Chapter I Arch: WHO? WHERE? WHEN? HOW?

Nut and the soul stems

People do not understand how to get out of their mental forest. (…) You talk about mature decisions. In this forest, age has nothing to do with the human ability to make decisions. There is only experience. Even if a little child knows the way and can help you more than you can help yourself if you get lost. Under these circumstances, it would be better to say that the child is older than you. (…). We are all children before God. Life itself is a great school, and our exams will not end until we know who we really are.

Paramahansa Yogananda

Transcendence of the soul

Children inherit not only the appearance from their parents, but also their character. The environment plays a significant role, but the foundation from which a child's life begins is inherited from their ancestors.

Mahatma Gandhi, Autobiography

A tall nut whispered something in the slit of time.

And she, a little creature, sat quietly on the pier of stern life, because she didn't know how to speak, didn't know how to send a message. Silence in silence — the resonance of life vectors.

So crows cawed, so the wind blew leaves and carried them somewhere into the abyss.

Long-awaited anxieties of centuries mingled into a tangle in the boundaries of childish thinking. It seems that the craving palms will reach for the sky, for the boundaries of lightning, for the Princess, the castle… And then? Doesn't the soul understand that everything already exists, until the time when everything has already been, everything will still be.

And the crows caw, and the birds carry, swim, catch up with time.

To reach…, to go beyond, to jump over. That's how everything starts: to measure the access to the Almighty, to measure the voice cluster from within, which can resonate with the song of the ages. Prophets depict the nature of the soul, plans of freedom, or curses. It's not that easy. The flesh desires… Hands get weak, legs turn into wood, the tongue stutters, and the eyes fall silent with vigilant arrows. Electrodynamics. Zero plus minus results in plus. The body is a jug of talent. Or does the mistiness standard of the record of summons impose? The transcendent part reminds of the aggregate social unit, and the little body in it is just a screw. We all understand, if an element is lost in the mechanism — it needs to be replaced. Because the machine must be in motion. Today you are that screw, tomorrow I am, and then he will be… Just as you dance in the dawn summon of dreams, the sun opens its twelve Gates before the figure. And to pass them, oh how difficult it is.

The leafy walnut was buzzing something in the crown, the limbs of a titan were cracking with a crash, and the wind brought its speech to nature. It hurt in the heart and in the mind of the child. The soul cried out to its mother.

The child is nature, images, wagons. There's something a little unusual, inviting, cozy there because calmness makes the soul flutter. A small plea, a great attempt, small traces of great possibilities. Go and grow, in the dimension of time, go and forgive all those who are out of time. And the movements of the era are restrained. Don't listen, go!

The bough walnut was flickering something in the crown, the hands of the titan were cracking, and the wind brought its message to nature. It hurt in the heart and in the mind of the child. The soul cried out for its mother.

The black Peak on which the goddess Lada generously entwined wild grapes, and at the foot of the Ternoshor rock sanctuary, the smell of incense flourished, the periwinkle dreamily spread, the cuckoo cooed.

It's already summer. Soon the white tribe will disperse throughout the Carpathians. It will spread through vast spaces, traveling through worlds, small dolls of white clay — a dreamer's child — from the Atlantic to Transbaikalia. Because Ternoshor Lada has always given life to the world, blazing with the intergenerational spirirtual energy of the nation. The ancient world energy system nurtured life, directed it, brought it to fruition.

The first steps — a resistance to life, the second — hope for return, the third — smoke-covered in the trance of future, the fourth dictate the essence of the Almighty. The fifth opens a valley of desire. The sixth behind us is a sigh. The seventh is meant to sincerely rejoice for the stars, for the clear week, for the suites of the Supreme Gatekeeper.

I will paint the Eighth octave — bright, resonant, blue portal to the Universe. The Ninth will be lined with the power of Yuri — when the world rejoices, our faith, our excess achievements. The Tenth will call for a celebration on the tithe day, where commitment will help pay tribute: for time, for life, for the last hour. The Eleventh rings of freedom will sadly give your transformations. On your misfortune, the Taurus of faith will be imposed for years. Until the Twelfth gate opens to those who have skillfully passed from the First to the Seventh, and then managed to secure an exit to higher steps, higher, higher…

The infinity of nature

Sometimes you have to wait for centuries until, after the departure of some people from life, the new ones appear, who are capable of perfectly catching the flows left by the deceased.

Vladimir Vernadsky

The ripe height in the mist reaches the silent slope, and the child dreams and becomes more and more mature.

Infinity of epochs in the grips of the body. What did you want, what did you desire? The database closed itself from people. Now a non-measure grows in the inferno of deception a strange miracle, the same in all stages, up to the seventh degree of a small airplane. Yes, Nirvana is flying. Break through the obstacles, which means — find new ways, new obstacles. Go through the day, reach the horizon of Destiny, change the grounded view to a heavenly appearance. And then… Life, like clouds, sometimes gather high in the sky, then suddenly close with silver-gray mists. Clouds, you dream to be and beat with dotted arrows the space.