Alyosha's Tales: Water

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Previous tales: Shop, Bonfire, Pipe, Forest, Power of Life, Stone

Having scooped up a pot of water from the stream, Grandfather returned to the fire. I put him on the fire, and he sat down next to him.

- Well, Alyosha, all that saying was, the fairy tale will be ahead - he pointedly raised his finger up, - let's look at the stream with you. What do you see?

- A stream is like a stream. Water flows from one place to another. Nothing out of the ordinary - the boy shrugged his shoulders.

- And who said that we are looking for the unusual? Well, then he has some direction, right? - grandfather smiled.

- Of course - the boy agreed.

- Where does it come from?

- From above, from the source.

- Deep?

- No, not really - answered the boy.

- Wide ?

- Eight steps - looked at the stream Alyosha.

- Fast?

- Where narrow there is fast, and where wide slow.

Grandfather smiled, picked up a piece of bark, picked up a large leaf that lay right next to his feet, pierced it with a twig from both sides, and stuck it into a piece of bark. It turned out to be an unpretentious ship. Silently, he sent him along the stream, and together they watched as the boat skirted, rushing along the water surface, stones lying in the stream. It seemed that he was about to collide with an obstacle, but the water near the obstacle seemed to change direction and carried the ship away from the stone and from the collision.

- And what kind of water? - Grandfather narrowed his eyes slyly.

In some unknown way, with this one question, he plunged Alyosha into some new state or even a space where one can not only feel the stream, but also see everything differently. As if he wasn't looking with his own eyes. It was very strange that he would not undertake to describe this state in his usual words.

The boy seemed to see how the stream first gurgled and sparkled in the sun and the ship was sailing away from them farther and farther. And suddenly, everything seemed to slow down and stop. It seemed to him that he first appeared on this ship, and then, he looked overboard and saw water there. But it did not flow anywhere, as if time had stood still. He bent down and saw through her what he had not noticed until that moment. It was not something unexpected and supernatural. It was crystal clear water. Through it one could see everything that is at the bottom. The stones with which the bottom was lined. Bed. The whole foundation of this stream. And this was based on the Dense World. These were the stones that bound the stream, and at the same time, they were its support and gave it direction. It was the dense world that did not allow the stream to spread around and gave it shape. Water filled the channel and softly enveloped all the unevenness of the bottom. At the same time, he saw how, over the years, in contact with water, the dense world was also forced to change its shape. As the most resistant granite could not withstand, at first glance, soft and harmless water.

Alyosha seemed to emerge from the stream and was again on the deck of the ship. Now the water itself was the support for the ship. He suddenly wanted to become a traveler and find out what is ahead, where this stream flows. He somehow by itself formed a clear goal to find out what was hidden behind the bend of the stream. From the moment this thought crossed his mind, he noticed that little by little everything began to move. When the goal was clearly formed in his head and he decided that it was absolutely necessary for him to find out what was around the bend, someone seemed to give a course to the current and the ship was carried to the bend. The channel seemed to have become narrower and from that the stream of water accelerated its course. Now he rushed like a dashing captain on his cruiser straight to his goal. He saw obstacles in the form of huge boulders on his way, but as soon as they appeared in front of him, he simply avoided the collision. It was amazing! He did not make any special efforts to change course and bend around obstacles on the way, he just did not want to collide with solid objects and that's it. He just didn't want to be hurt by this collision. At the same time, he was so attracted by the unknown, and he was filled with an incredible aspiration to find out what is hidden there, ahead. At that moment, only this interested him. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the bend and saw that further the stream turns into a river.

A new target appeared in his head. Now, he wanted to see where this river leads. With renewed vigor, his ship rushed forward. This time, he no longer floated, but flew along the water surface. Alyosha did not notice how people stood on the shore and waved to him, greeting him. He did not see the same captains sailing along the wide river in smaller and larger boats. Nor did he see the wonderful towers that towered over the bank to the right and left. I did not notice the intricate patterns of the rocky shores and the mighty trees that stood on the shore. All he saw then was a turn, then a new turn, again and again. One goal followed another. It seemed that they would never end. And doubt flashed through his thoughts. As soon as this happened, he found himself at a fork where the river diverged in two different directions. It was necessary to decide something and he, not knowing why, chose the right one. Then he did not know that it was the same river, it just skirted the island on the right. But at that moment this decision completely absorbed him, and if it were not for the current, which apparently started at his desire and was connected with his goal, he would be able to discern that there was a city of indescribable beauty on the island. It was all cut from pine. Drops of resin shone in the sun like precious stones, and that is why the city seemed to be enveloped in a golden glow. But Alyosha did not notice all this, because all his thoughts now were about something else. Rather, it was not even a matter of thoughts, but of a goal that completely captured him. He became as if he was not himself. Now it seemed that it was not he who controlled his thoughts. They are governed by his purpose. But the strangest thing was that he no longer knew if this was his goal. As if she had become something separate and existed on her own. And he became just an appendix to her. Go-go. Faster Faster. Someone seemed to be repeating these phrases in his head. And from these phrases everything around merged into a muddy picture in which he could no longer make out the details. He wanted to look at the shore, but he saw only a blurred background, as if someone, just over the painted picture, ran his hand, smearing all the details that the artist was working on. He felt dizzy. And then he saw a seagull, which was watching him from the side. Something about her seemed very familiar to him. As if something invisible. Something completely unrelated to appearance attracted him. Something, but that he could not remember. Probably because the speed with which he rushed along the river did not allow him to linger on his memories.

At that very moment, the seagull swooped down and the boy only managed to make out that it was not a seagull at all, but a huge albatross. Grabbing him by the collar, the bird, with confident and strong flaps of its wings, tore him off the deck and began to lift him higher and higher. At that moment, the boy's breath caught in his throat. In the blink of an eye, everything was out of sight. They fell into a cloud, and when they emerged from it, the boy saw that they were flying past some snow-capped mountain peak.

Ahead, as far as the eye could see, the water surface was spread. A salty wind hit my nose. It was the ocean. The albatross dived dashingly so that the boy could see the water. They were now floating above the water, close to the rocky shore. The wind ruffled the boy's hair. But the wind also swayed the ocean that was underneath. The water and the wind seemed to be talking about something, in a language not yet understandable to the boy. And it seemed that this conversation was very worried about the ocean. The louder they spoke, the more agitated the ocean. Its waves grew larger and larger. They followed the direction of the wind. And therefore, from the outside it seemed that in their conversation they agree with each other. Water and wind, as if by mutual agreement, attacked the stone coast. Waves reaching the shallows rose and rolled onto the shore. The greater the distance between the waves, the higher they rose near the coast. The more they fell on the rocky coast. The more often they were, the less powerful they seemed. It seemed that they simply did not have time to gather strength. It seemed to the boy that it was not just waves that rolled onto the shore, but images and thoughts. As if they were voluminous and alive. As if they were infinitely filled with meaning. And in each wave there was some kind of incomprehensible task. Each drop knew why it was in this place. She did her job and retreated, giving way to the next. It went on and on. From this, it seemed that, at the request of the wind, the ocean was changing the shape of such a solid, dense world in accordance with some kind of clear plan for both of them.

The thought flashed through the boy's head that the Spirit, acting on the Consciousness, can influence and change the dense world. Where and how this strange thought came to him and whether it was his thought he did not have time to understand, because in the next instant a wave rose and swallowed him and the bird.

Together they found themselves in the water. As if a strange image had washed over him. He seemed to dissolve into the ocean. Not a body, but something else. It seemed to him that his consciousness dissolved into the ocean. He seemed to really dissolve, as doors dissolve when they enter a house, their consciousness. Now he understood every drop in this ocean. He knew everything about everything. All the way through every drop. Maybe that's why it's called Co-Knowledge, someone's thought flashed through my head. Now he was both a snowflake that covered the mountain in winter and a drop of life-giving moisture that nourished the plants in spring, and gathering in streams flowed down from this mountain, bringing life to everything in the earth and downstream. He simultaneously carried some kind of wisdom and at the same time he himself recognized the world in a new way. Streams gathered in rivers and lakes. Rivers to seas and oceans. There they shared their impressions with each other. And since they were all as if the same, they knew everything at once about everything they saw. Under the influence of the sun, they were filled with light, and those of them, in whom there was more joy than sorrow, ascended into the next world, as if carrying there all the best that they saw in this world. All the most joyful and brightest that they wanted to share with the World that was above. There they gathered in clouds, creating a new space, entirely woven of joy and wisdom. This space, under the influence of the wind, was formed into a Glorious world, which was inhabited by bright souls, in which there was enough Light, or, to put it simply, Joy from a past life. The clouds were their home, in which they continued their Glorious life. Then the drops poured rain or snow, cleansing, nourishing and carrying the wisdom and joy of the upper world to the lower world, more dense. Into the world that we know as the world of Reveal. We are a part of it. And into which we manifest ourselves, just as water is poured onto the earth, in order to bring purity, freshness, joy, and life to all the inhabitants of this world.

Suddenly, the webbed paw of the albatross that brought it here appeared before my eyes. The boy, for some reason, mechanically grabbed her. For some reason, at that moment it did not seem to him like a bird's paw, it looked more like a warm, calloused hand of a man. He looked up to examine the albatross, but instead he saw his grandfather smiling. Together they sat by the fire, on which the water for Ivan-tea was already boiling.

- Well, Alyosha, let's have some tea, or something - the grandfather grinned, - you probably considered a lot of new things in the water.

He made tea, poured it into mugs and they sat down on the stones again.

- Look here. A stream runs like a man's thoughts. Where are they running, why? Maybe they are running away from the fact that there is some kind of goal. We call this thinking. We are drops that merge together. Drops merged together and Thought appeared. Let's go together for something and Thinking appeared. It turns out that thinking always has a goal. After all, it sets the mind in motion and sets it in motion. So their flow turns into striving, towards achieving the goal. There are not so many of these goals for a person. One stands above the other, and forms as if a staircase with steps. Depending on them, the direction of a person's thoughts is visible. That is why they say that the one who knows or, simply speaking, sees how they say thoughts can read. But if you know the purpose of a person, then what's so surprising about that?

If a person is swallowed up by the target, then he stops noticing everything around him. Everything is occupied by his goal. What a thing! Behind this, he sometimes ceases to see life, not what is in all living things around, but also loses his own at an hour. And its meaning too. The danger here is that this goal may not be his goal at all, but someone else's. And even hidden. In order for someone else's goal to take root, you need to create significance for it. And for this you need to repeat to him that someone else's goal is more important, and you need to do as someone needs. Buying something, going somewhere or even killing someone at times. There are different ways for this. It used to be called Morok in Russia. That is why the expression is "to fool your head." That is, to create values or values on which a person relies. It's like creating a river bed. Create a foundation upon which thinking rests. The stones with which the bottom is lined, remember? The purpose of the hassle is to create false goals, draw attention to them and turn off the mind, so that the person would stop asking himself questions. Thinking, after all, is only for the dense world and surely exists in such an explicit form. Because it relies on it. Look, the water is running, an obstacle on the way. What will happen? She goes around the obstacle. But when it collides at the same time, the world changes, no matter how dense it is. This is the main task of thinking. Now thoughts are flowing, changing and changing the Explicit world. And those people who think do not think already. They become unreasonable. They do not see the foundations of their thinking. They don’t think.

- A reasonable person and a thinking person are not the same thing, is it? - Alyosha was surprised.

- It turns out so! A reasonable person is a rarity in the world today. All thinkers now!

- What's the difference?

- The difference is that with the help of Reason, a person learns the world. He sees the original images with his help. Who? What? Substantial. Do you remember about nouns in Russian? Each of the essence of the subject reveals. The mind creates and cognizes the images of the world, itself in this world, actions, consequences. He examines. The most intelligent in our land are children. Today, only they cognize the world in its pure form. And thinking it is already based on these images in order to achieve some goal. For example, does your sister play with dolls?

- Certainly! He plays only in them - the boy nodded.

- And from what so? - the grandfather squinted.

- I do not know. She's just a girl. Like her - Alyosha shrugged his shoulders.

- And maybe it is also because she creates an image of herself and the image of the world in which she lives, and then you begin to live in it and explore it. Unknowingly, this happens to her. He goes to visit her friends, talks to them, plays. After all, life is a game. In this game we are the world and we learn what is old and what is small. Games are just different.

- And this makes me play soldiers? - asked Alyosha.

- Well, every real man should be able to protect his Rod. That's how you learn. Again: there is a Soldier, there is a Fighter, and there is a Warrior. Soldiers are kind of like connecting people. The person belonging to this compound is a soldier. A fighter is a person whose goal is to fight. His technical perfection interests him in a duel. Competition and victory are the essence of it. At the same time, often he is not ready to risk his life or health in a competition. But the Warrior is, first of all, a person who puts the life of his fellows, kind and people above his own. He is ready to sacrifice his life for them, because He Knows His Connection with His People and does not separate himself from it. Well who are you? - asked the grandfather, putting his hand on Alyosha's shoulder.

- A warrior is probably more suitable.

- That is that !! Okay, we got distracted, look further. Reason means the essence of cognizing the primordial images. And thinking has the essence of achieving a goal and overcoming obstacles on the way. Reason is like looking deep into the water, and thinking is always superficial. For him, the Reason must always lay the foundations. They say: "you think small", or "superficially", or "quickly." Everything that is related to water in Russian, everything also concerns thinking. Look for examples in the language yourself. Now let's remember the ocean. As they say "Ocean of Consciousness". As a result, each drop enters the ocean and knows everything about everything, because it is similar to other similar drops. That is why they say Merge Consciousnesses. The very word Consciousness directly says - Joint Knowledge. Our ancestors, the Ocean used to be called OKIYAN, that is, It Connects and Binds Images, if you parse it by letter using a drop cap. Collects and stores all the knowledge of each drop and its journey.

Therefore, the water knows everything about everything, one might say. And in order to find out everything you need, you just need to connect with Okiyan. You can say: Merge and Dissolve. Merge yourself with him and Dissolve yourself with the knowledge that is hidden in him.

- How to merge with knowledge? - Alyosha looked with interest at Grandfather.

- Yes, just very much! But first you need to stop the river of Thinking in order to enter the Reason. Calm yourself down. It is important not to confuse your ideas with how they really are.

- And how to do it?

- There are many ways. There are simple ones, there are complex ones. You can just look at the fire for example. That's all. After all, a person can only hold on to one thing, this is how he is arranged, which means that you will not think at this moment. That's all, you are in Mind. You can now look at the world in a new way or ask yourself a question. In a few minutes the answer will come by itself, the main thing is to stay in the mind. In the Mind you are when you look at the world as if you have never seen it. It's like he's brand new. Reason allows you to look at the world from all sides. From different points, as it were. As if to become every drop in the ocean of consciousness. The waves will roll over you in images, just sit and think.

- Is it really that simple?

- Why should it be difficult ?! Now let's remember. If a person connects with another soul, we call this Co-feeling, Co-experience, that is, we feel and experience the same as the other Soul. Not only a person has it, you remember that everything around is alive. And merging with another Mind is already Co-Knowledge. This is an opportunity not to feel, but to know. Do you feel the difference? Many people now rely only on information that they have heard somewhere, but they do not listen to their souls, they do not ask themselves questions and do not try to answer them. That is why they are often in Moroka and one-sided knowledge is obtained from them, not passed through the soul.

- And the truth is not the same thing! And how are Mind and Mind different? - the boy looked at Grandfather with interest.

- Reasonable - who asks himself questions and tries to learn, and Smart - who knows how, what he knows to embody in the World. Are there many smart thinkers now ?! - the grandfather laughed.

For a long time they sat by the stream, drank tea and talked, as if they had known each other for more than a hundred years. And to everyone Mir opened in a new way.