A TRAP for a THOUGHT-FORM
a novel in the series
"PLAYING ANOTHER REALITY"
Chapter 10. LEGISLATOR’S GHOST
I was already gripping the handle to open the door to the Mansion, when someone stopped me, grabbing my furs.
“Alice! Finally! Wait! Don’t open that door!!!”
I turned around. In front of me there was the Witch, “The Devil’s Trill” author, which had started the series of 40 literary parties at the Mansion.
“Sorry, I don’t quite understand,” I said. “Today we have the presentation of ‘The Legislator’. Do you want to hold it instead of me?”
“No, no!” the Witch let go of my furs. “Of course, not! I just… thought that… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”
She took a step back into the Blizzard and…
…disappeared…
***
“Are you going to follow me around all the time?” I asked the Guardian while descending into the Dungeon to ponder the Witch’s appearance alone.
“I can’t help it,” he grinned.
“Who else works here but you?”
“The Cat,” the Guardian laughed, and there was something unnatural in his laughter.
“And where do you live?”
“Here…”
“In the Museum?!”
“Yes, what surprises you? An old haunted Mansion in the heart of the city is a writer’s dream! Don’t forget I am a member of the Union of Writers as well as all the rest of Impurities!”
“Don’t generalize… Where’s your room?” I asked, reaching the dead end and turning back, but the Guardian blocked my way.
“Does my Queen want to spend the night in the Museum?”
“MEOW!!!” it sounded somewhere nearby, and two gigantic eyes illuminated the gloomy Dungeon as headlights.
The Guardian bowed courteously and let me go into the hall.
***
That night there was the presentation of… a Ghost. The Guardian turned off the electric lights, the guests lit candles, the Cat took a chair in the center of the hall, and I went onto the stage with a two-volume book “The Legislator”.
The author’s Ghost appeared in the Giant Mirror, walked out, bowed and kissed my hand. Incredible, the author had been writing that book all his conscious life on Earth! He repeatedly traveled abroad and dug into the archives for the sake of a two-volume book about one of the seven sages of Ancient Greece, Solon, who lived in the 6th — 7th centuries BC.
The author wrote a book, brought the manuscript to the Union of Writers. We published it and put the e-book in sale all over the world, and… the author died immediately, or rather, he moved to the Other World.
It was the destination: the soul descended to Earth in order to write about Solon.
Did all the guests see the Ghost? I didn’t know, but he was next to me and prompted the necessary for voicing him “here and now”.
Roman appeared in the hall.
The Ghost glanced first at him and then at me, smiled, kissed my hand once more, and stepped back into the Mirror.
I announced the break.
“What about your fears, Alice?” Roman asked mentally.
“Nothing new…” I replied.
“Do you really think it’s too early to part with them 30 nights before…?”
Roman gently touched my hand, as if he couldn’t believe it wasn’t phantom, and I looked at the Guardian watching us. I shook my head negatively.
“So today,” Roman let go of my hand and said aloud, “will you teach me the daily rules for working with Air or Earth?”
“I could tell you about the bowl of prana that magicians collect from Heaven in the morning, and about the flows of dharmas, it’s curious to observe them even with earthly eyes, but it would be more useful if you invent your own rituals for working with all the elements before our next meeting.”
“Is this the task?”
“No,” I sighed, thinking about the Legislator’s Ghost. “Remember your plan for 12 months. The task becomes more complicated.”
Task No. 10. PLAN for 6 MONTHS
…Take a plan for 12 months and imagine that you have only half a year left in our Reality. Rewrite the plan, leaving the most important items you want to do here before the transition to the Other Reality, so that you won’t regret anything later… And write down your actions month by month…
Defiantly ringing the bell, the Guardian approached us and invited me to the stage to announce the Open Microphone.
And I suddenly thought, “Why? Why am I doing what he, the Guardian, wants? And why, for example, I haven’t told Roman that…”
***
“I want 2 fly 2 u, no fly. TV says no Russia come 2 Europe. Russia cancelled. I come 2 u. Wait. Or in Greece? U 2 Greece, I 2 Greece. Meet? If u want summer u+I? Where u want?”
“Pasha, listen… Life is not sex and sugar only… Now it’s hard time for most people. You have to set yourself some goal. Otherwise, you could go crazy sitting at home just like this! Football is great, it’s good that you play it. But that’s not enough. You need something else. Some kind of hobby, besides football. I don’t know what. You should understand, or rather, feel it yourself. You can write a book. You know, many famous writers created the most powerful works exactly during their hard times. Some didn’t want to live, however, they killed their characters in the book, and thereby saved themselves! Anyway, be sure to set a goal. What do you really want to get one day? Write a plan and follow it step by step towards your goal. Don’t just dream of the future, do something here and now to save yourself for that future. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, hard 2 do so.”
“You can write to me if you get lonely. I’m always there. Yes?”
“Ok. Understand. Tomorrow…”
“Tomorrow never comes, Pasha!” flashed through my mind. “Tomorrow is a Devil’s trap!”
I lit the candles, took the Tarot, and habitually, with my eyes closed, carefully mixing the deck, pulled out two of the 78 cards.
I opened my eyes…
…next to “The Magician” flaunted “The Devil”.