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Dedicated to my Teachers

Chapter 1
Unturned point

At the moment, when I just started my journey, which brought me to that point of the world where we got along with you, then here and now, there was no available information about the knowledge that I have at the moment. Sacred rites have always been carefully preserved in the midst of singing groups of practitioners, not openly displayed, boasted in front of the uninitiated, and were in every possible way protected from the eyes of the inhabitants. It is not good to forget about the downfall of the communist regime, if for copying a Hatha Yoga brochure they were given a prison term. And people, citizens of the now free land, rushed after everything that was not included in the set of knowledge approved by the party and the knowledge necessary for life. Also, information has not yet flowed in these dry riverbeds to the territory of our region. And my desire to get out of the white wheel of everyday life, to get out of the deaf heap that I created with my own hands, fell on that “hungry” hour for information, which, after blowing the right boom in the most tempting spiritual practice, yak, yak bachite, we may today. But in that day, already very distant for me, today, I realized that I needed to change.

We are all people, and we all have different kinds of weaknesses. All of us are skewed, broken, injured. And for me it is very important that everyone understands: I am a human being, just like you. And I don’t feel the same thirst every day and at the same time for a very strange reason, which immediately launched the mechanism of my transformation. Transformations that took a long time.

It all started with the fact that I discovered myself on a heavy drinking binge, which, unfortunately, had not died out for days for a long time. My life at that moment was the same as Kazkov’s “break the crust.” I've spent everything. I have lost my friends. I have spent this. I've wasted myself. I was clearly aware that I was dying. Todi was not yet thirty.

The only thing is that, at that time, I knew about non-traditional medicine, and I was impressed by Paul Bragg’s work about medical fasting. And I, thinking for a moment, having finished reading, having risen to my seventeenth place, went to the apartment, locked myself away, without fear, and finally threw the keys out of the apartment at the window. I eat for forty days for hunger.

Then I firmly believed: either I will die or I will die. The axis is that simple. As if I knew what I should do... But I didn’t know anything and bravely relied on my sense of feeling, which I now call intuition. I am amazingly aware that I can fly ten thousand meters without a parachute. But I was no longer afraid of risking my life, since at that moment I had managed to turn it into hell. And now I can say that my first fast in my life, a forty-day fast, was one of the worst and at the same time the most important consequences of my life.

I won’t talk about unpalatable details of a physiological nature. Let me highlight some of the moments that I particularly missed.

The third day of detoxification greatly shocked me when the rapto skin over my entire body became a deep, infused violet color. The shock resulted in a severe migraine-like headache. Then there were several days of intense withdrawal with pain in all possible parts and tissues of the body. Judging by the evidence, the internal organs were evident. I realized that it seems like I’m definitely dying now. Ale is not dead. And on about the eighth day (due to suffering, I no longer understand much, I can’t say for sure what day it was), everything changed. It became easier. Then, growing day by day, such a euphoria began its unsatisfactory onslaught that I had already forgotten to think about.

I also didn’t know that after the cleanup crisis, the axis of this incredibly clean and bright state of joy, like the cities of the brave and those who have seen, comes. The skin of your body is happy, your soul is happy, your spirit is brightening. Now you can easily make physical sacrifices, and fasting no longer gives in to any tortures, because you sense the incredible cost of bringing it. And the first days of this euphoria, I was still trying to break in, get up, and try to work. And then he simply lay down and marveled at the stele. So it was all right.

The thought that I, being still in the non-judgment camp, was able to secure a hundred-hundred-hundred-year seclusion, calmed me down. No one came, no one could leave, and I couldn’t open the door for anyone, because the keys to the apartment were safely lying here on the street, or maybe by the gutter. I'm not sure anymore. I was safely locked on the remaining side of the rich surface, near my apartment overlooking the Finnish Outlet, which at that time was still completely wild and not forgotten. Budinok standing on the outskirts. There was very little sign of civilization. A beautiful mind for a reclusive cob. Now I can honestly say that the place for meditation was simply ideal, although at that moment I couldn’t think about any kind of meditation. I am already far from the practice and at the same time infinitely close. I am standing on the border between my old life and the new, otherwise we will stick together without noticing anyone. I just marveled at the window and admired the hot summer landscape. I felt my depression and without thinking about anything, I don’t even suspect that I was already starting to meditate. I just enjoyed the picture. Reveling in the prospect. I didn’t understand at all at that moment that the prospect that was opening up before me, richly more than richly, had been comprehended and, I’m not afraid to say, had not given me much hope. And then I can only be happy: everything is going just perfect! It was warm summer weather outside, and fasting, among other things, required warmth. The removal of slagging and excretion from the body can simply be avoided. Ale then I didn’t know anything and didn’t understand how I was spared.

Before the end of the fast, on the fortieth day, I felt like I was getting married again. Aje, what actually appears on the subtle energy planes after fasting? The “holographic mirror” needs to be cleaned, so, for example, you wiped the drink from the mirror surface, and it started to shine. Revealed? Well, the axis is approximately the same as I sat all over myself. And it clearly came from the depths of the soul, permeating the whole body. Until this day I have never felt anything like this.

Having plugged the cord of the telephone into the socket (I guess that home phones were in vogue at the time - such banduras with a designated number), I immediately remembered the number of my housewife, the woman who came to clean my house every hour. She brought her keys to my apartment, and she came to unlock me. I can say that her reaction to my shining appearance was unambiguous - she herself began to shine, giving me a smile.

Going out onto the street from a voluntary agreement was uninviting and seemed fresh in a new way. Smells, sounds, colors - everything was familiar with the cute. The vision became sharper, the roars came out precisely and smoothly. It seemed like I was a football player and I was spinning a ball the size of a ball on the ball of my right leg. And the girl felt freedom, everyone had a sense of this word. I'm sorry, I was overcome by euphoria at my peak.

The first few days I drank only fresh juices diluted with water. The first bottle of juice after forty days without a hedgehog is a thrill to look clean. I am amazed that I feel that my body is in the process of converting juice into physical energy. And the first hard hedgehog, as I remember, was the Viryanka salad: cabbage, carrots, apple. Oh, it was delicious! The receptors triumphed, the body reveled in the freshness of fruits and vegetables. And I thought: “Oh, the stench, just the joys of life!”

Overwhelmed by such a cataclysmic success, I decided to “give in to the sun” and began to run away from lies. I got up about the fourth year, it was still dark, and, not caring about the bad weather, not about the pain of my knees, not about anything, I was running. It is necessary to understand that I am running lies (and not only lies) I and Donina, and this was the beginning of a protracted bagatoric fanatical self-reliance. I’ll immediately remember how one day in the dead of winter I was running along the shore of the Finnish Inlet, where standing in a booth next to my “penthouse” on the seventeenth century, I hesitated to get tired and started drinking the first changes of the sun, the disappearance of the sun. I think: “Mlinec. Why did I, in my opinion, need to run hard in the dark? Why can’t you finish checking your svitanka? Why am I suffering? Ale beg in the sleepy light, perhaps, being one of the few indulgences that I was born with.

Having reconciled with the effectiveness of the statement “The wilder, the sweeter”, the authorship of which historians attribute to Dostoevsky, Pushkin, Lenin, and Mao Zedong, I hope to consolidate the result of my mistrust and for everything. The yanny of today's fashion has turned to the traditional medicine of these rocks. My experiments have ended with the use of the “Esperal” method, which is very popular among drug addicts. The drug was sewn into the soft tissue of the patient and the patient was informed that if alcohol was introduced into the body, it would activate the substance sewn into the body and release a lethal substance from the bloodstream, which paralyzes respiratory activity, and the patient would I'm drowning in the air. They were scared and had nightmares in a black way. And what to do, on the other hand, when the patient can only be taken into his arms under the fear of death?

I realize that the fear of death is the very thing I need. I miraculously knew that with mine it can be done just like that. About the discovery of him, I, however, was still in the course, but had cut his jabs, respecting them with the negative consequences of his character.

As a result of the micro-operation, I became a happy recipient of a fashionable drug with the proud name “Esperal”, like so many of my companions at the time. With this difference, my luscious and vibrant organism has begun to actively discard. And already the next day I had a beautiful shirt on my back the size of a tennis ball, which shimmered with all the colors of the fun. Doctors said that it might be an allergy that occurs once in a thousand episodes, and they began to prescribe different medications, which became more and more severe. Blood poisoning, as a diagnosis, was already in the air. There was a need to quickly eliminate the evil drug, and I realized that this would endanger me. And I really don’t want to think about alcohol, about binges and about those things like evil and ruin, bring everything into my life again! This is my Rubikon. And I was at the reception. That’s why I began to joke around with other people’s decisions.

Having asked friends, talked to friends and known people, as they say, “one woman.” They said that she was rejoicing with her hands and waiting for the future. In any other situation, I would have been skeptical about such tales, otherwise I would have simply gone nowhere. They told me that I couldn’t take a penny, but it bothered me. Then I turned into a kind of gutless cat with fruit, dancing overseas zill and rushing to Marina Mikhailovna, looking for everything for the sake of it. I was preparing for Baba Yaga with a raven on her shoulder and a pain on her side, I was preparing for a gypsy-like witch with a sly look of black eyes, a cup of kavi and wilted cards, I was preparing at least for a grandmother-herbalist in the village And the hair on the head and with wondrous whispers Who knows about the devil? Ale, to my surprise, I, having treated a woman with nothing, will not notice, at all, the kind of woman we see in the hundreds every day. There is no difference, everything is earthly, provincial, such an axis, I’m not afraid of the word, “auntie.” And I didn’t feel anything from her, and she didn’t bestow me with any such special look, and there was no magic or enchantment there, as it seemed to me. Everything was on order, otherwise I would have arrived at my mother’s to deliver groceries. Marina Mikhailovna rubbed her hands over me. Khvilin ten tstrivalo. I know that I haven’t heard anything. Having picked it up and gone, the thoughts calmed down to myself that I had earned everything I had snatched, and, having calmed down, began to mentally prepare for the upcoming operation.

But the same operation, in my worst fears, was not necessary. Vranci “tennis ball” has changed to the size of a hairy pea. And suddenly they disappeared. Moreover, I respect it as a miracle. Doctors who have admired me also respect these miraculous healings and insist that in their practice they have never experienced anything like this.

There was only one thing I felt bad about. Why didn’t I hear anything? How did I manage to let this wonder pass through me, what else would it be like a meat grinder? Why is it so amazing that he lives among us, but we don’t notice anyone? I’ll understand this clearly now. On the right, when I was at the material stage of intelligence and some subtle energies, I simply didn’t feel it, I couldn’t sense them. Whether it is material, emotional, or spiritual - however, show our intelligence, ours among them, and beyond the boundaries of information lies true freedom in pure appearance. And the clouded mind cannot let through itself the thirsty subtle matter and energy. However, this does not at all mean that I am not sensitive to subtle energies. And the stench could have completely affected me, even though I didn’t feel anything, didn’t know anything, didn’t know anything. Only then did I begin to understand how everything works. I could sing in a binge, I could suffer my forty-day fast, I could inject myself with this evil drug “Esperal”, I could immediately destroy my restive body, and that’s why I could start pranking Marina Mikhailovna, And that’s the only way she could show me wonder, True miracle. Because the material mind without knowledge cannot recognize the existence of more subtle lights, matter and energies. Only people could less easily be “guided to the truthful path.” And that’s how Marina Mikhailovna took me under her wing, for which I am infinitely grateful to her. With which we can perhaps end this lyrical entry. Let's talk about an important lesson that I was forced to learn in one terrible way.

People are so cunningly controlled by him that they are forced to work incredibly hard from the obvious, ignoring the most powerful signs that our soul gives us, or, as you wish, the All-Light itself, because the soul is invisible partly. It will be blocked from the very beginning by the very foundation of another reality, then it will be necessary to rely on intensive activities that allow this new, hitherto unknown reality to be learned and followed. I am not to blame for the rules. Having realized the wonder, having seen the subtle plan of Butt in my eyes, I still managed to lose myself in some kind of passivity, continuing to follow the course of my life with all the eyes of a materialist, living in the old way, nothing has stolen the foundations of my old ideas about myself. Tobudov. Ale Vsesvet did not deprive me. About them! Vaughn wanted to take me seriously. All the world spoke to me with my own soul, which, perhaps, I would be one year old at that moment. To say that this is a badge is to say nothing.

The rest of the advances and the call of the All-World will safely start the process of my transformation, as I was then clearly aware of the idea that I was seeing in such an unintelligent, miraculous manner. It’s important for me to write about this now. This is right. Accident. At speed one hundred and sixty kilometers per year. Three flips through the dah. The car looks uncool, with all the parts intact. There are no rags on me.

Then I realize that I am being given another chance again, and I cannot miss it. I realized that everything needs to be changed. Cleanly and right away, and not tomorrow and not early Monday. Change not just the way of living, but the way of thinking, looking at the world, specialness, change everything that we so unexpectedly miss every day, cherish, waste such precious moments for nothing. If, I’m not afraid to sound banal, all of life, which seemed so long ago, flashes through your head in a fraction of a second, you begin to realize how quick everything is and how right the words of the old song are to be remembered between the past and the future, and at the same time it's called "life" . And we feel like it’s important that all this tinsel, all this tinsel, like a long meal, immediately disintegrates into dust and, unfortunately, does not take away any solid ground under our feet.

From now on, I never lose sight of the inconvenience, I can easily see that I will always be late somewhere, and need to hurry up, run at full speed, and get into the last door of the last car of the last train. And this is one of the reasons through which I work so richly, without worrying too much about fate. I am a maximalist, and my main goal is to try to convey my knowledge and evidence to the maximum number of people who require it. That’s why I remember how, having demanded it myself, and the whole world did not disappoint me, she extended a helping hand to me, and even then, when I was ready for help. Acquaintance with Marina Mikhailovna was a gift to me, as a result of my questions, which were unknowingly thrown into the Expanse by me.

Section 2
Bachennya

I started to guide Marina Mikhailovna regularly. It was an important period in my life when I lost my mother, and Marina Mikhailovna became a close person for me, like a mother who came before me whenever I needed it. I’m not afraid to get sentimental, but if you say that matrimonial bonding for an adult is nonsense, I’ll tell you that it’s not so. Everyone keeps looking for mom. That's why it's crazy. This is the absolute, and until the next day, be like the soul.

Marina Mikhailovna was always very kind to me, she could help guides and warnings, and with her miraculous gift of healing. It seems that through many fates after our first meeting, when I began to conduct my first seminars, I developed conjunctivitis. There was simply no eye. How to conduct a seminar is unclear. I’m terribly whining, I don’t want to say anything, I don’t like to let people down and don’t screw people up, for me it’s a torment. It’s clear, we all know that miracles that can heal eyes that fester in one day simply don’t happen. There was only one thing left - to turn to Marina Mikhailivna. She looked at me for a long time, was inspired, and then it seemed so wonderful, I almost thought that she was playing tricks on me. “You seem to have some kind of vegetable at home that you can make a round cut from?” I hung for a moment, then I said: Well, that’s watermelon. With this I feel, if not like Popelushka, then like a complete idiot for sure. And Marina Mikhailovna instructs: “Make a round cut of the animal, paint on it a sign similar to the letter “Zh”, and z'izh.” The first axis is at the same time culpable for me. For me, this sounded like the purest madder, but after knowing Marina Mikhailovna, I still lost everything, as she said. Having cut, painted, z'iv. And what do you value? On the day of the seminar, I had no signs of conjunctivitis. I'm shocked, to be honest.

Singing, she has recited me more than once throughout my life. Ale, at this time, the singing distance is always small. She didn’t teach me anything, just hire me directly. I wanted to steadily take care of my development: I think she organized musical meditative exercises especially for me.

Near the park of the Polytechnic Institute there is a mansion Budinka Vchenykh. A pianist came there and played classical music on the piano. I spend all this time listening to piano music in deep meditative states. Did the star Marina Mikhailovna know that these very sounds and these very vibrations will come to me, awaken in me the processes of transformation, which is so necessary for me?

It was fitting for me to visit Budinka’s friends. I loved wandering around there, looking at the paintings that decorated the walls. Marina Mikhailovna seems to say: “So? Do you see your own pictures? And I honestly had thoughts about where else they could be greatly expanded. I shut up, and Marina Mikhailovna said to me: “Well, why are you messing around? When you crave for something beautiful, you begin to drink.”

The pianist played for hours before Budinka, and in one of these sessions I actually experienced my first clairvoyant revelation. Dribnitsa, of course, but at that moment for me it was an independent exit from the framework of everyday life, the beginning of a different life, whatever you want. And the axle was stuck: I walked around, as from the area above the transfer of the pianist, a spindle-like passage of incredible light behind its beauty streams. It was so miraculous that after about an hour tears appeared in my eyes - I didn’t even dare to blink, lest the cloud would disappear. I had been wary of this phenomenon for a long time until my mind began to doubt its reality, immediately giving me a couple of ideas about hallucinations and waking dreams. It happened immediately, otherwise my thoughts would be confirmed. It is now absolutely obvious that, having allowed my mind to fade, I have simply descended a few levels down, where there is no possibility of absorbing subtle light and energy. But I intuitively understand: what emerged in me that day. My eyes began to look different. That episode became a beacon for me, a signal flare that illuminated the Mayday Way.

Surely, I know that I still have not a tenth of the strength of this marvelous woman. With her own hands, without moving her body, Marina Mikhailovna changes DNA on the genetic level! It’s not wrong, but it’s not like that. Matter for her, after all, does not exist at all. Just like that. You will be able to study the past, the future, and today with incredible clarity and purity. She, however, is oriented both in the material world and in the astral, easily becoming more expensive in her dreams, dumb on the tram, - from one step to the other. And I didn’t think there was anything special about him. This is completely natural for her. From the looks of the inhabitants, this power was working wonders. I do not allow him to be called either a teacher, a guru, or a mentor. With respect to the honorable readers of the great literature, for The correct reader does not read anything - he simply knows the order.

From and Marina Mikhailovna was simply in order. Vaughn didn’t even begin to tell me what she knew and knew how to teach the cook how to properly peel potatoes. And don’t think that I’ve been to any kind of school of charmers, no. It’s just that Marina Mikhailovna, with her presence alone, created minds so that everything would happen. I am aware, having been with her, of such speeches that they became fundamental for my new world system. I just learned how sound and vibration work. Dear Marina Mikhailovna, I first made the Universe aware of all its greatness. I recognized the inconsistency of that moment when Marina Mikhailovna was in order.

At any moment, my “zir” began to play with me and a completely large-scale heat. That’s why I initially believed through lack of understanding, not looming about those who are on the astral plane. Just one time, things became extraordinary for me, after which the phrase “astral journey” ceased to be an empty sound for me.

The history of this different episode is as follows: in the distant past, during the Radyansky Union, which was completely and truly in tartarari, I took up bodybuilding, and my friends and I had our own club. This was not just a basement “goydalka”, of which they had plenty, no shortage. We seriously focused on nutrition, competed closely with the Federation of Bodybuilding, and the entire final of the place, as a rule, was “ours” - people from our club often won on the show. We were one of the first to request professional ballet choreographers to choreograph the bodybuilders' performances. Soon after, we already had our own show: we met with the Leningrad Fashion Theater, and watched the finest models, then welcomed circus jugglers, seasoning everything with a luxurious jazz band. And with such a small company we went on tour to explore the vastness of Crimea.

So I first got to Sevastopol - then close the place, it would not be so easy to penetrate. It struck me. And it suited me so well there, it was so kind, it was so quiet and provincially calm, that I began to go there hour after hour. When the great Kurna place was still bothering me, I collected my backpack and headed to the camp site named after Mokrousov (there was such a commander of the partisan movement in Krim during the hour of the Great Patriotic War), which was affectionately called “Mokrousov’s Dacha.” There I woke up and am alive, enjoying the fresh winds, the proximity of the sea and the untouched nature. Nearby there was a magnificent field in which lavender bloomed. In the evenings I walked there with a pillow and a mattress to see off the sun. There is such beauty, such richness: a majestic lavender slope that goes to the sea, in which sits a baked plasma ball of sunshine. That evening I felt that my camp was in no way damaged. I immediately realized that this was one of my peaks of spiritual neurosis, I was, as it were, on edge, ready to fly into the stratosphere, and then I gave in, on the fire of a powerful spiritual high. I was there, taking in this incredible beauty, and inhaling this smell of lavender, which made my head cloudy. I forgot about the hour.

It got dark. The daytime sounds of superfluous nature have died down, sacrificing the earthly place. In the sky of dark blue oxamite there appeared unbearably bright and great, silent diamonds of inhuman cut, and sparkles. The heavenly tent took me away from my sides. The mirrors were in perfect order. I stretched out my arms, and the heavenly bodies fell on my lap. Prayer flowed out of my heart by itself. And then everything that I perceived vigilantly, tactilely and with the help of my sense of smell, became angry in one stream of surprises, and I ceased to recognize myself as alone, I became angry with everything that exists and in a rapture experienced leaving the body. It’s similar to how you throw off your clothes and lose your clothes. The feeling of relief was even more remarkable. Oh, how welcome it was! Such a feeling of will, such a flight! But I realized that I was sitting on the floor, to the side, I shuddered and turned to the body.

Let’s take away the tension with a transcendental knowledge, I safely went back to my little hut at the camp site, because it was already late at night. And all that night I had a wonderful dream, a very real dream, that in the new there were smells, and sounds, and everything that could only be truly blown by the wind. I dreamed that I was walking along the street, through an unknown place, in some wondrous place. I keep a blind girl in the company of a man. A girl of incredible, unearthly beauty. It is difficult for me to describe its appearance, because all the newest, most subtle rices of all races that we know of were constantly revealed in it. It is not a picture that can be described, but an image that can only be perceived by the senses, the senses, and the soul. It is important for me to choose words to describe them, rather than formulate them in human terms. There are no such categories in our understanding, with which I could equate those that I noticed, marveling at it. She was as beautiful as the Ethiopian women, she was as sophisticated as the Chinese princesses, and as sexy as the Brazilian women who dance. She had everything beautiful, everything unearthly that is in women on our planet. I immediately realized: this is VONA, this is no business. I spent the gift of the movie. I am devout. And then, of course, I realize that I’m not ready to spend it. Then I hid behind a parked car, so that the beauty’s companion would not notice me, and whispered to her: How do you know?, And she told me: Remember! and dictated her phone number to me. I suddenly woke up and wrote down these numbers, hoping to find out the unknown.

When I turned back to St. Petersburg, I immediately went to see Marina Mikhailovna. I told her about an unexpected dream and everything that was bothering me. Having asked Marina Mikhailivna for the sake of: should I call or not? Marina Mikhailovna confirmed my guess that in this world I would hardly be able to reach her by phone. This phone number had the number 0 at the beginning, and this number had a lot of numbers, for example, for an international number. I immediately realized that this is the code of the planet, because there were a lot of songs that the world does not have such things. And then I began to “shamanize”: sitting in meditation and earnestly sending my attention to the wishes of this girl. Marina Mikhailovna warned me not to overdo the astral mandrivals, otherwise I had not heard them. I was obsessed with the idea of finding my path, and nothing could stand in my way. I was so overcome by those feelings and emotions that accompanied my miraculous dream about the beauty, that I just wanted to try everything again in life.

Having started to practice lucid dreaming, if you remember in your dreams about those you are dreaming, and really manipulate the subtle matter of the dream with the help of willpower, calling out to the people you need. Other sources, visualizing these places, such as you I would like to transfer my shame.

On one of my new “travels”, after leaving the powerful body, I will find someone who knows their phone number and the same as the navigation coordinates on the map of the Chumatsky Way. We met, and she appeared even more beautiful than our first friend. Her name was Eya. And she reciprocated with me. Astral sex has become between us. And this is what I call the evil souls, the remains of having sex with the body - this is beyond the boundaries of rough, earthy, important bodily influences. It was incredibly miraculous, but there was nothing to compare it with.

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Dedicated to my Teachers

Chapter 1
Unturned point

But in that day, already very distant for me, today, I realized that I needed to change.

I won’t talk about unpalatable details of a physiological nature. Let me highlight some of the moments that I particularly missed.

Section 2
Bachennya

At any moment, any person can come to realize that they need to change in life and what they have set before them, they need to develop spiritually and learn for themselves. This moment will come when people are evil, and there is nothing left for them except the last attempt to change everything abruptly. This is approximately what happened in the life of Swami Dasha, which was a milestone in the 17th season of the “Battle of Psychics.” He won the hearts of rich TV viewers with his uniqueness, his unique view of the world, and in this book he reveals how he developed everything.

Swami Dasha called the autobiography “Rebirth”, showing them that having become a new person, they were born again. If you are a wasted guy, you regularly and constantly go on a binge, which means you will lose yourself all alone. And then the realization came that he could find his true way by starting to manipulate, conduct trainings, and learn from wise people. He developed his own abilities, and then he himself could start others. He talks about everything in this book, shares emotions, guesses, talks about the difficulties that he had to go through.

The novel is filled with energy and light, with a lot of talk about travel, humor, practical pleasures, philosophical thoughts - everything for a consuming and unforgettable reading. The book will be of great use to those who are intoxicated by esotericism, as well as to those who play the “Battle of Psychics” and especially to those who want to know more about the life of Swami Dasha.

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Chapter 1
Unturned point

I won’t talk about unpalatable details of a physiological nature. Let me highlight some of the moments that I particularly missed.

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Unturned point

We are all people, and we all have different kinds of weaknesses. All of us are skewed, broken, injured. And for me it is very important that everyone understands: I am a human being, just like you. And I don’t feel the same thirst every day and at the same time for a very strange reason, which immediately launched the mechanism of my transformation. Transformations that took a long time.

I won’t talk about unpalatable details of a physiological nature. Let me highlight some of the moments that I particularly missed.

The thought that I, being still in the non-judgment camp, was able to secure a hundred-hundred-hundred-year seclusion, calmed me down. Without anyone coming, no one could leave, and I couldn’t help anyone

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open the doors, so that the keys to the apartment were safely lying here on the street, or perhaps by the gutter. I'm not sure anymore. I was safely locked on the remaining side of the rich surface, near my apartment overlooking the Finnish Outlet, which at that time was still completely wild and not forgotten. Budinok standing on the outskirts. There was very little sign of civilization. A beautiful mind for a reclusive cob. Now I can honestly say that the place for meditation was simply ideal, although at that moment I couldn’t think about any kind of meditation. I am already far from the practice and at the same time infinitely close. I am standing on the border between my old life and the new, otherwise we will stick together without noticing anyone. I just marveled at the window and admired the hot summer landscape. I felt my depression and without thinking about anything, I don’t even suspect that I was already starting to meditate. I just enjoyed the picture. Reveling in the prospect. I didn’t understand at all at that moment that the prospect that was opening up before me, richly more than richly, had been comprehended and, I’m not afraid to say, had not given me much hope. And then I can only be happy: everything is going just perfect! It was warm summer weather outside, and fasting, among other things, required warmth. The removal of slagging and excretion from the body can simply be avoided. Ale then I didn’t know anything and didn’t understand how I was spared.

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Having calmed myself that I had lost everything I had lost, and, having calmed down, began to mentally prepare for the upcoming operation.

I started to guide Marina Mikhailovna regularly. It was an important period in my life when I lost my mother, and Marina Mikhailovna became a close person for me, like a mother who came before me whenever I needed it. I’m not afraid to get sentimental, but if you say that matrimonial bonding for an adult is nonsense, I’ll tell you that it’s not so. Everyone keeps looking for mom. That's why it's crazy. This is the absolute, but before it is the soul.

Near the park of the Polytechnic Institute there is a mansion Budinka Vchenykh. A pianist came there and played the piano

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played classical music. I spend all this time listening to piano music in deep meditative states. Did the star Marina Mikhailovna know that these very sounds and these very vibrations will come to me, awaken in me the processes of transformation, which is so necessary for me?

Surely, I know that I still have not a tenth of the strength of this marvelous woman. With her own hands, without moving her body, Marina Mikhailovna changes DNA on the genetic level! It’s not wrong, but it’s not like that. Matter for her, after all, does not exist at all. Just like that. You will be able to study the past, the future, and today with incredible clarity and purity. She, however, is oriented both in the material world and in the astral, easily becoming more expensive in her dreams, dumb on the tram, - from one step to the other. And I didn’t think there was anything special about him. This is completely natural for her. From the looks of the inhabitants, this power was working wonders. I do not allow him to be called either a teacher, a guru, or a mentor. From honor to the respectable Readers from the great literature, because the respectable Reader does not learn anything - it’s just order.

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It is new, because in it all the newest, most subtle rices of all races known to us were constantly revealed. It is not a picture that can be described, but an image that can only be perceived by the senses, the senses, and the soul. It is important for me to choose words to describe them, rather than formulate them in human terms. There are no such categories in our understanding, with which I could equate those that I noticed, marveling at it. She was as beautiful as the Ethiopian women, she was as sophisticated as the Chinese princesses, and as sexy as the Brazilian women who dance. She had everything beautiful, everything unearthly that is in women on our planet. I immediately realized: this is VONA, this is no business. I spent the gift of the movie. I am devout. And then, of course, I realize that I’m not ready to spend it. Then I hid behind a parked car, so that the beauty’s companion would not notice me, and whispered to her: How do you know?, And she told me: Remember! and dictated her phone number to me. I suddenly woke up and wrote down these numbers, hoping to find out the unknown.

After this revelation, I could not figure out how to have sex with earthly women. The earth seems to have gone, gone for good. And everything that was in me on this sinful earth in terms of hundreds at that moment was nowhere near the same feelings that I had sensed before Her on my astral trips. Everything that flows between people is such a “lower” level, you really don’t recognize it. And it’s good because, having tried astral sex and astral sex, you no longer want earthly things. It’s true that, having lived with Her, everything on earth was like “nothing.”

Our friends with Her suffered a lot of fates. Obviously, I didn’t have and couldn’t have had hundreds of hundreds from earthly women at this hour: I’ll be tired of this world from another planet, I’ll give up on it. And if you turn around on the road, not finding anything good, you will inevitably fall into the astral plane again, leaving your body unable to lie down or sit in a hand-held position. I live a parallel life. I was overwhelmed by everything.

And Marina Mikhailivna’s axle was turbulent, which often came out of the body. Then she called me, and even though I didn’t come, she continued to call, alarming me and turning “inside herself.” I answered the call, and she said: “Do I call for myself? How many times have I told you that it’s not safe? Do you understand what you are risking, especially since you did not dare to lose the anchor? Marina Mikhailovna called it an anchor, which will turn you behind the astral like a primus: for example, an alarm clock, which you set for yourself in advance, or the bell of a friend, whom you asked to ring at the hour of the hour and be sure to check your line.

I have studied Her not only in my dreams during my astral walks with the Universe. She began to come to me and in moments of severe physical pain: I began to see her as an inhuman, astral woman of reality, so I don’t resemble a human woman. With the help of telepathy, she shared with me important information for her and for me (this is intimate and secret, no details here). And in one of these painful attacks, when I had a painfully aching tooth (I think it was a burnt nerve - it’s like hell, turn it up), she told me that we can get into our world, only because I don’t fight for my I'm sick, but I'll let you in in yourself. The bakery was gone, and I immediately went to Marina Mikhailovna for food, whatever that meant. Having said that, I have long ago lost my understanding: the astral connection imposes a resemblance to the song. The influx of an astral partner expands far beyond the boundaries of your particularity. Two close wives clearly explained to me: I have to endure this time without constant drugs and manipulation, I have to live through it, otherwise it would be hard to deal with her, not with me. Marina Mikhailovna said that if she “puts her hand” to my healing, because she knows more and because I won’t live through my “penalty”, she can be lost to her world and not to ours. And I endured this pain, I wept, but I was patient and understood what the Servant was, knowing in her own strength. I let in my pain and understanding that my pain is the price of a woman in the pain of a loved one. Everything can be patched up for what it’s worth. That is the goal. Yakshto is sense.

We began to study with Her less and less, and then, when I got lost in practice, there was no place for some astral benefits, we were left alone in life. But I have not forgotten her and I know that here (or perhaps “koli”) on the planet with a digital code, known only to me in this world, there is a woman alive, into whom all the beauty and harmony, known to us, the inhabitants of this world, was poured that what we call Earth.

Marina Mikhailovna herself was a proven astral mandritch, but she exploited her gift not for excitement, but rather for the sake of defeating various dashing people who could get along with the nearby amateurs of the “sinkhole”. Apparently she had a chance to travel into the astral journey through a Filipino healer.

The story was a little lost. It all started when the father of one of my close friends fell ill with a terrible illness. And having learned about this, it was already practically impossible to help: the fourth stage of oncological illness - don’t fry it. The rest of my family spent hope on

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Sorry dad, if a friend was subjected to criminal charges and was arrested. That wild hour was the primary right, sitting on the outskirts. So, without a second thought, everyone rushed to help the dying man from a terrible illness - whoever could. It should be said that the people were still gurtated in the Radian way. And we discovered that a wildly famous Philippine healer had flown to Moscow and carried out operations with bare hands, without makeup, instruments or anesthesia. These Philippine healers were superstars of the trend towards esotericism that had just emerged at that time in our country. These healers stuck their hands up to the elbow into a living person, “bleeded” no worse than in Hollywood action films, stood in fear and shock, like scraps of either meat or organs. Everything was alive, without heavy anesthesia, and the manipulations looked, seemingly shockingly. All the people were terribly cackling, wanting to treat the rich to such great psychological trauma and shock. This was something new to us and Marina Mikhailovna. Then we decided that we urgently needed to educate these people and get to know their craft.

How can we get rid of them? The village seemed unreal. Before we created the world, having launched some kind of universal mechanism with incredible possibilities and connections, everything began to spin, and the very next day I rushed to Moscow with the requested vouchers on a stamp paper, sealed in morocco, to accommodate the guests at a luxurious place 'yatizirkovy "Europe". . I am the leader of these healers – Maistra Bokara and yogo pomichnik. Handing them these coat of arms papers from the Morocco. I called out loudly. And then turning to Peter. And, to be sure, Maister Bokar had already arrived.

We organized a visit to the well-known Budinka of the disciples, Maister Bokar and his assistant (who, among others, could bend metal spoons with a glance - I said with bald eyes) impressed all those present with their mastery, such as Much blood has flowed through my veins, and Mar as if she was keeping an eye on them in her own way. The healer’s manipulations were taken to the extreme: we set up a great table for the patients to lie on, and Meister Bokar and the assistant stood on the table. On the first day, he asked us and Marina Mikhailovna to come to the table. We stood in order and said everything we could. As if he had wrapped his hands in his body, as if he had scrutinized them in such mysterious ways, as if he had pulled out the “illness”, in his words, the fabric and simply thrown it away. For me, as a person who knows little about academic medicine, this seemed completely inconceivable. In my youth, I went to medical school and became a sports doctor, having spent my time in athletics and haircuts and poles. But due to excessive efforts, injuries and, as a result, problems with meniscus, the sport was deprived. It’s true that I never managed to get a diploma: I was finished with organic and inorganic chemistry, as well as physics. But I had no problems with anatomy - I still remember all the names of organs and meats in Latin. There is nothing like these tricks, as described by Meister Bokar, I do not want to know about the variety of corpses in anatomy.

For three such “non-surgical operations”, Master Bokar succeeded in almost defeating my friend’s father from what seemed to be a hopeless oncology problem. As far as I know, before leaving, rich people were killed. When Meister Bokar left, he didn’t look at all pleased, and it seemed like he was in a hurry. I haven’t given any meaning to this right now. And then Marina Mikhailovna told me that during the hour of the Philippine healer’s stay in St. Petersburg, she suddenly left the body on the astral plane at night and drew Maistra Bokara there, she read him simply in her sleep. and for all manipulations with living matter. In her opinion, such crooked “tricks” are unacceptable in our powerful world. In simple words, you can say that she “scared” him for the new program. Why should we lose our place in such a mysterious mood?

And then Marina Mikhailovna died. She just disappeared. I couldn’t get through to her; she didn’t make contact. And I realized that she came to me for me. She “blocked” me, and it seemed to me that she took me away from herself. For him, this meant only one thing: I was cheated. There was a real tragedy. I'm so worried! How suffering! At this point, I can only thank Marina Mikhailovna, for the fact that she did not allow me to “boil” before her, and gave me the impulse to become an independent individual and to publish her powerful Way. It’s just that I couldn’t understand anyone. And I suffered terribly. I respect that I myself, having begun to form, become the same me, Swami Dasha, whom you know today. I want to know this and find out much more later. There is a long road ahead. And what I earned with myself on this path was extremely profitable enterprise. It was less often and even seriously anticipated that there are two options for the result: either you will be saved from God, or you will perish on this path. But I once realized that this is the third reward, although it’s small, but it’s to go through this Path and live.

Kundalin syndrome

I preach the lack of mental laws of the hour and again be transported into the past. Discover yourself: dashing nineties, insecurity and svaville on the skin. Everyone is in a slight state of tension, strutting and barking at the same time. The first women of the fresh wind of freedom are already extolling the new knowledge, but their minds are not yet entirely ready for them. Raspberry jackets, gold lances and all the other “gold” have never been lost to anyone. Yake there! It was customary to wear a blazer-lance uniform, a Gelendvageni, and a frowning, hat-like guard for the sake of respectability. It’s clear how people are stuck, I don’t stand up to fashion. And again, as a human being stuck in, I couldn’t help but react to the stupefaction, cut out by hand, with felt-tip pens, glued tightly to the wall of the Budinka of Culture “Mayak”, which at that time was a store of esoteric themes. The stupefaction said it was incredibly, but terribly intriguing. "Kundalina Meditation". In exchange for words, unforgettable hostility prevailed. “Kundalini? What are you saying? Nezhe? What a wonder, wonder, wonder? Anu, I’ll go check what it’s all about...”

With the guards, their lances clanking effectively, they walked neatly to the hall where the meditation was taking place, in front of the revelation. With just our looks, it seems that we have seriously tensed up a group of silent “adepts” of the richly informative and so-called Kundalina. The picture was simply a miracle - like a movie, only a hundred times more beautiful. The stinks marveled at us, and we marveled at them. The congratulations were mutual.

Upon my observation, it turned out that there was no smell of any meditation here, but the very beginning of the dedication of this exhibition to Zen painting. “There’s not enough painting in St. Petersburg... The boys obviously don’t like it...” - he thought, looking around.

All of a sudden, people were already scurrying here and there around us, calling themselves sannyasins, followers of Bhagavan Shri Rajneesh, known widely as Osho. I feel a lot about Osho

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all sorts of different things, to become significant, and also rich in something super-rich. I was completely overwhelmed by everything. True, as far as I realized after just one hour, most of these people considered themselves sannyasins, simply by reading books, without self-esteem, without dedication, without direct transmission of knowledge, without contact with the Teacher. Those that are called “on the dark side”.

There was no such thing as a thirsty meditation at this cultural end, because it is impossible to say that what was “moving from the stands” was not at all similar to yesterday. Ale, as people are persistent and easy-going, I couldn’t just hear the word “Kundalini” and, not knowing anything similar, walk all the way. If I have already decided, then I will bring it to the end for the sake of my honor. I started joking and found out what I needed.

We didn’t understand anything about Kundalina, but marveled at the guise of the Russian Sanyasi of these hours. It was on this Sabant that I first felt the name of the Virgin. Everyone was talking about her. It turned out that the Virgo led meditation in St. Petersburg with singing mantras and other “good things.” I'm a huge fan of dating. Let this ominous frankness not happen, but I would like to understand which way the wind blows in me. True, as the hour had shown, it was not so easy to reach the wide open doors, and there was no way to reach them.

Having finished making sure I had gotten everything I could, so as not to get upset with Shlyakha, I bought a farewell mountain of Indian spices (an extremely rare commodity in this country), a book with recipes for Ayurvedic cuisine, and tips on how to learn how to cook Vat overseas herbs, depriving this wonderful visit .

The Virgin, as everyone said, carried out meditation and practice without wasting. Most often they were called apartment dwellers. And quite often, through the marriage of other necessary areas, she ruled over the apartment dwellers in her room in the communal apartment. Twenty people were crowded there, and the stench of the stench was such a madhouse that the neighbors of the Maidens hated her fiercely, gloomily as if they were hanging. They can be bugged. One of the New Rocks, he and his friends chatted in orgasmic practices (just think about it!). God has had mercy on me, as if I had been given the opportunity, having felt my tenderness, to miss this fun.

I remember, in one of the first meditations that I experienced, I practiced my first circles. Then everything happened not in front of the apartment, but in the hall with a boardwalk. The gaps between the thighs were decent, and I circled, to see myself, in jeans, in a wildly fashionable Marlboro Classic shirt and, even more inappropriately, in “Cossacks”. "The cowboy got caught by the vir." The technique was called No Dimension (“Vimer Pose”) and was based on the Sufi circled dervishes. Regardless of the unbreakable clothes and the gaps in the underside, which they already respected, I still understand that the circle is not about me.

Over the years, I joined the crowd, got to know and interacted with a lot of practitioners and began to accept them as my family, giving the most helpful help, and this help could go far beyond the boundaries of our responsibilities. I especially remember the stupid incident that took place with one character. Yogo's name was Lenechka. Same way, the variegated and variegated one has the keys. Whether as a fireman, or as a doorman, and then, in the course of the era, it was terribly fashionable in the artistic middle and in intelligentsia stakes. These professions tended to label people as “brilliant directors”, “poor artists” and “unknown geniuses”. It’s clear that our hero’s wifely respect was never lost. Friendship will never be the same again. The 1st axis is pressed against the MMM. Financial pyramid, separation of the people from the rest of the world, leapfrog for suckers. It seemed like everyone would understand. Ale is not a fireman. Lenechtsa was inspired by the idea of Mitya's wealth, like the first team, and the two in front. They sold their apartments and raised all the pennies on MMM shares, settled with the whole camp in Lenechka’s apartment and began making money. Let's face it, the money was not caught up, the shares went down, the MMM offices were closed, and Mavrodi's madness, who organized everything, was "closed" - to be honest, even more so. And the poor people spent more than a penny. The stinks were spent and the remaining air above their heads: the apartment in which Olenka, his squad and two large people lived burned down. They had no life, they were not deprived of their daily speeches, but the current situation was very difficult for the not at all cheap and now hopeless people. I was terribly worried about the nearby victims and helped them in any way I could.

In addition to meditation, Virgo led seminars - the same “tiredness” that had happened for many days before the day. It seems that I was lost in the title of the seminar that the Virgin held in Moscow. And it happened like this: a couple of friends built their own large apartment with a fashionable European-quality renovation and went somewhere for the day or to the dacha, I can’t remember for sure. And in this apartment, in different rooms, we settled with the Virgin and a number of different wives, with whom, in normal life, we could not have interfered. Well that's great. A seminar is just a seminar.

And when I arrived in Moscow with my own saucepans, carrot graters, juicer and spices. At that time, I had already miraculously mastered the Ayurvedic diet and prepared most of the herbs from that same book of recipes, as I added to the so-called Kundalin-meditation at the Mayak recreation center. Today I prepared for everyone to participate in the process, perhaps melting the women’s hearts. It seemed to me that in this way I was helping the Virgin, and even at a seminar of wives’ practices. Just don’t blame me for forgetting there. I can only say that I was so hungry for knowledge that I would like to go to a seminar for kangaroos in order to learn something spiritually enchanting.

I’m not at all against the great buying of wives, I’m already in favor, even though I was young, harsh in judgment, impatient. So often at this seminar on women’s tricks I had to resolutely extinguish my seemingly insipid thoughts that had been brewing all hour long. I can say that this was a great practice.

The outline of the Devi seminar was quite simple: the French all at once worked through Osho’s “Mandala” meditation – for the first fifteen weeks you sit on the spot, raising your columns high, then for fifteen minutes you sit, wrapping starting with a sheepskin coat, then laying it down and wrapping it with your eyes, having wound the energy that rose from below, into your third eye, and then you simply lie with your closed eyes, undisturbed, in complete silence. A kind of catharsis occurs. This is called the term “shock release”. There is a lot of negative energy floating around.

After we got busy, we had dinner, and then, without exaggeration, we sharpened our lapels, then “ha-ha,” then “he-he,” and as a result, the moment of “twisting through oneself” inevitably arrived, like massages. About them! If you thought that a group of professional massage therapists had come before us, you misunderstood. Everything was so much better. The participants of the seminar tried to massage each other. And they are far from top models, as you know what I mean. And yet I have not yet completed twenty years of practice in working with the body. At the same time, for me, whatever the body is, it’s just a body that requires help, and then my aesthetically pleasing mind is literally screaming that it’s overwhelmed by these bodies, these sagging, supra-moral bulges and pussies, which haunt the look. Hello I

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I shut my mind, and by the end of the seminar I began to perceive these bodies not through the prism of my ideas about beauty, but simply as living forms of the physical souls of these women. Then I first lowered this barrier, and it was very important for my future work, which I had no idea about yet.

Virgo, as I now understand much later, having learned from her origins, was a total follower of Zahiri, as she called her Master, her dear friend, and everything that may be in her life. . Zahira, as I feel in the face of her numerous mischief-makers, has little glory as an absolutely divine neo-Sufi goddess. They said that like no one else, she was able to go beyond all the rules and make the mass of people understand the masses of people from these teachings imposed on us. The virgin was a fan of, in her words, an enlightened Sufi woman, one of the closest disciples of Bhagavan Shri Rajneesh, who at that time had already left our world, having lost his body, or having lost his spiritual decline on a global scale, appreciation of the practices that Millions of people procrastinate today.

As far as it became known to me, Zahira was not in love with the women, the squad of some incredible millionaire, and they lived in what seemed to be an inaccessible part of New Zealand. At the same time, Zakhira has become more expensive all over the world, and the knowledge of that mastery, which is so small, has become more and more widely known.

For the post-Soviet people, not knowing very well how difficult it was to get out of the country and want to go to Slinchev Bryag from friendly Bulgaria, the life of the overseas Zakhir seemed simply fabulous. I also thought: “It would miraculously go up in price and direct people to Shlyakh! It would be cool to get to know her!”, not suspecting that I was creating the world again and releasing it into the Expanse. Looking back, I can only say that I was asked to submit to the heavenly office and my marriage was virtually verbatim. The idea is material, and I also ask all my readers to take this seriously. If we don’t dare to commit ourselves, we’re not here for it.

It seems that Zahira, who was circling the world, appeared not far from us - in Finland. On this “enchanted island” she led a seminar this summer. I and a bunch of people from St. Petersburg Sanyas quickly got together, boarded the “St. Petersburg - Helsinki” bus and got off the ground in such an incredible way that they couldn’t find words. They were hunting for money, especially not for money - they were stealing currency, from one place to another. Then there was some kind of exchange, and I remember that during this period everyone got money when they went beyond the border.

We reached the lakes from Helsinki by taxi. So I first upgraded the navigation system in the car. I'm fighting enemies! What about navigation? From the taxi window, I’ve been picking up people on bicycles, just like people chatting on mobile phones. At that time, bandits had less mobile phones. And here - in the skin! You could have gotten even more happy for the money.

At the edge of the lake, we got out of the taxi and began loudly shouting (as it was necessary) at the command “Hehey!” After about an hour, the tide ebbed, and Mitsna’s aunt suddenly gave in to Tosha. We sat down in our hearts and floated onto the island of Imesby. Many fates have passed since that hour, but I remember everything. This was so important for me - it was decided.

On the island of Isby, surrounded by wild nature, there is a growing meditation retreat center, which consists of ten to fifteen Finnish cabins, the main one from the great and distant pier. There was a community in the kshtalt: they lived and meditated here. Here Zahira, who seemed so unapproachably great, is holding her seminar for this year. Only for those in the know, especially for our own. Even darker practices. It sounds loud, doesn't it? Ale then we all knew - the VONO axis. What is “there”, what is “there”, the stars and where is “there”, was not so important for us, I think. I just wanted to talk about something more, not everything that happened in your life before this. Expand the scope of moisture activity. And expand them so that they are saved, so that they turn around, so that, well, I don’t know, they learn to fly at the very least. We were young and naive, otherwise you can’t call us. Everything is so and may be. Everything went as planned.

The first person I met on the island was Rajan. In unnatural shats, in some inhuman trousers, with long hair. Vіn engrav on the didgeridoo. I just thought: “There’s no point in the characters they have here!” And this Rajan, I later got to know him better, in reality he was just Rajan. Just a man, just in painted pants and with a small amount of an unusual musical instrument, even more common among the Australian aborigines. As a part of the internet. As a person of an advertising campaign. Like an art object. Otherwise, I will be blinded and perceive all these Potomkin villages as sacred. No, I’m not condemning this whole entourage at once without a special surface, not a special one on the right side of the skin, I just want to say that at the beginning stages of practice such speeches, like a hairy man with a pipe of Jericho in his mouth, are already dying.

And now I stand, hear and marvel at how Rajan plays, breathe in the terrible power, and at this moment, as if at the end of a vow, Zahira emerges in all her beauty. All dressed in white and sitting. Not singing that it was not really the fruit of my life, but by denouncing Zakhir, speaking for itself - it was even better for her. He was so kind that I immediately felt good. What's there! It’s hard to guess such ecstasy at this moment. Ale my God, why this ecstasy of inspiration! Only my heart was quiet, as it took away a fatty portion of the skinny, but wildly tasty, hedgehog, so that it could grow even more.

The seminar is like this, and even in the style of Zahiri, passing by itself. Spontaneity is a conic. Although it seems like a lot of things are being done and distributed, for Zachary it was the “natural course of speech”, and it would be less than unimportant to destroy it. The participants simply wandered around the island, and as soon as any evil was about to befall Zahira, they all immediately sat down and began to sleep and meditate. Ale has little spontaneous character. Without starting anything, without giving instructions to anyone. They chatted - so, about everything, both about spirituality and about food, in a rude manner. Zahira, it would seem, would not have been sweating, there was no task to occupy her, and there were no tasks assigned to her at all. It was wonderful, but I heard the words in the skin and absorbed the catches in the skin of the hands. So, I gritted my teeth. So, I struggled with paranoia that I had been fooled. So, at one moment such anger and frustration came out of me that it seemed that I hated the whole world and all the people who had not driven me into power. I have my first breakthrough at this moment - so the titles of “brood” are poured out, from which the transformation begins - from the cleansing of the record. Alas, I don’t realize that it’s happening. So he became very angry without any notice. I terpiv. I mumbled, but blindly believed. In front of me was my former idol, who was incredible, absolutely flew away, a completely divine overseas maiden, who came to contact with me, “the naive Chukotka boy.” And our evening mass circle dance at the great hall

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Far from Sufi music, which I had never felt before, those years of inactivity were too much when all the participants in the seminar were on their own. When I circled around, it turned out to be good in me, because I trained a lot and diligently (the signs were given in the sports past), and on one of these evenings Zahira marked me. Finally, at the seminar, she gave me her boyfriend’s Sufi costume especially for the circle dance. I don’t care much about happiness, regardless of those who are not quite suitable for me in size. For men tse buv povniy “vezha”, vyznannya Maistrom uchna. After this episode, I began to get involved in this energy-dynamic practice.

Congratulating Zahiri's seminar, I can say that out of about twenty-five participants, it was the impatient Swede who expressed her concern about “nothing that happens.” Vona began to get overwhelmed: “How much is all this trivatime? We are not afraid of anything! We're just hanging on and on and on and on! When will things start to unravel? We paid pennies! And I stood up and said to her curtly: “I also have complaints, but not everything is appropriate. Ale I sit and eat.” The Swede calmed down, and Zahira then yipped at me. Vona vzagali was in love with the fact that you can just get along without her and don’t require anything special. Sit down and transform yourself, get healthy. And I don’t dare to let in any seditious thoughts, but that’s not true. Truly believing in the miracle, I am ready to sing for her dreams to the ends of the earth. Ale meni was dedicated. And how amazed I was at what had happened.

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