Confession of a Ghost. F.M. Dostoevsky award. Playing Another Reality. Alexandra Kryuchkova

book is dedicated to

      · Ouranoupoli,

      my favorite village

      located on the border with the Holy Mountain Athos (Greece),

      and its residents;

      · Joice Mary NanKivell Loch4,

      a famous writer and a character of this novel;

      · my Greek friends:

      Dimitra Drosinos, Dimitris, Sofia,

      Stylianos Drosinos & Nataly,

      Nikoleta Firai & Nikos Ladgeris,

      Roula, Kiriaki & her father,

      Janis Antonakis, Leah, Souzanna,

      Julia & Janis,

      Socrates, Vasilios, Apostolis,

      Efi & all Kokkinos family,

      Maria Riga,

      George Kiriakou,

      Nikitas Martigakis;

      · as well as to:

      the Forces of Light,

      Ray, Svetlana, Vadim,

      Lubov M. Anisenkova,

      Sergey M. Makarenkov

      and other characters of my Matrix…

      CONFESSION OF A GHOST

      PROLOGUE

      Somewhere in the Universe

      How long did I sleep? We were ONE.

      “Wake up, my soul, it’s time for you to go.”

      I came back from my dream, not remembering what I had dreamed about. Perhaps it was a dreamless dream. We were quickly moving along the endless corridors of Eternity towards one of the most important buildings in the Universe – the Heavenly Office, where everything earthly used to begin and end. I still didn’t know what would await me on Earth, but he instantly read my thoughts,

      “Life in earthly body is short enough, Rukh. I am always there, remember me more often, and everything will be fine.”

      “Will I be able to see you there?”

      “You can feel me. We’ll continue to communicate in the same way – mentally, without words. It’s much more important than seeing with earthly eyes and hearing with earthly ears.”

      ***

      We arrived at the Heavenly Office, witness to the ceaseless flow of souls, accompanied to Earth by their spirits – Guardian Angels. One of the Guards greeted us at the entrance to the building. He scanned everyone who came there and encouraged me,

      “Enjoy your journey, Rukh, and have a happy return!”

      We followed the corridors until my Guardian Angel stopped me at the door to the Astral Body Formation Hall, and he disappeared inside. In front of me in the queue, there was another Rukh, similar to me, like two peas in a pod – all incarnating ones before the formation of the astral body looked like white and fluffy lumps of pure energy of Light. Only the Guardians could tell us apart. The servants of the Chancellery in white robes were rushing past, busy as bees, paying no attention to us, the newcomers.

      “Once upon a time they were incarnated on Earth too,” my neighbor whispered to me, “I wonder who they were.”

      “Do you already know your destiny?” I asked.

      “The Guardian does. The soul learns it descending the Stairs, reading the Creator’s plans for the incarnation, reflected in the Tablets and the heavenly passport. At the last step the passport is stamped and sealed. After returning to the Hall of Judges, the plan-fact reconciliation takes place, the verdicts are announced. That’s what the Guardian told me. However, the path is not predetermined rigidly, it can be changed within the Space of Options, limited by the records in one’s passport. Though, it’s a challenge to remember your plans on Earth! Everything is different there! Imagine having some arms, legs, a head, a torso! You’ll get inside the body and have to learn to control it! You’ll be forced to walk with your feet instead of moving in space with the power of thought. The earthly body constantly demands earthly food, not Light! And how many languages do they have? Almost every country has its own one, you can no longer communicate on Earth mentally!”

      I was about to ask a couple of questions concerning the mysterious earthly body, but my neighbor was called to get formed, and my Guardian returned.

      “Do you already know, Angel?”

      “The Matrix of your Space of Options? Yes, but the actual path largely depends on your choice. Everyone has own cross, my soul. Life in the body is full of pain and suffering. Some have more, some have less.”

      “Are you talking abstractly because you don’t want to upset me? I’ll find out for myself soon.”

      “Undoubtedly. I promise to do my best to make your journey on Earth the best possible scenario. Try to remember the existence of me, the Heavenly World and its laws.”

      ***

      We entered the twilight of the Astral Body Formation Hall, illuminated only by the light of stars, in the center of which there was a round stage with holographic signs, mathematical formulas and geometric drawings projected upon it.

      “Now the Guardian of Time will announce the place and moment of your incarnation on Earth,” said my Angel. “The holograms will stop moving and display the initial location – the coordinates of the Cosmic Bodies in the 12 Spheres of your future life. Planetary spirits the formers will come upon the stage. You’ll perform with them your Dance of Destiny to the Music of the Spheres.”

      “Dance? For what?”

      “Each of the planetary spirits will provide you with the appropriate elements-atoms having their inherent characteristics for the formation of your astral body. The atoms don’t line up randomly, they form certain bonds with each other, depending on the aspects of the planets and stars at the moment of your incarnation. They create a unique pattern of the soul according to the Creator’s plan. The astral body – emotions and feelings – helps to communicate with the Subtle World on Earth and influences the physical body. During the dance, the chroniclers fix the celestial coordinates in the Tablets, the starting points of your Matrix of Destiny, and deduce mathematical formulas of possible scenarios in the Space of Options.”

      I was on the stage, in the center of the circle. The audience froze in anticipation. The Guardian took a seat next to the chroniclers. The Guardian of Time announced to those present the coordinates of my incarnation, and the holographic images within the circle instantly changed, dividing it into 12 different-sized sectors – Spheres, or Houses. The four axes formed a cross so that I found myself in the central point of it. The planetary spirits took their places similarly unevenly and provide me with rays of energy, forming aspects still unknown to me among themselves. I no longer heard the verdicts of the chroniclers – the Music of the Spheres pierced me through pulsating in me with waves of a thousand shades of feelings, attracting many multi-colored atoms to their place strictly defined. Enlarging, I acquired contours, arms and legs appeared, I felt my own boundaries, and the planetary spirits in turn came up to me and circled with me in the whirlwind of the Dance of Destiny, spinning my body at a frantic speed, but in the rhythm of the Music, which was full of amazing depth and power.

      The music faded. Everything was over. Ugh! I stood still

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