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A DREAM
I stood at the bus stop near the stairs leading to my house.
It was a night city. An empty night city.
It was Murmansk, and at the same time it was not it. It seemed to add another dimensions. There were depth and height that were not perceived in the daytime by consciousness in full force.
People were, but somewhere in the houses - in this sleep they did not disturb.
The town itself was lively - full of life. Invisible life. It was felt everywhere and in everything. In sidewalks, buildings, roads and pillars. The atmosphere itself was permeated by the air energy vortexes. They swept past me and through me.
It was magic scattered everywhere.
I felt a joy and blissful peace.
Like I have returned home. But not home to my apartment, but somewhere in a place which is my true home. I looked up into the night sky. It was jet black, and ragged grayish clouds scudded across it. Distant stars sparkled in discontinuities between them.
Suddenly, somewhere high up, I saw a bright spot of light. Much brighter than the moon.
Suddenly a ray of light moved from this spot to me. It was iridescent and shimmering.
I just stood there and watched. I had no fear; on the contrary, there was a sense of something beautiful that was closer and closer to me. I gazed at this road of light. And then I clearly discerned somewhere a shape, moving, coming down.
A figure was rapidly approaching. It was a man. He was not walking, and flying. He was soaring like a bird, descending down to me. As if this ray was carrying him down, and he stood on it motionlessly. His face lit by a kind smile. Last meters and, behold, he was already on the ground next to me.
- Hello!
Sleeps erase many conventions. In life, we were not familiar with.
- Who are you?
- I came to you.
- Am I calling you?
He approached me, touched reassuringly my head - I saw, his hands glowed!
After his touch, I felt that my mind somehow was enlightened, as if the rain washes dirt from windows. I was surprised and delighted.
Then he took my arm and we walked slowly along the avenue.
- Do not jump to conclusions. This is just a sleep, though pythonic. The fact that he pythonic, you will be convinced ... with time. And all this is not as easy as you may think.
- This sleep... it's so real! I see such first time! And I do understand that this is a sleep. After all am I sleeping?
- Yes, you're sleeping. But what is a sleep? Separation of consciousness from the body. You're sleeping now - free from the constraints of the biological spacesuit. He smiled. - So I call our dense conductors.
- Who are you?
- I came because you called.
- I do not remember that I called you ...
- You prayed, waited for a miracle, was looking for. Your call has been very strong and powerful compared the general mass of people. Your willingness is obvious. I have come to call, and I will help you find answers to your questions. About who I am and where from you will learn with time. In matters of disclosure of consciousness we do not have to hurry.
- I prayed to God. Are you God?
- Yes and no. We all are Its particles. God - is a human concept. But I want to help you cross the human frontiers.
- You're not a human ... Well, of course, people can’t this.
- Yeah, I'm not a human. And who I am I will talk about later. All you need you will know.
And then our night walk suddenly changed. The Master took me by the arm and pulled up. We left the ground and flew. As birds we flitted over the road, houses, and slid into the night sky.
How well! It is not scary to fly. Frost is not felt, and the wind is nicely blowing the face.
I did not know how it all worked. I did not understand a thousandth part of what was happening with me. Just as a child, dutifully listened and rejoiced.
I understood that I enter into some new and uncharted area of life.
Then I felt that emerges from sleep.
And the last thing that accompanied me into the light of the day was the words of my mysterious new friend:
- We'll meet ... Await me ...
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