Chapter 347: My Resurrection

Friday, June 1, 2007 (Continued)

During the previous days I'd many times thanked everyone for permitting my plan's progress, so I just said, "Thanks very much YET again. Okay, I'll get changed and lie on the bed and we'll role-play it. Not that there's much to do." This was taking place in Mom and Dad's bedroom because it had a Faraday cage and it seemed like an appropriate place for their son to come back into the world.

I changed into the shorts I'd planned to wear. Mom had washed and ironed them for me! She'd been nervous, and said she wanted Mark to make a good impression when the press arrived. I'd be wearing shorts and nothing else so the media's first glance at my body would stop anyone suspecting that I was Archangel Michael.

While I changed, I suggested, "Let's say you felt like coming to this room. You had a feeling that the angel that replaced Michael wanted you to come, but you can't explain how you thought that. We'll say that it happened at the time that you did come here, so about thirty minutes ago, and that you'd each been previously doing whatever you'd truly been doing, so no lies about any of that.

^-- "When you got to this room, you had a feeling it was time for the resurrection, and we spent twenty five minutes talking, mostly your thanking Ron for his sacrifice and he insisting that it was the least he could do to pay you all back. You've heard me describe that stuff before so we'll just run through it quickly so you have common stories."

We did it. I'm sure you can easily imagine what we said, so I won't bother recording it.

I continued, "Then the angel that had replaced Archangel Michael appeared about five minutes ago. It had a MUCH better command of English. It has no body, so we'll say we heard the voice coming from all around us. You can each say that the voice sounded like your own voice, which will confuse people a little, but that's good.

^-- "It told you how God had always intended that Mark be the resurrectee because God wants the world to have an 'In Your Face' object lesson about how wasteful immorality is. If Mark had been kept alive, the discoveries from his body would have changed human civilization enormously for the better, but humanity's immorality destroyed and lost Mark's body. God will resurrect Mark, but will change his body chemistry so it won't lead to the breakthroughs it could have. The Guardian Angel has also been told not to allow many experiments to be done on Mark, making it even harder for scientists to discover anything useful. God wants humans to get just enough from Mark's new body to be tantalized and excited by it, but not to be able to get any of the incredibly wonderful things humans could have gained if the first body hadn't been killed.

^-- "The angel also said that Archangel Michael was sent to Earth to observe humanity in general, but also how humanity treated Mark as he grew into his potential. God was greatly disappointed in humanity when it treated Mark so immorally that humanity ended up killing him. God says it's going to be a very long time before there's a chance of someone like Mark happening again. As we talked about before, to get more religious people on our side we'll say the angel said that Mark was not only physically and mentally advanced, but his soul was advanced too. After the resurrection, I'll have that soul back, which should give me some credibility with the religious people, which are the ones we worry about the most. The angel can say that God has resurrected me with my body rendered less useful, but my mind and soul are just as advanced as they used to be.

^-- "I've said all that in one burst and I mixed the structure up a little, so when you talk about it you'll give slightly different versions. Does anyone think we should go through it more carefully?"

Donna said, "I didn't understand all of it..."

"And that's perfect, Donna. You'll be more convincing if you don't understand. It's all a pile of custard anyway, so you're not missing out on anything real."

"Okay."

"According to our story, the new angel has been talking to us for half an hour, and at this point it says it's time to do the resurrection. I - as Ron - lie down on the bed and all the pretty girls kiss me goodbye. We can actually role-play that part, if you like."

The girls kissed me and thanked me for my noble sacrifice. I said I was looking forward to finding out what came next. The parents said some short, sweet, in-character words, gave me hugs, then we got on with the play.

I said, "We'll say the angel was hovering here for the last half an hour while it was talking to us." I created a white light blob in a convenient location.

Donna asked, "I thought those were aliens that had to come a long way to see you. But now they come whenever you want, and the Guardian is going to appear and disappear a lot too, right? So what are they?"

"Just think of them as angels for now. When all the media frenzy has died down I'll tell you more, but telling you too much new stuff now might cause you to say the wrong thing when someone asks you about them."

"It's very weird the way they come whenever you want?"

"For now, let's just say it's because angels are very smart and clever because they work for God. I'll tell you more later, but now isn't the time. There are too many other important things to worry about."

"Okay. I want to know though."

I got back to the main issue, "We'll make the resurrection very simple. After the angel saw we'd all finished saying our goodbyes and thank yous, the angel got brighter and brighter," which it did, "taking only a few seconds to get so bright it was hard to look at," which it was. Everyone could still see though, as it getting too bright for us to see might make the public suspect that it had played a trick on us.

"When it was bright like it is now - bright, but you can still see - the angel paused for about five seconds, then it said, 'Mark is here now.' Before you can say anything, Ron's body says, 'Mom, Dad, is that you? Where am I? How did I get here? Donna, why are your, umm, breasts so big?'"

While Donna giggled, Mom soberly asked, "Do we really want Mark to talk about Donna's breasts at this historic moment? That's going to upset some people."

"I'm trying to deflate the pretentiousness from the event, to establish an air of normality. The faster we appear normal the better. Plus Mark's got no idea what's happened to him, so he should ask ordinary questions..."

Vanessa added, "Plus you enjoy jerking people's chains."

"Yeah, that too. But I still think my other reasons are sufficient. It also seems like such a down-to-earth comment that it might help people believe that there's no trick involved in this."

"I think we should leave it in," opined Dad. "It does make things seem more real."

I asked, "Does anyone have a good reason to exclude Donna's tits from being mentioned in thousands of history books?"

Donna giggled again, then suggested, "Maybe I should get changed into something better for the photographs?"

Julia ALMOST agreed, and then realized her mistake. A guilty look flashed across her face and she looked at me to see if I'd noticed. I let her know that I had, and she hung her head with well-deserved shame.

Mom said, "I think it's better you don't look like you dressed for the comment, Donna. We were doing ordinary things around the house because we didn't expect this to happen."

Donna was more concerned with other issues, "I didn't know I was going to be photographed and put in books when I put these clothes on..."

I interrupted this mindlessness, "You'll be appearing on God knows how many TV shows and you'll be interviewed until it drives you up the wall, so you'll have plenty of opportunity to dress how you want."

"Goody! Umm, but I don't really have anything suitable. We'll have to go shopping. Julia, Carol and Ava; can you help me PLEASE?"

#4: <I miss the old Donna... >

#15: <Don't you mean "the young Donna"?>

#4: <Let's settle on "the not insane Donna". We're about to blow the world away and stand it on its head, and Donna's main concern is making sure she's dressed appropriately.>

#32: <I'm sure it's in the mind of every female; the others were just smart enough to upgrade their outfits a couple of notches before we started this discussion.>

#20: <I'm amused that Donna didn't ask Mom to go shopping with her. "How quickly they grow up.">

Mom said, "Donna, this isn't about you. Trying to get Mark's life back is a great deal more important than what clothes you're wearing."

"Umm, sorry. It's just..." Mom's dirty look shut Donna up. Or maybe it "shut her down." It probably did both, such is the power of glares from mothers.

#13: <The good news is that this major issue has completely blown away Donna's concern about what the aliens/angels really are. It's good to see that her priorities are so well ordered.>

I said, "Let's get back to role-playing. I've just said 'Mom, Dad, is that you? Where am I? How did I get here? Donna, why are your, umm, breasts so big?' Let's play this out for real, so who speaks next?"

Mom was still thinking about clothes (it takes females quite a long time to disengage from that issue), and the others thought one of my parents should speak, so it fell to Dad. He said, "You're at home, Mark. We moved a while ago. You don't remember what happened to you?"

"I was being held prisoner by some scientists who were doing horrible things to me. I didn't think I'd ever get out. Did they drug me in my sleep again and then give me back?

^-- "Out of character: I'll try to make my voice stumble a little bit occasionally, but I don't think I should do it much. I'll be clumsy when I walk around for the first few days, but speaking shouldn't be so hard. Does everyone agree?"

"Sounds fine to me," agreed Prof. "It's not as if scientists have other cases to compare you to."

No one else argued the point, so I said, "Okay. Back in character then. The angel will now say that it's okay to talk with Mark about what happened because his soul is strong enough to handle it."

Prof asked, "Why hasn't Mark asked about the big blob of light?"

"Because I stupidly forgot that I wouldn't know about them. Let's change my first words to, 'Mom, Dad, is that you? Where am I? How did I get here? Why is that light so bright? Donna, why are your, umm, breasts so big?' We'll pretend I initially thought the light was some sort of lamp stand."

You should have the idea by now. We played it out, with my families breaking the news to me that I'd been killed in the CIA lab and resurrected by the lamp stand about fifteen months later. It took us about ten minutes to get the next five minutes of dialogue planned, then I said, "For the sake of the FBI watchers outside, the Guardian Angel should arrive and the other angel leave about now, and the email should be sent too. We've still got about five minutes of dialogue to invent, but I need to do those things now. Okay?"

Everyone agreed.

I wrote the email on Ron's computer system. After the usual authentication codes, the body of the text was:

I am the angel that replaced the servant of God that you know as Archangel Michael.

God, through me, performed the resurrection ten minutes ago. Mark Anderson and his families are getting reacquainted. They have much to discuss. You need to be aware of some aspects of this resurrection:

First, Mark's Guardian Angel will be joining him soon and will be with him by the time any of you arrive. Remember what Archangel Michael said about Guardian Angels: they are single-minded about protecting their assigned subject and they can be deadly. The Guardian has been given a single instruction by God: "Protect Mark Anderson." The Guardian will understand that to include Mark's quality of life and the lives of those people nearest and dearest to him. It will not feel constrained to be gentle with offending humans. If any person oversteps what the Guardian considers acceptable behavior, the Guardian will make that person wish they'd been more cautious, presuming the person is still alive to wish anything. Guardians can be deadly, so respect it! You have been warned.

Second, the resurrection was delayed because Mark's soul was badly damaged by the very traumatic experiences prior to his death. God needed him to heal before the resurrection could take place. That healing has been accomplished, so Mark's soul is now robust and strong. For Mark's sake, and because God thinks it appropriate for other reasons, some of Mark's memories have been removed. One removal is worth mentioning now. Mark does not remember anything subsequent to a few hours before his death. Those hours contained a particularly horrific experiment, his death itself, and his time with God. That removal was to preserve Mark's mental health and so he can retain his freewill over his beliefs.

Third, Mark's soul now inhabits Ronald Fisher's body. Ronald's soul is no longer on your Earth. God left a few of Ronald's memories behind to help Mark transition to his new reality, and so Mark would appreciate the full value of Ronald's gift to his extended family. At the end of what I wish to say in this email, I will reproduce Ronald's volunteering email to Jonathon Winters.

Fourth, all of Ronald's cells now contain Mark's DNA. They and God will transform Ronald's body into Mark's. God has changed that process from what it would've been if left to nature, so it will take just a few weeks to give Mark a better version of the body than he had at the time of his death.

Fifth, Mark's first body was - if you'll excuse the expression - miraculous. As far as I know, it didn't come about as a result of God's deliberate action but from natural processes and a great deal of luck, as the potential for all of humanity to have bodies and brains as capable as Mark's exists within human DNA, although far beyond your current ability to locate, understand and activate. Had Mark been left to pursue his own life, the source of that potential could have been identified and duplicated by your scientists. However, humanity chose to behave immorally, leading to Mark's body being destroyed. God has decided that humanity does not deserve a second chance to achieve the wonders that it threw away by destroying Mark, so God has altered the body chemistry of Mark's second body. It is still wondrous, but it will no longer give you the clues you need to unlock its previous great potential. Furthermore, the Guardian has been instructed to allow medical access to Mark only if he permits it, and only to a very limited degree even if Mark wishes to allow more. The information you will receive will taunt you and serve as an object lesson for what your immorality has cost you.

Sixth, God sent Archangel Michael to Earth to observe humanity at close hand, and to monitor Mark Anderson's growing into his potential. God was very interested in Mark Anderson, as his soul was as advanced as his body and mind. God was most displeased by humanity's immorally taking a wonder and subjecting him to barbaric treatments. Not only did you deprive yourselves of a substantial leap forward in your evolution, but your actions indicate that there is a substantial chance that humanity will destroy itself soon. I tell you this for two reasons: to encourage you to take corrective actions, and to help you understand the need to be cautious of the Guardian. It knows God's current attitude toward humanity, and it won't hesitate to apply harsh lessons if it deems them useful.

It has been interesting to observe your societies since I arrived here. You have much potential, but also a selfish immorality that will be the end of you if you don't get control of it. Good luck on avoiding your self-destruction. Ce qui sera, sera."

Note that the first point is very clear on the 'fact' that the Guardian Angel is under God's orders and not under mine, so I can't stop it or be blamed for anything it does. If, for example, the CIA turns up and tries to take me away, the Guardian Angel can protect me as aggressively as it wants without my being responsible for any human crimes it commits. The second point is to save me from endless hard-to-answer questions. In the fifth point, the Guardian Angel will override me, so clearly I can't be blamed if it ever breaks the law. The last sentence is French for "Whatever will be, will be." Mainly to give the impression that the angels weren't wholly concerned with America, which was starting to worry me.

I followed that with a retyped copy of Ron Fisher's email to Jonathon's organization. It was a real tear-jerker, and might even get as much airtime as Donna's tits will.

Then I hit "Send".

While a couple of my minds were writing the email - only a couple were needed because my families and I had already discussed it pretty thoroughly - another of my minds did the angel movements: The Guardian Angel's arrival was relatively low key. It was nothing more than a fairly bright, yellow light blob, in the shape of a one-foot radius sphere. I thought that was large enough to be impressive, as it's about ten times the volume of a human head, without being so large as to intrude annoyingly or be cumbersome. It came into existence about a hundred feet above Mom and Dad's bedroom, starting at a pinhead size, expanding as it descended quickly. It was full-size by the time it was fifty feet lower, retaining that size as it descended right through the roof and into the room. It moved around the room quickly, then faded into invisibility.

I put on the angel's voice, said, "Ahh, the Guardian is here. It will look after you from now on, Mark. It's time for me to go. Have a good, successful life everyone."