Alyosha's fairy tales: ancestral memory

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

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That night, Alyosha, had a strange dream. He stood before his grandfathers and father who had gone to the World of Glory. They smiled affectionately at him, talking about something among themselves and rejoicing at something, patting each other on the shoulders, as if warriors who had gone through many battles together and were now happy to meet again.

They looked like warriors because they were dressed in armor. They consisted of chain mail, which glowed with a blue flame. Before, Alyoshka had seen such a flame only on a gas stove. But now, in waves, it spilled over the armor, and that is why it seemed that they were burning and shimmering. Under the chain mail was a snow-white shirt with a red pattern, which seemed to be woven from pure light. Behind his back was a red cloak. Like a fire from a fire, it constantly evolved in the wind. From this, the feeling of fire and warmth that came from his ancestors intensified even more. They stood in front of him like bright knights of the world. Hefty, strong men, one and a half fathoms tall, from which an indestructible Russian spirit breathed. Each had a sword or ax on his belt. “As you know, you can't cut down a hut with a single sword,” he remembered then his grandfather’s words. I had boots on my feet. It was very convenient, the boy noted to himself, because they were standing in the grass wet with dew. It looks like it was very early in the morning. The sun had just risen, but for some reason its light was not yellow, as on earth, but bright blue. From this it seemed not familiar, but from something very familiar.

His grandfather approached him, gently ruffled his already disheveled hair and smiled with his bright, sincere smile, which the boy remembered from his very birth. The boy remembered his grandfather, during his earthly life, as a cheerful, never discouraged person, from whom emanated some kind of reckless self-confidence, which, by the way, the gods and ancestors did not cheat him. Any business for which he took up with incredible enthusiasm, as if every time rejoicing that life provided him with the opportunity to test himself for strength, as if he was arguing in his weary hands. My grandfather went through two wars and saw a lot, but he was never even wounded. Maybe because the Rod, in which he was born from ancient times, was famous for its warriors. From generation to generation, military science was passed on there. It was transmitted not in some exhausting training and wisdom, but primarily by blood. The best training (the grandfather did not even know such a word) even his great-grandfathers considered a simple life on earth and work for the good of the Family. Grandfather never talked about the war and what he saw there. As I never taught what and how to do. He did not engage in idle chatter and moralizing at all. He had a more effective method. He gave the boy the will to do everything himself, and then showed how he would do it. That was science! But he himself called it education. He said that it is impossible to teach anyone in words, as well as to convey your experience. All this was passed on by blood from generation to generation and was kept in the Rod. “You cannot learn life with someone else's mind and you won’t become smarter,” he said. You can repeat other people's words for a long time, but you still cannot understand the thoughts that are hidden in them. It is better to create a situation in which a person himself begins to think and show how it should be done by his personal example. And having received the result, the person himself will comprehend and understand everything. Only once, when he and the boys were playfully fighting on sticks and wooden knives in the yard, the grandfather approached, grinned, as if he remembered something old, and corrected Alyosha's movement, and then explained what was the point. Then he looked into Alyosha's eyes and said: "If there is an enemy, there will be strength." Alyoshka remembered these words for the rest of his life, but he still had to understand their meaning much later.

Now, having ruffled his hair, the grandfather took a step back and with a dexterous movement drew his sword with lightning speed. The sword was not what the movies show. It was unusually light and durable. At the same time, he somehow easily bent, but immediately restored his shape. His blade had an intricate pattern, as if waves of pure power had once flowed over him and now froze in anticipation, but still exuded some kind of hidden power. One hand was enough to handle it. But when you held the sword, it was as if the waves of power that once froze in the sword and the strength of the warrior who took the sword resonated and strengthened each other. So the sword came to life in the hands of a warrior. And from that moment they had one life for two. As if the light of the heart lit the weapon and it also began to glow. The light, spreading along the blade in waves, created a feeling of incredible power that could crush and separate everything in its path, but achieve the intended goal. This mighty force was felt even a mile away. From the moment the warrior lit his weapon with his heart, he only needed to indicate the target. Further, the body and weapons did everything themselves.

How did Alyosha know all this then, about this sword and how to handle it, he had no idea. In my head, for a long time, the unfamiliar name of the metal was spinning - HaRaLug. From nowhere, he now knew that he needed to be forged at one time and always with bright thoughts and joy. Because otherwise it won't take long to get caught up in the warrior and the misfortune. Here the grandfather interrupted his thoughts, which could rather be called memories, by touching his hand with a sword.

Blue flame from the sword poured into the boy's hand. The particles of light began to gather in rings and the hand began to gradually become covered with chain mail. Rings multiplied, and now he was already standing in a shirt glowing with blue flame, assembled from rings of light. She was incredibly strong and light. Grandfather laughed and hugged him. All the other warriors approached him and clapped him approvingly on his new armor, rejoicing that they had a worthy successor to their family. The last came the father, his eyes sparkled with light, or maybe it was tears of joy for his son, he smiled, unfastened his cloak and threw it over Alyosha. At this moment, the boy lost his orientation in space for a moment. It seemed to him that the earth was leaving under his feet and he began to fall somewhere.

When he managed to throw the cloak off his head, he realized that he was lying in his bed under the covers. My soul was somehow very light and calm.

The next day, he went to visit Grandfather, who had long been like a family to him, and shared his dream. The grandfather listened attentively to the boy's story. He grinned into his beard and said.

- I've been living here for a long time. And I know your grandfather. Glorious warrior. Worthy of his Kind. So are you, Alyosha. His blood flows in you and the blood of all your ancestors. Here is your Rod and took under its protection. But in your family there were not only warriors, and there were enough witches, but about your great-grandmother, the healers themselves still compose epics. Their blood is your blood now.

Everything that your ancestors experienced, everything that they learned, everything that they knew, everything that they knew how - everything was handed down to you by blood. Now it is called DNA, Genetic memory, and earlier they said simply RATHER MEMORY. Ancestral memory is the experience of all previous generations. We can say that you know and are able to do everything that your ancestors knew how, but you don’t realize it yet. This still needs to be revealed in oneself. If you now pick up a sword and start moving with it, then after a while you will begin to make those movements that your great-great-great-grandfathers used in their battles and campaigns. And if your sister takes a needle and thread, then she herself will understand, after a while, how to sew and embroider. People say about this: "The eyes are afraid, but the hands do it."And in fairy tales they say: “Go there, I don’t know where and find that, I don’t know what”! This means: you need to look inside yourself and find there what your ancestors passed on to you. But for this you need not just sit and remember, but first of all do it.

But a person, after all, besides the Generic memory, which is given at birth, also has another memory. Memory of the Soul. After all, it is the Soul that perceives the whole world, learns and therefore collects the most valuable, bit by bit, and transfers it further along the line. But let's look a little deeper into the soul. In our soul, this can be conditionally said Par. That is why she remembers everything like water, but light like air. It grows and gets stronger gradually. Therefore, it is not customary for guests to show a newborn baby during the first summer of life. Because its first protective shell has not yet been created. And protects him because of his Rod. A child grows up and with age the world for him is more and more filled with colors, new impressions, they acquire different shades and details. This happens because his soul develops and learns. And by the age of 12, when the child reaches seven spans in the forehead, you can see what he is reaching for. It means to see what his soul is drawn to. And since the soul stretches there, it means that he has such a dream. There are no coincidences. In a dream, the spirit manifests itself, that is, the essence of a person. And the spirit lives by conscience. At the behest of the world, in other words. Only in this way can a person express his true self into the world. Only then did he appear in it. But often, a person cannot answer to himself what his dream consists of. Maybe because for this you need to be very sincere with yourself. This dream is the main goal of his life. But the main thing is not to get confused. After all, a dream is not a desire, and not a need. A dream is the very essence of a person.

So there you go! Man comes into this world as a spark of light. His soul is collected right on the ground from various elements, and therefore is suitable for those conditions where it appears completely. On different lands - different souls live, because the elements there are different. Because of this, everyone's perception is different. Even on our land, people have one thing, animals and plants are already different. But everything has a Soul. Sometimes these souls are so different that some cannot even see and feel others, although they live on the same land. And then they say about such worlds - parallel.

- And when people do not notice each other on the street and do not greet each other, maybe they do not see each other, because their souls live in parallel worlds? Alyoshka asked suddenly.

- It happens! Because of this, they may not understand each other. From what they do not see. Differences are seen, but common is not. Each person has created for himself, like a mask, behind which he hid and here is a ready-made personality for you. Like a snail in a shell, a person hides in this personality and no longer even notices others. Begins to separate himself from his Clan and People. So in him the strength begins to diminish and fear is born. From this, perhaps, before they did not fence off their houses from the world with tall fences. From the fact that they were in power and from their people they did not rid themselves of themselves. The very word "Fence", if you think about it, means Za Bor. What is beyond the forest, that is, the neighboring forest. These are the fences that used to be in Russia.

So there you go! The soul, in this world, does not remember anything about past lives, because it is created anew every time on every earth. And she only has the memory of the Family, in which she was embodied. There, by the way, not only the memory of ancestors, but also the memory of the conditions of this world, its laws and the past of the Earth to which it came. All that is needed to survive in these new conditions. But that particle of light that is in the soul remembers and knows the main thing. She remembers what brings her joy. From what from the spark, what is left from the fire, you can re-ignite the flame. And then, suddenly, the child picks up a musical instrument and begins to play, although no one has ever played in his family. At first he is not very good at it, but for some reason he likes it, and he plays and plays and they already say about him: "This is a genius." But in fact, the soul simply "remembered" what gave it joy and from which it was filled with light in another life. This is the memory of the Soul.

Our ancestors knew all this. Therefore, at the age of 12, children underwent the rite of naming.

Usually in Russia a person had three names, but there could be more. The name means to clothe in some kind of verbal form, which will reflect the aspiration of the soul.

So they called it the Community name - this is the name of the Soul. If in the course of life the aspiration of the soul changed, and this happened, then the community name could also be changed. After all, everyone freely chooses his own path.

The generic name is the name of the Genus in which the person was born, now we call it in a foreign manner Surname. And the name that was given to the child at home was usually done by the father, because Rod was passed on through the father, and also belonged to the patrimonial. A person, even after he was given a communal name, could be called that at home by his parents all his life.

There was also a secret name. This is the name of the very essence of a person, his dreams, vocations, why he came to the Explicit World. It was usually not told to anyone, even to relatives, because if you know a person's dream and know its essence, then it is possible to control it. And even parents can do this, for example, out of fear for their child. But if you make it impossible to achieve a dream, even because of parental love, then a person may die. Because there is no point in his life if the dream for which he came true is unattainable. And his dream is the most important thing why a person comes here. Because of this, trials in life may not be given without the strength to overcome them and dreams always come true in this world. The main thing is to know for yourself what your dream is and what vocation - the grandfather smiled. This is the essence of naming. But it should be done by a person who has a spiritual vision and a connection with the Family. It can be said that this person sees the Essence, from which they call him not just the Knower, but the Prophetic.

- How do you know your calling yourself? - got interested in Alyoshka.

- That is why people study ancient wisdom, so that they can realize their life path and recognize their vocation - grandfather raised his finger significantly. Then he laughed heartily and said: - It is possible and easier to find out, of course. But you need to be very sincere with yourself. Now people are so cunning that they even deceive themselves. The simplest way is to ask yourself what there is no point in living without. Not without which it is impossible to live, and without which there is no more sense. Not everyone can do it.

Many people are now living and cheating. But they live. They do not live according to their conscience. They live as if they are not themselves. They look and do not see. They listen and do not hear. They live to appear as someone they are not. But in their hearts they do not enjoy this life. And where there is no Joy, there is no Happiness. Why is there no Joy? Yes, because they do not live with themselves in Lada, therefore they also do not have Lada in peace.

- And how is it in Lada with yourself and the world? - asked Alyosha.

- And this will be the next tale - Grandfather laughed heartily, and went to put the samovar.