- Greeting, people! - Angel smiled.
- And who might you be, we wonder? - they muttered.
- I am a son of God, - answered Angel. - I have come to aid you.
- We didn’t call for you! - they have bitten.
- Of that I know, - replied Angel. - That’s why I have come to you.
- Because you weren’t expected? - men burst out laughing.
- No, because you would never call for me yourself.
- The stub is clear, day is ended, - they have been mocking. - We are living pretty well even without ones like you!
- Oh, that I see, - Angel has sighted. - Have already collected stones to banish us, have you?
- What was that? - a shout came from a crowd.
- Throw away your stones from the bosoms, - said Angel. - Better, if on the road.
- Well, you know, - people have choked. - What if they will still be of some use to us?
- Going to throw them in the sky, are you? - Angel smiled. - Or have you forgotten of the gravitation invisible?
- We have forgotten nothing! Of all the nature laws we are aware of, taming it!
- To tame one, you have to love one. We are responsible for the ones whom we tame.
- How very smart of you, oh our star-descended one!
- For what the reason have you brought knifes together with you? Are you going to cut yourselves in distemper, I wonder?
- Nay, we have no need to cut ourselves, oh damned one! Intended for the enemy of ours this weapon is.
- How are you expecting to distinguish friends from foes, if anger blinds minds of yours so often?
- Have no worry of that, we’ll sort it all somehow with no aid from your side! We have lived much and we have known much.
- Who is that one, standing among you with a backpack that has hunched his back? Why haven’t you tried to facilitate the burden of his, idly standing?
- Oh, ye are a stupid one, indeed! A stock of stones for the ones like you we have gathered in that backpack, so that they be always, well, at hand.
- Do facilitate the burden of your brother.
- We are gonna to throw that stones at ye then, foolish one!
- Try it, if minds of yours thirst for no other.
- Tally-ho, brothers! Have no mercy!
***
- And where is the fulfillment of your desires, throwing ones? Or haven’t you been warned of the gravitation invisible?
- Oh, how terribly painful it is! Save us, ignorant ones, from those stones, flying back to us! Accelerating are those stones returning and feet of ours have stuck seriously like in a bog, and no longer can we move forward! Rescue us for we thirst for living intolerably nevertheless! Save us, we beg of you!
- Lend your hands to each other and let last ones from you take my hands, if out of bogs you are daring to get out. Carry you on my wings I will, believed ones. Hold each other tight for now to be saved!
***
- Why have you saved us, oh Angel, sent from the heavens?
- Whether you feel better with no stones in your possessions, I wonder?
- We didn’t ask you for favors! Homes of ours are destroyed, clothes of ours are smeared in dirt - and whether by your favor, we wonder?
- Whether it was not you who have plunged yourselves straight into a swamp? What are you carrying in bosoms once again?
- Because we have dirtied ourselves in that smelly mug, then you shall be washed in it as well! Like us you will become from now on from the inside out!
- Have you no fear to turn black from the dirt of yours, I wonder?
- Tally-ho, oh brothers! Have no mercy!
05.02.2012
Devoted to the Living God …
A Newborn God was sitting over the shade of a tall mighty tree, which have not yet been given a name, and was dreaming. He has just created the Earth, and had yet to make a couple of easier worlds in the nearby star systems.
A smile was playing on the God’s lips. He rejoiced at the result of his latest work – the Earth has turned out to be extremely wonderful. There was a great variety of climates, which you would practically never find in any of the worlds, created earlier. There were mountains, rising into the heavens, and sea hollows, leading into infinity. There were giant trees, similar to the one, He was sitting underneath, and smallest, indiscernible for an eye of future inhabitants, leaves and blades of grass of unknown plants. There were an incredible variety of living semireasonable beings, beginning from some small insects, playfully creeping in a grass, and finishing with sea and terrestrial giants. In other words, this was a fine created world – possibly, one of pearls of His Creation.
It seemed that He enclosed something immensely-imperceptible into this process of Creativity. As if He has given to the Earth a part of Himself. And that is why now He was happy.
He dreamt of how humans will soon enter this world of His. How man will rejoice at the sight of his new home, created for him instead of ordinary-looking old ones. How people will settle on boundless horizons of this Creation of Creations, and will love each other and rejoice to life and the world, given by the Maker.
And thus He made a call then to the most distant reaches of the Universe for humans to gather – those, who will live in this new home – probably, the happiest ones among all living. And humans came to the Earth – not even came, actually, but have arrived from their common previous worlds on their spaceship – the ark. And they have descended down to the Earth from it and settled. And named this date as the date of world’s creation.
There were years, and there were decades, and there were hundreds of Earth years passing. Settled those ones, who arrived from far worlds, on corners of sphere terrestrial, and primogenitors of races, three in number, they became. And loved they each other, as the God asked, for some time – yet slowly to forget of love some of them have begun. And, seeing this, to help those falling asleep the God has decided – and asked He started for prophets to come into this world to advise humans of where that Light in the end of a dark tunnel lives. And came angels-prophets, warriors of fine God, to this world terrestrial and prophesied words of pure origin, purifying hearts of His beloved humans. But nevertheless, hearts of many have fallen asleep greatly and did not hear words of those prophets of great God they – and crucified His prophets. But the Most Gracious Maker did not cease to hope, for after all he loved humans even with all their lacks and was ready to help always those, Light who were seeking.
There were hundreds of earth years and there were millennia. Yet more actively and heavily did humans stray in dark and murky tunnels. And seeing human sufferings from the darkness, absorbed by them, the God has dared to make a deed compassionate. His Finest Son, by the Father’s light enlightened, He asked to come to world of humans, to help those suffering with His Light and His Love and to set them on the right path. But betrayed the Divine Son did humans, and killed his body, unable to cause harm to the pure spirit.
And there were great grief and confusion in the Heavens. Light Angels of the World Spiritual did cry, seeing this human’s misunderstanding and all the darkness, to which many have already aspired.
And the last, desperate step the God has dared to make then. He Himself has descended to the world He created, to test Himself all temptations of darkness, accepted by humans, and to deny it, having shown them the Way once and for all. The First and the Last the God has become in this world of His own, which on the brink of the chasm was flying, the Son of Man, the Alpha and Omega. For He has come into this world, made by Him, as a human and will leave it as a live revived God soon.
And, having learnt about Him, among all of them living life simple and modest, people began to come to Him. One after another they came and asked.
And the priest shouted to Him : “I banish you, unholy one ! Not of you did yours crucified Son told us, and not you we were waiting for. And not even did we wait for you, for no need for God living and just we need. And is it appropriate for a God great to live in a hole pitiful, and try not to drag in paradise for gold, as we did ? Disappear, impostor !”
And the politician laughed at Him : “Here you are, preaching honesty, living not in mansions imperial. Better look as we, deceiving others, have built palaces ! Therefore study from us, while we share this wisdom of life with you !“
And the sick, humiliated and offended ones came : “There is no justice in the world of yours ever !”, - they shouted to Him. – “We have given you our stones, constantly dragged by us, expecting heavenly wings in return – and where is a fulfillment of our desires ? Or are you not the Almighty, as they say ?”
And proud ones came to Him, and silently spat in Him, before others flaunting.
And cruel ones came to Him, and to finish Him off they threatened.
And clever ones came to Him, and to enter senseless philosophical disputes they tried.
And sly ones came to Him, and tried to catch Him on a word said.
And simple ones came to Him, and were filled their souls with wisdom of His words.
And seeking ones came to Him, and with joy their hearts were lighted up, for they have found at the long last.
And just ones came to Him, and silently submissively bow down before Him.
And pure ones came to Him, and fire of their spirit shined even brightly for they were staying nearby Him.
He accepted them all, refusing no one. For how is it possible to refuse to the children, coming to their Father ?
But somewhere on a joint of the worlds, invisible to an eye of human, enormous clocks keep ticking, measuring the time until the Judgment Day, the day of estimation. The Moment Of Truth.
But still loved did the God his children – and lived in their world near them for the time being. And the chance was given to everyone…
But all this was later, much later. Even though time has no meaning for Immortal ones.
But for now the God was sitting under a huge shady tree on the planet Earth – and was dreaming. He was dreaming of the new wonderful worlds …
09.10.2010
- Yes ? – my snow-white Guardian Angel turned to me and smiled warmly. – Have you called for me ?
- I … hm …. to tell the truth, I wasn’t totally confident that you were listening to me, - I mumbled.
- I always do listen to you and hear you, - Angel said. – But you currently, unfortunately, not.
- So … do you want to say that you have nothing like lunch break or anything like that ? – I was surprised.
- No, - replied Angel. – I have need for neither sleep, nor rest. It’s you, people, who prefer to sleep with eyes open widely.
- You mean that you are always at work ? – I guessed.
- Well, yes, - my darling Angel replied indulgently. – I am in a service to the God.
- And how do you fare there … well, in general ? – I found nothing better than to ask that.
- Well and good, - Angel answered. – Dry and warm. Even though there are no millions options to choose from here. It’s you, mankind, who will soon have to choose at last.
- To choose what, exactly ? – I asked.
- Destiny. Life or death. God or Devil. Light or Darkness. Whatever you name it, the essence stays the same. Well …, - and Angel became silent for a second – you, fortunately, understand that well.
- I do, - I answered. – A pity, though, that I don’t always hear you.
- It’s all in your powers and in desire, - and Angel smiled again. – Such is my job, actually, to always hear you and help you to find the God.
- And what prevents you from doing that right now ? – I made my next question.
- Him, mostly, - and Angel has shown his wing on the left. – Well, and sometimes you too, when start doing nonsense.
- Who’s that, him ? – I asked hastily, and only then have noticed the Imp, standing nearby, - that black one ?
- Well, it’s only now he looks like that, - replied my Angel. – But he’s able to pretend to look as oh-so-white in times, like chameleon. – See, how he stares at me right now ? – and Angel smiled warmly and pointed his wing to the left again.
- I take it that he’s angry ? – I questioned my Angel.
- Yes, he’s like that, from time to time. He has his job too, after all. And he’s too will be judged, as well as all of us.
- Judged in what sense ? – I misunderstood.
- Oh, you don’t know yet, do you ? – my Angel was surprised. – There will be a revision of Universe soon, and the Dread Judgment of the Lord, as you call it. – I would, however, rather name it Just Judgment.
- And what will be after the Judgment ? – I asked.
- Life or death, - replied Angel, - for you, for me, and for him – and he pointed his wing on Imp once again.
- You mean, you can die too ? – I was stunned, - are Angels not immortal ?
- Not for the Judgment. – If the Tempter of any man, guarded my ones, similar to me, prevails, the Tempter survives, and Angel and the man become history. If the Guardian Angel prevails – than he as well as his ward survive, and the Tempter become history instead. It’s that simple. Such is the Court.
- And the people, who have turned to the path of evil, betray their Angels as well ? – I was terrified.
- Alas, indeed. And try to feel now, - and my beautiful Angel stirringly looked into my eyes, - how it’s – to die for immortal one ?
- And … how many Angels are going to die like that ?
- Under preliminary forecasts – many, - and Angel sighted sorrowfully. – But … and he became inspired once again, - everything can still be changed.
- If people will hear their Angels and step away from the dark path ? – I questioned.
- Yes, - Angel said, - if they would prevail over their nature. There is very little time left, - he added.
- Little time left ?
- When clock’s arrows will be on the top, - and Angel has become silent for a moment, - very interesting events will start to happen.
- The world will be changing ?
- Definitely.
- Can I help people realize what is awaiting them ? – I asked hopefully.
- Certainly. It’s all in your forces and in the hands of God. And I, too, won’t abandon you, for certain.
- How I do love you, my pure Angel ! – I have exclaimed with tears in the eyes.
- I know, - he smiled mildly. - Come to me, allow me to embrace you in my wings.
- Thank you, Angel, thank you so much for hearing me and caring of me ! Let us never part from each other !
- Yes, let it be so, - my Angel has tenderly answered, gently covering me with his white wings. – Let’s start to always hear each other in the long last…
20.10.2010
There lived people in the world, and sadly and burdensome have they been living. From the birth did they desire something unusual, magical. A holiday of joy of life did they want to come, yet were incapable to create it themselves. And thus world of theirs was grayish and boring, and sadly they have lived. But some of them yet dreamed in hearts of theirs of the great Miracle, the finest of all they have met. Such a Miracle, from beholding of which their eyes would start shining, and their hearts would light up with a fire of faith. And so these dreaming ones have begged the heavens, asking to console hearts of theirs, and to give them the great Miracle to remember it forevermore, thus keeping the faith in their hearts eternally.
And this prayer of theirs, sincere and kind, was heard by the heavens, and heavenly Wanderers have asked their divine Father what miracle to give to His beloved children for their hearts to tremble in admiration, and tears of joy to be born in their eyes. And it has been decided to make the Divine Miracle live among them forever, never abandoning them. So that men can always behold it with their eyes and feel its touches with their souls. So that a source of joy and light inspiration will never extinguish for them.
And dissolved and spread a Miracle Divine, sent from the heavens, in the world of humans invisibly to always remain near people and close to them from that moment and forever on. And embodied it was in the bright light of sun and in singing rustle of trees; in joyful murmur of water streams and morning singing of birds did it show itself; in sea surfs, sunsets and sunrises lilac-pinky was it embodied; in clouds dairy-sugar, by a sky wandering eternally, the beauty of that Miracle, which have filled the world of men, was reflected; in a rain purifying the care of that Miracle of the souls of humans was marked; in the shining of children eyes the sparks of that Miracle invisible forever remained; in infinite number of things and phenomena have this Miracle appeared, reflecting its Creator generosity and greatness.
Everywhere have this Miracle entered, in each cell of the world, made for men, have it managed to come, having enlightened it and pleased. And did believe Wanderers of heavens that the Miracle mentioned would be the best one ever made for mankind, and bitterness and grief would be forever gone from faces of men, and they would rejoice their happiness and praise the beauty, saving souls of theirs. Yet the hope mentioned did not come true by that time, unfortunately.
Haven’t seen people that greatest Miracle in their majority, never believing that so close to them could it reside and live. Through all lives of theirs have they hurried somewhere on the goals artificial, senseless, tiresome, and thus couldn’t see the Miracle. And have killed they that miracle divine, and made an ordinary out of it. And have indulged in the ordinary, and fallen asleep in hearts even stronger than previously.
But haven’t died that Miracle, for by the Maker himself was it made - only in hearts of avaricious men have it been dying untimely. And till now have it lived close to men, yet many did pass by, for they have no need for a world wonderful, unusual, mysterious - yet measured and verified world do they desire. Haven’t belittled it from a blindness of men, and due to greed of theirs haven’t vanished. Still does it hope and wait for many to awaken, and still does it give itself away in all its generosity each and every day.
But who of men is capable to trust with own heart that the Miracle mentioned can still be hidden just under his very nose?
18.03.2012
- “Warning : the God ! Entrance is strictly prohibited for idle passers !” – Ivan read a sign on ordinary-looking gate, leading through a fencing to inconspicuous looking building. And there was a small addition slightly below – “The Entrance. Accept the hope, entering one !”
- Oh, what only they won’t make, - he thought at first. - Trying to lure us this and that way. Oh, sure, we have heard plenty of these fairy tales of yours in due time, about the New World, End of the Millennia, the Second Coming, everything at once. And predictors all unanimously chattered in due time – “The world is changing, something is happening !”, and everything like that, and where is all that ? We cannot see it yet. And maybe it doesn’t even exist, if we cannot see it ? Or maybe it does exist, but we still cannot see it ? Who knows it for sure …
Ivan began hesitating – to enter or not to enter ?
Nobody cries aloud any calls, no one stands with banners and posters on corners … Somehow strange … unusual. Not a single sign of what is called promotion, no sort of marketing in that disgusting style “The Savior ! Only with us ! Only for you !”. Just some ordinary-looking gate … who even enters such ones – it doesn’t even looks like a door. Somehow wrong … not common style. But, on the other hand … who did say that God must correspond to some man’s idea about Him ?
Oh.
Ivan was starting to feel himself more out of place – not mainly due to his current reflections, but from some arisen during this moment aching and disturbing feeling somewhere in the depth of his breast, that if now he will pass this gate by, like he has been passing for all these years, hurrying somewhere in unknown distances on strangest affairs – he may not be able to find in the future this most ordinary-looking gate …
And, after all, he was looking … he has been searching for Him for a long time. Since the very birth, if it’s possible to say so, he has been looking. In autumn silence of parks and conversations Soul-to-a-Soul with others, in noise of human crowds and rich furniture of churches, in endless loneliness of own Soul he has been searching for Him … He thirsted to once find Him so greatly, but all this was something not totally so … not totally right … He has been seeking Him for all his conscious life !
And now … some sort of gate …
Finally he decided. Pushed a gate with his hand, expecting to hear a scratch of ungreased loops – but instead of it shutters softly and silently swung open, he made a step forward – and …
The world changed. Suddenly the city disappeared somewhere, as well as hurrying on affairs from work and for work thousands of sleepy people together with one thousand and one building … even the gate was no more. Now he was standing in the middle of some large hall with carved shining columns and ceiling, rising into infinite distances up and up … some soft of warm light surrounded him from everywhere.
- Have I already died ? – Ivan was suddenly frightened. – My heart stopped pulsating and now my useless body is most probably lying on some dirty operational table, and a group of laymans in white dressing gowns is working on it while I am standing idle in this unknown new world ?
- Greetings, Ivan ! I have been waiting for you ! – some immensely powerful, filled with greatest inner force and at the same time very melodious voice suddenly filled the area, coming, apparently, from all directions and at the same time somewhere from Ivan’s breast.
- I … just … just … don’t know … what to answer …, - Ivan mumbled.
- Don’t worry about it, - answered the Voice. – I can read minds. I have been watching you from your very birth … as well as many others. You desired to find me – and so now you are here. What is that you want to tell Me ?
- So, are you really the Most Powerful One ?
- Yes, - the Voice answered softly. – The First And The Last. The Beginning And The Ending. I am the One whom you call the Maker.
- So, you are really ..., - and Ivan stopped short. – Well, certainly ! How could I forget about it !
- Yes, - the Voice answered. – I truly exist. But many of your kind have forgotten and ceased to search for Me.
- To search where ? – Ivan asked shy.
- Inside and outside. I am inside and outside. All these worlds are Mine, and parts of Me are living inside you. I have once given you particles of Myself so that one day you can become similar to Me …
- So that people become similar to God ?
- Such is the true Evolution, Ivan.
- So, you are together with all of us …
- Yes, always I am. Now in your world as well. I have many homes, - invisible Voice was filling the room with matchless melodies and colors.
- In our world too ? So, it means that the gate …
- All your world is Mine. I can settle in any corner of it. I have no need for your empty praising. I desire to see all of you live, Ivan, with living particles of Me.
- That’s why Your arrival was …, - the sudden guess enlightened Ivan’s heart.
- Yes, - the Voice answered. – For this reason. I desire to see ones searching and coming to Me in their free will. They are capable of the true Evolution.
- So all these people in temples and mosques, calling themselves believers and at the same time remaining the same from the very birth …
- They can continue to believe in their illusions, if such is their wish. For some time.
- And what of Your Son ? He was speaking of You and Your return in the due time …
- He is together with Me as well. My second Son, - answered the Voice. – You dared to offense Him too much in the last time. This will not repeat any more.
- Oh, how wonderful it is that You are together with us ! – a sudden shout of joy escaped Ivan’s breast.
- The looking one will find. The going one will come. Accept the hope – and give it to others ! My time is coming ! – the invisible Voice filled entire enormous brightly shining room, and travelled, apparently, into the very core of human Soul.
- Yes, oh my Maker ! I will tell them of You ! I thank You !
The shining stream of light captured and shrouded Ivan. It, this Light of God, was coming, apparently, from everywhere – was shining from inside and outside. The sparkling stream shrouded him in a flash of time – and …
“Savior ! Only with us ! Only for you !”, - Ivan confusedly read red shining letters on a sign of some striptease club.
The gate was no more. The chance was accepted. Another world greedy stretched own hands towards him once again.
- Yes, oh Maker, I will tell all these sleeping ones of Your time, - Ivan decided. – Right now there is nothing more important than that.
18.09.2012
We are no longer the ones we used to be. Our past burned in the flame of self-rebirth, leaving the place for the Now, which has become a bridge to the Future.
Our path lies in the Eternity, and only we ourselves can pass it.
We all feel the breath of Universe inside us, and our hearts beat in rhytm with Hers.
We are both old and young - for each of us is like innocent child in spirit.
We foresee, not knowing for sure. We rejoice at the beginning of a new deed and feel sadness finishing what has been started. We love to transform believe into the trust. For without trust there can be no love.
We accept this world as we managed to make it. And it will never be in our right to blame someone other for human mistakes.
You may call us as you desire, for your mere words are unable to alter the essence.
No more we have names, yet each of us has kept his essensial "I".
We enter the battle in time and we know not fear.
Curses and blasphemes of the Sleepers are the stones that only strenghten our arms, holding the shield.
Wrath and hatred of theirs is the smoking fire. Yet the tears of the heaven will once extinguish it.
We live, fighting, yet the battle is not our final goal. For it is transient.
We are so different, but in this battle each of us is a warrior. And each holds his unique weapon.
Weapon of yours is able to destroy you whole, yet weapon of ours is greater.
It changes minds. It alters hearts. It transforms ones struck by it forever.
For this weapon is a weapon of spirit. Nothing in the world is comparable with it.
Our enemy is strong, for he is bodyless. That is why we are given this weapon.
We fight desperately for we know no death. The one given the Blade Of Spirit has already died before.
We knew not the timing, but were intended. We knew not ourselves, but were called for. The time will come - we'll be recognized. For great the battle is.
Rejected ones will join our ranks. Enlightened ones will join our ranks. The Newborn ones will join our ranks. For great the battle is.
The heavens cries at humankind's blindness, for even they have feelings. Yet there is always a dawn coming to replace the night.
The time is rushing forward desperately, changing the world in a single vortex. And we are at the forefront of it.
Always we are with you, for we do love this world.
So say We - warriors of the New Age.
13.08.2010
- Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ?
- Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know.
- The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will … Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ?
- I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability.
- And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue.
- And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe.
- Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable.
- So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs.
- And what about the Awakened ?
- He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up.
- Beautiful little one, isn’t he ?
- Certainly.
- I am so glad about him.
- So do I.
- Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ?
- Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected.
- Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex.
- Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless.
- And what about methods of shock therapy ?
- Yet to be applied. Already soon.
- Have been the patient informed in advance ?
- Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face.
- They are already on the face ?
- Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so.
- And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence.
- A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet.
- Do you believe that will help ?
- Such probability too cannot be neglected.
- Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ?
- Shortly before that.
- And then ?
- It’s for him to decide.
- Do you think he is still capable ?
- I hope so.
- Well, and how does Awakened one fare ?
- He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one.
- I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper.
- By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support.
- Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know.
- I will consider your option, mister Admiral. I will consider it …
10.10.2010
With a love for God
The newborn God was cheerfully walking on city streets, which name He didn’t remember for now. And what is the reason for a Maker to remember human names? Unless only for people.
The sun was joyfully shining Him and its beams were playing in puddles which have remained from a recently came rain. He loved such a weather greatly – and playful Angels of Elements with both awe and joy in hearts satisfied this His request.
And yesterday there was snowing over this nameless city in spite of the fact that average day temperature usually reached 30 degrees in the “plus” side. And the day before yesterday the densely covered by clouds sky was suddenly cleared of all white fluffy figures in some fifteen minutes.
Probably, someone even was christening himself, or, say, cursing weather forecasters with all colors of rainbow shining today in the distance over a sea smooth surface, starting from gray-brown-crimson-in-a-speck. And the God was cheerfully walking forward, inhaling the aroma of sea, brought by the air, and spraying water drops from puddles which have not yet dried up. He was happy to live in this made by Him world. For after all, what can be better than to feel your own creation from inside?
Today He was simply walking on streets of this anonymous sea city, enjoying His life. A life of a human, if it’s possible to say so, - for He will enjoy the life of Almighty God a bit later. And, eventually, the life in a human body had its good advantages as well.
Suddenly something started humming in a stomach persevering and tenderly, even, to say so, totally human-like. Purr-purr-purr. A then – puuuurrr! And then – whoooo! With all voices at once.
- Maybe I should have a supper? – thought the Newborn God, and, having seen through a bird’s eye view all the panorama of His present city-surroundings, defined for Himself the next building, where He could stop. Just some ten minutes of walking.
The God smiled once again. Most certainly, He could reach this tavern in some thirty seconds – but what other surrounding him people would think if He has suddenly soared up like a bird? It may be so that some compassionate old woman or some persistent atheist would have a heart attack. And He didn't want to cause harm to anybody, even inadvertently. And, eventually, it was His righteous beloved ones who had still have to fly.
Top-top-top. Chpok! – and splashes from a puddle, through which He stepped over, scattered on several meters on all diameter of a described by them circle, having almost sprinkled in addition the passing by man.
- Hey, watch where are you going, bungler! – he shouted on his way, still hurrying very far into the unknown even for him dales.
The God wanted at first to say something like : “My God, forgive him, please”, like as in due time He was asked many times by His Son, who have arrived to this world as well, - but then thought that it’s somehow inconveniently to ask himself. And wrong as well, probably.
And so He simply continued His way. He was still happy.
Well, here it is. And even the sign hangs over here, carved with beautiful small letters.
Tavern “On the brink of the Universe”. And slightly lower an addition – “Feel the aroma of divinity”. Amusing name.
The incarnate Creator accurately opened a door, and carefully entered the building.
- We are closing in half an hour, but I am sure that you can still taste our aroma of divinity! – run-up fellow waiter smartly assured Him.
- Yep, - the God said approvingly. – And what do you have in today’s menu?
- Oysters by French, slope by Spanish, dranniks by Belarusian, pelmeni by Russian, sausages by German …, - the fellow started to listing.
- Various things you have here, - God smiled. – And something a little bit more, say, exotic?
- Mmm … - the waited hesitated for a moment. - Galushki by Ukraine?
- Suits! – the God was delighted. – It’s always pleasant to remember own good youth! – He added after a pair of seconds and smiled again.
- A pair of glasses of water, if you don’t mind, - God responded good-natured. – I think it will suffice.
- Water? – the waited was surprised. – Simple spring water?
- Yes, yes, - God responded. – And water can sometimes be sweeter than wine, - He added a bit later.
- Well … the waiter tarried a little, - all right. We’ll do it now. Five minutes or so.
- So quickly? – asked the Newborn God. – You actually have more time than five minutes. I truly very much hope that all this time will be enough for you.
- Excuse me … in what aspect? – the waiter was a little surprised.
- For all of you, - and God warmly waved His hand over all visitors of this institution, having not forgotten to point to a window as well. – I hope given you time will be enough.
- And what will be afterwards? – the waiter as though was still in frustration.
- It depends on you, my beloved children.
- Mmm … tell me, who are you? – the waiter was still standing nearby this mysterious visitor and didn’t decide to carry the order for performance.
- Priest, or whatever! – someone muttered from the next table.
- What’s in my name for you to know? – the God laughed good-natured. – My earth name is both temporary and eternal at the same time.
- Earth? And where are living then, forgive me for my curiosity? – the waited was getting more and more intrigued.
- Everywhere, - God answered quietly.
- Bum, or whatever! – again someone muttered from the next table.
- Inside you as well, - added the Maker.
- Inside us? Where? What for? – the waited was taken aback.
- Here, - answered the God, - and pointed to a waiter’s breast. – You even manage to hear Me from time to time.
- Cranky, or whatever! – once again came the exclamation from the next table.
- Do we hear You? – the waiter still couldn’t come to his senses.
- Well, yes, - told the Creator. – A voice of conscience.
- Aa … why are You here?
- Helping all of you. For I do love you! – and in celestial-blue eyes of God a wandering on His lips smile reflected itself.
- And … for how long will you keep helping us? – the confused waiter questioned.
- Always I will, - the Newborn God answered. – Such is my work! – and His eyes of heavenly color became, apparently, even more endless.
- Aaa … mmm … the last question then … tell, well … erm … whom and where do you work? – the bringer of orders tried to question again, but when he turned back to his unexpected visitor – He has already left.
Only the closing by the wind door creaked melodiously, seeing off such an unusual guest. And on the table where He was sitting earlier, there was a whole mountain of juicy and appetizing galuski pile inside the mysteriously appeared plate. For who if not we need the food, mercifully granted to us by the Maker?
And the Newborn God once again cheerfully walked on city streets and there was sun, shining in His eternally blue eyes. He was happy to live in this world – and in this nameless city of planet Earth.
02.05.2012
- Have you called for me, Coordinator ?
- Yes, Admiral, take a seat. Tea, coffee, an ambrosia ?
- I would not refuse an ambrosia … but, perhaps, somehow another time. Business is too urgent, as I understand ?
- And with no delays possible. The rates in this adventure of yours became too high.
- Mister Coordinator, I understand everything, but after all we ourselves have started this experiment together to …
- I have transferred this ship along with crew under your responsibility, Admiral, under your full responsibility – do you remember ? You have promised me that everything will be as smooth as possible.
- Their free will, which you have granted to them, has appeared to be much more unreasonable, than we assumed initially …
- You selected best ones, Admiral. Three planets in different sectors of the Galaxy for three new races. You have tried to discover pearls on these planets-prisons, Admiral, - and where are your best crew now? Sleeping peacefully in cryogenic capsules onboard of this spaceship which has almost strayed away from a trajectory?
- After the first Collision part of them have awakened, after all.
- I’ll let you know, Admiral, that after this very first Collision the communication system of the ship has been almost destroyed. Even the woken up crew are practically unable to perform two-way communication. We receive all their reports, while they hardly receive one-two percent of ours. Multiply this by two-three percent of those awakened. According to our calculations the probability that they will manage to correct a course of their vessel on coordinates, which we are trying to transfer to them, and avoid collision with the second Ring, is …
- I perfectly know this, mister Coordinator. I know it all. Current number of woken up crewmen of the space vessel does not allow us to rely on the successful ship-handling in a manual mode. And auto-navigation system has already been destroyed two thousand parsecs ago.
- What’s with other crew ? How successful were manual attempts to shutdown cryogenic systems ?
- Completely unsuccessful. After Collision electronics of ship’s systems has been seriously damaged. With manual shutdown the sleepers either die within several seconds, hardly able to realize what is happening with them, or get considerable spiritual-chemical brain damage.
- What sort of damage ?
- It’s symptoms are the uncontrollable flashes of aggression to all things living. They literally clawed with teeth those, who have awoken them.
- And so we have the following : manual unfreezing doesn’t function properly, and there are not enough awakened crew with required talents and skills onboard in order to activate automated systems. A vicious circle. And the second Ring is just ahead in current course. And ship acceleration has been increasing all the time, making new maneuvers more and more difficult.
- Everything is correct, mister Coordinator.
- What protection measures have been taken in case this vessel will not pass it ?
- We have activated closely located orbital modules. Have moved rescue fleet from the adjacent sector.
- How many crewmen can survive Ring Collision, Admiral ?
- All sleeping ones will surely die. And considering those awakened … very few, mister Coordinator. Very few. Collision will break vessel’s hull for more than forty percent. Space ship will be lost forever in any case.
- Is there is still a possibility to achieve hyperlight molecular jumping, when the vessel will be travelling through V sector, taking his current speed into account ? Being on board, you could help those awakened crew change ship’s course.
- The chance is small, but … but I am personally ready to try to rectify own mistake. With own blood, if it’s possible to say so.
- You know the consequences, Admiral. When molecular reassemblage in a process of jumping is performed, your memory will be erased. It’s restoration will require subsequently huge efforts afterwards.
- I know, Coordinator. No one is capable to perform this transition except you and me, anyway. It still gives a little spark of hope.
- For all of us. For even we are compelled to pay for errors of own children. Even we, Admiral. And may the miracle help them all.
- Just before I leave you now, Coordinator, possibly forever, I nevertheless would like to ask – how is this vessel called ? I mean, how do humanoids, inhabiting it, call their home ? We have our own name for it, but nevertheless …
- Admiral, don’t make me believe that you have already passed the process of molecular reassemblage directly before my eyes. You perfectly know how they call it, - and Coordinator smiled sadly, - that they call it “The Earth”…
29.09.2010