PRESENTIMENT OF CHANGES
All day I walked in the beloved city. I tested a new vision, stopping for a snack and warm up in a cafe. People and places so familiar earlier now seemed to me new and unusual. Why I had not noticed that they are so strange? I never paid attention to the details, did not see the whole picture. I lived before in a half of force, and now breathed deeply and straightened the shoulders, rather, invisible wings. Not quite straightened, but at least felt their presence.
And the world has blossomed! It was quite different! Around me brothers and sisters, as various books of wisdom teach, and we are all united by some common purpose.
But what is this purpose?
I know one thing for sure – Oleg knows this goal. I'll ask him when will meet again.
- Or maybe you should not be a spiritual panhandler? – A meticulous conscience teased me, - maybe you can understand by yourself?
- Uh, no, - I answer to it - probably I can’t, at least for now. It is too hard for me.
I'm not a magician, and just learning...
- Over time you will be able everything.
My conscience was a much more confident lady, than myself.
How long have I wandered the streets I do not remember exactly. All day long, in my opinion. Although “day” is a very conditional notion during the polar night? Only a name. Somewhere from 12 hours to three the horizon turns red, and the whole sky anxiously blazes. But we do not speak about the Sun. It is there, under the line connecting heaven and earth, and called the horizon. It will appear only in January. The Celebration of the Sun will be. And only then all arctic residents - people, animals and plants - feel themselves a little closer to the summer.
And now, in December, on the eve of Christmas and New Year, we can only dream about it!
Shops - like colorful holiday cards. On the shelves and in the windows there is a kaleidoscope.
Gypsies crowd at the entrance to the “Wave”. Gipsy children, as expected, are begging:
- Auntie, give me money!
- Well, take...
- And me!
- And you - take.
- And me ... and me ... and me.
- Oh, many more as ye!
- I will tell fortunes, beauty, half-price... will tell the truth ... about the fate… what husband will be...
- Do not, Gipsy, I now can tell the future myself. For example, your husband drinks, and after half a year a baby is born. A girl. Beautiful, just like you.
A gypsy was struck dumb and looked at me with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. I got to a point, because it was easy to find this information in her aura. It was all of the different colors and in the light and dark spots. Gypsies usually like to tell fortune of others, but rarely see their own fate. Especially, they do not expect such abilities from the surrounding people of other nationalities.
A prophetess, whose ancestors came from India, looked at me, stood for a while and moved on.
At the traffic light old man with a cane, was running late for the green light.
- Grandpa, I will help you, let's go!
- Thank you, granddaughter! These cars... and my legs do not go...
- Not at all! I wish you health!
- And you, my dear! And I abuse still the youth that heartless...
I cleaned a darkened spot in his aura, whipped up darned several holes. His kidneys and joints particularly affected. He will be surprised today when you do not feel the usual pain!
Two grandmothers-girlfriends in headscarves over 70 years hobbled past me.
I also helped them. Let they believe in miracles of healing before Christmas...
How nice to be like Jesus. I can heal a little, read thoughts. What will happen next? I'll go over the water of Semenovsky Lake? You can laugh, but I wanted this very much! I wanted to stop being ordinary, normal girl who dreams of a promising marriage and a house like a full cup. On the contrary, I longed to be an unusual and abnormal, fly, heal, resurrect, walk on water and turn one into the other, not necessarily the water into wine, I do not really like alcohol. How much do I have to learn, of course, if such training is included in the plans of Oleg and his friends? Maybe not in this life...
Towards evening, as promised, I called my mother, reassured down. I said I'll be back soon.
And I did not disappoint - in half an hour came. The time was about nine in the evening.
Mom was sewing a dress for the New Year in front of TV.
- All is well, my daughter? Did you save the world?
- Not yet, Mom, but be sure I’ll save.