After the encounter with that young kid in the last Prophetic year, and the final letter Chris Darrell has received from him, he felt a strong impulse to go in Brazil. A voice inside was telling him exactly where to go and who he suppose to meet there. He went in Brazil before, about 4 years ago, but then was just a routine visit. He went there to translate some secret documents to the Brazilian President at the time, Senior Otavio de Alma. Brazil had a new President after that, and now, in the 12^th and last Prophetic year, it doesn’t have any, all presidents being gone from the world of man.

 

Taking an extensive leave of absence from the United World Council, he was just listening to the strong call inside him to go there and meet someone who sent him the message of knowing him well. His name was Trinogen, and he was living in a small town, one hour from Rio. After a long night flight he was finally in Rio. It was nine a clock in the morning. Nobody was waiting for him at the airport, and he had to hire a green taxi to get there. One hour later, and dead tired after a long flight, he was at the front gate of a house on the top of the hill, near by the ocean, in the small town of Marica.

 

Looking over the small and old fence spreading just in front of the entrance gate, he saw an old man sitting there, on the terrace, one hundred feet down the hill. Chris could see him very well from the gate. With his legs crossed in a special asana position called Padmasana, as Chris knew, he was like a statue of silence in front of that wide open ocean stretching in front of him. A little sticker was there by the gate, saying “you are welcome to get in Chris”, which he did.

 

Getting close to him Chris noticed something peculiar about the old man sitting there. He was completely naked, except for a piece of cloth around his tights. His long hair was curling down over his chest and farther on his legs. He was staying there with his legs crossed like a Buddha statue, with his open eyes gazing not at the ocean, but at the eternity dwelling there, in the so called Mahamudhra, as Chris noticed when he was able to look at him from up close. Getting even closer, Chris has noticed also a drawing on his chest, right in front of his heart. It was a black and white six petal lotus, with the Yoni/Lingam circle right in the center, by the place where the heart is. Chris recognized right away the sign of Hridaya, the place where the Perfection dwells when the Bliss and Abyss present in the heart are reconciled in a divine kiss free of any duality.

 

Having the ocean openly spread in front of him, the old yogi was having his eyes fixed in that Perfection existent beyond the ocean and All that IT is. After a short while and a bow with his hands hold by his chest, the old yogi was slowly standing up, looking at Chris and asking him bluntly:

“How was the trip, Chris?” The light in his eyes was twinkling from deep inside them. 

“Long!” Chris answered, to check his reaction.

“Ha, ha, what a good answer”, he replied, putting his arm on Chris shoulders and inviting him inside the house. The inside was very austere, with nothing fancy, just a very old wood bed with a pneumatic mattress on it, a small pillow on top, and a small table with 2 old chairs by it. But in spite all this, the place was very clean, and it was smelling like springtime flowers. Chris knew very well where this smell comes from; it was the sign of sanctity, of the one who surrenders himself to Perfection.

 

“My name is Trinogen, as you know probably by now, and I am here for you and you only”, he just said with no other introduction.

“For me? how do you know of me?”, Chris asks in return.

“I know of you from long time, actually from an eternity, waiting now to introduce you to the immortal you”, he answered in a calm and serene voice.

 

After a short pause to regain his thoughts, Chris was addressing him in a straight and open heart manner this time:

“I know I am an immortal, but I am still having problems adjusting to the idea.”

“That’s because the idea is not heart deep assimilated in Hridaya, as you very well know. I am here to help you with this!” he said in a very convincing and friendly voice.

“You are tired, we will start tomorrow”, he said, inviting Chris to have a cup of milk, a small banana and some guava fruit. One hour later Chris was sleeping in the other room, in a bed as old as the one present in his host’s room.

 

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“Remember who you are Chris, and how many of us are out there”, a voice inside was saying to Chris right after he was falling in sleep.

“I am one of you Chris, as Trinogen, try to remember, we are one and the same”, the same voice was telling to Chris during his heavy sleep.

“We are in the same Circle of Hearts, in Hridaya………….remember?”, the voice kept on telling to Chris, who was in a cataleptic state, ready to get out from the material body at any time. Chris knew of all this, he just needed some push from beyond to wake up and to more deeply remember.

 

“Go for IT Chris, go for Perfection”, Trinogen was whispering to him, “Don’t be afraid, it is nothing to be afraid of. Leave the fear at the entrance and step in”, the same voice was guiding Chris from inside his heart.

“The mankind is safe now for a long time to come, we have to resume back in Perfection, to restore the Circle of Infinite Hearts. You are the last to resume. You are the one meant to tell the never ending Prophecy……………remember!”

And Chris just did, to reunite with Trinogen and all other immortals dwelling there, inside the Infinite Circles of Hearts…………the Infinite Perfection. 

 

Then, as the last thought of all what happened with his life so far was passing him by, and having very clear in his mind now the mankind was safe for another twelve thousand years, Chris just remembered what he did long time ago, when his memory of being an immortal god was permanently present.

 

He just loved the diaphanous smell of those big Imperial Roses. Tired of all those late life events, he was finally finding himself in the middle of Perfection, ready to melt his human body entirely into that wonderful smell of roses. And the smell found him a second later………immersed in an eternal rejuvenating Bliss giving him the primordial flagrance of Imperial Roses per his wish. On the bed, just where he once was, a magnificent imperial rose was left behind as a sign of mission accomplished.  

 

 

He was finally rejoining the Perfection! An eternal and replenishing Bliss was there for him and all others resumed in. Nectar and Ambrosia was filling them from within……...….

 

The world of man was on its own from now on!

 

 

The End

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