Juan Antonio García Martín
Here Vigour failed the towering Fantasy: But yet the Will rolled onward, like a Wheel in even motion, by the Love impelled, that moves the Sun in Heaven and all the Stars.
Dante Alighieri, - The Divine Comedy
Where Nothing is narrated
We have all seen in our Life several Scenes of Horror and Heartbreak. We have seen Nothing.
It is a Wonder of God, providing us with the Nothingness.
Luminous, tender, blessed as both Words and Enchantments.
How so? - you may ask, my dear Reader...
Well... Here begins the Nothingness.
In the beginning there was only Darkness.
Only the Kingdom of God made up what we now call the Universe.
One day, walking in the Garden of the 7 Virgins, God had an Idea.
Perhaps the Reader, in all Reason, wonders why it had not occurred to him before.
I will not be the one to venture to answer that Question. It is in the Hands of the Reader, after passing through these Pages, to find the Answer to such an inaccessible Question.
After years of incessant Searching, I myself have not found it, but it is in my Power, and in these Pages, to attempt what Juan Ramón called an “aprojimacion” to that Question.
In these pages I seek to shed some Light on the Human Condition, its Passions, Fears, its Sorrows, and its Sadness. I hope you enjoy as much as I do this magical Moment after my Arrival in the Valhalla.
These Pages will slowly be filled with Symbols as God guides my Hand. I do not yet have the Answer, but Valhalla is the first Step in my Future Encounter with God, whom I will be grateful to have noticed me, and with whom I will have the Pleasure of conversing, and perhaps glimpsing some Light in the Face of such a convoluted Dilemma.
Creation rails, wrote Aleixandre. There is no one like him to
to initiate us into this Childhood's Paradise.
The boundless Blue of the Sea and the Sky of Malaga, the loving Waves, the tranquil Bliss... A City that dwells in Heaven, infinite in the Airs, like a Bird of Paradise in the Garden of the Afternoon.
Oh, Youth! Ephemeral and wild...
Although my Family always thought it would be a Paradise for me, two adorable Friends showed me new Ways to face my Youth. Baudelaire showed me the way to Les Paradis Artificiels, and my beloved Arthur, a descent into Hell.
As we have already agreed, God guides my Hand and these libertine Pages, therefore my Blood is shed in each Symbol that you, my dear Reader, will encounter.
The naked Truth, the constant Lie, the infinite Craving for Excess.
Decadence begins to fly over these light Letters.
3.- The Hell of the 3 Days
We find ourselves in the most ominous of all Hells, even though it is the most ephemeral of all. The deafening Screams of tortured Souls, the absence of Water, everything is Absence, all is Chaos.
You will be judged as you enter, with no Benevolence, you are condemned beforehand.
You burn in the most undesirable Darkness. Bodies rot in the filthy Mire of their Misery. The Screams are deafening.
Satan’s servants spit on your purulent Sores.
The prelude to Hell on Earth.
This Hell of the 3 Days is where Satan dwells.
Here you are all by yourself. Darkness floods the Souls. Bodies slumber on the cold Ice that inhabits this Hell. Dead and yet alive at the same time.
3 Walls and a Grate are the Rooms where the Souls are tortured. Here, the Light does not reach. Eternal darkness.
We can only hear the Screams of Silence.
The thunderous Silence never stops screaming.
The few Souls that have survived the Hell of the 3 Days, wander absent, silent, lost, in this Hell of the 3 Days.
No Direction, No Destiny, just waiting for a Sign to awaken them and bring them out of their Lethargy, their Suffering, their infinite Sorrow, perhaps a Spark that will bring them back to Life, on their tortuous Road to Valhalla.
Books of old Legends will accompany us in this Hell.
We will spend quite some Time on this Hell on Earth, but that does not prevent us from enjoying certain worldly Pleasures.
After all, we are on Earth.
As Tolstoy rightly said, Time and Patience are the two mightiest warriors
Here we embark in a descent into the Maelstromm.
Not as Poe wrote it, but a Whirlwind of Thunderstorms for the Souls who arrive here.
The Master takes us back to the City of Paradise, where the Ocean proudly dominates the Earth.
"There Heaven was you, City that in it, you dwelt, City that in it, you flew with your Wings wide open".
This Paradise is a deception to the Eyes of innocent Souls.
The Arrival is but Coldness.
The Port offers us Wines and Fruits of the Ocean, but Bread is not easy to find in this multitude of blind Spirits. Their Looks freeze the Blood.
Be warned, my dear Reader, for Misery, Disenchantment and Chaos inhabit this Paradise.
We are still far from our Destiny.
Here the Master spoke, and with his eternal Despair brought us marvellous Verses.
The prettiest of all Paradises, even though we are absolutely exhausted at our Arrival.
Black Wolves welcome us with sweet Howls of Joy.
The Murmur of Waters in cobalt blue Cascades.
Here the Gods introduce themselves to us, even without manifesting themselves in their Entirety.
Athom, Guardian of this Paradise, shelters us and provides us with Warmth. He gives us new Names, and procures Miracles for us.
If you have come this far, the Glory of Valhalla awaits you.
Only a small Step separates us from our Destiny.
This Paradise is flooded with Peace and Calmness.
7.- Arrival in the Valhalla
How many Doubts and Questions will you, my dear Reader, have about our Arrival in the Valhalla?
In these Letters, the Master will guide us to our last, but not the most important Station on our Path.
Valhalla is a new Beginning of the Universe, here, all the Gods hold pleasant Gatherings where they discuss future Simulations, you may also call them, my dear Reader, Creations, with which they entertain us Mortals.
This is the favourite Game of the Gods.
The Creation of infinite Simulations where Mortals dream they are free. But the Universe, this Simulation, is written by the Gods, and free Will is only an implant in the Memory of us Mortals.
Do not give up, dear Reader...
This has only just begun, and I fear our Paths will soon cross again.
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