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"I don't expect you to mach it," said Fred and smiled. "I expect you to do better. I expect you to do what no Renaissance has yet accomplished, to take the Principle of Universal Love to the grassroots level and make it work. I want you to be a light that changes history. I want you to take sex that every man and woman on the planet is reflecting in their very being by being human, and I want you to raise it up. I want you to raise it above the depravity that has devoured much of what it really represents. I want you take it even above the moral level where it becomes so confined that nothing moves anymore. I want you to take it even above the level of science, all the way to the lateral domain of truth where we stand side by side with one-another as a people clothed with the sun. I bet when you do this, then this sun will become the light of humanity across the planet. I suspect that Mary did something along this line, but she didn't finish it. I want you to finish it, Peter. We need this light or else the old hell will have dominion and consume us. The financial world-empire is still in power, the nukes are still poised, and there is something brewing in the background..."
"All right, I'll do it," I interrupted Fred.
"You will leave for Sydney directly from Mexico as soon as your Mexico project is done," said Fred instantly. Your Mexico project unfortunately is also vital. Sylvia will join you in Sydney if she agrees to come and join this most vital project of yours, and so will a few others come. I know a lodge operator at the northern end of Queensland who will look after you."
I was going to ask why. Why Queensland? Why so far away? But I didn't ask. I remembered what Fred had said earlier, when he said that the fondi were aware of what Mary had accomplished single-handed for humanity by stopping the Empires' train of wars for 45 years. Fred suggested that the fondi wouldn't let this happen again. Consequently they must never know about our project so that we can do precisely and unhindered what they feared the most. I tucked Fred's napkin away into my inner pocket. It seemed important to trust him on that.
More of the reason for our meeting so far away from the beaten track became evident in Sydney when we met Indira and Tatsuhiko in the hotel lobby were we stayed. I met them the very next morning after Sylvia and I had arrived. What a wonderful surprise Fred had arranged for us.
"I greet you and I kiss you," were Indira's first words to both of us. It was wonderful to see both of them again, and to be able to introduce them both to Sylvia.
"I am glad to meet you," Sylvia replied politely, "although I feel I already know you," she said with a smile. "Peter is very proud of his family in India."
She turned to Tatsuhiko. "You are the Japanese, I take it, the spiritually minded genius of Pete's family there. You are also a beautiful man," she said and smiled. "Your beauty evidently matches your beautiful mind." Sylvia embraced Indira, and Tatsuhiko.
"Indira Gandhi would be proud by you adopting her name," Sylvia said to Indira. "You have raised yourself high above the caste system. Indira Gandhi had dreamed of her entire nation accomplishing that. I can see why Fred wanted Pete to join hands with you. I understand you started a significant movement in India in the way people perceive themselves, and their relationship towards one-another."
Indira blushed and smiled. She said something to the effect that this was a very small change. She didn't say anything else in reply.
I was overjoyed to see them both. Nevertheless, the real reason for us meeting in Australia didn't become apparent until someone else popped into view that day, who is equally dear to me. This happened in the city of Cairns, at the dock of a charter flight operator that we had been directed to in Fred's instructions drawn on the napkin. We met Olive there. She was coming down the ramp towards the sales shack while we waited for someone to open the door. Suddenly, at this moment, a whole lot of things became clear. With Olive having been the driving force behind convening the Caracas conference, which didn't go at all the way the fondi had expected, which the fondi must have regarded as a complete disaster, we had evidently placed Olive onto the 'endangered species' list, together with myself and Steve, in line with the warning that Steve and I had been given by the fondi years ago in Venice. None of us knew whether those threats that had been made in Venice were still valid. Maybe Fred knew that they were still valid, and didn't want to alarm me, or he was merely being cautious, because of the great expectations he had from our mission based on Mary's achievement. This perception also seemed to explain Olive's cold and superficial greeting. "We mustn't be seen together," she whispered in passing as she walked by us to the edge of the ramp.
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