2. The Book of Knowledge. 2. 1. Music of the Spher

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

PART 2. ANOTHER REALITY

Day No. 2

CHAPTER 2.1. MUSIC of the SPHERES

I woke up a minute before my alarm clock.

That’s what happens to me like they wake me up. I don’t know who, but it’s very convenient. Before going to bed, tell what time to wake you up. It works. Especially when it’s necessary to wake up in the middle of the night not to oversleep the plane. I fly often. On airplanes as well.

I gently tried to wake Svetlana, but she kicked with her hand. She hadn’t got enough time for the Astral. So, I let her take another nap…

That morning we were to walk the Path on our own, one by one, alone, weaving our own Silver Thread. I went downstairs. There was a mountain of water bottles at the reception, at the door to the sport hall where we studied. Just pure water. I took one. RAM required us to drink a little bit of water all day long. It was dark inside, there was no one, everyone was still sleeping. I went outside – none of our seminarians, as well as none of others. A thirty minutes walk to the beginning of the Path. First – down the hill, on top of which our hotel was located. After the barrier, turn left. That’s where the park started, the park that resembled a forest. Especially now. In the death of the night.

I was walking in absolute silence. Even the birds hadn’t woken up yet. In absolute darkness. The Sunrise was long ahead. At the rate we were working there, one could once again calmly fall asleep and wake up… Through the forest… At four in the morning… But what an air! Especially after my stuffy city… Lightweight… That is, with the bottle of H2O… I had nothing else with me… And not a soul around… Surrealism… But I wasn’t scared. I had only a fear to lose the way that led to the starting point of the Path. Being in a group, you don’t watch for the turns. The next day, as a lone wolf, you have to stop at the forks and turn following the Spirit, your own.

The path went up sharply. I climbed up, almost scrambling, crossed the platform and came out onto a relatively large road. Now it spiraled up to the top of the hill. There was the Castle, to the right of which there was a fork and a sign of intersecting circles inside the Flower of Life, the pattern of Creation. Finally, I got there, on the Path, and again, instantly, I felt the place where the Mayans had lived. Illusion. Glitch. I would ask RAM, why and what for.

At the place where the Temple of the Soul, invisible to the ordinary eye, was located, I stopped and stretched my left hand above the ground, with the inside of the palm down. In the mornings before sunrise, it was cool in the mountains, because the Wind didn’t sleep there at night, but my palm suddenly was pierced with warmth. I moved my hand alternately to the left, then to the right of Temple place, and the warmth was disappearing.

I remembered a story happened to me in the Caves of the Lebanon mountains. In one of the grottoes, my left hand began to beat with energy waves so strong that I involuntarily stopped. My hand was throbbing, my right hand was cold, and my left… I suddenly felt the size of my astral body. I stretched both hands in front of me and saw the field around them. I played, trying to unite not physical hands, but the edges of my astral ones. Funny. Already the entire left side of the body was vibrating, as recently only my hand. What kind of grotto was that? Straight up magic. People around walked back and forth, talking. They just made it difficult for themselves to feel. It would be better for themselves to keep silent. Silence is the key to everything. I entered the next grotto, and the special effects left me. There are such riddle-like places on the Earth…

Having returned from my trance memories to the Path, I looked at the place of the Temple of the Soul and suddenly I saw two Flows moving above the Temple at a great speed. They were so clearly visible that I winced. I had never seen such movements in the air before. I turned around to find some of ours to ask if anyone else could see the same. But there was no one. So I kept walking.

I entered the Temple of Glory. I looked at the unfamiliar city sleeping in the valley between mountain ranges. Somewhere far below. I didn’t want to go down there at all. It was the same as the city where I lived in. Nothing interesting. How could they sleep there, having right next to them such Path? The mountains? Strange people. If there had been mountains near my house, you wouldn’t have seen me in the city…

I passed through the Temple of Wisdom and down into the gorge. The birds were waking up. Suddenly, I heard the shouts of the seminarians walking along the Path. Everyone shouted something different and in their own way, one by one. And in these shouts there was, on the one hand, a magical connection between all of us walking along the Path, similar to the feeling of the chain, on the other hand, a feeling of freedom: shout into the Space for your health, whatever you want, and so as much as you want, from the bottom of your heart.

When I reached the Guru’s Stone, the Sun was already blazing. I looked into the long Corridor leading to all the Spaces, which doors were ajar there, and I thought, it was so great to have Places of Power where one could be everywhere at once and at the same time, staying just at one point.

I didn’t remember how long I had been waiting for Svetlana. Time was different there. Finally, she appeared. We stood over the cliff and shouted out sounds corresponding to certain organs and chakras. Then we made a wish, cheerfully shouted into the Corridor of Spaces “Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!” and added our names. Just in case. If they hadn’t heard us shouting the day before.

“Alice, why are we shouting all these sounds?” Svetlana asked me.

I sighed drinking H2O.

“There is a great magical Power in the sound. It’s possible to make such a sound that the Mountains that are in front of us will move from their place. Sound attracts Power, energy.”

“Positive energy?”

“Different. It depends on the sound. One sound can kill a person, another can resurrect.”

“Not words?”

“And what is the word spoken aloud, in your opinion? Isn’t it sounds? Each letter is a sound, so, it has its own certain vibration. RAM said to shout the vowels to awaken the chakras because they correspond to the Seven Chakras. Each chakra and each corresponding vowel has, among other things, its own personal color, since color is vibration, waves. Each letter, each sound has its own color. Indian mantras contain more vowels than consonants, because vowels have more energy. The Seven Vowels are represented by special signs on the crown of the Seven-Headed Serpent of Eternity, they also correspond to all our bodies and the Spheres. We pass through these Spheres leaving the Earth. Theoretically, we should throw off all our clothes-bodies one by one until we reach the Highest. However, in practice, few people manage to do it.”

“So do we need to shout all these vowels all the time, and that’s all?”

“You can sing them as well. And whatever sounds you want at the moment. Preferably away from people. People are completely unpredictable creatures… Singing pleasant sounds is good for the body. We tune it to certain vibrations. Each organ works at its own frequency, sounds, as well as colors, affect the organs of the physical body. Accordingly, unpleasant sounds are harmful. If today you are drawn to A, you shouldn’t sing U. Listen to yourself.”

“Who invented the letters?”

“People.”

“Well, who else, of course, people…”

“No, no, Svetlana, there were other people first. They had neither words, nor written language.”

“How did they communicate?”

“Soul to soul. And then… Do you remember the legend of the Tower of Babel? The Language of the Soul was gradually forgotten. And people had to invent languages of the Material World. The letters, according to Chaldeans, came from the north, where the wolves lived. In the coniferous forests…”

“Are you reading it in real time?”

“Yes,” I nodded in response, “on-line.”

“So you communicated with Ray in that Soul language of yours, right? It turns out, no words are needed.”

“Words have tremendous power, both spoken and left to themselves. A word is a thought. Any text can be read, no matter what language it is written in. You have to read with your feelings. It’s not words that are primary, but thoughts and images, what is behind the words. We are used to thinking in words, but it’s easier for the Subconscious to speak in a language that doesn’t know words. Thoughts have a wave, vibrational nature. It’s people who put them into words. Have you ever been trying to find the words to express something, but couldn’t find exact ones?” Svetlana tried to remember.

“It often happens to me,” without waiting for her answer, I said. “Any word is always the limitation of thought. We are forced to enclose thought within the framework of words we know, like a bird in a cage.”

“So does the word mean nothing?”

“The word is the real Magic Wand. The key to what is hidden. If the right word is spoken at the right time and in the right place, it’s Magic. The correct sound matters. Not only the meaning and image behind the word is important, but also the sound, intonation, feeling, emotion, that psychic energy that endows the word with Power. The word or words of each person, quite unconsciously, are a blessing or a curse for him. When we say something, in fact, we are already conjuring up the creation of our reality. Remember God creating the world. In the beginning, there was the Word.”

“Listen, Alice, then our names are…”

“Access code. Each name contains a certain program. It acts on a person from birth. From the moment they start calling him by that name. The vibrations of the letters of the name adjust the vibrations of the Soul in their own way. Since certain information is hidden in each letter, the name carries a special meaning. Diminutive and abbreviated names, and any modifications of the name, respectively, reflect changes at the vibrational level. For example, Alexandra is one thing. Sasha is completely different. Thus, addressing a person, choosing one of the variations of his name, you automatically call him to respond to the very wave you send with your call awakening certain qualities in him.”

“And what about the church tradition to name someone with the name of some Saint? Why is that?”

“If you name your son George in honor of your grandfather, whom you loved very much, because, for example, he was kind, then on a subconscious level you already bind your son to grandfather with your thought. Thought carries energy and activates the Force. Why should your son repeat the fate of his grandfather? If you name your son George in honor of the Saint George the Victorious, then mentally connect your son to the vibrations of the Saint, which, of course, cannot be compared with the vibrations of any, even a very good person. And then your son should establish his own connection with St. George, mentally addressing him, and maintain it throughout his life. This is, of course, a primitive explanation, but …”

“Do you remember RAM saying something about one of her Masters who worked with sounds?”

“Yes, he was engaged in a system of human transformation through sounds and music. There is probably nothing new in this method, because even in ancient times, both in Egypt and India, sounds were used for healing. It’s interesting, Indian music doesn’t accept sounds in its melodies that are not present in nature. There is nothing artificial in it. Every note and semitone has its representative in the animal kingdom. Indian music has existed since antiquity. All the legends of India speak of music as a magical gift of the Gods to the Earth. Among other types of art, it takes the honorable 1st place. Sound therapy is not entertainment, but a psychological and spiritual means of influencing a person. Even a single sound has a huge impact, and the melody? It’s a whole complex of sounds – waves and energies – selected in one or another combination. They influence not so much the physical organs of hearing, but the subtle bodies, the Soul. Naturally, in different ways. Classical music, as a rule, positively. Sharp disharmony, welcomed at parties, brings aggression, destroys the field structure. It looks like an explosion of integrity, the creation of chaos. Such music radiates the destructive energy of Death, which often leads people either into a state of demonic trance – aggressive activity, or into a passive deep depression. First of all, and this is obvious to everyone, music affects mood. Try playing something tragic on the piano for a kid who can’t speak yet. He will cry. I had that with my son. Once I was playing so sadly that he clutched at my skirt weeping and tried with all his might to pull me away from the piano. I haven’t experimented since. Music has a suggestive effect, can induce trance, wound healing, plant growth. It changes one’s breathing rate. Sounds can do so much! They say that you can even cure diseases with the help of waves, but I think it’s about readjustment of the wrong vibrations of the organs to harmonious ones. The goal is to achieve divine harmony in the whole body, and even better, in all bodies.”

“Is that why Feng Shui requires sounding pendants, bells?”

“Sounding pendants and bells attract and accumulate the vital energy. Remember my Tibetan musical bowl. When you draw along its edges, it makes a certain sound and has the same effect.”

“I remember, of course, because I like it very much. I’ve been looking for the same one for a long time. But the one I found had a different pattern.”

“What does the different pattern matter, if you like its sounds? My bowl is mine. You got yours.”

“Why was there the bamboo flute in Feng Shui?”

“In the school of Pythagoras, it was customary to greet the dawn on the seashore by playing flutes. True, I’m not sure that on bamboo. Flutes are a typically Asian healing tool. Bamboo is a plant of increased vitality, a symbol of longevity. Therefore, bamboo flutes are considered talismans against bad luck and trouble. My great-grandfather played the flute at the Bolshoi Theatre. He is even listed in its encyclopedia and Wikipedia. As a child, I dreamed of learning to play the flute. But as a result, I graduated from music school in piano, and now sometimes I play the guitar…”

“Did you compose music by any chance?”

“No, I didn’t write it by chance. It used to pour on me from There. I could play for hours without interruption what I heard, not knowing what notes would be next. I played in the evenings, without turning on the light, with my eyes closed. Total immersion in trance, although at that time I didn’t even know that there was such a word in our language. Neighbors prophesied me a conservatory. Two professors from there came to listen to me playing.”

“Why didn’t you go to the conservatory?”

“It’s impossible to cover everything. I just felt that way.”

“I wanted to ask you, Alice… about the small bells, where did they come from? From big church ones?”

“Bells are one of the ritual objects found in almost all religions. In Buddhism, it’s a female symbol, along with the Lotus. Its sound symbolizes both the Void and intuitive wisdom. Bells came in Christianity from Tibet. Bell ringing clears the space of negative energies and causes a response in the human body. Remember RAM’s exercise with bells.”

“The one we are marching?”

“Yes, we are pushing negative energy out of the body. We have channels on our feet through which the negativity goes into the ground.”

“What’s the church chanting needed for?”

“It’s also magic. White magic. It doesn’t matter that you don’t understand the meaning of the spoken words. The sound of church chants, as well as the monotonous reciting of the Holy Scriptures during the liturgy, affects a person, automatically connecting him to the Higher Spheres. While you are in a trance, work is going on to align your subtle field structures, the Soul. It may be hard for the physical body to stand at the liturgy, but the Spirit rejoices.”

“I’m not really drawn to the church,” Svetlana confessed.

“It smells of obsession…” I said seriously and smiled.

In the meantime, we had already reached Olympus, walked it around, stood on the rectangular platform and, walking at a slow pace, closed the Silver Thread, returning to the Flower of Life.

“Listen, Alice, what is the Music of the Spheres?”

“The doctrine of the Music of the Spheres dates back to India, although now many attribute it to Pythagoras. The Universe is Music that sounds continuously throughout the entire cycle of its existence. Not only every planet, every Sphere, but every object in the Universe down to the smallest particle has its own vibration, wavelength, unique sound – its Music. Our Universe has a wavelength that corresponds to the sound OM (AUM) in the East. The most sacred word in India, mystical syllable, mantra. Usually always present in prayers, it is a symbol of the Absolute, the visible, manifested aspect of God. Each of the letters refers to one of the three elements – Fire, Water and Air. This Sound is a characteristic of that which fills all space and is often identified with Ether. On the one hand, it refers to space, on the other hand, it is beyond the Space and Time. It’s the source of all that exists. As the Initiates say, ‘One who knows the Sound knows everything. One who is Sound sounds and never dies’.”

“Cool… What about the Music of the Spheres, what is it like?”

“It’s very beautiful, of all the rainbow colors.”

“What has it to do with the rainbow colors?”

“Every sound has its own color.”

“Are you saying that music is a picture?”

“Yes, any music is a living picture shimmering with various colors and shades. Many composers saw music in color. Scriabin, for example.”

Svetlana sighed heavily, and I laughed kindly, of course.

“The Northern Lights are the vibrations of sound in color.”

“No, Alice, stop, it’s too much,” Svetlana exclaimed in horror, folding her hands in prayer.

It was already very hot. We were a couple of steps away from the hotel. I was finishing my H2O.

“Alice, can I hear the Music here?”

“Why not. But as for me, I wouldn’t experiment.”

“Why?!”

“What’s the name of the place we are now, as well as of our hotel?” I asked smiling.

“Millionaires’ Hill… RAM told me yesterday. Solid villas all around! And why?”

“We are at the local Rublyovka*. Why should you listen to such music?”



*a place where very rich people have cottages.