Читать книгу The coordinates of awakening. 2022 - Марина Исаченко - Страница 7

I was approached by a twenty-five-year-old girl who had problems with personal relationships. Or rather, she didn’t have any relationships at all.

She was cute and funny. Perhaps one of the oddities that could be noticed was the expression of her eyes. Or rather, the feeling that sometimes a very, very strange black-and-brown glow would light up in her eyes, turning her face from doll-like cute to chiseled-cold.

In such moments there was a feeling that it was not safe to be around her. Something subtly changed in her appearance, lasted for a split second and disappeared; and her soft and friendly manner of communication reduced the strange sensations to nothing. “It seemed” – the feeling was leveled towards her, but the aftertaste remained…

***

We have set a session time. I was supposed to give her tests to see where in her relationship stereotypes there are substitutions of concepts. So, when she came in, I gave her some simple test instructions and handed her the folder. She reached out trustingly for the sheets, but I froze: her face expressed the same benevolent calm, but her eyes! They went from blue to dark, deep, and prickly. Her voice and demeanor combined with those eyes gave rise to an uncontrollable sense of danger.

– Can I read what’s in your subconscious a little?’ I asked, inwardly shuddering at her too-close presence, her presence in my office. The consciousness itself automatically analyzed how to protect itself and whether the door of the office was locked. ‘Stop it! I said to myself. – Calm down, there’s a child in front of you… " And, surprised at my own active reaction, I put the tests aside.

“Yes – » she said shortly, “where should I sit?”

I placed two chairs, one facing the other, almost in the middle of the room.

“This is yours,” I pointed to one, “this is mine,” and sat down on the other. Her kindness and acceptance of the situation eased my anxiety a little, but the sense of danger still grew. There was a sense of something close and sharp, but very hidden.

– It feels familiar, like it’s happened before – " she said thoughtfully, settling into the chair. – I shouldn’t move the chair, right?

I didn’t tell her that. But she was right, you shouldn’t move it.

Meanwhile, her eyes had turned a very dark brown. Danger…

– Well, let’s get started…

I knew that I needed to turn on the points under the jaw, and “open the system control box”. I reached out and touched the dots.

***

I don’t know, maybe I turned away for a second, while I was surprised at the knowledge that was opening up in me. Of course I was – a whole methodology, with instant explanations – an amazing accompaniment to the practice! Only these methods were not familiar to me.

But when I looked into her face again, it was as if I couldn’t see it, nothing but the blackness of her eyes.

“Get away from me!” a male voice said from her mouth.

“Who are you?”

– Get away from me, you’re hurting me, – the voice is hoarser, and immediately girlish: – Marina, what is it? What’s wrong with me? – blue eyes…

I took a step forward and touched her chin again.

“Stand back!”! ! a man’s voice roared. The black eyes were looking at me again, but there was nothing else, because they absorbed all the attention.

“Who are you?”

“None of your business! Stand back!

“Come out,” I said, and touched her chin again. A stream of heat and energy passed through my fingers.

The girl abruptly got up from her chair, as if she was about to hit me, but didn’t dare.

I imagined the energy of my hands merging into a single ring around the black-and-brown current that vibrated within her now – her hands, raised for a blow, fussily moved, trying to remove something invisible from her face.

“Don’t choke me! Don’t choke me-ah-ah!!!” – her body suddenly howled very loudly. I automatically glanced at the office door: I wonder if anyone hears this now, what they’ll think. And strengthened the imaginary loop.

The girl collapsed to the floor. However, there her body gathered in focus on her hands and knees and with some incredible speed moved from me to the corner:

“Don’t choke me!!!” the body hissed, twisting its neck unnaturally. I was afraid that she would break her neck, and I ran to her. However, according to the method, I had to simultaneously burn the creature – “this type of creature is not brought into the worlds, due to its low development and colossal destructiveness,” the training film continued in my head – and catch the girl so that she would not harm herself.

The body slammed its head into the wall at full speed. I caught it just before it hit. She began to have convulsions: “Don’t choke me, don’t choke me, don’t choke me…” – her eyes are now blue, now black.

“Look at me!”! ! I was shouting in a whisper – people in the hallway could probably hear the scuffling. “Look at me, I’m with you!”! ! Push him away, push him out, do you hear me?!!!

The flash of her convulsions almost took my eye out. I held her by the shoulders. The convulsions began to weaken.

I was reconnecting to her mind, searching for her personal flow – this flow is vital to restore.

– I can hear you – " a girl’s voice answered, and a startled face with blue eyes turned to me:

– I hear you… I can feel you… " and began to cry.

***

It took us both a few minutes to recover. It turned out that the creature had completely blocked, but not disabled, her consciousness. Everything that happened to her, she saw, but was locked inside her own body, as if in a case.

The strange black-brown gleam in her eyes was gone. Never again did her eyes turn black after that incident. My hands were shaking for a couple of hours. I still gave her the tests.

***

A few months later, she came to me again in a confused state: “Now I write some strange symbols! ‘All day,’ she said, and held out the paper. I can’t stop! Is this an obsession again?”

***

After that session, young people began to get acquainted with her quite often, and, since she worked in a prestigious place, her personal life now changed rapidly: she had both beautiful productive communication and romantic tryouts. I suggested that she wait at least a couple of months for a serious relationship: to get used to her new self.

***

There was a scribble on the paper she was holding. Holding tightly and a lot. I asked her to write something short and handed her a sticker.

She drew the symbols. They didn’t look chaotic. They had a system, and I suddenly ran my hand over them.

In my mind, it was as if someone spoke quickly…

I moved my hand very slowly again, hovering over each sign and writing down the words as I went.

Here is the phrase that turned out:

The great ones rise to the sky with equal ease and sink into the mud.

“Write again,” I said. More scribbling. Word by word is forming in my head again:

When the world is born, it never stands on its feet.

– More.

The solitude of the one rushing towards the goal is filled with grace.

“Let’s do something else.”

Success plays the games of fate with a child’s passion.

***

Oh my God! I can’t write generalizations on this level! It was so beautiful and bright. I also tried to draw the signs. My hand, slowly adjusting, began to write on the sheet:

I finished. Then the words began to form in my head by themselves:

Change begins when there is an end to tears and doubts. They speed up – if inspiration comes. Let changing your life be akin to an exciting game!

This is a message to me, I realized.

***

From that day on, and for several months after, hymns, songs, nursery rhymes, and just poems in that language rang in my head.

The music – grand, like hymns and marches, did not leave me for a moment. And the phrases themselves repeated in my mind, when a person asked me for help and sat down in front of me on a chair.

The energy flow, clean and bright, enhanced by ancient sayings, was ten times stronger than my usual level of energy supply.

Each symbol corresponds to the elements of the human genetic code, and each of them restored the human consciousness with great speed and correctness.

It was an ancient dialect that the Mentors called “intergalactic.”

***

2012.

I was also shown that, unlike the two-dimensional symbols of modern languages, this language has a three-dimensional structure, distributed over the levels of energy flows and the connections between them.

For two years I practiced with interest. Until one of my friends noticed that my adverb is very similar to the video posted on the Internet. That’s how I learned about the Senzar language.

Only in 2014, I went to a website where a woman reads a message in this language. Some of the phrases and the phrases she used were already familiar to me. The symbols that she wrote were identical to those that my client wrote.

I copied one of the pages of the text and “translated” the first column, wondering: why was this text shown to me?

Didn’t THEY have a more popular person who could get this message out to more people than me?

Why would I, a minor psychologist and an extremely complex sociophobe, who lives on books, be entrusted with such a wealth – because no one will appreciate this material, since I do not have the necessary influence to distribute it.

***

I called the owners of the site, and they confirmed that my attempt to “translate” is the first intelligible one. Before that, the text could not be deciphered. The Senzar language died 700 years ago, its logic was lost.

In my Internet resources, this text is posted everywhere, but not everyone, as practice has shown, is able to understand it.

For the first two years after the publication, my clients, one after another, asked me to explain its fragments. Some were very offended that I “write so incomprehensibly”. And only since 2016, this text began to be understood independently.

Now it has the largest audience in Zen compared to my other publications. But there are only two reviews: one is strange, the other is almost negative.

I am very interested in what you, my reader, will see in it. But I decided that I would probably explain some of the paragraphs in this book.

The pure text, without my remarks, can be found on my pages on the Internet.