Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.
Benjamin
Disraeli (1804-1881)
British
politician and author
so, what’s your story … Jason
Santa
Fe, New Mexico . 1968
“What are you running from … does it have a name?” asked Father Matthieu.
“Please, just sign the paper and let me go in peace,” Jason said, without
looking at the Father. “I will never ask you for another favor. Please, I have
to leave Santa Fe and the ...”
“Jason, what is the last part of that sentence … that’s the part that
will haunt you for the remainder of your days. Honor the last part of your
sentence with your admirable strength, not your remorseful weakness.”
“Thank you, Father. Please forgive me. I am so sorry for everything. I …”
“To be forgiven, you must first accept its truth,” said Father Matthieu. “You
have my blessings that your truth will be the traveling companion on this
journey you now wish to begin. Forgiveness waits in the shadow of its truth,
Jason. It is not mine to grant, but yours to accept from the one of courageous
heart and gracious unconditional love.”
“Goodbye, Father,” whispered Jason.
“Au revoir, Jason Pascal,” said Father Matthieu.
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Paris, France . current day
“There you are … what are you doing
back here in the shadows of your limelight, Jason?” asked Alexandre. “Oh, let
me guess … remembrance of things past.
Man, you have got to let history go and enjoy your moment!” “Fifty years is a
long time to hold tight the past, my friend,” said Alexandre. “You have just been
awarded the MacArthur Genius Grant,
and you sit here in this dark balcony of yesterday’s regrets!”
Jason shook his head, as if to rid
the thoughts that played over and over in his mind. “Just thinking about when I
last talked to Father Matthieu,” said Jason. “We talked about shadows … forgiveness waits in the shadow of its truth
… those were Father Matthieu’s last words to me.”
“What’s it been … fifty years since you and
the Father last spoke?” asked Alexandre.
“Yes, you’ve got the timeline right,”
said Jason. If only I could erase my stupidity.
“That might take more than fifty
years, my friend,” chuckled Alexandre.
You know Father Matthieu would be
very proud of you, Jason.
“I don’t know about that,” shrugged
Jason. I think he would have been more impressed with me completing a certain
sentence than any award… and you know what I am talking about.
“The truth shall set you free, my
friend,” dramatized Alexandre.
“The stage calls to you, Alexandre,”
grinned Jason.
Jason heard his name announced … Dr. Jason
Pascal, American architect and physicist, is awarded the MacArthur Fellowship
for his creative developments in the field of experimental physics and the influence
on next generation environmental architecture.
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“Congratulations, Dr. Pascal. May I
ask you a few questions for our article?” asked The New York Times reporter. “Ask away,” said Jason.
“What are your plans for the $625,000
stipend you have been awarded?” asked the reporter.
“I plan to … (Jason glances at his watch)
“I am so sorry, but I have a plane to
catch. Could we do this interview by phone after I arrive at my destination?”
asked Jason.
“Sure, but I have a tight deadline,
could we talk tomorrow … say at 10:00 a.m.?” asked the reporter.
“Yes, that should be fine,” said
Jason. Make that 10 o’clock New York time, added Jason.
“Until tomorrow, then,” said the
reporter.
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“Hey, Jason … where did you go, man?”
phoned Alexandre. “There’s a room full of very distinguished people waiting to
rub elbows with the Dr. Jason Pascal,
newly minted MacArthur Fellow.”
“I’m sorry, Alexandre. I had to get
out of there … I am headed to the airport … back to the States,” said Jason.
“What state?” teased Alexandre.
“The state of it’s-none-of-your-business,” chuckled Jason.
“That says it all, my friend. Enjoy your
trip back to the Land of Enchantment
and its honey lavender memories. Call me. Remember, the truth shall set you
free. Adiós, mi amigo.”
“Adiós, mi amigo,” said Jason. You are a royal pain in the butt on most days,
and I do mean that in the nicest way, Alexandre. What my sister sees in you is
still a mystery to me after all these years, laughed Jason. You and Arielle are
my lifeline. Seriously, my friend, thank you for everything.
“Likewise, my friend. See you in a
few weeks. Don’t worry, I will take care of things here,” assured Alexandre.
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What are you running from … does it have a name? … Yes, Father Matthieu, it does have a name, Jason thought to
himself as he settled in for his international flight back to the States.
“Please fasten your seat belt Dr.
Pascal, we are preparing to take off. We wouldn’t want to lose a MacArthur
Fellow,” winked the flight attendant.
“Word travels,” said Jason.
“Oui, monsieur Pascal. Félicitations!”
“Merci beaucoup,” replied Jason.
The overnight flight to New York –
JFK provided Jason the time to think about some of his many experimental mind-twisting
projects. Were it not for the fact that people were now standing in the aisles scavenging
for their belongings in the overhead compartments, he would be perfectly happy
thinking and sleeping … think sleeping
… perhaps a new term, laughed Jason. But,
it is back to the real world and its
pesky realities, Jason said to himself.
“I guess this is really happening … I
am going back fifty years to recoup a wrong and to hopefully make things right,”
mused Jason. Just not sure what the right
may be, but the wrong has staked its
clarion victory inside my head for decades. I
can hear you, Alexandre … the truth shall set me free. But, free for what and
for whom … you forgot to insert that part of the equation, Alexandre.
“Au voir, monsieur Pascal,” said the
flight attendant. “Au voir, merci,” said Jason.
“By the way, did you ever figure out
who you are?” asked the attendant.
“Pardon?” asked Jason.
“You kept mumbling in your sleep that
you needed to find you … who you are; what you are … I believe were your
words,” said the attendant.
Jason smiled and said, “I am afraid
the hunt is still in progress.”
“Best wishes, Dr. Pascal. Your
connecting flight to Dallas and on to Albuquerque is Terminal 8 Gate 45, smiled
the attendant. Good luck with your hunt. It’s worth the effort, you know.”
“I truly hope you are right,” said
Jason. Thank you for your help.
Jason finally made it to the Admirals
Club at JFK’s American Airlines terminal. He had to prepare mentally for the
interview with The New York Times
reporter. The clock was ticking loudly in his head and his eyelids struggled to
stay open. The prop of responsibility to the MacArthur Foundation
would have to be the buttress to stay energized for the next few hours. But,
how to brace for the days ahead, Jason questioned as he gazed through a window
of tomorrow’s future. A mystery yet to be revealed, much like the Miraculous Spiral Staircase in Santa
Fe’s Loretto Chapel. Jason imagined himself at the base of this mysterious
beauty … silently praying that the spiraling steps would lead the way to the untold
truths that had held him captive for so many years.
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The truth shall set you free … reason has its truth … the heart will find
a way … conditions proven over the ages -- the laws of physics meet the
universe of love. “Could
physics provide the steppingstone to a miraculous healing of yesterday’s
regrets?” Jason wondered.
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“Excuse me, Dr. Pascal, the
conference room is available for your call,” said the attendant.
“Thank you, I guess it’s time to get back to
reality,” Jason said with the same smile he had once shared fifty years ago on one
special Hello, I Love You night.
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