The Book of Knowledge. Playing Another Reality. C. Castaneda award

“No, Yellow is the color of the third chakra, it’s located in the solar plexus area, symbolizes physical strength and at the same time is a source of Spiritual strength. It’s good to grow Lotus there.”

“Lotus?!”

“Exactly, look, I have it already grown up. It’s blooming like a big, big flower, and its petals go beyond the boundaries of my physical body.”

Catherine looked incredulously at my solar plexus area.

“Doesn’t Lotus bother you there?”

“On the contrary, it’s great!” I laughed. “I periodically look at Lotus, checking if everything is okay with it, if it has decreased in diameter, if the petals have faded.”

“What for?!”

“Lotus prompts where and what is wrong. It’s an indicator of human health, both spiritual and physical. The larger the flower, the brighter its light, the better. If something hurts, apply the petal to the sore spot. But you should constantly talk to your Lotus, take care of it mentally and fill it with Divine Love.”

“Listen, honestly, I’m unlikely to succeed! I even forget to water the flowers at home.”

“The main thing is that you know about it now, and you can do as you wish. Every moment of life, everyone makes a certain choice that determines their movement in the Space of Options. You are always in motion, your every step, every word, thought, deed, as well as their absence, is a movement to the right, left, forward or backward,” I took a napkin and drew a bold dot below. “This is the point you were an hour before our meeting.”

I depicted several rays diverging from the point in different directions upward to create the spokes of an open fan.

“You had a choice to meet me or not.”

“Well, theoretically, yes.”

“One of the rays means to come here, and the second means not. You came and we met,” I marked the next point on the ray and drew several more rays fanning upward, but from that point. “These are options for whether you ask me about colors, whether you tell me what’s happening at work. Let’s say you asked. At that moment another fan opened up. So you are sliding up some of the rays again. Another fan will open again, when you decide to go on wearing black or choose clothes of a different color. There are many colors for you to choose. So, for example, walking down the street in pink, you will meet a man tomorrow. Another choice from the next point, you will smile sweetly at him or send him in the Middle of Nowhere.”

The napkin was already scribbled. It definitely showed many options for the development of events while moving in the Space of Options.

“Not only global decisions, such as entering college or changing your place of residence, are a step that determines your Future. You create your life every moment completely imperceptibly to yourself and those around you, gradually moving to the left or to the right of the place where you were a moment before. If you choose non-standard steps, you’ll get more chances of quickly moving to another Option of Life.”

“You talk about it so simply, but in fact…”

“In fact, you’ll forget to ask me about the colors we’ve passed by – green and brown.”

“GREEN is the color of grass, the color of summer, but few people wear green clothes.”

“Yes, because Green speaks of stability, and most people don’t have it. Green is the color of hope, an indicator of harmony, symbolizes the energy of nature, life, growth. It uplifts, balances, invigorates, adds strength and restores energy balance, calms the nervous system. Green color is well suited for relaxation and various cultural events. You can go in green clothes to an exhibition or to the theater. It’s interesting that people dressed in Green are perceived as wise advisers. It’s easier for you to convince people that you are right if you are wearing Green. People who prefer Green are vulnerable, awkward and even clumsy in some way. However, being soft, they have sufficient flexibility and diplomacy. I have almost no green clothes, but I like to look at Green in nature, it has a positive effect on the Earthly vision, with which I am not very friendly. It’s interesting that Green can be warm or cool, depending on the color next to it. So with warm colors it’s warm, with cold ones it’s cold.”

“Does it have its own chakra?”

“Yes, it’s located in the area of the heart, personifying purity and innocence. The center of Divine Love, that is, unconditional love for the whole world, the point of balance between male and female energies.”

“You seem to have already said about all the chakras, but there are still colors left.”

“Not in the rainbow, but we have three more colors, such as BROWN, GRAY and WHITE. I won’t tell you anything interesting about them. Brown is the color of conservatism; it grounds a person, immersing in the whirlwind and bustle of everyday life. Gray means boredom, routine, formlessness, sometimes fear and even hidden anger. People who are pedantic and neat often wear gray. I like the Silver color as that of my Fox. During meditation, I saw a silver-colored Flow pouring onto me in the monastery from somewhere Above.”

“Yes, I remember you told me. Does White mean purity?”

“A symbol of renewal, the beginning of a new stage, from scratch.”

“Should I step straight to White after Black?”

“You should feel yourself what is best for you. There is no one recipe for everyone. Everyone has their own, because everyone has their own Path. There are many smart books about the colors. As well as about the best way to arrange one’s earthly home in terms of color. But everyone is unique and lives in their own context. In the West, White is the embodiment of purity and Light; brides usually wear white dresses at weddings, meanwhile in the East, White is a symbol of Death. Don’t overstep yourself, listen to your inner voice. Your Soul is the best advisor.”

EPILOGUE

“Everything I tell you now will seem ridiculous from the outside,” I said to the Teacher right from the doorway. “A person on Sunday…”

“Cross yourself, breath it out and say, ‘Thanks, God!’”

“Why?”

“The word ‘death’ comes in. If it had happened otherwise, it would have been tantamount to death for you. You would have died.”

“Why?”

“When information comes to you from There, can you always explain why?”

“No. So what should I do?”

“What do you want?”

“To erase. Everything.”

“Relax, close your eyes. Imagine yourself entering a cinema and sitting down in the first row. The big screen turns on. This is a color movie. You are watching yourself going to work this morning. Do you see this? Now you are standing in the hall and looking at yourself sitting in the first row and watching the color movie. Now you, sitting in the first row, get up and go upstairs, to the very last one. Sit down there. The small screen turns on. Black and white tape. You are watching everything that has happened to you since the moment you want to erase. Watch slowly as much as you like, only in black and white. At the same time, you are standing in the hall and looking from the side at yourself watching a non-color movie… Did you finish watching? Now start rewinding. When you reach the shot you need, tell me.”

I thought about where to stop and decided not to erase the shot with me in a scarlet dress and a pearl necklace. He had asked me then, “What does this mean to you?” I had answered, “A game…” I had been so happy.

“Get up from the last row. Go to the staff room. Take out the tape. Find the black and white fragment. Take the scissors. Cut it out. Glue the two pieces of the color movie tape together, ‘before’ and ‘after’. Pour gasoline over the cut piece and set it on fire. Throw the ashes into the wind and open your eyes. What are you feeling now?”

I uttered a phrase completely unexpected for myself in an imperative tone that didn’t allow any objections, “I want that this man…”

The Teacher interrupted me with a gesture and finished the sentence with my words. I looked at him in surprise.

“Alice, I see this picture as clearly as you do. This is the third time this evening that we go out into the Astral Tablets and see the same. Today is the fourth day. You have come on time,” he said, and I felt the energy flowing through my body in a circular motion.

“I feel an invisible wall around me. People don’t notice me, as if I don’t exist.”

“You are under a glass cap. I can’t do anything with it. It’s stronger than me. Recall, Alice, what you promised There before you came here,” the Teacher pointed to the sky with his hand. “I don’t know what was that. Only you can remember. Your contract, not mine. There was some condition. You came into the world not as ordinary people do. Of course, they also have certain tasks, but they are ordinary, and you are another. You have to do something that is not on the average person’s plan. In brief, you have some kind of debt hanging over you. Until you pay it off, life won’t change, and the heavenly cap won’t disappear. By the way, note, the body is not eternal. If the Higher Forces understand that you cannot fulfill your promise in this incarnation, well… you know perfectly well what They will do to you. They don’t give you earthly things to make you fulfill something heavenly. That’s not all. Do you see a picture while receiving information from There?”

“Sometimes a picture, sometimes numbers, sometimes I hear words, but now more often I know something, just feeling it, and that’s all.”

“Okay, let’s say so. When you feel that at the moment there is only one option, the worst possible one, left for the development of events, do you see some picture?”

“No,” I sighed. “I feel the knowledge falling from above, ‘Well, that’s all.’ Not even in words, but like a blow to the head, and I start weeping. It rarely happens, in case of tragic losses. Such as of mom, dad, Brother, Ray, the Man Who Was Not. I feel it long before, when there are no reasons, but I already know the end.”

“What do you do after that?”

“I try to find other options, do something to prevent what I felt from happening. I even imagine good pictures, but I can’t change anything.”

“Well done, Alice. Do you know why it doesn’t work? The initial information from There was received first. It registered in the Subconscious and launched the program. Later you try to launch other programs, but you didn’t erase the first one, it goes on working.”

“How to erase it?”

“The picture must be burned.”

“This information doesn’t come as a picture!”

“In this case, imagine a sign with words or something else and burn the incoming information with a categorical order, ‘It will be different!’ After that, write down immediately the option that suits you. And the last thing. When you complete your heavenly mission, in order to find happiness, you will have to say goodbye to Another Reality and return to the Earthly Reality.”

“How is it?” I was surprised.

“If I knew it…” the Teacher sighed.

***

I decided to swim at Nikolina Gora, my Place of Power, as well as to visit a distant relative, who had turned into a real yogi over time. He lived in a small house near the river.

The yogi had known me since I was a year-old. My grandmother the witch was his mother’s second cousin. We had often come to visit them. He seemed a strange person to me. I understood absolutely nothing of what he said until I went to the church school. When I became interested in philosophy as a student, the incomprehensible words of the yogi began to clear up.

***

Eight years before, I had finished writing a manuscript about Life and Death, I had been working on for about six years, and decided to share my joy with the yogi. The gate obediently opened and I entered the garden. It seemed like no one lived there. I bent down, walking under the branches of trees. There were thickets of uncut grass and wildflowers along the path. Rounding the house, I saw an open window in the kitchen, the yogi was having lunch. His signature dish, a salad of forty different herbs, left a lasting impression on me.

“I finished the book!” I said joyfully over tea.

“Well done, you are on the right Path,” he said calmly, “but it took you a lot of energy.”

“That’s why I’m here. This Place gives me strength.”

“I hope you remember how dangerous the Path you have taken is. By the way, did nothing happen to you at the moment when you finished writing your work?”

“Oh yes! I wanted to tell you! That evening I entered the subway train, smiling and glowing with happiness. The train left the tunnel and was passing along the street when a passenger turned to me and asked if I knew what the house in the window was. I didn’t know. He got upset and asked if I knew how the gas mask had been invented. I shook my head negatively. Then he asked about nuclear weapons and several more questions, which I constantly answered ‘no.’ The man sadly waved his hand at me and said reproachfully, ‘Eh, you don’t know anything in this life!’”

“Great story!” the yogi laughed. “But books aren’t enough for you. You need a Teacher.”

“Yes. I came to you so that you tell me where to find one.”

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