Книга Знаний. Book of Knowledge. 1. Игра в Иную Реальность. 1. Playing Another Reality (Билингва Rus/Eng)

– И ещё одна просьба-совет. Нас сейчас чуть меньше, чем обычно, поэтому сделать это будет сложнее. Но всё же, если кто-то из вас сможет, зайдите в Библиотеку Вселенной. Попробуйте, вдруг получится? Попросите Старца или Стража показать вам Книгу. Откройте её, попробуйте прочитать. Там будет какой-то совет. Возможно, ответ на ваш вопрос. Бывает, Книга написана на незнакомом языке. Постарайтесь почувствовать, о чём она. Иногда Страж передаёт информацию через вас мне. Уходя Оттуда, не забудьте поблагодарить всех, с кем вы встретитесь Там.

Заиграла музыка. Мы закрыли глаза. В отличие от предыдущих медитаций, мы не лежали, а стояли. Я не представляла, что можно медитировать стоя, и, что хуже, не могла представить, какой он – этот мой Храм Души. РАМ провела нас в Небо. И я внезапно увидела его – серебристо-белый, ослепительный, вернее, почти ослепляющий своим сиянием кристалл пирамидальной формы, по центру которого в вертикальном направлении проходил мощный поток энергии. Храм находился в иссиня-чёрном Небе так далеко от Земли, что её совсем не было видно. Я подошла к входной двери. РАМ попросила прочитать молитвы, кто какие знает, или просто помолиться Душой, кто как умеет, после чего оставила каждого наедине с Храмом.

Страшно заходить, но я открыла дверь и шагнула внутрь. Осмотрелась – ни души. Внешняя часть Храма по архитектуре совершенно не соответствовала внутренней, будто это – два разных сооружения. Двухэтажный домик имел форму креста, образованную двумя пересекающимися под прямым углом коридорами. Первое, что бросалось в глаза, – отсутствие потолка и крыши. Над головой – звёздное Небо. Впрочем, крыша здесь ни к чему – дождей нет, снега – тоже. Это же совсем Иной Мир. Даже здорово, что крыши нет, – в моём Храме Души живёт целая Вселенная! Стены побелены, как деревенские домики с внешней стороны. На стенах висят мои картины и горшки с красивыми цветами. Вдоль стен на обоих этажах – множество дверей. Пол, двери и балки – деревянные, тёмно-коричневого цвета. В доме очень светло, несмотря на отсутствие источника света и присутствие иссиня-чёрного Неба над головой. На второй этаж вела деревянная лестница, расположенная правее от входной двери. Обойти все двери в Храме Души не представлялось реальным, но я поднялась на второй этаж и зашла в первые четыре комнаты слева. Никого. Правда, в одной из них я обнаружила несколько… крышек от гробов. Я беспомощно опустила руки, присела на лестнице и заплакала. Даже здесь, в моём собственном маленьком домике, я – совершенно одна.

Спустившись на первый этаж, я заметила туманную нишу с вьющимися зелёными растениями напротив входной двери и решила посмотреть, что там. Я подходила всё ближе и ближе, как вдруг увидела…

Он сидел за деревянным столом, на котором лежали старинные книги, и что-то писал. Без головного убора, но в зелёных одеждах, расшитых золотом, – типичное облачение священнослужителей на Троицу.

Заметив меня, он улыбнулся, как когда-то улыбался мне на протяжении пяти лет, когда я пела в детском церковном хоре. Патриарх не удивился моему появлению, будто знал, что я приду сюда. И я заплакала от нечаянной радости – встречи. Патриарх выглядел живым и абсолютно здоровым, хотя ровно месяц назад он покинул Землю. Я посмотрела ему в глаза и мысленно спросила:

– Почему всё так? Отчего у меня такая жизнь? За что? Зачем? Почему меня никто не любит? Я хочу, чтобы Тот Человек…

Патриарх отвечал мне глазами, наполненными Вселенской Любовью:

– Ты сама всё знаешь, тебя Небо любит.

– Но почему так? – снова спросила я, а Он указал взглядом на книги на столе и произнёс:

– И ты пишешь.

– Чтобы я писала?

Патриарх кивнул и протянул мне раскрытую книгу. Слова на санскрите. Я удивилась: Патриарх и… санскрит? Я ничего не поняла, а он сказал, чтобы я зашла к «моим», и показал, какая именно дверь на втором этаже мне нужна. Они все действительно собрались там: обе бабушки и их сёстры, дедушка, мама с папой, тётя с дядей. В туманных очертаниях астральных тел я узнала каждого из них и была рада встрече. Никто не задавал мне вопросов, потому что в Небе известно всё про каждого живущего на Земле. Только тётя спросила, как дела у её младшей дочери. Я ответила, что всё хорошо. Во мне не осталось боли, я давно их отпустила, а с мамой мы на днях общались в горах и танцевали с монахами.

Внезапно я вспомнила про Библиотеку Вселенной и вернулась к Патриарху с просьбой провести меня в неё. Патриарх поднялся из-за стола и повёл меня по левому коридору первого этажа, одна из дальних дверей которого являлась входом в Библиотеку. Мы прошли несколько залов, каждый из которых – огромен. По пути нам встречались люди. Они явились сюда с целью найти свою книгу и не обращали на нас никакого внимания. Все стены от пола до потолка представляли собой книжные стеллажи, к тому же бессчётное количество стеллажей располагалось по бокам от центрального прохода, соединяющего бесконечную цепочку залов.

Здесь было всё…

Я огляделась в замешательстве:

– Мне сказали, что надо найти какую-то книгу или книги, в которых – ответ на мой вопрос.

Патриарх улыбнулся и подвёл меня к стеллажу в центре зала, внимательно посмотрел на меня, а потом потянулся рукой к верхней полке, достал и протянул мне… мои первые две книги, одна из которых называлась «По дороге в Небо», а название второй составлено из трёх имён – двух великих заклинательниц Серебряного века и моего собственного – «Марина. Анна. Александра». Я спросила, можно ли мне самой достать какую-нибудь книжку; он кивнул.

Я прошла в дальний угол зала, пододвинула стремянку и добралась до верхней полки. Моя рука потянулась к старенькой книге тёмно-зелёного цвета, на корешке которой надпись отсутствовала. Я вытащила её и прочитала единственное слово, выгравированное на обложке золотыми буквами: «СЛОВО».

«У вас осталось три минуты…» – раздался голос РАМ.

Я поставила книжку обратно. Спустившись, столкнулась с известным священником. Он улыбнулся мне. «Наверное, тоже ищет здесь какую-то информацию, – подумала я. – Интересно, а он жив?»

«Прощайтесь, ступайте к Двери, через которую вы вошли в Храм».

Я стояла у входной двери. Глаза Патриарха, как и много лет назад, излучали Добро и Любовь. Я поблагодарила его. «Мои» смотрели на меня со второго этажа и махали призрачными очертаниями рук.

«Откройте Дверь, выходите».

Я открыла дверь. Патриарх перекрестил меня на прощание.

«Закрывайте за собой Дверь, повернитесь к ней спиной…»

Через пару минут я открыла глаза.

На Земле.

The Temple of the Souls

«Tonight you are going to RAM,» my colleague said in an orderly tone after listening to my retelling of the dream.

«No,» I objected, «I’m invited to the Beau Monde to cast spells tonight.»

«You won’t be casting any spells tonight. You need to get to know RAM. She comes twice a year for a week seminar. I just found out yesterday that she is here now.»

RAM, Raisa Akhmetovna Mansurova, sat in the center of the huge hall, talking about the amazing capabilities of everyone. A dazzling emanation along the contour of her earthly body seemed even to be real fire. We studied for five hours in the evening on weekdays and all day long on Saturday and Sunday. During the week of the seminar, I had the opportunity to talk privately with the Teacher several times. She read my manuscripts, looked in my future and saw the Light there. RAM taught us a lot, but I liked most meditating to music combined with mantras recorded during her expedition to Tibet.

…I closed my eyes. Having ceased to feel my physical body, I found myself in a picturesque place in the mountains, in a meadow with a babbling brook. On the right, there were ordinary mountains that I had seen in Tibet several years before in reality. To the left, there was an abyss, with other mountains behind, of Another Tibet, unknown to me. Somewhere in the distance, a small monastery rose on the top of a mountain to the right. The air took on blurry contours. Suddenly I felt that I was about to see my mother. Mom had long been very, very far away, and it was difficult for her to gather herself into the earthly image that would forever remain in my memory, but I would still recognize her from a thousand foggy outlines. Being as transparent as she was, I realized that we could neither hug in an earthly way nor speak in words. My physical body was in the hall at RAM seminar, I could look at «Me in the Hall» from There and move Consciousness into it, observing «Me in the Mountains» from the side. It was a game of instant movement, and I liked it. I was incredibly happy to see my mother. We were walking There, at the slightly open Door, where ordinary and other mountains coexisted, and communicating in silence, I didn’t even formulate phrases mentally, because only feelings remained, and everything else was unnecessary. Mom led me to the monastery on the mountain, where the fire was burning, although perhaps I mistook for it a huge vat with incense, shrouded in the misty haze from which our bodies, my mother’s and mine, were woven There. It was funny – we were transparent, while the monks were dense, wearing real clothes. It was strange that they didn’t pay much attention to us, just glanced at us briefly and continued their business.

After some time, the monks began to walk clockwise around the vat with incense or a fire emanating smoke, dancing, chanting mantras and striking musical instruments similar to tambourines. Mom invited me to dance with them. I had a strange feeling of joy and absolute peace dancing with my mother and the monks, who looked at me as if my appearance There was completely natural. Mom called me to the abyss, a bottomless one. I had once climbed mountains higher than 5,000 meters, but at that moment we were at an altitude of hundreds of thousands kilometers above sea level… or Earth? Indescribably beautiful and majestic. I felt the Earth so far from There that I needed to fly to it, and for quite a long time. We stood on the highest mountain of the World, Another World. The black mountains seemed to be monks’ souls. The fiery red sky resembled a sunset, but the earthly Sun was barely visible at the bottom of the abyss. There was nowhere to go higher, that was the Highest Sky, the Sky of Fire color. Mom wanted me to walk over the abyss, she took my hand, although that was an illusion, I just felt her supporting me. I took my first step into the void. We walked with her through the Fiery Sky, like people walking through an autumn park. Then I realized it was time for my mother to leave, and her outline slowly dissolved, merging with so called God. The last mantra sounded, and it seemed that all that Fiery Sky was contained in the single sound – OM.

The next day I found myself in the same meadow in the mountains. The level I found myself at the beginning of each meditation was below the level of the Fiery Sky, from where I returned to Earth. I knew in advance that my mother wouldn’t come and that I needed to talk to the monks. I moved to the left and discovered 108 springs with holy water, walked through them and went further, skirting the mountains. I saw the already familiar monastery in the distance, but the path ended at an abyss. I stopped in thoughts. Mountains surrounded me on all sides. A thin thread was stretched over the abyss. I suddenly felt someone approaching me from behind, turned around, finding myself with my back to the abyss, at the beginning of the thread leading to the monastery, and saw a smiling monk. He came so close that I instinctively took a step back on the thread. The monk continued to smile and hold me with his gaze so that I wouldn’t stumble, moving backwards, with my back to the monastery and my face to the monk. We walked slowly until I felt the ground under my feet. The monk pointed his hand in the direction of the fire, and I sat down nearby. I asked him for help, telling him about my emptiness, but he smiled back. The rest of the monks appeared and began to dance around the fire. I approached each of them in turn and asked to help me, but they smiled and silently invited me to dance with them. I realized that it was time to return to Earth, and I found myself on that highest mountain where the Sky was fiery red. I went into that Sky until it all merged into the single sound – OM.

On the 3rd day the Monk met me at 108 springs. I asked him for help again, he silently smiled and showed the pool with Holy water from the springs.

I lay under the water with my eyes open, breathed and saw the smiling Monk bending over me above the water surface. He didn’t allow me to leave the pool while the water cleansed my astral body. I relaxed, closed my eyes and flew in a fiery stream at a great speed. Then the Monk made me understand that I was free, and I ran to the abyss over which the thread was stretched. The Monk looked at me with a smile, he knew that I could easily get to the monastery without anyone’s help. However, as soon as I set foot on the monastery grounds, I remembered the Man Who Was Not. I wanted to show him those magical places. I returned back to the springs, imagined Him as foggy as I was, standing at the edge of the abyss, took Him by the hand and guided with my gaze. He looked into my eyes, and I smiled at Him, just as the Monk had smiled at me the day before. I led Him to the Monastery and again returned to those 108 springs to lead my son as well. The Monk called me to the fire, and everything repeated – I danced with the monks, went to the top of the highest mountain to walk through the Sky of Fire color, and returned to Earth, when everything around me suddenly merged into the single sound – OM.

On the fourth day, each of the seminarians brought four bottles of champagne. We had to walk on broken glass. Many people ask why this is necessary, thinking that RAM teaches walking on glass only. Firstly, during the previous three days not a word was said about glass. Secondly, walking on broken glass seven times was just a fragment of the seminar. The purpose of this action is to hack the program written in Consciousness as «Impossible! Forbidden! It doesn’t happen like that! I won’t succeed!» People live according to the rules of the programs implanted in them, so they consider their problem insoluble. If the program is rewritten, hidden abilities wake up and help to find the right solution. Having created a small miracle by walking on broken glass without cutting heels, a person begins not only to believe in miracles, but also to know that one creates them oneself, with God’s help, of course.

Television arrived. The glass was divided into two piles. The seminarians who had already practiced walking on glass lined up to the place for «the advanced people» and started walking as if on a soft and fluffy carpet. I froze at the carpet for the newcomers. RAM said I would be the first to go. Looking at the fragments sticking out pointing upward, I couldn’t believe that it was possible not to cut myself. RAM took me by the hand and asked to repeat just one phrase after her. I repeated and was sure that the Teacher wouldn’t let go of my hand until I had walked the entire carpet, but RAM, slapping me on the butt, ordered, «Go!» I took the first step. To be honest, I’m hypersensitive and, when going to the sea on vacation, I choose a sandy beach or pebbles, since it’s easier for me to learn to fly than to walk on stones with bare heels. That day I heard the glass crunching beneath me, digging into my heels, but felt no pain at all. I reached to safe land unharmed.

The procedure should be repeated at least seven times. All the newcomers cautiously moved to the carpet for the advanced people.

«I am no longer here. You can do everything yourself,» RAM smiled.

I walked and walked on the glass. When they were taking my photo, a seminarian shouted, «Alice, show the swallow!» I had to jump on one leg on the broken glass to keep the swallow balanced until the next click of the camera because of the pauses between shots. During one walk in a bad mood, having taken the first step, I felt a sharp pain in my left heel. The rug seemed to be about to turn from green to red. I froze like a one-legged heron so that I could re-encode myself before landing my second heel on the glass. Afterwards we took off our clothes to the waist and lay down on the glass with our bare backs (including necks and heads). RAM pressed everyone into the carpet with all her might, turning one’s body on all sides, and did other exercises so that the glass would merge as much as possible with the naked upper body. The lying person rose not alone, but together with the pieces of glass sticking out from his back, like the needles of a hedgehog. RAM took out those needles, that left indentations, as from driven nails, but no blood, no cuttings of the skin on the back. Based on the color of certain areas of the back, RAM immediately told what health problems the person had.

Late in the evening we played a fifteen-minute game called «Tell someone you don’t know about something you don’t know.» RAM asked each of us to come up to three or four seminarians to whom we would be drawn and say the first thing that would come to mind. I came up to strangers and said something I couldn’t know about them, and they wondered how.

On the last day of our seminar, we were awaited by a special meditation «Temple of the Soul» with a short briefing beforehand. RAM asked each of us to clearly formulate a question we needed an answer to.

«When you get There, pay attention to the details. Who will meet you? Perhaps a relative or a friend, an Elder or an Angel, or maybe no one. It’s different for everyone. Take a look around. What does your Temple, or the place you will end up, look like? Someone ends up in a maze. Someone is in a castle. Try to go around it all, entirely. Go through all the doors, since the answer to your question is hiding behind one of them. If a door is closed, find the key and open it. Music without mantras will play during this meditation. I’ll guide you to the front door and leave you alone. I’ll warn you when time is running out so that you can return on time. One more request or advice. There are a little fewer of us now than usual, so it’ll be more difficult, but still, if any of you can, go to the Library of the Universe. Try it, will it work? Ask the Elder or the Guardian to show you a book. Open it and try to read. There will be some advice there. Perhaps the answer to your question. It happens that a book is written in an unknown language. Try to feel what it’s about. Sometimes the Guardian transmits information through you to me. As you leave There, don’t forget to thank everyone you have met.»

The music started playing. We closed our eyes. Unlike previous meditations, we didn’t lie down, we were standing. I had never thought that it was possible to meditate while standing, and, worse, I couldn’t imagine that Temple of my Soul. RAM guided us to Heavens, and I suddenly saw it, a silver-white and pyramid-shaped crystal, dazzling, or rather, almost blinding with its radiance, through the center of which a powerful flow of energy was pouring in a vertical direction. The Temple was located in the blue-black Sky so far that the Earth was invisible at all there. I came up to the front door. RAM asked us to recite prayers we knew, or just pray somehow with the Soul, and she left everyone alone with one’s Temple.

Being scared to enter it, I still opened the door and stepped inside. I looked around – not a soul. The architecture of the outer part of the Temple didn’t correspond to the inside at all, as if they were two different buildings. The two-story house had the shape of a cross, formed by two corridors intersecting at right angles. The first thing that caught my eye was the absence of a ceiling and roof, just a starry sky above my head. However, there was no need for a roof there – no rain, no snow either. A completely different world. It was even great without any roof, since the whole Universe lived in my Temple of the Soul. The walls were whitewashed, like village houses on the outside. There were my paintings and pots of beautiful flowers on the walls and a lot of doors along the walls on both floors. The floor, doors and beams were wooden, dark brown. The Temple was very light, despite the absence of a light source and the presence of the blue-black Sky above. A wooden staircase, located to the right of the front door, led to the upper floor. It seemed unrealistic to go through all the doors of the Temple, but I went up and entered the first four rooms on the left. No one. Although, in one of them I found several… coffin lids. I helplessly dropped my hands, sat down on the stairs and wept. Even there, in my own little house, I was completely alone.

Having gone down, I noticed a foggy niche with climbing green plants opposite the front door and decided to see what was there. Getting closer and closer, I suddenly saw… He sat writing something at a wooden table with old books on it. Without a headdress, but in green robes embroidered with gold, the typical attire of clergy for Trinity. Having noticed me, he smiled, as he had done for five years when I sang in the children’s church choir. The Patriarch wasn’t surprised by my appearance, as if he had known that I would have come. I cried from the unexpected joy of our meeting. The Patriarch looked alive and absolutely healthy, although he had left Earth exactly a month before. I looked into his eyes and asked mentally, «Why is everything like this? Why do I have such life? For what? What for? Why doesn’t anyone love me? I want That Man to…»

The Patriarch answered me with eyes filled with Universal Love, «You know everything yourself, Heaven loves you.»

«But why?» I asked again, and he pointed with his gaze at the books on the table, saying, «And you write too.» «So that I write?»

The Patriarch nodded and handed me an open book with… words in Sanskrit. I got surprised, Patriarch and… Sanskrit? I didn’t understand anything, but he told me to go to my relatives and showed me exactly which door on the upper floor I needed. They all really gathered there: both grandmothers and their sisters, grandfather, mom and dad, aunt and uncle. I recognized each of them in the foggy outlines of astral bodies and was glad to meet them. Nobody asked me questions. Everything is known in Heavens about everyone living on Earth. Only the aunt asked how her youngest daughter was doing. I replied that everything was fine. There was no pain left in me, I let them go a long time before, and the other day, I had talked with my mom in the mountains and danced with the monks. Suddenly I remembered about the Library of the Universe and returned to the Patriarch asking to take me to it. The Patriarch rose from the table and led me along the left corridor of the ground floor, a far door of which was the entrance to the Library. We walked through several halls, each was huge. We met people along the way. They came there to find their books and paid no attention to us. The walls were lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling, and countless shelving flanked the central passage that connected the endless chain of halls. Everything was there. I looked around in confusion.

«I was told to find a book or books that would answer my question.»

The Patriarch smiled and led me to the bookshelves in the center of the hall, looked at me carefully, reached out with his hand to the top shelf, took out and handed me… my first two books, one of which titled «On the Road to Heaven,» and the title of the second had been made up of three names, two great spell-casters of the Silver Age and my own, «Marina. Anna. Alexandra». I asked if I could get some other book by myself, he nodded. I walked to the far corner of the hall, took a ladder and climbed to the top shelf. My hand was drawn to an old book of dark green color with no title on the spine. I pulled it out and read the single word engraved on the cover in gold letters, «WORD».

«You have three minutes left,» came the voice of RAM.

I put the book back. Having gone down, I ran into a famous priest. He smiled at me. «He’s probably looking for some information here too,» I thought wondering if he was still alive.