Back Home, Into The Sky!

by Tatiana Danina

SO BE IT!

  In the morning my mother, with whom I live, demanded an explanation. Where I was last night and why come back so late?

  I realized - she was worried. Moms always worry. I knew it and did not want to disturb her in vain.

  - Mom, it's OK. I was with friends. Do not worry, I know them very well. They are very nice and decent.

  My mother knew that I did not drink alcohol and do not smoke, but nevertheless asked:

  - Did you drink?

  - Of course not.

  - Well, my daughter, I believe. But next time, please call.

  I was about to give up the standard "well, mother", but then my new eyesight automatically was activated. I saw the aura. It was very beautiful, iridescent, with a predominance of blue tones above and reddish below. But in the area of the heart I saw the blackout.

  Yesterday I came home around midnight. And although I did not make a noise and immediately went to bed, but my mother was waiting for me. Her heart beat stronger and tired.

  Well, now I could clearly see the consequences of my careless attitude.

  In order to heal, I sent her a ray of love - from heart to heart.

  In my eyes the darkness disappeared. A ray of light erased it like a pencil on a paper. Then I put her to bed, covered warmly, turned on the TV staying on the channel Culture, where some symphony concert was - to soothe body and soul there's nothing better like classical music. I poured juice into a glass, brewed tea, brought on a tray.

  Mom really calmed down. She was drinking tea, listening to Vivaldi.

  - Thank you, my daughter, all is well. But you still warn me when delayed. You know, the time now is so restless; there are a lot of bad people.

  - Mom, I know. But now, in my opinion, it is much safer than it was, for example, even a century or two ago.

  - You would yet recall the Stone Age! If you're late - report!

  - You can call me yourself.

  - I called. Your phone did not answer.

  I completely forgot about the phone... I heard yesterday that it called, but did not pay attention.

  After a conversation with my mother I decided to go for a walk. I wanted to even more dive in thoughts about what was happening.

  I dressed warm, sat down on the trolleybus and went along the route without any specific purpose. Simple staying among people can be very enjoyable and fun pastime. Yet, we have a lot from animal of the social type. If you feel near the shoulder, even if unfamiliar - it gives peace of mind and confidence. We have created our own habitat and live in it. City – a fenced place... fenced in the first place from the wildlife. In the forests in fact also predators are found. And in a city they can’t eat us. Here we hunt at each other's...

  I was driving along the route, staring into a frozen window, looked at the snowbound Murmansk, its colorful houses, lanterns, diffusing the twilight of the polar night, at people hurrying for shopping or for other business or leisurely strolling, good that the weekend now and the weather got warmer.

  Then I looked using renewed eyesight and saw ... an ocean of energy. Energy is moving in energy. There is nothing except it. Everything sparkles, everything is sparkling. Shimmering waves. Each dense body is as the epicenter of a raging storm of light waves. Everyone, as a luminous cocoon. From these cocoons flows expire, and they returned to it again, or other flows, coming from other cocoons.

  Yes, exactly, we are all one. All are connected to all. We believe that everyone lives by itself. The reality is quite another. We are all constantly communicate with each other, exchanging energy flows. And it just happens, often without our knowledge. You have just thought about someone or something - and at once a mental whirlwind flew away on a given route.

  Not only transport has its predetermined path, but also our thoughts and feelings.

  I read so many times in books on Buddhism, that thought is material, but only now convinced of this on one hundred percent!

  Barriers, walls do not exist for mental streams. They penetrate anything.

  In front of me sat a couple in love. I admiringly watched the energetic fire that they created in the space around them. It was truly a tornado of love. Their bodies were close by. And the hearts and souls were so intertwined that they seem to have merged into a single unit. Here, certainly, everything is open and not hide anything. All their centers now operate together. They lightened the whole trolleybus by their auras. On other subtle levels and plans. However, part of this light penetrates into our physical world. And people are vaguely perceived that light. But to see it it’s need to be a clairvoyant. Now I become such, due to the influence of Oleg.

  Oleg...

  His name caused a flurry of memories in the minds. Was I in love with him? Probably, yes. I'm a young girl. And at the age of twenty-one all girls are looking for love. Knowingly and purposefully, or stupid and instinctively, but looking for anyway. And I was like everyone else. I wanted to find a couple, to find half of my heart, and if I’m lucky, and soul.

  I think I've found it, I thought. But did my half consider so?

  Oleg escapes human relations between the sexes. I felt it clearly. He does not care who is in front of him - a man or a woman ... He did not arrive here to breed - I chuckled to myself the absurdity of the idea. And he said that his body - it's just a shell created by the power of thought. Surely, they did not provide reproductive function. Although they can do this. They can do anything...

  Possible he deliberately chose a man's body - it is more convenient to use. Stronger, firmer, more stable, more energy.

  Female body - rather, it is elastic liana. It looks weak, but it climbs and clings to everything, just to live and raise children.

  But the female reproductive system ... This is a solid disaster. It’s more complex than male. And to be in a woman's body is not as convenient. All of these physiological functions cause a lot of inconvenience. Thinking of menstruation, I winced as a toothache. Premenstrual depression, days themselves - one and a half - two weeks of continuous discomfort. If I had my way, I would eliminate it all immediately. And we can reproduce without it; the majority of animals have not such monthly marathon.

  Having cope with a mental irritation I calmed down a bit, and again returned to thoughts of love and about Oleg.

  I was aware of that I was in love. And that my chosen is not a human. And that he does not welcome ordinary human relationships.

  What should I do? Nothing, I said to myself. You should not think about Oleg as a possible life partner. What do you want - to have children and live a quiet, well-fed, and a quiet life? Or to transform yourself internally and externally, to become a space wanderer, and to fly away with Oleg and his friends to travel in the universe? Think and choose the correct answer!

  Here is nothing to choose. Of course, the latter variant.

  So stop to see in your teacher the being of male sex.

  I read myself a homily. Possibly it helped.

  I slipped out of the trolleybus and went through the snowy city, thoughtfully measuring off step by step, street by street, along the snow-covered sidewalks. I obediently was passing icy, but carefully dusted by sand roads at intersections, hurrying to the green lights. I was diving into the side streets and again returned to the main streets and avenues.

  I walked and walked, gazing on the faces of earthlings lively by a frost and New Year's eve bustle, with whom I was floating together on this common spaceship - our planet.

  It seemed to me that I dissolve in this whirlwind of human eyes, cars and houses, getting their part, lose myself and find again. It was like a never-ending, ritual dance. I was a shaman of the 21st century. And the creaking steps in the snow, and the honking of cars and the rustle of their tires on the road, all of this together merged in my mind into a kind of urban tambourine, who called and led away into a trance to soar then and look into the soul of it all.

  Cities have souls. Every city, even the smallest. And it is in Murmansk. Very strong, majesti
c, a little austere, but at the same time intelligent, kind and sociable. And yet mysterious. What people live in the city, such is its inner self.

  And I merged with this soul, absorb it, and it did me. I was penetrating into the thoughts of the city and dissolved in it.

  And then suddenly inside me as if something had been turned on, and I passed to a new level of being. From head to toe I felt myself utterly alive. A frenetic power of love to all beings exploded in me. I felt the passage of time... and then it stopped...

  This was the Eternal Now, covering and permeating all around me and me with everything.

  So I learned to know the taste of life and love. And I did not want to part with them. This Ray of Divine Light pierced my heart and all most secret in me, and I became its faithful servant and its friend forever.

  So be it!

  Let the triumph of love will melt the ice of hate and enmity, constricting the Earth, and will arise to the meadows of hope and faith as the dew of happiness and joy!

  We are the children of the Earth, and it is time to revive our home, our planet frozen from lack of spiritual energy.

  All these thoughts were singing and ringing in my head while I was carried away on the wings of the light northern blizzard, whirling snowy sparkling dust.

  Suddenly a shadow flew past me, like a beautiful cloud. It flashed and disappeared around the bend. I mentally shouted:

  - Wait! Stay, a cloud! - And rushed after it.

  But turning the corner I saw nothing.

  What was it? - I was thinking.

  New, subtle vision of the world I have gained. But the ability to complete and accurate understanding of what I saw in me is not yet fully opened. To be precise - almost all had not yet opened.

  Well, I sighed inwardly, not all at once. Oleg said - you need to evolve gradually, otherwise the body will not sustain. Make haste slowly...

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