On the Wings of Hope : Prose

- My youth? Certainly. To tell the truth, it seemed as if the whole planet has gone mad these days - the ever-increasing race of arms; the invention of even more deadly types of weapons, starting from nuclear bombs and ending with biological weapon, capable to alter a genofund of whole nations … and all that was going hand in hand with the increase of political tension along with tearing the whole planet into thousands of even smaller slices-states, with the rise of even more and more of local “saviors” and “prophets”, who saw the rescue of a planet in the domination of their slice over others; along with a pursuit of even more carefree and “problem less”, as they named it, life. But now - when this extremely dangerous stage is left behind, I have no desire to truly remember all these years, and I am really glad that the terrible future, into which this planet was going, hasn’t come.

- Indeed, everything has changed with new discoveries of a small group of true thinkers and workers.

- Not only scientists made that possible. Without creative individuals from other fields - beginning from literature and finishing with lots of spiritual movements, it wouldn’t be ever possible. The discovery of human “auras”; the research of man’s emanations, their dependence on the mood and his world-outlook, the discovery of their influence on other live organisms; the religion, which finally accepted these new openings of a handful of warriors, battling the crowds of ignoramuses - all this finally lead the humankind to the understanding of real value of goodness, of kind wishes, values of light aspirations. Gropingly, literally gropingly, in total darkness did men crawl their ways to a greater and wonderful knowledge … many still wander in a fog of negation - but their numbers are growing short with each passing day. Just like every schoolboy previously knew that mother Earth is round and is rotating round the sun in the solar system, much like that now he starts to learn that great spiritual treasures are hidden within him, capable to transform the life, and he only needs to find a way to that inner land - to find it through own heart. I am truly glad, that it has finally happened. And now, creators in the eternity - we can breathe with relief, accepting a fresh air in our lungs - and to smile. The stage has been passed and new stage is forming just ahead of us - the discovery of endless and boundless reaches of space, as well as its beauty. And “Trailblazer” in that sense is one of a symbols of a new epoch of uprising - and new step in the Eternity.

- We will be awaiting them, yet we will not stay idle. We will grow, we will prosper, we will perfect ourselves. And by the time they return to us, we’ll accept them with open arms.

- And tell them: “Welcome, oh brothers !”. Yes, we will be waiting.

03.04.2011

Virus

Very little time still remained … just a few more days - and a long-deserved rest will finally welcome him. Already soon … so soon myriads of sleepless nights will come to an end along with mugs of coffee and measured, delightful-lulling noise of the machine. Will come to its end a knock of fingers on a keyboard, blowing up silence from time to time, as well as a constant passing of program’s text through a compiler, and a joy, filling soul at the sight of a working code. All this was going to end at the long last.

And then - oh! - these long anticipated and fostered in half-delirious sleepless nights dreams will be given a chance to come true - they must become a reality. Obliged to.

After all, what is a single year? Such a few time. It’s too little for what is going to be accomplished. Only a year …

They will finally pay for it all. For all the harm they managed to bring to those people - such young ones … spiritually childish … irresponsible … taken unaware by this monstrous machine. They are going to be annihilated at last. Wiped out from a face of the earth - erased like a killing virus, a cure for which has finally been found. Has been found in some pitiful year.

Very few steps still remained. Everything has been calculated and thought over long time ago - almost a half year ago, when a possibility of penetration into the System has been found at last.

He used half a year to, like a blind puppy, having stuck into every direction, finally find a way out. A vulnerability, a hole, a bug - a thread which, once being pulled, was capable to make a System become your puppet - a doll in the hands of a Master. Yet it was possible to pull it only once - there was no chance for an error, for a second attempt - a security service disliked it so much when someone decided to play with it. This thread had to be found by him, having only the possibility to study the System by its indirect reactions to external influences, having and knowing no access to its heart - the core … it had to be found.