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35 Before/6 After. House No. 2
Treasure Island

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Somewhere in the Universe

“Be bolder, Rukh, it’s not scary there!” the Guardian smiled as we approached House No. 2.

“What is there?”

“Treasures, exclusively earthly.”

I closed my eyes, pulled the door open, and stepped inside. As soon as I felt something slippery under my feet, I was abruptly thrown up and then down, I opened my eyes and … gigantic waves came crashing down on me, throwing me into the raging element! Ominous sky, sparkling lightning, the raft with my Guardian sailing away… I went to the bottom like a stone, and a shark rushed towards me, maliciously baring its teeth. Suddenly, an old man in bright robes with an orange cap on his head appeared, picking me up at the very bottom. He lifted me up, returned me to the raft with the Guardian and disappeared. The storm was gradually subsiding. The clouds were moving away.

“Glory to Saint Spyridon! Good sign, Rukh! So, on Earth, he will help you. Don’t forget to give him a new pair of slippers!”

“Now I see why there is a skull with the sign ‘Remember the Death’ on the door of the Tower of My Life!”

“There are also violets blooming there with butterflies fluttering above them as a symbol of transformation and immortality.”

“Why are you always smiling, Angel?”

“Because you become more and more human-like forgetting that you can’t drown yet.”

“Where are we?” I looked around, but there was neither land nor treasures.

“In the Sphere of your finances, material wealth, property and savings, your energy reserve, therefore – physical body nutrition, earthly goods.”

“What kind of earthly wealth are you talking about here? There is only water all around!”

“Steer your raft!”

“I have no oars.”

“By the power of thought and intuition! The Moon is in charge of your finances. You have a nose for money, you always feel where treasures are buried!”

“Ugh,” I breathed out and realized that I had to swim to the right.

Soon the Moon disappeared, the Sun rose, and an island loomed on the horizon.

“There will be also some Sun in cold waters of your life,” the Guardian smiled. “Earnings thanks to intuition and common sense. It’s very good to see here the Sun, a friend of your Moon, although the Sun didn’t appear immediately. Saturn is half a step away from House No. 2, even if he were three steps away, in fact, he is present here invisibly and exerts his influence.”

“Uninhabited?” I asked when we landed.

“Yes, now find your treasures and get food.”

“What food can one find here?” I was surprised, stepping onto the shore, where there was nothing but rocks and unknown trees.

“Why not? Fish swim in the sea and trees bear fruit. Conclusions?”

“Not much!”

“As your granny will say, your whole life, Alice, is continuous fasting!”

“Isn’t it easier to go straight to a monastery?”

“Easier, I agree. So, seafood. Ascetic diet, twice a day and whatever God sends. Not good in terms of getting energy, but you’ll get no dependence on earthly food and no sin of gluttony. True, if you don’t eat systematically, the digestive system will suffer, there will be a tendency to anemia and exhaustion. As a child, you’ll have not much food.”

I walked along the shore and turned into a thicket, where I immediately came across … a hut.

“My property?”

“Real estate is in House No. 4, but they say on Earth, with a sweetheart there’s heaven in a hut!”

“Are you kidding?” I exclaimed. “Will I live in a hut?”

“Many Saints didn’t even have a hut on Earth!”

“Saints, mind you! Not ordinary people like me!”

“They are not born Saints, they become Saints. And are you ordinary? Look what’s there inside.”

The hut, in fact, turned out to be very nice. There was a small window, a kid’s stool and a table with a checkered notebook and a pen on it inside. However, I was drawn into a far corner, where something was clearly wrong with the hay-strewn floor. I pulled the straws apart and discovered a hiding place with a box buried in the ground. It contained sea pebbles and a bunch of various keys. I left the hut in confusion.

“Well, how do you like your grandfather’s legacy?” the Guardian asked. “He’ll build you a hut in the garden of your summer house. You’ll read and write inside. Your grandfather loves nature, and you’ll love it too.”

Suddenly the sky turned black, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

“Uranus is naughty! Let’s go to the hut, Angel! It’s going to rain!”

I turned to the hut, but lightning struck the tree to which the hut was attached, and then, catching fire, it immediately disappeared along with my legacy, as well as with Uranus. The sky instantly cleared, and the Sun shone again.

“Oh no!” I screamed. “Deprivation, restrictions and … ashes in the end?”

“Restrictions in money, especially in childhood, yes. Money is earned by your own labor, the amount received is always less than the effort expended. Lack of stability, no solid ground underfoot. The Moon easily parted with money, while Saturn saves it, as a reliable foundation and a symbol of security. Deprivation in childhood forces people to look for stability and guarantees for reserve because of the fear of poverty in old age. Anyway, wisdom and practicality will prevent you from turning into a miser. In any case, you’ll swim out, Saint Spyridon will help you.”

“So where is the money?” I asked, looking around.

“The Moon is not a friend of Saturn, so you are deprived of financial support from the family. You hardly receive any legacy, since Uranus is a symbol of sudden collapses due to circumstances beyond your control, such as broken promises, theft of property …”

“Will the legacy be burned?”

“The property may be burnt or taken away. The will will be rewritten to another person at the last moment. House No. 8 is connected with other people’s capital. You’ll have a lot of temptations – risky or illegal financial schemes, gambling, balancing on the verge of collapse. There are no chances for financing from Sphere No. 5, loved ones and children, you have an evil Pluto there, he’ll use your sniffing for money for his selfish purposes.”

“My Saturn controls also the Sphere of Partnership, Marriage and Enemies, so are my partners and enemies wealthy?”

“You can marry a wealthy person or a parasite, taking away what you have earned with difficulty. It gives a tendency to constant disputes over property up to lawsuits. It’s better for you to have the same scale of values with partners. Otherwise, they can cheat you, leave without money. Let’s suppose the case. You are fundamentally honest and straightforward (Saturn in House No. 1). You get a higher education in the field of finance (Saturn helps Uranus with House No. 9 in House No. 2). Some Pluto (the Master of House No. 6, your job) appoints you (Venus in House No. 10) to manage finances in a large company (Saturn the Master of House No. 8,7). You can brilliantly manage other people’s capital and organize any business from scratch, brainstorm projects with a sober mind and implement them in the best way thanks to the sixth sense, but you discover something bad in the company – fraud, theft, or you realize that the financial model of the business is initially unprofitable. As an honest person, you tell Pluto the truth, but he doesn’t need it or it’s not profitable for him.”

“Why doesn’t he need the truth?” I jumped at the injustice.

“Because you have illusions at job (Neptune in House No. 6), and your Pluto has Neptune as the Master of his death and bankruptcy. Neptune puts pink glasses on Pluto and blows fog in his eyes, and that’s it, Rukh! You wanted to save Pluto, and he kicked you out overnight without paying anything (Uranus helps Saturn with Houses No. 7,8).

“Wow!” I exclaimed and bit my lip in annoyance. “Life is fair!”

“You’ll get a good education – both church and financial (Saturn-Uranus), and humanitarian and linguistic (Moon-Uranus), which will help you realize your Self in the Sphere of Uranus – House No. 9, including work in foreign companies / with foreigners, in a foreign country, in publishing business, in the field of higher education, spiritual practices, tourism, sales items related to spirituality; but without stable income.”

“Where can I get money?”

“This is a mystery shrouded in darkness,” the Guardian chuckled. “Your Moon, the manager of Finance, is in the House of Mystery – secret sources of income, income from secrets and everything mysterious and mystical, through psychic abilities and Lunar sniffing, from work in closed organizations, in isolated places, on islands, in exile, in prison or colonies, monasteries, hospitals… Big capital and real estate are connected with Jupiter, it doesn’t smell him here, but you have to be friends with him! He’s in opposition with Uranus and gives less than you deserve, or he will suddenly change his mind, or go bankrupt. Your Sphere of Patrons is strong, you won’t die of hunger, and, as one astrologer said, ‘the sultry winds of the desert dry up the oasis of my selfishness’. Money can’t buy happiness. Patience, humility and hard work! Saturn patronizes wise and old people, is friends with Venus, symbol of cash capital, in House of Status – money from status, career, from men, boss, although not big capital. Suitable professions are connected with creativity, you value emotional joy. Saturn and Venus love art and collecting. What did you see in Saturn Tower?”

“Books, icons and stones… Look, what is there?!” I exclaimed, noticing a strange ship on the horizon.

“It’s time for us to go to the Library, some pirates are about to land on the island!”

Library of the Universe

We reached the Reading Hall in absolute silence. I had neither the energy nor the desire to ask anything. The book about ghosts opened at the page with the story “House by the station.”

“In the evenings, my Vasily and your grandfather are talking about apple trees. Did you see what happened to our garden here? We remember our Past telling stories. And in general, sometimes we play cards, sometimes checkers, less often chess… You’ll see them tonight, too. They’ll be glad to meet you here! If you want, take these keys forever. I kept them for you, for whom else?.. I always knew you would be back!”

Confession of a Ghost. F.M. Dostoevsky award. Playing Another Reality

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