2. The Book of Knowledge. 6. 1. Informatics

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

PART 2. ANOTHER REALITY

Day No. 6.

CHAPTER 6.1. INFORMATICS

They woke me up as usual a few minutes before the alarm clock. I went downstairs, took two bottles of H2O and set off on the way.

So quietly. Everything was as usual. The birds were sleeping. It was still a long time before sunrise. I enjoyed the fresh air. Gradually climbing higher and higher, I got on the Path and went through the Temples of Glory, Soul and Wisdom. Having descended to the Valley, I turned left, on the main road, and went up to the site. I walked around Kailash on the right. I didn’t visit the Pendulum, it let me go. I already remembered behind which bushes a barely noticeable path began. The Pyramid was left far away. I had to walk quickly. I jumped over the crack, where the Earth seemed to have once tried to open up, but for some reason changed its mind.

I climbed to the top of the Mountain Earth. I knew it was my place, my Earth, I was so much drawn to. There was none of ours. I lay down in the pentagram exactly in the center of the small patch, so that the spine was in contact with its central point. Instantly, an energy flow broke through me. It was pulsating in waves. I didn’t close my eyes being scared, afraid of leaving the body or moving somewhere with it, while there was no one around. I looked at the sky. It was about an hour before dawn. The sky was dark blue. Not a cloud. Silence. I clearly saw the familiar Grid around the Earth at some distance from it in the sky. The Grid consisted of invisible thick threads resembling parallels and meridians on the globe. Or just a Grid. Exactly through the central point of the patch passed the Axis, going to the sky. I remembered the Holy Mount Athos. Once I had sailed along it on a boat (women are not allowed there) and I had seen a huge pillar of Light. I was lying under the dome of the sky with the Grid. There was nothing but the sky. Mountains, the Earth and the City unknown to me, all of them were somewhere below me. It seemed to me I had no body any more. I merged with the sky. I was the Sky.

Suddenly I noticed a cloud. Where did it come from? I started playing with it, trying to change its contours with my glance. And I succeeded. It stretched into a rectangle, then became a circle, then a triangle, then a zigzag. I noticed an Essence hovering above me. It was made of a kind of mist. It didn’t have the human eyes, but looking at me curiously, it asked, “What are you doing on the Earth, Alice?” “I am looking at the sky…” I replied mentally. The Essence moved its gaze to the Sky and saw the cloud, then it looked at me again and said, “Oh, you, naughty, are flirting with the cloud!”

I knew it was time to go further and returned from the sky to the Earth. I went down the mountain and walked to the main road. Someone called me, “Alice, is that you?”

I turned around and saw Larisa. We walked together to the Pyramid of the Rebirth, where today we were to meet RAM. Larisa was very beautiful. Every day she changed her dresses and came in a new scarf on her head. Her head scarves were all very beautiful, like herself.

“How are you, Larisa?” I asked.

She sighed heavily, “Metastases appeared again.”

“How do you know?”

“To the touch… But I’ll manage it, won’t I?”

“Certainly…”

“I’ll have curly hair.”

“You surely will! Doctor Ma will prescribe herbs for you. Remember, she showed us photos of those who came to her with tumors, and these herbs removed metastases, and the tumor disappeared.”

“Yes, I remember, Alice, I remember.”

I was trying to figure out what was wrong, where she was blocking herself. I asked her a question. Larisa, suddenly bursting into a desperate cry, said with horror, “You are crazy! How will I live then? Who will love me so ugly? I’d rather die!”

That was the end. I looked at her, sighed heavily.

“Larisa, do you understand what you have just said?”

She didn’t look me in the eye weeping, “No, Alice, no, I can’t…”

The Pyramid of Rebirth appeared in the distance.

“Let me photo you here!” I proposed.

She wiped her tears away, nodded happily and held out her camera to me. We made photos of each other in front of the Pyramid. Then we passed the Dragon Ridge and several slopes until we climbed to the very top, where RAM was already waiting for us. One by one, all of the seminarians were gathered and we greeted the dawn.

“Well,” said RAM with a smile. “Let’s scratch our backs at the Dragon’s Ridge to recharge our energy, and… the Book of Knowledge is waiting for us on the Mountain of Wishes!”

The Stone Ridge ran across several mountain ranges. We got to it with our backs against it scratching happily. For some reason it smelled like the steppe. Yura from Kaliningrad gave us thyme tea. We descended to the main road. Suddenly Larisa screamed in surprise, “Friends, look, I have a water bottle materialized!”

We stopped. She was almost in tears from unexpected joy. She showed her rucksack and said that she had taken only one bottle in the morning and was very sorry, because she had finished it already on the Mountain Earth. So, out of nowhere, a second one had appeared. RAM hugged her, “This is a sign, Larisa. Do you see how much God loves you?”

Larisa was in tears. We walked trace to trace, passing through a grove of small trees in the Valley. I felt walking in Palestine. Why Palestine? I had no idea. I just felt like that. We reached another mountain range. We climbed up a very steep path, and just around the corner RAM stopped and looked at me attentively.

I saw a book sticking out of the mountain! I couldn’t believe my eyes! A huge book. Almost as tall as me. A stone one. With a myriad of thin stone pages.

“This is the Book of Knowledge…” said RAM, stroking it with her hand. “There are quite old pages, look here, and new ones, because it’s being written all the time. Try to come here early tomorrow and meditate by the Book. You can ask it any question and it will answer you, it will.”

We walked around the Book in trail. I gently touched it with my hand and stroked the pages with my fingers. It was a magnet for me. I already knew that the next day I would definitely have a face-to-face talk with the Book.

We returned to a very steep path and continued climbing to the top of the Mountain of Wishes. Finally, we were standing at the very top with a stunning view of the mountain ranges that we had already passed. They were quite small, even the high Pyramid. Somewhere in the distance that unfamiliar city was still asleep.

“Tomorrow we meet here on the Mountain of Wishes. Tonight you must write your own Wish Program for the coming year. Take it with you tomorrow for launching. The program should consist of 10 points. Write anything you want. Don’t use ‘not’ particle and write as much detail as possible. Now look at the next mountain. It’s called the Dragon’s Head.”

We turned around. The top of the next mountain range really looked like a fire-breathing Dragon’s Head, and it was even higher than the one we were on. The distance to it was not short.

“There, right on the Dragon’s Head top, the three Wishing Trees are growing,” said RAM. “One has to go around them three times, making a wish. Some people hang ribbons there. There is such a belief, if a person makes a wish, he should plant a tree on the Dragon’s Head, come there and water it. If the tree grows, the wish will come true. But it’s difficult to climb up there, especially carrying water, so it’s difficult for trees to grow. Do you see the Man in Red walking around there right now?”

I saw nothing but the mountain range. Even the Dragon’s Head was too far away.

I have poor vision of two of my three eyes. Usually, on stage, I don’t even see the faces of those who sit further than the front row.

I tried to see the Man in Red, but didn’t succeed. Seminarians saw him and were describing aloud what he was doing there.

“Do you see him, Alice?” asked Lena from Kazakhstan.

“No,” I admitted honestly.

Several seminarians attacked me at once,

“Open your Third Eye immediately!”

“Switch your vision quickly!”

“You are looking with the wrong eyes!”

And… all of a sudden, I saw the Man in Red! I was shocked, I had never tried to observe the Earthly Reality with the Third Eye. An incredible discovery. It turned out that it could be used for earthly purposes! And, joyfully jumping, I shouted, “I see! I see him!”

The Man in Red walked around the three Wishing Trees, approached the extreme point of the top, stood at the very edge of the cliff and stretched out his arms to the Sun.

“Are we going up there tomorrow?” Sasha asked RAM.

“No, we won’t go there,” she replied. “Once with another group we tried to climb it, but when we descended into the Valley, something strange suddenly happened. I saw a huge Cross with my Other Vision. I asked to photo that place, and it showed up in the photo. The Cross was high up to the sky. Then they even gave the film to different people for study. So, we turned around and went back. That is, we didn’t reach the Dragon’s Head. But if any of you want to try, you have two free mornings at your disposal.”

“A kind of Death Valley,” Sasha said with horror and involuntarily shuddered, apparently remembering the consequences of the number 4.

On the contrary, I realized that I needed to go through the Valley. But I kept the thought to myself. I had those two free mornings ahead, I would see.

We slowly descended the Mountain of Wishes and headed back. Sasha was walking nearby.

“Daphne, tell me, what new have you seen on the Mountain Earth today?”

“An Essence. And I played with a cloud.”

“Wow, I missed it again! Daphne, you are so cool! Is the Axis still there? Is the Grid still taut?”

“Both Axis and Grid,” I laughed. “Where would they leave?”

“By the way, you know, I read somewhere that Mount Kailash and Easter Island are on the same Axis. And your beloved Venice with Athens are on the same line as Stonehenge with yours, Egyptian ones.”

“All the majestic monuments and pyramids scattered around the globe form a magical grid. It has a specific function. It’s holding this world, or something like that. There is nothing surprising in what you said.”

“Maybe you saw that grid.”

“No, not that one, but it’s magical, too.”

“Have you heard anything about the magnetic grid?”

“Yes, these are the lines that surround the Earth. They create different patterns depending on the location. They can move in critical situations and change a bit during the Full Moon.”

“Are they the ones to influence people? I mean sleepwalkers, mad people and criminals?”

“Both people and all living ones. Apparently, they affect the astral body – the body of emotions, as if shaking the balance of forces. There is information in the air PC that animals, fish, whales, birds are guided by when migrating from north to south, for example. If there is a failure, the whales are thrown onto land, and the birds fly to the wrong place.”

“Does the computer have the info only for animals?”

“Of course not. There are possible futures for everyone. Even for plants and stones. For the whole world.”

“Come on, it can’t be so. Who puts it there?”

“God the greatest scriptwriter, but at the same time, He always leaves a person with the right to choose. There are many scenarios, and every moment a person makes a choice, takes a step in one direction or another, launching one of the scenario options.”

“I don’t understand. Explain for the primitive people.”

“I explain to the girls using the image of a fan. But the fan, apparently, won’t tell you anything. Have you ever played chess?”

“Recently, exclusively on the computer.”

“Admit it, there are a lot of different combinations. You make a move changing the original position of the figures on the board. Your opponent, based on your move, makes his own. Thus, the further scenario of the game changes in one direction or another, depending on each move. Do you agree?”

“I do.”

“It’s the same in life.”

“Daphne, this is too short for people like me!”

“Any, even a barely perceptible movement not only to the left or right, but even just in a straight line, as, for example, you and I are moving in space, already affects the scenario that is automatically triggered. So each step is the cause of some consequences and activates one or another variant of the events.”

“Is God playing chess with us?”

“Well, I would say, God has prescribed all the possible options for the game for each of us and for the world as a whole. A person has the right to choose, based on certain options initially given to him by God. It’s the Devil who is playing with us. His task is to put us checkmate. God watches us playing and helps if we deserve it. As soon as we make another choice or step, the information is immediately recorded in the Book of Life. This happens every second, the script is modified constantly, not periodically. We are sailing in the ocean of scenarios, leaving our mark in the Book of Life.”

“Is this book about each of us?”

“It’s a very Big Book, where there is about each of us individually and about all of us together, because we are all as closely interconnected as drops in the ocean.”

“Is this what you call the Astral Tablets?”

“Yes, it’s the Universal Memory preserving every movement, vibration and manifestation of any wave, not to mention words and deeds. There are Spirits-Chroniclers in Heaven. So they barely have time to write down everything after us, we create so many different things. They don’t even have time to play chess themselves. And the Heavenly Office, by the way, is running low on ink.”

“What ink?”

“The black one, Sasha. There are more black cases than white ones.”

“You’re kidding again, Daphne!”

“Of course, I am. They have everything computerized for a long time. Universal globalization, technological progress. They don’t write with ink anymore, but press the buttons.”

“What buttons?”

“Save as… For example, when the game of Alice with the Devil is over, they press the button and write the file title, Alice game No. 34…”

“So you can play many times, right?”

“Yes. It all depends on how fast you play.”

“Okay, I think I get it. No, wait, if there are already a lot of script options written there, they can be looked up, no?”

“They can be, but by only few people. Those who can really do it, see one option, usually the nearest one. However, there are actually a lot of options. Therefore, people get hung up on that option. A bad thing by itself. And I’ll tell you a banality now, peeping is not good, Sasha.”

“But it seems to me that you, Daphne, practiced it!”

“No. They show me, when, they think, I need to see. Spying on your own or suddenly receiving a vision or knowledge, when you don’t expect it at all, is not the same thing.”

“Okay, I agree. The Book of Life and scenario options have been learnt. What else is there?”

“There are also all sorts of artificial Essences, such as thought-forms or thought-images. For example, you thought of building another cottage, and its image was imprinted there immediately. The more you think, that is, put energy into the image, the more viable and brighter it will be. It’s interesting, people often use the Heavenly Mail without realizing it.”

“How does it work?”

“Some creators of images can become their senders, that is, direct the created mental image or thought-form to the chosen recipient.”

“Will the parcel arrive?”

“Why not? The only question is the speed and integrity of the parcel.”

“Well, it’s too complicated, Daphne! What do you mean?”

“If the person is full of energy, the parcel will arrive instantly, safe and sound. If not, it can get stuck somewhere in the sky or even fall apart along the way.”

“Fall apart?”

“Any thought forms a phantom. It is created from a misty ghostly haze of astral atoms bound together by the psychic force (energy) of its creator. The weaker the force is, the faster the atoms will fall apart.”

“So one can send a negative parcel, right?”

“One can. But it’s Black Magic to be punished according to the Heavenly Laws.”

“I see… What else is there?”

“There is the World of Ideas, of a whole mountain of them. They can be embodied in the Earthly Reality. But even if ideas disappear from our world for some reason, they will always exist in Eternity.”

“In what form do they exist there, Daphne?”

“As holograms or reflections, like an idea, in an immaterial form.”

“An example, and closer to the computer, please!”

“For example, in the corresponding folder there is a file called Dinosaur Musya. You open it, and there is everything about Musya. All her 90-60-90 are registered. You can admire Musya in a holographic form.”

“Wait, first – Musya, and then – her hologram? Or first – a hologram, and then – Musya?”

“Hologram – Musya – hologram… You see, no form can be given to anything on the Earth, that is, to be materialized on the physical plane, if its prototype doesn’t exist in Another Reality yet. First, astral prototypes appear, even of a human being, as you and me, and then materialization, the Embodiment of the Idea, takes place according to these samples. Then, when the physical form disappears, the Idea still remains. Dinosaurs are extinct here, but There they will exist forever in their astral prototypes. Everything that materializes here, on the Earth, is transient.”

“It’s interesting, but not very clear yet.”

“You have a daughter, right?”

“Yes, she is three years old.”

“Does she play chess?”

“God bless you, she has no idea what it is!”

“Great. Imagine, you approach her and ask her to mold chess figures out of plasticine. What do you think will happen next?”

“How can she make them if she doesn’t know what they look like?”

“Here it is. To do something here, you need to have an idea of what it looks like, what it is. But there are options. For example, your daughter can connect to the Universal Computer and download the prototype of chess pieces. In this case she will make them for you.”

“Are you saying that all the discoveries people make come from There?”

“Perhaps Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was composed by Beethoven first There, then he was born here, connected to There and recorded it here. Maybe someone else composed it There, so Beethoven was born, connected and recorded.”

“What if Beethoven was supposed to compose the Moonlight Sonata and the Sunshine March, he or someone else had already composed There, but managed to materialize only the Moonlight Sonata?”

“Then his Spirit will come back to compose the Sunshine March, or someone else’s Spirit will compose the Sunshine March by connecting to it There.”

“What a story! So is everything initially created exclusively There?”

“Not exactly. Someone here or There mentally creates an image of something or someone, it is automatically placed There, and whoever sees it There (from There or from here) materializes it here.”

“Daphne, how do you fit all that in your head?”

“Everything is in the Computer. There is almost nothing in my head, only the most important, a living wage!”

“How to connect to the Computer?”

“First, you need a password to the Computer. Secondly, you need an access code to what you are looking for There. For a file, for example.”

“Who gives them, these passwords and codes?”

“God does. You can enter the Universal Computer in two ways: being told the password from There, or hacking the computer. The last case, as you understand, is criminal. The computer can be accessed by those who have developed their Higher Chakras, i.e. their Spiritual Self prevails over the Lower, egoistic Self. According to the law of energy correspondence, the attraction of like to like, it’s necessary that a person radiates pure vibrations of a certain level or frequency.”

“Let’s say I logged into the Computer. Or rather, they let me in. So then?”

“Then you have to tune yourself for that sector or Idea, that is, for the folder with the files that you need to download. If your vibrations don’t yet match the level of information to be downloaded, you will download either complete nonsense or nothing at all.”

“It’s about discoveries, right?”

“Discoveries, any kind of creativity, and knowledge in general. It often happens as a sudden insight, which is actually preceded by long preparatory stages of attunement, or tweaking. Mendeleev spent a huge amount of energy thinking about the future table of chemical elements, so he was looking for an access code to the corresponding file in the Computer. They let him in There, gave him a dream to look at the coveted table, and even allowed him to download the info here. Seeing is easier than downloading. Many people can see, but they cannot write it down, since they forget everything. Mendeleev was allowed.”

“What if the same discovery is made simultaneously by people in different countries? Did they all connect to the same file?”

“Exactly.”

“In a dream?”

“And in reality. It’s easier in dreams. Some people use things to tune in. For example, if they are asked to talk about the deceased, they take his photo, clothes or something else to connect to his file There.”

“Is intuition connected with the Computer as well?”

“Yes, a person suddenly connects and feels an event from a future scenario. Deja vu is from the same series. Once we have seen something There, and now we see it here.”

“So, it turns out that all creativity, and not just Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, comes from There.”

“During the creative process, the Higher Chakras are activated, their energy connects a person with the Higher Spheres. It’s like you enter the Flow, vibrating and… music or words start pouring on you. Poems, for example.”

“Do you go There purposefully, or does it suddenly come to you from There?”

“For me personally, it comes from There, since long ago. But you can also try to get There. It all depends on the level of the Creator. The same, I mean the level, explains the presence of the Dark Essences in some works.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you look at some painting, and it makes you feel creepy. It means that the one who painted it connected to the Lower Spheres of the Astral. Or to the D disc in the Computer, for example.”

“What is the D disc?”

“The Devil’s disk, and downloaded a picture from a folder called Negative.”

“That is, you can go in the wrong place and get all sorts of…”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s not the question of who goes where, but of who is allowed where. Everything is exclusively in our hands, or rather, in our souls. If you radiate light vibrations, you will automatically find yourself in the Higher Spheres. If not, you won’t see anything, except for the D disk.”

“Listen, Daphne, where is the Universal Computer hidden?”

“God is with you, Sasha, no one hides it and didn’t even think of hiding. It’s everywhere. Around you and me, here and now. Each point in space is an access point.”

“Well, wherever you point your finger, everything is it?” Sasha pointed his finger into the air.

“You are a capable student.”

“Listen, be honey, tell me, how can I get in There?”

“You can try this exercise if necessary: formulate a question, just clearly, and a very important one. It’s easier to practice before going to sleep, when you feel you have almost fallen There. Although you can, of course, do it during the day. And forget the question. The answer will be delivered to you by the Heavenly Telegraph as a phrase or word, or some image will be sent to you by the Heavenly Mail. In a dream or in reality.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“Of course. Enter the Computer, select the Search line in the window, type the phrase, click on the Search button. And that’s it.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, yes. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Daphne, did you come up with all this by yourself?”

“That’s all God, Sasha. I’ve just read it in the computer, while we were walking.”

“You know, Daphne, how to load people to the fullest!”

We stopped at the doorstep of the hotel on the Millionaires’ Hill.

“By the way,” Sasha said mysteriously, looking at his watch. “We have half an hour before breakfast. So we’ll reprogram you now.”

“What do you mean?” I was surprised.

“Let’s go for a walk around the local Rublyovka, Daphne. We are here not only to jump in the mountains.”