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The future never looked brighter. The Fellowship of the Royal College of Physicians under his belt, Dr. Peter Thornton's thoughts gravitate towards financial rewards, prestige, hosts of admiring nurses. Finally! After arduous years of exhausting work the good life is imminent. Or so it seemed.
An insidious curse threatens to obliterate his promising future. A Gift of Healing chooses to manifest itself through Dr.Thornton's unwilling hands. Not healing resulting from years of studious application but through a power that contradicts everything the good doctor has ever learned. Yet the spurious Gift will not be denied. It gnaws at Dr.Thornton's mind, body, challenges his sanity. An escape from reality, a winter of trial––days, nights of searing agony, a deliverance from the very threshold of death.... A spring of soul searching.
Then––a gradual awakening.
A physician divorced from medicine, a healer no longer healing, a reluctant prophet, an instrument of fate––unrelenting.
An English butler plays an enigmatic role in Peter's gradual return to life. In no small measure our stumbling hero recovers, thanks to the ministrations of the beautiful Cathy Mondellay who proves as sensuous as she is sagacious. Peter Thornton learns to bend with the wind, to navigate uncharted waters of human consciousness. There follows a turbulent tide of events on an international scale in which he seems little more than a hapless pawn.
As always, Stan Law delights in the exploration of human potential. The hero of this novel, Dr. Peter Thornton, takes us on a wild ride from Montreal in Canada over to Europe, from Gdansk in northern Poland to the ancient walls of Vatican City. Yet Peter finds real enchantment within the enigmatic realms, where most of us fear to tread.
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(Originally listed as Action/Thriller, which it is, though with visionary and metaphysical connotations)
As usual, a fascinating story, captivating characters, and profoundly gripping philosophical ideas...(K.Jones)
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Author Stan I.S. Law is a brilliant writer, who masters the skill of constructing a riveting, thought provoking plot, with captivating characters, and just the right element of suspense. One Just Man is an enthralling and entertaining page-turner that stimulates the mind, and inspires readers to envision a new dimension of possibilities.
(Camille Kleidysz, author, Acworth, GA, USA.)
A philosophical gem. Enlightens the readers mind to the potential of the human being and to other possibilities. Reminiscent to the trials of Job and the questioning of David in the book of Psalms. Fascinating characters in a captivating story.
(Susan Kuchta, Wilkes Barre, PA.)
What an absolutely amazing book! …something incredible. It is inspirational and uplifting. It would be an awesome world if there were actually "gifted" people like Dr. Peter Thornton and Winston Smith.
I now need to find and read the sequel to find out what happens to Dr. Thornton, Cathy, Ruth and Lena. This is a book that needs to be read and digested slowly - you can't rush through it. It gives the reader a lot to think about. I know that this is a book that I will be reading again and again.
(Karen Ratkowski, Little River, SC.)
Powerful and absorbing book. A man's journey toward enlightenment not only leads to personal growth, but the growth of others in his life. A must read!
(Anne Miller, Greensburg, PA).
Soon ONE JUST MAN will bccome known as Part ONE of the WINSTON TRILOGY. The Trilogy will consist of:
ONE JUST MAN
ELOHIM - MASTERS AND MINIONS
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Chapter 24 (excerpt)
A limousine with SI insignia takes the foursome to the SI hotel. There, an elevator with the SI monogram sandblasted on its glass walls, lifts them in respectful silence to the suite reserved for the SI VIPs.
"I'll wager that you and I are the only non-members of the Solidarity who ever put their foot inside this building, let alone this suite," Peter comments when, for the first time in three days, they find themselves alone.
Ruth and Peter are given a three-room apartment with a western exposure. If the view is not intentional, then, particularly in Peter's eyes, it is prophetic. The hotel soars twenty stories over the east bank of the Tiber, at the corner of Via di Monte Brianzo and just off Lungo Tevere Manzo. There is one aspect that makes this location unique in all of Rome––thus, unique in the world. It is the only site which, looking West, points directly over the Piazza Pia and along the full length of the Via della Conciliazione.
"The Road to Reconciliation," Peter whispers as they both admire the view.
Via della Conciliazione leads directly and irrevocably to the Piazza San Pietro and thus to the Basilica itself. The hub of the Citta del Vaticano.
The heart of the Vatican.
"Do you realize, Peter, that, over the last two thousand years, countless millions of people have walked the Via della Conciliazione in the hope of finding a spot on St. Peter's Square close enough to the Basilica to see the Pope?" Ruth's voice is filled with emotion.
Il Papa. The successor of Saint Peter himself.
The successor of the Master.
Peter smiles a little sadly. Not all is what it seems, he muses. It had only been through the insatiable greed and personal ambition that S. Pietro is where and what it is. Ambitious for the Catholic Church, but even more ambitious for himself, Pope Julius II had razed to the ground one of the most ancient and most venerated places of worship in the Western hemisphere. He ordered the destruction of the church, which marked the place where St. Peter had been martyred. Pope Julius II brought together the genius of Bramante, Michelangelo and Raphael. He cajoled, coaxed and bullied them to produce the greatest theatrical extravaganza the world had known up to that time. The Basilica was not completed until a hundred years after Pope Julius II died, but the ties with history had been torn there and then, in the early 1500s. The ties with ancient thought, with the prose of Cicero––the link with the civilization of early Greece and Rome––had been severed forever.
The new Humanism in the Catholic Church never looked back.
There had been feeble attempts to remind Rome, or rather the Vatican, of its roots. The last such, in the middle of the 19th century, Pope Pius IX issued a Syllabus of Errors, in which he denounced, inter alia, materialism, free thought and nationalism. But it was too little, too late. People no longer believed him. Five years later, to add weight to the Word of God, and certainly to the dicta of the Church, to gain power, Pope Pius convened the Vatican Council, later known as Vatican I. In it he declared the dogma of Papal ex cathedra Infallibility. But the Papal pronouncement was not taken seriously. Spain, France, even Italy denounced it.
The Church had lost another battle.
A hundred years later, John XXIII, tried hard to reverse the course of history. He opened wide his loving peasant arms... He tried to reconcile the irreconcilable. He did his best to advocate compassion and discussion instead of harshness and the imposition of power. He died before Vatican II was over. His successor preferred... a more conservative approach.
It was too late by then. Much, much too late.
"Yes, dear. Perhaps people were looking for reconciliation. I wonder what they found," Peter says after a while. "I wonder if they found what they came looking for."
The people were not ready. Their consciousness would have remained dormant, had the Popes succeeded in reversing the tide of history. Not yet.
"Lena told me that our audience is scheduled for 11:30. It is only for ten minutes. The Pope is very weak, she tells me."
The Pope is very weak indeed. The College of Cardinals had met over two weeks ago in expectation that the Pope might not last another night. They were ready to do their duty. The king is dead, they were ready to declare. God save the king!
But surely, my kingdom is not of this world?
It is late. Ruth decides to order a snack from room service, and retire early. The worry over the children, the two flights only a day apart, jet lag, the overall nervous tension during the last few days have left her on the brink of collapse. Peter refrains from helping her unless she asks. She doesn't. Ruth has ambitions of being independent.
An hour later Peter is left alone. He sits back in a chair, in the salon, facing the window. He looks at the eternal city, at the volumes of history at his feet. So much history. So much human strife and endeavour. So much pain, anguish...
Have I been right? He asks himself for the tenth time. Have I done the right thing? His sigh empties his lungs. I give up, he whispers. I give in. I submit to Your will...
That's what I have been waiting for.
Peter closes his eyes. "Who are you?"
I am you.
"Where are you?"
I am within you. And without you. I am also everywhere and nowhere.
Peter remains silent.
I am a state of Consciousness. Your soul. Your salvation. Your immortality. Your Lord. Your Master. I am also your friend, your mate, your benefactor. I am that which you are, which you always wanted to be. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end––yet I have no beginning and I have no end.
"And who am I?"
You are nothing, an illusion. You are a journey, a vehicle, a way, Tao. You are a means of self-realization. You are that which enables me to be that which I am. You and I are one.
"I do not understand."
I know. Nor can you, ever. Trust me.