Back home, into the Sky!

By Tatiana Danina

Have you heard about angels? And what if one of them will come to you in a dream, and then will appear in reality.
And what this meeting prepares for you?

Can angels love? And, if so, whether they can fall in love with a human?

An unforgettable meeting opened for Nastya the way to heaven and brought her into the spiritual world of our planet.
And who is the mysterious Teacher and his 13 friends?

Read the story of relations between the earthly girl and the celestial guest on the pages of this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Feb 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311618672

Tatiana Danina

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TRANSFORMATION

BEGINNING

I am a usual earthly girl. My life has always been quite predictable. But recently I came into contact with anything, what has not just changed everything. No, this something put an end to my old life, and opened a new page.

Do I want to back to the past? And yes, and no. But more no, than yes. And, of course, I do not regret that all this began.

I don’t know how this will end. It looks like it just has no end, but if there is, it's too far, or so unknown to me that I can’t even understand its meaning. And sometimes I find myself thinking that I am not interested in the final, but in the process of moving towards it.

Although the end of this story is not yet, but there is a beginning.

And it all started with a mysterious sleep at the beginning of December of this year.

* * *

A DREAM

I stood at the bus stop near the stairs leading to my house.

It was a night city. An empty night city.

It was Murmansk, and at the same time it was not it. It seemed to add another dimensions. There were depth and height that were not perceived in the daytime by consciousness in full force.

People were, but somewhere in the houses - in this sleep they did not disturb.

The town itself was lively - full of life. Invisible life. It was felt everywhere and in everything. In sidewalks, buildings, roads and pillars. The atmosphere itself was permeated by the air energy vortexes. They swept past me and through me.

It was magic scattered everywhere.

I felt a joy and blissful peace.

Like I have returned home. But not home to my apartment, but somewhere in a place which is my true home. I looked up into the night sky. It was jet black, and ragged grayish clouds scudded across it. Distant stars sparkled in discontinuities between them.

Suddenly, somewhere high up, I saw a bright spot of light. Much brighter than the moon.

Suddenly a ray of light moved from this spot to me. It was iridescent and shimmering.

I just stood there and watched. I had no fear; on the contrary, there was a sense of something beautiful that was closer and closer to me. I gazed at this road of light. And then I clearly discerned somewhere a shape, moving, coming down.

A figure was rapidly approaching. It was a man. He was not walking, and flying. He was soaring like a bird, descending down to me. As if this ray was carrying him down, and he stood on it motionlessly. His face lit by a kind smile. Last meters and, behold, he was already on the ground next to me.

- Hello!

Sleeps erase many conventions. In life, we were not familiar with.

- Who are you?

- I came to you.

- Am I calling you?

He approached me, touched reassuringly my head - I saw, his hands glowed!

After his touch, I felt that my mind somehow was enlightened, as if the rain washes dirt from windows. I was surprised and delighted.

Then he took my arm and we walked slowly along the avenue.

- Do not jump to conclusions. This is just a sleep, though pythonic. The fact that he pythonic, you will be convinced ... with time. And all this is not as easy as you may think.

- This sleep... it's so real! I see such first time! And I do understand that this is a sleep. After all am I sleeping?

- Yes, you're sleeping. But what is a sleep? Separation of consciousness from the body. You're sleeping now - free from the constraints of the biological spacesuit. He smiled. - So I call our dense conductors.

- Who are you?

- I came because you called.

- I do not remember that I called you ...

- You prayed, waited for a miracle, was looking for. Your call has been very strong and powerful compared the general mass of people. Your willingness is obvious. I have come to call, and I will help you find answers to your questions. About who I am and where from you will learn with time. In matters of disclosure of consciousness we do not have to hurry.

- I prayed to God. Are you God?

- Yes and no. We all are Its particles. God - is a human concept. But I want to help you cross the human frontiers.

- You're not a human ... Well, of course, people can’t this.

- Yeah, I'm not a human. And who I am I will talk about later. All you need you will know.

And then our night walk suddenly changed. The Master took me by the arm and pulled up. We left the ground and flew. As birds we flitted over the road, houses, and slid into the night sky.

How well! It is not scary to fly. Frost is not felt, and the wind is nicely blowing the face.

I did not know how it all worked. I did not understand a thousandth part of what was happening with me. Just as a child, dutifully listened and rejoiced.

I understood that I enter into some new and uncharted area of life.

Then I felt that emerges from sleep.

And the last thing that accompanied me into the light of the day was the words of my mysterious new friend:

- We'll meet ... Await me ...

* * *

AT THE TROLLEYBUS STOP

Realness of the sleep put me in amazement. I had a feeling that the windows suddenly were opened in a stuffy room and a fresh wind burst into it. This wind was sweeping away with my life the remnants of the former slowness. He brought with itself the smells of storm, ocean and open space. And the feeling of the future freedom. All what I lacked.

During the morning toilet the mirror has reported peculiar changes in my appearance. No, no, my head was on its place. Brown eye color remained unchanged and black hair to the shoulders. Expression of the face changed. I saw shining eyes and a faint blush on the cheeks. The sleep somehow influenced me.

Going down to a bus stop, I relived moments of the sleep. Here I stood at night and watched at the starry sky. And from there a stranger came down to me. And here he took my hand and we soared.

I looked around me - people who are afraid of being late. Usual morning rush. I wanted to tell everyone about my nocturnal wanderings. But does it give anything? Are they able to see the experiences through my eyes?

Only one remained for me - to continue to internally rejoice, not to worry because of the lack of human understanding and wait for the promised meeting with overnight guest.

New is in the institute. Scientific and practical conference with Norwegian friends and colleagues. It starts today in two hours. We, as a sophomore, were invited to participate. And as future linguists – we will translate lectures and conversations.

The promised conference started in accordance with the established deadlines. Guests were warmly received, settled in Arctic, fed at the smorgasbord, were taken on a guided tours.

Meetings and speeches. Norwegian friends, 30 people were happy. Rector, deans and we, the students, were glad too. A small celebration of communication pending New Year.

The conference started in accordance with the schedule and was held in a warm and festive atmosphere. I translated a lecture, which was declared, sat two more, just for fun. And somewhere at half past five in the evening, saying goodbye to classmates and our curator, came out of the institute.

Murmansk winter does not lead for a long wait at the bus stop. People feel cold or frankly froze to the bones (it depends on the temperature overboard). And they strive to quickly jump to their number – bus or trolley, and to strive for the hearth and home. People gather in groups impatiently shifting from foot to foot. When approaching the stop the awaited lights of public transport there begins assault - big or small - it all depends on the total backlog of residents of our city, of the number of transport and of the air temperature. The more people are and the lower the temperature is, the more intense the people rush to board. During rush hour, respectively, the assault occurs with greatest power and speed.

That's how it was at this time at the stop where I was waiting trolley. Evening rush hour. All were tired and wanted home – to warm up, eat and relax.

Clever engineers have designed many trolleybuses and buses that they have three doors. People enter into the middle and back, and go out of them too. Front door is for the disabled and controllers. As a result, people do not rush to the front of the machine and do not climb under the wheels.

However, here there was an unusual situation. Trolleybus number three was not long ago - perhaps breaking on the line. And now at once two came one after another. People tried to climb the first seeing the second, darted toward it. I also decided to go by second, because the first one was already packed to capacity.

Everything happened very quickly. I was one of the first. Only a puny boy of thirteen with red briefcase-backpack was in front of me. We definitely were taking down under the wheels of the trolleybus, and I became to intensely resist and turn left. But the boy was too small to fight the crowd. I saw that he was extruded onto the road. An auto was coming closer.

I went cold at the sudden awareness of impending disaster. I wanted to scream, somehow stop people, but I realized that it will not help. Now the boy will suffer, most likely will die. I squeezed my eyes shut, heard a thud. And a cry-moan of people who witnessed the sudden tragedy.

I opened my eyes and saw that the trolleybus stood and all crowded in front of it. The driver got out. I also squeezed myself ahead. And already knew who I see there - unhappy kid ...

But no, it was not him ...

It was a grown man, still lying on the road, strewn with sand. He lay, as if asleep. He reminded me of someone ... A sudden feeling of deja vu pierced my consciousness. It was he! My overnight guest.

There was no doubt, and it is not even in the external similarity, and in the inner insight.

How did he get here?

The saved boy was standing here, I saw his face on his right. He seemed a little surprised and confused. The prime candidate for the fall.

But all my attention was directed to a man lying on the road. I looked at his calm, relaxed face. It was still, as the body. I did not notice signs of breathing. He was hatless, and arctic wind whipped blonde straight hair. He seemed to be asleep. I was hoping that he was just unconscious. There was no blood, snow everywhere was clean. However, during the polar night, under artificial light it was easy to make a mistake.

But people still had to get home. Driving up trolleybuses stayed on the roadway, took the people, and were carried away - fastest and noiseless.

The driver of the machine that became the cause of the accident was talking to someone on the radio inside the cabin. Probably he reported the incident. The boy with red backpack disappeared. And I stood and stood contemplating the snowflakes falling on the body. Snowflakes were falling on his face ... and did not melt because of something.

I waited for an ambulance. A few minutes later it arrived. Paramedics examined the man, and by the fact that they did nothing - did not put a dropper, did not impose tires and, in general, not fussed, I realized that it was no longer necessary. Hence, he can’t be helped.

I watched as the young man was shifted on a stretcher, and then they rolled him into the ambulance.

But he did not look dead. The death has many masks, and here it put on the best outfit.

And that's it? For what did he come to me in the sleep? In order to die in front of me? Some nonsense.

In such a perplexed state I passed a few more stops, until finally, frost forced me to squeeze into the almost closed door of the leaving trolleybus.

* * *

PENDING

The next day, internally reliving the incident the day before, I could not concentrate in class. I do not really want to sit today at lectures and tutorials. I love to acquire knowledge, but impressions of the past day were too much strong. Something was calling me and beckoned somewhere far away from everyday life.

I skipped the last classes. I drove by a trolleybus and got off on the Five Corners. I went still a little, passed a traffic light, and then walked in a cafe Youth.

Here I will eat and will start thinking about everything that excites me so, I decided. And after that I went to the Regional Library and sat somewhere in silence, in the reading room.

A library has always been for me a bit of the Temple. Its halls filled with books and thoughtful readers, soft carpets and polite librarians, speaking in a low voice or whisper - all this relaxes and adjusts to the meditative mood.

I took the Rose of Peace Daniel Andreev and settled at a table near the large, panoramic windows overlooking the evening Murmansk.

I love serious books that can help you to understand the underside of the world. A blank fiction sometimes conjures up on me the longing and yawn. Now I just really wanted to dive into something that can push on