A TRAP for a THOUGHT-FORM
a novel in the series
"PLAYING ANOTHER REALITY"
Chapter 27. ASPHALT NIGHTS
In the morning I decided to take a walk in the forest and return to the church on the edge of it. The issue of the 40-days prayer was in suspense: for the death or for the health to order it? However, since a funeral service was going on in the church, the shop with candles and other items, in which I used to ask prayers, turned out to be closed.
I noticed a man standing aside from the weeping relatives.
“Are you afraid of the dead?” I asked.
“Very much,” he nodded shyly.
“Me too!” I said sympathetically and asked, “Who are you to him?”
“Do you mean the boy in black, to the right of the priest? I am his father…”
“No, I mean the one who is being buried…”
“Oh! Well, it’s me!” the man said again, embarrassed, and sighed with relief.
“Oh, sorry!!!” I was surprised.
“You are welcome!” exhaled the Ghost of the deceased.
“Ah… could you do me a little favor?”
“If it’s not about the earthly!”
“Look at me carefully and tell me, am I ghost, too?”
The Ghost stepped back, looked at me and then returned.
“To be honest, what my relatives, what you, what I myself, we are all the same! Take it easy, I’m a newcomer! I have to get used to it!”
“I wish you every success!” I said and suddenly remembered, “Oh, sorry, for God’s sake! The most important flew out of my mind! I just don’t know: for the death or for the health I should order the 40-days prayers. Please, convey my request to the Heaven Office, let them help Roman, the Guardian, Pasha, the Wanderer and the King of Swords!”
“Wow!!!” the Ghost perked up. “What amorous you are! One can immediately feel your creative nature! I wish I had been alive!”
I left the church, and suddenly, despite the Blizzard, I saw… the SUN!!! It flashed in the gray clouds and instantly disappeared. It was a piece of the Sun from the Wanderer!!!
***
“Asphalt night, love at first sight…” the Guardian sang, taking off my fur. “It’s not the season for ‘The Asphalt nights’! When did you see asphalt on the streets last time? There is only snow all around!”
“The Blizzard, yes,” I sighed.
“And the author, what kind of Impurity is she?”
“Mermaid. She is dreaming of asphalt no less than me, apparently.”
“Is she coming to us directly out of the Epiphany ice hole? It’s minus 27 degrees Celsius at night, everything is frozen!”
“No, she is from overseas. She used to live far away, but moved closer to the city asphalt.”
“By the way, would you like to take a bathe?”
“Together with you? On Epiphany? Come on over. We have an ice hole in the forest, on the outskirts of the city,” I said in an icy voice and went to make coffee. “By the way, do you have the right to leave this Mansion? Or after getting a special permission?”
For some reason, my question angered the Guardian.
“Listen you, the commander!” he took the coffee pot away from me and growled. “This is MY Mansion, okay?! I do what I want! If I want, I stay inside, if not…”
“Calm down, calm down! Of course, it’s YOURS,” I said calmly, so as not to make him nervous, at the same time realizing that museums couldn’t belong to the Guardians.
***
The Mermaid sang wonderfully. Almost like the Syrinx Bird, so I didn’t have to empty myself of energy to reveal the author’s identity.
During the break, I sat down next to Roman, barely hiding a smile in anticipation of… coffee.
“Today you are even happier than yesterday!” Roman smiled.
“Yes, there is still hope for changing the world…”
I recounted my journey to the church and the dialogue with the newly deceased. Roman obviously expected coffee from me.
“Coffee is made by you tonight, okay?” I asked.
“Breaking the pattern?” Roman laughed, and I nodded. “The Matrix’ one or mine?”
“Both!”
Roman obediently made coffee for himself and for me. The Guardian, habitually watching us at the door, already grimaced and was about to ring the bell immediately, but the Mermaid turned to him with some request, and the break continued.
“Are you saving your fears for the last night?” Roman asked.
(“… I wish you stayed tonight until the end of the party, we could sail into Blizzard together…”)
I hid the thought behind a sigh, although Roman, of course, read it too.
Maybe because of that, or for some other reason, the Guardian rang the bell.
“So… What do we have on the menu today?” Roman asked out loud.
Task No. 27. NEW EMOTION
…As we grow older, we experience new emotions less and less, life seems to be boring, the world — already explored, nothing surprises us much. However, the real (not personal) world is so multifaceted that it’s impossible for anyone to try everything in one’s lifetime, feeling the world in its diversity and beauty.
The Magician knows that getting something new — experience, feeling, knowledge, and so on — stimulates his entry into the Transit Zone. Realizing that water doesn’t flow under a lying stone, the Magician consciously opens the door to something new. Perhaps he is scared, but at the same time terribly curious: what is there, behind that door, after all?!
The challenge is to do something you’ve never done before. It’s quite possible that other people do this something constantly, but you have never (this word is very important for a truly new experience!) done what you will do now purposefully.
By default, the action shouldn’t be illegal. It doesn’t even have to be as extreme as skydiving or walking barefoot on broken glass. You can attend a mass in church, ride a horse, go to woods for mushrooms, and so on.
For example, a girl always went to the office with a bag, which over time accumulated a lot of absolutely unnecessary items in everyday life. One day she purposefully left the bag at home. Taking the keys, metro fare and her bank card only, she went to work lightweight. It seems to be no big deal, but the broken pattern let the girl experience a new emotion of colossal strength.
A new experience always causes some kind of emotion, sometimes a whole storm of emotions, and a new action is perceived by the ritual programs as a glitch / failure in the Matrix, which automatically leads to its response by opening the doors to the Transit Zone.
***
“Wanderer…”
“Good evening, Alice djan!”
“If I get out of my current reality, would you teach me to travel to the Places of Power?”
“There is nothing easier, my dear magician! You can travel from any reality! The rule underlying my movements is taken from the practices of dreamers and magicians who manage their own realities. Every night before going to sleep, imagine where you would like to be, and one day you will definitely find yourself there!”