The Fifth Origin. First Steps

By J. P. Johnson

A man appears five thousand years before his time. The place is a region in the southwest of Great Britain. He is the one who will later be called Jesus of Nazareth, a Time Traveler. Jesus and his antagonist, Lucifer, Good and Evil, have been fighting on Earth for thousands of years. They have had many names: Mannawydan, Teutatis, Imhotep and Jufu. On the way they will build the mysterious monuments and symbols that we contemplate today: Stonehenge, the pyramids, Chichen Itza and Nazca. The goal is always the same: to communicate with the Creators who will exterminate Humanity in the year 2020.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JPJohnson Books
• Release date: Sep 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005909291

J. P. Johnson

¡Hola! Soy Joan Pont, aunque publico algunas de mis obras como J.P. Johnson, encantado de conocerte. Vivo en la isla de Mallorca, la mayor de las cinco islas del Archipiélago Balear. Ese es el motivo por el que toda mi obra está impregnada de una "mediterraneidad" profunda y de una pasión desmedida por este pequeño trozo de tierra rodeado de agua salada. Me encanta el mar, practico el surf y el paddle surf y me indigna ver cómo estamos destruyendo este Mediterráneo que conforma el germen de nuestra existencia. Cada vez hay más plásticos y menos peces, pasan barcos a mi lado echando humo de sus motores arrastrando redes kilométricas que destrozan los fondos mientras grandes yates fondean sobre praderas de posidónea y al levar las anclas destruyen estas plantas que son los pulmones del mar. Por eso un día me puse a escribir "La venganza de la Tierra. Mare Nostrum". Porque, tal como explica Lovelock, algún día Gaia, la Madre Naturaleza, acabará con nosotros. En mi novela Gaia nos da un aviso que acaba con la mayor parte de la Humanidad, pero concediéndonos una segunda oportunidad que, como se ve al final, no será entendida por todos. Pere Quetglas sí lo entiende, y su cometido será, a partir de ahora, concienciar a los que han quedado para que no vuelva a repetirse. Mi última obra es "El Quinto Origen. Stonehenge". Tengo que confesarte que estoy completamente enganchado a ella. Me apasiona la historia de los seres inmortales, Jesús y Lucius, que construyen monumentos y luchan entre ellos a lo largo de la Historia. Al mismo tiempo me he enamorado de Mamen, una mujer increíble. En estos momentos estoy terminando la segunda parte de El Quinto Origen, llamada Nefer-Nefer-Nefer. Pero habrá más. Por supuesto que sí. Mi ilusión por la literatura nunca se va acabar, es algo que llevo infiltrado en la sangre, y la culminación de mi trabajo es que te guste mi obra, querida lectora, querido lector, que te enamores de Odisea Pascual y de Mamen Torres, tal como he hecho yo, que llores con Joanet y con Cristian, y que te quedes boquiabierto con la figura de Jesús a través de la historia de la Humanidad. Muchas gracias por leerme. Un gran abrazo.  

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THE FIFTH ORIGIN II.

FIRST STEPS

J. P. JOHNSON

The Fifth Origin II. First steps.

© J. P. Johnson / Joan Pont Galmés [2019)

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For Mamen.

PREFACE

After Mamen and Toni left him behind inside the Sóller tunnel, Lucius had taken the opposite direction, terrified, longing until the last second for Mamen and Toni to return through the tunnel. He was so scared that didn't even dare to call them.

There, waiting with his back against a wall of marge, he had fallen asleep by the effect of Alprazolam that everyone had taken the night before and had had several nightmares. In one of them he had seen a figure descending from the clouds like a fiery and trembling angel, falling on he as the Messenger of Death. He had seen his wings and then again his eyes releasing sparks and flames. And the dream was so real that he could even smell the smoke and feel the heat on his face.

Devils!

Suddenly the fire that ravaged the agonizing pine forest fell on him. He got up and flew down the road. He arrived to Sóller and started jumping on the rubble of the first houses. The air had become so hot that his lungs seemed to contain kerosene.

Arf, arf! He ran everything his legs allowed, although didn't move much due to the large amount of debris. Now was near the Botanical Garden. The fire devouring the houses on the hill to his left. Behind them the vehicles exploded, spreading the fire towards the ruins of Sóller.

He could not run anymore. He stopped, masked by soot and his hair partly burned, and raised his arms and, raising them to heaven, shouted:

I'm here! Come for me! Kill me at once! Kill me! I said kill me! and then fell to his knees, weeping tears of ash. How desperate he was! Suddenly everything from the previous night came on him. He took a piece of glass from the floor and, kneeling, cut the veins of the left hand.

There are two corpses in the night painted white by the big moon, one next to the other, and above them there is a triangle of light, haughty, incomprehensible.

Suddenly the light bifurcates and two branches separate from it and fall on each of the bodies. They cross them, they illuminate them, they beat them, they mold them. The light plays with the cold flesh. Muscles without blood. Joints without game. A jet of steam rises from each mouth. Suddenly the light contracts, it rises, it seems that it has finished what it was doing and returns to the triangle that, in a phantasmagorical way, ascends and vanishes in the night.

After a few seconds the process is repeated on the other side of the valley. On the asphalt the Lucius body emits a jet of steam through the mouth and then the triangular light is lost in the sky.

Mamen Torres and Toni Figueroa still do not know what has really happened after the arrival of the lights that have destroyed Port de Soller.

In their way to Palma they were caught in a huge fire that destroyed the Serra de Tramuntana. Mamen has died in the explosion of a gas station. Then Toni, finding himself alone, has committed suicide.

But during the night some very strange things happened.

They both came back to life.

And now they are hungry…

On the other side of the Coll mountains, the Soller valley, Lucius opened his mouth and tried to get out of his stomach everything he had eaten in his life, but all that came out were several puffs of bile as black as the smoke that rose from the shattered pumps of the BP gas station, just fifty meters ahead.

Aggghhh...

However, like Mamen and Toni, he continued to suffer from a terrible hunger. He had awakened at dawn, amid a roar of roosters that had survived the landslides and fires, dazed and immobilized by a pain that overflowed his senses like a hot, poisonous tide. The sun was rising behind him, over the Coll. For a moment he thought that when the sun reached him everything would be as before, and remembered his parents' house in Soller, he remembered the room on the top floor and remembered his work table and his maps and his photographs, all imbued of a delicious chaos.

So suddenly he felt very comfortable, in the midst of a delirium similar of drugs. The sun's rays exceeded the summits of the Serra de Alfàbia and delicious tongues of heat licked his face. The rays, the dream, the delicious memories of the near past, all this kept him in a kind of ecstasy for several minutes, which seemed like hours to him, as if he were the pianist of an empty bar that nobody listens to.

Suddenly, when that brief period of well-being ceased, he began to feel worse. His head began to ache in a terrible way, so that he raised his left hand to bring it to his temple. It was then that he discovered that he was lying in a pool of blood.

Ahhhh! But what is this?

He jumped up, for a moment forgetting the unbearable pain in his joints and began to look for the origin of that blood in his body, but after a few seconds he realized that it was completely clotted and a lot of flies fluttered over it.

Yesterday night... I cut my... my...

He quickly lifted his left wrist and contemplated four cuts the thickness of a finger each, but fully cured.

But how… ?

He remembered clearly the moments before the cuts, and even the mood that had led him to do them, but then ... Nothing. A parenthesis, an abyss. He had been unconscious almost immediately, only a few seconds had passed since a torrent of blood had begun to flow from his wrist. But then ... Who had healed those wounds? Frightened, he started observing everything with wide eyes, with the intensity of a lunatic, looking for some movement, some way of life, but didn't discover anything that he hadn't already seen: corpses, rubble, desolation... For a moment he thought that the previous memories weren't anything more than a cruel invention of his subconscious, but the puddle of blood at his feet with the edges coated with ashes made him discard it immediately.

A madness... It must be a madness... It's impossible not to go crazy. Something is wrong in my head, something I haven't realized... Yes, it must have been a while between the moment I did this and the moment of awakening...

He thought about that with despair, holding his hair with the fingers, hitting the head with a closed fist to do as much damage as possible, as if it were possible to return to