2. The Book of Knowledge. 3. 1. Kailash

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

PART 2. ANOTHER REALITY

Day No. 3

CHAPTER 3.1. KAILASH

That morning we walked along the Path to the Temple of Wisdom, descended into the gorge, but turned left instead of right and followed the main road to the platform where RAM met us.

“Now we’ll go higher, remember the way,” she said. “Every day in the morning we’ll go further and further into the mountains until we reach the farthest point of our program. Today we’ll climb to the top, where the Pendulum is located. Each of you will approach it in turn. You need to feel in which direction you deviate from the center, try to restore balance. After the Pendulum, the top of the Mountain Earth awaits us.”

We were walking along the main road, climbing higher and higher. At the next fork RAM stopped and said, “Here it is. As I promised. Look at the mountain on the left, get acquainted: Kailash in miniature. On the way back, we’ll climb it. There is the Mirror on its reverse side, invisible now.”

We climbed up to the Pendulum. It was a real Pendulum in the form of a cone, suspended on a huge heavy chain from a triangular, I would even say pyramidal, metal structure, installed on top of the mountain. The iron structure at the top was closed by an unusual sign that looked like several stretched strings. Perhaps the sign symbolized the strings of our Soul, which needed to be tuned properly in accordance with the harmonious vibrations of the Universe.

Everything that exists in the world is energy. It moves, vibrates, not disappearing anywhere, but taking different forms. Everything visible and invisible are vibrations of energies of various levels or kind, but all together is a certain Unity of the One Force, manifested in the multitude, which, in its constant movement, is performing the beautiful dance of the Universe.

We approached the Pendulum one by one, touched it with our hands, trying to feel in which direction we were being pulled. I put both palms on the cone, raised my head and saw the next mountain range, reminiscent of the Egyptian Pyramids. Harmony and peace reigned in my soul. I was drawn neither to the left nor to the right. I exhaled calmly, gave way to the next one, and, bypassing the Pendulum clockwise along the path that formed a magic circle, descended to the platform overlooking the city.

The Sun had just risen, but the misty haze hadn’t yet dissipated over the city. I loved fog. It reminded me of Another Reality. There was something ghostly in it, similar to our other body, which would remain after the burial of the physical one.

The wind played with my hair. Standing over the cliff at the edge of the mountaintop with the Pendulum, my arms outstretched, I wanted to fly up to move at least to the Egyptian Pyramids, located beyond the abyss. I looked at them and couldn’t believe my eyes, it was their copy. Far to the right and somewhere below, there were the mountains already conquered by us, which we had climbed weaving our Silver Thread. Now they seemed very small. The Pendulum didn’t hold me. I was drawn to the Pyramids. Everyone there had different feelings. Someone was drawn to one place, someone to another. RAM said that in the following days, in the mornings before we met at the next point, we should go to those places where we had already been, but we would be drawn to again.

Having descended into the valley, we continued the Path along the road, surrounded on both sides by bushes and trees. Suddenly, RAM stopped and, spreading the next bushes, pointed to an inconspicuous path that went to the right.

“Now we’ll ascend to the top, called Earth.”

We followed her in a single file, trace in trace, the path was narrow. In one place we had to jump over a deep crack, as if the earth there once had tried to open up, but for some reason changed its mind. Climbing the top, I looked at the chain of mountains behind the cliff, which more and more seemed to me a replica of the Egyptian Pyramids. I turned around. Sasha was following me.

I paused for a moment and asked Sasha, “Don’t you see anything?”

“I see mountains, Daphne!”

“Well, look! There’s a little Sphinx!”

Sasha carefully looked at the next ridge of mountains, then looked at me and said with a smile, “Daphne, you’d better get out of Another Reality for now and look under your feet! What does this Sphinx matter to you? Well, the Sphinx… Well, the Pyramids. Egyptian. Yes… Have you never seen them?”

“Probably, this Place of Power really has a connection with other Places of Power,” I thought, continuing to climb to the top of the Earth. “At least, I have already felt the Mayas place on the Path, then I saw Greece, now – Egypt. I have to talk with my Moon Cat about that.”

Gradually, we climbed to the top of the Earth, which, compared to the platform near the Pendulum, was a small patch with an amazing view. To the right, behind the cliff, somewhere in the distance, we saw the mountain with the Pendulum, which seemed to be quite tiny. In the center of the top of the Mountain Earth, I saw a dot and thought that there should be one of the Earth’s axes right there. RAM told us to stand close to each other to fit in the patch.

“Once upon a time, there were statues of a family of goats instead of dilapidated pedestals here. Dad, mom and their son,” said RAM and pointed to three hills of stones of different sizes, towering along the edge of the peak above the abyss. “Now look up at the sky! You should see some silver dots in constant motion, the Silver Flow is made up of them. This is prana. Remember, in class, we stretched our hands up and imagined that we were holding a bowl into which the Silver Light was pouring. Stretch out your hands, try to feel the Flow. Move the bowl. Make sure it’s full and pour it over your head.”

I lifted my head and looked up. The sky was blue-blue. Not a cloud. Almost instantly, I noticed many dots in a chaotic movement. They were sparkling and really looked like silver. I had never noticed them before. I tried to shake the bowl formed by my hands. At previous seminars, we had practiced that exercise in the hall, and I had felt the bowl gradually filling with a certain substance, which, when swaying, overflew from right to left and left to right, and even had some weight.

Once, during my visit to the Monastery on the Mountain in Another Reality, the monks had taken prana out of their well with bucket and poured it over me from head to toe. Amazing feeling! And when I had ended up in the secret room in their Monastery, I was standing under the Silver Flow pouring from Heavens exactly in the center of the room.

Now I was under the same Flow, but in the Earthly Reality.

There are two types of energy. The one we get, for example, after eating, is physical or physiological. The other is free, cosmic, around us. Life Energy, also known as Life Force, Breath of Life, or Prana, is everywhere, at any point, in unlimited quantity. The amount of energy doesn’t change during the existence of the Universe with all its forms, creatures and everything visible and invisible. Prana is part of a great energy reserve. We can see only the use of energy by various forms. You can feel its effects when it’s attracted to some place where it was absent before. Prana belongs neither to the Astral nor the Mental Spheres. It’s a living entity, similar to the ethereal, pure energy, absolutely harmless. Rather, it’s very useful and necessary. It must freely pass through the energy channels of the body, circulating in it. If there are obstacles in the form of plugs or holes somewhere, the normal flow is disturbed. In these places, all sorts of illnesses usually appear in the physical body. One can increase one’s amount of prana, for example, with the help of silence, meditation, singing. There are many ways. You can imagine that very bowl, fill it and overturn on yourself. You can use the Power of Thought to direct the Silver Flow to any center, chakra or organ in order to wash it and fill it with energy. Remember that any Thought is material, the Energy follows the Thought, and you will succeed.

I was standing among the seminarians exactly in the center and at the point of the invisible Axis. A powerful vortex of vibration swirled around us. It was so strong that a thought flashed through my mind, I could instantly leave the body, or the Force would transfer me along with my body from there to somewhere else in the blink of an eye.

I remembered a woman, seminarian, suddenly teleported with RAM to the other side of the mountain in the presence of witnesses, somewhere around there a couple of years before. The woman had been terribly frightened, she hadn’t told anyone anything for a long time, and then had decided that she wouldn’t have go anywhere else, since “East or West, home is best.”

I stepped off the top of the Earth onto the path, ‘not now’. I decided to come back later by myself, I would.

“Amazing,” I said to Svetlana.

“What’s amazing?” she asked.

“Did you feel how powerful the Flow is here?”

I told Svetlana about my feelings, but she was drawn to the Pendulum.

We descended from the Earth and headed to the foot of the Kailash copy.

***

The real Kailash is in Tibet not so far from there. Tibet is one of the most magical places in the world. If you ever feel that you need to go there, you will definitely have the opportunity to get there. I lived in Lhasa, the capital of Tibet. By the way, “Lha” in translation means “The Higher Spheres Spirits”. Lhasa is a place of high altitude (3,700 meters above sea level), surrounded by mountains. A small city with beautiful houses. The windows, furniture and many other objects will impress you with their stunning hand-paintings. According to the locals, every house is being built by the whole village. Just like that, not for money. Every village has its own artist. He paints everything that can be painted for free. Not just to get rid of, but with the Soul, with Love, so that any painted object is worthy to become an exhibit of the local historical museum.

Lhasa struck me with its peaceful energy. The people live poorly there. At the huge market in the city center you can find unique things. They cost pennies. Such pennies that your heart doesn’t allow you to bargain. The locals don’t do that. They take offence if you start lowing the price, because they never overcharge. They are not used to lying. I’m used to the oriental bazaars, where you constantly have to use your internal screen as a calculator, so as not to make a mistake, voicing the lower starting price threshold at auction.

I felt at home in Lhasa. No one pesters you on the street like in India. No one tries to sell you something. No one seems to notice you. Everyone there has their own Path. Just walk calmly and breathe in the mountain air, while coming across the locals spinning drums. It’s a small prayer drum on a stick. Inside the drum, there are scrolls of thin paper with mantras in Sanskrit. The drum spins around its axis if you make rotational movements with its stick clockwise. The purpose of such action is to harmonize the surroundings, because the mantras awakened in spinning emit vibrations of positive energies. No one asks anyone to walk with a prayer drum, no one pays money for that. Tibetans drum for the benefit of others. In mountain monasteries, large prayer drums are installed along the road to the main entrance, you can spin them along the way, each in turn or at least one.

There are many monasteries in Lhasa both in the mountains and in the city itself. I visited exactly as much as it was possible to catch in the days I spent there. Each monastery has libraries of ancient books. The largest and most famous monastery is the Potala rising above Lhasa. It was built on the rock and was once the residence of the Dalai Lama. This is the name of the lama, whose wisdom is like the ocean. Many come to talk to the Dalai Lama, it’s the latest fashion trend for the cool ones to appear even cooler and insert at bohemian parties, “I talked with the Dalai Lama!” And I didn’t, I’m talking with God. All my life. With God, who is present everywhere, in everything that surrounds us: in flowers, in animals, in people, in everything.

I climbed the mountains there. To a height of 5,700. Even in the mountains, along the paths pilgrims walk or cars drive, suddenly here and there you see stones on which someone wrote a prayer or drew a beautiful pattern. Beautiful and prayer. Do you understand? Not some phallic symbol. Not a swear word. And not even “Vasya has been here”. The same Vasya who has just talked with the Dalai Lama.

In these seemingly small things is the whole of Tibet. The real one. The original. Where people do good for no reason. Everywhere.

There are many legends connected with Tibet. Many believe that the key to knowledge is in the Himalayas. It is said that once this country was inhabited by the Teachers of Light, the Sons of Wisdom. Then, long ago, in the center of today’s Gobi desert, which was an endless sea, there was a Magic Island, whose inhabitants were Other People. In the northwestern part of Tibet, there is the cherished Shambhala, a fabulously happy Land of the Gods. Perhaps this is (was) the same Magic Island. Shambhala is a mysterious place, in Buddhism it is believed that it is from there that the Buddha of the Future, Maitreya, will appear. Many were looking for Shambhala. Hitler was looking for, but I think he didn’t find it. A lot of people are looking for it. Have you ever tried?

When I climbed the mountains, we stopped at a huge Sacred Lake. The guide said that on its shores Other People and ordinary people used to live. And they communicated and saw each other. And then ordinary people stopped seeing the Others. I know that the Others are still There. They have never disappeared.

In the Himalayas, there is a mysterious city of Medicinal Herbs, mentioned since Vedic times. Great healers lived there, just like the ancient Chaldeans. RAM works with the plant kingdom, including the energy of healing herbs growing in the Himalayas. She led an expedition to the Himalayan mountains, in particular, to learn herbs.

One of the holiest places in the world is Mount Kailash in the Himalayan range. The name of the mountain means the place where there is only joy, the abode of the Gods. In Indian mythology, it’s the place of Shiva, the founder of Yoga. Shiva is one of the deities of the supreme Trimurti (Trinity). It personifies both the Creative and Destructive principles, or Forces.

Some geologists believe that the peaks of the Himalayas were once part of the ocean floor. The height of Kailash is more than 6,000 meters, somewhere it’s written it’s even almost 6,666, but this doesn’t matter to me personally. It’s not the size that matters, but the content. According to legend, only two yogis visited the top of Kailash, Bonpo and Milarepa. They had a competition to see who could get there the fastest. As a result of earthly passions, Milarepa threw Bonpo to the other side of Kailash. Right in the looking glass…

It’s forbidden for ordinary people to climb the mountain. Kailash is the Sacred Mountain, one can only go around it. The journey takes more than one day. It’s believed that, bypassing Kailash, a person is cleansed of all accumulated sins. For Buddhists, bypassing Kailash is like for Muslims to visit Mecca. Many come to Kailash to die, but most pilgrims make Parikarma (circumnavigation around the mountain) to go through the full cycle of Life and Death to be reborn.

Kailash is located north of the Sacred Lake Manasarovar. In Tibet, it’s called Lake Manas. Manas is one of the highest principles in man. The lake is guarded by the Serpent. According to legend, the sacred Vedas were written there, although one of the Great Teachers in the 19th century insisted that the Vedas, like Sanskrit, were brought from outside, from the North. Near Kailash, there is another lake, Rakshas. Dead lake, with dead water. There are waves there. Nobody knows why. A scary place.

There is also a Magic Book on the mountain, called the Golden Plates. It’s guarded by the Reading Man. You may not see him if the clouds drop low. He sits as Buddha, holds the open book on his knees and reads it with his palms. That is, not with Earthly eyes, but with Other vision. So, he shows us that the Book of Knowledge is written not with words, but with thoughts, and you need to read it with your heart. This Book is alive, it feels everything and knows who can be entrusted with Knowledge and who cannot, so it will never be read by bad people. Perhaps the Book will even play with those who are not worthy of it, and distort the text beyond recognition.

On the reverse side of Kailash, there is the Looking Glass. Black Side. The Valley of Death. The very place where Milarepa threw Bonpo. The mountain on that side looks like a Mirror. Concave. Huge. The mirror is magic. It opens the door to Another Reality, the Other Spaces and Dimensions. The mirror can change both Time and Space. They say that scientists have already created abstruse constructions, moreover, concave ones, they can compress and lengthen Time. I was not very interested in this, because I know: Time can be compressed and lengthened without any constructions. Ray taught me to do that once.

Pilgrims, going around Kailash, enter the Valley of Death to pass the test of the Mirror. You can see instantly, as if on a screen, your entire life on the Earth. Your Past. The Mirror is connected with the Book of Life in Heavens and automatically highlights the sector (page) where the life of a person looking into the Mirror is recorded. An experience, like in the Hall of Judgment in Amenti, but There – after death, and here, near Kailash – during life. You may be reminded of something that you can still correct while alive. Feel the difference.

But it’s not safe to enter the Valley of Death. It’s no coincidence to be called so. Some people go there to, having looked in the Mirror, revise and leave the Past in the Past, purify the Soul, get up and go further along their Path. Others deliberately come to the Valley to die. When they feel their time has come. It’s believed that dying there is happiness. Because immediately, instantly, you pass into the Higher Worlds. And there is a category of people who come not to die, but the Valley kills them. Itself. Think at your leisure: why?

Pilgrims who have passed the test of the Mirror continue to go around the mountain and meet another mountain on the way, in the form of an Ax, symbolizing the forgiveness of all sins and transgressions. Negative Karma is nullified. The Ax seems to cut all its knots.

Kailash and the mountains around it look like pyramidal structures. It’s quite possible that some time ago Other People, using various techniques of Another Reality, really shaped the earthly mountains into the forms necessary for certain Divine purposes. From above, the mountain ranges around Kailash resemble a huge diagram or some kind of plan of something Great, perhaps even of our Universe, where Kailash is the axis or assembly point of Other Dimensions. The doors to them are ajar there.


There is a whole Underworld in Kailash area. I was shown one of the caves in a dream when I was thirteen years old. In a huge unlit cave with a high ceiling, there were Big People, or rather, their bodies. They seemed dead to me because they didn’t breathe, but I knew that their bodies had been there for a very long time, but they didn’t smolder. I walked between them not realizing who they were. Many years later, I read about the state of Samadhi. The meditation reaches such a degree that the physical body passes into a stone-immobile state. The body’s metabolism is reduced to zero. The connection of the Spirit with the physical body is preserved thanks to Silver Thread. The Spirit can return when the need arises. Such state can last for many centuries and even millennia. The ideal conditions for keeping the physical body in the right state exist just in caves.

When I was going to Tibet, Brother half-joking said to our common Italian friend, “Alice must not be let go there. She won’t return. We will find her in a few years in some cave in the Buddha pose.”

RAM once made such a trip with seminarians, a detour around Kailash. I wanted to go with her, but she didn’t take me. Later I asked her why. RAM looked at me silently, scanned the Space of Options and answered, like Brother, only seriously, not half-joking, “You wouldn’t have come back from there.”

***

We approached the miniature copy of Kailash.

“Well, does it look like?” RAM looked at us with a smile. “And over there, do you see a copy of the Reading Man with the Golden Plates?”

We climbed up to the Mirror, having followed RAM, trace to trace, almost along the edge of a sheer cliff. Periodically, stones from under our feet flew down into the abyss. At the top, RAM told about her expedition to Tibet.

“Do you understand anything?” I whispered to Sasha, standing next to me. “How did the Egyptian Pyramids, Greek Temples and Tibetan Kailash get here? Where are we now?”

At that moment, another stone crashed down from under my foot. Sasha automatically grabbed my hand and said exhaling, “Daphne, do you have wings? At least, standing over the abyss, look under your feet!”

We returned to the hotel at breakfast time.