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Chapter 32

In the weeks following the funeral for Jameis Thomason, Greyson found himself in more and more distant contact with Jaio. His public events escalated rapidly to the point where he needed a whole professional logistics team to navigate him from appearance to appearance. His transportation detail included numerous Town Cars and GMC Denalis, driven by trained and armed military personnel.

His engagements spanned the country and Jaio often took a private jet provided by Deltanomics out of a quasi-military airport in New Jersey. The Denalis all departed together and spread out to different routes in a deliberate diffusion tactic to avoid being followed by press or dangerous contrarians. The size of his audiences grew tenfold as the span of his travel increased. His output of podcasts grew with his heightened presence and he singlehandedly affected an exponential level of adoption of the Google Trinity platform with his frequent appearances and constant presence.

He also developed a team of disciples who conducted their own smaller webinars, reinforcing his messages. And the following behind the secondary presentations started to grow at a healthy rate as well. Gina Santaria took on the responsibility for coordinating, scheduling and promoting these sessions through Facebook, Twitter and all the social channels available. She even started conducting them herself. She found great joy and fulfillment in spreading Jaio’s word to an audience that far exceeded the size and scope of her former clientele.

Physical protection for Jaio increased to a level of a Presidential candidate with trained counter-terrorism specialists surrounding him on a regular basis.

Cael moved Jaio out of Greyson’s apartment soon after the incident with Anthony Mangano into private, secured housing provided by Deltanomics. Sometimes Greyson pictured him in a rat-infested rundown Harlem slum and other times he imagined him lounging in a 50th floor Park Avenue penthouse. He assumed the reality lay somewhere in between.

With the new security processes, Greyson served as Jaio’s driver only rarely. Gina had all but disappeared. He had not seen his cousin Cael - who lived like a ghost anyway - in months. And, aside from a flurry of interaction around the time of the funeral mass, his brief reconnection with his siblings had again slipped to sporadic texts or Trinity posts.

Greyson felt the inclination in the far side of his mind to turn his back on Team Jaio. Despite his feelings of kinship and inspiration at Jaio’s message, part of him still wanted to forget about the events that had transpired since the cold day in February when his cousin Cael dragged him into a snow-filled alley in his drunken stupor and then later filled his apartment with the eclectic array of strangers. He continued to live with the instinct to go out, party, get drunk and wash away his loneliness and lost ambition.

But those impulses also seemed like a distant dream to him. He had overcome his dependence on alcohol – at least for the foreseeable future. The thought of hooking up with random women or logging into paid or even free sex web sites no longer appealed to him. And he missed the high human interaction he experienced as a loosely related member of Jaio’s team.

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want to be a part of what they were doing,” said Cidalia as she licked the little wooden spoon-like utensil that came with her Italian Ice. “If you feel this strongly about Jaio and you miss all those people, then go back to them and tell them you want to work more closely with them.”

“I don’t know,” he replied, laying back on a Central Park bench by a steep outcropping of rock. “Since the memorial service, I’ve been completely out of the loop.”

“It’s not like you’re that busy with other work,” she continued. “It’s nice that you’re trying to get back into your old consulting business, but you’re working like a day every other week. I don’t think your heart is in it. You don’t have to be a driver. I’m sure they need all the help they can get in other areas of running the foundation.”

“You don’t even believe in Jaio’s cause. Why are you so hot to push me into working for them?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in the cause,” said Cidalia. “It’s just that I have my own beliefs and they’re private to me. I don’t need a new son of God to worship. I am pretty secure with the one I already have. To be honest, Jaio’s message is not that far off from what I already believe. I admire him and appreciate what he has to say. He’s just not my Messiah.”

“I still can’t figure out what to make of him myself,” said Greyson. “But I think a lot about the time I lived with him and how he spends every waking hour trying to make people happy and contented. You should see the progress Latrell Hawkins has made.”

“Look what he’s done to you,” Cidalia added. “You’re much happier and healthier since you met him. And I can’t believe you are so … sober.”

“Yah,” Greyson continued. “It is hard for me to let go of the resentment I have against my parents for trying to make me an apostle for all of this religious nonsense. But now, here I am, pushing 30 and I see it all in a different light. It’s kind of nice to know there’s guidance out there to help me have a better life.”

“And your life is better now,” Cidalia smiled at Greyson and turned her shoulders to face him. “Contact that girl, Gina, and see if they could use your help. I think it would be good for you.”

Greyson watched a pigeon land on the roof of a carousel and then quickly fly off as the music started and the horses creaked forward in their circle. He slowly reached into his pocket and took out his phone. Cidalia put her hand on his shoulder in support as he fired off his text to Gina.

Gina’s reply came immediately. They needed all the help they could get. They had a huge agenda ahead of them. She was swamped and needed someone to help her run the operation.

Greyson read the text to Cidalia and, at her encouragement, replied that he would drop by as soon as he could. He put the phone back in his pocket and watched one set of children hop off the horses in the carousel followed by another set excitedly taking their places for the next ride.

“Thanks Cid,” he said. “I think you’re right. I would like to be more involved. I think this would be good for me.”

Cidalia removed her hand and folded it into her other hand in her lap. Greyson turned his shoulders to face Cidalia and he put his arm around the back of her neck.

“Thanks,” he said to her.

They leaned. Their faces came together and for the first time, Greyson kissed someone because he wanted to share with them how much he liked them and how much he wanted to connect with them and not just for sexual gain.

Within a matter of weeks, Greyson found himself commuting to the Deltanomics office by Madison Square Garden several days a week to help coordinate all the drivers and their assignments. He quickly learned their logistics software and easily took over that responsibility from Gina. He made frequent drives out to Henry’s house to interact with him and Gina and help plan Jaio’s events.

He assisted in planning all the travel around their latest blockbuster event. The whole team including his siblings were set to convene in Valhalla at Henry’s house and the makeshift corporate headquarters of Jaio’s movement for an exclusive live sit-down interview with a CNN anchor and Jaio scheduled for later that evening. They spent each day during the week prior preparing for every possible question that could be asked.

“It’s good that we finally have a talent coach to help optimize this opportunity to appear before tens of millions of people,” Henry winked at Greyson.

On the night of the interview, Greyson pulled into the circular driveway at the giant colonial home of Henry Lucas. Set back against the wooded hills of Valhalla, the brick and stone façade of the 5,000-square-foot abode contrasted like an alternate reality to the cramped life that Greyson knew in New York. The CNN truck idled behind a bush in Henry’s back yard. A 30-foot-tall antenna extended above the tree line that sloped down the hill toward the reservoir below.

Greyson took a deep breath of the cool, clean air blowing up from the glistening water and spent a moment to feel the open space around him.

His quiet peace snapped when Cidalia closed the passenger door to the Town Car and beckoned him to hurry.

“Grab my kit out of the trunk please,” she said, hurrying to the front door. “I’ve only got a ten-minute window with Jaio before he needs to go into final prep and I want to make sure I do my best work. This is freaking CNN.”

Henry, Gina, Ruben, Cael and about a dozen other members of the staff that supported Jaio’s mission all attended the gathering at Henry’s house. Olivia passed appetizers along with the catering team that Henry hired. Greyson spotted Michael and Melanie. They both instantly approached him. Melanie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him close. Michael extended his hand and they shook firmly.

“Yes, they roped me in too,” Michael smirked. “Mom and Dad would be so proud of us both.”

“Shocked,” Greyson replied. “But proud.”

Jaio sat in a corner with Hadley Crawford, the CNN news anchor that would conduct the interview. They engaged in a deep dialog, all about Jaio’s past, his upbringing, his platform and his approach to gaining momentum in his movement.

Cidalia brushed lint from his plain white dress shirt and applied a powdery substance to avoid glare from the lights.

At least half the attendees of the party hovered around them to listen. Cidalia stepped back from Jaio, gave him one last look and turned to catch Greyson’s eye with a childlike grin.

“So, it’s working out with you two,” Gina hugged him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Big night tonight,” Greyson playfully changed the subject. “Jaio’s interview with Hadley Crawford on CNN. It doesn’t get much bigger than that.”

“Well, there’s the Pope,” Gina replied.

“The Pope?”

Gina had become a bulldog of an organizer and a project manager. Her work to keep all Jaio’s appointments, logistics and arrangements in check rivaled the efforts of any Fortune 500 executive assistant. But Henry played in a completely different stratosphere than Gina. He and Lloyd had spent several months leveraging their political contacts to secure a meeting with the Bishop of New York. A moderate Catholic leader, the Bishop admired Jaio and agreed with his ultra-inclusive approach to bringing people together. The meeting, originally scheduled as a half hour greeting, extended to two hours as Jaio kept the Bishop captivated with his strategic views on the middle east and how the Catholic church should partner with different religions to help facilitate peace.

The Bishop agreed to make an introduction to top local handlers for Pope Ignatius III, one of the most revered individuals out of the 12 billion people in the entire world.

Surprisingly, the Pope’s staff and the Pope himself had followed Jaio more closely than anyone in Jaio’s Ops team expected. And the timing worked perfectly as the Pope had a scheduled visit to the United States already in the works. He would conduct a mass and make a speech about global human rights at Yankee Stadium a couple months after Jaio’s CNN interview.

After much negotiation, the Pope’s team agreed to invite Jaio to his alter to bless him and say a few words of support for the portions of his message that best match the Pope’s agenda. Primarily, the arrangement only worked because a high majority of Jaio’s messages closely paralleled this particularly progressive Pope’s platform. But, beyond the outward benefit of the audience to both the pontiff and Jaio, the bottom line reason that the opportunity came together had to do with the fact that the Pope actively followed Jaio and admired him.

He could only commit to so much. He would not refer to Jaio as the “Son of God”. He would not comment on any of Jaio’s teachings that veered too far from the Catholic Church. And all these stipulations emerged from several months of intense negotiation and consensus building. The Pope had a vested interest and a personal desire to make a strong public show of support. Under the previous Pope, practicing Catholics had declined in record numbers and the image of the Pope had degraded somewhat due to his age and relative inactivity. This Pope was at least 20 years younger and had ambition to leave a lasting impact of positive change on God’s world. The event at Yankee Stadium would be a game changer for both of them.

The CNN crew had already set up in Henry’s basement office. The enormous space ran from one end of the house to the other and looked like a place where the President of the United States would go if he had to run the country from another location other than the Oval Office.

Television monitors lined the wall that didn’t have any windows. In front of his giant oak desk, a massive matching conference table occupied the middle of the floor surrounded by 12 black leather chairs.

With the slope of the hill on his property, an entire half of the basement space sat above the ground. That half of the room had giant windows – nearly floor to ceiling facing out toward the woods behind his house. During the day, natural light reflected from the glistening sun, bouncing off the blue water of the reservoir several hundred feet down the sloping terrain in the distance. At night, the LED lighting from the patio danced off the water of the pool and made the basement seem almost festive.

In front of the glass, two cameramen sat in elevated chairs connected to swinging arms with cameras attached to them. A third camera woman wandered through the house filming arbitrary shots of the property including the office, the staff and of Jaio speaking with his followers.

Melissa Davidson, who had become Henry’s publicity professional, spoke quietly to Jaio while they maneuvered through the house to the filming location in the basement office. Greyson followed closely behind. Since he and Cidalia had arrived, he had spent the late afternoon helping Melissa write about 100 index cards with Jaio’s key messages. Ironically, Jaio showed no need for PR prep. The index cards served a greater purpose of further educating Melissa and the staff on the important messaging and phrasing more than it offered any value to Jaio, who already knew exactly what he wanted to say and how he expected to address the questions he would face in the interview.

“He’s so ready,” said Melissa to Greyson with a nervous edge in her voice.

Jaio took his seat and the audio technicians tested the sound from the fuzzy boom microphones dangled overhead.

“The entire country will hear his message all at once.” Melissa beamed.

“Actually,” said Greyson. “I imagine the whole world will be listening.”

“We are here tonight with the man known only as Jaio to millions of people across the world,” Hadley Crawford started the interview, lit extensively from front and back with his perfectly coiffed blond hair glistening in the spotlight. “Some of those millions consider themselves followers, admirers, fans. Others count themselves as doubters, skeptics, haters.

“He is the same Jaio that, a decade ago, built a significant following in the turbulent Middle East, only to see his ministry crumble with a fateful attack on one of his rallies for peace – an attack that many feel he miraculously survived.

“And now he has reemerged here in the United States and reestablished his worldly presence through a series of videos, impromptu flash gatherings, pod casts and closed meetings with community and religious organization leaders. The speed at which his movement has taken root has been nothing short of epic and historic.

“He joins us tonight to discuss his philosophy, his take on the word of God and who or what God really is, his status as a public figure and symbol of renewed religious awakening as well as the flip side of his celebrity and all of the backlash against him.

“Welcome Jaio to CNN.”

Jaio nodded.

“The burning question,” Hadley continued. “Some call you the “Son of God”. Others compare you to Mohammed. These are bold and inflammatory comparisons that, frankly, have alienated and enraged many people. Are you, in fact, the son of God or the next Mohamed?”

“I am Jaio,” he replied. “And I am of God. There can be no accurate description of my being as God has no human form. God takes no mate and has no gender. Many refer to God as “He” and depict a male father.”

“With a Santa beard in a cloud somewhere,” Hadley interjected.

“Yes,” Jaio smiled with him. “But these are all human descriptions of that which cannot be described in human terms.”

“But are you more ’of God’ than others?” Hadley held air quotes over the phrase ’of God’. “Are you special? Are you unique?”

“We are all unique,” Jaio answered every question in calm, patient, reassuring tones. “I am the same as others in every physical way. I bleed. I feel. I hunger. But I am one with God.”

“But you are called a “Messiah.” Is this an accurate description? What does ’of God’ mean? And are you, in fact, divine?”

“These are human words and phrases; ’Son of God’ and ’Messiah’, assigned by others to me. And as Messiah, I offer God’s message to all who choose to have faith.”

“So, a kind of; ’I am what they say I am’ response much like Jesus states in the Bible,” said Hadley. “But are you somehow different than the rest of us?”

“We are all different. And we all have our own personal relationships with God.”

“But is your relationship with God any more unique or special than anyone else? That’s what I am trying to get at.”

“That is for those who choose to listen to my message to decide,” Jaio replied. “You spoke with many supporters of our message. What did you hear?”

“I heard from some sources that you are truly a Messiah,” Hadley answered. “And as many others called you a charlatan and a fraud.”

“Yes,” said Jaio, with the tiniest of smiles. “I am as they say. I am as they perceive me to be. What is God, but a manifestation of that which his followers believe God to be to them? It is the same with me. I am as my followers see me to be – their Messiah.”

“So, you do claim to be a Messiah,” Hadley reiterated. “And the son of God as well?”

“In that context, Yes,”

“Ok, so there’s that then,” said Hadley “And what would you say to those that call you a fraud? Why should people listen to you at all?”

“It is their choice to listen or not,” Jaio replied. “Fortunately, many have chosen to listen. I would invite anyone who opposes my message of peace and love to speak with me directly. They may feel differently if they embraced what I have been saying.”

“Fair enough,” Hadley wrapped his opening line of questioning before changing gears. “You said you bear a message from God. What is that message?”

“Love yourself and love others,” said Jaio. “Trust yourself and trust others. Live for yourself and live for others. All have the same instinct to survive. Share that instinct and survive together as a community, not as a group of individuals.”

“So, the old Golden Rule,” Hadley interjected. “Treat others as you would have them treat you?”

“The greatest lessons in life are the simplest,” Jaio nodded.

“People compare you to Jesus Christ,” Hadley continued. “Catholics believe him to be the son of God, the Messiah, not too unlike your claims. But you are not specifically a Catholic icon, much like Jesus was actually a Jew at the time. You speak with leaders from all different religions, Jews, Buddhists, even Muslims. What has been the response to your universal message of peace and love as you say? And what push-back have you received, especially from the Islamic community, where many have seen the comparisons between you and the prophet Mohammed as blasphemous?”

“Religion is of man,” Jaio answered. “It plays an important role in society. There are many aspects to life that cannot be explained in human terms or by scientific method. Religion provides a framework for faith. The tenets and rules associated with religious faith offer reminders and guidance for followers in moments of reflection, confusion and desperation. It is a way in which people try to understand God. But it is still a creation of the people within the religion.”

“The Quran states that the Islamic faith is, in fact, not from Man, but divine words from Allah,” said Hadley. “Do you dispute this?”

“No,” Jaio replied. “For those that believe this to be so, it is, in fact, so for them”

“But for others, it's not so?”

“That is correct,” said Jaio. “This dichotomy has caused much of the friction between religious faiths in the past.”

“How do we resolve that friction?” Hadley asked. “Should we all agree on one common set of beliefs?”

“Our beliefs may differ,” Jaio replied. “But we should agree on a basic set of values around the sanctity of human life.”

“Is there a religion that is ‘right’?" Hadley asked. "Or closer to right than others?”

“All religions are right as long as their collective intentions are good and positive,” Jaio replied. “Most religious organizations strive to provide a framework of human values for their followers. And while no religious doctrine is perfect with all of life’s mysteries and questions answered, most provide immense value to their congregations and generally help make society more peaceful and loving.

“There are some groups that use the guise of religion for selfish gain among the group leaders. But the majority of religious organizations are earnest in attempting to fill the needs of their followers - giving them hope and faith. The details, the rituals, even the specific words are vehicles to convey the ideas. And most religious philosophy is similar in the objective to impose some modicum of respect for the precious gift of life.”

“But many of the rules and values of different religions conflict with the rules of society and even with each other.” Hadley asked his follow-up question. “How can they all be right and still differ so greatly?”

“Organized religion is the invention of humans to explain the unexplained,” Jaio replied. “Many of the rules are established to help people make positive choices when faced with difficult decisions. These choices do not always have binary outcomes. And therein lies the diversity of thought and the foundation of different religious doctrine.”

“Again, a billion Muslims may not agree with that,” Hadley said.

“They believe their faith to be divine and that truth is their reality," Jaio continued. "They are entitled to that truth.”

“Let’s be specific,” Hadley interjected. “Abortion. Capital Punishment. Contraception. The role of women and men in the world. Poverty. War. These topics, philosophies and phenomena vary considerably in our society. As a representative of God, or God’s Messiah, what are the right answers? Can you provide the clarity that our society has lacked for hundreds of thousands of years?”

“No,” Jaio answered flatly. “The greatest gift given by God is the ability to choose. Free will. It is the key ingredient of life and consciousness. As such, God does not give the answers, nor expect society to come to consensus in a mere lifetime or even a millennium of lifetimes. A world in which all answers are universal is a world without choice. God’s design demands that society continuously seeks understanding of each other’s choices. By loving self and loving others, God seeks peaceful co-existence regardless of the diversity of choice in the infinite human situations that arise each day – including the topics you’ve highlighted in your question.”

“So, God wants us to make our own choices, even if we can’t come to consensus and learn to live together despite our differences?” Hadley asked. “Like when my brother and I fought, and my parents would tell us to work it out ourselves. There was no right or wrong. Just a direction to figure out how to get along in the moment.”


“There is so much killing in our world,” said Hadley. “How do you rationalize the right and wrong of murder and the justification of taking another life - be it self-defense, capital punishment or even mercy killing.”

“Human beings have been killing each other for many centuries,” Jaio replied. “This will not change soon. Capital punishment and self-defense are part of that and hopefully there is a great deal of thought and consideration of alternative choices before these actions are taken. Not all self-defense incidents bear the luxury of time for consideration of options. If we can nudge our society into a direction where people cease to attempt to harm each other, then Capital Punishment and self-defense will become less necessary in life.”

“What about mercy killing of a terminal patient.”

“As long as there has been a truly diligent consideration of all options and all parties come to consensus on the best course of action, there is a place for this in society.”

“On another note,” Hadley changed topics again. “There has already been what appears to be an attempt on your life in the bombing at the University of Northern Iowa. What would you say to those that would want to harm you or kill you to eliminate your presence and your message from society?”

“I would say to listen to your own heart,” Jaio replied. “And make your own choices.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. God has given everyone the ability to choose to love each other and respect the value of human life. It is up to each person to find the strength within themselves to make those choices.”

“Do you forgive those that harm others?”

“Yes,” Jaio replied. “If they understand the consequences of their choices, they deserve forgiveness.”

“If they don’t?”

“Those are decisions for the collective society to make. There is no right or wrong. Just choice.”

“What would you say to the young terrorist – it doesn’t matter their religion,” Hadley looked down at some notes in his lap. “Obviously there are religious zealots, but there are also domestic terrorists that act on behalf of one cause or another. Regarding the extremist terrorist, who grew up in an environment of hate and twisted values about the sanctity of life outside of their cause, what do you make of their choices? The terrorist who has bombed schools, churches, malls – killed harmless women and children, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters – are they just evil? Does evil exist? And where does the whole concept of evil come from?”

“There is no evil,” Jiao pronounced. “Only choices. The terrorist who kills, does so because of a set of beliefs, influences, desires or fears. Every choice has a motivation, no matter how deeply rooted in misunderstanding or misinformation.”

“But what are we to do about people who make these choices?” Hadley interrupted. “Is it justified to kill if in self-defense or in prevention of anticipated acts that could hurt or kill innocent members of our society?”

“Of course,” Jaio answered, prompting Hadley to nod in surprise. “These are all human decisions to be made. Loving one life or many lives can conflict with loving other lives. And these are the choices that God has bestowed on the people. These are the decisions that the people need to make by looking inwardly and finding God’s guidance within.”

“So, no real answers to life’s challenges?” Hadley asked. “But a better understanding of how to approach life’s situations using God’s gift of choice to live in greater peace.”

“Well said, my friend.”

“What do you say to the atheists, the skeptics, those that would deny the existence of God at all?” Hadley asked. “You can’t see God or touch him. There is no visible evidence of a being or entity in a cloud somewhere. And to date, there is still no scientific evidence of God’s presence. And yet you, and billions of others, believe in some form of a God or Gods. How do you explain this?”

Jaio paused and smiled. He leaned in toward his interviewer and asked him a question.

“Do you believe in Love?”

“Do I believe in Love?” Hadley repeated. “Sure.”

“You’ve been in Love?” Jaio rephrased his question. “You have many that you Love?”

“Who hasn’t been in Love,” Hadley replied. “My wife, kids, my family, I would say I am fortunate enough to be surrounded in Love.”

“It is the same with God,” Jaio said. “You cannot physically see nor touch God like you cannot see or hear Love. There is no evidence or scientific proof of the appearance of God any more than there is tangible proof of the existence of Love as a discernible substance. And yet, you and billions of others steadfastly believe in the existence of Love.”

“You see examples every day in life” Hadley chimed in.

“Yes,” Jaio agreed. “You see examples of Love in peoples’ actions. Their kindness. Their selflessness. You don’t see Love, but you see the effects of the spirit of Love and that’s how you can be sure of its existence.”

Hadley exhaled and muttered “hmm,”. He nodded his head and leaned into Jaio, about to comment. Jaio continued.

“God exists inside of all people just as Love does. In fact,” he said. “God is Love.”

Hadley paused, visibly pondering Jaio’s words. The set went quieter than it had throughout the interview. The producer made a hand motion that Hadley caught out of the corner of his eye. As if jolting awake, Hadley muttered again. “Well… wow… that was quite an explanation … simple … and convincing.”

He stiffened, reached forward and shook Jaio’s hand.

“Thank you Jaio for your time tonight,”

At that, Hadley turned to the camera.

“Jaio’s foundation, led by former Deltanomics CEO Henry Lucas has amassed a virtual army of volunteers as well as funding to help the weak and needy in society. These Jaoists, as they have come to call themselves, have brought holiday gifts to the poor, have arranged for free mobile volunteer medical care for the sick. They have spent time with the elderly, reading to them and walking with them. They have brought food and supplies from shelters and donation sites to the homeless on the streets of New York, San Francisco, Chicago, LA, Dallas and cities across the country.

“He has influenced leaders of corporations and celebrities to donate their time and large portions of their fortunes to helping the less fortunate. With help from CEOs, athletes, actors and politicians, he’s made donating a cool and competitive activity. To date, he has raised hundreds of millions of dollars for the foundation and has helped countless thousands of people in need in a variety of unique and significant ways. It’s hard to discount the immeasurably positive impact he has had on our society.

“Believe he is ’of God’ or not. Call him a ’Messiah’, compare him to the prophet Mohamed - whatever you choose – but his mark on society through his message of loving self and others as well as the work of his followers - has been nothing short of undeniable.”

Hadley turned back to Jaio.

“The New Year is about to turn this weekend.” Hadley started. “And it looks like this could be the year that your movement explodes across the world. There has been talk that you are working on an audience with the Pope? Is this true?”

“Well,” Jaio replied. “We have initiated contact with the Holy See and his team. There are so many great similarities and parallels in the religious doctrines that should be highlighted and better communicated. If people could understand their commonality of thought and purpose, we may be able to achieve even better harmony.”

“When will this audience take place?”

“It is still early. We are just opening lines of communication. We will announce any further developments when they occur.”

“Not here tonight on CNN?”

“In time,” Jaio brightened the screen with his broad engaging smile.

“Fair enough,” Hadley laughed. “One last question, and I thank you for your time tonight. I think I speak for everyone when I ask this. What happens when you die?”

“Ah yes.” Jaio smiled the most overtly he had throughout the interview. “Well, of course, when you die, you learn the secret of what happens when you cease to live.”

“Of course,” Hadley laughed again. “Jaio. Thank you and best of luck in your movement.”

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