How can a person be God?

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

An excerpt from the work of Sergei Tarmashev. Trilogy "Cold", "Freezing breath".

“- How can a person be God? - Mike allowed himself to show discreet skepticism. Hearing such blasphemy and sacrilege, he would have shown not restrained, but he had to take into account the inadequacy of the polar grandfathers, who went crazy on the basis of adoration of the barbarian. “God is great, but man is wretched. There are many people, but God is one! The Holy Bible gives answers to all questions!

“The precepts of the Ancestors say that different peoples have different Gods,” the thug imperturbably uttered. - Someone has their own, someone else's. This is a personal matter. It was said by the Ancestors of the Rasiches: do not impose your Gods on strangers, but do not allow strangers to impose on yourself. This is how we live. If you have some kind of god of your own, then this is your business, we do not care about that. But don't teach us, if you didn't ask. You are not bondage, and you are not bondage either. Our Gods are our Ancestors, they have nothing to do with someone else's blood, they don’t help others, therefore Rasichi don’t talk to outsiders about them, if no one asked. Tako and you respect respect, man. Do not meddle with good people with your teaching, since they did not call you.

- Some wildness, - Mike snorted. - To bring lost souls to the Lord is God-pleasing …

- Shut up, Butler, let me hear! - unceremoniously cut off his one-armed grandfather. - I myself can read the Bible, without your comments. And to listen to other people - when else will the opportunity stand out? Tell me, Svyatogor, does it mean you believe that you descended from the Gods?

- Not so, old man, - the two-meter thug smiled. - We descended from our ancestors.

“But they are your Gods, right? - the one-armed polar explorer narrowed his eyes. - What is the difference?

- In that there is no difference, elder, - Svyatogor shook his head, - in that there is knowledge. The knowledge that was accumulated by the Ancestors and passed on to us. The knowledge that we multiply and pass on to our children. Knowledge that they will continue to preserve and increase forever and ever. In the Rasichi language, this is called VERA. This is an abbreviation of two words: Lead RA. To know means to understand, to be aware. RA is the Life-giving fire of creation, the Primordial Source. And therefore VERA in the language of Rasichey means "Understanding of the Universe" or "Knowledge of the laws of the structure of the world." This is science. But in your language the word "faith" means something else. Probably what you believe in. Here you know better.

- Are you saying that VERA is physics for your people? - clarified the one-armed grandfather.

“Physics is one science, FAITH is the essence of the interpenetration of all sciences,” said the shaggy fool. Mike was already delighted - I wonder if this idiot understood what he said? - But if it will be easier for you to understand me, elder, then so be it. Physics is so physics. Science of sciences.

- Well, - the grandfather did not back down. - Then how, from the point of view of science, your Ancestors are Gods?

- It is not difficult to understand this, if there is a desire to understand, - the thug continued to be clever. - The precepts of the Ancestors say that the universe is vast and infinite. And it consists of an innumerable number of worlds that are lined up from simple to complex. And intelligent entities travel along this ladder from world to world. The higher the world, the more complex it is, and the more complex the creatures that inhabit it. And the more complex the creatures, the higher their power, which means abilities and capabilities. Once upon a time, our ancestors lived in this world. They were the Rasichi, which means "People of one White Race." Therefore, we and Rasichi were born of the Rasiches, and we have been leading our Clans since those very times immemorial.

At this phrase, Mike even regretted that he did not have a smartphone or a voice recorder with him. Here it is, racism, fascism and chauvinism - in all its glory! Now it would be necessary to carefully record everything for the investigation, suddenly all the witnesses will be devoured by mutants at the emergency control point.

“Our ancestors lived their lives with dignity,” the super-meat idiot continued to missionary. - We have fulfilled our lot in this world, and therefore at the proper hour we met death - the Change of the Measured Body. Their rational essences went to the higher worlds and there they incarnated in more complex and powerful beings. And there they lived with dignity, fulfilling their lot, and again changed bodies and worlds. And they develop so endlessly, becoming more and more complex. Their possibilities for our world seem unprecedented and unprecedented, for they can create planets, light the stars and create galaxies. But they themselves know that there is no limit of the rational essence to perfection, and therefore the movement through the ladder of worlds does not stop. We, Rasichi, call such creatures Gods. As you can see, older, they really are our Ancestors and Gods. And they visit our world, and help their descendants, if there is an undeniable reason for that. Therefore, we call ourselves the grandchildren of God, for in each of us God is laid, and it depends on each whether you change your measured body to a more complex one, or whether you will be born again in the same, because during your life you have not created anything that your essence would endow the immortal forest with power.

- And what, according to your theory, "endows" you with "divine power"? - Mike could not resist.

“Acts of righteousness,” the thug was genuinely surprised. - Isn't that so with you?

“Righteousness is a philosophical concept,” Mike pushed him against the wall with an undeniable argument. - From different points of view, the same deed can be both righteous and criminal!

“Your truth, human,” the barbarian did not argue. - Tokmo every nation has its own path. Therefore, each nation has its own Ancestors, and the Images of Blood, and laws. Your laws are unknown to me, but I do not ask about that. Because I will not dispute someone else's, living in a foreign land - too. The ancestors of the Rasicha bequeathed that if the children of the Great Race want to walk the path of the Gods and Ancestors, then they should devote their lives to serving the Family, Motherland and Race. From this, the rational essence develops. That is, her RA IS WILDING, that is, it curls, curls, like a girl's cosma from individual hairs, weak and thin, curls into a tight and strong braid. If you shift it onto your tongue, the flow of the primary energy of creation increases, intensifies and becomes more complicated. After all, a rational essence is a clot of energy. And determining how the actions affect her is not so difficult. If you live for yourself and row for yourself, you waste your essence. If you dedicated your life to Rod, Motherland and Race, your essence is strengthened to the extent that you helped other people. And if you serve a foreign Race and Motherland, your essence dissolves in other people's energies, loses its strength, for you are alone, and there are many strangers. The crowd is differently loners stronger, at least wave your fists, at least merge with entities.

- I find it too complicated and illogical explanation, - Mike decided not to give up the position. Let everyone else listen to this nonsense, but he is not going to agree with the racist heresy. Suddenly it dawned on him: they are all white here! He is the only African American! That is why they are silent - they secretly hate him for his black skin! That's why they always growl at Mr. Cohen - they don't like that the secretary of state is tolerant, smart, and successful. This is the envy of a laborer before the president, that's what it is! In this case, Mike can afford to express himself more directly: - I believe that the more complex the explanation, the less truth it contains! There is a lie hidden behind the convoluted wording!

- Truly so! - unexpectedly agreed the thug. - Lies love florid verbal interweaving, moving away from direct answers, and never leaving smiles, which mask a grin of hatred or a yawn of indifference. But if you do not like my explanation, I can say more simply, which will be clearer for you. Your sentient essence is like a bag of money. It is easy to spend and hard to earn. Therefore, when you do something for yourself, you do it with ease, because you waste your life force. And when you do something for free for others, it is hard. Because the strength is accumulated by stubborn labor. After all, you can do something for others only in order to take a disproportionate payment for that. Tokmo all this will be one deed for its own sake. In general, it is not difficult to understand our foundations if you want to.

- Fine! Mike laughed. - What's that coming out? I have to hump at everyone in a row for free, and they will live off my expense? Should I die of hunger? I already imagine the slogan: "Die of hunger - become a god!"

“I don’t blame you for how you live,” Svyatogor sighed sadly. - You are strangers to each other. You have neither clans, nor brothers-in-arms, nor a friendly District, nor a single race. Even your homeland is where you live well, and not where the ashes of your ancestors are scattered, who watered with the blood of their Mother Earth, so that you could live on it, and not the invading thieves. You are a stranger among yourself. So you don’t want to make people feel better and help you for free. Because you know in advance that they will not want to. Therefore, you take money from each other for even a little, and there is nothing more important and desirable for you than money and power. There is no other way in your world. Gray you, we are sorry for you. That's why I came to help, if I can. After all, not all of you are unkind people. Those who call themselves polar explorers, even though they are also without a clan, without a tribe, and if trouble comes, a mountain for each other! When you, Mike Butler, your comrades-in-arms saved from death by fierce, risking their lives, did any of them then demanded payment from you for salvation?

- This is our job! Snorted Mike. - We are all dependent on each other, but if we had not been paid good money, no one would have come here! If we manage to launch the Reactor, we will demand decent payment and solid compensation for the risk and the degree of labor intensity!

- And if you knew that you would not be paid, - interest flashed in the eyes of the thug, - you would not come here for anything? I thought that you are concerned about saving your lives and your fellow countrymen.

- So it is - we are for universal salvation! - Mike hurried to get better, again noticing the growing aggression in the eyes of the polar grandfathers. - But we will still demand money! And how! Because otherwise no one will even scratch themselves to pay us at least housing and food!

“Here he is right, Svyatogor,” Dorn sighed heavily. - Give them free rein, so they would never let us out of the Reactor. They say they pay taxes! And therefore they believe that we owe them almost everything! I gave my hand to Funnel because I kept warm in New America, but what in return? A miserable disability pension, a part-time job as an instructor in the Bureau, because there are always too many of us such amputees, much more than vacancies. Moreover, reproaches, they say, it is we who are to blame for what happened to Reactor. They still think we owe them! Tell them about your foundations, so they will even stop paying taxes, they will tell us: go work for free, it ennobles! Become Gods! And we will thank you for your work! Take "thank you" and do not deny yourself anything. Be enlightened!

- So, after all, those who live by someone else's labor, also do nothing for their development, - objected the thug. - They parasitize on you, and therefore destroy themselves. Death will come, and they will be reborn in the primitive worlds, in the guises of animals and unreasonable ones. Wise people strive upward, and not into the abyss, they will always thank you for your help with a kind deed, and not with a frivolous word.

- From the fact that everyone around them will someday ruin, it is not easier for me! Mike grimaced. - I want to eat now. We need clothes now. The apartment is needed now! I do not want to die of hunger and begging until everyone comes to their senses and rushes to thank me financially!

“For whom how to live, the person decides for himself,” Svyatogor shrugged his shoulders indifferently. - You live like this. We live our own way. When autumn comes, everyone reaps what they sow. I don’t captivate you, human, and I don’t even force you to listen to my words. Why do you need the Covenants of our Ancestors, if you have your Ancestors. Live as you wish.

- And how do Rasichi, Svyatogor live? Logan asked his question faster than Mike opened his mouth. At the same time, the nutty old man looked not at the barbarian, but at Mike. And the old eyes almost burst from the tons of hatred generated per second. Mike realized that it was not worth clicking the shaggy blockhead on the nose anymore, otherwise Mr. Frostbite Brains and his comrades would definitely rush into a fight.

- Not everything went well with the Rasiches on this land, - the thug answered vaguely. - There was a case, many people rejected the Covenants of the Ancestors … - he fell silent for a moment, - almost all. And they disappeared completely. We live as bequeathed. Rod clings to each other tightly. Everything is done by the whole world: the hunt is carried out, and the army is put up for battle, and the skuffs are built. Skuf we call a forest settlement, a flat settlement is called a skete, but we now have no flat lands, only taiga. The twin clans are reliably linked with each other by fraternal bonds, the circle of skufs formed by the fraternal clans in the Circle of the city or temple forms the Okrug. The okrug is strong by all kinds, if it is necessary to collect some silushka for military, construction, or any other affairs. And if the Districts are unable to cope with the misfortune, then the neighboring Districts rush to each other's rescue.

- A mutual guarantee? How is the mafia? - Mike asked smoothly. - Everything common is sacred, private - decay?

- That's how bad everything is with us, yes, - the shaggy fool finally gave up. - You have something cleverer arranged. You live for your pleasure, you save money, you got a wife, you have a couple of kids. You buy hamburgers from your neighbor on the left, you sell them to your neighbor on the right for a higher price, you get rich. Your caftan is satin, your wife's outfit is brocade - she walks with her arms on her hips, looks down on her neighbors, because your family is serious, prosperous, unlike any lackeys. If a neighbor comes to you and asks you to help dig a pit, so that the old hut can be replaced with a new one, you will drive him away. It is not appropriate for an intelligent person to stain his hands on a shovel. In general, you are kind, you can also loan him money for construction. Only to return it with interest, because you tore your hard-earned money from your heart for it, but you could have invested in the business and fill your wallet even tighter. So let him say thank you that you agreed to lend, but he will not forget the papers that are due to sign. Because your neighbor is worth you, only give him the opportunity - he will never return the debt. Therefore, the debt paper must be corrected without fail, so that later in court he can be called to account, the accursed one.

The super-meat thug nodded in agreement, rubbing his blond beard with his hand, and continued:

- Everything seems to be correct, and you can't argue. But the trouble came from where they did not expect! A fire broke out, but your house burned down with all the good. And you yourself burned out in it. Moreover, many houses burned down, and even those who promised to pay you for the fire, if this happens, became fire victims. And now your strong family has suddenly become a bunch of beggars' beggars. The wife who walked hands on hips is now a widow with two children, no one needs. Or another attack! The thieves have come to fight your country. You huddled in your house with your household, and bristled with rifles. Tokmo vorogov appeared darkness, darkness, and the army of your president is either broken, or he will go to your city for a long time. So the thieves killed both you and your wife, and even a friend who lived in the next apartment and united with you. So the children became orphans at all, they live on the street and die of hunger, if the orphanage was not found.

The thug spread his hands and continued with the air of a man who does not claim to be true:

- And what about the Rasiches? Continuous boredom and plowing. Rod gathered. First, all the relatives were given a mansion with a full household. Then they divided the seeds for the gardens among all, raised cattle for each yard, and started hunting for everyone. And all without payment. Then again all together the fortress was built, then weapons and armor were forged. And then a fire broke out, and some of the relatives' household burned to the ground. And again the whole world gathered, but a new tower was installed for him in a week or two. They shared the livestock and the utensils. Just done a good deed - the time of Lyubomyr has come, the young Rasichi entered into marital unions, and far away Weddings in one day between the Sister Clans took place. And again the Kinsfolk gathered and distant new yards with the facilities they were supposed to build began. And again free of charge. And then the war happened. The fierce thief has come. I thought that one by one he would ruin the yards, he would fill families, but then the patrimonial squad stood in a thousand blades on the way. After all, the squad from the word FRIEND is “friend”, that is, “FRIEND” means “many friends have gathered”. And she is not alone with the adversary, because she is already in a hurry to help the sister-kin, which lives closest to all, and behind him is the army of the princes, who were collected by the whole District, or even not one, if several District were exhibited. And while the vigilantes with the Basurman tats were fighting, the ratios from all the Okrugs arrived in time and rebuffed the enemies, and drove them home, and burned their cities, so that next time it was discouraging to go beyond the border pillars of the Rasiches. In that section, the vorogi fiercely slain the warrior. His children will not remain tokmo orphans. For the Rasichs have no orphans. The relatives will immediately welcome both the widow's wife and the children. Brothers and sisters will take care, there is always enough space - our mansions are on the land of our dear ones, they are big and spacious, no one huddles in tiny apartments. And the relatives that will wish the family of the fallen hero to accept, and at all great many, because the Rasiche family are large, and even a blood relative is the one who is close to the seventh knee inclusively by blood to you. Seven-cousin or sister Rasicu as half-brothers, there is no difference in that relationship. And I suppose you don't even know your five cousins. In general, we will never fill our wallet tightly. For you constantly have to do something for free, now for the Family, then for the Motherland, and even for the Great Race. Continuous worries, no profit. And I have nothing to brag about at all. For I am a knight. All my worries are military matters. I have all the good - a sword, a spear and armor! The knights of the wife and mother of the Rasiches are affectionately called Sokoliks. That is why there is such a saying: "Goal like a Falcon." That essence means that he is poor, as a serviceman, for where can wealth come from a howling valiant who does not fill his purse, but sheds blood for the Motherland? Here is such a wrong life for us, man! What can you say here?

Suddenly, he made such a face, as if explaining elementary things, and said:

- And in general, vatazhniki, why am I going to tell you about my Motherland, if this is my Motherland! After all, for me, she is not more beautiful in the whole wide world. It is a well-known fact: every sandpiper praises its swamp"