of creativity and freedom, a century of democracy of reasonable people – a century of peace, a century of creative recovery and inspiration. The century of world’s blossoming – century of sunrise.
He worked along with other people. Creativity for goodness became a symbol of the epoch. Virtue became a world star, the sincere love became the sun, tenderness became the drops of a rain irrigating the Earth, the purified human hearts - stars in a sky.
Wonderful epoch of sunrise and ascension …
Pictures emerged from his memory one after another and immediately rushed away into unknown lands.
Epochs and centuries, replacing each other. His life - his set of lives in this world, set of the ways, passed by him in different epochs. He was all of them … he was in many times.
Now, only now he has finally remembered it. He has remembered it at the long last - this memory of his ways was always with him, was in each new life, but only now he could feel and realize all immenseness of own life - and all its greatness. Lives in myriads of epochs, life in myriads of times. Myriads of lives in one of myriads of worlds.
How huge was his journey! How even longer and greater it can become! He has learnt much in this time - willpower in battles, determination and courage, fidelity and devotion, creativity as a life feat - all this became him. All this has grown and has assimilated in him.
He was in all - and all was in him. He was the creator, he, as well as others, was the creation of God – and was becoming his semblance.
The man has still stood for some time on his knees, listening to himself. This memory was with him - it always was with him. Now it was with him forever. He has already learnt much about himself and this world, but there is still even more left to discover. For his jouney– is a jouney in the immensity.
And then he stood up and with a confident gait has moved to an exit - and left a temple.
Has sighed deeply. So, this way has just begun – his work is awaiting him, his life is waiting for him. And let memory of this day never leave him - let it become the fire, guiding his way - a new journey in the transformed world.
So be it !
Messenger on the planet Earth
- A difficult journey awaits you. This planet balances on the verge – and its fate lies on the bowls of scales of Universe. Either life or destruction awaits it further. But they have to choose their path themselves. Each of them will make his own choice.
- What should I do, Master ?
- You will be one of the warriors who have come into their world. You will have to fight, to struggle with injustice, to be upset of their imperfection. But remember well – this world balances on the verge, and it’s prohibited to bring chaotic elements in it. You will have to aid them to understand their ways – to help those who have heard you find a path to their bright destiny, which has always been waiting and still waits for them. To awake those fallen asleep, to encourage those sad, to give new powers to those joyful for bringing of good. Remember, though, that you cannot revive dead ones – there is neither this, nor the other world for them.
You will be one of many other, who will be send to this world – you will meet them in our life. You can unite forces – it will be easier for you to travel together. You will easily recognize them – your sensitive heart will not deceive you. When the knowledge of wonderful possibilities of spirit will be brought to this world, when consequences of various spiritual impulses will become obvious – then the planet will transform – as it was predicted. But keep in mind that to achieve this purpose all of you will have to battle – to battle against ignorance and cruelty, which continue to overflow this planet. You will have to fight – including those who have heard you and those awakened. They will have to understand it.
- Do they have any idea in what time they are living and what should they do to not allow the destruction of their interstellar home ?
- No. Only singles know about that – either those sent by Us, or those who have come to Us willingly in the course of their spiritual searches. Others either wander in own illusions, or close themselves by walls of negation – and that is one more reason of why intervention is necessary.
- Is there is a name in the history of their world, which has been given to this planet’s stage, when the first signs of its approaching became obvious ?
- Yes. They call it – Armageddon.
- What’s the name of this planet ?
- Its inhabitants call it “The Earth”.
- I have understood, Master. I am ready to accept my Way.
- We will meet you when you return. Remember of Us, and remember of them. The planet must survive.
- I am ready.
- Into the journey, warrior !
A flash of radiant shining light. The luminous spirit, shrouded in its beams, like in a cover. Next instance – and new dazzling stream of light engulfs him – and he disappears in the light.
One last effort of a mother – and the child was born. A pair of caring hands have immediately picked him up, wrapped up in a bed-sheet and went to wash. Only several minutes have passed – and the child was brought back to his mother.
The woman with tear-stained and happy face cuddles the child, silently and tenderly whispering something under her nose…
- Have you already made up your mind on how we should name him ? We have to give a worthy name to our little son.
- Yes, I have though up a name. We will name him Christian.
- Interesting. Why have you chosen such a name for him ?
- I … I don’t know … it’s simply … it’s as if someone has suggested it to me. I like this name. Let’s name him Christian, all right ?
- All right. I believe it’s quite a good name. Let it be Christian.
- Hey, you there, coward ! Have your wetted your panties out of fear already ?! Come, come here, mother’s sonny ! Such an assistant, oh yeah ! She is my girl and you will not touch her ! She needs no aid from you ! Have you got me, huh ?!
And little boy was taken on breast and uplifted.
- Have you understood me or not, I ask you ?! Stop keeping silence, you goat !
One more jerk. A blow in a stomach. Waves of pain, dispersing through body and the impossibility to make even a single breath. A hand, ready to strike again …
