A TRAP for a THOUGHT-FORM
a novel in the series
"PLAYING ANOTHER REALITY"
Chapter 32. LIGHT of the HEART
I woke up in the morning smiling, being clearly in a better mood than the Weather, because I was going to choose my dress! Even the ominous Blizzard, reminding me of approaching to the already 32nd of our 40 parties, could not cross out my thirst for the Sun.
After wandering around the shops, I finally decided on a dress and, satisfied, went out into the street, where I found…
…the Sun! It appeared in low leaden clouds, as if to greet me, and immediately disappeared as soon as I waved back…
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“Don’t you have any Impure book left?” the Guardian asked, hanging up my next fur coat. “‘The Light of the Heart’, what a…!”
“When there is no Sun, the Light of the Heart saves us.”
“I’ve got a lantern! But, you know, to be honest, I don’t really believe that there’s a single person in the world who has nothing to do with something Impure! So who is the author of the Light?”
“A Flower Fairy. Her son died, she’s immersed in the World of ghosts, summoning the spirits of the dead. However, she continues to bring her Light to the world. The kindest creature, unlike someone here…”
“Come on, come on! Say again about not to get angry at the world, not…”
“Listen, Guardian, are you a ghost?” I decided to interrupt the train of his thoughts.
The Guardian hovered, closed his eyes, then opened them, and in the end… laughed devilishly.
“You guessed it! Ask the Flower Fairy to summon me! And I’ll surely appear to her!”
“The Ball dress first,” I said calmly and dictated where and how to find it.
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“You know, today the Wanderer sent me a piece of the Sun again!” closing my eyes and clinging to Roman, who was sitting next to me, I said mentally during the break.
“He is God, and you are God!” repeating my task, Roman answered in the same mental way.
“And you are God, too… I’m thinking about… asking the Flower Fairy to call the spirits of the dead, so that they look at us and say whether we are ghosts or not.”
“Do you trust so much those who appear at spiritualistic sessions? And why is it so important for you to understand whether you are a ghost or not, if we have been creating with you a New and definitely Happy Reality for how many days?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Perhaps everyone at a certain point in time needs to decide whether one is alive or dead, and what one really is, in general… You, Roman, what are you? I mean, not in the game, in which everyone is God.”
“What a question, Master!” Roman exhaled thoughtfully.
“You could have answered that you are a Mage!” I lightly pinched him on the side.
The Guardian rang the bell.
“I’m not a Mage yet, just a student,” Roman smiled and asked aloud, “Do we have today as our guests the long-awaited F-E-A-R-S?”
“No!”
Task No. 32. YOU ARE NOT GOD!
…The Magician never puts himself or anyone else on the level of God, even when he says, “You are God!”, because he means, “you are a creation of the Creator, who gave you his Spirit, God needs you, just like me and everyone else, and I accept you as a divine being.”
The Magician knows and always keeps in mind a simple Truth: each child of the Creator is unique and unrepeatable — by soul, mission, Path, but no one is OVER the world as the Creator does. The Magician maintains subordination in relation of the Magician’s ‘Self’ and the ‘Selves’ of other subjects/objects to the Creator. The Magician understands that his life doesn’t entirely depend on himself or other ‘Selves’, because the final decision is made always by the Creator. If the Magician puts his ‘Self’ or another ‘Self’ on the level of the Creator of the Universe or even higher, since such person automatically ceases to be ‘the Magician’, but becomes a coveted object for the Dark Forces, that promise to serve him for a certain fee. To maintain the subordination of the Magician’s ‘Self’ to the Creator, the Magician periodically practices the following affirmation: whoever you meet on your way during the day — an animate one or inanimate something — looking at him, say mentally, “You are not God!”
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“Good night, Alice djan! You’re all glowing with the color of the 5th chakra right now. Are you writing?”
“Yes, Wanderer. And you know, you’re in my book, too!”
“I hope one day I will read it in reality! And we have +23C tomorrow. I thought that a little bit of warmth wouldn’t hurt your Blizzard at all! I wish you a pleasant tomorrow!”