Alyosha's Tales: Wind

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

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Wind, wind! You are mighty, You chase flocks of clouds, You stir the blue sea, You blow everywhere in the open. You are not afraid of anyone, Except for God alone.

A. S. Pushkin

Yarilo - The sun was already shining as if it was a cloudy day, which was half an hour ago and did not exist at all. They were still standing on the cliff face. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, lay the Pacific Ocean. The grandfather threw a few more plastic bottles into the fire, which he and Alyosha had collected after the "people" were resting.

- Let's move away from the fire a little and take a look - somehow mysteriously, he said in a whisper to the boy.

They moved away and stood sideways to the sun, so that the sun could also look at the fire with them. The bonfire did its job and cleared the Earth of debris. Flames appeared and disappeared under the rubble. The fire seemed to be suffocating. Then the Grandfather came up and stirred the rubbish in the fire with a stick to give the flame to ignite.

- Look, if there is a lot of garbage, then he can even put out the fire! So it is in the soul of a person. You can put it out with rubbish alone. Otherwise, he will never know who he is. Because of this, even fire needs to be helped, and even more so - he said somehow sadly.

The fire flared up with renewed vigor. Now there were no barriers to the strong flame. The grandfather returned to the boy. They stood side by side and watched as the debris melted in flames, but for some reason, the boy's attention was now drawn not to the fire itself, but to the smoke that rose from the fire. Usually it was transparent hot air, or sometimes it was white, but now it was some kind of dirty, gray smoke, sometimes it just became black, but it wasn't even that that attracted him. He himself would never have noticed if his grandfather had not put him that way. The sunlight that passed through the smoke from the fire seemed to be changing too. A shadow fell on the ground in the form of some kind of gray-yellow spot. As the smoke grew blacker, the shadow also changed its color saturation. One got the impression that this was no longer the light from the sun, but something completely different, distorted beyond recognition. Alyosha looked at his grandfather and was about to open his mouth to ask, but the grandfather, as if reading his thoughts, only nodded to him.

The question and answer hung in the air. The grandfather showed with his eyes that Alyosha would look further.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from somewhere from the side, fanned the fire even more and blew away all the gray smoke. In the place where there was a shadow before, pure sunlight appeared. As if the Air, which is saturated with everything around, wanted to help the Fire. So it turned into the Wind and helped the fire to flare up more strongly, to cleanse the debris and, at the same time, to rid it of the smoke, so that the fire could see the pure Light coming from the Sun.

Everything that happened and everything that he saw was surprisingly simple! The Spirit spoke to the Soul. Before his eyes. It was something inexplicable and incredible. He looked up into the heavens, hoping to trace where the smoke had gone, but he saw only a Rainbow above him. He had never seen one like this before. It was without beginning and without end. As if he was, in the very place where it began and went straight to heaven, like a rainbow bridge. From something at that moment, his heart seemed to stop for a moment and beat with some new, incomprehensible force. It seemed as if a stream of the purest light rushed into him. For some reason, tears welled up in my eyes. What was happening in his soul at that moment was impossible to describe in words. As if, in an instant, he lived simultaneously billions of different lives, saw how life flowed and why he is now here. For a moment, he saw how people lived on this and other lands. How one generation succeeded another. How each Circle of Life, depending on the saturation with light, carried something new, and how people perceiving this light changed. Then dusk came and people seemed to fall asleep, having no connection with the light. The connection between the worlds was broken. But gradually the night gave way to day and everything returned to normal again. He was definitely not in this world now, although physically he was still in the same place. Suddenly he seemed to have returned a step lower than he had just been. He saw how everything around him was as if saturated with Air, which was as alive as he was and the fire and the trees and the ocean and the earth under his feet. Air was absolutely everywhere and Alyosha was now also air, or maybe he was just Spirit. But even the air was not the same everywhere. He was different too. It was like there were different trees in the forest, but together they formed a forest. It seemed that the air was saturated with dreams. At that moment, he actually saw them. They were completely different, kind and not very, because even on earth, day is followed by night. And depending on the light, these dreams were not alike.

At will, the boy moved where he wanted. But he didn't just want to fly somewhere and flew, as it seemed to him at first. As if someone was directing him to where he was needed! Guided by the light of the sun in one place, he rose up, and another spirit strove to take the place where the void had formed. He turned to face the sun and for some reason raised his hands to meet him. He wanted to reach out to him and say something. But he just had no words. There was gratitude in his heart, which he could not, at that moment, express in words. So he just thought: "Glory to you Yarilo-Sun" !! And for some reason he added: "U-RA".

Together with their grandfather, they also stood on the cliff, but already facing the sun. How much time had passed Alyosha did not know. Maybe a few minutes, maybe several thousand years. It didn't matter at that moment. The boy looked at Grandfather. He smiled, as if he was reading his thoughts like an open book and felt everything that he had just experienced. And until that day, there was a feeling that he was always somewhere near. But today, it was a different feeling. Today it has become knowledge. Alyosha now knew what it was. He and Grandfather were "Close in Spirit." This is what the people say, but not everyone understands what exactly this means. They seemed to be the same. Their ultimate essence was the same. They were part of the Spirit of Wisdom. Just like the warriors were part of the "Warrior Spirit". And travelers are part of the "Spirit of Wanderings". But at the same time, they were all particles of the original light.

- Well, what else is there to add - said Grandfather smiling. Usually, it is not possible to lead a person to the place where he should come alone, but as you can see, there are exceptions to this rule. Everything that you saw in the World of Pravi, in words in the World of Yavi, probably cannot be explained to anyone. And in the World of Glory, images will not work either. One word: each world has its own laws and its own language, according to the earthly say if.

In the nature of the World of Reveal, this is how it is manifested. The air around is Spirit. All-pervading, all-embracing and omnipresent, one might say, but invisible to us. That is why it sometimes seems that he does not exist at all. It is closest of all to the World of Rule, from the fact that it contains what people call ether, and in Russian speaking, the particles of the primordial Light. All Worlds are woven from this Light. We can call the world of Rule the world of pure light. In some worlds there is more Light, in others less. There are many worlds, and spirits cannot be counted in them, and souls, even more so. But more on that another time. So there you go! Air wanted to get somewhere and turned into Wind. The Wind is his Will. This is why our ancestors said: "Will is the power of your Spirit." How to understand it.

Spirit is what you want, you can say it is Hunt in its purest form, Dream, its very Essence. Spirit is what it wants initially. And he is not alone. In the old days they were also called Villas. There are spirits of Knowledge, Wanderings, Battles, Creation, Protection, Augmentation, Wisdom, Continuation of the Family, etc.

Will is the striving of the Spirit. The Spirit only manifests itself through the Will. We don't seem to see clean air. And the wind only manifests itself through other elements of the world. Through the waves in the sea, the direction of the movement of clouds in the sky or the rustle of the foliage of the trees. On the earth, this is probably the easiest way to explain. There are spirits of space, they strive to overcome it, there are Spirits of Wisdom - they strive to comprehend it, there are also Spirits of Death - they strive to pass from one world to another. Death is, after all, a simple transition from one world to another. Change of Dimension is created. So that!

In man, unlike nature, the Spirit is hidden inside, and in nature, on the contrary, outside, as it were. So there you go! In a person, the Spirit must be manifested. It can manifest itself through the Mind, Soul and Body. And when the spirit is manifested, then the original light is poured out of a person. But for the manifestation of the spirit, conditions are necessary. One of the conditions is LAD. Without Lada with oneself and the world, the Spirit in a person does not manifest itself as needed. Remember this. That is, a person, one might say, Appeared in the world, but has not yet Manifested. Until he manifests, he does not emit pure light, because garbage in the soul, darkness in the mind and clamps in the body hinder him. They say about this: "Out of harmony with myself." The path of a person from appearance to manifestation of his essence (Spirit) is now called Essence.

Look further. If there is garbage in the soul, then there will be smoke from it. Smoke distorts light. This means that the light will no longer pour on the ground clean. And if it is not pure, then it is not complete, which means not original, but changed. The spirit carries light, it is closest of all to the World of Rule, the world of truth - remember this. His power is manifested through the Will. Will is the desire to do what the Light tells the Spirit to do. The command of the light is Co-message. Well, we'll talk about that later. There is still a whole Life ahead - Grandfather laughed.

- Do they make fortunetelling at the stake out of garbage? - Alyosha asked only this time.

- Of course no granddaughters! How, through an unclean Spirit, can pure Light manifest itself? - Grandfather laughed.