2. The Book of Knowledge. 1. 5. Pressure chamber

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

PART 2. ANOTHER REALITY

Day No. 1

CHAPTER 1.5. The PRESSURE CHAMBER

After dinner, we gathered in the hall to practice “panthers” and all sorts of other exercises, then, at about 23:00, we lay down for mantras.

Mantras are such syllables, or words, or small phrases in Sanskrit from the Holy Books, for example, from the Vedic. There is the magical Power of Sound in syllables, or rather, in each letter. Any mantra itself is not a spell or a magic formula. That is, the magical Power belongs not to the Mantra, but to the Sound pronounced with the required intonation, for a specific purpose, with the energy put into it. First of all, it’s exactly WHO and HOW, and not WHAT. The pronunciation of a Sound generates a vibration that pulsates in a wave at a certain frequency. And in any vibration or wave there is some information, it is read consciously or unconsciously at the level of the Subconscious (or Soul) by those who receive the “wave”. Mantra in Buddhism is similar in meaning to the Jesus Prayer in Christianity. On Mount Athos, the monks of the hesychasm school recited a prayer, looking at their navel, and plunged into a deep trance, in which the cerebral cortex was switched off, one took a step away from reality, all biological rhythms and the body were restored, energy flows came into balance.

Seminarians of RAM used to call our meditations as mantras, we got accustomed to the expression “lie down on mantras”. In fact, there were almost no mantras, and meditations were held to various kind of music (sometimes sad, sometimes joyful) with periodic inclusion of prayer chants of Tibetan monks, and more … The sounds of the DNA of various plants, minerals, cells, which carried healthy vibrations, were recorded on the disks and read by cells of bodies of listeners. Each program was designed for certain systems, for example, the circulatory system or the spine. The last, fifth, program was aimed at working with stem cells, or, as they are also called, leader cells. These programs had been developed by RAM together with the famous academician, molecular biologist Peter Garyaev, and given to listen to various categories of patients in hospitals. The results impressed everyone: both those who didn’t believe and those who did.

Each program lasted about three hours. At ordinary seminars, RAM gave only fragments of about forty minutes to listen to, since it was very difficult to lie down for so long out of habit. One must lie on the back in a closed system position with the hands raised up, palms closed above the head “in prayer”, the knees raised up, the feet kept on the floor, but closed, like the hands. There, in the mountains, we had to lie each mantra at full from the beginning till the end. Meditation was one of my favorite activities.

Meditating, you can balance the flow of energy in all chakras, switch from the Conscious to the Subconscious without any stress, immerse yourself in no thoughts and, as it were, look at everything that happens from the outside. This is certainly a state of trance, the depth of which depends solely on the one who meditates. But you can also meditate while walking from the subway to your office or in the subway itself. In fact, anywhere. You concentrate your thoughts on some object or idea, you can attach attention to walking or breathing. It’s just a way to enter a trance. We often have an involuntary trance during the day, even when talking to someone, because such a state is necessary for our body as well as natural sleep and rest. You just haven’t paid attention to it. There is nothing terrible or strange about trance. It’s absolutely healthy reaction of the body. Brain activity during meditation resembles different phases of sleep according to the encephalogram. Some scientists even concluded that some states of Consciousness can combine NREM- and REM-phases of sleep with elements of wakefulness. If you need details, you can dig into smart books and clarify them. The people who tell you bedtime horror stories that meditation is an addiction are wrong. But meditation is dangerous in a deep state of trance, especially for those who don’t know the laws of Another Reality, one of which is the attraction of like to like.

During meditation, a person opens the usually closed Door to his Spirit, the Higher Self, and the astral body can, although it does not always do so, go for a walk. Question: where exactly will it go? No, not even like that… In what Sphere will the Higher Forces let one go for a walk? Before meditation, you need to tune in to the Higher Spheres, ask the Forces of Light to guard and protect you There. You can imagine a protective screen or cocoon around your body, which will become your protection. But there is no guarantee that you will be admitted to the Higher Spheres, since the only guarantee is your absolutely impeccable life on the Earth – a rare occurrence even among monks. So, most likely, you will get to the place, where there are the same Essences as your Soul. The main thing is to preserve the integrity of oneself, not to disintegrate into small pieces of different “Selves”, small atoms, of which we are composed here.

In case of disintegration, one risks to get back:

a) not in time (to stay there forever),

b) not in the original form (losing the original connections and creating new ones, in a different sequence, it will no longer be you),

c) partially (will you feel comfortable here without any part of yourself?),

d) attach parts of someone else (obsession).

In order to maintain integrity, it’s necessary not to lose the awake state of Consciousness, to remember oneself, to be aware of and control the situation. The easiest way to do this is when you have a specific purpose (what are you going There for) or a specific task. But even in this case, Evil Beings, thirsting for energy to prolong their existence, can meet you there by chance or find you purposefully and break you up. When images appear, check them. Even if you see God or Angels, don’t be too happy. Recite a prayer and admire what happens to them. And remember that only few people living on the Earth have access to the Higher Divine Spheres, bypassing the deceptive Astral World.

***

Every evening, or rather, every night, RAM told us to which of the monasteries she was sending our astral bodies, while the physical ones remained in the hall. That day she moved us to the Glade, familiar to me from ordinary seminars, where my path in the Astral always began, passing through 108 Springs and the Abyss, which must be overcome in order to get to the Monastery on the Mountain. Everything there for the first time had been unusual for me, then the Glade, 108 Springs, and the Abyss became the space traveled by me along and across, and the Monastery on the Mountain was almost my home.

But that time, having reached the springs and bathed in the pool of holy water, I suddenly moved to the Monastery, which I had never been to before. Built of white stone, the multi-level monastery protruded from a huge rock of a high-mountains range. The monastery seemed to me Buddhist, but I immediately saw behind it the vague outlines of other monasteries and temples of other religions of the world. As if they were overlapping and merging into one. The strange Monastery was transparent and radiant, vibrating, emanating the Light. Right in front of the monastery there was incense smoke or misty haze. I saw a white table in front of the entrance and the same transparent chairs around it. I didn’t go inside. I knew I had to wait for someone there.

Suddenly, RAM, or rather, her phantom, appeared. She sat down at the table on the right. From somewhere on the left, a phantom of Christ descended from above, I saw Him for the first time during meditations as well as, in general, for the first time and could hardly look at Him. Firstly, because He was exclusively of White Dazzling Light. Secondly, because I was… shy. Who was I to stand so close to Him? I instinctively took a step back. I wasn’t scared at all, even curious what was going on there. Did RAM see me? Why was she there? Christ sat down at the table a little to the left of the center. Buddha appeared in a misty haze. I couldn’t see Him either, because He was all in His own Light. His vibration was different from Christ, that’s why I knew Him as Buddha. Although I could be wrong too. The Patriarch came to the table. I didn’t feel the last images, but they were also of Those who were Higher than the others.

I got confused. What was I doing there? Spying on them out of curiosity? I had to leave. It was not the place for me. I tried to step back and bypass them in order to enter the Monastery. But suddenly, RAM called me to come to the table. And then a thought stroke me, that was not a refectory table, but an examination one. I was for an exam there!

I started praying silently. And they all were expecting something from me. I had to say something. I thought frantically about what to say to them. I hadn’t taken any exam question from the table. Well, like at an ordinary exam. I glanced at the white table, of course, there was nothing there.

They were silent, kindly silent. I felt warmed by Their presence. But I was embarrassed by my own stupidity: what should I say? What did they want from me?

Smiling, RAM held out her hand to me, as if I was supposed to pass her something. They all looked at me smiling. I tried to visualize my astral body, but I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t see my astral body point-blank. BUT… I suddenly realized that I had in my hands… (oh, what hands if I hadn’t any), well, I realized that, in addition to some kind of “Me There”, there was… a MANUSCRIPT. My own manuscript. The just completed First Part of the Book about Another Reality. I let the Manuscript go and it ended up in the hands of RAM, who, not without pride, passed it to those present. Everyone sitting at the examination table held it in hands in turn… (Hands? What am I writing now? But you understand, all this is conditional!) They scanned the vibrations of the Manuscript, nodded their heads approvingly, looked at me smiling.

“To be continued,” said RAM, sighing with hope, love, tenderness and pride at the same time.

“Write, Alice!” one of Those at the table said mentally, in a distinct thought.

I nodded in response. They dissolved slowly. And at that moment I heard RAM’s voice in the hall, on the Earth, “That’s enough. Let’s go back, lie down in the pentagram.”

It was easy to open the arms, but with the legs it was always harder. The body seemed petrified and alien. We were coming back to our senses slowly. Think about it, “come back to our senses”. Everyone who wanted to share what they had seen told us about their adventures. I kept silent.

***

It was past midnight. We all already thought that RAM would let us go, but she said that we had one more very important work to do with the Masters.

What happened next was not quite what was usually meant by hypnosis. In hypnosis, a person can be led to believe, as a rule, aloud, that there are wall in front of, behind, and around him, and the person is imprisoned. The one who plays the role of actor begins to check whether it is so. He feels the walls with his hands and tries to find a way out. People who observe the behavior of the hypnotized person are surprised by his plastic movements, which extremely accurately convey the physical sensation of a material, not imagined in hypnosis, obstacle. We feel the walls really exist.

No, there and then everything was different. RAM said nothing. She addressed her Astral Masters. Silently. We were sitting in a small hall, twenty seminarians, very sleepy. Having finished attuning to the Higher Forces of Light, RAM chose the one of us to work, Natasha. RAM told her to lie down and close her eyes, and told us to sit back and carefully observe what would happen.

RAM ran her hand over Natasha’s body, drawing a hood covering her. Natasha couldn’t see it, having closed her eyes a long time ago, and RAM made it in silence. At first, I thought that the hood was a sarcophagus, but the next day RAM would explain to me clearly that it was a pressure chamber. The sarcophagus, apparently, was my personal association with the Egyptian Mysteries from a past life.

A magic circle was outlined around Natasha, who lay with closed eyes under the hood in the pressure chamber. We were to sit behind. RAM again silently addressed the Masters. I knew what She was asking them for, but it would be better to refrain from comments. And then…

Natasha’s hands suddenly diverged to the sides. She sat down and started to make robot-like movements, precise and automatic. Our eyes were wide open at what was happening. No one in a normal state of Consciousness could do such body movements, and even at such a pace (with such speed). Natasha stood up. She was trying to get out of the outlined circle, but was blocked by an invisible wall. Natasha couldn’t see, at least with her earthly vision, the border line of the circle, but she was walking exactly along the edge. Round by round. Natasha wanted to approach RAM and leave the hall through the door, but RAM was outside the circle. As well as we and the door were.

The robot-like movements once again made me realize that the body was an automaton.

Yes, our body is an automaton, a robot. The physical body is a collection of atoms that form organs and their interconnection. The atoms are held exclusively by the will of the Spirit. Not Soul, exactly the Spirit. The automaton is initially set in motion by the Spirit. During life it’s supported by both the Soul and the Spirit, by the causes put into action from the inner planes of a person. The physical body itself doesn’t have a true life of its own, but only reacts to the impulses coming into it.

Having walked enough inside the magic circle, Natasha lay on the floor, exactly in her original position, and froze.

“The work is finished,” RAM said quietly, opened the pressure chamber, went up to Natasha and began to return her. “What’s my name?”

Natasha answered correctly.

“Well, fine.”

It took long time to Natasha to come back to her senses, then she told us, “It’s like you get out of anesthesia.” RAM addressed everyone,

“When this work is going on, the Masters can simultaneously work with those present in the hall, performing surgery on one’s astral body. A few years ago, a woman brought a girl who was about to undergo major heart surgery. After this work, already in the morning, the woman found hematomas and marks of anesthesia on her daughter’s body. She took photographs. When they returned home, the doctors canceled the surgery, as the girl’s heart turned out to be absolutely healthy. So, if anyone has been improved today, please let us know tomorrow.”

Around two in the morning we went to bed.

“Well, my dear students, we’ll start tomorrow at four in the morning. To the mountains, to the mountains!” the voice of RAM came when we were already climbing the stairs to the rooms.

***

Two o’clock in the morning. I was already exhausted. It seemed I had lived an eternity in one day. Svetlana set the alarm clock for four minus fifteen. I set mine for five minutes early. We agreed to wake up each other if one of us would miss the alarm-clock signal, being asleep.

“Alice, wait a bit! Don’t fly to the Astral just now! It won’t disappear. Just last question for today, okay?”

“Today is already tomorrow. Well?” I invited her, realizing that it was unlikely to be me who would wake up in an hour and 45 minutes.

“Was Natasha out There?”

“She went out There, yes… And even returned … safely …”

“Can you explain me what it was?”

“I can, but I don’t want to.”

“Why not, Alice?”

“Probably, it’s the most dangerous of the exercises. Even RAM didn’t comment on it. If you want, ask her yourself. Tomorrow. That is today already. I won’t say anything. I think she won’t either. She told us what she had been authorized to, it was Astral body surgery.”

“Is there no other way to get out? A safe one, I mean.”

“Do you want to try?”

“Well, I don’t know…”

“As Woland once said, ‘I get it, you want it, but you’re afraid of.’…”

“Is there no way for simple Out of Body Experience? Have you tried any?”

“There is nothing simple in general, and especially, for Out of Body Experience. No, I haven’t.”

“Well, of course. You don’t need any, you can do it automatically, since childhood.”

“Silly you, Svetlana. I wouldn’t go there. At all. Why are people so eager to get There? Can you not live on the Earth quietly?”

“Oh, Alice, please, tell me! Well, at least one way to get out of my body! Otherwise, I won’t be able to fall asleep, and I won’t let you as well!”

Svetlana took her favorite notebook and pen.

“Leave it. You don’t need to write anything. Who do you want to see now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, who will you visit in the Astral?”

“I plan to walk simply, can I?”

“Simply walking is dangerous, I told you. You need a goal.”

“Well, I’ll visit my friend.”

“Take the phone. Call your friend.”

“Are you kidding again?” Svetlana asked incredulously.

“Call, ask if he is at home now or where else…”

She made a call. Her friend was at home.

“Ask him to write any word on a piece of paper, just not saying it to you now. Let him put it on the table in his room. Without envelope. In an open place for you to read when you get there. And let him move some other object in the room until tomorrow. Something essential, that you remember in his room.”

“Is that all?” Svetlana asked.

I nodded my head wearily. They said goodbye.

“And…?”

“Go to bed.”

“But how can I reach there?”

“On foot… Don’t you know his address? Go to bed, Svetlana, go to bed. Where did you run? Don’t cross your arms and legs. Relax. Breathe calmly, focus on your breath. Direct your thought to the Third Eye. Remember the goal: to get into his room and read what he has written to you. And look around what he has moved there. After reading it, don’t relax there with him for a long time. Have pity on me, we have to get up at four minus fifteen, who will wake me up here?”