The Games of Light and Shadow

By Olga Gomon

Different people live here on
Earth. There are those of us
whose lives only for a half belong to the visible world. Such
people understand the language of animals and hear
what the grass sings at dawn.
They know the will of gods
and live according to the laws
of the Universe. They feel every living being on Earth as
themselves, filled with love and tenderness to every one without exception.
In the Christian tradition they are called saints. In Hindu tradition – sadhu. In Buddhism – the enlightened.
When and how do such people realize who they are?
How do they find the Teachers who help to know their
essence and to reveal their abilities? In the first book
of the series Master Olga Gomon tells about her way,
her magical childhood and her first teachers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781728356525

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The original book was self published by Olga Gomon under ISBN 978-966-97954-8-9

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Who am I

Tears were streaming down her face. Speaking about her life, she occasionally stopped, choking herself in sobs.

I don’t understand, who am I? What’s the meaning of my life?

Honey, one day each of us asks themselves that question.

In my 30 years of working with people, I’ve often heard this question. You can study other people’s experience for a long time. Read clever books, listen to Osho’s lectures, practice hypnosis, Hellinger constellation, and yoga. Look for the answer in different religions and human history. Even advise others, throwing around words like enlightenment, kundalini, and expansion of consciousness. But for every person, this experience is special and important. And may become the key to the knowledge of life.

Get ready... One day, you will wake up in panic. Your body will be terrified by the feeling of loneliness and awareness of your own insignificance. Your whole life will seem meaningless and empty. Infinitely stupid. The cold chill and withdrawal symptoms will make you admit: I have fragile body that is beyond my control. It constantly reminds of itself. I can feel it. I have a mind. It’s stormy and irritated. I can hear it. But this is not me. Whose life am I living? Filling it with other people’s models and false settings. Where am I in all this theater of illusions? Who am I?

The Eyes

The girl’s blue eyes, filled with tears, became transparent and bottomless like the sacred lake of Tibet, Manosarovar*. Tears of suffering extinguish their light. And the tears of revelation clear the perception, and open the heart. They are essential. The light from the awakened heart, piercing the depths of spiritual experiences, begins to flow into the world. It illuminates life and warms your neighbors. It’s important for me to awaken the light. To do it with everyone. Or almost everyone. Because every system has exceptions.

You know, there are these prickly eyes that pierce you with cold. I have seen them many times on the pages of glossy magazines and several times in my life. Regardless of the color, at some point they turn black, like the original void, and start pouring out paralyzing radioactive magnetism. There’s no light in them. On the contrary, they absorb it with the greed of an octopus. And by devouring, they transform it into another kind of energy.

Manosarovar (Mapam-Yumzo, Mapamyum-Tso, Mafamzo) is a freshwater lake on the Tibetan Plateau, situated on the way of pilgrimage to the abode of Shiva, Mount Kailash (Kan Rinpoche). It’s considered sacred by Hindus, Buddhists and Bon shamans. People perform a walk – a kora – around it. And they drink the sacred water to get rid of diseases and sins.

According to a legend, Lake Manosarovar was the first to be created by Brahma. The world tree grew from its center. In Sanskrit, manas is consciousness, and sarovara is a lake. Followers of Buddhism believe that Queen Maya conceived Buddha on its shores. And Lake Anavatapta, mentioned in the sacred texts, is Manosarovar.

Mapam Yumzo Lake is located at the height of 4557 m above sea level and is one of the highest lakes in the world. The area of the lake is about 520 km², the depth is up to 82 m.

The Game

Once I bought an analogue of the Go game – Othello.* Its purpose is to seize the round stones of the enemy. But unlike Go, where the stones are of certain color, these pieces are two-colored: white on one side and black on the other. By initial agreement, the players unfold them: one – with the white side up, the other – with the black one. As if agreeing: Today I play on the side of the light, and you – on the side of darkness. Surrounding the enemy, you have right to change the color of the prisoners to the color of your army. Everything is simple – you need a trick, tactics and strategy to turn as many chips into your color as possible. I loved this game. It reminded me of the games of light and darkness for the souls in the boundless field of our Universe.

I’m lost, the girl whispered, calming down from the soft touches. My fingers made a ritual procession through her forehead and temples, plunging into her soft hair, exhausted by urban life.

Congratulations, I said. She tried to raise her head to look into my eyes. I understood that my phrase just blew her mind.

I feel bad! she exclaimed, bitterly.

I congratulate you on the touch of Shakti. She deemed you ready to learn ancient wisdom and find the way. The path by which you will find yourself.

Realizing that my voice leads her into a trance, I tried to keep speaking, placing a vessel with warm cow milk over her head to perform the Shirodhara* treatment.

What is it? I asked, taking the girl by the hand.

A hand, there was misunderstanding and confusion in her voice.

Go is a logical board game with a deep strategic content that originated in ancient China about 5 thousand years ago. Until the 19th century, it was cultivated in East Asia, only. Now it is one of the basic disciplines of the World Intellectual Games. In China, in its historical homeland, it is called Ping Yin or Wei Qi, which means surrounding checkers. Another common figurative name of Go in China is conversation of hands or hand-to-hand talk, which reflects the specifics of the game as a dialogue in which not the people communicate, but their hands, throwing stones onto the board. In Japan, the game is called Yi Guo. In Korea, Pa Duk. In Europe and America, the game is called Go.

Shirodhara is a form of Ayurvedic therapy that involves gentle pouring of liquid on the forehead. The name is formed by the two Sanskrit words: sira – head and dhara – stream. From a copper vessel suspended above the couch, the liquid selected according to the dosha (Ayurvedic constitution) and diseases, is applied to the forehead with a thin stream with a specific configuration, cleansing the mental body. The fluids used in Shirodhara, can include butter, milk, buttermilk, coconut water, or even plain water.

The Mind

I adore these moments. The brain of the client frantically starts to search for analogues in the photo album of associations accumulated during his life. Their mind is confused. I love these seconds. For the person, they are lost in time, and turn into eternity. The seconds that open the door to another level of awareness. At this time, it seems to me that inserting the key of knowledge into the keyhole of human consciousness, I hear the creak of resistance of his overbearing mind. The main mantra of which was the phrase: I know everything! Surprise me! I just want to smile at him, realizing the limits of his functions, reach my finger to this soap bubble, and with a bang to poke through the illusory shell with the words: You are not Him! The one who is in front of me is not You!

The white jets of milk burst out of a metal openwork bowl created by a skilled Indian metalsmith and painted by a fragile young girl on the banks of the Ganga river in the ancient city of Kashi, or Varanasi*. Spiral white threads of Parvati’s drink descended along a cotton rope, like stepping down the stairs. Penetrating into the sacred gates of the human brain, located between the wings of the eyebrows.

Varanasi is a city in Uttar Pradesh state, in northern India. The name means between two rivers (Varuna, flowing northward, and Assi, flowing to the south). Ancient names of the city are Benares, Avimuktaka, Anandakanan, Mahasmasana, Surandhana, Brahma Wardha, Sudarshan, Ramya, and Kashi. It is considered a holy city for Hindus, Buddhists, and Jains. According to legend, the city was founded by the God Shiva, about 8000 years ago. Varanasi is one of the most important pilgrimage sites in India. The Chinese traveler Xuan Zang described it as a center for religious, educational, and artistic activity, mentioning that the city stretched over 51 km along the western bank of the Ganga river.

The Body

I wanted to say that your hand is a part of the body. And the body is not you! After all, you said yourself that physical pain is not as exhausting as mental pain! Your Mind is not you. It constantly clutters up the air with unnecessary thoughts. From which you are tired and cannot understand where to go next. Your ego is not you. It’s always drawing pictures, filling your life with fears.

The girl’s face started relaxing. Swaying the bowl, I gave the flows a sinusoidal trajectory. Drawing on her forehead the zigzags from right to left and from left to right, the sacred liquid washed over the girl’s mental body, washing away the fears and information that was destroying her consciousness.

I sat next to her, and thought: Do they really matter, the things I do?

Ego

Once I was invited to a TV show hosted by a local millionaire and business guru. Who sincerely in a narrow circle of people calls himself an old alcoholic and a loser.

Have you seen my shows? he asked arrogantly, evaluating my body with sly but tired eyes.

No, I don’t watch TV, I replied with a smile.

The grimace of contempt slid across his face, changing to the usual mask of a self-satisfied successful man from American advertising posters. This cliché pursues those who have dreamed all their lives to live in the fat and peaceful America, but due to various circumstances and fears, they could not fulfil what they wanted.

I want to warn you. I tear the invited guests apart.

The next stage in this theatrical scene had to be followed by an expressive and threatening accent of the eyes. Like a cowboy who frighteningly blows out smoke rising above the drum of his revolver, and slaps his palm at lightning speed, pulling the trigger for the next shot. He tried to do it. But his gaze blurred in the unfocused thoughts of a man who drank a bottle of good, by Slavic standards, wine every day. He didn’t need to be scanned. Thoughts of hopelessness and no meaning in life were too loud. I lowered my eyes. Compassion filled my heart.

Let’s play, I thought, and theatrically, coquettishly straightening my curls, I said in a tender voice, Tear me apart, if it raises your rating! After so many years of working with people, I gained immortality.

A couple of verbal and energy aikido techniques and a lovely opponent stretched out in a chair, not hiding the excitement from the conversation, and summarized:

So, you make money by feeding people with fairy tales?

Perhaps you’re right. But let’s assume that they need them, I replied without hesitation. Self-control, forged by austerity in the mountains and communication with different forms of life inhabiting Samsara, helped me out this time, too.

I often recollected his phrase. People put different meanings into the same words. In my opinion, a fairy tale is the result of the narrator’s verbal art. Tale, tell, storyteller. My conversation partner, by this harmless word fairy tale, meant illusion. And he wanted to say that the laws I teach my students are not scientifically proven, which means they are considered non-existent. His delusion is the fruit of the blindness of social ignorance.

Illusion is not something that is hidden from the physical vision of a person. It’s something swarming in his mind in the form of the inner voice and prejudice. Starting with thoughts of one’s own significance, the constancy of feelings and material victories. And finishing with the global illusion that divides our planet into borders, and humanity into races, nations and castes.

Realizing that society is based on the laws created by human way of thinking, I searched the world and the history for more perfect analogues. For most of my life, I’ve been a crazy wanderer, conquering the tops of the mountains and of my consciousness. I made my body and cash flows serve one purpose: acquiring knowledge of the universal laws. They served me, and I served my teachers. Each of them, at a certain period, led me along the path with their love, enveloping me with care, filling me with blessings and watching my mistakes leniently and patiently.

Variants of Destiny

I was pouring the warm milk from thermos into a jar and gently stroking the client’s hand, checking her pulse, and filling it with energy. Silently sending her waves of love and harmony.

Relax. You are safe. The world loves you. Come out of your shell of panic and fear.

The waves of my thoughts were directed through the gates between the eyebrows to the one who, in the Vedic culture, is called the observer. And I’m sure he heard me.

I will help you get out of the tangle of social problems, created by karma and wrong choice. And put you on the rails of good deeds of Dharma*.

The space woven by Shakti received the message and responded. I feel this blessing as a sound inside of me, my true self. Activating the space of options, 60 layers of possibilities start moving under the influence of Shakti. It’s like the casino spinning wheel. Destiny starts selecting possible options to implement the request and ways of manifestation in this world. These changes generate movement and friction. I hear them as a metallic grinding of celestial bodies, the humming of pipe organs, or the tinkling of thousands of Tibetan bowls. The growing rumble, forcing to change the plots on the fabric of space, time, destinies and history.

And it works! The proof is every day of my life. Not only do the lives of my students and clients change, but also of those who accidentally came across my lectures on the Internet. Or of those lucky ones who got my book as a gift.

Dharma is a spiritual and moral law. In ancient India, the Dharma was identical to the laws of Rita, i.e. the natural laws of Nature. Dharma is often translated as the universal law of being, a religious duty, or that, which maintains a cosmic order. The laws of Dharma are uniform, but they can be implemented only in accordance with the inner nature of the one who perceives Dharma.

Numbers

A new and funny story happened at the bank yesterday.

The banking day was coming to an end.

Good afternoon, I greeted the girls, rushing into the VIP section. I need to get a bank transfer from Kazakhstan.

Take a seat, please, one of them replied, smartly typing a query at the iPhone keyboard I handed over to her. There was a name written on the badge: Natasha.

I love girls with this name. They are active, reliable, intelligent, due to their quick mind and well-established neural connections; they quickly find a solution in any situations.

34 dollars?

Yes, I replied mechanically, without giving importance to the order of numbers. In my mind, numbers immediately turn into phrases or prophecies. When the taxi operator says, In 10 minutes, a Chevrolet with the number 1374 will come to pick you up, my brain memorizes: 1 – the taxi driver started a new life, 37 – he recently met a girl, but this affair is flimsy, and 4 – it will quickly come to an end. But if you drive this car for a long time, this number can form an unhealthy tendency in relationships with women.

Each number has its own meaning and its potential. I don’t like labels in the form of words that people usually put on different phenomena. This prevents people from different cultures from communicating. Try to ask a person from an ancient tribe on the Andaman Islands, Do you believe in numerology? Isn’t that silly? I’m sure they don’t know this science, but they work with the meaning of numbers in their own way.

Numbers are the living changing potentials. They are eternal and connected with the magnetic strands of the Earth and the universe.

So, my positively-minded brain automatically reversed the numbers, not wishing a destructive number 4 at the end. And remembered it as 43.

In a couple of minutes, you’ll be able to receive the transfer at the cashier’s office, said Natasha the manager, and I obediently set off to wait for SMS on the sofa near the cashier’s office. But neither in 15 nor in 20 minutes, did the money come. I got nervous.

Let’s speed up the process somehow, I turned to Natasha again. Directing my sankalpa* into the girl’s third eye, 43 dollars. I’ll now get 43$.

In a couple of minutes, a message notification squeaked. 43 dollars arrived to the account.

I directed the transfer to your internet card, the girl explained, There were 9 dollars left on it. And now you can get the entire balance at the cashier’s.

If you need something, the space will always find the best way to give you what you want!

Sankalpa is a mental or verbal intention, into which power and energy are applied.

The Bowl

The last drops of milk lazily flowed over her forehead, forming an outline of a stretching cat. I dabbed the client’s head with a dry fluffy terrycloth towel. I turned on the aroma lamp and put two magic rods into the girl’s hands: a jade in the left one, and an amethyst in the right one.

Lightly squeeze the stones in your palms. They harmonize the energy in the body.

Over these few hours of Abhyanga* and Shirodhara, the muscles on the girl’s face relaxed. Her face became smooth and calm. A smile of bliss revealed a radiant state of inner peace. The body was filled with warmth.

While she was recovering under the influence of crystals, I poured water into the Tibetan bowl and placed it on her navel. The bowl started to sing. Its voice seemed weak and intermittent. But with each turn of the pestle, it gained momentum. And at some point, the sound broke through. The cup sounded in all its mighty voice, filled with the power of the Himalayas and the blessings of heaven. This is an indication that the block causing the disease had disappeared under the pressure of our efforts and the strength of the five primary elements.

Abhyanga: Ayurvedic oil massage, which is an important part of the daily routine recommended by Ayurveda to achieve general health and well-being.

The Energy

The girl came out of the shower and reached for a cup of pu-erh* tea.

I suggest getting dressed and doing a small but very effective meditation with me, I cautiously advised, not expecting consent. Not everyone is ready to accept into their lives things which don’t find association in their internal photo album. Unfamiliar actions tend to be rejected. This is self-defence of our ego. And I respect this feeling.

With great joy, the girl replied, I have long wanted to learn how to relax, but I couldn’t find the right methods. Millions of thoughts are constantly swarming in my head. It’s so difficult to live with their dialogues! Not to mention the fears. Will it give me back the ability to rejoice?

Not immediately. But I promise, as soon as the reserve of energy is replenished, the feeling of life fullness will return. You are exhausted.

But I’m not a vampire, to eat someone else’s energy!

Why so radically, I was surprised at her way of thought. We will replenish the resource, filling up with Qi of the environment: of nature, I tried to explain, switching to terms familiar to ordinary people.

Sorry, I don’t always understand what you’re trying to say. What is Qi? having finished drying her hair, she put down the towel, and went to the sofa.

Sit down! I suggested to her, Put your hands in front of you, palms inside.

She obediently pulled them forward, as during morning exercises.

Relax and bend the elbows, I helped her, realizing that every movement of this girl out of habit causes a spasm of the body. She wanted to be the best so much, that she had taught her body to strain at any muscle contraction.

You don’t have to be the best, you just need to be good, I smiled. Make sure the movements don’t cause excessive tension, but are naturally semi-relaxed. So, imagine there’s an air substance between our hands. Squeeze it with springy movements, bringing hands together, and relax, withdrawing. As if you’re trying to feel a cloud of fog.

The girl diligently played with the space between her palms, and at some point, her eyes widened.

She exclaimed, I feel the density! I’m trying to get my hands together, but something’s keeping them out!

This is Qi, I replied. Many people call it energy, by mistake. But there is another, more accurate definition; a form of life, or nutritional air substance. In India, it’s called prana, in China, it’s called Qi. It’s the fuel for energy in our body. Just like food. We inhale it through the respiratory organs and skin, through special mental arteries in our body, which are commonly called meridians. It spreads throughout the body, filling all vital organs and systems. Making friction, it activates Shakti in chakras, and increases the glow of the subtle bodies that constitute the aura.

Fuel! We are surrounded by fuel everywhere, and we live completely discharged and don’t know where to recharge! So silly!

It’s not about where, I corrected her, We don’t know how to do it.

I was surprised by her sincere joy of a little girl. The desire for knowledge kept jumping out of her essence, absorbing every word I said. Like a thirsty pilgrim in the desert, she enjoyed the sips of pure knowledge fostered for thousands of years in the cradle of civilization.

Pu-erh is a post-fermented Chinese tea, one of the most expensive teas in the world. It has a very specific production technology: harvested leaves, processed to the green level, undergo a microbial fermentation procedure: natural or artificial (accelerated) ageing in the ground.

The Thought

Remember the first principle: Where the thought goes, there goes the energy. You have to direct Qi specifically and clearly, according to the scheme that I’m going to tell you. This technique is called Qigong. Qi is a life-giving substance. Gong means skill. So, Qigong is the skill of controlling and redirecting Qi to different parts of the body, to get different results and perform different tasks.

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