“CONFESSION of a GHOST”
a novel by Alexandra Kryuchkova
in the “PLAYING ANOTHER REALITY” series
15 BEFORE/26 AFTER. HOUSE No. 11
*****SUNSHINE HOUSE*****
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Somewhere in the Universe
I stood on dry land at the door to House No. 11.
“Be bolder, my soul!” the Guardian smiled, “Perhaps this is your happiest house!”
I pushed the door wide open, stepped inside and found myself in a dazzling building that looked like a Palace, drenched in sunlight.
“Wow!” I involuntarily burst out.
“Yes, you are destined to shine here!”
“What Sphere of life does this House symbolize?”
“The Future, my soul,” the Guardian smiled, “what follows.”
I stopped, stunned by the realization of what I had heard.
“What’s? Are you kidding? The Future never comes! It’s something that always happens afterwards! Are you saying that it’s my ghost destined to shine and my happiest house is just my ghost’s Palace?”
The Guardian laughed, hugged me and led me into the distance.
“Ghosts, by the way, are very fond of palaces! It’s an honor to be a guest from the Future. House No. 11 is also a community of people with interests, tasks and goals: clubs, unions, associations, holdings, joint-stock and investment companies. Some consider it the Sphere of friends, but close friends are in House No. 3, work colleagues are in the 6th, and partner friends are in the 7th. House No. 11 is for acquaintances with whom you have something in common, for example, writers and the Union of Writers. Here are also benefactors, sponsors, patrons, art promoters, third parties help, the opportunity to get something from unexpected sources. House No. 11 belongs to the competence of unpredictable Uranus. One’s true desires, dreams, hopes and plans, as they are always directed to the Future. You with Venus can make a career in the field of creativity, and what will follow?”
“Is there any possibility for the fulfillment of wishes, right?”
“Right. And your House No. 11 isn’t a house, it’s a Palace, even flooded with sunlight!”
“It’s nice,” I exhaled venomously, “to suffer all my life to be appreciated posthumously!”
“You’ll be appreciated during your lifetime due to your Fomalhaut on MC. However, what goes on in your House No. 11 is rare. How many planets, stars and other signs do you think to meet here?”
“Well… three?”
“You didn’t guess! If House No. 11 is full of good planets, auspicious opportunities are given in abundance! And the best planet for this House is also here. Every year, House No. 11 becomes more and more manifested in one’s life, as one is getting closer to the very Future that will follow the return of the soul to Heaven. People with a strong 11th House communicate with the stars and foresee events.”
“Because any prediction refers to the Future?”
“Right! A densely populated House No. 11 is another indication of creativity. Uranus loves creativity, it fountains ideas in the Flow of Consciousness. According to House No. 5, one loves and creates, in House No. 11 one receives the fruits of his efforts and Love. House No. 11 is called ‘the Good Genius’, the House of Jupiter, since Jupiter is the greatest benefactor of man, bringing glory, spiritual patronage and financial well-being. It’s also the ‘House of Good Deeds’, what one gives to the world. You incarnate in the era of space exploration, nano-technologies, media, television and the Internet, all that is the same Sphere No. 11. However, society doesn’t like those who stand out from the masses, and Uranus is non-standard in full, you never know what to expect from him. A rebellious spirit burns in him, he is a revolutionary, adores freedom, doesn’t recognize social cliches and frames, since Heaven cannot be embraced and adjusted to an earthly template. Such people are usually feared or hated by the crowd, seeking to fence themselves off or destroy them. Weak people are eaten with giblets.”
“Alive?!” I exclaimed in horror.
“No,” the Guardian laughed. “Cannibalism is a rarity.”
“What is the Sign of my House No. 11?”
“Your Palace is huge, but it starts in Aries. A symbol of increased activity, bravery, courage, endurance, strength of the Spirit, struggle for justice, love of freedom, hard work, ability to influence the masses. Openness and sincerity in relationships, honesty, loyalty. Intolerance of lazy people, liars, flatterers and backstage games. You charge the crowd with energy and enthusiasm, you lead people. Aries is the first of the Signs in the Circle, a leader, a pioneer and a great organizer. Combined with Saturn-Capricorn, means power and managers, with Venus in House No. 10, it’s ideal to be a leader, not a subordinate. Anyhow, patience and humility will have to be learned. Inflammability and vulnerability, colossal overload of the nervous system. You’ll become the soul of a bright team or an outcast of a dark one. It depends on the team, what kind of people it gathers; and on your boss, how much he is interested in a decent workaholic who cares about the result of the business. If you feel out of place, step aside. If you stay in a dishonest team, you’ll begin to respond to their provocations as Pluto, and this is not our Path.”
“Mr. Spider-puppeteer Pluto, drugged by Neptune. And Vindemiatrix…”
“She takes away what your heart gets attached to. Don’t get attached, and the evil star will have nothing to take away.”
“What about the degree of the door to my House No. 11?”
“Pluto-Scorpio.”
“Oh no!” I exclaimed. “What a good start!”
“All is good and will end good, my soul. In this Sphere. I promise! For those who follow the path of the Lower Self, the degree attracts evil, violence and murder. Your passport predisposes you to the road to Heaven, in this case, the degree is a symbol of the Resurrection from the dead, sharp mind and foresight, strength of the Spirit, protection and support of the Higher Forces. The kind Sun, with whom you are about to meet, tempers the character. Usually such people are considered to have an iron will, women are called iron ladies. But, of course, you’ll remain a little and vulnerable Moon girl inside.”
***
Library of the Universe
Walking along the corridors of the Library, I noticed an interesting poster, “Atlantis. Corrections for transmission to Earth. Plato”.
“Guardian, look!” I laughed. “Is someone lecturing here!?”
“Someone!” the Guardian laughed. “A great soul! A philosopher. How many years have passed, and he is still quoted on Earth.”
“So, is it not just a book depository?”
“There are halls for events. Conferences, readings, debates. Sometimes even bards gather and sing.”
“So, after returning to Heaven, do souls live in the Library?”
“They don’t live, they come there, each from the own abode, to meet on almost neutral territory.”
“It’s interesting!” I said thoughtfully. “Are all like that? I’d like to attend Plato’s lecture on Atlantis today.”
“Not all, but you have already seen Atlantis.”
“You say not all souls live forever, and who lives forever?”
“God,” the Guardian replied evasively.
“Plato is not God, is he?”
“There are many ways. As long as people on Earth keep in memory the image of a soul, incarnated once, the atomic bonds of the astral body are preserved. There is an invisible bridge, a communication channel, between the soul ant those who remember the soul.”
“Is that the way the Saints help those who turn to them for help?”
“That way as well.”
“When the memory of me on Earth disappears, will I throw off my astral body and fall asleep again and will we be one?”
“It depends. That way happens as well. Not everyone wants to leave the astral body. Besides, if you are no longer remembered, it doesn’t mean that you don’t want to remember something or someone. Throwing off your astral body atom by atom, you let go or rather break all the threads that connect you with your ex-personality, including the memory of your incarnation on Earth.”
“My phantom will exist in the Astral Book of Genesis forever, in each fragment realized during the incarnation, won’t it?”
“Both in the unrealized and in the potential sectors.”
We reached the Reading Hall. The book about ghosts obediently flew into my hands, but before I opened it, I asked,
“How do they return from the earthly bodies?”
“Everyone has their own way.”
“Does the guardian come saying, ‘It’s time to go home, Rukh!’?”
“Almost like that,” the Guardian smiled.
“And the devils? Do they come saying, ‘Rukh, let’s go to Hell!’?”
“Almost like that,” the Guardian smiled.
“Are there really such stupid Rukhs to agree to go with devils to Hell?” I went on pondering.
“Almost not,” the Guardian smiled again.
“And how?”
“What the soul aspires to on Earth, it will end up there afterwards.”
The book opened at the story “God, Barsik and borsch”. The women in the hospital ward were discussing the Light that two of them had seen during the operation.
“Our unbeliever must have seen the Light! She liked it there, in Paradise, so much that she decided not to come back! Oh, thank God, I haven’t got to Paradise yet! I might have been a fool to stay there, since I have four grandchildren, they will be lost without me here! Who will cook my borsch for them?”
*****BOOK of WISHES*****
***
Moscow
I woke up at night from the noise. For some reason the light in my room was on. The door opened and two strange characters walked in – a man with broken neck, whose head was attached to his scarf, arm in arm with a vulgar blonde woman with brightly painted lips twisted into a vulgar smile. They were both dead.
“Oh, hi!” the blonde whispered approaching me.
“Who are you? What do you need here?” I exclaimed.
“We’ve come as guests!”
“Guests? I haven’t invited any guests! Get out!”
Their leader appeared in the doorway, a terrible dead body in a dark blue male suit and a white shirt with a tie. He could hardly keep his balance, dancing up to me, and exclaimed smiling,
“Wow! Yes, there’s also a girl living here!”
The corpse man, clearly possessed by a devil of the Lower Astral, touched me with his finger, as if checking for density, and then took my hands, dragging me into his devilish dance, while the sweet couple unceremoniously lounged on my bed and watched us with pleasure.
“What are you doing here?! Get out of my house!” I shouted, pulling my right hand out of the hand of the corpse and taking my pectoral cross brought from Mount Athos, at the same time glancing at the Athos icons on the walls.
“It won’t help. We came by invitation,” the corpse purred, continuing to dance and looking at me with curiosity.
“Andrey!” I screamed with all my might, trying to wake my son in the next room. “Chase them away!”
My son appeared at the door. He silently walked past us to the balcony, and when the corpse, still dancing, turned his back to the balcony, hit him on the head with a metal stick. The corpse fell apart. The devil, having lost the body, squealed in offense. I screamed in horror and… woke up. In my room. I got up on the bed, rubbing my eyes.
“Where were you? What did you see?” Ray’s voice rang out.
“The devils… here! Yesterday my son began to paint a picture – everything in the fire, the devils surrounded the person laughing, because they were the ones to set the world on fire. That painting called them in, you know? So, even icons won’t help if you direct attention to …”
“Alice, you said ‘yesterday’.”
“Yes, I need to warn Andrey, send him a text message so that he destroys the sketches!”
“Isn’t Andrey at home?”
“He leaves early for the institute.”
“How did I get here?”
“Ray, you are the ghost that appears in my hard times.”
“You’re scaring me,” Ray got up from the windowsill and sat next to me on the bed. By the way, where is your phone? Let’s text Andrey.”
“In my bag in the hallway, probably,” I said, not finding the phone nearby.
“What do you want to bet your bag is not in the hallway?”
“Okay, Ray. Well, I’m not fully awake yet. It’s possible to wake up several times within a dream, right?”
“Where would you like to wake up now?”
“On Athos! The Sun, sea and the Holy Mountain! I wish you were there, Ray!”
***
Meteora, Greece
Dimitra and I sat on the grass near the cliff into the abyss, resting before returning to Ouranoupoli.
“I love Meteora,” Dimitra said proudly. “The word in Greek means ‘soaring in the air’. The monasteries were named so by the Athos monk St. Athanasius. He came here from Mount Athos at the beginning of the 14th century, founded the largest and still functioning male monastery of the Metamorphosis, or Transfiguration of Christ on the highest rock, and gave to the monks the rules of the Holy Mountain. In my childhood, my parents brought me here on an excursion, it was here that I first felt God. I don’t go to church, God is inside. Either he is or not. The church is full of double standards. They preach to the poor about lack of possessions and sell land to gold miners, killing nature. If that’s the God they profess, he’s not my God. It’s good that we arrived today. Tomorrow we have another strike. The road will be blocked. My daughter is going there and many people from Ouranoupoli.”
“When did the first monks appear here?”
“God knows! They say, like the first Athos monks, in the 10th century. The first ascetic officially mentioned in the chronicles, Barnabas, built the skete of the Holy Spirit. Here, above the entrance to St. Stephen female monastery, they found a stone tablet with the year 6,770 from the creation of the world and the name of the hermit Jeremiah, both engraved on it. I wonder what the year it is according to our time calendar!”
“I am not well in earthly chronology, but the Meteora rocks, on which they descended in baskets on ropes, look like Karoulia on Mount Athos, except for the cliff into the sea.”
“I agree, Alice. Ropes are still used here to lift provisions, but they fray tearing up at the most unexpected moment. You plan to get into the monastery and end up in the abyss!”
“Or straight in Heaven, without the intermediate stage of getting into the monastery,” I said thoughtfully.
“It’s interesting the way you interpret everything! The rocks of Meteora are over 60 million years old. In the prehistoric period, they were in the Ocean. Imagine, Kalambaka, a village below, in the Thessalian plain, is on the bottom of the Ocean!”
“I walked along the gorge of Jordanian Petra, constantly feeling I was on the bottom of the Ocean. Perhaps the palaces carved into the rocks of Petra have been there since the time of Atlantis. The most famous, judging by the height of the doorways, was intended for the giants. The Flood happened more than once. The Earth’s axis shifted more than once. Every time the Ocean changed its location, so some of the megaliths today are on land, and some are on the bottom of the Ocean.”
“Do you like it here, Alice?”
“Yes, I love mountains and monasteries in general, but… I don’t like monasteries turned into mass-visited tourist objects. In my opinion, they become museums. The mountains here are amazing, with a lot of caves, where real ascetics used to live once. Look, Dimitra, over there, as if it were not a mountain, but a monk’s face!”
“Or of an Atlantis’ one,” Dimitra smiled. “Since 1988, the Meteora monasteries have been a UNESCO World Heritage Site. I think it’s for the best. Of the 24 monasteries, looted and destroyed, especially during the Second World War, only 4 male and 2 female monasteries remain. Now money is being allocated for them, a chance for them to survive. Have you been here before?”
“Yes, both alone and with my son. He started to ring the bell then.”
Suddenly, the sound of a bell pierced through me from somewhere behind me, and I shuddered. Having turned around, I saw a monk in a small stone building. He looked at me intently and struck the bell again. I felt uncomfortable. The sound of the bell ran through my body like an energy wave, forcing me to get up and go to the Monk. We looked at each other in silence. I felt like I had already seen him. The Monk struck the bell for the third time. I closed my eyes, plunging into the sound like into the Ocean and sinking to the bottom, and when I emerged out and opened my eyes, the Monk was gone!
I turned to Dimitra, but … I saw myself continuing a sweet conversation with her.
“I think, we should go,” Dimitra patted my shoulder. “You have to be at the border with Athos by sunset. Are you still reading the Akathist?”
And I remembered again that there was no me anymore.
***
Library of the Universe
From the holographic pages of my diary, a fluffy smoky tail with a white tassel appeared first, then the paws…
“Oh, Moony, if you only knew how hard it is to disincarnate. The only desire is to finally wake up, either already here, or again there, and I’m still wandering in the Mist looking for I don’t know what… Have you seen any magic wands in the Library, by any chance?”
The Cat purred something in response, leafing through the pages of my diary with the tail until “The Book of Wishes”.
“The New Year’s Eve is magic, I received a lot of questions about the Book of Wishes. So, I’ll share White Magic. What to do before the New Year?
1. Say “Yes” to miracles. It’s important to believe that they happen to everyone who believes in them!
2. Go to the “Magic Exchange Office”! We change the old for the new! Divide the sheet into 2 parts: on the left – what we change, on the right – what we get. “A harmful boss / a fluffy puss”.
3. Decorate the Tree with wishes. We hang the symbols of wishes: a golden key, a toy car, chocolate medals, money (in different currencies), hearts, guardian angels, etc. It’s good to charge the Book of Wishes under the Tree or between the branches.
4. Burn the Bad! We write everything that needs to be got rid of, we burn, or tear, or throw it away (= we destroy it before the New Year), we cut the negative energy bridge to the Past.
5. Clean the Space. Throw away everything unnecessary or take it out of the flat to throw away later, if it’s a pity right away. Say thank you and goodbye to the things that have already played their role in your life, especially to those that remind you of something unpleasant. We remove the stagnant energy of Death, ventilate the space and let the energy of Life in.
6. Make a Sacrifice. We part with what is dear for getting something greater. Exactly expensive/important, and not taken out in the trash. Give your favorite fur coat to a homeless bum. Or quit smoking.
7. Clean up the tails. We make a list of what needs to be completed before the New Year in order to have no energy tails. Complete as much as possible and pay off all debts (broken promises are debts too)!
8. Wish good to your ill-wishers. We make a list of ill-wishers (it’s better to make peace with them) and from the bottom of our hearts wish them everything we want to ourselves. If we need a car, “Higher Powers, give to Mr. N. the car he’s dreaming of!” Or “Let mademoiselle M. get acquainted with the man who will take her away to live abroad”. It’s important to wish for enemies and to wish sincerely, as for yourself, thus the mirror effect is triggered.
9. Speak out and leave the pain of the Past. Sometimes it’s so sickening that we try not to remember, but to hide it somewhere far away so that it doesn’t catch our eye. It’s important to speak out loud to someone all our grievances, injustices (although this is a conditional “in”), all the accumulated pain. Sometimes we have no one to speak out. Or you don’t want to debunk the myth of yourself as a superhero. Or they won’t listen to you. Or you know what they will tell you about all that. In such case:
A) find somewhere someone not from your circle (a neighbor in the train, a priest, etc.), the further, the better, and tell that one from A to Z, or
B) a worse option, write a story, a novel… There are 2 “buts” here – if you leave the manuscript in a drawer, it’s the same as burying it in the Subconscious; if you initially plan to publish, you won’t be able to write all the truth (don’t even argue that).
Having spoken out in full, we close the Past with the thought, “I don’t know / don’t understand why this happened, but for some reason it was necessary!” We lock the door behind the Past and breathe a sigh of relief – let it go and don’t return to it anymore! It’s no sense to feed anything nasty with your energy! No matter how hard it is, we move on, thinking only about the good, make plans for the Future, set tasks, goals and step forward. Light will attract Light, even if today you are in pitch Darkness.
10. Sister Water! Take a bath or shower, talk to the water (Mansurova’s rite), “Sister Water, help me cleanse myself.” Imagine that all the negative, everything bad is leaving you with water, and the Silver Flow of life energy is pouring from the shower instead of water.
11. The BOOK of WISHES
We choose a secluded corner without foreign ones, find a notebook, turn the sheets into magical ones – mentally and with our gaze, because every gaze, filled with thought and desire, has a great magical power! We take out a pen, our magic wand.
Let’s imagine our life next year, but not gray and boring, but exactly the one we want to live!
Write 12 points of your wishes in brief. Without not. Each paragraph contains a statement. Not a question, not a wish, but a statement of some fact, “I’m the winner of the Nobel Prize Award in Literature” (for example). Of course, write about health, work, love, family – all areas of life, 1–3 sentences each. It’s a cheat sheet.
Let’s greet the Higher Powers.
A) remember all the good of the past year (even if you did it yourself!) and thank for it (you were allowed to do/get it). Was something a complete surprise? Heaven sometimes pampers us. We are grateful children, so we say “Thank you!” Remember the good, smiling! – the energy bridge of transferring the good from the Past to the Future will work, this is important to cut not all bridges, but the bad ones.
B) What have we done useful for the world during this year? Let’s remind ourselves, if we do nothing, we’ll be kicked out of here into Heavens.
Take out the cheat sheet with 12 points. We ask the Higher Forces to help us implement our wonderful plan for the next year, to which we add our future good deeds!
In DETAILS, as much as possible, describe everything related to point No. 1 in the Present or in the Past tense, as a statement of fact, “in January XXXX (year) I translated 10 of my stories into English.” Write what you see (want to see) in the house where you live. Who is your beloved one? (character, work, clothes, etc.). What do you do together in your free time? (“on Fridays we go to the theater”, etc.) The colors of surroundings, smells, sounds, feelings – describe everything that can be specified. And so on for each item.
What is a constant for the whole year, we write in the Present tense. What we want to receive at some point can be written in the Past tense, i.e. we mentally transfer ourselves to the time we already have what we want now, and we write a story from there (from the Future, which has already happened). Typical mistakes. You can’t write in the Future tense without a date, so it will always remain in the Future. You must not make toasts / wishes in the Past tense. “I wish you had…” Formulate with “Let”, “Let Maria and Alexander have a daughter or son by November”, or “I wish you excellent health for 1000 years, a flat within next year…”
Think before you say or write something.
The last phrase is written in your own words with the following meaning. The Higher Forces know better where and with whom we should live and work, as well as the time frame in which we should receive something (if it fits into our Matrix). Ask them to help you implement your plan, adding “at the best time for me, at the best way for me at your discretion”, because you have to trust Heaven. I also add that I really look forward to pleasant surprises.
Don’t burn the written! When we write one wish on a tiny piece of paper to the sound of the chimes, burn it, put the ashes into a glass with liquid and drink the potion with the same chimes in one gulp, we don’t destroy the wish. We absorb it, merging with it. However, you’re not going to eat a whole magic notebook, are you? Before burning something to throw it later in the trash, remember what you usually throw away …
For the period of 21 days, it’s advisable to retreat each day to a secluded corner and re-read the plan. The ideal period is exactly a month from the day of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (Santa Claus is St. Nicholas) on December 19 to January 19, the Epiphany (also known as “once on the Epiphany’ Eve, the girls were telling fortune” thanks to our famous poet). It’s not so important when we write programs, it’s important that they are being launched for 21 days. After the 21st day, we hide the notebook and forget it. On the Eve of the next New Year, we find the notebook, re-read what was written a year ago and make sure that we are wizards.
12. Prepare food for the festive table. We whisper the best, visualizing ourselves in our happy Future. So we eat positive affirmations and the Future penetrates us.
13. Get a new element. We meet the New Year in / with something new (clothes, shoes, if you have no money – buy a hairpin / comb), put animal the symbol of New Year in a place of honor (you can draw it), let it be glad to have been waited for here!
P.S. WHY DO WISHES NOT COME TRUE?
A) It is not your wish.
B) The wishes contradict each other, are incompatible with one another.
C) The fulfillment of your wish causes subconscious fear.
D) The wish is too abstract.
E) The wish is momentary; you will quickly lose interest in it.
F) The fulfillment of the wish / yet unknown consequences are negative for you or someone else. Describing your happy Future, you can never be 100% sure that you don’t hurt someone’s destiny, changing it for the worse.
G) It takes years to fulfill your wish, since everything is instantaneous in the Other Reality, while the “matter” has a slow reaction on Earth.
H) The main reason. There are several, but not an infinite number of options for the Future in your Matrix of Destiny. What is yours will come true, someone else’s will never be yours.
See you in the New Year!
Everything will come true at the right time in the right place.”