Back Home, Into The Sky!

  PENDING

  The next day, internally reliving the incident the day before, I could not concentrate in class. I do not really want to sit today at lectures and tutorials. I love to acquire knowledge, but impressions of the past day were too much strong. Something was calling me and beckoned somewhere far away from everyday life.

  I skipped the last classes. I drove by a trolleybus and got off on the Five Corners. I went still a little, passed a traffic light, and then walked in a cafe Youth.

  Here I will eat and will start thinking about everything that excites me so, I decided. And after that I went to the Regional Library and sat somewhere in silence, in the reading room.

  A library has always been for me a bit of the Temple. Its halls filled with books and thoughtful readers, soft carpets and polite librarians, speaking in a low voice or whisper - all this relaxes and adjusts to the meditative mood.

  I took the Rose of Peace Daniel Andreev and settled at a table near the large, panoramic windows overlooking the evening Murmansk.

  I love serious books that can help you to understand the underside of the world. A blank fiction sometimes conjures up on me the longing and yawn. Now I just really wanted to dive into something that can push on the desired thoughts.

  Who was my night visitor? A stranger of another worlds or a deity descended from heaven? I needed clues and confirms for my assumptions. But I know nothing precise and specific about him. He could not die. He could not, I told myself. Maybe he just lost consciousness and is now in hospital.

  I could not sit and wait. I wanted to act. I wanted events. A continuation. A start was too great and hopefully. And this is the end?

  I again began flipping book. It embarrassed me, intrigued and charmed at the same time. Is our everyday world is not the same as it seems? Is our human consciousness is so limited that we do not see anything around? And the universe is actually inhabited by a variety of creatures, invisible gaze, but no less real.

  Lovely parents usually take care that their children have less contact with the blackness of the world. And only over the years children suddenly find that the world is not as soft and fluffy as they thought. It is filled with sharp thorns and spines, which at every opportunity strive to injure deeper - well, if only the body, and if the Soul?

  I have emerged from childhood, and not once faced with the pain - physical and moral. Not so often to get depressed, but not so rare to forget about the imperfections of our world.

  Sure, I already internally understood that around us there is an invisible war between Light and Darkness. Good fights against evil. I could feel it. This battle was in every human being. And in me too it was fought. Every day of every month of every year. This war is exhausting, but we can get away from it nowhere. If you born on Earth - fight.

  I was still too young. Maybe I just did not realize the scale of what is happening.

  Having read a little more about the Sinclair of the World, elementals, demons, Witzraors, zatomis and transcendental reality, I finally closed the book. Fascination by this kind of literature began at me from school. And not just by this literature, but any work of art, giving enlightenment. I have not found the answers to all my questions, but have felt myself stronger.

  I remembered the thin teenager with red backpack feeling cold on the bus stop last night, and by will of the crowd almost run over by a trolleybus. Or by another will? Maybe the crowd - it's just a blind instrument of someone's dark intentions? But who or what could wish evil for just a boy so much that tried to kill him. And, by other hands. Or rather, by other legs ... to push under the wheels. Do demons and devils described in the book of Daniel Andreev really exist? And can they inspire and influence with such force? All holy books about this and only says - the Bible, the Koran, the Vedas. There are constantly mentioned spirits - good and evil. The names are different, but the essence is. Or rather two - evil and good.

  The boy annoys them by something, since they decided on such thing ... He prevented them by something very strongly, since they went on such. They would not be interested in ordinary, weak people. So, he carries for them a potential threat.

  I would probably be sitting for a long time, thinking about the boy, and trying to find his trail in the world of my intuition. However, librarians began to pass halls and proclaim the imminent closure. It was too late. Time to go home.

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