Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins (21 page)

C
HAPTER 29

New York, 26th December 2008

The governor of New York, George Griffin, was in his penthouse flat in Manhattan, where he had spent Christmas with his family. As a rule the Griffin family stayed on in the house till the day after the celebration. It was nighttime and George was in the living room with his wife, listening to an audio book beside the fire, while some of their grandchildren ran around the huge apartment and the adults played poker by the pool. To his surprise, his butler John came hurrying into the room with a cordless telephone in his hand.

‘Mr. Griffin, there’s an urgent call for you, says he’s an FBI agent.’

‘From the FBI, at this time of night? Another terrorist threat? Thank you, John, let me answer it.

‘Governor Griffin speaking.’

‘Mr. Governor, this is special agent Carlson of the FBI. Sorry for bothering you at this hour.’

‘Don’t worry, young man, I’m used to it.’

‘Sir, a boy arriving from Brazil has tried to enter the country with the documents of your great-grandson David Griffin.’

‘My great-grandson? David died in 2001. The documents must be forgeries.’

‘We’ve checked the documents, they’re in order. We knew your grandson had passed away, which is why we contacted you. We want to find out if someone could have had access to his documents, as we have no record of their being lost or stolen. The boy we have here is in possession of David’s passport and also of his identity card.’

‘My God, hold him there, I’m on my way to the airport.’

‘Yes, Sir, we’ll be waiting for you in the airport director’s office.’

‘What’s the matter, George? You look pale. What’s going on?’ asked his wife, thinking he was looking strange when he hung up the phone.

‘The FBI agent says there’s a boy trying to enter the country with David’s documents.’

‘David’s? Impossible.’

‘Where were his documents?’

‘At the time we thought they were with Sarah, in her office at work. When we brought their things here our great-grandson’s documents weren’t among them. You don’t think it really could be David at the airport, do you?’

‘I don’t know. I’m heading over there now. John, get the car ready. We’re going to the airport at once. My dear, don’t say anything to anyone, especially Thomas. Wait till I’ve found out what’s really going on.’

The governor’s car had hardly stopped in front of the airport doors and the governor was jumping out. John turned round to speak to his boss, but George was already hurrying into the building. Following him were two security guards. In minutes Griffin was at the door of the director’s office. All the guards recognized the governor and saw he was in a hurry, so none of them had dared stop him to ask him what he wanted. He opened the office door without knocking.

‘Where’s the boy?’

‘Good evening, Governor, I’m special agent Carlson and this is the director…’ He had barely completed the sentence when George interrupted him.

‘Agent Carlson, take me to the boy at once, after that we can talk.’

‘Yes, Sir. This way.’

They took the elevator and entered a corridor with doors off it.

‘Governor, he’s in this room. Would you like to see him first on the closed-circuit camera?’ asked the FBI agent, pointing to one of the doors off the long corridor.

‘No, I’m going in. Wait out here, please.’

‘As you wish, Governor.’

The governor let out a long sigh, feeling a tiny flame of hope. His hope was that, by some miracle, David had survived and had been missing all these years, perhaps having lost his memory or been kidnapped. Slowly he turned the handle and went inside. At the end of another corridor he saw a bed, two armchairs and a television showing the Weather Channel. George went forward slowly, trying to see who was there.

‘Hello, is anyone there?’ called the governor as he went forward. When he least expected it, one of the armchairs spun round 180 degrees towards him.

‘Just me,’ answered David.

The governor looked directly into the boy’s eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Tears began to roll down his face.

‘My God, it can’t be… David, is it really you?’ said George.

David had grown a lot, but his face and his look were unmistakable.

‘Yes, it’s me. And you are…?’

‘David, it’s me, your great-grandfather George. Don’t you remember me?’

‘My great-grandfather? Ah… I think I do remember, yes, I’m not sure. My memories are pretty confused, but I have seen you before,’ replied David, choked up at being recognized by his great-grandfather and at his tears. He had hardly finished the sentence when he started crying too.

‘Come here, son, give me a hug,’ answered the governor, pulling David to him by the neck and embracing him tightly for a long time. ‘David, tell me where you’ve been all this time. We thought you had died in the 9/11 attacks.’

‘I can’t tell you what really happened, all I remember is that the building was on fire and I was trying to pull my mother out from under the wreckage. The next thing, I woke up in a car on a highway with two men who said they were helping me. We were in Brazil. They handed me over to a family there and I never saw them again.’

‘My God, how can this have happened? You managed to save yourself and angels must have hidden you. David, you’re nearly eighteen now, do you have any idea who you really are?’

‘Mr. Griffin…’

‘You can call me grandpa.’

‘OK, I’ve got to get used to it. Grandpa, I know about everything now.’

‘You know about everything? What is everything?’

‘I know I’m a clone of Jesus Christ.’

George was flabbergasted.

‘And how did you find out about that?’

‘A few days ago I was taken up in a spaceship and a being called Galzu explained everything to me. We traveled in time and he showed me who I was, and how and why Jesus was created; how mankind was created, and what my mission is on earth. He spoke of you too, that you are descended from Jesus and that you protect the secret and the blood of Jesus, which was used to make me.’

George was even more amazed, and he remembered that they were being taped.

‘David, let’s get out of here. We’ll go to my house, I’ll look after you and we’ll catch up with things. We have a lot to talk about. The whole family will be astonished to see you. Get your things.’

George and David walked out of the office, just as Carlson and his partner appeared from the next room where they had been monitoring the conversation.

‘Mr. Governor, I can’t let you take the boy. It’ll need a judge to authorize it.’

‘Mr. Carlson, I think you are forgetting who you’re talking to. If you prefer, I’ll call the director of the FBI direct and tell him you want to stop me taking my great-grandson back to my house.’

‘I’m sorry, Governor, I’m only doing my duty. Very well, whatever you say. We’ll sort it out later.’

‘One more thing, Mr. Carlson. I need that tape with the recording of my conversation with my great- grandson.’

‘But, Governor…’

‘Grandpa, don’t worry, what we spoke about is going to be public knowledge now. Let them keep the tape, it won’t be much use to them,’ said David, putting his hand on his great-grandfather’s shoulder.

‘Are you sure, David? If we do that, they’ll be after you,’ whispered George in David’s ear.

‘Yes, I’m sure, and I know about all the dangers. But this is my mission.’

‘OK, then, if that’s what you want… Mr. Carlson, if you like you can ask your boss to call my office tomorrow, in case he wants to know anything about my great-grandson. But I don’t think he’ll be bothered about it.’

‘Yes, Mr. Governor, I’ll tell him.’

‘Let’s go, David, you must be tired. Let’s go home.’

George and David went up to the next floor in the elevator. They came out in the main lobby of the airport where the governor’s bodyguards were waiting for him. As it was Christmas time, the area was packed with people walking in all directions, with suitcases and trolleys. The airport was chaotic because a snowstorm had delayed many flights. When they had walked a little way, David saw a girl of about twelve, sitting with her parents on a bench in the waiting area. The girl was in a wheelchair, paralyzed, only being able to move her head and a few fingers. But she was watching calmly as desperate and harassed people rushed hither and thither. David was touched at the sight of that pretty blonde girl, unable to move while her sisters played in front of her. The girl and her parents noticed that David was staring at her and that he slowed down when he saw her. Defensively, thinking it was one more prejudiced person, the girl’s parents accosted him:

‘Why are you staring at our daughter, haven’t you ever seen a child like that? What do you want?’ said the girl’s father, which made David stop and then walk slowly towards him. George stopped where he was and watched.

‘I’m sorry, sir, I just felt that your daughter is someone with a big heart. Hi, kid, what’s your name?’ asked David, kneeling down to be on a level with the girl.

‘My name’s Amy, what’s yours?’

‘I’m David. Pleased to meet you, Amy. You’re very pretty, did you know that?’

‘Thanks. You’re not bad-looking either.’

‘No way. Something wrong with your eyes.’

The girl’s parents didn’t know how to react to David. Other people looked at their daughter with pity or pretended they couldn’t see her. David was different; he had gone up to her and started a conversation. They saw they had been unfair to him, thinking he was another bigot.

‘Amy, tell me something, are you happy?’

‘Yes, I’m very happy,’ she answered shyly.

‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ?’

‘Yes, Jesus Christ is our Savior.’

‘If I told you that Jesus Christ could make you better and get you out of that wheelchair, would you believe me?’

‘Hey, boy, wait a minute, don’t you go saying those things to my daughter. You’ll give her false hopes. We’ve got problems enough as it is. Get out of here,’ said the girl’s father, getting up.

‘Take it easy, honey, let him talk to her. He was talking about Jesus, it could be good for her self-esteem,’ said the woman, holding on to her husband.

‘I’m sorry, Sir, don’t worry, I won’t do your daughter any harm. I just want to help her.

‘So, Amy, do you believe that Jesus can help you make yourself better?’

‘Yes, I think that if anyone’s going to make me better it’ll be Jesus. But I don’t fret about that, I’m happy the way I am and there are people needier than me.’

‘It’s precisely because you think that way that you deserve to be cured.’

The girl’s father couldn’t contain himself; he was ready to give David a good thumping.

‘Can I say a prayer for you, Amy? Can I put my hands on you?’

‘Sure you can.’

David put his right hand on Amy’s head, and the left one on her chest. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate, as if he was praying silently.

‘That’s it. In a little while you’ll be able to play with your sisters.’