians are led by an angel and try to protect the world as much as they can for a
sixty years period every century.
Shortly after I moved my art gallery to Naples, many years ago, I started to have problems; all kind of problems. My partner emptied the joint bank account
and started to borrow paintings from our inventory. We ended up with two art galleries and him getting the best location. Then there were problems with my
landlord that ended up in an aggression on me, an arrest of the Landlord and his wife and a lawsuit.
Lise, my charming wife wanted to get back in Montreal and something, some kind of interior message was telling me to hang on, that better days were
ahead. I did not want to lose her; I loved her dearly but my twins and oldest daughter were living in Montreal and I missed them too. To go through those hard
times, I was taking long walks at 5:30AM following an old trail in the everglades close to Marco Island. It was dangerous; there were black bears there and
Florida panthers and salt water crocodiles. It was one of two spots in Florida were you could find these crocodiles. I was armed with a long knife and a
quarterstaff. I never met anyone while taking those walks and I liked that. I had found a nice resting place to sit and think about my life and my values. I would
just relax and abandoned myself to whatever come to my mind.
In those meditating moments, I started to get images coming up at the corner of my left eye; they would not stay long enough for me to see what they were. I
decided to try to immobilize one of those images; every day I tried to do it and one day I succeeded to catch the fast disappearing images and saw a
strange world. At that time I wondered what would happen if I did an astral trip to that world; I relaxed every part of my body, eliminated all thoughts from my
mind and then tried to turn over from right to left and back up out of my body; I succeeded, I went out and saw myself underneath and I could still see the
strange world. I tried to move there and suddenly I was there, sitting on the ground, in a wheat field and in my body. I was there, trapped on another world, a
dangerous world since I could hear from a distance the roars of a large predator.
I was under shock; I should have thought about the danger of trying to do an astral trip to another world but no, I didn’t even think, I just did it. I often hate
myself and regret the risks I took; all my life I put myself in trouble and by incredible luck and a strong sense of immediate danger did I survive. Now that was
just the worse move I had ever done. There was a nearby forest of extremely tall trees with creepers coming down from the lowest branches. I ran to it and
climb up the enormous trees and found all I needed to survive in the canopy.
I spent many years there; I was alone for the first few years and I cried many times thinking about my wife and my children, my friends, all those people that I
would never meet again. One day , I met the Birdies, an alien species that had evolve to a very high technological and philosophical level; they had built
spaceships, visited a number of worlds before landing there and decided that here would be their home from now on. They were telepaths and they helped
me develop some latent powers that we, humans, would be blessed with in millions of years more of evolution if we survive that long.
I got younger on that world.
One day, I started to get those fast disappearing images at the corner of my left eye and I found my way back to Earth; in the same spot and at the same
time I had left. I realized that the timeline on this strange world was perpendicular to our time line so I could go there and spend several years and come back
at the same time I left. I called it “The Perpendicular World” and made many trips there over the years but not lately, though, I think I lost the ability to do it.
My wife doesn’t know about my trips to the Perpendicular World and if I had told her, she would not have believed me and she would not have like it. Lise
doesn’t want anything weird in her life and I respect that.
Then, we moved to Hilton Head Island, South-Carolina where I became a member of the Palmetto Dunes Club. A fine group of people made that club and I
felt welcome, I felt at home there.
I lived a quiet life for a few years, playing golf three days per week and spending time at the gallery the rest of the week. Lise and I had a long walk every
night or a long bike ride on the firm beach or through the streets of Palmetto Dunes community.
One day, Lise saw an ad in the local newspaper about a drug dealer auction; the ad mentioned that there were some great masters’ paintings to be
auctioned. We went to the auction and I found amongst the sculptures an alien artifact! I was a chemist and could tell that the metal it was made of could not
be of Earth origin. That artifact was a door to Eden, an artificial world built by a highly advanced species to save some of us before extinction. It was a real
Eden, a paradise where we don’t grow old and in fact get rejuvenated to some degree. There were beautiful villages, golf courses, beaches, food
dispensers and robots taking care of everything. I wrote about it in my story “One Step to Eden”.
I succeeded to convince my wife to step with me through the artifact field and come for a visit of Eden. We both love it but wouldn’t live there forever and we
came back to our quiet and happy life in Hilton Head Island where I could pursue my career as an artist. There is a 16 million$ house on the beach that will
belong to whoever find it and enter the gate. I gave the gate code in my story “One Step to Eden” and you can read it amongst others in my website. I wish
you good luck if you try to find it since the house is not easy to find.
My life was simple and I enjoyed it but events started to accumulate; I wrote two more short stories: “Dracula” and “Heaven or Hell, the Reception Office”. The
first one is about the Balboars Earth invasion. I had to wake up Dracula who was sleeping for a thousand years in his hidden castle and convince him to help
me fight the Balboars. The other was about a Muslim terrorist group; again I used the powers I developed on the Perpendicular World to find their training
camp. I was working directly under the President of the USA but I faced Satan the real leader of the Ayatollah Khardani terror group just before the camp
was destroyed by a USA bomber and I was thrown away, far away, on an evil world from where I escaped to get to the Ring World and Saint-Joseph castle.
I found out that this is where our souls go when we die, carried there by some kind of light beams. I visited the reception office and Saint-Joseph answered
kindly my questions about where come from and what the purpose of our lives is. I had so many questions and he answered all of them with infinite patience
But I came back; God returned me to my Hilton Head Island condo where I thought I would be able to live again the quiet life. I was wrong and everything was
about to change.
It started with the writing of a trilogy. I wrote it in Naples Florida, I wrote the trilogy over a period of 4 years and I titled it “Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story”. I wasn’t
prepared for writing. I never expected to write a novel one day. I was a chemist graduated from Sherbrooke University in Quebec, Canada that had turned
into an artist-painter. Beside I grew up talking French only and I learned the rudiments of English when I moved to the USA in 1992.
There were those dreams; there were images of another world that came at night when I was asleep.
I was contacted by the Guardians, immaterial voyagers; spirits of great power visiting our galaxy. They convinced me to recruit a number of people with
special qualities for an afterworld odyssey, a mission that would possibly decide the fate of mankind.
The Guardians had come from the future; they had just visited a very unique and strange world inhabited by many sentient species, amongst them was one
that showed a rare quality: compassion. That species was mankind, two human colonies of our descendants lived happily on that world; they were the
survivors’ descendants of a spaceship crash landing.
There was a crystal city on that world left there a million years before by Les Semeurs and that city contained enhancing devices that would transform a
species into powerful wizards.
Les Semeurs had left monuments on many life bearing worlds with messages about the crystal city and its enhancing devices and many technologically
advanced civilizations had found their world but had not yet found the hidden and well protected Crystal City.
The Guardians tried to communicate with the Humans living on that world but none of them were telepaths. They even tried to transport some of them to the
Crystal city but a very powerful force prevented them to interfere.
So they went backward in time and back to the world of origin, Earth, where they tried to find one human with telepathic power. They found none. They went
through the centuries and finally found me. My body had been submerged in pulsating magnetic fields, three times a week for thirty years and had been
changed. I was a telepath.
They contacted me in my sleep, showing me images of that world and slowly explaining to me the importance of sending there a group of humans with the
mission to find the crystal city.
I would have to recruit special people and The Guardians would catch their souls as they die and take them to that world where they would give them a young
adult body with additional powers.
I thought that the best way to recruit those people was to write a trilogy about that gigantic world and I named it “Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story”.
The planet had a low gravity for its size; it was made of layers of worlds separated by miles of rock. There were hidden access to these underworlds and the
surface of that gigantic world had been transformed into a beautiful park by that ancient species Les Semeurs before they disappeared millions of years
ago leaving the crystal city and its enhancing devices that would transform a species unit into an immortal with the ability to fly or jump instantly onto other
worlds light years apart.
The crystal city was hidden in the Land of Magic and its access was protected by a number of deadly traps; the ancient species obviously wanted to leave
the enhancing devices to an ingenious and morally sound younger species that once enhanced, would take over the control of the entire galaxy and allow
other species to mature without fearing destruction or enslavement from more powerful and aggressive ones.
You might wonder how come I could submerge my body in pulsating magnetic fields. I had bought many years before the contact with The Guardians a
magnetopulse. I had read articles about its use as a therapeutic machine that could cure almost any kind of degenerative or inflammatory sickness. So I
bought one for me and after trying it, I bought many more and started a biotherapy clinic and treated with the magnetopulses desperate sick people and I
cured them, hundreds of them before the police showed up with representatives of the college of physicians, seize all the equipment and charged me with
hundreds of illegal medicine acts.
I had to close my biotherapy clinic but I kept one magneto pulse for myself and laid in it a few hours each week for many years and my body was altered by
the pulsating magnetic fields; it had affected my brain too and made me more creative and energetic.
One year after I started getting the pulsating magnetic field treatments, I began beating my neighbor who was a worldwide backgammon champion. I would
call the dices and more often than not I was getting the ones I wanted. I also started to play better golf; I became the only human telepath and finally was
contacted by the Guardians.
I told them that I wanted to be one of the recruits; I told them that I didn’t want to go to Heaven and adore God for the rest of the eternity. I had never met him,
didn’t know about His qualities so how could I like Him, love Him, adore Him…I thought that God being infinitely more intelligent than me would know if I lie
so the only thing I could tell God was congratulation for your infinitely complex universe; there is so much beauty on Earth and beside thank you God for
giving us the women and the sexual pleasure and the feelings of love; yes I could find many things to thank Him for but spending an eternity to tell Him how
much I adore Him, no… I very much preferred to risk my life again and try to find that old city. They told me they were not sure that God exist; they never met
Him even though they had traveled for millions of years and my idea of Heaven was quite amusing.
They said we would not grow old in our new bodies but we could be killed either accidentally or by aliens or a variety of predators that roamed the surface of
that world. They would give us some armament, swords, knives, bows, lances and the ability to get into speed under attack and they would give us a sense
of direction to the crystal city.
I kept thinking about it; about the different ways to recruit people without being put into a mental institution and my initial plan to write a trilogy on a group of
people brought to that world by the Guardians seemed to be the best way to do it.
I told the Guardians of my plans and I asked the Guardians to influence the ones that would be great candidates, to come to my art gallery.
If they buy one of my paintings, I told them, and if I give them the novels, they would be recruited.
I would be one of the characters in the book, an artist-painter living in Naples, FL.
I wrote the trilogy over a period of 4 years and the business became real good. The Guardians were influencing a lot of people to come to my art gallery and
I gave a lot of books. Why not use the Guardians help for a more comfortable and happier rest of my life…
I wasn’t sure if I was sane though since I had no more contact with the Guardians and over the years, I started to wonder if these contacts truly happened.
One thing though, I was very happy.
My wife Lise didn’t like it when I was talking about Ghama-2 to a potential candidate. She thought I would be laughed at and she didn’t believe that I had
been contacted by spirits.
It came to my mind that perhaps those characters that I created in my trilogy, John, Joan, Father O’Leary, Krishna and many more could actually exist in a
parallel universe. I thought that God could actually make it real; that God would perhaps create the worlds and the characters of my novels.
It was foolish right? But it was not since I met some of my characters on the evil world (read “Heaven or Hell the Reception Office”) and it was with their help
that I escaped from that world and got to the ring world where I met Saint-Joseph and visited his castle and the Admission Office.
When I wrote the trilogy, I never thought that writing it would change my life and man destiny forever.
A New Beginning
I didn’t know why I was waking up with the intuition that something important just happened. I was waking up from the deepest sleep and that was rare for I
didn’t sleep very much.
I usually wake up four or five times a night to go to the bathroom and then I would walk a few minutes through the condo to prevent my night cramps. These
inconveniences come with age and at 76 years old, I couldn’t complain. Old age little problems!
My usual thirty minutes morning workout followed by fifteen minutes jogging weren’t enough to prevent aging. I didn’t want to but I was aging nevertheless. I
could just slow down the degenerative process. I had not been to the Perpendicular World for a little more than five years; I lost the ability to go there and
that’s where I have been rejuvenating my body from time to time. I have been aging faster since my last trip there; I hoped I still had an extra twenty years to
live; that would be time enough to reach my summit as an artist-painter.
As I was getting up, I looked for my back and legs pain and there was no pain, I felt great, strong with a zest of excitement.
Amazingly, I felt 60 years younger; my God what was happening to me? I walked to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to prepare my usual tomato
sandwich. That’s what I use to eat every morning to stay slim. But that morning, I was hungry, ravenous. Perhaps I thought, I could eat steak and eggs as
breakfast today. Oh boy, I felt so young, so full of energy.
There was a note floating over the dining room table…. and, a very strange suitcase set against my chair.
A note does not float over a table; it is against the law of gravity. I rubbed my eyes, pinched my arm and the note was still floating. I was awake, I knew it; I
had just pinch my arm and felt some pain. I looked around for this had to be a hoax; somebody might be hiding, pulling on invisible strings to keep the note
from falling on the table. But there was no one. I would have sense a presence if there were one. Lise my sweetheart was still sleeping; perhaps I should
wake her up to show her the impossible note, I thought.
But she didn’t take weird events easily and she would be afraid. She always tried to forget or ignore them and there had been plenty of them in our life. She
forgot them quickly, she didn’t want to remember them so it would be better, I thought, that I just take it, read it and hide it.
What if the note or the case explodes in my face when I grab it? I thought.
I always had a solid intuition of incoming danger and I didn’t feel threaten by these impossible objects.
I seized the note and it came easily into my hand. It was weightless and it looked like a paper note but it didn’t feel like paper. Let’s read it, I thought.
The universe is stranger than one could imagine. It is infinitely complex and even we, the enhanced, are fascinated as we discover some sides of it.
You wrote the Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story trilogy and by doing so, you are responsible for our existence.
We are the characters of your books.
God might have like that story and made it happen in many of the parallel universes. We exist and we have been enhanced to powerful wizards. We are
about to leave our galaxy for a very long discovery trip but before we do so we wanted to thank you for our existence. We went from one parallel Earth to
another to find you. There are many copies of you that owe you their existence too and they are all artist-painters and writers so it wasn’t easy. We had to
find a world where none of us were present and we found you.
To thank you for our lives we did something to your body; we changed it. We enhanced it but the changes will be gradual. We thought it would be better that
way. We thought it would suit you more to contribute personally to the development of your powers by the use of meditation, and the acquisition of
knowledge and personal wisdom.
We hope you will use your new talents for the good of everyone.
We give you an ultimate spaceship. It is hidden on one of the ten thousands islands close to Everglade City. Hilda, an artificial intelligence inhabits its
computer and will lay dormant until the day you will be ready to use it.
We also went back into the timeline and made some purchases in your name. You are now the main shareholder of very important companies. The case
contains your titles. Haverty and Connell who also managed your important assets handled your income taxes. Your identity was kept confidential and we
took your name out of the richest men on Earth listings.
Father O’Leary, Nancy, Joan, John, Tom, Laura, Garry, Thetis, Lazarus, Hilda, Richard, Madeleine...”
Wow! Wooooow! I thought. Unbelievable! My God! My God! That is awesome. That’s why I feel so good, so energetic right now. They enhanced me, not fully
yet but they put the germ of it into my cells and I will slowly get enhanced to a superman level.
Let’s take a better look at my body and my face. Perhaps some of the changes already took place.
I went back to the bathroom and looked again. My face looked a little bit younger, the bags under my eyes had almost disappeared and my cheeks seemed
I looked at my muscular body. There wasn’t much change there; I was already very muscular for my age due to the early morning workout. The skin though
seemed to have shrunk tighter to my muscles and I looked healthier.
I took my car keys and went back to the dining room where I grabbed the suitcase and the note and I brought them outside. I was in my pajamas, barefoot,
but I didn’t want Lise to see them and I couldn’t care less about the neighbors; they were usually not up yet at 6:00AM. I went down the stairs, opened up the
car and placed them behind the backseat, under a blanket.
I didn’t know yet what I should do about the whole situation. There were so many considerations.
I was very thrilled with my artist career, I was getting into more galleries and one of them, the most recent one was very important. They had just bought 100
of my paintings and I had signed an exclusivity contract with that gallery owner for London, Paris, Palm Beach and Hollywood.
The owners had told me he would put my work in museums and would invest heavily in producing an art book and mailing it to thousands of their clients.
I knew that these people were able to make an international star of me and I was excited.
My own gallery was doing well too and I had repeated clients that were coming every year to buy some more of my paintings. I also had friendly relationships
with a number of art gallery owners who were selling my art. Every year, one or two of those art galleries would do a show of my recent work and I would
share with them the excitement or sorrow coming from a successful show or one that didn’t do so well.
It was exciting. It was also exciting to move forward financially. There is thrill and fun in doing things that slowly get you rich and secure. But what fun is there
when you are suddenly rich?
Well, there are some pleasures that come with being rich; a beautiful house, a condo on the seacoast and a golf course on the other side of the yard; an
expensive and beautiful car, the finest chocolate for nibbling when you look at the TV on the largest possible screen. I can add a few more luxuries like trips
to Europe and so on.
But you rapidly get use to that luxury and soon realize that it doesn’t bring you happiness.
Happiness comes from the satisfaction of doing good things, from loving and being loved in return, from feeling energetic, from doing things outside of the
house, like gardening, fishing, golfing, walking in the woods, sailing…
I don’t do sailing, I don’t know how to do it; but I like to go fishing up north; on a quiet lake, far away from the rest of the world and in good company. Not that I
do that often for I haven’t been fishing up north for more than 50 years but I would have like it if I would have done it again. I like to golf, and I play two to three
times a week. I am not really good but good enough to enjoy it. I usually played in the low eighties. The first few years since I moved to Hilton Head Island, I
played with new guys all the time. They would come for a week or two and they were gone. Sometimes I played two games with the same guys but that was
rare. It wasn’t very motivating and when I played a real good game, I had no one to know about it or remember it. It was lonely. So I became a member of the
Palmetto Dunes Club and I really enjoyed it. Now twenty years have passed since I joined the Palmetto Dunes Club and most of the initial members have
passed away but new ones joined in and I got attached to them too.
My art gallery is in a good location and I am doing very well contrary to most artists who don’t own a gallery and have to depend on a few galleries to sell
their art. The problem for those artists is that most galleries carry the work of a great number of artists so they don’t sell many pieces for each one. The
galleries insist on the exclusivity. So an artist living in his hometown doesn’t get much money, thus the expression starving artists.
To make up a better income he has to spread out into other cities, visit many galleries that aren’t interested in getting one more artist; it is frustrating, and
many get discouraged.
With much determination I built up my own success and now make a good income out of it. To keep my creative energy, I like to walk in the woods. I liked to
rock under a starry night sky wondering about the universe. Wondering what kind of people might inhabit some of the life sustaining planets that gravitates
around those stars. I like to read when I go to bed and I like to dream about the story I just read when I get asleep.
Now, my life had just taken an abrupt change in direction. What will I do? First, I got to know how rich I am and I got to do something about where I live, where
my children live. For if my name is listed in the next Richest Men on Earth listings, I will become an attractive prey; my wife too, my children, my relatives, we
are all going to become potential victims for kidnappers.
I had a quiet life until now but everything was going to change.
My God, I am not going to die of old age! I might even live forever!
That is if I stay out of danger for I am sure that I am still vulnerable, I am not fully enhanced yet. If somebody shoots me in the head or burns my body, or buries
me alive, I am gone.
I can’t imagine it; I am here on Earth for a very long time. I will witness the rise and fall of great countries; perhaps I will witness the ultimate destruction of
man on Earth and I might find myself, one day, alone on a deserted world.
With the thermonuclear bombs and the advance in virus warfare technology, with the Islamic terrorists working on, planning on the destruction of the free
world; with the dictators running powerful and dangerous countries like China, Russia, Venezuela, North Korea and so many African and South American
countries, how are we going to survive in a world that is worth living in it?
Now that I have a chance to live forever, the world safety becomes extremely important to me; I would rather die than live alone on a deserted world until the
end of time if there ever will be one.
They said they left me a spaceship, an ultimate spaceship on an island close to Everglades City…I dreamed about a fascinating trip to the stars in a
spaceship; so many times I dreamed about that; I read so many science-fiction books, sharing in my mind the adventures of fictitious heroes…and now I will
have one. How big is it? What does it look like?
“Good morning sweetheart.” I said as Lise came to the kitchen interrupting my daydreaming. She had taken the time to brush her hair and refresh her face
and she was wearing a bathrobe over her pajamas. She was just impeccable as always.
“Morning!” She replied looking at me. “What is happening? You look peculiar; your face looks younger; did you do your jogging already?”
Not much escaped her; she noticed every little thing.
“I just had a very good night, Lise; that’s why my face looks younger this morning.”
“It was past midnight when I went to bed.” She said.
There was a trace of accusation in her voice for she often felt lonely. She had those mood swings regularly; she missed her hometown, the children and the
grandchildren. She didn’t like to live in Naples, and then Hilton Head Island so far from them. She was born for a routine life, a normal routine life and she
was somewhat sore at me for having taken her away from Montreal to pursue my artist career in Florida where the money was and where I had a chance to
build up some financial assets for our golden age.
I understood that I had not given her the life she wanted but she had met a lot of people and she had been and felt very useful, managing the gallery while I
was painting in the back studio, talking with the visitors and sometimes coming with me to their homes with a few paintings to try on their walls. We had work
as a team and she had been a really good team mate. People loved her and trusted her and her excellent taste. She was always very well dressed and
elegant and she was a very beautiful and a slim woman.
“Would you like to come with me for a long walk on the beach after breakfast?” I asked.
“I don’t know; we might not be back in time to open up the gallery.” She said hesitantly.
I knew she was afraid we might lose some sales if we open up late. She was a worrier and she would still be insecure with a million dollars in bank, which
we didn’t have until now. And now, according to that note, we were immensely rich but I felt it wasn’t time yet for her to find that out.
“Not a problem, we have been doing very well these last few years and it is not one late morning opening that will make a difference to our future; beside, I
feel so good today; I feel like celebrating, I would really like it.”
“Ok then! I also feel that a long walk on the beach will be good.”
After her breakfast, we drove to the nearest beach parking lot and started our walk. Lise is a fast walker and I usually have a hard time keeping pace with
her but not today, I was bursting with energy. We walked companionably and in silence for half an hour.
“Would you like to look for shark teeth? I asked her when we got midway between the Marriott hotel beach and the rocks. “I will jog in the mean time up to the
rocks and I will be back in half an hour or so.”
Those small black shark teeth were her prize item in her shell collection. They were hard to spot and finding one was quite a triumph. Beside looking for
them was very relaxing to her; she loved to search for things. Sometimes we walked on early evenings on the golf course across the street when there were
no more players and we looked for golf balls. She always found more of them than me and she walked back to the condo highly satisfied. She was happy to
have saved us some money…little savings of no importance to me since I hit them all at the driving range but I didn’t tell her that I didn’t play with old balls. I
didn’t want to break her fun.
Once in Naples, we almost walked on a huge alligator as we were trying to find some golf balls; had it wanted it, it would have caught Lise and pulled her into
the pond. She hadn’t seen it; it laid on the other side of a bush. I told her to move slowly away. Once she did it and was out of reach, I tried to touch it with my
golf ball retriever; I never touched it; in a fraction of a second, it had turn its head, grab the retriever without breaking it in its jaws, looked at me and then
released it. That was a warning. In doing so, it told me that it was aware of our presence and that we should not bother it anymore.
I left Lise to her shark teeth search and jogged increasingly faster and when I was out of sight, I sprinted. I felt elated; I could not believe I was running at a
speed that I judged faster than what the best Olympian sprinter could do. I checked my watch, I had long pass the rocks and already twenty minutes had
gone by. There was about eight miles of beach from where I had left Lise so I concluded that I averaged a speed of twenty-four miles per hour. To get back
in the promised thirty minutes, I would have to do even better; I would have to run at thirty-six miles per hour speed.
I wasn’t tired but I was very thirsty and hungry. There was a fountain nearby; I spotted it a few minutes before I stopped. I ran towards it, stopped to drink all I
could and left at top speed.
In the mean time, Lise had walk to the rocks instead of looking for the shark teeth; she was hidden when I approached her at a speed close to thirty-five
miles an hour. It was too late when I saw her; she had already seen me coming at an impossible speed, jumped over the rocks and stop sliding into the
sand. My jump was ten feet high and about twenty feet long.
I walked towards her; she was looking at me, speechless.
“I am in a terrific shape this morning,” I said with my most disarming smile.
“Nobody can run that fast and jump over the rocks.” She replied, her emotions balancing between fear and incredulity.
“Don’t worry Lise; I will explain everything when we get back to the condo. But let’s go, I am so very hungry, I need to eat something as soon as possible.”
We returned to the parking lot without a word. She didn’t know what to think but her intuition was that something real weird was about to happen and she
didn’t like any of it.
Half an hour later we were back at the car, she had the keys as always since she liked to drive; she opened up we sat in and she drove us back to the
condo. She kept silent and I was wondering exactly what I was about to tell her. Should I tell her the whole thing or just a part of it?
As soon as I walked inside the condo, I went to the kitchen and drank a few glass of water, and then I took six hamburger steaks from the freezer and put
them in the microwave to thaw them.
I went to take a shower, came back in my underwear and a t-shirt to grill my hamburger steaks. Then I came to the dining room with a huge plate loaded with
six hamburgers, each one garnished with lettuce, onion and tomatoes’ slices.
Lise was looking oddly at me waiting for me to tell her what was going on.
I ate the six hamburgers and drank three cups of coffee.
“Lise, our lives are about to change for a much better one.” I said as soon as I finished them. “You saw me running and jumping in an impossible way. Look
at me, my t-shirt is too large, I am shrinking but my muscles are bulging; my body is changing. It all started last night.”
“What is happening?” She asked worriedly.
“Not right now,” I replied, “I have to make a phone call first, I need to get confirmation about something but what I can tell you is that I believe something
incredibly good for us is about to happen.”
“We should go to the clinic. What if you have a stroke or a heart attack? You just ate six hamburgers, your body is changing; I see it.”
“Don’t worry about my health, Lise,” I replied, “I told you very often that I have a strong intuition of coming events and my intuition never lied to me. I feel great;
there is no need to go to the clinic. I will be fine, I promise you.”
“You know,” she said “that I had my share of unpredictable events with you. I wanted to live in Laval, close to the rest of the family, but you wanted a more
adventurous life. I followed you in Florida, but I hated it, then to Hilton Head Island and I hate it too; I need to be with the children, I need to be in my house in
She was crying and my heart was broken. I took her in my arms and hugged her.
“We are returning soon; I promise you. I can’t tell you everything right now but I assure you, I am feeling wonderful, better than ever in my life. I am not about to
die; on the contrary, I am getting younger. Would you mind opening the gallery this morning? I would like to go to bed and take a nap.”
“No, I will stay here.”
“All right Lise, it isn’t that important anymore, I will explain to you everything in a couple of days.”
I went to bed, and laid down bare listening to my body. I intentionally forgot everything else as I plunge into a yoga trance, and I saw without really seeing,
millions of tiny cells with multiple extremities working on my body cells. They were tiny organic robots, they had spread everywhere and they were
transforming my cells. I saw some strange flows of energy, complicated transformations of my cells as these tiny organic robots were working in and out of
the pulsating cellular membranes. There were whole areas where the cells had been transformed to a totally different structure. The flow of nutrients and
oxygen to these cells had stop and the cells were luminescent. There were some electrical exchanges between them and these cells looked more crystalline
The transformed cells were alive, bursting with life and infinitely more complex than the rest of untransformed ones.
I saw a group of cells being transformed and shrunk to one third of their original size.
I felt hunger; I needed to eat again; I felt a craving for garlic, onions, green pepper, orange juice, meat; I was starved by the ongoing transformation. It came
to my mind that when the transformation would be completed, I would have shrunk to a midget size if I did not sustain my body through the ingestion of an
enormous amount of food.
Moreover, I needed to exercise all the muscles of my body to ensure an harmonious physical appearance. Finally, I came to the conclusion that when the
transformation would be over, the millions of organic robots would be integrated to the transformed cells.
I knew intuitively that I could transfer millions of them to Lise with one intimate kiss or sexual discharge and I needed to do it now or I would find myself
without a companion forever. I would see my sweetheart grow old and die and I would find myself alone.
I got up and went back to the living room where Lise was reading.
“Richard, you have been in bed for about three hours, how do you feel?”
“I feel ravenous and I need to eat again and do some work-out. But first, we have to talk. Look at me; I lost all my body fat, look at my face…do you see any
“You look younger, you got more hair, your hair is growing and the roots are brown…”
“Now look at my gum.” I said as I pulled out my top denture.
She looked at it and touched the bumps.
“My teeth are growing back; that denture will be useless at the end of the day. Lise, I am getting younger. In a few days I will look just as young as Francis. I
will have a life to live again; a very long life and I would like you to live it with me. I would like you to be young again. I don’t want to see you grow old and die.
Would you be my companion and share that new life with me?”
“How could that happen? How can you make me young? I know that it is impossible; everything that is happening now is impossible; I must be dreaming.”
“No Lise, what is happening is God will. God wanted it to happen; otherwise it would not happen. I can give you the fountain of youth with one kiss, a sensual,
tongue touching kiss.”
She looked at me, wondering about the implication of getting young again.
“You will never feel insecure again, you will feel confident, powerful, bright and intensely alive and beside that, I promise you, we will sell the gallery and return
to Montreal inside of one month.”
She came into my arms and we kissed and we felt the transfer of millions of microscopic organic robots from my body to hers.
“I felt it, something came into me.” Lise said. “Are you sure it will be safe? That thing, whatever it is, that came from you might not work in me.”
“No, no, don’t worry; in a day or two, perhaps much less, perhaps a few hours from now, you will start feeling much better, better than you can remember. Let’
s eat now I am so hungry.”
I went to the refrigerator and took out all the steaks, the hamburger steaks, the pork chops, the lamb chops, the breads and started to thaw some of it and
eat it raw.
“Don’t you think it is dangerous to eat raw meat?” Lise asked, watching me.
“I am loaded with microscopic organic robots,” I replied between mouthfuls, “they are transforming my body, eliminating the bacteria and viruses as they
work on my cells, I am safe, I can eat anything; nothing wrong will happen to me.”
I ate twenty pounds of meat, a dozen eggs, two loaves of bread, a dozen tomatoes, two green peppers, a bag of lettuce and drank a pint of orange juice. I
finished my meal with two pounds of cheese and some more orange juice.
My belly was so big that I looked pregnant.
“All right,” I said finally, “I will make a phone call to get some numbers confirmed and we will plan our immediate future.”
“Who do you want to call Richard?”
“Haverty and Connel! It is an accounting and a finance consultant firm and a broker firm. They have managed my assets and did my income tax reports every
year for the last thirty years. Apparently, we are rich and I want to find out how rich we are.”
“I never heard about them,” Lise said, “I know how tough the last twenty five years were; Hilton Head Island lost most of its visitors as the Midwest was
partially destroyed by Hurricanes and Tornados. Most of our clients were from Ohio, Kansas when we moved there ; we have been through tough years;
there were the wars, the stock market crashes, we had problems to make the ends meet; you don’t have any more assets than the ones I know of and you
never had your assets managed by that firm.”
“Let me make that phone call, darling and I will explain everything that is happening right now and we will make some plans.”
I took my cell phone and asked the operator for their New York head office.
“Hi, may I speak to the president, please and first would you tell me his name?”
“His name is Donald Haverty; who is calling and why do you want to speak to Mr. Haverty?”
“My name is Richard Riverin, and I believe I am your biggest client.”
“Just a moment please.”
“Mr. Riverin, how are you doing?” An elderly man in a sophisticated voice asked.
“I am doing very well, how long has it been since we met?” I knew we had never met.
“We met in March as we have been doing every year for the last thirty years or so.” Mr. Haverty replied.
“All right, I would like to know the approximate value of my assets, just a ballpark figure.”
“You are presently the second richest man on Earth with assets over one hundred billion dollars.”
“Does anyone know about me?” I asked.
“I kept your file in my office and nobody here knows about you; what surprises me though is that your name is in the IRS and Washington District files as well
as all the income tax reports we have prepared for you and yet your name didn’t come out in the Fortune 500 and all the listings published every year. That is
“When are these listings produced usually?”
“They usually come out in June or July.”
“I guess that my name will be in the next issues and there will be a lot of talking about the best kept secret in the financial world. The journalists and reporters
will be calling you and they will try to find out as much as they can about me. Please tell them that I just wanted to live a private life. I will move to a new
location and I will be in touch with you shortly.”
“We need to meet and discuss the 2032 tax report. We only have one month left before the filing date limit.” Mr. Haverty said.
“All right, let’s meet in two weeks here in Hilton Head if possible.”
“I will reserve a suite at the Marriott Hotel,” Mr. Haverty said, “and put Friday morning 8:00AM for a business breakfast. We will have a lot to cover up and we
need three days to finish the filings. I will bring with me two of our consultants and three secretaries to prepare the filings and have you sign them.”
“Excellent I will see you in two weeks then, good bye.” I said to end the exchange.
“Lise, we are rich!”
“How rich? Shoot the numbers; you are bursting with the envy to tell me.”
“We are so rich, we can buy anything we want, a castle in Spain or the most beautiful house in Montreal, anything you want Lise, you get it. We have assets
in excess of one hundred billion dollars.”
“That’s impossible, I have been with you all these years and more often than not, we had financial problems and if we had been rich at any time we would
have pack our suitcases and return to live in Montreal.”
I know”I said, “but somebody that could travel in time, purchased shares under my name over the last sixty years from rapidly growing companies; that
person also hired an accounting firm to manage my assets and file the income tax return every year in the USA. He also got for you and me an American
citizenship. This way, we have been kept legal in both countries.”
“And who is that somebody?”
“He is my exact copy, his name is also Richard Riverin but he came from an alternate Earth, he came from a parallel universe; he said that he is one of the
characters in my Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story trilogy and when I wrote the story I gave life to him and the rest of the emissaries. Now they are about to leave
their alternate galaxy and they wanted to thank me for creating them. So, they traveled from one parallel universe to another in search of the original writer.
They found me and they gave me a parting gift.”
“That is such a farfetched story Richard! You know that I don’t like anything related to Science fiction; how could you have created them? Do you now believe
that you are God?”
“No Lise; I don’t think that I am God; but apparently, God sometimes create the worlds or the universes a writer is dreaming of. Or perhaps, we are, all of us,
tiny particles of God, part of his fabric and when we write about strange but interesting worlds and aliens, we are in fact creating them.”
“So when did you meet that copy of you? And the rest of those Emissaries? The characters of your novels?”
“I didn’t meet them,” I said, “they came here while we were asleep and they did something to me. They transformed my body or should I say they started the
transformation process, injecting in me millions of very small organic robots that are working on my cells, the two billion or so of my cells, making them
something else, each one of my cells is being turned into a complex unit of intelligent life. Each transformed cell is drawing its energy from the cosmos, each
of the transformed ones is able to do things that I can’t yet imagine and is bound to the other ones, working with them as a team, to support and serve my
“My God, I must still be dreaming, that is total nonsense.”
“I got proof of it,” I said, “they left me a suitcase full of share certificates, bank checks and bank statements, visas, and a weightless note.”
“And where did you put that suitcase?”
“In the car, under the blanket. Wait for me; I will get them right now.”
I went to the car to retrieve the big suitcase and brought it to the condo.
“Look at the suitcase Lise; have you ever seen something like that?” I said proudly.
“It looks very ancient,” Lise said, “and yet it is clean; the material looks like leather but when I touch it, it doesn’t feel like leather. The suitcase isn’t heavy, I
can lift it easily.”
“Open it; there is a weightless note inside.” I replied.
Lise opened it and looked through a number of neatly organized files, the note, held in between two of the files, floated upward when she moved the files.
She caught it and read it.
“Wow! Unbelievable! You created the characters of your book and now these people found you, transformed you in a kind of an immortal superman, made
you rich and left you with an ultimate spaceship hidden on one the nearby islands.”
“Yes! And now you will soon be an immortal superwoman Lise. You will never worry again about our financial insecurity or health problems; I will never have
a stroke or a heart attack, neither will you and soon we will start discovering and improving our new powers.”
“Can you imagine what will happen when people find out about us and about our spaceship?” She said.
“I think we must hide our special abilities and immortality and nobody should know about the spaceship either. They will find out though that we are amongst
the richest couples on Earth and that is also dangerous for us, our children and relatives. We could be trapped, buried alive forever, perhaps destroyed even
when we will have completed our transformation and right now, with our incomplete transformation, we are still quite vulnerable.”
“People will envy us, some will hate us and quite a few will want to kidnap us or our children, relatives and friends for a ransom.” Lise commented “We might
have received a poisoned gift; now we will never live the easy normal life that I was hoping to live one day, for so long.”
“You are right, we will not live that kind of easy, uneventful and secure life for the time being but it would have been a short one and you would have still felt
insecure. We would have aged rapidly to a point when we would have become a burden for our children and we would have died.”
“We got to do something about protecting our children and our relatives.” Lise said. “But what should we do?” She went on. “They have a life to live; we can’t
just tell them, stop living your life, you are rich now, just enjoy it. They need to go through some hardship and realize some projects, they need to build their
self-esteem and also become worthy of heaven.”
“Yes, you are right about that Lise. Why don’t we go back as soon as our transformation seems to be completed? We can buy a land on a golf course near
Hudson City about fifteen miles from Montreal, and build on it a group of beautiful houses for our children, our relatives and us. There would be a fence all
around and a private entrance for that grouping of houses so that no ill intentioned strangers would be able to break in one of the houses. We would put
bulletproof windows, metal doors, and a sophisticated alarm system. The houses would be bought by one of my companies and everyone would have their
mail delivered to a postal box. None of us would have a traceable address.
We would buy an art gallery for Francis downtown Hudson and spend enough money on publicity to keep it busy. That’s his dream you know. He would work
there under another name; your family name instead of mine should do it. We would also open a fitness and sport therapy center for Veronique right beside
Francis gallery. We would ask Genevieve what she would like to do; if she wants to keep her actual work at the software firm that’s fine but we would buy the
firm so that she would own it.”
“That might be a good plan,” commented my sweetheart, “yet, we will have to discuss it with them. But what about us? What will we do?” Lise asked.
“Well, let’s find out what kind of super human we will evolve to; we might become geniuses but even if our intelligence doesn’t improve to that level, I am sure
that we will have a younger brain and we will have a great learning ability. I believe I would like to go back to university and learn as much as I can about how
things work. We don’t have to work for a living anymore so we might as well learn. I would like to visit the world and be able to talk the language of the
countries I will be visiting. Perhaps we can help people somehow, be useful…we will find something… and we have all the time, we have eternity.”
Lise is five feet four inches tall and weight one hundred and ten pounds; she doesn’t carry a pound of fat in that beautiful body. She is eighty-six years old;
she grew up in a small city up north of Montreal with one sister and three brothers. Her father was a locksmith and made just enough money to raise them.
They were poor but they manage. Her mother was cultured and a devoted Christian.
Lise went to college and got a nursing certificate. She was still in college when I met her. I had just graduated from Sherbrooke University with a BSC in
Chemistry and found a job as a chemist for Laurentide Paints in the small town of Shawinigan. At that time, I was five foot nine inches high and weighted one
hundred and forty pounds. I was good looking and cultured. I had already read everything I could about Yoga, philosophy, psychology, astronomy, sciences
and I was practicing judo and martial arts two nights a week in a judo school downtown Shawinigan.
It was love at first sight for me; I met her and I knew she was the one for me. I met her in a dancing bar where she was sitting with her aunt. I invited her for a
dance then sat with them for a while. The aunt left us alone and I walked her back to her parents’ apartment. It was a long walk, we talked and I told her I had
serious intentions towards her and I already had decided to marry her. Ridiculous isn’t it? She looked at me in the eyes and realized I was serious. The
courtship lasted two years and I married her as soon as she turned twenty-one years old.
Lise had been a very good mother for my children and a faithful and most comforting companion for me. She always attached much importance for the way
she looks and she was always perfectly dressed and presentable, even at home. The house was tidy and perfectly clean at all time. She was a devoted
mother and wife and I was sure that if there was a Heaven, she would have a good place there waiting for her.
She had quite a temper at times but she was never violent or mean. She was a worrier and sometimes quite depressed but I loved her presence, her
weakness and her strength; in fact I loved everything about her.
For my part I was an imperfect man but I don’t like to speak about my imperfections; I rather enjoy boasting about my good sides. I wasn’t a drunk and I had
been a good father, who spent endless hours playing with my children and taking them everywhere they would have a good time. I also taught them to ski, to
skate and to play games. I had and still have a good relationship with all three of them and I love them very much.
“Let’s go to the grocery Lise, we got to buy a lot of food.” I proposed.
“If you don’t mind,” she said, “I would rather go back to bed. I feel strange and I need to think things over.”
She went to bed and I started to do some workout. My belly was protruding but not impairing it. I did all possible exercises and went back to the beach for
another hour of jogging. When I came back to the condo, Lise was sound asleep so I laid down on the sofa and a moment later I was asleep too.
When I woke up, I was ravenous and my belly was flat. It was eight PM and I had slept since mid-morning. I felt very energetic and Alicia was standing by the
dining room window looking at the lake.
“Richard, how do you feel?” Lise asked.
“I feel very energetic and very hungry.”
“And so do I.” She retorted. “Take a shower and let’s celebrate, let’s have dinner in the best restaurant around.”
“That will be at the Santa Fe and I will be ready in a moment. So how do you feel, Lise, do you sense any change in your body?” I asked her as I came out
showered and well dressed for our evening.
“Oh yes, it is working. I don’t remember having felt so happy, comfortable, confident and optimistic. I feel great and so much younger.”
“All right! I was afraid I would be the only one of my kind but I doubted that the Emissaries would do that to me. Perhaps we will find ourselves able to
rejuvenate older people or cure the sick ones, healing might well be one of our powers later on.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised about that since a number of people have that power without any enhancement.” She replied.
“You are more beautiful. The pockets under your eyes are gone and it is true, you look twenty years younger.” I finished taking her in my arms. I hugged her
and kiss her with some renewed sexual attraction. It had been a few years since we had mated for the last time.
She looked at me and she knew that a new fire was burning in me and I sensed her answer.
“When we come back from dinner, we are going to reacquaint ourselves.” She said.
We walked to the restaurant; it was only fifteen minutes away. We were brought to a table, on an exterior balcony with a view on a marsh and a part of the
“What will it be for you? Asked the waiter in a most distinguish tone after the few minutes he had left us go through the menu.
“My wife will have a salmon; not a salmon steak; she wants the full salmon or what is left of it. She will have four baked potatoes to go with it and a full Cesar
salad. I will take your 16 ounces steak, four of them, rare, with four baked potatoes and a full Cesar salad. Also, please bring two bottles of your finest red
“Let me check what we have,” replied the waiter, “and I will be right back.”
“What is left of the salmon is about twelve pounds and our best wine is one thousand dollars a bottle.” The old waiter said hesitantly when he came back.
“That will do.” I said with a smile.
Later on he came back with a small table on which he put the whole salmon plate and my four steaks plate, a large bowl of baked potatoes and a large bowl
of Cesar salad.
He opened up one of the wine bottle with great care, had me taste it and approved it and then filled up the glasses. Then he cut a piece of the salmon and
set it on Alicia’s plate,
He then proceeded to transfer one of the four steaks on my plate, took a look at us, noticed our flat bellies and left wishing us a good meal.
We took our time, enjoying every bite of it. My steak was served with a sauce au poivre on the side; the bread was just out of the oven; it was delicious. Yet
when I finished it, I was still hungry; so I started to help Alicia with the salmon. We noticed that our huge serving had attracted the attention of all the servers
and the people sitting within sight of our table.
None of them could understand the quantity of food we were eating; without even looking fat in addition. But the microscopic robots working all over our
bodies, were transforming the food into cells as we were eating it, so we never felt saturated.
Once we had cleaned out our plates, the server came back.
“Would you like anything else? Anymore wine?” He asked uncertainly.
At a thousand dollars a bottle, he could visualize how much fifteen per cent tip was going to end up to. But the wine had no effect on us; it was delicious
“No, but we would like your famous dessert, the chocolate profiteroles, 5 desserts for each of us with coffee, regular coffee, a lot of coffee.”
We cleaned that up too and the waiter came back with the addition. I threw a look at it, two thousand five hundred forty dollars; the bulk of it being the two
bottles of wine. I added ten thousand dollars tip and the elderly waiter look at the zeros twice…