«Откройте Дверь, выходите».
Я открыла дверь. Патриарх перекрестил меня на прощание.
«Закрывайте за собой Дверь, повернитесь к ней спиной…»
Через пару минут я открыла глаза.
На Земле.
The Temple of the Souls
«Tonight you are going to RAM,» my colleague said in an orderly tone after listening to my retelling of the dream.
«No,» I objected, «I’m invited to the Beau Monde to cast spells tonight.»
«You won’t be casting any spells tonight. You need to get to know RAM. She comes twice a year for a week seminar. I just found out yesterday that she is here now.»
RAM, Raisa Akhmetovna Mansurova, sat in the center of the huge hall, talking about the amazing capabilities of everyone. A dazzling emanation along the contour of her earthly body seemed even to be real fire. We studied for five hours in the evening on weekdays and all day long on Saturday and Sunday. During the week of the seminar, I had the opportunity to talk privately with the Teacher several times. She read my manuscripts, looked in my future and saw the Light there. RAM taught us a lot, but I liked most meditating to music combined with mantras recorded during her expedition to Tibet.
…I closed my eyes. Having ceased to feel my physical body, I found myself in a picturesque place in the mountains, in a meadow with a babbling brook. On the right, there were ordinary mountains that I had seen in Tibet several years before in reality. To the left, there was an abyss, with other mountains behind, of Another Tibet, unknown to me. Somewhere in the distance, a small monastery rose on the top of a mountain to the right. The air took on blurry contours. Suddenly I felt that I was about to see my mother. Mom had long been very, very far away, and it was difficult for her to gather herself into the earthly image that would forever remain in my memory, but I would still recognize her from a thousand foggy outlines. Being as transparent as she was, I realized that we could neither hug in an earthly way nor speak in words. My physical body was in the hall at RAM seminar, I could look at «Me in the Hall» from There and move Consciousness into it, observing «Me in the Mountains» from the side. It was a game of instant movement, and I liked it. I was incredibly happy to see my mother. We were walking There, at the slightly open Door, where ordinary and other mountains coexisted, and communicating in silence, I didn’t even formulate phrases mentally, because only feelings remained, and everything else was unnecessary. Mom led me to the monastery on the mountain, where the fire was burning, although perhaps I mistook for it a huge vat with incense, shrouded in the misty haze from which our bodies, my mother’s and mine, were woven There. It was funny – we were transparent, while the monks were dense, wearing real clothes. It was strange that they didn’t pay much attention to us, just glanced at us briefly and continued their business.
After some time, the monks began to walk clockwise around the vat with incense or a fire emanating smoke, dancing, chanting mantras and striking musical instruments similar to tambourines. Mom invited me to dance with them. I had a strange feeling of joy and absolute peace dancing with my mother and the monks, who looked at me as if my appearance There was completely natural. Mom called me to the abyss, a bottomless one. I had once climbed mountains higher than 5,000 meters, but at that moment we were at an altitude of hundreds of thousands kilometers above sea level… or Earth? Indescribably beautiful and majestic. I felt the Earth so far from There that I needed to fly to it, and for quite a long time. We stood on the highest mountain of the World, Another World. The black mountains seemed to be monks’ souls. The fiery red sky resembled a sunset, but the earthly Sun was barely visible at the bottom of the abyss. There was nowhere to go higher, that was the Highest Sky, the Sky of Fire color. Mom wanted me to walk over the abyss, she took my hand, although that was an illusion, I just felt her supporting me. I took my first step into the void. We walked with her through the Fiery Sky, like people walking through an autumn park. Then I realized it was time for my mother to leave, and her outline slowly dissolved, merging with so called God. The last mantra sounded, and it seemed that all that Fiery Sky was contained in the single sound – OM.
The next day I found myself in the same meadow in the mountains. The level I found myself at the beginning of each meditation was below the level of the Fiery Sky, from where I returned to Earth. I knew in advance that my mother wouldn’t come and that I needed to talk to the monks. I moved to the left and discovered 108 springs with holy water, walked through them and went further, skirting the mountains. I saw the already familiar monastery in the distance, but the path ended at an abyss. I stopped in thoughts. Mountains surrounded me on all sides. A thin thread was stretched over the abyss. I suddenly felt someone approaching me from behind, turned around, finding myself with my back to the abyss, at the beginning of the thread leading to the monastery, and saw a smiling monk. He came so close that I instinctively took a step back on the thread. The monk continued to smile and hold me with his gaze so that I wouldn’t stumble, moving backwards, with my back to the monastery and my face to the monk. We walked slowly until I felt the ground under my feet. The monk pointed his hand in the direction of the fire, and I sat down nearby it. I asked him for help, telling him about my emptiness, but he smiled back. The rest of the monks appeared and began to dance around the fire. I approached each of them in turn and asked to help me, but they smiled and silently invited me to dance with them. I realized that it was time to return to Earth, and I found myself on that highest mountain where the Sky was fiery red. I went into that Sky until it all merged into the single sound – OM.
On the 3rd day the Monk met me at 108 springs. I asked him for help again, he silently smiled and showed the pool with Holy water from the springs.
I lay under the water with my eyes open, breathed and saw the smiling Monk bending over me above the water surface. He didn’t allow me to leave the pool while the water cleansed my astral body. I relaxed, closed my eyes and flew in a fiery stream at a great speed. Then the Monk made me understand that I was free, and I ran to the abyss over which the thread was stretched. The Monk looked at me with a smile, he knew that I could easily get to the monastery without anyone’s help. However, as soon as I set foot on the monastery grounds, I remembered the Man Who Was Not. I wanted to show him those magical places. I returned back to the springs, imagined Him as foggy as I was, standing at the edge of the abyss, took Him by the hand and guided with my gaze. He looked into my eyes, and I smiled at Him, just as the Monk had smiled at me the day before. I led Him to the Monastery and again returned to those 108 springs to lead my son as well. The Monk called me to the fire, and everything repeated – I danced with the monks, went to the top of the highest mountain to walk through the Sky of Fire color, and returned to Earth, when everything around me suddenly merged into the single sound – OM.
On the fourth day, each of the seminarians brought four bottles of champagne. We had to walk on broken glass. Many people ask why this is necessary, thinking that RAM teaches walking on glass only. Firstly, during the previous three days not a word was said about glass. Secondly, walking on broken glass seven times was just a fragment of the seminar. The purpose of this action is to hack the program written in Consciousness as «Impossible! Forbidden! It doesn’t happen like that! I won’t succeed!» People live according to the rules of the programs implanted in them, so they consider