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How different this Stone of Fire worked on the hearts and minds of men compared to another that looked its twin--the first Carbuncle, that Lucifer, its keeper in heaven, had handled and perverted! In the fall of Lucifer, with his expulsion from heaven's courts into the pit and thence to Earth I, the Carbuncle had not perished. Not at all! With its siblings it had flown out of Lucifer's grasp to begin an independent, Lucifer-like existence, full of his cunning, malevolence toward God and man, and destructive power.
This Stone of Evil, with its guiding spirit-form of the vampire, after doing what damage it could to Earth II, followed others of its family and penetrated into Earth I. Again, a human was the agent that called the wicked star-stone, just as poor, Catholic, down-on-his-luck Marty Yeager, on Earth II, in the Wolff and Harland yards in Belfast, Ireland, had called in the Carnelian even after his murder by fellow shipwrights who were finishing work on the new colossus, the Titanic.
Born in the 19th century, he had flourished in the first half of the 20th as a major contributor to the neo-orthodox trend in Christian theology. The common man at home or in the workplace never would hear of him, womb to tomb and statue, but his influence went out to every man, whether they knew it or not.
While common people labored to earn their bread and raise their families, Barth labored at his studies and writings as he revised the whole approach to the main text of Christendom--the Holy Scriptures. How were they to be handled and interpreted by the modern-day theologian and Bible student? That was the question he set out to answer, employing his great theological training in analysis and his equally great writing and communicating ability.
He might have gone into science or technology or the industrial-military complex and made his name a household term and gained a fortune in the process. But Barth was too refined for such a crude, materialistic, self-serving vocation in life. No, his intellect and his temperament demanded he conquer a greater empire than the economic of the scientific--it was the empire of the mind and spirit of man. Here he knew he would achieve his greatest success. Here he would sit at the helm, wielding the reins over what mankind thought and felt and, most importantly, believed. He, Karl Barth, would, through the chosen agency of his keen analytical thinking, employing his writing gift, become a greater changer of human development than any Napoleon or--his name was always odious to a Biblical scholar and gentleman--Adolf Hitler (aka Shickekgruber). The verbose, choleric, little Austrian upstart, inflamed with an idea, had used his great oratorical gift and launched himself unto the center of the world stage. He, Karl, would do the same, only using theology and book writing.
At first look, anyone--in or out of academia--would laugh at so impossible and incongruent an undertaking. No one really believed the Bible anymore in Europe, and so why was it going to aid an ambitious man like Karl Barth? Surely, he should havc chosen a better vehicle, more contemporary and practical, than theology and theological debate! The thinking would go: if the Bible was a forgotten book in modern 19th-century and 20th-century Western Civilization, what was theology? Well, it was less than that--a nothing! It was surely laughable, that any thinking man would chose to pour his intellect and his energies into such a dead-end, such a cul de sac!
Yet Karl Barth did not mind such mundane thoughts. He knew their foundation was a fallacy. Just because the Bible and theology were passe, long-past being out-of-step with European culture, it did not mean that the questions were. The questions that were still being asked in film, in media, in the courts, and in the corriedors of political institutions, were the same he would grapple with in his theological writings and books.
But why did he not go into political science or engage in a political career, if he wished to influence men and events? Karl Barth had a ready answer to that--if anyone had asked him--though he would not quite put his answer in anything but theological terms. Politics to him were an end result of people's thoughts and aspirations based on those thoughts. Why should he devote himself to consequences. No, he chose to deal with the roots of things that produced the plants, the mighty trees and forests! He chose to deal with thoughts, and how people fashioned their thoughts, on which they modeled their lives and based their actions.
He knew the whole development of thought through the ages. There was enough record of it for him to follow, so that the modern thinking came as no surprise or mystification to him. He knew exactly where it had its strengths and where its weaknesses and blind spots. He had targeted the prime spot in all of this--and it was theology--how man thought about God, how he thought about his role in the universe in relation to God. That meant he had to deal with the Bible, the foundational document of Western Civilization, if he were to grip the handle of how things would have to go among mice and men.
Having settled on his field and task, Karl set out with vast energy to achieve his goals. He compiled research to support his vies, and went to work demolishing the traditional views toward the Word of God. He re-defined everything relating to faith in God. He re-defined the meaning of the Word of God itself. He even re-defined God. God, he came to say, was unknowable--really out of range of man's intellect and knowing and experience. God was infinitely removed from human apprehension--it was the biggest presumption, the most anthropomorphic idiocy imaginable, for finite men to think they could bring God down to earth in fallible human document written by human beings. Yes, they had been sincere men, doing the best they could--but Moses (or the three or more people who wrote the Bible's first five books and were given that one name) could not possibly have done and said what he claimed in those writings. He had not talked to God face to face on Mt. Sinai or in his tent of meeting. He had not received the Ten Commandments, first written by the "finger of God" on two tablets of stone, then transposed by Moses himself, using the writing skill he supposedly acquired in the palace school of the Pharaoh. No, no, no! All this was made up by whoever (zenophobic, Egyptophobic priests in Samuel's prophetic school, no doubt) wrote the "Books of Moses" that began the Bible's canon or collection of sixty-six books in total.
Writing one vast book after another, Karl Barth continued re-defining and clearing away the dust and conjecture and sheer nonsense of the past church fathers and their thousands of writings on the same subjects. Using modern expressions and language with humor and many a brilliant image or metaphor, Barth threw out the so-called Church Fathers--they were so much rubbish--in his thinking. No modern may need think in those old terms anymore. Man was, thanks to science and rationality, liberated. He was not a sheep-herder in some Arabian desert, his robe choked with desert grit and burrs, attempting in his wild, Semitic visionary way to make his little desert god over into a God of gods, a spiritual Great Power, to put down all the other competing gods of hostile, rival tribes in the desert. That absurd and pathetic tradition had continued well into the Roman era, with church authorities and mouthpieces such as St. Augustine, Eusebius, Irenaeus, Jerome, Tertullian, and many others like them. No, man was now emancipated from all those archaic frames of thought and aspiration. Man was now advanced through education to a rational global animal, with a rational system of economics and government, that was gradually encompassing all mankind, creating one world for the first time in human development. Just as all nations were blending into one, all religions would blend into one. Christianity, traditionally, was exclusive, claiming its God was the only true God--a ridiculous assertion by the Judaiac priests and scribes and rabbis. That had to be completely discredited and changed, and Christianity would be much the better, taking its place as an equal among the world's faith, as part but no better than any other faith in the faith community.
Jesus? The Son of God? Of course, that was just language--out-dated language, obsolescent thological thinking producing it. No, there must be no more talk about him in that sense! [Puff, puff, that theological cigar]. The traditional Jesus, who in the Gospels reputedly suffered and died on a Roman cross for the "sins" of mankind--that was all absurd Christian adventurism in theology, ways of thinking about God that no longer held any water in a rational, advanced world society.
It was inevitable, this process of re-education and leveling of religion and theological parity, and he, Karl Barth, was determined to be instrument, even central, in the process.
By the end of decades of theological endeavor, Karl Barth was recognized world-wide for what he was--the most profound thinker and changer of the way man traditionally thought and conceived God to be. He succeeded in his goal, beautifully. He captured the whole generation of young thinkers at seminary and college in Europe and leaped over the Atlantic to America and did the szame there, all through his monumental series of books on faith, God, and the Church.
The common, ordinary person did his thing all through those epochal decades without the slightest inkling that this world-changer existed and was shaping his world in a dramatic, fundamental way. That did not matter or influence the outcome in the least. Barth triumphed. He won the war against "traditionalists," "regressive" Bible scholars who stubbornly clung to old views of God and the Bible that Barth had clearly shown and demonstrated were, when they were analyzed in cold, scientific light of critical scholarship, worse than anachronistic.
No wonder his many adoring disciples in the humanities and philosophical and theological and even the scientific departments of of the colleges, universities, and seminaries supported the plan to immortalize him after his death with a public memorial. Zurich, his venue where he did most of his career's teaching and writing, was favored. Karl Barth had, in fact, died there in his home. A stone sculpture was decided upon, that would potray Barth to the coming ages as the great man he was.
It was this same stone statue that aurvived the destruction of Zurich in various catastrophes in the coming millennia--and when there was no longer a city, the statue was still visible above ground, near the edge of a thick forest--in 3002. Not only did the statue survive, but a time capsule, set beneath it and completel forgotten, was intact. In it were various memorabilia, Barth's brand of cigars, a book of his theology, and even a tooth. A tooth! It was this tooth that never ceased broadcasting, just as Barth had never ceased during his lifetime promoting his ideas and views. It was this tooth that drew an Alien Entity, a vampire-stone, from the Twin and second Earth, so that it crossed from Anno Stellae 10,400 to the third milllennium of Earth I. So much power lies locked in an atom, it cannot be measured--so how much power is locked inside a tooth of a great man? And when the great man is Kark Barth, how much unbelief? how much destruction and death? how much hatred and contempt for the truth? how much deception and cunning and Luciferan rebellion? How much?--enough to draw the Vampire of the Fiery Stone from one earth to another, from one universe to another.
That relentless, encompassing, insatiable, hungry sucking that the signals promised, and the dark ooze of blood as its reward, could not be put off or disregarded. The Vampire flew toward the signals and its source as it might fly to a soul-mate, one who was just as great a Vampire as itself. It was even distracted from the gnawing within its vitals, the indigestable snail it had swallowed sometime, somewhere. Rather, it was a ship, actually two ships, engaged in a long struggle on a voyage to win the grand prize. How the tiny ships had entered its vast being, it had no idea--they were there--and it had engaged its attention till now. Of course, there was no thought whatsoever that the side it had chosen would fail and be defeated. It had every means to defeat foes, the Vampire knew, and nothing would stop it now. Putting aside the on-going struggle in its being, the Vampire flew on across the abysses of space, straight toward the Time Portal that had appeared on its radar screen.
By the time it reached the anti-matter/matter barrier, the Vampire, thanks to its vast intelligence, had solved the problem. Now it would not blow itself up on breaking through the barrier.
There was no one present on the scene in what was formerly Zurich, a big, cosmopolitan, wealthy Swiss city in its heyday, to witness the blue glow that came seemingly from outer space-- flying obliquely but somehow straight toward the crumbling statue of Karl Barth as it lay on its side, covering what had been its pedestal inscribed with his books' titles in the garden of Karl Barth's Zurich home.
The Vampire-Stone might have flown to the statue itself and fastened itself to it like a blood-brother, only something lodgd beneath it in a nearly dissolved metal and concrete block drew its blood-lust. There were bits of rubbish, but also treasure--the transmittor! A human tooth! What was this? A tooth had called it to another earth, another universe? Yet, the Vampire had to seize it! It could not resist the tooth's signals, so brimming as it was, after all these ages since the owner's demise, with ambition, rapacity, deceit, and vainglory. It contained, almost, the whole heart of the man in microcasm. It oontained, as it were, his whole life. It was a prize, a sort of Golden Fleece inverted, to the Vampire. It seized the tooth, and absorbed it--sucking, sucking, sucking on its delectable evils. It could not suck it dry, it found--the tooth was so full of evil. It was evil enough for a whole world in the man's lifetime, contaminating generation after generation, destroying their faith and belief in God and the Bible-- and now it was evil to satisfy the Vampire--and still have some left over!
Sailing, flipping up like a whale, the Vampire played about in the ocean of evil that the tooth afforded it. Everything the owner had thought and done was recorded in the tooth's atoms and did not diminish with time. It was all there for the Vampire to relish and enjoy. How happy and fulfilled a Vampire can be, gorged with the blood of victims. This tooth was so gorged, it would never run dry for the Vampire. It continued sucking greedily away, fattening itself to the bursting point, but it couldn't stop sucking...sucking...sucking.. once it had started on Dr. Karl Barth's wisdom tooth that was sending out signals proclaiming to the whole universe: