“Evil is selfishness to the point of destruction.” This quote is from Albert Harrison, the English Christian missionary who was expelled from a monastery in Eastern Sian west of Shangai in 1940 and fled to Tibet during the Nazi war time, where he came to know about:
• Tibetan history, Buddism, Tibetan life, rituals and customs relating to the Bon religion.
• Dalai Lama’s teachings, war against Christianity.
• The monk’s gift of prophecy.
We have a story of violence war, unarmed soldiers, gunfire and a would healing power of a immortality formula. We see how the fear of death and pain affect the events. We have dramatic death descriptions, corpses and concentration camps. The question is posed of why the fighting: Is it for the good or evil of mankind? Does good over evil triumph?
This a crazy monastery tale, revolves around Harrison who departs for America in 1946 and meets the protagonist of the story, Steven Ronson, a medic and soldier in the American military that fought in Nazi Germany. He was fresh off an LST at Marseilles−six feet of smiling, buck-toothed, corn-fed Omaha farm boy. Full of idealistic fervor, he was quite vocal in his belief that they were all on a sacred crusade to save Europe from fascism.
This is a story of crude awakening when the reader meets boy in pain on the battlefield. The innocence naturally native to the child’s eyes, had slowly transformed into a cold, calculating stare. And that stare was now fixed upon Steven with a boiling ferocity.
We see how this American soldier, that day in the spring of 1945, who rushed through the smoking haze of cordite to find the child sprawled flat on his back with that twisted look of shock etched across his face.
The rousing ideals that had previously sustained him, the siren’s song of patriotism, bravado and glory were now all cast aside in a desperate struggle to preserve what little life was pumping through his veins. And it was at that moment the child would look up at him with the eyes of a lost and lonely child, and always whisper the same last word: “Please.”
This is a story of conflict, war, violence, pain and death, and how humanity is desperate in a struggle to preserve of what little life is pumping through one’s veins.
“Do you know what the face of a nineteen-year-old boy looks like when he knows he’s about to die? It’s one of absolute disbelief. For regardless of the bullets whizzing by his ears, the mortars exploding around his head and the bombs shaking the ground beneath his feet, a nineteen-year-old truly believes he is invincible. He truly believes he is immortal. For youth is the great deceiver.”
Steven heard hundreds of dying men beg for mercy in a voice that claws at every fiber of your soul, but he’d never heard a human sound like a voice long devoid of hope; the voice of a man echoing from the bottom of an abyss.
Steven was so sick and tired of death. By April of 1945, he considered death, not the German Wehrmacht or the SS, to be his real enemy. He was a twenty-one-year old medic assigned to Rifle Company I, Third Battalion, 157th Regiment, 45th Division of the Seventh United States Army, and though it was obvious America was winning the war, but he did not count himself among its victors.
My job was to save lives, not take them, and I failed many more times than I succeeded. On Saturday, April 28th, we were approximately thirty miles west of the Bavarian capital of Munich. The Nazi war machine was convulsing in the final grip of its death throes and nearly every German man, woman, and child was fighting with suicidal desperation to defend what little was left of their precious Fatherland. And every day I bore witness to the desecration of one more law, ethic, or code of humanity as we journeyed one muddy step at a time into the depths of the abyss.
Harrison says:
“Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and say what’s on my mind. I believe you’re holding something back from me. You’ll never convince me it’s simply a coincidence that in addition to the music you create, you now have another supernatural trait in common with those Buddhist monks I knew in China.”
If you like stories about local folklore and superstition, and then disprove them using a combination of philosophy, science and the word of God, and a person, like Harrison what you would call a Theosophist, this book is for you.
We also have a tale of monks:
“Because the other monks have become corrupted. Like Chow Li, they possess an ancient immortality formula that prevents them from aging and seems to have other miraculous properties, but they have long abused those powers for their own selfish and immoral purposes. Chow Li told (Harrison) that he originally concocted this immortality formula so that monks and other holy men who had strayed from the path of righteousness would be forced to continue their penance on earth without the glory and rewards of death.” Pills were originally created as a form of punishment.
Jennifer Harrison, is Albert Harrison’s niece, with whom Steven falls in love. She has secret knowledge and says: “Well, the answer to your question about punishment is yes. However, the monks of this monastery abused its original intent. They had succumbed to every pleasure of the flesh and the most evil is their leader.”
Steven’s thinking:
“Was this the kind of joy that immortality would ultimately bring him? The formula was originally created to force humans to stay on this plane of existence. Back then, people didn’t want to stay here, they wanted to move on. Somewhere over the past two thousand years the priorities had been reversed. I now found it ironic that even with the promise of heaven most people would do anything to prolong their earthly existence.”
Jennifer’s biological father is Otto Krueger. Who and where is he? It is a secret. He would be prosecuted as a Nazi, but he is innocent. The reason he left Dachau, the concentration camp near Munich, was because he became aware of the sadistic treatment of the prisoners and the human medical experiments. He was in hiding and had the last of his supply of the immortality formula.
Are the monks who possess strange powers, like Chow Li, an old man superstitious, immortal? They seek converts for the army of immortals. Is the immortality formula safe? Will it prevail?
Humanity needs to denounce evil and return to the path of spiritual enlightenment. Enjoy the wisdoms of this visionary author.
Scarlett Jensen
19 January 2017