Veronika Kazantseva ( vera_maier@mail.ru )
Expedition in "Place of Power"
Zone 2. June, 2005
I had got
a contact with the power place of the second zone much earlier than I came
there. It was unusual for me to feel a lively conversation and to understand
that it was from…
But it passed a month already, and we all
couldn't get out the city. Something had prevented us. I was seeking reasons
why we could get to that vivid place so long.
Why not?
It
seemed me that we weren't ready for it. The power place doesn't allow the
untrained to come to it.
At last,
we have been driving out – Alexander, Pavel, Raya and I. The car is driving at full speed along the
quite fairly good motorway, but this luxury doesn't continue long. We have
being driven out to the steep road in an hour. This road is full of pits and
bumps, pot-hole, tussocks and all sorts of stuff. Our old car is roaring with
fortitude, jumping up on the next hillock. Pavel is
taxing out masterly and was traveling over the sudden appeared pits and bumps
and deep pot-holes.
In spite
of all the horror of the steep roads our mood is elated.
We have
a feeling that we are being waited for
But when
Pavel sings " « behind fogs there…», the
consciousness has literally taken wing in the foretaste of something
interesting.
We often
stop to take the air and admire the steep beauty.
Alexandr tries not to overlook any lively splash in
our surrounding steep silence. The video camera in his hands is clicking gaily,
turning his attention from one landscape into another.
The playful wind
sometimes becomes silent, sometimes flutters our hair violently, as if it wants
to warn us that it isn't a wag.
But now
the bright sun beams are parting downy clouds again, making gusts warm and
soft.
The air
is ringing its natural clearness and the steep population with curiosity to spy
on us.
The
cranes are flapping socially, making steep turns over the steep. The busting
gophers run constantly over the road, showing us carefully the direction. Then
they dive into the thick grass to show their curious muzzle after a time.
High up
in the skies the proud eagles are whirling, accompanying our movement solemnly.
The steep expanse beckons by its natural beauty and immensity, opening our look
gradually small secrets of the steep inhabitants.
So we have
got to the place insensibly. Alexander feels that hereabout is our
"place". And then we see the columns of quartz.
The
place almost doesn't differ from the surrounding steep, unless the grass is
somewhat thicker and richer. Although the small islands of the rich verdure are
seen everywhere, Pavel explains: underground water
isn't far.
But
still our "place" is special. Density is felt.
And
right away Alexander's words are remembered: "First of all, "Place of
Power" is the places with large density of the "geofield"
and the place where exists the large concentration of DSS-elements."
The
pleasant warmth is spreading somewhere in the depth of the soul. We want simple
to lengthen on the grass and to feel pleasure. I have done it.
Pressing oneself to the earth, I'm trying to
absorb its warmth and to be imbued with its being.
A
wonderful ease!
A smooth
flow of thought and questions, questions…
Where
are they from…?
Why do
the heroes lie on the earth in all the ancient myths to enrich their force?
And in fact not anywhere, so they found place far from
the settlement. Was there « a place of power »?
And saints?
They left deep into the Nature to purify from people's emanation and to muster
their strength. And probably, they knew such places where the geofield of the earth was, how we are speaking about, are
the richest and concentrated with the delicate elements.
The
thought is flowing and I simply hear and I am inspired with its quality:
If you
feel weighting you go in the nature. Give the Mother Nature this burden,
tightened from the city sphere. The mind of people is not still perfect, so it
the filling energies ought to throw down – to ground.
The body
belongs to the earth and its force feeds it. Give everything back what it has
to dip into the soul's world and to hover in the expanse of the universe. As
its worlds are dynamical as the brain and thought can't be in the hovering.
Later it
will be an explanation that I have been in one of the powerful points of
"Place of Power ».
But now
I'm enjoyed every cell of my body, absorbing the running streams. My soul is
resting...
Raya has found her "place" and has followed my
example.
In this time Pavel has
made inconceivable figures. It seems that the eagle soul has roused him and
imitating this bird he tries to fly up.
San Sanych performs well his camera mission, trying to record
not only the surrounding steep but it seems our secret feelings. And it looks
as if he could have something done it.
Having
flown in the marvelous streams, all of us start working.
We need
put our balls, sticks, stones on the active and intensive points and disappear
quickly. Otherwise, we could go mad.
Alexander
pulls the special cases out of the rucksack, where the things of "the
Place of Power" are. Then Pavel and he has felt
deeply looking for more concentrated patches and puts the things industriously
with the letter "L" in one zone and with the letter "R in the
other one, just aside.
I have looked
after all the "magic" with curiosity. How it is simple to put the
things on the earth and they will have been saturated with DSS- elements in 3
hours.
It is
not marvelous for me that 'the magicians' themselves are like generators of
energy.
I have
remembered how many times we had been oversaturated with the delicate energies
and how it was painful.
But some
stubbornness, I don't know where it appears, incites us again to new
experiments and again, not proportioned our possibilities; get in the neck, as
I can describe.
But such
places in the city are full .Yes, near my home; many places are in the center …
Why
don't people pay attention for them or are they not as active as in the steep?
Right now,
the memory suggests helpfully, how many "tragic cases" happen in the
roads, in the parks and anywhere and why?
Is it
possible that the people themselves realize their vile ideas in such active
zones?
It seems
to be a truth as it is said "magical philter" is the concentrated
DSS-elements. What you think of, and
then you'll get it.
At last
moment the men have brought the quartz stones and have built a lighthouse.
Now we
are sure not to get lose.
Further
we have to ride to the local spring, which is situated at a distance of
On the
hilly horizon it is a visible beacon. Somewhere it was a spring.
In the
way to the spring, Raya has noticed another place of
power. Much white quartz is scattered on the quite large lot of the earth.
Small and not very large entire boulders have covered with a snowy carpet on
the surface of the earth.
It is possible to feel that the geofield tension is of other quality here.
As then
Alexander says: "Each place has its own concentration and naturally its
own quality".
We
resound conformable to us.
The stones play the pearl luster in the sun
beams and we are staying in the middle of the beauty as spellbounds.
But it has
not been long. Alexander and Raya are keen on the
searches of active zone and Pavel is trying to find
the whole quartz crystals.
In
short, the "the feeling" of a new lot of power has begun. But, at
last, we go further, satisfied our curiosity in full measure
Oh, so
these explorers can't go by even the beacon.
All the time they probe something with their
curious nose and overlook their daring look. They want to know everything.
But the
steep is really full of secrets and mysteries. Of course, it is possible to go
by and not to notice, but it is possible to get much interesting information.
Even the
steep honey flower may share with its unusual aroma if we touch it carefully
and gently.
But here
is a spring!
The thin
brook streams quietly amongst the deep grass. The water is pure and cool.
May I
bathe…?
Yeah,
the water is fine. It washes my hands, calms my look, runs further and gives its
water to everybody.
It is
interesting that the thought is working funnily brilliantly here by the spring
in the distance of
Probably,
it is also a place of power. In the result of it I have resonance in that way.
My
consciousness has become soaked; it absorbs the running information in itself
as sponge indeed.
Loud
cries are interrupting my thoughts. Alexander has discovered the eagle nest. We
come gingerly as close as possible
Two
downy nubbins are looking fondly at the uninvited newcomers.
And the
eagle is whirling uneasily in the height, looking after its young. There is a
"dinner" in the form of gopher on the dry branches.
I have
never thought that the simple touch with the nature, with its lively force, can
help to see something new in the usual things, to look from the other
standpoint, in the another foreshortened.
The life
continues in everything. The same gopher will continue in the baby birds of the
eagle and will fly over the steep expense. If there are limits in the physical
world they will not be in the delicate world. Everything is penetrated and
pervious.
It only remains
to understand where you are and what you are. Such little one opens the
infinity. Everything continues in everything. We continue in each other and in
everything we touch with.
Only our
limited senses are possible to invent the conventionalities. Indeed, all surrounding
world from the most primitive to the highest manifestation lives quietly without
the condionalities.
The
terrestrial world has only conditionalities. Why do
we condition the senses of people? For growing up a flock of slaves?
Whom does it need?
Here are
two cranes which are pacing evenly in the thick grass.
And
their young one is mincing after them. It is yellow and downy, it remembers a kolobok.
Having
seen the approximate people, the baby is standing motionless among the
yellowish vegetation, but its parents industriously
manipulating try to distract our attention.
May the
consciousness of people do so?
The
little one hides before the unknown and more experienced search the variants
and possibilities.
Which methods
and manners does the little consciousness find to hide from the flow of new
information?
This
place in the steep is wonderful. It opens the unusual in the usual things. Even
we don't want to think of the city and especially return.
In the
radiance of the evening sunset the bird whistling and modulation are being heard.
But we
get know from Pavel that it is not a bird, it is a
mouse, which gives signals to its brothers.
But they
are like the warnings about the near coming of dark. It has become dark fast in
the steep.
We don't
have time to glance back how the gloom hides the weak road rut.
And
thought is flowing.
It is
comfortable when it is light in the soul then the soul is glad. When she is
covered with the troubles it is sorely. So it is said – give me back the
troubles and go with ease. Don't cover with the cares and small problems. See
further and widely, and then the little one dissolves in the great. There is
nothing that the soul can achieve, there is nothing what can enslave the soul
and don't wish it, people! Thus it should grow up the sense, discovering all
the doors for yourselves and don't cover with the cares filling.
What is
growing up a sense?
If you
feel great and forceful it means that your sense is great and forceful. The
beggar is always the beggar. The rich grows more rich…
You have
been cleaned in the "Place of Power". Now it is easy to breathe and to
hear easily.
Alexander
is collecting the charged sticks and balls in the special cases and we are coming
back.
How many people can touch this lively place
through the charged balls and sticks, having felt the lively source and having understood
themselves better now!
See you
later, Place of Life.
The
reportage was prepared by Veronica Kazantseva
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