On The Wings of Hope : Prose

- Wonderful little girl we possess, you she will comfort, easy the stress! Thirsting for her? Where are you going?! Join the horde in the orgies and falling! - the third one shouted after.

- Money is better than all silly girls! Women are whores, beggars and trolls! All our gold you should better accept, strange voice of conscience better not kept. All in the world then you can always buy! Soul is lost - but the body survives! - guffawed the fourth one.

- Afraid of us, for we are here! We shall devour all that is near! We now don’t care, we’re gonna to die! Fear of us now and tremble, and cry! - the fifth howled with thunder peals.

- Hatred and rage … this ain’t cage! My lovely slave, I am your grave! Go down to me - bottom you’ll see. Hatred and rage - excellent blade! Go to the abyss, join the raid! - the sixth tried to caress hearing.

- Here! To us! Look! In the glass! Stand by! Flame, pool! Where are you?! Fool! - all of them started crying at once, merging themselves into some indescribable chaotic discord.

- See, how they overstrain below? They are shouting like that to everyone - including the pedestrian ones. Especially the pedestrian ones, to be exact. Really hungry they are, - my snow-white Workmate by Sky smiled and showed a hand downwards, where somewhere away on the earth under us landscapes of crevices with tongues of flame, periodically erupting from them, were flowing.

- There can be pedestrian ones? - I questioned.

- Even creeping ones happen to be. As a rule such ones are being very fast caught and … hrum-hrum … you know.

- Severely.

- Well …, - the Workmate sadly smiled. - What’s the reason in creeping? Especially in times like that one …

- By the way, how much time do we have in our possession? - I parried.

The Workmate looked somewhere upwards for a pair of seconds, then turned to me and answered.

- The time of everyone is made so that it’s always enough for his tasks, at due efforts. And concerning humankind in general - very little, - he added after a while.

- And what to do with them? - I questioned Him, showing a Chasm, spreading below.

- With these voices? Don’t pay attention. They will cry for some time and become silent. The higher you will fly up - the lesser you will hear them.

- How far shall we travel from here on? - I interrogatively looked on my Workmate.

- Can you see t-h-a-a-a-a-a-t star in the Heavens? - and Angel specified a small shining point, which has occurred on the horizon.

- Hardly noticed, - I replied. - But a direction of movement looks clear enough.

- Well, nice and perfectly, - and Angel smiled. - Then forward up to the Sky - on all wings, as they say!

- Forward! - answered I and smiled to him in return. - Together with you and the God!

05.02.2011

The Book of Freedom

Wisdom of future, present and past

Now we are releasing at the long last.

Let's celebrate now, sing and dance

Of those, awakening at once.

Piercing fast other's anger and fear,

Book will be born in required year.

Let then each one dive in himself -

Him Book will aid in finding true self.

Whether is matter where it came from ?

Let it be called as the "Book of the Freedom".

Having become free, you will see fetters of others. Trying to remove these fetters, you will create hatred. Fetters can be broken only by those realized them.

Truly free is reasonable, yet not clever.

Truly free is innocent, yet not a child.

Truly free is capable to trust, but himself.

Truly free has no dreams.

Truly free is free to aid sleeping ones awake.

Such is the truly free one.

It's possible to read the book and not understand it - but it's impossible to understand book, without having read it. Let everyone find their own understanding.

Book of the Essence

You are not mind. You are not body. You are not feeling. It’s easier to express true essence through negation.

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Only having dumped from yourself all opinions of a society of who you should be, it is possible to learn who you are. Only having learnt who you are, it is possible to see whom you can become.

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