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

– Может, и встретила. Только Он так не считает, – вздохнула я.

– Мне кажется, ты только не обижайся, нет такого человека, который смог бы понять и вместить тебя в себе. Мужики у нас нынче – дохлые, слабые, ленивые. Они же лопнут от тебя! Чувствуют они, что ты – сильнее и выше их на голову, и обходят за версту.

– Иллюзия! Я – самая слабая женщина на свете.

– Смирись, дорогая! Чтобы так писать, как пишешь ты, тебе всё время должны делать больно. Со временем к боли привыкаешь, снижается порог чувствительности, поэтому тебе будут посылать новую боль, сильнее предыдущей, чтобы ты снова писала. Не жди ничего хорошего впереди. Лучше готовься к таким испытаниям, которые тебе даже в кошмарных снах не снились…

Я приехала к Учителю, который когда-то был обычным врачом, а потом стал настоящим Белым Магом.

– Вижу-вижу, что с тобой происходит, – сказал он, улыбаясь. – Как Он выглядит? Сколько Ему лет? Кто Он?

– Я ничего о Нём не знаю… И ничего не помню, – прошептала я.

– Всё же попробуй вспомнить. Представь то место, где вы впервые встретились.

Я посмотрела на белую стену напротив, попыталась сконцентрироваться. Внезапно воздух стал приобретать цвет и плотность, ещё чуть-чуть – и я смогла бы пощупать его руками. Он завибрировал, начал перемещаться в пространстве. Комната поплыла. Меня закружило по спирали. Стены, в отличие от воздуха, плотность теряли, становились туманными, растворяясь в Иной Реальности. Казалось, либо я сейчас окажусь в том месте, либо то место окажется здесь.

– Нет, я не могу, – выдохнула я от перенапряжения.

– Ты можешь всё!

Я снова попыталась сконцентрироваться, но теперь видела две тени на стене, как волны, бегущие навстречу друг другу, превращающиеся в единое целое, исчезающие и снова появляющиеся по разные стороны.

– СЕМЬ СЕКУНД! – удивлённо воскликнул Учитель.

Я вопросительно посмотрела на него.

– Схлопываетесь за семь секунд. Энергетикой. Вы очень похожи. Ты ещё Его увидишь. И не один раз.

The Man Who Was Not

We met by chance in a bookstore. When I say «by chance», it means absolutely not by chance, but completely purposefully, that is, in a way deliberately programmed by the Higher Forces, based on cause-and-effect relationships, the chain of which we are not able to calculate logically. I don’t believe in randomness.

Previously, books came to me through people. Random people I met instantly disappeared in an unknown direction, having managed to tell me only the title of the book that was worth reading and the name of its author. They voiced what was really necessary at that time. I learned to meet the right books directly, without intermediaries, a few years before, and since then they stopped sending me people who ran past rapidly in the Space of Options shouting out the titles of the books and the names of their wonderful authors. For example, when I was focused on a comparative analysis of the religions of our world, I went into a church shop and inexplicably, but immediately proceeded to the farthest dark corner, where on the bottom shelf of the rack, a single copy of something in a purple hardcover without any identifying marks, except for the price tag, was gathering dust. It was a photocopy of the comparative analysis of religions published on January 20, 1893, with the notes of someone who had read it in the 19

century.

That day, I was scanning the contents of the shelves in another bookstore, when He gave me a strange look and walked past, turning my life upside down. People often ask, «What is He like, this Man of yours, Who Was Not?», and I don’t know what to answer, because I always look not at…, but through. I didn’t see His face, didn’t pay attention to His clothes. I felt amazing energy going beyond the personal space. The energy of a person who was stronger than me and could…

Sometimes I see people as geometric figures. Try it, I’m sure there is nothing easier, and you will definitely succeed. Sooner or later. If you really want to and if you are allowed to see. On the one hand, it’s quite funny, because it’s a kind of game, on the other hand, it’s useful, as it helps in communicating with these people. Ordinary people can be squares, triangles, circles, rectangles and zigzags (lightning bolts). Oh, yes, such people do exist too, take my word for it. Who are you?

For example, one of my acquaintances is a rectangle, and moreover, a vampire – the most terrible combination, probably. No, her ears are quite ordinary, and her teeth don’t betray her true nature at all. She speaks for a very long time, slowly and monotonously, in the sweet voice of the Fox from the fairy tale about Pinocchio, enveloping the victim with words, asking a lot of tedious questions or, worse, crawling into the Soul with indecently frank questions, which answers she doesn’t need in principle, but it’s precisely the fact that you get irritated and waste energy by responding that brings the vampire into a state of euphoria. Even if I say that I’m very busy, she’ll say goodbye for another ten minutes, because she understands perfectly well that I won’t be able to hang up because of my basic good manners. So, one day she called me while I was in the bathroom. I politely apologized and promised to call back, but she clearly didn’t like my proposal. She asked where I actually was. I told the truth. Then she asked what I was doing there, and I had the imprudence to answer honestly, «I’m cleaning my aura of negativity.» What else do they actually do in the bathroom after a hard day at work? However, for my acquaintance, the answer became almost the discovery of America, and she bombarded me with questions, «Why are you doing this? Do you have problems? Maybe you can tell me about them now. How do you do this? What temperature is your water? Do you pin your hair up or should it be loose? What brand of soap do you use? What do you think will happen if you add a few pinches more of sea salt to your bath than the amount recommended by the manufacturers and indicated on the label? Are you dissatisfied with something? Probably, there is someone next to you?!» Since then, when she intends to call me, I find myself unavailable. For example, in the subway, where the connection is lost, or my phone suddenly runs out of charge.

However, there are also not quite ordinary people. I see them as three-dimensional, complex-composite, in each of them there are simultaneously several figures nested within one another or intersecting in space. For example, I am a pyramid inside a sphere, which is pierced from top to bottom and exactly in the center by lightning, that goes beyond the scope of the sphere. I became such figure over time, being a triangle from birth, I turned into a pyramid, overgrew with a sphere, and was struck by lightning in the end.

Looking at the Man Who Was Not with a different vision, I immediately realized that He was a complex figure too – lightning inside a sphere located inside a cube. I needed him in order to remain on Earth. In the last period, each facet of life, one after another, suddenly collapsed, pinning me in a corner, cutting off oxygen, curling up like a snake loop around my neck. Standing on the edge of the Void, I was looking for a Door to Another, unknown to me Reality, but on the same earthly plane, so as not to disappear into the Other World until the hour of my next incarnation.

I felt lonely and wanted to talk with a person like me, at least similar to me, in our common language, inaccessible to others. I thought about Nonna, a famous clairvoyant, winner of the «Battle of Psychics» on TNT.

I wanted to meet her, but I had no idea where she lived in our huge world. Sighing heavily from an unrealizable dream, I went into a cafe next to my house to enjoy a t?te-?-t?te with coffee at least, but at the next table by the window I found… Nonna.

«Hello!» I exclaimed in shock. «You are Nonna, I know! I need you.»

«What for? Is there anything I can do to help you?» She was surprised, because she always felt who she could help and who she couldn’t.

«I just want to talk to you.»

«Okay, sit down,» Nonna sighed with relief. «Sorry, I’m exhausted, a vampire has just called me.»

We looked at each other in silence for a while, then Nonna started spoking,

«You’re completely in a web. Torn between mother and son, you cannot combine them in this life. I see blood, a lot of blood, you are dead, just like me. You are one of us, you were There and opened the Door.»

I didn’t tell Nonna what «web» meant. Spiders were the most terrible phenomenon for me in the Earthly Reality. I delved into myself for a long time to find an anchoring point, realizing that the reason belonged to the current incarnation, since in my early childhood I hadn’t been afraid of spiders. Not getting to the bottom of the truth, I turned for help to Gera, one of my Teachers. She asked me leading questions, and I answered without hearing my own answers.

«Why are you afraid of a spider?»

«It’s scary.»

«Why? It’s so small and defenseless.»

I burst into a terrible laugh,

«Defenseless? It’s huge and omnipotent!»

«What can it do to you?»

«It will kill me!»

«Imagine that you take it and put it in a box.»

«I can’t even look at it from the outside and imagine it. How can I take it with my hands?» I shuddered.

«Okay, I take it and put it in a box. In a gift box. I tie it with a ribbon and a bow. What is this box like?»

«It’s red. With black ribbons,» I answered automatically.

«Let’s make a fire. Look, I’m throwing the box into the fire. It’s burning…»

«It will never be burnt!» I screamed. «It’s immortal! Eternal! It was, it is and it will be! It never dies! Look, the box has burned down, but it’s alive! It’s crawling out of the fire!»

Gera sighed heavily. I almost cried. We parted on nothing, however, after walking about ten meters down the street, I stopped dead in my tracks because of an instant insight, a fragment from childhood that suddenly flashed before my eyes.

I was twelve. We were at our cottage. Sunday. Mom said that she felt really bad, that shouldn’t happen after the surgery, she urgently needed to return home to the city to call an ambulance. We were sitting on the bench under an apple tree. I kept silent. It was starting to rain. I felt that the several options for the future existed the day before abruptly collapsed into the only one – Death. I refused to believe it consciously and, as a result, I sent the terrible thought of Death to the Black Box of the Subconscious. And for a long, long time, almost until my mother’s transition to Another Reality, I would think that she would definitely recover sooner or later. I understood that I was about to weep. Not to upset my mother, I ran, «escaping the rain,» to the barn in the farthest corner of the garden, where my friend, the little White Rabbit, lived. It was raining. I ran very fast, weeping, biting my lips just not to scream in despair. Having pulled the door towards me with all my strength, I buried my nose in the center of a huge web, neatly woven along the width of the doorway. A huge fat black spider with a large cross on its back sat right in front of me, and I screamed, «MA-A-MAAAAAAA!!!…»

We talked with Nonna for a long time and even laughed at the ways the Knowledge used to come to us. She told me how my father had died. Then we opened our palms and held them opposite each other until Nonna said,

«You’re pushing, pressing hard! What a strong energy you have! I can’t stand that, put your hands away, put them away.»