The House of Grey- Volume 4 (31 page)

“Exactly
.
I
f you open any
of the most common
religious
texts from around the world
one of the first things you
’
ll
read about is
the
heavenly beings known as
a
ngels.”

“Yeah
,
so
….
”

“Stay with me for a moment
,
” said Monson
,
and then all at once he started talking
very
fast. “The day that Casey told me about dreams and storytelling
,
I have to admit
,
I really had no idea what he was talking about. But that
,
in
conjunction with Grayson’s
‘
truth
,
’
that
has to be it
,
and I think this angel fits into that theory.
Grayson
was trying to gain insight to the truth, whatever that may be, through the dreams of others.”

“You are going to
need to
explain that one.”

“If this hall is as old as Grayson’s grandfather thought it was
,
it
’
s
probably one of the first structures built
by intelligent hands
. I thought the first time I saw this
that
it might be a replica of what someone saw in a church or religious building. That this might be one of those underground places of worship the Christians used before Constantine the Great converted
to Christianity in
the
fourth
century. But what if it’s the other way around?
What if it’s that this Tower existed before and is instead copied in other historical writings or works of art?
”

Dawn’s jaw dropped as he finally realized what Monson was getting at. Monson just looked sheepish
as Dawn stared at him
.
“So you actually think that a being like this
…
”
—
Dawn pointed towards the painting
—
“
c
ould really exist?”

“I don’t know
,
”
answered
Monson
,
shaking his head. “But prophets of old
had
dreams or visions and claim
ed
them as truth. What if those prophets had contact with a
n actual
being like
t
his one
, one of flesh and blood like you and me but one who displayed powers they couldn’t understand.  These men and women
simply wrote
about what
they saw in the context
of what
they understood
—
that these beings were from
G
od
or were God himself. If that was the case then the mystery we have here is not any different than the Alien/Human Creation story that is so popular right now.
Ancient people, humans, whatever were transplanted here by aliens
. Think about that in context for a moment. Primitive humans saw this amazing advanced technology and thought that those who wielded such power obviously had to be divine, when they were in fact nothing of the sort.”

Monson paused briefly. “So let’s pretend for a moment that aliens actually placed us here thousands of years ago. In modern day, because of history, time and translations, the meaning behind the original words of our ancient authors are lost. Study of the culture and the writings of people
provide
insight into the heart and true meaning behind the words.

So let’s relate that back to Grayson. Grayson isn’t searching for the meaning of ancient writings of early humans; rather he’s hunting for some kind of obscure truth he believes to be located in the dreams of others. The dreams provide insight to the world around them as they connect to some greater truth, since dreams are perceptions of the dreamer’s reality.  Grayson’s theory is that the books of those dreamers provide insight into those dreams.

“I still don’t think I understand what you are saying.”

Monson considered his train of thought. “ Simply this:
Grayson take
s
the dreams of other
people, and attempts to find truth
in
them. He believes that the dreams are windows to the soul and some sort of universal truth can be found there.

“Universal truth? But to what end?” Dawn asked.

“I could be wrong…but I think the Being of Seven Bloods.”

Dawn opened his mouth then stopped. He looked genuinely speechless. “I do not even know the question to ask next.”

Monson understood the sentiment.
“This is all a bit much to take in,
I know.
I don’t know what
’
s
possible or impossible
,
so I don’t think it’s
smart
to limit myself
,
regardless of what I
think to be
true.  But let
’
s put that discussion aside for a moment
.
W
hat I was really trying to say is
,
if there is any merit to what Grayson
is
trying to do
,
I think I may have figure
d
out
where we are
.”

“Well
,
give me the punch line then
.
”

Monson took a deep
breath to
steady
himself
,
then plunged forward with his theory. “
There was this one particular scene in Casey’s screenplay
that I was thinking of. In
that story,
the
main character
,
Alex Cherish
,
is pursuing the bad guy around
a
museum in New York with help from his friend Uncle Velvet
. They tried to move around
without
arous
ing
suspicion but were upset when they realized that the bad guys had given them the slip. These bad guys
had
lost Alex and Uncle V
after ducking into a room
with no windows, no doors
,
and no place to go.”

“I think I know where this is heading.”

“You’re sharper than
I am,
then, because I had no idea. In the next chapter, they realized that the bad guys were using books as sort of
a
path to a kind of false world.”

“And you think that you have been sucked into a book?”

“Not exactly, I think that the power within myself
,
or the magic that resides in me
,
took what it found
in the journal
and brought it to life.”

“How in the name of all the gods in heaven did you come to that conclusion?”

“The missing portions were the key
,
” said Monson
,
looking towards
a section of
glowing nothingness not far from where they were standing. “The magic can only take you so far
.
I
t was able to get us to this point because it used what was in the journal as a reference; actually it gave us more. There
are
feeling
s
in this place
;
feeling
s
that aren’t
mine and that
I can’t
relate to,
but they are there nonetheless. I think this magic not only recreated
visuals from the writings,
but
perhaps
implanted the intent
of
the original author
, Grayson’s grandfather
. However, it can’t create what’s not there; hence, the missing portions of the total picture and
the
odd sporadic movements of the men down below.”

“But why are we here then?” asked Dawn
.

“I think that’s the easy part. It was because I was so desperate to know what this all meant. My emotions, my true emotions that seem to be rooted to some deep part of my inner
self
,
made it
all
possible. I was able to access
the chamber
because of the way I felt. It’s a funny thing what these concoctions of feelings can do. Belief, knowledge and truth are truly
affected
by them.”

He
paused
.
“
O
r maybe it
is
the other way around.” 

“Amazing
,
” said Dawn
,
bring
ing
his hands together as if he were a teacher congratulating a student
.
“
A
bsolutely
a
mazing
,
Monson Grey.”

“So I’m right?”
asked
Monson in an excited voice
,
finally feeling that his crazy world was starting to make some sense.

“I have no idea,” answered Dawn smiling
.
“
B
ut it all sounds
very
good
.
”

Monson had to admit
,
that rained on his parade a bit.
But
the more
he
thought about it
,
the more it made sense. If there were another
explanation,
it would be hard
-
pressed to fill in the holes like he just did. 
Dawn spoke up.
 

“So now that you understand what
‘
here
’
is and how you got
‘
here
,
’
w
hy
are we
‘
here
’
?
W
hat is so important about guardians that you need
to
recreate
all this?
”
Dawn asked,
point
ing
to the
Tower
and
the
surrounding area
.

“Now that’s the question
,
isn’t it
?
” said Monson
,
refocusing his attention
back on
the angelic figure
.
H
e gazed at it intently
.
“When I see this, it makes me feel like there’s more to all this th
a
n just me. The word
‘
guardian
’
implies that someone or something is guarding
,
and if I’m who Grayson thinks I am
,
then that would imply
that I
’
m
what
’
s being guarded
.
B
ut why
,
and from what? And what about that final entry in the journal? A simple picture with a bunch of random symbols
.
O
f
all the things
that Grayson’s
g
ramps could have told us, why that?”

“I give up
,
” said Dawn
.
“I
do not
know any more th
a
n you
.
A
ctual
ly,
it
i
s kind of depressing that you are working this out
more quickly
th
a
n I am
.
”

“But how can you not know? Weren’t you the one
who
brought
my guardian
up in the first place?
You wanted me to tell my guardian that the initial gate was breached.
”