I became aware of a foul sulfurous smell. And suddenly the great beast opened its mouth and a roaring fire like that of a volcano erupted from deep within its belly. The tiny creatures which I had seen moving were completely incinerated in the flame. And when it was all over, all that remained of them were ashes.
Then the vision disappeared. I felt relieved, and after a while went back to sleep. And as I slept a new dream emerged.
An angel appeared and he said his name was St. Michael the Archangel. He didn't need to mention his name to me because I recognized him immediately from the stained glass windows at my church. He was the one that was spoken of in the Book of Revelation that was prophesied by John to expel the seven headed dragon from heaven.
Then another sign appeared in the sky; it was a huge red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns, and on its heads were seven diadems... Then war broke out in heaven; Michael and his angels battled against the dragon. The dragon and its angels fought back, but they did not prevail and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. The huge dragon, the ancient serpent, who is called the Devil and Satan, who deceived the whole world, was thrown down to earth...He didn't actually speak, but I could hear his thoughts inside my mind as if they were my own. He explained that the dragon's tail in my dream actually extended back in time - rather than space. He took me by the hand and said that he would be my guide through the past. He said this was a new dragon that had emerged in the latter half of the 2nd millennium and he wanted me to see its origins so that I would be better prepared to do battle with it.
I felt neither fear nor courage as we flew back in time together. I suppose that I was so enthralled by the events that I didn't know what to feel. The clouds flew by faster and faster until everything became a blur. They only began to emerge again as I felt that we were slowing down in order to eventually come to rest.
St. Michael told me that we were now in the year 1800. He showed to me the Reverend Thomas Robert Malthus with an enormous egg. St. Michael explained to me that it was a dragon's egg. I watched as Malthus chipped away at the egg and out popped the head of what looked like a lizard.
|Reverend Thomas Robert Malthus|
As I watched in awe, St. Michael once again took my hand and again we flew among the clouds. I perceived that we were going in the opposite direction from before - that is, forwards in time to a later event.
As before the clouds slowed down and we landed. This time St. Michael pointed out to me Charles Darwin. I of course knew who he was. We had just celebrated the 150th anniversary of his Theory of Evolution in 2009. As I was watching, St. Michael pointed out to me a cage in the corner of Darwin's laboratory. In there I could recognize the lizard-like creature that Malthus had freed from its shell. St. Michael confirmed that this was the same dragon. He said the creature had been malnourished and for that reason had not grown very much.
As we watched Darwin approached the creature with what appeared to be a large baby bottle full of milk. He fed this to the creature almost like a mother would to her son. As soon as the dragon began to drink from Darwin's milk the creature seemed to be revitalized. It was almost as if I could see it growing before my eyes.
As we were standing there, another man walked into the room. St. Michael told me that his name was Thomas Henry Huxley. I recognized the name, he was known in his time as "Darwin's bulldog" for his efforts in popularizing the Theory of Evolution - first in England and later in other countries like the United States and Germany.
|T. H. Huxley|
Darwin and Huxley took turns feeding the beast while speaking of their plans. They named the young dragon "Agnostica" and said that it would conquer the world in the name of the Elite class of England. As I stared into the red eyes of the creature I felt as if it could almost sense my presence and a cold chill passed through my body. St. Michael took my hand and as we flew forward in time again I could feel my blood slowly warming. He said to me, "Do not be afraid!" Somehow these simple words gave me great comfort and I was able to regain my composure.
Soon we landed once again. We were in a different laboratory now. Much larger and better equipped than the previous one. There was a picture on the wall of Darwin and it said 1809-1882. From a calendar on the wall next to it I determined that this was the year 1883. From deep in the darkest corner of the laboratory, I heard a faint roar and I saw flashes of light like sparks from a fire. And then I heard the beating of what seemed to be enormous wings. Despite the reassurances from St. Michael I felt a strange dread grip my very soul.
As I stood frozen to the spot, a door opened at the opposite end of the laboratory. A man in a white lab coat entered. He sat down at a desk near the door, and wrote an entry into a lab book. The man calmly rose. He seemed accustomed to the low rumbling, roaring sound emanating from the dark recesses of the laboratory.
He lit a lantern that was sitting near the desk and lifted it in one hand slightly above his head as he walked slowly towards the back of the huge laboratory. St. Michael took me by the hand and we followed him as he went down a corridor lined with rows of cages with various animals - rats, mice, monkeys. The stench of urine and feces was almost unbearable. It stung my eyes and seemed to penetrate beneath my skin.
The poor imprisoned creatures would scamper about as he passed their cages. The mice squeaked and the monkeys howled. The man ignored all this as he marched steadily towards the rear of the lab. He seemed to be lost in thought.
Finally, as we were approaching the end of the corridor lined with cages, he stopped before a cage containing a large rat. He lifted the cage by a handle which caused the rat to scurry furiously back and forth. Finally we came to the end of the corridor, and I could see the dreaded creature face to face once again.
I barely recognized the dragon from Darwin's lab. It had grown large scales and sprouted wings. It's paws were equipped with long sharp claws. It almost seemed happy as it recognized its visitor, the rumbling roar seemed to turn into a deep purring sound.
The monster was imprisoned in a huge cell at least 20 feet tall, behind thick bars of steel. The man placed the cage containing the rat on a special shelf off to the side of the cell. After attaching the cage with some clamps, he pulled a lever which lifted the sliding door of the rat's cage while simultaneously lifting an adjacent small door in the cell containing the beast. This created an opening which connected the tiny cage of the rat to the enormous cell of the creature. The rat at first was frozen in fear. And then it leapt desperately out of its cage, but before it's paws could even touch the floor of the cell, the dragon had caught the doomed rodent in its jaws and swallowed it whole.
|Sir Francis Galton|
St. Michael told me that the man's name was Sir Francis Galton. And above the dragon's cell he showed me an inscription that said "Agnostica Eugenica".
He then took me by the hand and lifted me up into the heavens. As he was taking me back to my home he explained to me that the first name of the dragon, "Agnostica", was given to him by T. H. Huxley who had created the word "agnostic". And the second name, "Eugenica", was given to him by Galton who had created the word "eugenics". He also told me that the dragon had a third name, "Transhumana", given to him by T.H. Huxley's grandson Julian Huxley who had invented the word "transhuman".
|Julian Huxley on the lap of T.H. Huxley|
I woke up back in my bed at home. There was a faint warm glow in the room that seemed to bathe everything in a holy light and gave me a deep sense of calm, despite the frightening images that I had just seen. I reflected on this dream and wondered if it was possible that these things could have really happened. Before I could reach any conclusion, I fell exhausted into a deep slumber. In the morning I awoke to see a small brown wren at my window. Tiny though it was, it launched into a spectacularly loud and beautiful song - and then flew away.
To be continued...