The Traveler: Know Destination

By PAOLO GASTALDO and Paolo Gastaldo

Who is the Traveler?

Is it a being without time that wandering between
universes and parallel dimensions reaches this reality?

An ancient hero of our planet, author of such great
deeds to make it an immortal legend?

Or maybe it's introspection!
A look inside one's own soul to prepare for the leap
towards the still unexplored territories of the
universe kept in our mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RAY TIEMOV
• Release date: Apr 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9788832582710

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THE TRAVELLER - KNOWN DESTINATION

To my dear mother Domitilla

ENERGY AND ETHICS

It teaches me ...

If E = mc2,

it is also true that energy produced

by the ethical weight of a positive thought,

than fortunately it is also equal to the mass

of banalities of which the worlds now live,

for the speed of light to a square.

Paolo Gastaldo

THE TRAVELLER

The Immortal King

PROLOGUE

I come from a time that had just issued its first excitations and from a place ruled by cruel gods, whose only interest was to gain absolute dominion of all they could contemplate around them. On my planet, and the close by systems, my ancestors were the keepers of peace for millennia’s and this was never forgiven, nor them, nor me.

It is indeed the differences that push any sentient being to pray for the victory and the gods receive even more strength from these prayers , because in every war people always celebrate them, asking them for the strength to fight. In this symbiosis, where violence is the only purpose and also the only motive, the deities become more powerful by absorbing the vital essence of minds, replacing them with their wickedness.

After the great flood I became King, but war was inside of me like a parasite and dominated my body and my mind. I smeared myself with questionable actions, I oppressed the inhabitants of the cities I governed. I could not be stopped in any way, because I was immune from any emotion and physically untouchable.

The prophecy said: After the fall of the great rain someone who stands above the bad would come and restore order in the universe. My universe?

The gods became insecure and stretched their powerful minds to control me. I was invincible and unpunished, but not the owner of myself: I saw with my eyes what I was doing, but I felt that someone or something lived in my unconscious, so that every action of mine caused pain. But I also tried to resist and sometimes I defeated this evil force that tried to destroy me. And so the deceiving gods sent someone to distract my mind and control my heart: She was an Amazon, strong and wise and in combat her weapons were not just knives and swords, but it was also beauty, with which she could pierce hearts and minds .She was so bright from light that an entire galaxy could be obscured by it, and I became a slave and I forgot the night. I breathed in love and I hoped to finally live like a windless sea. Whenever the star in the sky closed its weary eyes, I rested my limbs in the arms of my warrior, and when finally my existence began to make sense, the mocking gods wanted to donate me new awareness.

I learned the meaning of what everyone calls desperation.

She died, and my arms became tired.

But what does not kill reinforces the will, and the anger in my heart threw out the tentacles that enwrapped my mind.

Although I was not allowed to, I looked for the flower that would give life back.

The ancient legends brought me to a world to the edges of the universe, at the bottom of its darkest sea. But this too was a trap. I picked the flower of the deep water and climbed above the waves, where I collapsed on the shore, still tired and proven by pain.

As I slept the sleep of hope, the snake ate the flower and its skin changed.

THE SENTENCE

I woke up and when I realized that all was lost, I cursed the gods so loudly that my voice made the foundations of their palace tremble and for the first time they too understood the meaning of the word fear.

They punished me with the worst condemnation: the solitude of immortality.

I got banned.

The portal was opened and before I crossed it I looked for one last time onto my old world and then, for an infinite instant, the stars clouded my mind. I did not know where I had been sent to of the seven known universes and the thirty-three dimensions, close to the one in which I had committed the sacrilege.

But I was aware that I would have wandered for millennia, knowing, loving, experiencing, but always remaining alone; the sand of time would have been my path and all living beings my reflection image.

Very often it happens that the righteous are condemned by the guilty.

In the place where I had been exiled, I would have made new friends, but time would have taken them away, leaving me always the same.

From this galaxy I would have known of many worlds that would have disappeared and all my power could not have done anything to avoid their nemesis, because I was a prisoner.

I would have been allowed to see the darkest secrets of time, look at the infinity of traveller lives and give them advice not to fall into darkness, always ambush in their souls, but no one would have been saved from me if one had walked the way towards self-destruction. My punishment? Give the right advice, but at the end have to submit to the free will of those I tried to set free.

The world that gets bathed from this warm little yellow star is now my kingdom and my prison, and all of its eras are my dominion.

But you, who long to live forever, I would undoubtedly give my place to be lovingly wrapped in death, finally I would let me caress by his cold hands, always warmer than spend thousands of years in the arms of Eternity.

In my infinite wandering I have observed existences, as well as ordinary and extraordinary, and from all I have learned the primary directive: time is the only dimension that includes everything ...

I am the Traveler and I help hearts to reflect, because every mistake is forever ...

EMBARRASSMENT ON ORION

A heir without honor

When we think that something evil that happened in the past, can't happen again ... it does happen again.

In these hours without stars, so close to a new dawn, I remember an episode that I saw as a spectator on a world belonging to a planetary system present in the belt of Orion and more precisely near the star Alnilam, in an era that gets lost in the night of time.

One day an eminent scholar of the kingdom of Bat, respected by everyone for his professional skills, he understood that he needed now a young and awake collaborator to help him with his work.

He therefore decided to start examining the most promising students, just out of school, to possibly choose the best. In fact, taking care of the wealth of his fellow citizens, allowing them to earn and at the same time paying taxes in the right way, had become a task that was too burdensome for him alone.

In the end, after many talks the choice fell on a young man of good hopes that appeared well and who knew how to quickly solve problems from a practical point of view, even if his theoretical knowledge was a bit lacking.

In fact his studies, (one will know later), had not been carried out with engagement and diligence, but rather with a lot of cunning, so much so that he finally managed to deceive his own teachers.

Certainly the road ahead of him was downhill, given its nature so ... concrete.

Many years passed and the young man slowly managed to get what he wanted: win the utter trust of his host.

But that was not enough for him, so he started thinking about a strategy that would allow him to unseat his mentor from the main chair.

The work increased and they had to decide to acquire new collaborators.

The young professional accepted this commitment, because he had a goal: to find new assistants, professionally good, but weak in character.

Subsequently he began the purge of the cooperators who could bother him, because he understood only later that they were endowed with strong personality and that they would never bow to his atrocities.

Last step, to succeed in eliminating professionally his boss with the intent to acquire the customers of the whole kingdom without having to pay even one piece of gold.

It was in fact tradition that the value of every sold activity, assigned to those who took it on, an amount in gold equal to the number of active customers, had