Back Home, Into The Sky!

AWESOME NIGHT

  Somewhere at eight in the evening we returned to the camp. And before this we still a little wandered along the shore. The sun had already begun its descent, and everything started to become scarlet. Although these magenta shades were not as pronounced as we have in the north - the angle of incidence is entirely different.

  - We are waiting for the rest? – Maria half affirmatively asked, - I will go and prepare the table.

  - We can help – we with my mom volunteered in unison.

  We set the table in the central hut. It was served with beautiful plates in old style, with a yellow-black pattern. Elegant stemware in a modern style were in harmony with them. Pitchers with juices lined up in the middle of the table. Orange, yellow, green, red. But red - it is certainly not tomato. I took a droplet from the edge on the finger and licked. How delicious! But what is it, I did not understand.

  Maria added another three plates with a variety of fruits. More she did not cook.

  Mom fussed:

  - And meat, and potatoes, and soup? Is not that going to be?

  - We are not fans of that kind of food - our companion smiled.

  - And what do you eat? Is it enough fruit? – Mom was either distressed, or indignant.

  - But were you gorged at lunch?

  - Yes, but all the same... you can not so... – It was hard to convince my mom. Logic has not acted on her.

  - I promise. For you we will find your favorite dishes.

  Maria suddenly stopped talking and paused, as if listening to something.

  - They are flying.

  And she briskly walked outside. We hurried after her.

  And I was lucky to see a truly remarkable sight. The darkening air above the palm trees swayed and shivered. And then in the sky there arose a shining swirl, portal. The gate to nowhere. Then the air became denser, and human figures started to emerge from it. Them was much, probably more than ten. Mom even gasped from amazement. In all her life she had seen the same only in science fiction films. Unlike her, I watched this the third time. However, now not one was born but a whole group. I counted 12 people - 5 women and 7 men. Oleg was not among them. Busy?

  Dozen smoothly landed on the grass. The joyful greeting was followed, warm hugs and kisses. I and my mom were also involved in this maelstrom of love.

  What a happy family they have here!

  All arrivals were young and beautiful. Not young, but rather entered in the best years of their lives, when the body responds to all movements of the soul. All were glowing health and freshness. However, could I actually imagine their real age? After all, they just appeared out of the air. Usually people do not travel by such way...

  Three men wore long hair, and two girls - short haircuts. They did clearly not conform to classical canons of appearance, and it pleased me. Long hair for men and hairstyles for women - it's always a sign of greater spiritual freedom than at others. To go against society's standards - this requires inner strength.

  All arrivals did not go to brush the hair, change clothes, as it’s common in humans. Instead, all headed to the central hut, conversing along the way.

  Outside it was quickly darkened. The closer to the equator, the faster the night follows evening. For the northern human this effect was particularly noticeable. Night literally fell on me. I lingered a little under a starry sky. So clear and transparent that it seemed I could see the entire universe through. Luminous points flashed over the ocean. Falling meteorites sometimes drew bright way in the sky. Pleasant sea breeze blew across. I wonder what the future is waiting for me? Who are these friends of Oleg? Whoever they were, I felt no fear, and therefore, it was okay. I trusted Oleg since the very first meeting. I just believed and all.

  Maria looked out of the hut. I was dreaming under the night sky and lost track of time.

  - We are waiting. We will not start without you.

  I gladly followed the new friend. I wanted to know all better.

  When I entered, all were sitting at the table, which recently was set.

  How do they do it? Outside the hut looks quite small, and when you enter, as if you find yourself in a spacious room. What's this? Playing with spatial coordinates? Magic? Black or white? I was sure that the white, otherwise, why I was so calm.

  Fourteen people with Maria and my mother comfortably rest in wicker chairs around the table. There was a usual conversation, but without discussing any specific themes. All just were relaxing. The group of amazing strangers.

  Mom talked enthusiastically about something in English with a brawny, bearded giant with a good-natured smile. He looked like a St. Bernard dog, a large and good-natured. Externally – a racy look of invincible Viking. Mom next to him looked like a tiny bird.

  As soon as I walked in, I felt waves of joy and love. Despite of reduced by dense body psychic abilities I did not feel false. Auras of all resembled rhinestones.

  Maria offered me a chair.

  I sat in it and poured a glass of red juice with unknown taste. Then I began to further explore the faces of my new friends. Upon closer inspection I realized that most of them are beautiful. I have not found in two or three faces the correct classical features. But the overall charisma of their appearance made a small incorrectness of their faces rather piquancy than a disadvantage. What unites all, it was the inner light emanating from somewhere in the depths, and making them unimaginably beautiful.

  How did this happen? What made them glow?

  None of them looked at me intently. Although if and watched, I noticed a striking poignancy of their views. Like X-ray shone through. Surely, they knew this peculiarity, and sparing me, did not abuse their power.

  I from my side caught myself that I viewed them as a curious little child. But this did not bother them. From warmth of waves emanating from them, I just forgot where I was and began to dissolve in the atmosphere of this wonderful place.

  Electricity was not in the hut. Instead everywhere stood lighted candles. Flame was smooth and quiet, not swayed and trembled. A good sign!

  - Mom, how do you like here?

  - Miraculously, my daughter! It is a pity there is no father. I will tell him later. Suddenly he will believe... But he is such a skeptic. Nastya, this is Matthias.

  Viking warmly smiled at me. Norwegian, maybe…

  - Yes. But I haven’t been home for a long time. Soon I will forget the language – and a kind smile.

  As I presumed - reads thoughts.

  Left of Matthias was located in the chair a very beautiful girl with golden curls.

  - Andrea - she introduced herself - an archaeologist from Australia, in combination with the main activity.

  What kind of activity she did not specify. Maybe salvation of the world?

  Further around the circle next to Andrea, sat refined brunette, whose intelligent and insightful look told me that in front of me a connoisseur of human psychology. Surely, a Frenchman. And I was right.

  - Philip. Nice to meet you. You are charming, Mademoiselle!

  Next to him an Asian lean, high cheek-bones face and slanting eyes. Beautiful, even from the point of view of Europeans. Japanese, Chinese?

  - Korean - he corrected my thoughts and smiled. - Hwan. This mean bright, shining. Do you like it?

  - Of course.

  - Your soul is now full of joy and love. You look like a flower. Can I give you a Korean name?

  - Please.

  - I'll call you Choon-Hee. This means spring girl...

  I began to repeat a new name. Choon-Hee. Choon-Hee. How beautiful! It’s long overdue to take a second name.

  A chocolate girl was looking at me.

  - Genat. I am Ethiopian, but I was born in Europe. Genat means "heaven". Do you want I also give you a name?

  - Yes, very much.

  - I'll name you Lebna. Heart and spirit.

  I have three names!

  - What kind of game in names? - Chimed in the conversation the neighbor of Genat, a h
andsome young man with freckles and ashen hair.

  - Do not pay attention. This is Thomas. He's the most rectilinear.

  - Yes, that's right. Although I prefer the word "truthful". The truth is a shield. If you do not lie, you do not afraid that deception will be revealed. And if you are not afraid, then nobody can win you. I am an engineer from London. Science involves a high degree of truthfulness. If you're not sincere in the calculations, the bridge or the house will fall down on your head. Is not it?

  - Thomas, you would be silent with respect to the calculations. - Inserted my neighbor, blond with large and regular features. - I saw your last jobs. They are worthless. Fall apart at the first strong wind. To me, as an architect, you can believe. In Germany so do not build.

  - Thomas, Jacob, what’s with you went today? - Decided to reassure the disputants a beautiful brunette with Mediterranean facial features, to the right of Maria.

  - This is Simone - Maria whispered, - brave. Italians are all such. Whom do you want, put in place.

  - You've got the whole world here! - I exclaimed.

  All nodded joyfully.

  - We have an international team - continued the theme a fair-haired young man with soft Slavic features. - Tadeash - he introduced himself.

  All my interlocutors spoke in English and in Russian. Perhaps due to us with mother, so that we could understand them freely. I was guessing that they all possessed by telepathy. And that without us here, they would have long ago switched to the internal dialogue. How well was without a body, I thought nostalgically remembering the ease, with which during night flying I penetrated into the consciousnesses. Now my abilities were greatly weakened. I felt myself like a bird with clipped wings. Really will it be now so? And I can feel the freedom fully only in the state of sleep?

  I noticed that everyone fell silent and looked at me. In these views was the understanding of my feelings.

  - Nastya, do not worry – said with a bass a young man of athletic build with curly blond vortices and gray-blue eyes. Blush burned on his cheeks. Such good fellows can often be found in the vast of Siberia. – The fact that you are here with us is not by chance. By the way, you have guessed, I'm from Novosibirsk. Peter.

  Conversations resumed at the table. It sounded words of the language, which is not possible to confuse with others. Like hissing surf rolls the pebbles on the shore. Spanish speech.

  Two - girl and guy - both were hot, temperamental, beautiful, and swarthy. They argued about something sitting opposite.

  - Matteo assures me that he has in his family Russian roots. And all because he allegedly can drink a liter of vodka and did not even get drunk because his body can easily neutralize it. - The swarthy girl quickly chattered.

  - It does not prove anything - with feigned indignation argued Peter - a liter of vodka for a true Russian - it's just to start a conversation. Organism of Russian does not feel such a tiny amount. Well, Matteo, you are such liar. One day in the village a bull ran after me. But I do not say, that took part in the bullfight.

  - Are you from Spain? - I asked.

  - He. I am Argentinian. Bartolomea.

  - What an unusual name!

  - For Russian, yes. You can call me simply - Tola.

  - Anastasia. You can call me simply - Nastya.

  We in unison giggled.

  So we sat and talked in the nice warm December evening. Listening to the chirping of nocturnal insects, the cries of unfamiliar birds. From a distance came the faint hum of the sea. But over all these sounds inner silence reigned. The night dissolved us, and we gladly obeyed.

  I could feel the beauty of the souls of these people. Their hearts were open. They did not produce false music. Here really lived love.

  My friends somehow did not eat anything. Plates and glasses were full just in front of me and my mom. And my mom did not refuse. She missed the fruit, I thought. And I just wanted to drink. And juice proved sufficient. Unknown tropical fruit were nicely refreshing.

  - Maria - I've been asked a question tormented me - you are not from Earth?

  - No, we are from the Earth.

  - You materialize out of the air, do not eat, read thoughts. People can’t do this.

  - They can’t, because they do not want.

  - I want but I can’t.

  - Not yet, but your ability are developing very quickly, and soon you too can.

  - Slowly.

  - Don’t hurry, it's dangerous.

  - Oleg said the same thing.

  - Here you see.

  - So, who are you?

  - We are the ones who won the right to a little more light, and we now serve as its canals.

  - Are you people?

  - Yes and no. No, because we have a little of human passions.

  - But why we need to exempt from human?

  - In humans there are too much of what heaven will not accept - intervened in the conversation evidently sympathizing to me Peter.

  - But after all it has created us…

  - No, it is also created - joined Genat.

  - By whom?

  The question hung in the air. It seems that this topic was interested for my friends as for me. How, then, with Oleg, I felt that their knowledge was not absolute.

  Hwan continued instead all:

  - We call this Something God. Heaven and Earth are parts of God. We are now on the Earth. And to ascend to Heaven, we must be cleansed from the old behavior programs. Anger, wrath, envy and other things. This is a difficult theme, in two words we can’t explain.

  I proceeded to ask:

  - How long have you been together?

  - We have known each other for millennia - said Simone.

  I nearly choked.

  - Millennia? And you remember all this?

  - And why not? - Said Matthias. - We have been associated in different lives, I remember them, - and smiled.

  - You remind me someone very. But I still do not understand whom...

  Maria smiled enigmatically. At once several of my interlocutors shot at me with piercing looks. But no one did not explain anything. It seems that their plan was to stimulate by their silence my intuition.

  Well, let's play a journalist, I decided.

  - And you know Oleg also thousands of years?

  - More specifically, he knows us. When he was transformed and reached the level of magician, we are still on the trees swayed - ironically said Thomas.

  Through the laughter I continued:

  - But if seriously?

  - But this and is - seriously...

  - Thomas, you’re a clown.

  - Jacob, you're a downer.

  - And have you the leader? - I was not appeased.

  - Yes.

  - Who is he? Or is she? Someone of you?

  - No, he had not yet arrived.

  I'll probably continue my questions. But then my mother asked:

  - Masha, would you find some bread? I have not gorge.

  Maria wanted to get up, but then Matthias performed a miracle. He waved by a hand. And here. Voila! Before her there was a dish of fried potatoes.

  - Thank you, son! - Mom smiled gratefully.

  But that was not all.

  Andrea out of nothing put on the table a large plate of hot dumplings with sour cream.

  - Oh, why to me so much? – mom became agitated.

  However, it seems it was just a warm-up. As soon as my mother started the meal, the rest of the magicians, competing in the culinary air-creation, filled the table by delicacies from around the world.

  When my mother finished dinner, we decided to take a walk. Cicadas were singing at warm night. Pleasant breeze blew. The sea obediently lay at our feet like a wild beast of incredible power, reminding about itself only by dimensional sleepy murmur. Mesmerized by the beauty of the landscape, we inadvertently lined up along the shore, and looked and looked, as if eager to count up all the whitecaps of rolling waves.

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; Simon remembered that once upon a time she spent a lot of time in Indian ashrams. And at the same moment near to us we heard the not loud roar. All turned around. A black as surrounding night panther was lying on the sand, lazily playing its tail. The impersonation of power and strength. The amber eyes looked at us.

  - Simone, is it yours? – Maria appreciated the skill of friend. She approached the cat, sat down and put her hand on its head. The panther fairly purred, turned on its back and started to somersault like a playful kitten. It seems, the palm of the girl emitted some kind of energy, which was liked by the beast.

  - What have you done to it? - said Philip.

  - I pretend that I’m her mother.

  Suddenly in the air firework exploded by thousands of colored lights. Iridescent shades reflected by sea waves. By concentration, quiet smile and hand movements of Peter, out of which were flying each sheaf of sparks, I realized that it was his work. I walked up closer to him.

  - How do you do this?

  - It is very easy. You just have to imagine that you are a firework. Imagine that at this moment in the universe exits just you and it. Then the concentrated energy of my thoughts will take the conceived shape.

  - Something tells me that it's not so easy!

  - Believe me, it is a prank as compared to the capabilities of our Master.

  - This is my second time I've heard about your Master.

  - And you'll see him! He promised to return today.

  Again, this mysterious Master.

  Meanwhile, in the sky flashed a new series of lights. And suddenly there was a wonderful metamorphosis with every sparkle. It has evolved into a beautiful glowing butterfly with enormous wings. These magical creatures were flying round dance to the shore and covered us like snow. I reached out a hand – a beauty with blue wings, woven by light smoothly sat on it. They shone in the night with thousands of tiny sapphires. Butterfly played its wings, and it was incredible! Since my childhood I wanted to hold on the hand such miracle.

  Two butterflies sat on the head of Peter and on his shoulder - red and purple.

  Who was the magician? It looked like a female magic.

  - Tadeash, very cute.

  Female magic?.. Oops…

  At this moment butterflies, as a whole one, fluttered up into the sky.

  - Whither they are they gone?

  - The creation lives as much of it thinks its creator. Or you can do it a self-supported, but it is more complicated.

  I watched how the butterflies melt into the sky. My eyes found on the horizon the moon. And then next to it there appeared a second. A bright spot. And from it was the road on the water. All stopped.

  - Maria, what is it?

  - He returned!

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