Arcady Petrov Creation of the World[1]

By Arkady Petrov A Russian Scientist Currently Living in Moscow, Russia

CREATION OF THE UNIVERSE

SAVE YOURSELF Translation from Russian to English by Simon Kudrov who is a Russian living in Florida, New Hampshire and St. Petersburg, Russia. Simon is a student of life, Student of A Course In Miracles and a therapist, dedicated to his own enlightenment. He is currently looking for an Agent and Publisher in the United States to publish this book for the American Audience. Simon Kudrov Florida Home Phone Number: 941-346-0790 New Hampshire Home Phone Number: 603-528-4216 Mobile Phone Number: 646-327-9549 (Does not work while he is in New Hampshire) Email: [email protected]

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Preface Everything that happened in this book, did not happened somewhere on a distant planet. No. Everything has happened here - on our planet Earth with the people who live here right now. Everyone who would take the trouble to read this book, could perceived it as a fiction or reality, because all the events described in this book have a straight connection with such a phenomena as a manageable clairvoyance. Those who have such an ability, could travel through their conscience up into cosmos and deep down to the bottom of the ocean. They can easily go into the ancient past and to the mysterious world of the biological cell. My story is autobiographical. I am sharing with you what I know in chronological order, the same order of events I went through stepping from one step of initiation to another, turning one page of life after another. I received the right to share with you some of my knowledge by my personal choice in this particular moment. Through the entire history of the human race, we are interconnecting and interacting with a mysterious world which we never could comprehend or rationally explain. There were always a chosen few who possessed an incredible ability to predict the future, to rule the atmosphere processes, to heal incurable illnesses etc. Even thought that knowledge was carefully hidden from the masses, nevertheless, the literature of such a phenomena was growing through the centuries. It is pity that the average reader will not learn much from these writings. The reader might learn some of the terminologies and learn about some unusual events, and that is about it. The sacred knowledge is still passing on whether from teacher to student or through some unknown, unexplainable way, incomprehensible even for those chosen clairvoyants . Today we are witnessing a spiritual processes all over the world of Global and even 2

Cosmic proportions. It is not an accident that during the last century our view on the nature of human kind and his purpose of existence in the Universe has been dramatically changed. Everybody is talking about the Aquarian era, about a new time to come… People are in a state of high, even mystical expectations on the edge of the Millenniums. Virgil, the greatest Roman poet, predicted the coming of Jesus The Christ: “The Century awaiting renovation. The World of the first days and the Truth on our threshold. And a new youth is coming from the sky“. - “Eclogs”, 4. Today, new prophets are predicting His second coming. This is a sign that the time has come to uncover the mysteries and the secret teachings of the past for the masses. Of course, the comprehension of the esoteric knowledge and practice will not come instantaneously. This new education will take time to integrate. Today we can confirm the fact that many of those who are enlightened have received permission from the Higher Sources to reveal their sacred knowledge. I would like to ask the atheist reader to keep an open mind and not perceive this book as sheer fantasy. To the people with a religious persuasion, I would ask to not perceive it as heresy. I repeat myself: my story is autobiographical. The people in my book are real. Most of them are alive and well today. I have tried to write more from my personal experience rather than explanations on theory or technical aspects of the esoteric. How and why have a certain chosen few received this sacred knowledge? What is the level of enlightenment required to become an Enlightened person? How should we live our lives and what is the purpose of living? If my reader is really serious about these questions, if he decides to work on himself to overcome his ego in order to elevate himself on another level of existence - I would consider my task is being fulfilled. Each of us has his own way to God and his own way to serve Him. This book was written in a somewhat unusual style. It is something that looks unreal yet is infused with reality. The interesting thing, that many of you might consider, is to look at the fantastic events as real and vise versa, the “real things” as the fantasy. My book is about my personal experiences and the people who have helped me on my journey. This book is also about the events that took place in the past-present, and futurenow. Precisely in this order the coordinates of time exist, because the present is always happening on the edge of two streams: past and future. The word “Now” is only possible when somebody spoke it in the Past and heard it in the Future. At the end of the Second Millennium many people,- some with fear, some with hope,have awaited the prophecies promised by the holy scriptures - Armageddon, Apocalypses, Golden Era. Then, after looking around, some started to breath easily, nothing happened. Some were disappointed “Is everything going to be as usual?”. After reading this book, you will understand why the immortal Man has been distant from his Father. What the meaning of the Original Sin was. What is awaiting Human beings in this newly opened and discovered space. The three books I have written will

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lead you first to a new world, to a new knowledge in the third millennium: “Save Yourself”; “Save The World Within You”; “Save The World Around You” They will lead you from mortality to immortality, from fear and passive existence to a memory of yourself and your place in the eternal Cosmos which is patiently awaiting your awakening with unconditional Love. I am sure that my experience is absolutely unique. I have had an opportunity to receive, through the process of the Higher Initiations, unbelievable knowledge, which is of most importance for all living on this Earth today.

Chapter 1.

In June of 1996, I was admitted to the hospital. I had a severe kidney disease. My spirit was on the all time low. This illness took over my life without any mercy, forcing me to change plans, break obligations and promises. Just a few months before, I was appointed as a director of a Publishing House “Artistic Literature”. During the era of the Soviet Union, this agency was one of the biggest in the whole world, but in the time I took the position, the whole Soviet system has collapsed, and “Artistic Literature” was in very bad shape. I was faced with multibillion debts, a disorganized personnel and an atmosphere of fear anticipating an upcoming disaster. The material part was also in total disarray: the computer support was taken out by the previous director who disappeared with it without a trace. The renowned writers of Russia wrote to President Eltsin about this scandalous situation in “ArtLit”. They demanded to stop the plundering of the House. They compared the importance of the “ArtLit” with Bolshoy Theatre and the Hermitage. The other comparisons made was with sinking “Titanic” . Many articles were written in major newspapers regarding this situation. There were petitions signed by many famous people involved in the arts such as actors, writers, and critics . There was a persistent tone of anxiety in the air. Some people felt that any efforts made to save the publishing house were futile, others demanded extra funds from the government to delay the time of its collapse. But the government did not have any money, and they did what any government would do in such a situation: they changed the management of the House. It does not cost them extra money but in the public eye it looked as if they were taking action. They promised me moral support with some financial support in the future. The offer for the directorial position in the House came from the highly respected and very famous writer, Boris Andreevich Mozhaev. He headed the Federal Program of Publishing in Russia at the time. This offer was a total surprise for me. I already had my own publishing agency “The Culture” in a small town “Pushkin” near Moscow. My business was prospering, I knew exactly what I wanted - what else could I ask for? I was very aware from the press of the critical situation that developed at “The Artistic 4

Literature”. They did not published a single book for the whole year. The editors who spoke a few different languages, had a salary of $20.00 a month. They were threats to cut off the electrical power, the heat and the phone for the unpaid bills. The possibility of bankruptcy and the selling the House in an auction became a reality, and some people were welcoming it. The very people who instigated the downfall of the House were ready to buy the building on Basmannaya which was occupied by the House, and move in not as guests but as the owners. At first, I did not want to accept this directorial position because first of all the situation with the House was critical; and second, I was offered the post of vice-president of the Humanistic section of the International Academy of Information. I realized that to hold these two very important positions would be a very difficult task. I was full of doubts but temptations were very high because we were talking about the “The Artistic Literature” the most famous Publishing House of Russia, and also, the personal request of Boris Andreevic was a great honor. Boris Andreevich and I met a very long time ago, and in the years of our friendship I acquired great admiration for this man, his character, and his resilience and aimed to be like him, somewhat consciously but mostly on an unconscious level. I understood that the strong hero of his novel “Alive!” - Feodor Kouzkin is the essence of the author himself. His own life was not an easy ride. Despite all obstacles, he patently and skillfully endured the heavy punches of life. He would always touch his beard and say with a smile: “Still alive!” and continue his work. As any true artist, he understood that his destiny is a path of struggle. Maybe not as historically significant as the path of Solszhenitsin, whom he bravely defended, but not less difficult. Contrary to Alexander Isayevich who was always aware of his historical significance, Mozhaev was carrying his cross with a smile, looking on his communist party-bosses with a smirk. He deeply felt the indifference of the Soviet system towards the individual. He realized that for the Soviet bureaucrat a human being is not a divine treasure of the Universe , but only a small, insignificant part of the system. The System, while impudently invading our souls and violating our privacy, could not understand that the major threat of its existence would come from those, visibly agreeable but carefully preserving the central core of the Russian character people. The simple people - men and women, about whom Mozhaev wrote his novels with such a warmth and love. He wrote that nothing good could come out of blood, crime, and violence. He was calling for a harmony in a spiritual life. He was extremely disappointed when he saw how, in the last few years, the old system was replaced with a new one, as heartless and soulless as the old and with the same Imperial attitude. Through his books one can gain understanding into the meaning of the life of all those people who became frustrated and despaired through the destructive processes of the Russian modern world. How could I refused the request of such a person? His trust of me and his high regards to the dynamic life of our publishing agency “The Culture” were extremely flattering. I agreed.

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The Commission of Publishing conducted an opening of the position for a director of “The Artistic Literature” which I won. After all of the ceremonial formalities, the real problems and issues with the House were unaddressed. At this time Mozhaev was gravely ill. I was appointed to the position in January, and on March 2, Boris Andreevich died. Maybe feelings of emptiness and abandonment were forcing my illness. At the time I did not know and understand many things, “what is life, what is death?” even though I was already at a mature age. During the funeral ceremony, over the casket of my teacher, I made a promise that I would do everything in my power to save “The Artistic Literature”, and not let it die. Three months had passed from that day. The problems in the house were growing in a downward spiral motion. At this very critical moment, my two kidneys refused to work. The doctors advised to take out one of them, the left one. The feelings of hopelessness, desperation, and impossibility to change the situation with my own willpower were haunting me. In one of those not very joyful, sleepless nights something clicked in me like a switch. I began to see vividly events that took place thousands of years ago and, in some peculiar way, how those events were interconnected with our time, with my personal situation. This suggested to me that this profound experience was not accidental. No, it was not a dream. Those were visions. The brightness and brilliance of color in the picture was of such magnitude that it superseded the common vision of the human eye. This alone was so stunning and overwhelming that I forgot my illness and began to write down everything I saw through my inner vision. Two years later those writings were transform to my novel “Eldibor”. To the average person this novel is a fantasy or what they called in the West, “ Science Fiction”. It is not an explanation or prediction of some scientific break through like Jule Vern, but more like a meaningful fantasy of Ray Bradbury for example. But I saw this “fantasy” with my own inner sight! It is impossible that such vivid visions were only a product of my imagination. The imagination is a process of thoughts but not of emotions. Everyone can read my novel. The events that unfolded in my life during my work on the novel “Eldibor” were intertwined with what I was writing about at such a degree, that I finally understood, my visions are part of my real life. I did not need to add any fantasy to the revelations that broke through to my life from the spiritual world. It became part of my real existence, my destiny. I simply had no right to give up my visions to the fictional heroes, phantoms of virtual reality. Everything began during a dream. I felt that some unknown force all of a sudden took me out from myself and threw me into the darkness. The darkness carried me, spinning me faster and faster, up and down like on a big spiral , and suddenly threw me out on a hard, covered with small stones, surface. I stood up feeling excruciating pain in my whole body and looked around. The place

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where I was thrown to by an unknown force was covered with flickering light as if coming out of a vibrating crystal bowl. I could not see anything as I was engulfed by thick clouds of swirling fog in front of me, beside me, beneath my feet, or anywhere I tried to look. Impatience and annoyance overcame me all at once, and even though those feelings had not taken a clear thought form yet, it seems like they were thrown out in the direction of my glance. Enforced by some incredible power connected to them, they struck the fog with a bouncy, physically tangible wave, and the fog began to move and melt away. I hardly had time to jump out, being burned by the heat of the eternal fire. The whole space around me was filled with a fire which was rising and falling like an orange fog in the red dim-light, throwing shafts of sparks. Twinkling and melting, and reviving again inside the waves of moving plasma, oscillation of flame gave birth to musical vibrations that formed fiery patterns. Everything in front of me consisted of a sound and color, furious like the flooding of a fiery river during a volcanic eruption, and delicate like a web in an autumn forest. Blues, greens, yellows, browns, and rose filled the space and all this brilliance of color was dancing in front of me alternating with bright sparks and black reflections of lava. It was a symphony of Genesis, that in the dance of self-revelation, was revealed a flash of the Universe. The sounds, that were carried on the edge of flames, falling down or rising up, merged in its fall and rise whether with quiet whisper of a million fairy creatures, or the threatening roar of angry plasma, or the sad songs of falling stars. The person who was I and not I at the same time and whom is better to call He, made one step back and almost fell still holding his balance an arms distance from the edge of a gigantic spinning tornado. Inside its enormous belly you could hear some sobbing, and voices, see flashes of fading silhouettes, pieces of destroyed reality, and blocks of ice in deep, thick water. Thunders and sparks of lightening had muffled for the moment the roar of the open abyss. The world had come to an end. The only thing left was chaos. He made a few steps back. The abyss was filled once again with fog. He was standing on a hard stoned surface. This surface had extended as far as the human eye could see, almost to an eternity. He sensed that if he would even try to walk on those stones despite its emptiness and hopelessness, he would need an eternity to reach the end of it, because it was made out of eternity. He turned around. The fog did not dissolved yet but receded, revealing the same uneven surface of a valley. The horror of being stuck in this place superseded his fear of moving forward and forced him to step into the waves of the retreating fog . Now he understood: he had to be very careful. The world around him was extremely

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sensitive and responsive to every movement of his soul, every wish he had, to all the strengths that lay deep down in his being. The fog was very dangerous. It could materialize any kind of surface under his feet: an endless abyss or a rippling swamp. He was left with a choice, which would not be possible if he disappeared. The person who took my place knew this for a fact, because he had been on this plateau many times before. This place was the beginning of his journey, the end of which he never knew. He carefully began to move forward even though the surrounding fog made it impossible to have any sense of direction. Space and Time in this place took on a different meaning, which could not be measured by the common understanding of geometry and physics. In this place to move forward meant to walk on an invisible spiral-type coordinate of time into a somewhat different reality to which he unconsciously was drawn to. He patiently moved forward checking every step in front of him. The distance he had to travel did not bother him. He knew by some unknown deeply buried knowledge, which in this between-world place could be described as an intuition, that in his journey the main thing was not the distance but the direction. One false step and he would disappear into an endless space in the Universe. Therefore, before taking another step, he had to carefully listen to the sounds in his mind, and trust only one of them by dismissing the others. Suddenly, he felt some movement under his feet. That something became alive and started to rise out from a stone with a horrible roar. He did not know what it was but felt its enormous size and threat. To fear and retreat in this situation was as dangerous as to move rapidly forward. He ordered his brain to extract into his bloodstream one of the most active regulators of the nervous system to lower his blood pressure and slow the contraction of his heart. He did not allow even a drop of fear to penetrate his conscience. The ability to regulate the internal processes by his willpower saved him. The creature that emerged from the stone calmed down, became quiet, and again integrated into the stone surface. This surface covered the whole external world but emerged from the internal one. He realized that he did not belong to either of them anymore. He needed to decide which voice to listen to: the voice of fear or of intuition. Ahead of him was danger but danger that could be tamed by his willpower which he was now successful in using. The unknown was awaiting him in every other direction. This unknown could be either friendly or unfriendly, which was impossible to determine. All the voices in his head were very unclear and hard to understand. But one of them seemed to be familiar. It was coming from the place that almost swallowed him and which was before him now. He made his choice. He stepped on a stone that became alive and he started running toward fog, disregarding all caution. The surface under him started to move again but not to the point at which he could loose his balance.

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Now for sure it was not possible to stop even for a second. He was running using all his power but trying to keep his inner cool on that moving stone surface. He ran through the fog of many universes, times, and spaces, to the unknown forward or backward, up or down, past or future. To somewhere… He made a few big jumps and finally saw the one who was calling him. This man looked like a ghost in the pieces of fog. He was wearing an old, tarnished with blood tunic. His neck was unnaturally twisted, possibly from an old injury. His long hair and beard were uncontrollably shaking but his eyes, full of hatred, looked straight on the stranger. - Stay where you are - Yelled the ghost stretching out his hand. The power of hatred in his voice forced him to obey the command. Suddenly the ghost made a strange motion as if to cross or mark the space in front of him with some particular sign, and everything around began to swing . The stranger could hear the sound of the flutter of huge wings near his face. Sensing the immediate danger, without thinking, automatically, as if the power that forced him to act was within him on the level if instinct. He commanded to the shadow of his body to come to light and became transparent. A moment later the claws of the creature went through him without causing any damage. - How could you do that ? - asked the hoarse voice of the ghost. - Have you been creating in Bardo Idama? - Do not give sacred things to dogs. They could throw it to manure. Do not throw a pearl to swine - answered the stranger in esoteric tongue and strictly asked: - Who are you, and why did you stop me? - Who am I ? - the ghost laughed in his hoarse voice. - And you are asking me? You! Sound of his cry dissolved the fog, and the stranger could see the face of the man in front of him. This face looked somewhat unreal like it was made out of pieces of the fog that surrounded him but his eyes were real, and the fire of life was beaming out of them. - What did I do to you? - the stranger asked again - Good God. Always the same things. - answered the ghost with a tone of sarcasm and sorrow, and the strange, crooked, ugly neck of his began moving back and forth. - You do not remember, you do not know… What a happiness - to forget everything. But I was denied such a happiness. He again raised his hand and made some motion. A dull, hypnotic pain went through the stranger’s brain, and it felt like his body was filled with lead. He felt that some other will went into him and tried to separate his brain cells. He needed to suppress his anger and find a balance between irritation and action, to form an impenetrable wall of calmness, and try to push away from his inner self the foreign unfriendly power that was too dangerous in this place of daydreams. But it seems like he was late this time. Centrifugal forces had sped up their movement and drew him into a dangerous whirlpool into the holograms of life which were strung on the protein strings of the brains neurons. This empowered the unchangeable uncertainty of reality which unfolded the potential of a new condition moving away from Inner Potential.

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With his last desperate effort, he held in his disintegrated mind the thought that came from deep within his essence: “It is necessary to make two as one, internal made external, and vise versa; up as down and down as up; man and woman as one in order for man to not be man, and woman to not be woman; to make an eye in place of an eye, and an arm in place of an arm; a leg instead of leg an image instead of an image, then the inner light will show the way to Idam”. The stranger came to an inner agreement with this concept, which emerged from the unknown, and his previous reality fell apart. It was as if he was thrown from death into birth by the very powerful force of his willpower and into a world where a thought is in search for the flesh of its embodiment. He was blinded by the brilliant light of bright colors. They radiated with empathy and love. Everything around had expressed the readiness to help and protect - all those beautiful colors and sounds, all those wishes were charging forward to meet his fear and prayer. In the fraction of a second, he had restored the strength of his personal Potential and began to create a new unveiled Reality. The mysterious enemy, who was observing the disintegration of the stranger’s physical body with a sense of satisfaction, was very surprised when he saw how from the disorderly chaotic movements of energies, which were separated by some magical force, suddenly emerged strange entities which hung in the air and positioned themselves in a clear geometric square like form. There was a three-headed dragon with a crown made of precious stones in each head, two large spheres - red and orange, and the All Seeing Eye. The dragon looked to the man in the stained tunic with a sense of disapproval and turn around. From the mouth of his central head emerged a straight beam of blue light and struck the place where stranger had been standing just a moment before. The same beams came out from the spheres and the Eye. The four beams had formed an upside down pyramid, the end of which was pointed on the chaotic splashes of dying energies. Suddenly, in the crossway of the beams emerged a strange silhouette of a two-headed man. One head was the head of a woman, and the other of a man. His huge muscles radiated strength unknown to the Earth. This was a god which was called: The first of the clan. He stretched as if to examine the flexibility of his new body and sent a threatening look to the one who was the reason for his sudden transmutation. The dragon, the spheres, and the Eye had shrank and integrated into this gods newly formed body. “ I ought to have expected it! “ cried the man with a crooked neck. “The Dragon, the Sun, Jupiter, and the All Seeing Eye - with such an alliance, you can afford to be fearless. Maybe I am not as powerful as you are” continued the adversary with a bitterness in his voice, “ but I have a hate which you don’t, I can wait thousands and thousands of years for you to make a mistake“. The tone of voice and expression on the face of the man in the tarnished tunic looked

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somewhat familiar to the stranger who was transformed to a god, and some unclear memories came to his mind. “You must have learned a lot if you could go through this cursed place and come out alive” expressed horse voice with both admiration and bitterness at the same time. “But it would be much better if you disappeared here” he said with a new forced hatred in his voice “because I can think out something even more intricate, and then your soul would experience the same sufferings mine did. Extreme rage and hate disfigured the face of this man to such a degree that it was unclear why he did not just attack the god. Just in case the god became ready to raise the space in front of him even though he realized how dangerous it could be. But all of a sudden, this strange man became quiet, and only his eyes were filled with the fire of hate. “Why did you attack me?” said the god. “ I will tell, tell, tell you since you asked me. Because of you, I have been wandering in the space of Dreams for almost two thousand years with only one purpose and one thought - to pay you back for my suffering. I will always wait for you and bring you to the most deadly of places. There, where you stand right now, blood has been spilled already. Many self-important magicians found their grave right here. This space knows the taste of blood and still has thirst for it. If it was not for your cursed skills, which I must admit you have reached an incredible level, your journey would end right here, and I would overtake your earthly body and would go back by the use of resonance waves. But we have time - you and I. You cannot change anything over there, where you are going and your suffering will be in vain. Oh, the burden of my hatred to you is too heavy”. “I do not understand, why do you hate me?” said the god with a genuine tone of regret. “But do not interfere anymore. I must find my path“. “Go, go” said the one who abstracted his way. “You have no business staying here any longer and remember ,besides magical skill and high protection, there is something called luck, and this luck is not going to be on your side all the time. All of a sudden, he made a step forward, and his face, contorted with ferocious malice, came close to the face of god. “But remember, I am always waiting for you. I will never forget this.” he pointed his finger to an uneven, ugly scar around his neck, “I will never forget it, trust me“. And then he disappeared like he never was there. The man who was calling from the darkness, had dissolved without a trace. For a moment the god was preoccupied with his thoughts, but started to move again as if something other than his own power was forcing him. His mind was full of expectations for upcoming changes. All of a sudden the fog disappeared and with it the endless surface covered with small stones. The sun was high, and the sky was blue. The god was standing on the top of a mountain, around which were other mountains covered with trees. Somewhere the faraway sound of the sea could be heard. Streams were running down from the

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mountains through the valley to a sea. Never on Earth had he seen such a beautiful place, but somehow, this place was somewhat familiar, and he knew he had been to these mountains before, . Vague feelings that everything that had happened to him now had happened before, overtook him. But again, using his willpower, he suppressed those feelings before they could take the form of a wish which could set in motion a new transform of space. It was dangerous because he did not yet completely restore his memory. From the mountain he saw a narrow like serpentine path. The god stepped on it and started to walk down. With every step he was gaining more and more confidence and finally was absolutely sure that the space around him had taken solid form. It seemed like these forms came from deep within his being. This is something which he could not fully comprehend remember and which was living deep inside his soul with the vague feeling of uncovered secrets. He confidently walked in an evenly rhythmic pace. He was sure by now that he finally found his own way regardless of what was awaiting him: death or immortality. The excitement of the discovery was so high that the god did not noticed the drastic changes that had happened in his appearance. His two heads became one, his short hair had grown and became so long that it covered his shoulders. A beard covered his chin, his nose became straight, and his eyes went deeper like of a person who suffered from insomnia for a very long time. His whole body became smaller and lighter. His clothes also had changed. Now he was wearing a long shirt from some raw fabric, over which he curried a bedspread over a shoulder covered with dust. He had sandals on his feet, supported by leather laces, and his head was covered with a headscarf made of white linen. In his new appearance, the god walked through groves of olive trees, the sound of birds voices , and the fading beams of a sunset. He had heard a rustle in the thicket and a weak sound of the movement of trees that created a long, sad whisper. His feet finally felt the secure surface of land, and his skin responded with a gratitude to the tender, light breeze of the air. He was walking farther and farther down, overtaken by astounding realization that he had finally fulfilled his wish. Everything around was exactly what he had been looking for, for such a long time. The narrow path all of a sudden had merged with a road. He passed a sheepfold, surrounded with a live fence of buckthorn. There were carts full of baskets filled with lentils, peas, and onions. Donkeys, calves, sheep, and goats crowded together by the carts with a few men and women around them. But nobody noticed him. A half-an-hour later, he could see far away a panoramic view of an ancient city. The city was protected by high crisp white thick walls. Temples and palaces erected high up revealed their grandeur. Squares of the living quarters covered the nearby hills. All of a sudden, he recognized this place. He was here many times, and as many times, forgot it. He remembered his destiny in the country that laid before him. As if mesmerized, he looked on a space unfolding in front of him . His pace became faster

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and faster and turned into a run. His uncomfortable sandals interfered with the rhythm, but he continued his run till the air became like a fiery knife in his throat. His strength was gone and his legs were shaking, refusing to work. Only by sheer willpower did he force himself to move forward, toward his destiny where death and immortality were awaiting him. A small stone under his sandal had twisted and threw him off balance. The god awkwardly waved his hands in the air and fell on the road. These were the kind of “pictures” I saw. It was like watching a move made by a genius director. I did not know at the time that these retrospective chain of the events from two thousand years ago would directly effect not only my present condition but also my future. The future had not yet come, but according to the laws of the Universe, unknown to us, it had already happened in some other dimension. In front of me a “merging” of my past and a future was awaiting. In the meantime, I was perceiving the events of life in an average manner. Those “pictures” seemed like sparks out of my creative inspiration. I did not suspect that it was a significant sign that promised a dramatic change in my life and destiny. The sign that proclaimed the eternity and endlessness of past and future. I tried to analyze this incredible phenomena through my real-life experience. All kinds of theories and discoveries of a natural and philosophical science were being tossed around in my mind. I tried to “attach” my visions to something already familiar in my average life, until the name of Carl Gustav Jung emerged from deep down within my memory. This psychiatrist from Switzerland, one of the most famous followers and critics of Sigmund Freud - the father of Psychoanalysis, he came closer than any of his contemporaries to the understanding that the human being is not an accidental specie of the Universe. He was convinced that some non-material world existed. This world, by his definition, was called the Collective Unconscious which holds the whole knowing of past, present and future, and from which all human knowledge comes. These were the ideas of Plato in a modern form. It is not a label but a point to a connection of times and traditions. This Collective Unconscious does not obey the laws of time and space. It is beyond time and space. It connects with the material world through the psyche. In other words, something that connects to the soul. And maybe it is the soul itself that connects the material body with this Collective Unconscious. In this case, the unconscious is a revelation of a non-material space in the material world, and the Collective Unconscious is the project of the development of the Universe. Jung was concerned for the future of humanity. In 1958, when talks of UFOs just began, he wrote an essay: “Contemporary Mythology. The Omen of The Sky”. In its preface, he addresses “to those few who are willing to listen”, and talked about a necessity to be ready for the processes, that signify the end, one of the greatest epochs of world’s history. “Frankly, I am very concerned about destiny of all those, who, without necessary preparation, will be taken by surprise during the coming events, who will find themselves with bound arms and legs and without any understanding as to what is going on. As far as I know, nobody yet has raised a question about the psychological consequences of these

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upcoming changes”. I could relate to those ideas. The upcoming events were not a threat to my psyche but perhaps was the beginning of a profound transformation in my head? One evening, when I was laying down in my hospital bed and watching TV, I closed my eyes for a moment and, all of a sudden, again a white, very bright dot had burst out from the darkness and had exploded from within me. Once again I was neither in my hospital room nor in this world in general. I was sucked into some kind of tunnel, where I started to move with an incredible speed through a twisting hallway which looked like a flexible hose. The next thing I knew I was in the Collective Unconscious, which by Jung’s conviction, is constantly creating and making a more complex development of the Universe. Later it became known to me, that this particular event, which looked like a dream, is extremely important for the evolution of any human being. Even an accidental visit to this Collective Unconscious is a ticket to the world of the most incredible adventures in this life, and life on the other side. In fact, this is a moment of the conception of a new world, which fertilizes the spirit of the human being. The unknown space, in which a structured, very fast moving environment was forming clear geometrical figures, had opened to me. Endless transformations were giving birth to rhombuses, balls, cones, cubes, half-spheres, and many others more complicated constructions. These figures were instantly lightened, some times by a tender sun-like ochre. Other times by a stern mercury-like metallic, or a bright ultramarine, and were carried away obeying a complicated but somewhat certain rhythm. Everything was so beautiful and clear and was constantly changing in eternal space. Everything was penetrated with a very powerful, mathematically precise impulse of life. I do not want to say that it was a better world than ours. Simply, it was very different. This was a world of mathematics, precise geometrical forms in endless transformation, impulses, and vibrations. In this space, where there is no land and sky, I was standing on emptiness. And each of the many, high-speeded geometrically interconnected occurrences, were carefully moving around my, evidently not planed presence. All of a sudden, as if from a painted canvas of Salvador Dali and from the depth of eternity, in a zigzag formation raced three dazzling white spheres. They were pulling with them red elastic hoses. These hoses were sensibly vibrated with the powerful swift life of an unknown consciousness. They stopped in front of me, like they were examining me to see if there was any threat that could come out of my unwelcome presence. Realizing I was harmless they calmed down and carried away their endless hoses into eternity. The spheres evidently were serving guards duty, and the fact that they were not unfriendly toward me did give me something to think about.

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Suddenly, in front of me one of the pyramids had opened up. Its walls just simply fell out to the side as four even triangles opening up a view of some mechanism from which were jumping out, back and forth, different types of small wheels, cylinders, balls, strange hammers, levers, and counterbalances. All of them were silently and purposefully doing their work around a half-transparent prism. This occurrences had struck me twice. The second time was during a lecture at the Academy of Information, where I was elected as vice-president. In addition to everything I had experienced in my first vision, in this second journey I saw a very strange clock with many very long threads of different color. Those threads were going in different directions and had covered everything in the space. There was also a sand-clock, which turned to the right on its own and started up some kind of mystical process. All this time I was not dreaming. This occurred during my conversation with the instructor. This kind of geometrically formed space is one of many, in fact there are thousands like it, all very different, and behind each of them, there is a mystery of the Universe. The problem is, that regardless of the fact that many others have testified having experienced the same phenomena, it is still impossible to verify it by using conventional measurements especially since not everyone could clearly articulate their experience. Psychologists usually classify these stories as delirious hallucinations, which may be caused by some infectious decease, brain injury, alcoholism, drug-addiction, or epilepsy. But how can anyone deny the fact that this reality exists and simply disregard it as a subjective illusion or hallucination.

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Another person who shared my hospital room was Boris Orlov. Very soon we became friends. The irony of Boris’s situation was that he had built the hospital where we were now laying. At the time, he was the head of a big construction company “Bekeron”, and before that, he was the director of a huge plant of building materials in Uzbekistan. Therefore, he was able to maintain his success in business during Russia’s shift into the capitalist system. This man had a very strong personality, was very well educated with a clear, sharp mind. He could easily and almost instantly calculate many different ways of solving a problem and easily reach his goal. He believed in dreams, meaningful signs, and another reality beyond common perception. He was looking for an opportunity to travel with somebody into the unknown even if just by talking about it. I told him about my visions. He was not surprised. He said that because of his ulcer, he had gone three times through the process of resuscitation and during these processes, being in a state between life and death, he saw the same pictures of a geometrical space.

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I suspect that Plato knew about these strange dimensions of reality and therefore was convinced that the world of ideas was as real, as the world of objects and maybe even more real. Plato insisted that the earthly objects were nothing more than shadows of ideas, and our whole material reality is somewhat just an illusion. But do not try to test it. Do not try to break a wall with your head. Nature created this world for some purpose. In this world the illusion of life is equal to life itself, and the illusion of death is equal to a death, and a perception that we are yet unable to change. Boris Orlov became my trusted listener. He was the first one to whom I revealed my experiences. Somebody else could think that I was insane. In the meantime, the visions were falling on my pour brain like a waterfall, and, what was really amazing was that they did not interfere with my perception of everyday realities. It was like there were two different worlds - one was our of evident reality, and the other was of the collective unconscious which radiated toward me and opened me up to many new perceptions. “ It is obvious that some invisible, unknown, omnipresent mighty power does exist in our world” said Boris. “ People call it God or The Higher Conscience. It all depends on perceptions, but everybody can feel it or sense it because without it the meaning of life would vanish. If there is no God, then what would be the difference between a human and a butterfly? And what does it matter how long we live -a thousand years or one minute if the experience of life would disintegrate with us and we would not be able to share it with anyone? And if we were just a simple type of animal species, the result of an accidental merge of molecules, why then do we not live by the laws of the animal world? If that were the case, mere survival would be the only focus of our life. But humans, for some reason, created a culture… If there is no God, then everything is in vain. Only the mindless sheep and the academicians from your Academy of science, who are preoccupied with the idea of their self importance and grandeur, do not understand this concept”. Some ideas of Boris were quite original for me. “That is why people say that life goes in stripes: happy and unhappy moments go one after another, exactly in this strict order. Why is that? Because people do not understand that they are responsible for their own decisions. For them it is simple: I want something, I ought to get it. But can you handle it, and what do you have to pay for a pleasure?” “It seams like here we both pay for something” I answered, meaning our being in hospital beds. “Yes, both of us” agreed Boris. “But the “pictures” are shown only to you. Lets investigate this. Why did you agree to head the “ARTLIT”? “It is the destiny of my life to be like a fireman” I jokingly reply . “When there is a fire or destruction, there is Petrov the savior. I can not live a quiet life in general. If you would offer me a position in your company and give me a salary ten times bigger than my own, I would not accept it, because you have more then enough highly qualified employees. You really don’t need me. But I promised to Mozhayev to save “ARTLIT” and I will save it”. “Stop talking nonsense” answered Boris. “Just think what they are showing to you. The path of the Christ! And why? Don’t you understand where they are leading you? Somebody is trying to bankrupt your agency. Some very smart people in glasses are

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sitting and have tried to figure out how to take over a very attractive governmental property. They almost succeeded but there you came with an idea to save “ARTLIT“.the white knight on a white horse. It is a miracle that they did not crack your head yet in some dark alley. There is some serious money in question. You can analyze the situation yourself: first, they made the agency unprofitable. Second, they stole the whole technical support system. Then, they put on every floor of the building some fake representative of some fake company called: “The World Book League” and delegated to it all the rights for the “ARTLIT” . In reality, this “League” belonged to a known restaurant “Holsten”. The only thing left was the announcement of the “ARTLIT” bankruptcy” . “Maybe they want to privatize the Kremlin?” I became annoyed. “It was already privatized” laughed Boris, “and divided with everyone in it. They forgot to invite you. They were afraid that you might start to talk about your conscience in the matter and other unwelcome topics.” “I will try to save “ARTLIT” from it” I said. “Then, why are you in a hospital?” asked Boris. “What does this have anything to do with it?” I asked feigning surprise. “Hay, brother, as I asked you before: can you handle it?“ continued Boris with more laughter. “What do you have in order to save “ARTLIT”: big bucks, great connections in the Government? You said yourself that you were appointed this position, and the Ministry of Finance did not give you any money even thought they promised to, at least, pay the debts of the agency. The interest and the penalties will start to grow. Next, they will cut off your electricity, water, heating, and telephone.” “It has already been cut off.” “You see” responded Boris with a joy in his voice. “And you are still asking, why you are in the hospital. Because you have nothing to pay off these debts. You are paying now with your health. For that very reason they have shown you these pictures about the Christ. You are now a victim, and redeemer of the sins of others. Do you understand it? The Laws of Universe are very strict - you must pay for everything. And , what was the importance of agreeing to take such a position? You could have refused the offer. What did you want, fame and recognition? Now, you are facing the music with an I.V. in your arm.” The way Boris talked was brutal, but it made me think about was going on, and propelled me to observe the situation from a different perspective. Not from the position of a romantic hero, but from the position of an objectively thinking mind, which clearly understood that each decision has to rely on the capabilities, either spiritual or material, for its fulfillment. In parallel with these thoughts, some new themes started to develop in me with greater clarity, whether from my life or somebody else’s. Now, the person’s name who was walking from the past to my present, was Joshua.

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The sand, the damned sand. It began from the edges of a stoned plateau in the desert, emerging from endless small volcanoes that were erupting by the power of the suns heat. A burst of wind would raise the fractions of stones and would carry it like a swarm of wild bees. If a stranger or an animal would cross their path, it would bite them without any mercy like the sting of a live bee. The only one way to protect yourself from the sand, was to cover yourself with a headscarf. That was exactly what Joshua did beneath John‘s gaze of contempt. The brown eyes of John were lined with deep crooked wrinkles. These wrinkles made his face look like the face of a wild animal with sharp eyes, searching for his pray. They were also covered by a sickly whitish membrane. Nevertheless, the burning glance of his ill eyes was so intense that it penetrated the soul of Joshua. Joshua realized to whom his hate and contempt was directed and cringed. John detected the state of mind of the comer, who stood near by with a small group of people, and began to walk toward the group with wide, sweeping steps. His face, which was covered by purulent craters coated with an oily membrane, became strict. His dirty beard, threaded with gray hair, was shaking. “Are you trying to protect yourself with this shabby headscarf against the wrath of God?” asked the prophet with a tenacious glance which came through a small slit left open by the stranger for his eyes. The small and fragile body of the preacher from Nazareth looked pitiful. “On your knees!” The words of John were filled with force and aggression. This simple command had stirred up the crowd and forced them to come close and surround them. Joshua made an attempt to say something, but John cried again with a hysterical tone in his voice: “On your knees!” The eyes of the prophet were frozen with hate and wild fear. Joshua read and understood the thoughts of John, and that was not a very pleasant discovery. He sensed the threats in his deceptive quietness, and in his attempt to subdue his growing rage, his body began to shake. He sighed then cringed under his cover. An unbearable smell of rotten teeth struck his nose, which worsened his mood even more. He did not expect that this famous John the Baptist would be such a mean, ascetic person who killed in himself every ounce of humanity. “Why are you so sure that this is the wrath of God?” asked Joshua, accepting the challenge. John did not expect such a response, and for the moment he got confused. Now, he did not know what to say. He sat on a nearby stone and turned to the silent crowd across from Joshua. “If not God, then who? The devil?” asked John with a smirk on his face. “I do not think that either of them would bother themselves with such rubbish” answered the man from Nazareth in a quiet tone of voice. He smiled under his cover. “I have heard that you are preaching in the name of God, but do not release people from

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their sins through your baptism” said John in a gloomy voice. He scratched under his armpit and a wave of a rotten smell wafted from under his old, dirty, torn garment made of camel wool. “We have to teach the gospel” replied Joshua. “Let the tongue became rotten of those who preach this, let the guts became rotten of those who listen to these sermons without rage and condemnation.” A rumble of fear went through the crowd. Joshua took off the cover from his face and everybody saw that he was absolutely calm and only his eyes became dark as a spark of rage shined out from them. “The pagans had been cleansing themselves in Efrat and the Nile. They also believed that this formal custom would save them and would open for them the Gate of a Paradise, even though they were worshiping other gods” said Joshua. The breath of a whisper went through the crowd once again. The people tried to understand what had been said, and who out of the two was closest to the truth. “Heresy is falling from your mouth!” cried the Baptist in a tone of frenzy. “Do not judge and you won’t be judged” answered the man from Nazareth. “You and your disciples are praying to God with the prayers which you yourself created. How is it possible?” attacked John with a new force. A Pharisee, who was standing in the crowd and had small square boxes , in which there were pieces of fabric with prayers that were attached, one to his forehead the other to his arm, cried in fear and almost fainted. He raised his left arm as if trying to protect himself from some threat. “Do not preach a blasphemy!” he cried. The brown skin, like that of an old oak, deeply wrinkled face of John the Baptist turned to the site of the Pharisee. His nostrils shuddered, inhaling wind and dust. “The fetus of echidna! I am baptizing you in the water for redemption. The one who comes after me, will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and the fire!” John cried with a threat in his voice. His raging glance that followed the cry was even more threatening . “With the shovel in his hand he is going to clean his barn, and pick the wheat into the breadbasket, and he will throw the straw into the fire.” “People are not straw” Said Joshua with sadness in his voice. A whisper of approval waved through the crowd. The disciples of John looked around in frustration. They saw that the sympathy of the crowd moved toward the man from Nazareth. “God of Israel my witness. Compassion is not allowed for those who serve the Mighty, and preach in His name. He is the ocean during a storm, and the lifesaving boat on threatening waves. He is the volcano, which is erupting lava, and an unshakeable island

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of safety in the fire that devours life. You must believe, and only believe, and not debate. Faith moves mountains. You do not serve the sky, you serve humanity.” The accusations, which Joshua was afraid to hear, were spoken. And again, the crowd around them got excided, began to move and discuss what was said. “It is not so”. Joshua tried to argue, but his quiet words had no effect on the people. The charges against him directed toward the sky were too heavy and threatening. The feeling outrage was boiling up inside him. He saw John’s deliberate intent to irritate, and he exploded with a counter-accusation. “ Yes, faith moves mountains, but not yours. Your faith just piles them up.” The face of the man from Nazareth expressed pain and suffering, because he was forced to throw these words of accusation in defense. John became pale with anger. The dirty rag that covered his head fell over his face, and only his eyes were flashing from behind a shadow. “If you want to hate me, so - hate me.” said the man from Nazareth. “But do not avoid these issues”. “Every tree that does not produce good fruit, has to be cut and thrown into the fire.” Cried the Baptist with a fanatical conviction. His tenacious glance scrutinized the one who had the nerve to argue with him. “ He is our Father, and we are His children”. Again objected the man from Nazareth. “How could the Father raise His hand against His own children?” “The Lord could raise His children from stones” expressed John mockingly. “ Are you trying to accuse God as someone who can create something useless, that is in need of fixing?”… reproached Joshua with the same tone of sarcasm, and it was evident that at this time the frustrated John did not know what to say to his adversary. His eyes became sleepy, he stood up from the stone where he was sitting and went to a nearby tent. He lied down in the tent, covered himself with a very old worn piece of fabric, and hid himself from the crowd. Joshua sighed and once again covered his face with his headscarf . He also turned around and started to walk away from the man, whom just a few hours ago, he wanted to call his teacher. The crowd was looking silently behind the man from Nazareth and a small group of his disciples followed him.

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really understand its meaning. Maybe, the real John the Baptist did not recognize the Messiah, whose coming he was suppose to proclaim. It is a known fact that there was a very strong animosity between sects of John and Christ after the death of their founders. Then I thought, “why not?” The prophet, while trying to fulfill his mission, suddenly for some unknown mystical reason, maybe by the interference of some powerful force from the other side, or maybe by the sudden lack of intuition, - did not fulfill his mission. It was not just the baptism of God in the waters of Jordan that was John the Baptists only mission. This inconsistency in the story would have fatal consequences. God was not recognized by the one who ought to proclaim His coming and point Him out to the people. Maybe that was the reason why the First Coming of Jesus the Christ ended tragically. Following the Baptist, the others also denied His Kingdom on earth. In reality, there were two levels of this story: One, as it ought to be, as was written in the Bible. The other, what really did happen, which was written in the historical testimonies by contemporaries. From those testimonies, it is evident that the baptism of Joshua by the Baptist could not take place at the time appointed in the New Testament , because by that time the Baptist had already been beheaded. Then the third level was shown to me. Where is the truth and how, in general, has the fabric of reality been created? Maybe what I have seen had happened in a different time and in a different place. In the past? in the future? When? Those thoughts would come to me much later. In the meantime, I was so preoccupied with these visions, trying to write down accurately everything I saw, that I did not notice the dramatic improvement in my health. The symptoms of my disease began to rapidly disappear. I did not think about my illnesses anymore. I was consumed with much more exciding plots involving the participation of archetypal heroes as if it were the drama of my own personal life. I foresaw that this was only the beginning of some very significant events to come. Shortly after, I was released from the hospital, and the manifestation of my foresights came sooner than I expected. At first, the events that were taking place in my life were not as vivid as my previous visions about Christ. These events were sneaking into my life, almost unnoticed and seemed average as if just part of an everyday experience. My colleague from the Academy, professor Berezhnoy, introduced me to Vyacheslav Lapshin. For a long time Berezhnoy had been telling me about him as a magician from Feodosia. He said that this man was restoring vision to the blind, hearing to the deaf, and walking ability to children with Cerebral Palsy. I did not believed in miracles, but something was telling me that there must be some significance to such a claim. Berezhnoy specially went to Kiev to Lapshin’s center to organize our meeting . He was discussing the possibility of creating the Lapshin’s healing center in Moscow, using my contacts with important people in business and science. Our meeting took place in the Kremlin’s Palace of Forums in the fall of 1996, during the

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fifth International Conference on Communication. Berezhnoy was right, this meeting was of great importance.. There was something demonic in Lapshin’s appearance. He had a mocking glance, short beard, and a strange habit to move through space at a high speed making him a very unusual and interesting interlocutor. He could easily attract people and bring their attention to him. I agreed to help him find a place in Moscow and register his technology in a company called “The International Academy of Lapshin”. He insisted on “International” “Doctors will be unable to deal with the diseases that will come in the new century” Lapshin confidently explained the agenda of his new organization. “Why?” “They do not take into consideration the energetic-informational structure, which we are calling a bio-field. I know how to work with it. The bio-energetic essence of a human, thanks to the interrelation in the universal field, in a particular changed state of mind, could interconnect not just with matter but also with the fields which are part of the united radiation of a quant in the Universe. All information in the Universe is organized as a wave of a frequency-amplitude structure. The human’s brain, using this structure, is capable of decoding holograms of the past, the present, and the future of material and non-material worlds. Have you ever heard about a bio-computer?” “Very little. Only what Anatoly Ivanovich told me.” “I see”. Lapshin looked in my eyes with doubt, and began to give me a long lecture. I was listening with a great deal of interest. “Our thinking process uses only a linear perception. But eternity does not have the same direction for everything that is within it. We need to understand that our knowledge is only a local event in the Universe. Paleontology has proven the fact of sudden evolutions of completely new life-forms, which are absolutely impossible to explain from the point of view of the conventional understandings of evolution. The human is the highest but not the last link on the chain of evolution on Earth. Now the human, as a biological specie, is in crisis, which will end by his extinction if nature will not put in motion the mechanism of an adaptation to a newly formed environment.” “Do you know this mechanism?” I asked. “The bio-computer. It is a functional system with a super-conscience. By using it, people can develop phenomenal capabilities, different ways of seeing and not necessarily with the eyes alone. There will be unconventional ways to obtain information through scanning of space, telepathy, clairvoyance, and many others. All of this will allow people to get the necessary tools for their transformation, change of the evolvement, and survival. The Soviet Union was a leader not only in the study of psychic processes, but also in many achievements in the area of bio-information technologies, which is unknown to the majority of people today.” “Is this a conveyer for manufacturing supermen?” “Why not? It is absolutely necessary to liquidate the ignorance of the masses in the area of higher consciousness and organism’s functioning through the technologies in bioinformation. These technologies include the self-regulation of energy-distribution systems in man, as well as education in the mechanical regulation of a general exchange of these energies. On each new step on the ladder of our planetary existence, we

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somewhat uncover a portion of our genetic code or program, which establishes a new level of our abilities which in tern elevates us to a higher level of our existence. In order to do so, we must change our habits, our perceptions, and all our old knowing and acquire new ways of thinking.” “But what is this bio-computer?” I am trying to get him back to the previous theme. “It is something” Lapshin answer in mysterious voice. ”And it is working not just in our material space. It is working on many levels.” “How many of them already exists?” “Enough” Lapshin said with a smile. I was listening to Lapshin and struggling with two opposing feelings. One was a desire and willingness to help this enthusiast who was overtaken by his dream. The other was some hint of doubt whether this man had really found the secret key to our existence. There was a reason for my doubts. His speech, especially when he showered you with all kinds of technical terminologies, looked somewhat scientific. But with careful analysis one may find some inconsistency such as when he spoke of the frequency-amplitude structure which is like an oxymoron. He was talking about quantum radiation, and my brain was asking with a smile “Does a non-quantum radiation exist?” Lapshin was elaborating on the subject of the mysterious bio-computer by using doubtful method of explanation of cause and effect. He also referred to the human brain as a machine. Nevertheless, in his revelations there was some mystical light, some terra-incognito like Atlantic at the bottom of the ocean. Hidden under the waves of words and emotions. I felt this mystery and was drown to it. “The left part of our brain is dominated by energetic influences and its work is directed toward the material plane. The energy channels, points of acupuncture, and activity of the left hemisphere of our brain are all dependant on the delivery of this energy to our organism. If there is a disturbance in the delivery of energy to our system, we then develop a pathology.” continued the miracle worker from the Ukraine. “The right hemisphere of our brain is connected with occurrences that carry information and have a close relation with the non-material plane. In other words, with the function of our higher consciousness. Artists, poets, musicians, writers, those are the people with a strong function of the right sphere of the brain. They receive information through their higher consciousness. From the united field of information, as we call today the nonmaterial space. In general, the activity of a brain forms our conscience. The level of the evolution of a conscience, sub-conscience, and whole organism depend on the harmonious development and function of both hemispheres.” “Is there any risk that your practice could do harm to a human mind?” I tried to clarify . He started to laugh. “To harm the mind, one needs to have one. Try to analyze the life around you. Can you call it conscientious? We conducted our research for a few years. Non of our students who have studied in our program have developed any kind of

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psychopathology. On the contrary, they exhibited very high levels of ability in their short and long term memories. They also had excellent results in the switching and division of attention. There were no signs of anxiety as a result of a higher tonus of the simpatico nervous system and a much higher than average level of longevity and psycho stability.” This was the beginning of “The Academy of Lapshin”, which very soon became well known not just in our country but also abroad. Lapshin was its president, Berezhnoy and I became vice-presidents. A month later Lapshin moved to Moscow after finishing his affairs in Kiev. I covered all expenses with the registration of the Academy, and another sponsor found an apartment for Lapshin and his family in some dormitory near Moscow. We all were very enthusiastic about the new beginning. I began to study Lapshin’s method with his instructors, whom he brought from Kiev. At the beginning, I did not feel any kind of energy and annoyed my patient teachers with my endless expression of doubts. But suddenly, something unusual happened. It happened at my home. My wife and I tried to do some exercise on “energetically cleansing” our heads. The goal, according Lapshin’s method, was to enforce the interconnection of both hemispheres of our brains, the development of the certain parts of brain: its core and under-core structures, energy and vessels system of right and left hemispheres, homeostatic mechanism, which holds in balance the dynamic system of the energy-information’s exchange, and the system of the blood circulation. This exercise needed a special anode-cathode’s way of breathing. At one moment, while my wife was doing this breathing exercise and put her hands on my head in certain order, my vision has sharply changed. The colors became very bright, and its specter became much wider. My vision became perfect and is still perfect as of today. The same changes has happened with another student of our group, - professor Anatoly Ivanovich Berezhnoy. He took off his thick glasses and is working without them to a enormous surprise of his colleagues. Later something happened to my memory. The most strange thing in this process was that changes with my memories and the previous with my eyes had happen instantaneously. It happened after four weeks of these exercises. I came home, had my supper, went to bed, and suddenly in my head some strange projector did turn on. The things I saw through this projector in my dream was not a dream. It was like a slide-film, in which with an enormous speed but in a strict chronological order were shown to me my childhood and my youth up to about of my 25-years-of age. Very scrupulous, in the smallest details was shown the life of our court on the Stalin’s street, in the town of Balashiha-3, near Moscow. There we are, my friends and I, seating on the bench around the wooden table, listening a guitar playing and a singing of Peter Bychkov. There was no music, no lyrics just a picture but the music and lyrics comes to memory, and the names of my friends, whom I did not see for more than 40 years. Next, I saw our forest lake near a stadium. We cut

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classes with Tolya Malyshev, Kolya Samohin, and Valerie Eliseev. We could swim for hours without coming out of the water. This mystical projector shows our happy faces. Then, something happened - a man drawn. The emergency ambulance came. The doctors try to revive a man, - all in vain. They are about to leave. The wife of the drawn man, - a yang and fragile woman,- tried to do mouth-to-mouth to her husband, and did not want the emergency to take him away. The doctors and the nurses try to convince her do not waste her energy. She did not listen to them and continue to do the exercise. The ambulance started slowly to move away. A moment later man became alive, and we were running after the ambulance. The ambulance is coming back. Day by day, hour by hour, - the slide-film did show my youth. And everything that has been shown to me, has come to my memory. All those unusual events in my life - the miraculous improvement of my health, the very strange effects with my memory, and the fact that I started to feel the energetic impact and could project the effect of it on others, - forced me to seriously consider the idea of collaboration with Lapshin. I moved to a second steps of the education (like a second grade) and has received access to a discovery of the bio-computer, - the mechanism of the inner and the interspaced vision. The miracles came instantaneously. The unknown extended its arm in collaboration.

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