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In April 1961, Yuri Gagarin was the first man to arrive in the cosmic space.

The spaceship Vostok, with Yuri Gagarin on board, was launched into space.

Where for thousands of years, the imagination of humans has created a

land of the afterlife.

A place reserved for angels and God.

Arriving there on his voyage in the cosmic space or the heavens, Gagarin was

asked on his return by the Soviet Union officials if he saw God up there on his

journey. The official answer was no.

But for hundreds of years, the Christian artists, theologians and believers have

imagined God existing far away in the unknown abyss of sky.

in the unknown depth of the cloud.

Depictions of God, though sometimes forbidden by dogma, have imprinted the

of the Creator, and the place where He exists, in countless paintings and

frescoes.

God, the Father, is up there, sitting on the throne of the boundless and

tumultuous clouds.

from the heights of creation.

The US Genesis 1491 mission from January 1962 aims to deepen observation

from the low Earth orbit of the unknown physical phenomena around the Earth and

the possibility of existence of a supernatural entity assumed to God on a

location near our planet.

My name is William Florescu, the astronaut of this mission.

My father was an immigrant from Romania.

I will be the fifth astronaut to see the Earth from space.

Gagarin, Shepard, Grissom, Titov were there before me, but I will spend the

longest time alone there, in space, until now.

But not much will be known about my mission, because it has a special secret

purpose.

My job is to find if something extraordinary has happened in the outer

Something supernatural, divine, mysterious, inexplicable.

If anyone is living there. If there is a God.

Somewhere, above us.

You may hear us.

Confirm your location visually.

Radio location is getting worse.

We lose contact.

We don't know at this time the reason. I'm afraid it's a XO error.

During launching.

But not sure.

Please confirm message received.

In a moment, the ridges of the cloud merge with the glow of the ruins of the

abbey.

And everything becomes like a painting bike again.

Who are we?

Where do we come from?

Where are we heading?

Roger Mission Control.

Here's Genesis 1491.

I'm over Honduras. Approximately. All systems go.

It got hot around here, but I'm going to turn off the ventilation manually.

The CO2 level is low.

Cab is at 14 psi.

Oxygen flows normally.

But I'm about to orbit.

In the dark.

Genesis 1491, we hope to remedy the problem with radio location soon.

To have you on the radar again.

How is the view up there, will you?

Through the capsule's porthole, the blue earth appears frail.

Fine stretches of water, like synapses, mountain chains and layers of clouds.

Lovely view.

But I turn my head, and my gaze is absorbed by the deep black of the space.

It feels like an infinity.

What's there, so far away?

Heaven, hell, God is here. There.

In the same universe and time with us.

An infinite universe of worlds.

Like Giordano Bruno believed.

Before it was burned at the stake by Inquisition.

The darkness has come.

I'm alone.

When I accepted this mission, I knew I should never lose my lucidity.

Because there, in the cosmic space, the perceptions are different.

The body and brain are deprived of gravity and air, and possible

hallucinations, depression, or other forms of unknown disease can occur

Vision is affected by cosmic radiation.

The reality becomes different.

The first orbit around the Earth begins.

The mission time is 23 minutes, 28 seconds.

You have still 4 hours and 34 minutes of the mission.

We cannot locate you at the moment.

Confirm your location.

Genesis 1491, answer.

Mission Control, here is Genesis 1491.

Signal is weak, but I can hear you.

I'm in the dark, approximately orbiting over the South China Sea.

The boys are working on it.

Anyway, until you get back into the atmosphere, we will be ready.

If not, you will go manually.

Right now, you can deal it without us.

William, your pulse is at 80 beats per minute.

Blood pressure is good. The biometric data we receive is okay.

We also have an electrocardiogram.

Okay. Genesis 1491, you should start asks, tests, on manual control.

Roger mission control.

Change on manual pitching.

The launch day was on Thursday.

At 1434 hour and 8 seconds.

The weather forecast was perfect.

The day was perfect.

What will I find?

Will I return safely?

to Earth.

What will be the results of my research?

My discoveries could change the humanity forever.

Now I live the emotion of mission to the fullest and all those thoughts make me

anxious.

The capsule I am in now traveled into orbit at 16 ,000 miles per hour.

A full orbit of the capsule around the Earth takes 88 minutes.

If everything goes as planned,

A mere contemplation of the celestial vault is sometimes enough to trigger an

experience. But to orbit around the Earth is something reserved for a

Everything on Earth, the Romanian people believed, is born and dies.

No one can stop this.

What is in sky is eternal.

There is the good place with light, with trees.

And with sweetness, there, God, is close.

And, on some days of the year, the sky opens, and our world, contacts the

afterworld.

My father, Dragomir, told me.

He had emigrated, from Romania, before the great war.

He had worked on the railways.

And never had flew with a plane.

Like for millennia.

Man did not reach above the height of the mountains.

Today, the sky has opened for me.

Genesis 1491, if all systems go, you can start the visual observation.

Mission Control, yes, all systems are go.

I start shooting.

My task, is to document, in physical parameters, any unusual experience, that

might take place, in this new environment, for man.

While orbiting the Earth.

To film any anomaly or mysterious fact, that has happened in this forbidden

space, for man, until now.

Up there, where gods are living.

Like a mystical explorer, of the sacred mountains of Tibet, or Olympus, or Hira

Beresiti.

The mountain of Zarathustra, around which the stars and planets, revolve.

where no one was until now further

to gravity to the stars I'm an astronaut

and I'm searching but

nothing special

happens yet

feel the traces of cosmic radiation when I close my eyes and small colored

sparks cross the blackness of my eyelids and my head seems a

little swollen but it doesn't hurt the

mission time is 38 minutes

9 seconds

And I found nothing or no one here.

William, we thought you should relax a bit.

Emma is going to tell you something.

Okay.

When all the stars are sewn across the night blue space with the immense

unknown,

in silence face to face we stand in speechless awe while

beauty marches by and wonder at the law which wears such majesty

my colleagues asked me to recite a little

i think it fits perfectly up there yes it's bliss

carmen nice from you emma

I'm continue to shoot.

I need more filming.

Be careful, William.

I want to come back with great results.

I need to find out something.

But nothing.

I'm in space.

And I see nothing.

Which not be prepared at ground.

Which I hadn't imagined, in so many white nights.

Which were it, be planned.

It's exactly, what I wanted.

But it's hard for me.

Some insidious feeling of abandonment, lurks in me.

The earth is beautiful.

But so alone.

Like me.

I'm waiting.

There has to be more here.

Something, someone.

One day will be ruined.

And the stars will fade out.

We'll look further.

An astronaut is always searching.

I am the astronaut.

I am orbiting over Egypt, but I don't see the pyramid from space.

On the control panel, I have painted the Horus's eye.

The one that protects and gives health to the navigators.

Now, I am a free spirit, and I travel through the sky like Thoth on Roseboat.

Thoth, the god with the head of Ibis.

The one who made the calculations to establish the heavens, the stars, the

earth. and all that is in them.

Knowledge should not be possessed by humans.

It's the apex of the gods.

Thoth's book should never be known.

The secret science of communicating with animals and understanding the gods.

That would have told me four millennia ago in ancient Egypt if I had gone.

sent by a rebel pharaoh on such a quest.

Genesis 1491, repeat, please.

Mission Control, something or someone hit the capsule cockpit four times,

repeatedly.

Ryder, Genesis 1491, start shooting.

I already do it.

Mission Control, what can it be?

Probably a collision with a group of meters.

There may be more of them.

Negative, Mission Control. Control, I didn't see anything on portal.

Are you still hearing it?

It's quiet now.

I star check all systems.

All systems go.

Oxygen is fine.

Batteries are at 80%. CO2 is a bit high, but... Roger Genesis 1491.

Start the ventilation manual.

You should lower your CO2 level.

Until you return to atmosphere, you still have to stay.

Genesis 1491, what happened?

What are your flying data?

We need to esterate the dimensions, but smaller than the capsule.

Mission Control, I'm out of oxygen.

It's an emergency.

William, do you copy?

Not too great. Mission Control.

Genesis 1491.

of 1491 we do not receive you

Mission Control, I confirm, I'm okay.

I'm fine.

I stabilize the capsule. Mission Control.

Mission Control, I confirm, I'm okay.

I'm fine.

You get the wrong data.

I stabilize the capsule. Mission Control.

Genesis 1491, do you copy?

Mission Control, yes, I can hear you. I'm talking.

I'm here.

Do you hear me?

the emergency oxygen mission control i don't feel any change maybe a little

warm but william our deck shows us zero pulse

william what's going on with you reply

mission control i'm good don't you hear me

mission control the sensors were probably blown after the impact with the

asteroids

It's another unknown error.

Genesis 1491, we do not hear you.

Wake up, William.

Oh, no.

He went into cardiac arrest.

Already lost his consciousness.

My God.

He went into hypoxia. 0 -0 -0.

Mission Control, answer.

Mission Control, here astronaut William Florescu, of U .S. Genesis 1491 mission.

On Genesis 1491 chip, do you copy me?

Mission Control, do you hear me?

Mission Control, I didn't die impossible.

You received incorrect data.

Mission Control.

I'm aware.

Mission Control.

The mission time is, 48 minutes, 55 seconds.

William, are you okay?

What happening to you?

Keep your cold blood.

Lucidity, was your guardian angel, for so many times.

The mission time has blocked at 48 minutes and 55 seconds.

The timer has failed, I think.

Something happens with temperature sensors, also.

It's a little warm, although, in capsule are only 41 degrees.

My chest hurts a bit, but I suspect it's because of the lack of gravity.

I hit my wrist at my head a little too.

Something is happening on the control panel.

I can't reset the communication buttons.

It looks like a short circuit.

Strangely.

I'm afraid it won't be totally interrupted.

control i will monitor and record the physical parameters outside the capsule

for the next orbit according to the mission procedure

i'm trying to continue the mission

Mission Control, the oxygen level has been constant for too long.

The gauge has broken too, I suspect.

Level is not dropping.

It's not possible to consume nothing.

I'm breathing.

Or maybe, I don't see well.

I'm going to track it.

The level of carbon dioxide has increased. In the meantime, I'm a little

worried. Mission Control, I don't know if you copy me. I do not receive you,

I will continue to talk about the procedures.

I perform.

They will be recorded in the mission's log.

I try to record the outdoor data.

Exterior radiation looks stable, about 37 to 48 mega -electron volt.

Ionizing radiation.

91 millisieverts.

The temperature about to minus 58 Fahrenheit.

It got warmed up.

I am orbiting with 17 ,424 miles per hour.

Over 30 to 35 minutes, I reach APSIS altitude.

High visibility.

125 degrees.

I filmed about 4 minutes.

I have still another 1 hour of unused reel.

I'm still shooting and taking outside data.

The communication with the Earth has been lost.

I try to continue the mission by myself.

What else could I do?

I continue to search.

But nothing special.

Maybe it's an answer.

I'm not feeling well.

I have a pulse in my left hand.

On my fingers.

How did Bruno's Inquisitors sign his death sentence holding firmly fingers

around the pen with shaking hands

with doubts i probably

did a stretching of the tendons of the fingers i don't have too much

power when i clench my fist i need to focus

mission

control our communication is still recorded

even if you don't copy

i will continue speaking

I'm starting to have some kind of

visions.

I don't know.

Something happens to me.

When I close my eyes, I see.

I see.

I see.

Mission Control, here's Genesis 1491.

Do you copy?

I just heard music.

Outside the capsule.

Mission Control, I hear something out there.

It's a song.

It sounds like...

Of course, it can't be music.

There is no sound in space. No sound waves can propagate in the cosmic

Mission Control.

Something sounded like music.

I can't explain.

Maybe it was a frequency interference.

Mission Control,

do you copy?

Mission Control, I am orbiting above Indonesia, approximately.

The flight parameters are restored.

Oxygen is at 44%. I repressurized the ship.

I have no serious damage.

Maybe the telecommunication antenna was hit by meteoroids. I don't know if you

hear me.

Mission Control.

I don't hear you.

I'm alone again.

If...

Blocked

between two worlds.

The Earth, and the deep black space.

What should I do?

I cancel.

Yes, I come back.

Enough of this. There's nothing here.

Just an hostile, and strained place.

Mission Control, I'm transmitting in the blind.

Mission Control.

If you somehow receive me, you must know that I have start the procedure of

reentry into the atmosphere.

Due to the strange events that happened, and the lack of communication with the

Earth, I cannot continue the mission.

I finished the mission earlier.

I'm sorry, I don't have great results.

Just a concussion on the head.

returning home.

In about 15 minutes, I estimate, I get the atmosphere reenter window.

The static positioning system no longer works.

A wave of galactic radiation melted the circuits.

Damn it!

I do not know what happened.

Where did this wave came from?

Maybe it's a solar blast.

What the hell?

There are three minutes until I return to Earth's atmosphere.

The trajectory is good. I remain on manual control.

But...

But,

something stands out at the window.

Something is going on outside the capsule.

I do not know what this is.

It could be a radiation globe.

Or something else.

A plasma body, better said.

A radiating globe.

Something completely new.

An unknown.

Or an entity.

Something alien.

Maybe alive.

It's difficult to appreciate the distance.

I have no landmarks.

And the shape or the entity seems to be moving towards the capsule.

I have to get closer.

I change my position manually.

I'm getting closer.

With any risk.

I'm recording.

It's extraordinary.

It is an unnatural presence, somewhere at 28 degrees port of capsule.

I have to shoot.

Mission Control.

It is an evolving form, Mission Control, similar to a butterfly, of small size.

That radiates me in shades of orange.

recording it's extraordinary

Mission Control, repeat please.

I do not understand.

Mission Control, please repeat.

Mission Control.

Control, are you?

Who are you?

Are you trying to communicate?

control the entity I film affect the audio communication

or they try to communicate with me I don't

realize what is it

but

my chest hurts

In the sternum Mission control

something extraordinary is happening Mission control

something extraordinary is there.

I hope you received me

No one saw God at any time, wrote the Apostle John.

And early Christians believed that no one could see God and live afterwards.

I shot something exceptional.

An entity. A supernatural being.

Who, maybe, was trying to communicate with me.

Alien. Angelic.

divine, or it is a completely unknown physical phenomenon for science.

But I have proof of existence.

In the space, unimaginable things are happening near our planet.

I have proof.

I have the evidence for the first time.

Something was happening up here in the sky.

In the heavens.

Pulse is approaching 90 beats per minute.

Genesis 1491, if you copy us, please confirm.

Genesis 1491, if you hear us, prepare for re -entry.

We fixed the radio location.

You are crossing over the South Atlantic.

You may experience some waves of high radiation.

You are crossing South Atlantic anomaly.

Genesis 1491.

The radio location is getting...

All things are in the universe, and the universe is in all things.

We in it, and it, in us. In this way, everything concurs in perfect unity.

Giordano Bruno, Cause, Principle, and Unity.

1584

Later, I understood everything.

With disappointment and sadness, though, I managed to save myself

from the emergency re -entry into Earth's atmosphere.

On January 2, 1962,

I had serious damage to the space capsule, but in the end, it survived

exceptionally.

It seems my engineers did a great job with the design.

For me.

A luxurious shoulder bruises and a psychic state of confusion.

I also took the camera, with the preface shooting.

But the film, the whole reel, to my shock, had only recorded, a few minutes,

flight.

The rest, is empty.

Nothing special, under the cosmic capsule shooting.

No mysterious presence.

No god, no superior form of extraterrestrial life, no unknown.

Cosmic phenomenon.

Only the expeditionary filming with the Earth seen from space from the first

minutes of the mission.

6 minutes 27 seconds.

Just that.

I haven't found anything.

How was that possible?

The explanation for that, given by my doctors, was that after I get hit by the

afteroid, the cap will start to lose oxygen.

I quickly lost consciousness and went into a dangerous state of hypoxia.

The lack of normal oxygen saturation.

in blood for the brain and the carbon dioxide intoxication produced by own

breathing causes strong hallucinations and abnormal mental state in which a

person has the illusion of perceiving non -existent things all that i

saw was just the product of my imagination of an

oxygen -free brain

A 21 minute dream.

Long and strange as the mission control lost the radio connection with me.

I didn't shoot anything out of the ordinary.

Nothing happened up there than the unfortunate impact with the asteroid and

strong hallucination due to the lack of appropriate oxygen saturation of the

brain.

I'm a scientist.

Science got me up there.

And I find the explanation plausible.

However, I do not explain how and why I get my consciousness back during the

reentry from the blackout.

Maybe it's just luck.

My destiny.

The U .S. Genesis 1491 missions and the secret research program of paranormal

phenomena in low -Earth orbit has not been continued.

For hundreds of years, our telescopes, have searched the sky, and the stars.

For now, there is no mystery, above the clouds, near the earth.

Just the risky, desire of man, to get there, and look haughty, behind.

From above, near the god, of the past.

But, there is no god.

in say space that's what i believe today

i

haven't met him or maybe just as

hamlet cannot meet shakespeare neither can creation meet the creator

and man the god

But I will look further, deeper

on space, in an infinite universe of world and

galaxy, same as Giordano Bruno, the medieval monk, believed once.

Because an astronaut is always searching further on

and on.

to the stars.

I am the astronaut of God and I will find the answer.

Mission time has been reset.