Einstein's Compass

A red-haired woman in a white nurse’s uniform quietly loomed over Albert as he lay sleeping in the hospital. Privacy curtains ringed Albert’s bed, so her presence went unnoticed. With a satisfied smile, Countess von Baden checked the syringe she held, making sure it was filled with the lethal liquid. She leaned over Albert’s arm, the needle poised to find a vein. She almost pitied him. The agony the serum would deliver before it finally snuffed out his life, would be unspeakable. Suddenly, the etheric form of a young boy materialized in the space next to her. “What are you doing?” Johann cried out.

Startled, the Countess dropped the syringe, and its glass cylinder smashed on the hard floor, the liquid it held spilling out on the tiles. With a frightened curse, she bolted from the room.

“It appears our arrival is quite timely. The Light still protects my friend,” Johann observed, speaking into the Infinity Portal he had secured to his belt. The holographic images of his three fellow travelers showed their relief.

“Are you ready, Johann?” Moses asked.

Johann gulped in affirmation. The trio clasped hands and closed their eyes in devotion. Jesus instructed, “Johann, focus your awareness on the love in your heart. We will aid you with our love. Now we will pray for Albert’s soul to leave with you.”

The travelers said in unison, “We call forward the Light of God from the Highest Realms to surround, fill, and protect each of us, Ezekiel, Johann, and Albert. We pray for Ezekiel as he supports Albert Einstein in his mission for his entry to Atlantis. All this is for the highest good. So be it.”

A brilliant sphere of glowing light enveloped Albert as his etheric body floated up and hovered over his physical form still in the hospital bed. In his new state, Albert’s gaze was drawn to Johann, and he drifted to be next to him. “Johann?” Albert attempted to touch his friend, but his hand moved right through him. Suddenly, Albert noticed his body below him on the bed. “What...? How...?” Albert’s voice was a mere whisper. “Johann am I... dead?”

Johann shook his head rapidly from side to side. “Take it easy, Albert. You’re not dead. I can explain.” Johann took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to explain the situation to his skeptical friend. “Okay, do you recall what Pater Benjamin told you?”

“Of course, I remember,” Albert said. “But what he suggested sounded like madness. I am a physicist, not a philosopher. It’s... it’s... not scientific! It flies in the face of the scientific method—observing, postulating, creating a mathematical proof.”

“Yes, I know, Albert. Just give your obsession for tangible proof a rest for a moment. I know how your research has been consuming you.”

“Well—” Albert said, preparing to defend himself, but Johann interrupted him.

“Relax, Albert. I have good news. The Mystical Travelers have appointed me to accompany you to a place where you will be reawakened and given answers you have been seeking.”

“Reax— Where are we going? Will we take the train?”

“No, Albert. We are going to travel back in time—to an age when you lived in Atlantis as a priest-scientist. A train can’t get us there.”

“Back in time? How is that possible?”

“Look, just take my hand, Albert. Trust me.”

Still skeptical, Albert grasped Johann’s hand, and they vanished...