Social, household and similar formalities were over. There had formed a void - a vacuum, which seemed to be forgotten to be filled. This shows the predominance of such formalities over the soul.
Perhaps, dissolving this vacuum was my purpose in here. And, maybe, because of the possibility to make my spirit clear here too - to release all that were accumulated there. I guess, the following essences, that, it was seemed, have been walking here one moment ago, should act just like that - Turgenev, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Gogol, Chekhov ... Although, the City has remembered only the first two - they emitted a Positive. And the rest men poured out the truth. All feelings are exacerbating here, and poets and writers expressed their understanding, as an obvious reflex, of human depravity and helplessness, worthlessness and primitive, but the greatness and goodness, power and beauty. The void quickly filled as never before by the feeling of peace and tranquility. The sense that I Am at Home. Feeling that I have finally found the specially reserved room for me in a great house of Earth. Found my own corner in the Room of the House - the Universe. I Am as a drop in the ocean of God. Possibly, I was the only Angel, hidden under the robe of Human there, but simultaneously the one who was the same with the nature, that also does living alone.
Black veil was carelessly lying on me, occasionally winking at me with its six-pointed eyes. Moon was proudly hanging upon the city, staying all in the same position. The next day she will have to eclipse, and wanted to enjoy the unique landscape of plenty Wuerttemberg land before changing itself. Manually lighted lanterns, with designs carved in medieval style, like the guard, just beginning to execute his night duty. But I decided not to live as the lights. Just as a lightworker, any matter. A little bit far away the River was coquettishly murmuring, and willows were playfully pulling forward and pulling back its branches. But I decided not to live, as these charms. Whatever... After another series of formalities, I fell asleep in a warm room. And the last thing I saw that day were the stone road, on the horizon gradually turning into a celestial harmony...
Morning found me all the same in a blissful emptiness, which was supposed to join me falling asleep and then awoke within. The difference in the two Earth hours was a colossal unreason - there is no time here. Otherwise the love couples who have lived on Earth for half a century wouldn't still like each other as clearly as in its youth, the fountains would be languishing in dismal parks without cause, and the ruins of an ancient castle would fail down to the under ground and became an exhibit of the museum that is stored in the bowels of planet for millions and billions of years. Without the Time you cannot be late - you may only arrive, without the Time you do not grow old - only younger, without time there is no past and future - there is only "here and now, that does allow to move at the current moment anywhere your heart desires. The one who is aware of it does live in clover. Live in the present. Despite of the Dream. But consciously. Obviously, this city was born the wise and enlightened, and knows it from birth. It knows that will never die and will keep its true essence safe and forever.
Any desires and motivations were unable to remain, begging to take them back somewhere on the sidelines, but politely suffering my soul not to care about any kinds of emotions. It just decided to take a walk in nature. Even iron, roaring, quickly moving devices, as is commonly believed, facilitating the process of movement, looked like a natural product in its own world. I didn't even heading anywhere. Just took the Intuition that is usually leaving aside by the people. Everyone needs empiric inferences, evidence. Perhaps the Intuition is a group of our Angels. Unquestionably, bright and pristine, clean energy was settling here. Neither thoughts of people nor Earth itself could make an effect on this energy. And the thoughts of people here, I'm sure, was all the same clear and holy.
River called Ooc was producing the energy of Water for the whole city. It looks like a little stranger kitten who was born after sunset: as soon as twilight has descended on clouds, Ooc began to squirm, rage, jumping from side to side while searching some kind of support, but the wind, like a wise sage, carried it further, pointing the right way. And so the river did race, listening to the vagaries of the wind until the Morning has come - then Ooc, blinded by the Sun, gradually became calmer and just continued on its way to Infinity. Close to noon, the river took on a blue, confident tone, accustomed to the Sun beams that were dancing on its surface.
Then again came twilight, and the kitten came to life, being covered with a frosting and receive affection from his mother - the willows on the bank, carefully hanging their delicate hands over the shiny azure of the river. Bridges crossed the Ooc on every half a kilometer. It looked very symbolic: on the one hand - a boundless forest road and, on the other - the city with its shares and cares. And in the middle - a river. You should choose one side or another, otherwise you will go with the flow or without until the end of this life. Powerful, smelling of pine needles of the antiquity trunks of trees, like a sentinel on his duty, were guarding the bridges on both sides. Passing the large crowns of oaks and willows there were flying either huge bird flocks, or the lonely, but proud gray travelers. The bird has an exclusive opportunity to immediately notice that this area is absolutely symmetrical: on both sides of the azure beauty existed a kind of space, but on one side, it was occupied by old houses, modern shops and darting back and forwards human, and on the other - the same field, but covered with fresh, untouched snow, playing with thousands of iridescent sparks, looking at the nearby trees are so fond of.
Walking along the shore, hearing the murmur of the river, listening to the whisper of leaves, it seems that you are on the eternal circle of nature and peace, and only numerous bridges, each unique in its own way, remind that this path is linear, and even if this is a circle, it will be finished still after a very long time. Thoughts on the boundaries and the logic, preventing people's attention to the Divine, suddenly fading as soon as the human eye falls on the unusual phenomenon in the center of this temple of nature. Proud redwood was standing not only above the remaining inhabitants of a small forest, but over the whole city. Turgenev wrote in there letter to his friend: "A week later I am moving here. There are the trees, which I have never seen..." So what is the matter of talking about the huge traveler from North America, that is presented in the Old World in a single copy? However, after several days of studying local lands such phenomena ceases to be amazed of: a short way off, among fallen, warming itself by fluffy crumbs maple, there were settled a group of travelers with a yellowish tint thin short woody stem - bamboo. Nearby was a tiny meadow with lush and festive grass. Surrounded by the snow, it was remaining untouched. And even ate around, high and low, green and turquoise, was occasionally shaking off a fresh, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow snow.
I was at the Equator. It is here - not in the ocean, not on the islands - no. It is much closer. In the soul. And my soul has been inspired, has been shining, has been flashing and has been sparkling with new paint, when it has found the corner in the spacious room in small, but the eternal House. Here the soul has been opened, and no one marveled at this and did not interfere, although in life she is leaved, God willing, on the second plan. There was everything and there was nothing. There was no time, but was also a time that does not exist. It reflected the negative, as it did equally pull him, it stood up from the whole world exactly at that one hundred degrees, for what scientists are aimlessly looking at, considering only the material, but not the spiritual side of this scene. At the same time Equator is the Temple - the people, if they managed to, leaved it being purified and endowed with Light. Equator is the Reserve too, where there is no need to care and to protect anything - Nature does all that she needs by herself. Equator was the Bank too, where was spinning the powerful energy called Money. But all that is mentioned above was at the great, but crystalline distance, as it is at Home. The earth deeds were all ... Yes, necessary but not urgent. Not Here... Not Now ... Not when the Soul, perhaps the first time in its current incarnation, was finally able to relax, find itself higher, to find a compromise with this planet. And the Holy Calmness, which can only be dreamed to be found on the material side of the Equator. Here it Is - the Center of the Earth, here it Is - the Yin and Yang, here it is - Wealth, here it is - God, here it is - Abundance, Enlightenment, Consciousness, and here It Is - Nature. It Is - the sphere of Heat, Light, Eternity and Love, that does swallowing everything and does letting go nothing. Paradise on Earth, where Soul and Body are singing. United. Simultaneously. Forever. And Home, that Is - Baden-Baden...
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