The Stone

…excerpts from the journals of Dr. Robert Justin…

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end.  To the thirsty I will give from the fountain of the water of life without payment.”

Revelation, 21.6

25 December, 1980

I have at last drank from the cup of God and now I shall have life eternal.  Through all my life I have scoffed at the words of God, how strange it is that through Him I have stumbled upon immortality.  I have been a disbeliever myself, and do not expect you to listen to my words without skepticism.  The story I am about to tell, however, is as true as the earth is round.  There is immortality upon this planet.  I have met her and her name is Glacia Dion.

I had my first glimpses of immortality on February 6th, 1978, when Tobias Thorn, a good friend and a writer stopped by to talk.  He had just completed his graduate thesis on “The Search for Immortality in Western Literature,” at Harvard.  That night he explained to me that his research had led him to seek the expertise of a woman named Glacia Dion.  Dion was then a mystic and palmreader living in Boston.  He was raving about her endlessly–obviously in love.  “She is a real alchemist,” he exclaimed, “my God, Robert, she has the elixir of life, do you understand?”

“Yes, Tobias, I do understand, but I do not believe.”

“You will, when you are forty years old and I am still twenty-five, then you will believe.”  (I was then only twenty-seven.)

“If that should happen, which I very much doubt, only then I shall believe you.”  Little did I know how soon I would believe.  Glacia had apprenticed my friend, and he had already drank the elixir (which must be done twice), and thus begun his pathway to eternal life.  I proposed that I do a biological study of his reaction to the elixir, and he agreed.  First, however, I was to meet Glacia.

13 February, 1978

We stood upon the doorstep of the house of Glacia Dion.  Above her door hung a gargoyle.  It had a hideous face, like the face of the Devil himself.  A sign in the window read, “Glacia Dion, Psychic Reader and Healer, by appointment only.”  I could not help chuckling to myself on this point.  As I was noticing another gargoyle above the door to the adjacent apartment, her door swung open.

Just inside the doorway stood the most unusual woman I have ever seen.  Her dark hair hung half way down her back.  She looked at me with her green eyes, a look that seemed to be searching for something.  Though she attracted me greatly, I was unable to determine what about her was so exciting to me.  “You must be Doctor Justin?” she stood aside to welcome us inside.

“Yes, good to meet you,” I said as I stepped through the doorway.  I felt something strange as I entered.  Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I felt a breeze inside the apartment; a warm breeze, unlike those in most doorways.  The interior decorations were even stranger than the architecture I had observed outside.  She furnished it with antiques from both the U.S. and England, in all the styles present during the late eighteenth century.  The living room contained an odd assortment of museum replicas.  One in particular struck me; a small bust of a woman with a cobra coiled upon her head.  The eyes of the snake and the woman were red stones, rubies I imagine.  The statue itself had once been gold plated, but parts of the gold had flaked off.  The cobra stretched out from the head of the woman, it’s hood opened.

“I see that you like artwork, Dr. Justin,” Glacia smiled.  “You will take great interest in my collection.  The piece you are looking at is a rare piece sculpted by an ancient Egyptian artist.”

“I assume that you mean it is a replica?”

“No, it is an original piece.  All my treasures are originals.  Most people do take them for imitations though.  No woman in my income bracket could ever afford all this.  But that is not what we are here to discuss.  Please, sit down.”  I settled into a chair which I found quite comfortable, but oddly warm, as if someone had been sitting there a moment before.  “You wish to know more about my work, Dr. Justin.  First, however, I must see that you are a man of integrity, as well as a man who will keep his silence until the time is right.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“The things that you will learn are secrets which have been kept since the beginning of time.  If they were to be released, they could, well, as the bible says: ‘Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before the feet of swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.’  You may not understand this now, but at any rate, I cannot allow you to tell any person these holy truths.  Does this sound reasonable to you?”

“I’m still listening.”

“Good.  Then I suppose we all agree?” she asked.  Tobias and I nodded.  “Then you may ask any question you wish, Dr. Justin.  Any tests that you wish to do, however, should be checked with me first.”

With these words, our pact was sealed.  I will be the first to do a strict medical accounting of this process, whether or not it actually works.

20 February, 1978

Today I met with Glacia to discuss some things about the elixir.  I felt I needed some explanations before I could begin the experimental process.  She arrived at three in the afternoon, exactly on time.  This quality always impresses me in a person.  Upon opening the door I was struck once again by her appearance, though once again I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly what attracted me.

“Please, come in,” I said, stepping aside.

“Thank you, Dr. Justin.”

“Call me Robert, ‘Dr. Justin’ makes me uncomfortable.”

“Very well, and you may call me Glacia, if it does not make you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all.”  We moved into the living room and sat in the two high backed chairs that sit by my window.  I poured some tea and we further acquainted ourselves.  I asked if she would mind answering a few questions.

“Ask anything.  I’ll try to answer the best I can,” she replied.

“Tobias has told me that about half of the men you have given the elixir to have died, is this true?”

“Yes, unfortunately the elixir works much better on women.  It is fatal to a small amount of women, but has proved fatal to many men.”

“How many men?  Could you make a guess at the percentage of men who die?”

“I would guess that two out of every three has died.”

“Do you know what caused their deaths?”

“It is the nature of the elixir to kill many men.  The elixir was discovered and perfected by a woman, and therefore works best on women.  The spirit of the woman is in the elixir, and that spirit nourishes another woman, but to a man it can be deadly.”

“Your answer may satisfy an alchemist, but it does not satisfy a scientist, such as myself.  I would like to run some tests on you and Tobias to find out why the elixir kills men.”

“That is fine with me.  Did you have any other questions?”

“Yes, could I see the elixir itself, so that I may take a sample?”

“Of course.  Would you like to know more about the elixir?”

“That would be helpful.”

“The elixir was made available to humans through God.  Eve wrote the formula on a stone, she gained knowledge of the elixir when she ate from the tree of life, which grew in the Garden of Eden very near the tree of knowledge.  After Adam and Eve had been cast out of Eden, the serpent brought a piece of fruit from the tree of life, and Eve ate the fruit, which brought her the knowledge of eternal life.  She then wrote this knowledge upon a large stone which God struck with his mighty hand so it crumbled into a hundred thousand pieces.  But Eve kept the stone as a token to help her in her creation of the immortal being.

“She gave a piece of the stone to each who wished to be immortal, and if they died she would retrieve the stone.  These stones became known as ‘the philosophers stone.’  No alchemist can complete the elixir without the stone.  God showed Eve in a dream that all who had the stone must keep the secret from mankind until the time came when all could have the elixir.  This time will come when each of the hundred thousand pieces is in the possession of an immortal human being.  Until that time, however, the elixir will be kept secret, and will be guarded, just as it was guarded by God in the Garden of Eden.”  She paused to drink from her tea.

“I find this very hard to swallow, but I would like you to go on at any rate.  Tell me more about how the elixir is made.”

“You may look at me in disbelief, but only because you have little faith.  You would find it hard to believe in God, much less eternity.  Men such as you are foolish, and no danger to we immortals.  Most people will believe you if you tell them immortals cannot exist, but only because their faith in science is greater than their faith in God.  People will believe a fool with a degree much more easily than a prophet who cannot spell.”  She set down her cup and looked up with a grimace.

“I don’t mean to insult you in any way, and you are right that I have more faith in science than in God.  Please do not take my disbelief as a lack of respect, I don’t mean it that way.”  I felt as if I was in a hole, digging myself deeper by the minute.  “Please, go on about how the elixir is made, I assure you I’m interested,” I said, trying to get myself out of my hole.

“Very well, Robert.  The elixir is made according to an astrological schedule, something you will no doubt also find fault with.  It begins on the Vernal Equinox.  A glass of alcohol is set in the rays of the sun, so that as long as the sun is above the horizon it is on the glass.  The glass must sit here until it takes on new forms.  The solution changes periodically, and upon each change the glass must be moved, shaken, stirred, or in some way altered.  As time goes by the solution changes colors, until at last, as winter approaches, the solution becomes red.  This is when it changes into the blood of God, and the blood comes to life.  The heart within the blood pulses at least fifty, but not more than fifty-five times a minute.  On the day of the birth of Christ, the elixir is swallowed.  This process must be done twice to insure immortality to the soul of the new alchemist.”  She sighed as she finished, and she looked into my eyes.  Once again I had the feeling she was searching for something.

“Thank you,” I said as I scribbled some notes into my notepad.

“You are quite welcome.”

“That is all I need for the moment, unless there was some…”

“No, nothing else I think you need to know.  If anything comes up…”

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be calling.”  I found myself unable to take my eyes off of her neck, especially the point where her throat meets her collarbone.  Something about her throat is quite attractive, the way it moves when she speaks, perhaps.

“The hypothalamus,” she said.

“What?  I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“My neck, where you were just staring, that spot represents the hypothalamus.”

“What do you mean it represents the hypothalamus?”

“For every place inside the body there is a place on the outside of the body that expresses it, represents it.”

“I see.”  I scribbled this in my notepad.

This may be the explanation that Glacia Dion believes, but I do not believe it.  After our talk she allowed me to take a sample of her blood, her skin, and agreed to return in a few days to have a PET scan.  I hope these will give me some clearer answers about the elixir.  She promised to stop by soon with a sample of the elixir itself.

4 June, 1978

Through my studies of the elixir itself I have discovered its method.  It would appear that the elixir, when it reaches the blood-like state, develops into a culture of an as yet undiscovered virus.   Being the first person to identify the virus I choose to name it “Aeternus.”  This virus is a friendly virus, as it only kills some of its victims, and for the others, the lucky ones, it suspends the aging process.  Yes, even I, the great unbeliever, must admit that the elixir exists, and not only that, but it works.

The virus enters the bloodstream and is able to invade the cells rapidly.  The cells which it invades create new DNA, and destroy sections of the old DNA.  The new DNA is then substituted where the old has been removed, and there is no apparent change in the new cell.  This is a mystery to me, how can a virus suspend aging without effecting a change in the cell structure?  Another mystery, the virus does not replicate itself.  I can not determine how it invades enough cells to completely take over the body, or even cause death.

Some tissue samples died in the presence of the virus, and some did not.  Those of Glacia did not die, which was no surprise to me.  Yet I cannot determine what factor determines if the cells will die or not.

30 June, 1978

Another odd point.  The elixir is “alive” as Glacia puts it.  It has a bacterium living in it which I am unable to identify.  It is not a bacterium like any other I have read about or understand.  At any rate, this bacterium carries inside of it the chains of DNA which create and replicate the virus.  It appears that this answers my questions about replication.

12 July, 1978

Today is an awful day in my life, for I have had to tell a good friend he will die.  I have tested the cells of Tobias, and they died immediately.  It seems that the elixir will claim him as one of its victims.  The act of telling him of his death was so horrid a thought to me that I shudder to think that I will relive it again and again in my dreams.

Tobias, Glacia, and I sat in Glacia’s living room of bizarre artifacts, and they listened as I told them of my advancements toward a scientific explanation of the elixir.  When I completed my explanation Tobias sighed, and I could see the look of terror and anticipation in his eyes as he asked me, “So tell me, Robert, am I to be the victim of your ‘Aeternus’ virus, or will I live a thousand lifetimes?”

I could feel the lump growing in my throat.  As if to keep me from saying, “You will die.”

When Tobias heard these words tears welled up in his eyes and he cried out, “why does God require my death?”

“God has a purpose which he must need you for, my love.” said Glacia, now holding Tobias tightly.  “Perhaps you are to die so that Robert may have the solution to the puzzles which trouble him.  In observing the method of your death, perhaps he may determine the method of the elixir.”

With these words Glacia both sparked my curiosity and my deepest suspicions.  Surely she would think other thoughts than these if she really cared for Tobias.  What am I to think of her now?  Am I to trust her?  At the very least I should continue to examine her motives.

10 February, 1979

Tobias has been gone for some time now.  He died in September from an ear infection which could not be stopped.  His ear drum eventually became so swollen that it ruptured.  The poisonous liquid caused a cerebral hemorrhage and Tobias passed away quickly, having only suffered a severe pain in his ear for two weeks.  Glacia tells me he is lucky.  She informs me that others have lingered on until the bacterium begins to kill a single organ; the liver, or perhaps the heart.  To die piece by piece would have been awful for Tobias.  I am sad in his death, and yet, as Glacia predicted it has led me to some answers, as well as new questions.  First the answers.

The virus does not change all cells in the same way.  I have found, through an autopsy on Tobias, that the cells of his hypothalamus had begun to manufacture small amounts of a new hormone.  This hormone bonds to new receptor sites created by the new DNA in all of the other cells throughout the body.  I cannot determine the overall effect of this progress, except that the cells begin to manufacture polypeptides and other various cell-building materials at different rates than had been previously so in the body.

Also, all of Tobias’ previous hormone cycles had begun to change.  The hormones began to follow a strange pattern about one month after he first drank the elixir.  As time went by the cycles slowly altered themselves in each of the endocrine glands.  It is hard to tell which is having greater or more significant effect, the new hormones, the new hormone cycles, the new receptor sites.  It is all so overwhelming that I do not find myself able to discover which mechanism results in which effect.  I only know that the total result will be a suspension of the aging process.

I have also discovered why Tobias died.  It was not the virus that caused his death, but the bacterium.  I have found that the characteristic that makes one immune to this bacterium lies on the Y-chromosome in men.  It is a dominant trait, and therefore more women have immunity to the disease than do men.  Men have a much greater chance of inheriting the recessive gene, and therefore many men die of the disease.  It is likely, however, that a cure can be found for the disease now that I have discovered the method by which it kills a human.  It makes me wonder how God could let Tobias die, in order that I find out it may be possible to cure the disease which killed him.

22 February, 1979

Over the last few months I have developed a new relationship with Glacia.  She has made me begin to question my own atheism.  Or it would be better to say, she and the elixir, for I find it hard to believe that someone born during the reign of Amenhotep could possibly have conceived the elixir on her own.  Several other mysteries of the elixir also astonish me.  One is the fact that a heretofore unknown bacterium appears in an alcohol solution on its own.  If no one added it, how could it have gotten there?  It does not appear in a glass of alcohol if the alcohol is prepared in the same way, with the same time constraints, but is only given half as much sunlight.  I do not understand.  Why is it so hard for me to believe, as Glacia does, that God put it there?

In addition to these seemingly unanswerable questions, Glacia has given me these quotes to mull over:

“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is Eternal life through Jesus Christ out Lord.”

Romans, 6.23

“He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.”

Revelation, 2.7

“They are of the world, therefore what they say is of the world, and the world listens to them.  We are of God.  Whoever knows God listens to us, and he who is not of God does not listen to us.  By this we know the spirit of truth and the spirit of error.”

1 John, 4.5,6

“So Jesus said to them, ‘Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you; he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood will have eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.'”

John, 6.53,54

“‘Enter by the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is easy, that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many.  For the gate is narrow, and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those who find it are few.'”

Matthew, 7.13,14

20 March, 1979

Since the death of Tobias I have fallen for Glacia.  She has apprenticed me, and this is a wise move, for I am immune.  I do love this woman, as I never thought I could.  She says that this love is good for me, it will stimulate the elixir’s method, which I must drink soon.  She has told me that we may not remain lovers for very long, as her work is not complete.  At this time, I am unsure how I feel about this.  I feel torn, like she tempted me into this, though I know I would have sought the elixir even had she not offered it.  Yet I still feel as if she gave me a sacred gift, and now wishes me to pay for it with a broken heart.

She feels compelled to spread the elixir so that the hundred thousand stones, of which I have one, will be used up.  “The time is near,” she said to me the other day, “when all the people of the earth will be offered immortality.  There are only fifty-six stones left, and many deserving to hold one.  In the year 2012 the last of the stones will be given out.”

20 October, 2012

So now you know, my friend, that immortals walk the earth, and that you may become one.  You are the first of the new humans.  Those who can chose when to stop aging, or if to stop aging.  I tell you that by the grace of our Lord God, I am now like God, immortal.  And since the time of my rebirth, I have had visions of God.  He has come to me in a dream saying, “Robert, I call upon you to be my servant, so that when the time comes, all who wish will hear the words Eve carved upon the stone.  I call upon you to write this down, as you have seen it happen, and as it happened to you, so that others will see its truth, and its light, and its goodness.”

I have written this to let you know that the time has come.  Soon Glacia will publish the method of the elixir, and all will know.  I will be the man to whom God granted the grace of a cure for all men, so that they too could use the elixir.  God has revealed to me in a dream the medicine which will make all immune to the bacterium.  He has given me the tools to make His work move swiftly, and this is what I will do.

*          *          *

 ”Then the Lord God said, ‘Behold, the man has become like one of us, knowing good and evil; and now, lest he put forth his hand and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever’– therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from which he was taken.  He drove out the man; and at the east end of the garden of Eden he placed the cherubim, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to guard the way to the tree of life.”

Genesis, 3.22-24

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