music: Popcorn by: (Reg aspera ad astra (lat.) - "Through thorns - to the stars." Here, reBs as a symbol of the search for Truth. Hello, dear readers! We continue to travel around Russian- mu North together with Dmitry Loginov. On this time we will learn about the essence of famous stone labyrinths of the North, I have long tormented of uninitiated minds. DMITRY LOGINOV
TRUE "The great book fell from heaven... Who read it is unknown; Who wrote it is a mystery." Yuri Kuznetsov. "Pigeon Book" Then we traveled along the Coast White Sea, in those places where you can rarely but there were people to see. But it happened to see see this with your own eyes,what if from If you hear anyone, you won’t believe them. The most striking was the case of Kamen- Noah Book. There were legends about her. Few Even the locals had a chance to see her. Moreover, these rare eyewitnesses could not (not wanted?) show the way to her - Why look for her? - they said. Indel-do- Lina is always covered in fog And it’s a haze It doesn’t stand like lakes - everything flows. No one can- can describe reliably what a fire looks like rum swampy space. None there are no roads. You'll get lost in the fog and perish in the swamps. - And the Book? Why did they call her that? li! The Lesha structure is made up of nothing but stones. To whom. why and when was it necessary to display them on A cunning squiggle on the seashore? - A sign, do you think? But you can’t see her give either from the shore or from the water. Is it only if you accidentally come close to her - They say the truth, it’s true: they lived in our places before the Flood, the giant heroes. Silush- there was nowhere to put it - and here they are boulders tossed... We walked with the Teacher to the sea, focusing in a weak wind. Slurping under the boots lo. The matte haze around made it possible to see good if five steps (Arkonov doBi- I was no help in distinguishing local varieties of Belous grass - it grows with his dancing he shows which bumps on You can tread in a swamp, but what, on the contrary, you have to go around far away, "so as not to reach - to Bolotnik."But I lost my soul a long time ago image from fatigue. The midge tormented me.. The only thing I still had enough for was is to follow the Teacher strictly, as he said, one after the other...) Often I had to sit down after finding reliable bump, and wait for it to thicken The heavy fog will clear at least a little. Hot I ran out of coffee in my thermos a long time ago, despite the fact that Tikhon, rejecting the insistence great invitations, didn’t drink a sip of it. (Here, in the swamps of the Indel Valley, I am half- at least managed to feel how warm exercise and restores strength "Cha- sha", whose power was previously not fully I didn’t believe it.) The fog seemed to stop at some boundaries A few steps, and around - like this definitely herbs, but white intoxicating the haze swirls slowly behind. Solar rays flood the breathtaking space through the low, fast running About Cloud. - To the right, - no one knows why Lil Tikhon. - We will walk along the Shore, not Approaching especially to him in order to be higher up, and look through binoculars. Than We'll find out sooner that there's a deep book ahead. ha, so much the better. - Deep? - I asked - Yes, they called her like that... Once upon a time... Looking through the records of legends about her, they gave and incorrect correct vowel for this name: GoluBinaya Book. This is what stuck because: Dove is Spirit. This means that the Dove Book is a book of spirits - Naya. Sothat's exactly what it is. In epics about she was told A great book fell from the sky. GoluBi- Naya... And the king walks through its pages - signs reads. Everything is exactly right!.. This is where, by the way, it comes from gives the expression the royal way. The king is allegorical naming of the highest sorcerer dedication. This is how people in power were called above the depths. This is no coincidence, mark those three who were the first to worship to the Baby and brought Him gifts-signs, tradition and the Gospels are called sorcerers you are kings. We must have been walking along the Shore for about half an hour, when Zeiss showed me Bess in the distance decent, (as I remembered at first) a scattering of stone blocks. Their color - White - Was sharply different - from everything around them, it’s as if they really appeared here out of nowhere, fell from the sky... And - it felt somehow even at a distance - these blocks are buried in ground. They were not lying on the ground at all, they - it was felt clearly - they have powerful roots, Similar to how teeth are rooted in the jaws. (And this caused such thoughts: a layer of soil, from under which only the tops of the Lycans, does the plain of Ta- what White stones, smaller in height? And what did she imagine in long ago times the bottom of the sea? Lifeless space dead, only blown by alternating Breezes of the plateau?) - Lie down, - unexpectedlysaid sharply and quietly Arkonov Hall. I obeyed instantly The Teacher's mands sometimes saved lives - experience I had. We crawled to the top of the hill, low and flat, where we started then rise. Having placed Zeiss between the sulfur mi angular stones, I continued to talk take a look at the amazing structure. Now I noticed a strict, rhythmic order placement of boulders. Stones beyond the Arctic Circle mostly angular, unrolled, what distinguishes these places from the Lower Shi- mouth, where they can only be found around lo rocky outcrops. It's quite natural but, if you consider that in the last glacial During the first century, the glacier spread from here. Spiral "labyrinths" are constructed, for example, rotiv, from rolled boulders. That alone speaks of the enormous age of post-data swarms. Perhaps their construction belongs time when the poles of the Planet occupied another place. The image shook. In this wild, as if taken by itself considered to be a desert area, We were not alone. A person... no, two. Embraced, not- stood movably near the outer border of the Book gi. And so they released their embrace and parted ways. The woman moved away in the opposite direction from her pointing to the side without looking back. Her clothes and APPEARANCE They were typical for these places. (Braids, dark, to the middle of the back, intercepted painted rope.They are all the time swayed and bounced as they walked.) The fragile figure was swallowed up by the fog between the distant hills. Man (blonde short hair, gray rain jacket, jeans washed to blue us), it seemed to me, began to go around the stone construction. But this was not the case. He's slow but he delved inside, into the Book - sequentially - moving carefully along the corridor, which is called the turns of the spi- Rali. He was approaching the center, describing everything decreasing circles. His movements became slow and smooth. Something... incredible appeared in them. As if I were watching someone not walking slowly Gami, and creeping in Run. But he changed his I didn’t say goodbye quickly. And if it was Running, then such, every moment of which somehow incomprehensibly... stretched. As if in the middle of the Stones time flowed differently what? (Or - let's give another comparison - pa- Ren moved as if gradually became lighter and proportionately less strong. I was less and less attracted to the earth, but and pushed off weaker when walking...) Powerful magnification made it possible to observe this is in every detail. But the spectacle the new thing was so unusual that I didn’t I believed my eyes. And a ridiculous desire arose wipe the eyepieces. Luckily I didn't give in. B In the next few seconds, the most important thing happened. The walker had a short time to reach the Central Nogo Stone. Spiral trackran into him, ended with him. I watched this approach without interruption, with with bated breath. SPECIAL - something told me - will happen right now. And now his gray rain jacket floats towards White stone... Quickly decreases by a factor of measures... and drowns in it. This is how an object disappears from the eye under water, if you drop it off a bridge. Disappeared... Before my eyes there is only a deserted earth. Spiral laid out along it. OCloud shadows slide... As if no one was alive It was in the midst of the Stones from the very Day of Creation- nia. I don’t remember how I jumped to my feet. One movement threw away the interfering backpack with a jacket who - and ran. Such was the Unaccountable breakthrough Before my eyes there was still standing floating above the ground in "slow" Running... sunk then to Stone. Everything that was told to me passed through my consciousness ever by Tikhon about wanderers in the depths to us, about the people of the Stone Book. This is Dedication, I thought... If Only I have enough determination now. And now I’m running along the Spiral. To the right and irregular Whites flashed on the left hand domes visible slightly from above. (It’s like I’m hovering over temples...) Interesting - it flashed for a split second - from outside the Book I look now how?.. slow? The majestic axial menhir was approaching Xia. A little more - and the Door should have opened - yell at me. At the last moment, involuntarily throw awayhands moved forward. Alas! Hard lumpy surface, cutting- Yassing, she tore off her palms. I firmly "attached- Xia" forehead and cheek. And, unable to maintain balance, this, somersaulted through the turned up ma- bark stone. The merciless Arkonov laughed. However, no matter how strange it may seem, disgusting the state of resentment towards everything and everyone evaporated from this laughter Faster than if the Teacher began to express condolences. (I remember this picture: we laugh, sitting among the stones of the Book. Shadows of clouds fly, quickly, obliquely to sea...) - "Beloved! In the name of freedom, I I say: Try it!" - Tikhon quoted, Saint Germain, I think. - But remember: for success, testing is not enough It just happens to see that someone “I could,” he continued with his thought. “When you see that someone could, you no longer pioneer, experience of accomplishing the impossible - it eludes you. Personal loses strength is not gained directly, coming from within, from the Spirit. It was said to Thomas: "You believed, for he saw - Blessed are not who saw and yet believed." “Understand,” he continued, smiling slightly later giving me the opportunity to “digest” what was said: - The Virgin gave birth to God, not the wife. Truth does not begin from outside, but arises from depths, from the Spirit. Conception based on external its essence is vicious, and sooner or later this the defect is discovered andfails. Truth - Truth itself is not provable by any external means. them facts. On the contrary, only insight into It, in depth, allows you to fully understand every external fact. And opens it up for you unexplored possibilities. It is said: "And to Him the whole thing is Bysha." This was already too much for me. I pos- was in a hurry to transfer the Conversation to the area of concrete nogo. - How can one find this inside, in the Spirit? a special state... so that I could enter Door? “Read it,” Tikhon said mysteriously. - ? -Have you forgotten that this is all -KHU- HA? He made a big gesture, hugging the Stones around. - And you need to read books... And this one - also sing. After all, her letters exist at the same time note signs. The book conveys information that Those who bark to you are aware of the depths. She informs and mood, a song with which only you can step into the depths. You couldn't do it hear at a distance: the one when he ran - he sang. And he read, as if from notes, after- moving steadily along the signs. And it became easier and easier.. - What signs are you talking about? Notes... Letters... - They are imprinted in the Stones - I didn’t notice what was on them something is written. - Not “on”: “in”. “And when you ran,” Tikhon carefully leaned towards me, - you... didn’t see? I would consider this a prank if I not the calm, quiet voice of the Teacher. I knew its already good at that time. Not Deprived someartistry, he, however, when spoke seriously, spoke words honorably almost without expression. And so I he distinguished between serious and harmless jokes, which Tikhon was very good at, sometimes trying naively to catch me in the noise sickening networks of pumping up pathos. (Or maybe This was his method of communicating the vaccination against pa- photic sectarianism?) Now he spoke seriously. He says but I asked: has it already awakened in you? this? I "rolled back the tape of memories" how he taught me. Slowly swam in front of mind's eye in the opposite direction domes-Stones... No, my consciousness did not mark- There were no signs while I was running. Od- However, I now caught the rhythm in which alternated Spiral Stones: large - not especially large ones - large again... and this There was more of a rhythm to the song than a rigidly repeated changing ornament. As best I could, I retold the unsteady things to the Teacher the impression released by the "reverse" scrolling" from unconscious memory. - You looked at something, - Ti perked up. hon. - But the main thing remains for you for now hidden. The axes, the cores of these Stones bear the signs seem to be glowing. And even a few levels of such signs. I see some of them. but not all. The ancients knew how to print leave runes in the hearts of stones. ABILITY Few have survived to read them to this day. day, artcore outlines signs are completely lost. (However... Don't go- say "not at all", never say "never" - Welsh (Old English) saying. The self-name of this cognate Rus is kind - shafts (boulders) - and meant in ancient times - in a language that does not require translation for modern Russian: people of Stone.) - I had a chance to see the Cretan sleep- ral temples,” continued Tikhon. “Their capital- are destroyed, and sometimes a view opens from above. Every column there is vertical book... Note: Crete is an island. And this one is ours The spiral and other such structures are located are buried near the seashore. Most ancient The Stone Books are now flooded and fresh draw their core signs under the doi... Do you catch the General Thing? -Ocean... - Yeah. The barrier dividing space twa sushi. The Ancients Didn't Like to Disturb the Si- lu, if this is possible, it was not possible to do so. They preferred to walk with their feet to where It was possible to get there. But on the borders of the elements or in the foothills, near inaccessible ridges stand unbreakable even by time megaliths. (They stand by signs, by the power of signs. The words formed from them are apparently solid the same stone. The ancients understood this literally. And they commanded us as if in alphabetical order meaning, truth. "Ptsy" - "Word" - "Tver- to". Letters-stones folding the wall) - But it was not only transport - no means... - Yes.Depth, Alva, is outside Time and Space. Stone structures niy Were also a trans-Temporal means. And to this day they see something around them riders, then the machines of the Future. Future Would- It was open to the past through the Stone. Ancient- those who had a clear understanding of the Savior Jesus Xpucte for many millennia BEFORE Him Christmas. Then when the people of the Stone Book retired from the world, becoming a secret order, this great Knowledge began to degenerate. The Old Testament of the Jews predicts about the Son of God is much less intelligible than More ancient Bhavishya Purana of the Hindus. And this one the latter, in turn, is inferior in accuracy the prophecies of the Zoroastrian Savior to whom the epic. Even further into the past - Familiar vaya (Blesova) Book of the Rus, primary source a version of which was written here, in these lands, once adjacent to the Arctic to the Continent.. In a word, you understand, what a huge power it was - Stones. - Yes... - And that’s why the people of the Stone Book ush- is it from the world so that it, the world, does not fall into yourself, would not get lost in your own times and spaces. They are worried talked about traveling through the Depths were perceived by the uninitiated only as myth. So that they wouldn't even look for the Door. And built some Spirals to divert eyes Without axial menhir - walls Without doors.. A wild tribescopied the later construction niya of the ancients, hoping to lure protective strength to your land. All real Spirals well hidden, and who will now believe that maybe... - I saw and can write about it. - Who will believe you? You'll only get a reputation a dreamer. Now, if they read the descriptions of like in Tibet such and such an enlightened lama entered in front of those gathered in the temple in a a small Buddha statue, going around it in a spiral, this still has some chance. Because - wow, TiBet! "There are miracles there, there the lama wanders ..." B imported enlightened ones for some reason easy to believe. And in my own country... * K O H E C * This is the second and, unfortunately, the last I have a story by D. Loginov. :( Next time we will make several unusual, but quite interesting way procession (if of course I type the text :)). It is unlikely that you have read this. Alexey the Third.
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