- I … just … just … don’t know … what to answer …, - Ivan mumbled.
- Don’t worry about it, - answered the Voice. – I can read minds. I have been watching you from your very birth … as well as many others. You desired to find me – and so now you are here. What is that you want to tell Me ?
- So, are you really the Most Powerful One ?
- Yes, - the Voice answered softly. – The First And The Last. The Beginning And The Ending. I am the One whom you call the Maker.
- So, you are really ..., - and Ivan stopped short. – Well, certainly ! How could I forget about it !
- Yes, - the Voice answered. – I truly exist. But many of your kind have forgotten and ceased to search for Me.
- To search where ? – Ivan asked shy.
- Inside and outside. I am inside and outside. All these worlds are Mine, and parts of Me are living inside you. I have once given you particles of Myself so that one day you can become similar to Me …
- So that people become similar to God ?
- Such is the true Evolution, Ivan.
- So, you are together with all of us …
- Yes, always I am. Now in your world as well. I have many homes, - invisible Voice was filling the room with matchless melodies and colors.
- In our world too ? So, it means that the gate …
- All your world is Mine. I can settle in any corner of it. I have no need for your empty praising. I desire to see all of you live, Ivan, with living particles of Me.
- That’s why Your arrival was …, - the sudden guess enlightened Ivan’s heart.
- Yes, - the Voice answered. – For this reason. I desire to see ones searching and coming to Me in their free will. They are capable of the true Evolution.
- So all these people in temples and mosques, calling themselves believers and at the same time remaining the same from the very birth …
- They can continue to believe in their illusions, if such is their wish. For some time.
- And what of Your Son ? He was speaking of You and Your return in the due time …
- He is together with Me as well. My second Son, - answered the Voice. – You dared to offense Him too much in the last time. This will not repeat any more.
- Oh, how wonderful it is that You are together with us ! – a sudden shout of joy escaped Ivan’s breast.
- The looking one will find. The going one will come. Accept the hope – and give it to others ! My time is coming ! – the invisible Voice filled entire enormous brightly shining room, and travelled, apparently, into the very core of human Soul.
- Yes, oh my Maker ! I will tell them of You ! I thank You !
The shining stream of light captured and shrouded Ivan. It, this Light of God, was coming, apparently, from everywhere – was shining from inside and outside. The sparkling stream shrouded him in a flash of time – and …
“Savior ! Only with us ! Only for you !”, - Ivan confusedly read red shining letters on a sign of some striptease club.
The gate was no more. The chance was accepted. Another world greedy stretched own hands towards him once again.
- Yes, oh Maker, I will tell all these sleeping ones of Your time, - Ivan decided. – Right now there is nothing more important than that.
We are
We are no longer the ones we used to be. Our past burned in the flame of self-rebirth, leaving the place for the Now, which has become a bridge to the Future.
Our path lies in the Eternity, and only we ourselves can pass it.
We all feel the breath of Universe inside us, and our hearts beat in rhytm with Hers.
We are both old and young - for each of us is like innocent child in spirit.
We foresee, not knowing for sure. We rejoice at the beginning of a new deed and feel sadness finishing what has been started. We love to transform believe into the trust. For without trust there can be no love.
We accept this world as we managed to make it. And it will never be in our right to blame someone other for human mistakes.
You may call us as you desire, for your mere words are unable to alter the essence.
No more we have names, yet each of us has kept his essensial 'I'.
We enter the battle in time and we know not fear.
Curses and blasphemes of the Sleepers are the stones that only strenghten our arms, holding the shield.
Wrath and hatred of theirs is the smoking fire. Yet the tears of the heaven will once extinguish it.
We live, fighting, yet the battle is not our final goal. For it is transient.
We are so different, but in this battle each of us is a warrior. And each holds his unique weapon.
Weapon of yours is able to destroy you whole, yet weapon of ours is greater.
It changes minds. It alters hearts. It transforms ones struck by it forever.
For this weapon is a weapon of spirit. Nothing in the world is comparable with it.
Our enemy is strong, for he is bodyless. That is why we are given this weapon.
We fight desperately for we know no death. The one given the Blade Of Spirit has already died before.
We knew not the timing, but were intended. We knew not ourselves, but were called for. The time will come - we'll be recognized. For great the battle is.
Rejected ones will join our ranks. Enlightened ones will join our ranks. The Newborn ones will join our ranks. For great the battle is.
The heavens cries at humankind's blindness, for even they have feelings. Yet there is always a dawn coming to replace the night.
The time is rushing forward desperately, changing the world in a single vortex. And we are at the forefront of it.
Always we are with you, for we do love this world.
So say We - warriors of the New Age.
When the Sleeper awakes
- Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ?
- Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know.
- The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will … Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ?
- I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability.
- And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue.
- And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe.
- Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable.
- So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs.
- And what about the Awakened ?
