«I want to be an ordinary woman who is loved just because she exists. I have always loved, giving everything I had and asking for nothing in return, but no one has ever loved me. Besides, I didn’t choose Another Reality!»
«It’s not chosen. It chooses who it deems appropriate, without asking our opinion. It chose you. This is your Path.»
I returned home, where I was always welcomed by various magical attributes. For example, a magic ball, which I had found in the most ordinary – mystical – way on Lake Baikal.
I happened there in November at minus 20. Baikal used to freeze in January, so in the evenings I sat on the seashore (I saw it as a sea, not a lake) and saw off the Sun. It was cold, but I took off my glove and held out my hand to it. The left one, hypersensitive. Huge waves of heat poured into me, and my hand didn’t freeze at all.
One day a bird flew up to me. Whirling around right in front of my face, it whispered something, but I didn’t understand what exactly. When the Sun disappeared into the sea, I went to a mini-market where locals used to buy fish. I entered the souvenir shop and got surrounded by an uncountable number of stones in various shapes. I walked up to a display window and stopped.
«Can I help you?» the saleswoman asked.
I looked through, falling in Another Reality,
«I need a stone. A ball. Like a globe. You can see water and lands on it. As if you are looking from above, from the height of an airplane, flying towards the Earth. I don’t know how to explain it to you.»
«Wow!» the saleswomen exclaimed in unison and looked at each other enigmatically.
One of them reached into the tray under the very display window where I was standing, took out something wrapped in paper and, taking it off, reverently held out a ball in her palm. It was that stone!
«Locals come to admire it,» the saleswoman said proudly. «An extremely rare stone. Many even believe that it doesn’t exist in nature, but look, we have a book about stones. Read about it. «A rare natural stone of indigo color found interspersed in malachite, stimulates the work of the Third Eye. In Ancient Egypt, it was considered magical, opening the way to Eternity, and in India – the one leading the owner to the highest levels of energy and spaces.»
In that dream, I tried to reach the Higher Spheres, where the Music of the Spheres sounded. At first, there were the usual spiral, noise or even a hum there, an invisible Force lifting you up the Flow, which resembled a pipe, at a tremendous speed. Someone was nearby. Invisibly. During the first trial, I was stuck in the Lower Astral, but I really wanted to hear what that Music was like. Thus, rising higher and higher in the same Flow, I began to catch magical sounds at some point. The speed decreased, everything around was filled with Light, muffled and bright at the same time, and all that Light was permeated with Music. I heard It quite distinctly. I hovered in space, enjoying the sounds.
I smiled – I reached it.
3. Магия Слова
Я нашла Его – Человека, Которого Не Было. Спустя много-много месяцев. В тот день, чтобы нам всё-таки встретиться, мне пришлось в очередной раз прибегнуть к опасному приёму работы со Временем и Пространством, который я использую крайне редко – в критических ситуациях, то есть когда недостижение результата грозит катастрофой. Не знаю, как объяснить, что при этом происходит, даже в терминах Иной Реальности: всего за несколько минут преодолевается огромное расстояние, обычно во время перемещения в пространстве я закрываю глаза, а на часы смотрю только по прибытии. Мы встретились. Я не хотела рассказывать Ему о том, почему, но сказала, что… Терять нечего. Он был прохладно-удивлён. Я боялась, что больше никогда Его не увижу.