2. The Book of Knowledge. 1. 1. The Silver thread

The BOOK of KNOWLEDGE,
a novel by Alexandra Kryuchkova
in the “PLAYING ANOTHER REALITY” series

PART 2. ANOTHER REALITY

Day No. 1

CHAPTER 1.1. The SILVER THREAD

“So, we’ll wake up at five in the morning. At five thirty we leave for the mountains. Let’s start weaving the Silver Thread…” RAM said with a smile at two o’clock in the morning.

Our hotel was located on the outskirts of the city, or rather, on a hill near a small park, beyond which there were the mountains.

Five thirty. The birds were already awake. It was difficult to walk, the road kept going up. After a while, we reached the beginning of the Path, where long ago someone had engraved the Ancient Flower of Life, consisting of numerous intersecting circles.

“This point is the beginning of the Path,” said RAM. “We’ll follow each other. Silently. Remember that with each step you leave a trace behind you weaving the Silver Thread. Try to enter the Flow and feel…”

We had to walk through the Path of Seven Sevens, a cycle of forty-nine years, it began at the Flower of Life from the moment of conception and passed through the Temple of Glory to the Temple of Wisdom. The path, bordered by stones, was quite narrow, so we really needed to walk along it one by one. To the left, there was a wide road leading to the distant mountains. We gradually climbed higher and higher, to the right. Bushes grew on both sides of the path. It was still dark. Somewhere behind us, in the valley, between two chains of mountains, in a foggy predawn haze, there was a city unknown to me.

Suddenly, the path joined the road again. RAM stopped and said, “One day each of us is given a choice in life: to take the big and comfortable road that the majority walks on, or to choose the thorny narrow path to our Temple of Glory. We will follow the path. Notice how many stones will come across on our path. These are various obstacles.”

We kept walking in silence. All the way I felt that I was not there, in China, but “where the Mayans had been”. It was like an obsession. I didn’t even know where the Mayans had lived, or what the places they had lived looked like.

Steep steps paved with colorful stones led to the Temple of Glory. On a small platform in front of the Temple’s columns, there were some pillars.

“Once they were angels … Touch them with your hand so that they help you,” said RAM, and we entered the Temple of Glory one by one. “Here our age corresponds to thirty-three years. In a few minutes we will meet the Sun.”

And so the Sun appeared from behind the sleeping city. It was bright orange. But RAM told us to take a closer look to see all the colors of the rainbow in the Sun. It seemed strange to me, but at the same moment I really saw a rainbow, after which the Black Spot, a transition point, appeared. Being swallowed by that spot was dangerous. We reached out to the Sun. RAM taught us the greeting of the four elements – the Sun (Fire), Wind (Air), Water and Earth, as well as all their visible and invisible helpers. After that we set off along the path to the Temple of Wisdom, but in the middle of the way we stopped.

“Look to the left,” said RAM, pointing to a cross-shaped area where the grass appeared to have been trampled down. “Here is the Temple of the Soul, invisible to ordinary sight. Only by passing through it we can reach the Temple of Wisdom. The Temple of the Soul is white in color, like a hut in some countries. Picture it in your imagination.”

I remembered that my Temple of the Soul was cruciform and exactly white in color, like rural cottages.

“Walking the Path on your own tomorrow, stop at the Temple of the Soul and meditate,” added RAM before we continued on the path.

We entered the Temple of Wisdom.

“Here our age corresponds to forty-nine years, or seven sevens. We must transfer our knowledge and power to the Successor. If we don’t do this, we won’t be able to go through another cycle of forty-nine years. Think about who your Successor is, imagine him or her next to you. What do you feel thinking that now this person will not follow you, but will go ahead of you?”

We all thought about it, and RAM continued, “Adults wish them all the best, without thinking that it’s best for themselves, not for their children. They want the child to realize what the parents could not. For example, someone wanted to play the piano, but there was no money in the family. And now their son is obliged to graduate from a music school in piano, and to enter the conservatory, despite the fact that he likes to paint, dreaming of becoming an artist. Breaking a person’s Path, we bring him misfortune. Excessive demands lead to constant stress and teach us to step over ourselves or withdraw into ourselves, and any internal conflict creeps out sooner or later. It looks like a pre-programmed explosion, no one knows where, when and how it will happen, but the mechanism has already been set in motion. A child needs to try all good things a little bit, so that he understands what he is drawn to, what is given to him by the Creator. And parents should accept his choice and help him on the Path. The second mistake of parents is just the opposite of the first one. They don’t clone themselves in an ideal form, but dissolve in their child since the moment of his birth. Thus, the Self of the parents disappears, they don’t fulfill their destiny on the Earth. They live the life of their children, solely for their sake, not noticing anything around, instead of living together with them. As a result, either a fierce conflict of generations arises and the children leave their parents, or the parents are returned home to Heaven.”

I remembered an acquaintance who found herself in the Void. She had devoted her whole life to her own children, but children tend to grow up, so they once did, leaving her home for distant lands. Of course, they communicated with their mother, but not in the same way as before. The woman felt herself useless and from catastrophic loneliness did not want to live anymore. Six months later, she was diagnosed with cancer.

“For what? What should I do?” she asked me, crying. I said that there were many lonely people on the Earth, both children abandoned by their parents and old people sent by their children to nursing homes. I suggested that she go to the nearest orphanage, play with the children, read fairy tales to them, chat with them. But the woman shook her head negatively. “Why?” I wondered, and she remained silent.

Placing the phantom of my son in front of me, I looked at the site of the Temple of Wisdom and saw no continuation of the Path. Did the road fall into an abyss?

“Yes, yes,” confirmed RAM, as if reading my mind. “At the moment when we let our children go, it seems to us that life is over, there is nowhere to go further, and the Path ends. But come to the cliff and look into the abyss.”

I came to the edge of the platform, and the continuation was revealed to my eyes, the Path went sharply down and led to the valley. You could see it only standing right on the edge of the abyss. We walked along the grove, going ever to the right, until we found ourselves on the road that separated the next mountain slopes.

“So, is the way over?” asked RAM with a smile.

There were bushes on both sides of the road. The continuation of the way was invisible. We were silent. RAM crossed the road and pushed the branches apart with her hands, beyond which the path continued leading to the top of another mountain with another Temple.

“We must reach the Olympus of your Successor,” she said, pointing to the upper Temple. “There the Successor will turn forty-nine, and we will walk twice seven by seven. Don’t forget that we are not just walking! Our Silver Thread winds behind us invisibly.”

We descended to the foot of the mountain and again started climbing the serpentine path until we reached a huge stone of irregular shape, located on a small platform with a steep cliff into the abyss. RAM said it was the Guru’s Stone.

Mountains surrounded us on all sides. There was a suitable place for shouting. The locals used to come to the mountains in the morning to shout out the negative – their sore points. Indeed, while we were walking along the path, we heard shouting on various topics, expressed in primitive sound combinations. And we, too, began to shout, each one about his own, and then, standing in a circle and making a wish, we shouted out our names and three times loudly in chorus, “Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!”

I suddenly realized that there was a Corridor with Doors to other Spaces there. Rather, all Spaces merged together, you were simultaneously in all of them, and you were heard everywhere. All dimensions were superimposed on one another. There was no such thing as a specific place of some dimension. They were present everywhere and at the same time, penetrating each other through and through. But each of them had its own vibrations, its own wavelength. In some places on the Earth, there were such points where the waves of other dimensions fountained so strongly that they burst into our reality. Why that happened, I didn’t know, but the Corridor on the mountain near the Guru’s Stone was one of such places.

An ordinary person doesn’t see Other Worlds, and should not. In exceptional circumstances, for example, on the verge of life and death, a person can automatically switch and see Another Reality anywhere in the world. Extraordinary people can change vibrations at will, adjusting them to the right frequency for the right dimension. It’s like switching radio stations. If I like the song playing on the radio wave 103.7, it’s okay, I’m listening to it. If I don’t like it, I switch to 106.2. But in the case of other dimensions, there is a law of attraction of like to like. That is, not everything that you want, you are able to see or hear. For example, a bright person will be allowed to see the Light Worlds, but other people, no matter how much they want to, will not be allowed there. Don’t experiment, because one day you may not just re-tune and see that dimension here, but be transported there and disappear here forever.

Having shouted at our heart’s content, we continued our ascent to Olympus.

The steps to it were paved with small pebbles with patterns of geometric shapes. Behind Olympus there was a rectangular platform where the Force lived as well.

“In this Temple, your Successor transfers knowledge and power to his Successor,” said RAM. “Now you have two phantoms in front of you.”

We went around the platform clockwise and continued the path. An hour later we found ourselves at the starting point of the route, at the Flower of Life. The circle was closed.

“Excellent!” said RAM. “Since each of you must visit each Place of Power, where we will be, at least twice, tomorrow you’ll get up at night on your own and go the same circle without me. It’s necessary to walk slowly, at a great distance from each other, so as not to mix the energy.”

We walked down to the park and returned to the hotel, where breakfast awaited us. It was 10 o’clock in the morning.