The father, as a construction, had to keep and maintain. What happened from this, he was told by the soul, which was already dead because Tatyana left. There was nothing else. Everything is at zero. What to multiply in this?
Yes, apparently, our affairs with my brother are dashed. We have only to lose. In return, according to the law of equilibrium, take what you can. What to take here, in return throwing? And what do we throw? Time will tell about it.
And now my mother, earthly Sunny, as she was called, tried to reason with my father, that he should live, in order to continue himself, as Suti. She became much more visible, already departed from her body. But people pushed, all the time interfering with communication.
And everything went as planned in laboratories of earthly origin.
Uranom my mother was, in a verbal translation. She would be glad to leave the field of influence, but her children grow up to contain her radiations, and the fruit of the girl who holds her and him, can not remove all impulses of earthly origin. They were trapped and a web of laboratory studies. The secret origin of it was slammed into the boxes.
"He" and "she" in another. And this other, born in torment, was swept by a hurricane wind over Mother Earth. Our father was drawn for him. And our mother, devoid of many vibrations, did not have the opportunity to simply release herself from the created child. The connection occurred, but the fruit was stolen.
In secret laboratories, the holiday was replaced by Monday. How to subdue what was withdrawn? How to bring the matter to the end and deprive Peter of the continuation in life? Uranium in the ring-tailing. Death must be grounded. Which was done.
And so, our dad, deprived, as he thought, of everything, tried to understand what he was trying to tell him Tanya.
Constantly someone was near, afraid that they would commit suicide. And he was indifferent to everything, he wanted to communicate and communicated, but someone interfered. People were worried. My father is tired.
After the funeral at night, seeing that everyone is asleep, although Aunt Anya says the opposite, he begins to call and lie with him the one that he wanted to see next. But in the night other rules. There plays a role What the day is at night. And in the daytime the night is light. Split it - like the tongue of a snake, someone is scared, someone and beckons.
In the morning he said that he would go to work, it would be easier for him there. He asked me to cook the ravioli, my mother was delighted, but lost peace, and when in the evening after work the workers returned from the forest, the tractor roar was drowned out by a howl of people.
She no longer had to explain something. Collapsed to the ground, like a scrawny sheaf.
And we waited for the dumplings, spinning at the table. Aunt, father's sister, was brought into the house barely alive.
"Where's our woman?" - We cried out, ran out into the yard. People cried there again, fussing and trying to help our woman at least in some way.
"Where's Petya?" - the same question between loss of consciousness.
And Petya, her son and our father were taken to Baravlyanka. There was a survey. The reason is not clear.
That day some people came to buy wood and, of course, treated it with vodka. When the young trailer cried that it was time to pull, no one had heard him. Opening the tractor cab, he barely held the falling body.
So, everything is according to plan. Long live the Soviet dictatorship, long live the learned men!
Nobody asked Boris or I whether we are happy with the mass grave, and for what our torment our woman suffers, who could not even swear.
The mistress of her soul left her bright memory in her heart. Nobody can say that once was drunk, or from her tongue flew mothers. Gossip did not release, and as a guard for us was. But she did not save her children. Something was wrong that she could not argue with her. Not on the same bar they were on the energy level. Yes, and it is clear who is eager for power, saturating his pockets. And who loves Nature, we drive a new obsession. And there is no reverse move, and he will never speak about himself. Since they intuitively understand that everything is in the answer.
The grave was dug up and made one mound for three.
The heart rupture was announced to everyone.
Although, who will argue with whom?
Baba all her life after the revolution waited for troubles, and she did not keep herself waiting long. If the gate is open, why not? The three of us still lie. Only how lie, and what lies, to one god knows.

And now, we are with you, Igor, on Lake Baikal, and all this is remembered to determine who and on what bases originated himself. We were again brought back to history. And to unravel us, the Creator is necessary.
Through Lake Baikal, learned men processed information. Through it, let's try and we, if possible.
We will make an attempt, although processes are going on in Baikal, and it is unlikely that he will be able to separate us from one problem. And she is the essence of everything. Moreover, your story began long before my introduction into what is. Your impulse, like "SOS" sounded all this time.
What, did you give up your nerves? Is the world developing wrongly?
But this does not mean that the Creator does not know about this. Each manifests itself in what happened in his maturation. A bright negative gives a vivid photo. The creator is at zero. Does not increase or decrease. Everything must correspond and stand in its place.
And scientists tinker in the information fields. They are more interested in what is rich in isotope movement. Living flora.
If this is not normal, then uranium in the compound gives an irradiation. Because everything must go through the level of consciousness. And the perception is made in a certain dependence. "Yes" turning into "no" (at the given time) changing the picture as a whole. This must be achieved with the help of your own head. No reform proposed by someone is able to cover the whole picture. We go as if backwards.
And what happened to my parents, we see it in 1958, and in the worlds - long before that.
Describing the events taking place with Vorontsova-Dashkova, which was simply shaken, having played on her sensitivity and desire for everything that gives growth.
But time is not right, and the picture (panorama) almost does not correspond to reality. The mouth is already open at the piranhas and they want to eat what is higher. To become a high dignity for yourself, so that everything is treated the same. And nature, and those who came here, hearing "SOS". What is left of them can only be guessed.
Piranhas, although they have acquired a human appearance, but will never give, that's for sure. The impulse to "give" is absent.
And those who came to help, you will not envy. On the one hand, the law of equalization is violated, on the other - the lack of faith in the Creator.

Now we are preparing a sauna in Baikal. From the stones we put the heater and we sink. Top with the frame put on the film. By the night the bathhouse is ready.
One dog looks at all this and thinks aloud:
- Completely foolish, the skin will go bald after frequent washing. And so bald from their own stupidity. It would be better to grow fur coats. They try to hide themselves in something, but the bald head is still sticking out there and then. Branches whip themselves - completely reached. Even if the neighbors did not see such a view. Tomorrow their dog will mock me. What is the owner, such is the dog. And he is happy to whip himself, and his granddaughter. But it's something you just need more often and more. Do not forget Galina. But she is away from him, sorry. Maybe it would be stronger to love him. What nonsense comes from me. People are somehow not so. As far as he or she sates, it will get reciprocity. They go swimming. Something does not hurt Baikal takes them. They try to wet themselves, but the sharp coldness of rocks, sand and water prevents them from doing so. Again they went to whip. I'm fed up with their diet. One porridge, yes an ear. What a pleasure to slurp it, if the fish has moved off the roof before it was caught. Something the next dog does not behave well in the tent. Tomorrow otgavkayu as follows. Let the measure know, - the Boss grumbled, trying to retire to bed while we warmed the bones in the bath, if it can be called so.
The evenings are really cool, and the water did not allow much. It was new, but understandable. At us in a small lantern - not absolutely clear battery. Above us hung such, from what it would be desirable to run without looking back.
The climax. All here. And those spirits that became idols, and those from which they created themselves.
Lighting.
Terrible Baikal is alert. He has already got used to powerful skirmishes, but here SUCH !!! What will shake everything around. Everything is upside down.

What seemed to be the truth turned out to be a bright lie. The world of teachers, caressing the ears, turned out to be a unique thief of thieves. The worlds were woven on stolen energies, pacifying me with handouts, "Baikal grumbled, licking stones.
But you're in no hurry to make a conclusion. The creator himself will figure out who is pulling something. He is supportive of everything. If anything exists, then there is a place to be. Your coffee grinder will be able to send to Angara what you do not need. It's up to you. The creator will make his own step on this.
And to us, walking along the shores of Lake Baikal, it was clear that something was coming up that would turn all thoughts in another direction.
Communication with Teletsky was very bright. But Belukha emerged from the general picture on energy perception. The thread as an impulse was already palpable. Just do not understand whose work it is. The work of a learned brother or the Creator.
And I, unlike Igor, remained in anticipation of something. And it was clear only one thing - not to interfere anywhere. To see without publicity, to know, not divulging. It's not strained. I got used to it for a long time. And to represent something is already tired.
The picture became clear. The river Polovinka served as a developer. An interesting combination. The place is the informer. All the secrets of Baikal flocked here. Only the mechanism is not quite clear. Actually, I do not need it yet. There is a job, and problems enough with interest.
The morning came, and we again wake up from the Sun, which soon disappears.
The boss without any reason obgavkivaet neighbor's dog. Our persuasion was inactive.
Two pairs of foreigners passed along the beach, enjoying the morning and admiring the water in their own way. In the evening they were entertained by our guides. A young voice sounded at the campfire. He sang tourist songs. So I wanted to sit with them and listen. But there was a game that you can not climb.
It is clear only one thing - Baikal worked in two directions. On two microflora, as on two different-sex microcircuits. One took, eating someone else's, the other took care of itself from the attack. In one bowl - two different directions. Naturally, all this is reflected in the human brain. And this performance completely corresponds to what is being done on Baikal. Therefore, it's not for us to judge who plays whom. And while only one thing is clear, the oxide, like piranha, gnaws at what it has sat on. There is a flaw in some already formed microelement, or man, in this case, and here is the result - the rust eats away from you, torturing you with one or the other problem.

I write while listening to Makarevich. Previously, he sang about the world that will bend under us, and now - "a thin scar on your beloved pope and a ragged wound in his soul." Time changes interests and the next need to use oneself grows.
What one Baikal thinks, the other Baikal is not at all interesting. One grumbles about the imaginary teachers, the other talks about the natural processes of dust settling. Above is the dust that weighs less. To the bottom falls THAT, which had a greater content, but allowed piranha to itself. And yet, that in the specific weight of itself has not collected, but thinks all those that saw the Creator of the Cosmic progression. Was allowed to all the information to charge it yourself. A conclusion is made by everyone - to take it through cognition or with the cries of "Hooray!" And "All for me!", Under the general excitement to seize what he thinks he needs. A series of these already existed.
Is it worth repeating?
Do you think, Igor, will you be able to unite them and throw this all over the role on Himself, so that it will lose more quickly and now.
Yes, the situation is not simple. The river Polovinka performs itself. Replenished with a common breath and the exhaust gave such an idea. You can understand, many have bothered such a performance. Some lose to gain something, others find it to lose everything. An abscess on the human body.
The game of oxide and trace element is a necessity. And the operating time in this case is - ripening the trace element to the valence and the transition to another abode. The processed oxide, this is the occurrence or valence in performance.
Another game. When the oxide devours the trace element - this is the fulfillment of the role to the end - the mirage. This can not be in life, but there is still. Because, as a decomposed and eaten microelement in this way, you have to assemble yourself again, so as not to repeat yourself and leave your own potential for yourself. If it's Uranus, then it should be. Only the oxide does not take it (like a metal that has become a "stainless steel"). This is a long-term job. Here - for a long time, and there is a need to do it urgently.

So lived and live the worlds. We are fulfilling their roles. Whoever does it, we should not sue, otherwise the world will need a new scheme for processing junk, and we will not be able to continue. At the energy level this will be the end of the world. So there the game gives a highlight. Or the light here is what we find our future in. Since valence is comparable to us. Therefore, we, playing something, are still so far from "from" and "for". The solar game is with us, and we are in it what the road is needed for.
Baikal, as a diamond doom, having in mind all its constituent elements, in alliance with all. And what grew in him, he shared with Teletsky not only their memory, but also made his own bookmark in it. Concentration, that, as piranha, went on introduction. Comparison is inappropriate. But according to time, this will sound so far.
So, they, living and with each other, communicating, brought about the memory of each other. Brothers in spirit and in need. Is their friendship interrupted? Hardly. What is from the Creator, then - forever, and no matter how we try to break this connection, she, thank God, is alive.
On Teletskoye from everything there is a drain of already exhausted particles, and to Baikal - what is ready to be reborn into what is on the horizon. As Jesus and Buddha complemented each other, having cross-dressed energy shirts. At Baikal energy source Teletskogo (spent), on Teletskoy energy jacket of Lake Baikal. Therefore, the processes that are the origin of the flora are alive. The flower also has cross-pollination, however, like everything else.

Ended another day on the coast.
Graceful time of sleep. You are patching an energy shirt, but not to yourself, but to another. The one with whom you sit down for the game. The richer his shirt, the more far-sighted the game. And you will leave at a time where you need to unravel the knots, what is necessary for today. So it was always when the dust settled before the definition.
So it happened this time. The past is somehow refreshing and dying of horror from the visible. It's good that the visible does not cover the eyes. Let it be better to go out sticky sweat than swaddle our thinking again and again.
The night is fleeting, however, like everything else. The stars beckon and shout for an urgent return.
For some reason, Vorontsov remembered. Why persecuted her appearance?
Do not really want to know. It is visible, has got stuck once in it. The stars shout: "Home, Vorontsova!" I'm wondering why and how they can flicker and bring to justice. In the distant appearance I do not play. Nothing in common. Already everything is given once.
And now - a complete antipode of its own role. Has got out of the common cup this way. To soar above all together is better than all together with the shouts of "hurray" to go to the Creator with demands.
We saw everything in bloom, and here - in the marshy liquid we contemplate ourselves. We saw the sea, we feel salt in our own organism. Birch leaves transformed the flora, the one that after Baikal had a continuation. But now they are gnawed by caterpillars.
Everything somehow reminds us of today.
The creator also saw us in the wedding dress, ready to go to another house. And he sees that ?! This is better to be silent.
Now we rest after sleep. The morning is sunny, and we decided to go to the visible buildings. The lights and night do not go out there. Interest manifested, why? And nature beckons with its richness. The background is different, and the color of the trees is even brighter, and the grass is irradiated otherwise. Something all wrong? Having done local affairs, we hurried to those places where a picture that did not fit in at the present time clearly appeared.
After five kilometers we are at the target. It turns out that the nuclear engineers are working in that place.
The coast has a good descent, and the trains are neatly in a row. A small river descended into the waters of Lake Baikal. She pushed herself out of the crevice. Therefore, its pressure was not very large. The well-groomed shore beckoned to visit it, but the fence broke off desire. The background was really different. Birches, though not all, but were in leaves. Grass was not involved in photosynthesis. For her all this someone did. The inert particles moved the entire circuit somehow without definition, chaotically. As with artificial respiration, someone squeezed, and this one saturate the shore with a halal flora.
We went a little further. Everyone had a desire to go to the port of Baikal. There was no question of driving up.
This thought warmed us.

Everyone was in a good mood. As much as the background is raised here. As a note of fidelity, so do we.
Cheerful from the anticipation of fees, returned to the camp, where we are waiting for Yegor Ivanovich and Boss.
In the village we buy milk. Tatiana and Marina remained with the scientists to recharge the device for the camera, and the three of us returned to the camp.
Along the road they met foreigners. My daughter photographed my father, who had just arrived from the train. This train is not akin to "Matane". Brilliant with novelty and brave guard. First and second class cars.
Foreigners did not long bliss alone. Our compatriot hurried to them. All along the road she cried like a rattle. We were ashamed. But everyone was cooking in his own way. This is the essence of today's events, and it's not our business now who plays what. His fate, where are we?
Vorontsova makes her eyes clouded when she wants to do something for someone.
The line of good is very narrow. To cross it is a disaster for everyone. Like a bump in the swamp, sticking out - this is the reward from the Creator.
Therefore, to escape and escape from the problems created by scientists - they themselves found themselves in a cauldron with the current relationship. Supervision, viewing and everything else, everything that was once with me.
And now I hasten to throw off the shackles of today's events, without looking far, so as not to pinch the events that are on this.
Arriving at the parking lot, we, excited from what we saw and not visible, begin the division of products along the backpacks. Galina divides, I heat the bath, Natasha cooks dinner, Yegor Ivanovich collects fishing rods, and the grandson kicks the ball. Apparently, a good footballer is growing up. I wonder in whose goals will go the goals?

Memories flooded, and I plunged into the beginning of 1990 ...
Then someone very successfully forced me to write, the reluctance to do it was defeated. At work, there was one where, after some wrangling, a haze enveloped me, and I sat down to write.
It was written very easily, did not think about the text. But what was the surprise when, after reading what was written, it was correctly folded sentences, like a clipping from newspapers. One of the main thoughts is the current position of the Earth. Than it is entangled, what it is necessary to do to remove this negative, and what will be done in the near future.
She wrote, as it were, from EI Roerich and HP Blavatsky. And in our worlds everything is cleaned by itself, each after itself and purely in general.
People have learned who they are and who they were when they were alive.
The twist began.
If you want a dose of adrenaline, then there is no need to give up. Therefore, there was such a scripture that through it materialization took place. Well, even though my children somehow tolerated these miracles. From which there are still memories as in a dream.
The most interesting thing is that everything worked. From the flood calmly passed into another dimension. Only time runs somehow faster. Although, with such a life, when God will forget, and the revival is not visible at this time, we would have had "cranks", as the people say.
Where did I get the wave of the raging ocean from the violence of more and more particles, those that we conditionally call piranhas. There was talk about climate change. But the subtropical situation is somehow not about us. We are Siberians, the tropical air does not suit us. From an excessively damp situation pulls the smell of toads, swallowing and bloodsuckers. There was a picture where there are many swamps from the previous flood, crawling snakes and all sorts of nastiness. The fact that no longer embarrassed by himself releases a man.
Lord, are we really ripe for this swagger, and we are already ruled by this kingdom?
Although I had to endure all this on myself. Memory reminds of this. It was funny, it was nasty. What can not you do for the sake of the overall picture and restore the meaning in it?
And most importantly - I was very well explained that we are all going to the planned course. And therefore it is necessary to lift and pull the falling. Raise and drag to the intended result.
What's the hurry?
It was not clear, but the teachers of the local hierarchical chain do not argue.
So I entered a new game of local destination, for which I had no time to live for myself and my family. Running, looking for something.
"Come here, go there, let it do this or that!" They found the conductor of the "higher power". An amazing picture, if you take into account what you are controlling in the life of the swamp. And it is called the supreme power.
It's not for me to judge, especially since I came to play with a new hierarchical chain. And why not a degree of real life?
It would have been different. We would shine the real sun, and not the crater from external events. Or hell it can be called.

When an atomic nucleus, with the help of force, splits all that falls upon it, as in a flowing funnel that is over. And what falls from heaven, flocks into the must. As unnecessary - in the sump, and then poured into the heat for the red-hot particles, those that rush like piranhas to Earth. Why do our old minds try so that they do not fall in this form. Be able to catch a goal in your own gates and dissolve them to the rays caressing the eyes and body with warmth. It's not from what we get who is the heat, and who is the blow from our Sun. Today's spectrum of the Sun is so (the scheme of the new hierarchy).
Time will pass, and it will work like in real worlds, dissolving into us, and we - in its rays. Then what kind of infections and illnesses are we talking about? Bathing in pure Uranus - the Sun. It is both mother and inspirer to test yourself in a new distance, the one that is beyond the horizon.
What can I say about this? We have reached the point of total absurdity. What the true Sun has, it hurts us by irradiating. What is of itself now, then beckons everyone with their eyes.
And those who are constantly dragged on themselves, they appeared before us new teachers, not having their own feet, having a different way of advancement, they lead.
And according to the law of equilibrium, nature gave us, in a split form, Jesus Christ and Buddha. They have eliminated themselves from the common cup by their deeds and thoughts of themselves.
Therefore, apparently, Teletskoye and Baikal, participating in the life of the visible, but live their own. Flora replenishes itself with the one that temporarily flares up the firefly from the one that glows only at night.
And at home, a little night comes on the day (the birth of the day), so begins to pester what for the sake of invented was a game in the scribbling that. I had to burn those volumes. Miracles were too much. So I had to say goodbye to the great teachers. One dreams, the other fulfills. Tired of doing what the Lord will still ask! Adrenaline seems too much, if it takes for me. In everything there should be a measure. And measure on the measure. Karma is worked out. Now with a guilty head to the one who allowed to dip a pen in ink to write another confession of one soul, one that is trying to play for its Future.
And the teachers are grateful for the fact that in a comparatively short time I sank to the very bottom. Ink for pen is needed. Constant relationships through denial - this is the continuation of the game for someone who wants to go through the level of consciousness into the life of other events.
Cross-section in everything. Energy shirts are dressed day and night. So, the games begin to steep. And everyone wants to play with you. Apparently, therefore, in the thirty-fourth year, I was not able to leave, when the exit almost occurred, as it seemed to me then. But the children once responded to "SOS". Now not in a very visible form on the energy level. Unraveling is necessary, if only in order to know the true face of each individually.
The common cup in the game of communism has not passed. The level of consciousness failed.
And whoever moved this idea, Karl Marx and Lenin, what did they have?
Engels was a sponsor of Karl Marx. And who supplied money to Lenin?
The roots went to the same Germany. Only then Catherine number two sponsored in Russia. Here, on the sign of equilibrium, Germany did a service, only with a large return.
Earth, money and learned men working in the field of human knowledge. And control it through suggestion that you are like a mouse in a roof. Churning milk into sour cream and butter will not only allow you to get out of it, but also plenty of butter.
Why the hierarchical chain of excellence? When there is a more perfect road. Take from someone who finds himself on the road, pretending to be a bat. As a fox in the test, she was swarming over the wolf.
But it's not for us to judge this.
On that is you yourself. And if you do not go through the formation of God in yourself, then your accumulation will leak as a current into someone's home. If we do not remember this, we hang in this, trying our own destiny. If you come to check your own qualities, then you come into contact and check your own teeth for strength. And if you come to work out the qualities, then run from the one who is trying to help you in something. There will be no quality found in your body. In the sign "minus" - stay on Earth.

That's how they played. Tried to climb and climb. And imaginary teachers are the energy accumulation or accumulation of those energies that failed to disperse through the worlds. The Creator plays with us, connecting them to us, as a temporary entertainment. The shroud from the eyes flies faster. And we do not rush on all sails to the one who is in some way mired.
Thirteen years have been charged with desire, like you, Igor, and still want to turn everything around. Life is up to thirty-three years old, this is faith in everything, rejoicing every day. After leaving and entering the labyrinth, a different shade emerged. Gradually lost faith in what is.
I control, literally, everything at the energy level. And I do not think this is normal. If the Creator allows us to play such games, then we must trust him to the end. Only Perfection can do this. We are far from them. Otherwise, we would create a joint fruit and they were fed everything around. If everyone radiated love for everything, then we would involuntarily erase this performance from memory. In which we try to live. But woe to him who missed this Truth. Caries. He took a lot of measurements. And the Lord will sew so many shirts that need to be demolished.
It's easier for Golenkiy to return to the house. But this does not mean that someone has to rip someone for their own exit, given cross-pollination (ripening). This is a move that does not give a result.
And this combination is very difficult to dissolve. Many beautiful stones on Lake Baikal, but not yet grown those teeth that could have them split, without injuring the gum and not breaking off their teeth.
Reflections were interrupted by our girls. They carried twigs for the brooms. The boss was delighted with their sight. Squealing, trying to escape from the collar.
Finally, we are all together, and sat down at the table. During the evening dinner we discussed tomorrow and very enthusiastically talked about the achievements of our science, although they understood that these achievements are contrary to the whole world. The world that exists as if separately from us. We escaped from him, as from God. He does not hurry us to return, but we are drunk from imaginary freedom. Only that which hung over us, speaks of a long way, and soon b. What did we see? Achievements of our science in the whole field of life.
Here, on Lake Baikal, they read the particles that are fixed on the instruments at a given time. What leads to materialization. The brainchild of everything.
What can we do together?
Concentration of this can take everything. This is a piranha - a particle. Above the world, there is something that makes the soul grow colder and freedom is lost. And what are the bones without cells adjacent to them? Everything that the bone marrow originates, he needs an outlet into the body, which contains a cell, as a membrane, which determines its way through reactions that are from outside.
The evening went to the camp. Dismantled their belongings, took off the awning and went to the bathhouse, when the darkness fell to the shore.
Cold air heated the film, and it did not swell from the steam, as on Abakan in Khakassia. But all the same, we did it ourselves, and it warmed our soul from it. Where there is sweat, there is a loss of slag. The one that is from work, That is the charge. At the expense of someone - a complete loss of what he had. Multiply many of themselves by zero, this is indicated by our common term.
So piranha will have an entry into what breathes full freedom from everything. Two freedoms, and the difference is like a pole with a minus sign and a plus sign.
In the bathhouse, each other was whipped. Walking to Baikal did not give anything. As long as you reach the shore, it's not up to the water. A lot of bath was put in. They began to bring water under the frame and pour it over it. Contrast provided bliss. Only our freedom from concepts to what invisibly surrounds us, for some reason not everyone gives bliss.
To know is to do it or try to do it. If you do not know, then all to the fucking mother, as they say, which is perfect - true for later. We are trying to wash away from all the concepts that the time has imposed on us. What will come out of this - we'll see. So there was a sense of our bathing with Baikal water. After heating with heat, coming from the stones.
Sleep after washing is more fresh, as it seems to us in reality, but we had to go far to the showdown. The performance in today's day has bothered. It was necessary to disconnect from today's problems. With the help of the same battery, I had to do it. She has learned a lot. Rather, whoever put the meaning into it took a deep look. And how to put on a horse coat, instead of energy shirts. Gemini is a double nature. One - in the execution of all the pleasures that for him invented the local government and their idea-makers, the other part in itself, brewed in their own problems, those that are from the outside. So the twin lives in a mare halo. Disassembly night ended.
In the morning we were awakened by a dog barking. The duet of our dogs barked a person who had moored to us on a boat.

He was called the local inspector. Has forced to pay for operation of coast. Not quite familiar, but in Altai this also thrives. Only we, at least, have toilets and garbage there where to lay down, here are the pots in the general garbage heap that has not been removed for a long time. There is no money for this. I wrote out the receipt, although we hardly believed it. But to us - what's the matter? He broke the motor on the boat, and who will do it for free?
He said that during the storm fishermen were killed. Seventeen have not returned yet, but there is Hope. It's just a site of sixty kilometers, and such damage. How many sorrow in someone's houses. Sediment remained from his arrival.
We gathered early this morning, thanks to the inspector. The neighbors said good-bye very graciously. They gave them bread, which we had in abundance, and they hoped for "Matania" and left without it. We talked with them about Khakassia. Their master was from these places.
And we hurried from the place where the scientists had equipment to take information. How they figured it out remains a mystery, but they hit the center of events, that's for sure. The information went to Moscow and to all points of the world, as it seemed to me, judging by the impulse. Which country just did not peek here, only God knows. But our legs were carried away from the place where the information leak was in every possible way.
A group of foreigners also left. How much, interestingly, did you collect the information? But the impulse coming from the battery did not allow Gemini to pose.
The information should confirm that work is under way on Lake Baikal. Apparently, the sponsors require a report and do not fully believe in the good intentions of our great scientists.
It is interesting now who believes whom?
Although pensioners are very sore for those events that they are presented from the TV screen and on the radio. Here is the machine that crushes all its lies. From morning till night a false notion about our affairs, which are being created in the country. Although there are no cases for a long time, there is only one appearance. The Mafia constantly divides the sphere of its activity. And around these events the press ennobles their concepts.
How can you describe the events in Afghanistan? Represented as a revolutionary duty, but in fact, they, senior members of the party, need a more direct way of passing drugs into our allied countries. I'm sick of the middleman, a waste of money.
And our worlds were also fed up with idols. A person on the road to God can not be an intermediary in any case.
I, for example, are an atheist at the very beginning and until the end of my activity on Earth. Being an atheist, I am deeply believing in God and everything that plays the main role in the real world.
Atheism after the acceptance of God in his soul, it's like a combination in the game to collect in the Constellation and exit from it because of its individuality. So the planet is formed. And so in this world the Commonwealth of the Planets has some influence. Or the wind moving the streams like hands, mixing cards. And who will take whom after winning, he rules the local time.
So in the world of business - who took, that and rules. What the President plays in this, God knows.
Finally, a halt, and we again in the village, where scientists are very great development. Here, the business takes everything in its own hands, and the secret laboratories help them in this.
We bought milk, very tasty, as it seemed to us. They sat closer to the shore, and, crunching crackers, admired the place. Understood that this meeting will be the last.
August, and they raspberries only started to blush. All much later ripens. When they arrived in Slyudyanka, Victoria was sold there. We already ate either our own, or packed it in jam. People swarmed, engaged, who than what. Some of them dug pits and laid a wire, others talked among themselves, clarifying their affairs.
But we rotated. Glazili and the place where the Germans moved out and we left, collecting tents.
Invisibly dragged electromagnetic particles. Biocurrents were not from the station, but to the station. Although, judging by the energy fields, there was a convergence of spectra and the formation of an electromagnetic node, which, voluntarily or involuntarily, must go to decay. Just out of the decay was water, which it was supposed to do with the help of its charge. But the river was on, ennobled by the attention of atomic scientists. And she could not fulfill her role by the factor of human intervention. Moreover, the poles were replaced, and the fact that it was necessary to split, itself into the station went in a split form.

Now it is clear why the Moon and Mars are in a tense state. The role of the water of a small river was played by the Mars cloister. He, like a small planet, was able at the time to spray what has already matured and skillfully ready grain to fill the body of earthly origin. And the Moon folded its contents in the form of children to Earth. This is the stork that brought the children to Earth. But not through Lake Baikal, but from it, working at the expense of his ion shirts, growth was guaranteed, and updating information that came from outside and that descended from everywhere, giving great opportunities to the born person from the right entrance to these lands.
The Bible hinted at a lot. And the birth of children also sounded words. But here we had to make sure that Angelok did not descend to Earth by the Cosmic Laws. And if someone is born, then he is just a player. Has come to dolamyvat everything or return the old mechanisms.
Drawing conclusions is a useless thing. Everything changes right there. If you judge this, then the energy flows away to it.
 "Do not make a patch" - was also warned. Therefore, a glance casually caught a lot, but what I'm not interested in is let it sleep.
And what is interesting to all is the liturgy. The Lord sees everything and decides what to do about it.
And Igor and I go on milestones. Sticking things like notes. Some as "before" and here and there, others sat on "la" or "mi", etc. His business is to focus, my - to measure. So we walk in time, abandoned by us. If we interfere in local affairs, it becomes very bitter. What is full of this life. No one can stop himself from making mistakes. The robot makes the same conclusion.
In the computer room is very visible the nature of the operating units. One - touchy not in moderation, the other - loves himself and leads like a red girl, another - attention requires special, it often picks the master, sadist or something else. The list is the same as the characters of human, only with the word "very".
And we are going back on the road again. It is more interesting where you have not yet been. And we are waiting, walking on the rails, those places. The dog walked, limping, and even a fresh scar on its forehead.
In the morning, when we were going, our plush neighbor, unable to withstand his attacks, managed to grab hold of Boss. Yegor Ivanovich kept it tight, so the neighbor's dog was lucky.
Everything is like people's. Some hold laws, others use it. So we live, biting each other, one on the physical, the other - on the energy. One builds a temple for himself during his lifetime, living in it with his own content, the other keeps himself to avoid this situation. There is no golden middle, where everything would have been worthy of it.
Having gone the same way, we chose the parking lot. The parking lot was very cozy. Even the rays were lying neatly under the cellophane. The adventure network was on a different level. And here we were just tourists. And we were more interested in whether we will have time to return to Slyudyanka from the Port of Baikal on the Matana. Listvyanka needs to visit.
Souls came and came. The train was not inferior in length to the tunnels.
Even on the train, we were told about a paradise corner, where there is a Buddhist datsan and Arshan resort. Hot and cold sources stirred up blood for us. Therefore, we hurried, knowing our goal. Network on the fish no longer put, and the fishing rod did not try to fish. Our fisherman was not used to fishing in such conditions, others were not.
The night passed as if quietly, although it became clear that we, Igor, urgently need to unravel. Something was coming, and this something was very scary.
Still on the river Polovinka was represented the whole bottom of Lake Baikal. There the mountains grow, the horns are already visible. Horny childhood - apparently we got it hard. And, plus everything, I was reminded once again that I, all the same, laboratory implementation in this world.
What did they mean? Having destroyed my parents, did they have a slave?
Calculations all done for the near future.
Do not deny. And I do not deny it. Only the level of consciousness can at least take something from this world, so the truth is far away, and everyone is offered the path to it.
The spectrum of perception for each one exists. Only the performance is the one from which we have an entry or not. The frame is very specific. The laws are indicated from above. In order for the world to exist, it is necessary that the potential that gives the movement, and not crunching each other - a massage, and only. Therefore, the bulging situation in the waters of Lake Baikal was very sharp. Two flora did not have the formula of entering each other. And the eight between Teleetsk and Baikal were discharged by the same Belukha.

The combination is not for the faint-hearted.
Belukha - in the snow. And the cell of a new birth in a dead spot. And if it is heated, in this way, then we will all be very hot.
I do not want to think about it, but the scientists of the secret laboratories are too impatient. And the mechanism is launched with the help of all forces. Therefore, the second flora, the one that does not respond to the current situation, has absolutely no desire to warm up somewhere.
The nature is the main thing, and the measure. Yes, to interfere in the natural affairs - it will be lamentable. She suffers, suffers, shrinking into a spring and, at one point, a shot will occur.
What can stop it? Only the dominant power over all. But we do not recognize heaven, this is our main trump card in today's day. However, that to look ahead, we live today.
The night passed as always, very quickly. But if you describe all the events that occur this night, not enough for thousands of years. In this concentration we are at the moment.
And now it is morning. We hasten to make it faster and go faster, getting on time, what we lost on the coast, where we lived for four days.
On the way we met a stranger. He walked alone, holding a staff in his hand.
It looks young, but the look struck every woman. Answered our questions. We were more interested in the kilometers - how much is left. And inside everyone waited for the continuation of the dialogue. Not much then we wanted to let him go. Young, handsome and intelligent, which is rare. In appearance, very neat bum. On the face - kinoartist. And the energy shone from inner nobility.
We are not on the road with him, but we wanted to go near. He is a lover of peace and quiet in it. We tried ourselves to please the landscapes that die from our interventions. He left from the bustle, can afford this. Who he is and where, we did not think to ask, and yes. That a person spoils solitude, he - in itself, and we are also on our mind. Our roads have parted. He walked with a steady, unhurried gait, but we took fright.
Natasha, a little later, said: "I'm in love! What are his eyes! Clever and dreary look. " We laughed, taking off the inner heat of waiting for something real. What we saw, we were agitated. There are souls in Russia, from which they breathe purity and compassion for Nature, which is bent, like rubber, using as who can, who has what fantasy is for. Yes, and going souls for me, somehow suddenly became dejected. What they felt, I did not want to know.
Before the Port of Baikal there were eleven kilometers. It was still morning, and we have three days to go before the train. We were in time, and it was already a joy.
On the road there were mushrooms and berries. What is further from it, we took to replenish our own diet, not paying attention to the grumpy Boss. Raspberry kept up, red currants and strawberries here and there, in August.
Towards evening we reached the tourist base. I wanted a bath, but there was no light, so we were invited for tomorrow.
I saw Port-Baikal. We went to him, somewhere to sleep together. The place was chosen almost in the dark. Since there was no descent to the shore. The parking lot was somebody's fishing corner. The firewood, the folded fireplace and the smell of gasoline. The table from a thick board has got to us in the inheritance.
Everything was as usual. Welded, ate, and bought water from the pot. Marina, once again reminded of the consumption of hot water. If on Abakan or Charish for one mug of hot water there are two cold, then here - all the way around. How many fines, so many explanations. Since I was the first to dig up, but this does not mean that she will not get hot water. She so zavoszit, vlaza in all matters with the vein of the kolkhoz.
That night our tents were wet by rain. Although weak, but drying was necessary, and therefore we left the temporary camp almost to dinner. Walking, slowly, knowing that the turn of Port Baikal. Photographed, filmed on the camera the last kilometers by rail.

And, finally, we are in it.
The first thing they did was go to the store, buy fresh bread and sweets. Yegor Ivanovich with his grandson and a dog were in front. Sasha's sweet is contraindicated, but we do not. Though they were grown up, they wanted something unusual. Borscht from dried vegetables is already boring. Kashi - not very, but - yes. They typed, ate, and, almost everyone, thought that bread and drying were more delicious than their cakes. Unusual appearance, but the taste of the expected did not coincide with the taste of what is happening.
Our stomachs will move everything, as always, choosing what can replenish the glands and constituents of microelements of blood.
With what? We better not hear the stomach. We had to wit. And the blush relied on the cheeks.
The beginning rain, began to sprout more and more, alternating with a sunny day. And so the meeting with our men was already in the rain. But we all sat in the port on a reinforced concrete fence. And for the company with the men decided to try a salted omul, bought already in another store. Of course, the fish was very tasty, the ambassador is lucky. Bread was biting from our flour. Alei flour walks through Lake Baikal.
We decided to go to the Angara and spend the night there. The rain grew stronger and evening. Passing by one of the baths, Tatiana had long since not washed her "rare" hair (by nature fiery and with a shallow curl) offered to ask. Everybody liked the idea.
The owner of the bath was the owner of a private printing house in Irkutsk. And at him it was drowned by order for some visitors. After them we were offered it, for a certain amount and hay after it. After some debate, they agreed. Visitors from the bathhouse refused.
Our men with two masters of the master, washed themselves, poured themselves out with key water. In one word, we got a buzz from the bath. The second we went. We washed ourselves with some deviation. During the washing decided to flood, which led to smoke. Natalia and I, already ready to steam, sat in such a smoke that our eyes cried, although we covered them with our own hands. Where was it to go? The body was warmed up, and the owner flashed through the yard every now and then. Did not sleep. And we fought the smoke with steam. Tatiana, our scribe, decided to increase the buzz and smoked everyone.

The guys played with the most powerful machine of evil, violence and outright lies. At the same time, those souls that died from the introduction of innovations into our seemingly awkward life were used. The impulse was the strongest. The amplitude is fixed all. Therefore, Igor, all - in place, to avoid the emergence of a coalition. Repeat is withdrawn, as always, and this can not be confiscated.
To strive is the goal of the Creator. We have to play in his rhythm. Otherwise, we have nowhere to run. All the measurements were deceived by their presence. Iszmet, as a coalition, once. Now we still play it to nausea. Let us only in after, but in the continuation, as it once was.
When you were killed, the water went. Before the eyes, the Ob came. We have gone into another dimension. Time in it is shorter, but still able to play to restore the picture.
Now there is nowhere to go. The stone on the Angara speaks about it. The communication between Lake Baikal and Teleetsky was violated, which led to cross-pollination of water, changing the energy nodes one above the other. Like double uranium, charged with a fiery hydrogen mixture. Snake-Gorynych could be envied by a drawbar.
Condition - as after poisoning. Nauseous, the head itself is not its own, and it is understandable, the impulse is sent at a certain time. We must strengthen it through panic, which, it is likely, will awaken more and more new processes in the bowels of the Earth and accelerate the fruit in maturation.
So our tycoons will get the promised oil in a more ripe form. So the Mendeleev table will replenish, so the Earth will have an entry into another world. Only we are still alive and will live.
Panic is needed for writers and for those who need an artificial way out. I do not believe in this rubbish. I wonder what they will come up with? Should they be considered ahead of time? I think no.
Fantasy fades before reality. Apparently, to do this, and keep all the fools. The level was determined to us awesome, sorry a second time for this expression. But all that is, must enter only into the meaning of one word. Fig is looming in this time to those who want to have something at the expense of another.

On the bus we drive up to Arshan. The resort town rests on Sayany. Greenery, cleanliness and air. Bright appearance in nature in this area. Yes, and Martynov Zhenya was no less attentive.
We went into the dining room to pamper your intestines.
Having satisfied the hunger, we hasten to visit the Buddhist datsan. It was a fine rain. We went to the resort, where the springs were being beaten from the ground. Hot mineral water was impulsively fed, and a cold snort only. But tasty and that and another. In our stores - a surrogate, but here everything is alive.
There are also living spirits that do not rush into the skies, but wait for their ripening. But what do we care about them. Drank, took with them and went across the bridge. The mountain stream turned into a raging river. Carrying in ourselves all that pours from heaven, invading our hearts invisible to us particles. But not for us they are. We do not have the desire to merge with them in the flow of water and meet with the one who processes it.
If only on a catamaran, that's - yes! Only at the first turn will tear the stones and what we sit on, and what sits are travelers of this time. And then, in what you keep yourself, trying to go, then it will get stuck in the stones or will rush for a long time in turbulent streams, until the millstone of water is released from your embrace. Everything swiftly swept through my head, sweeping aside the thought-that would be a ride.
The road to datsanu was not long. Here were the peace of those who carry a different faith. Faith in human possibilities through faith in the elements of nature.
Women from Irkutsk met us. Explained the order of walking through the territory of the datsan. Alpine grass and the outlines of the mountains were so beautiful that we envied those who often come here to relax from the bustle of city life.
Cedar conquered with his appearance. Altai cedar is much more modest. And in Khakassia he was less bright. Here everything was expressed. As Andrei Mironov played brightly his role.
The stream separated two spirits, complementing each other during life. They did not interfere with each other here.

And in the window of the house, which is next to the datsan, flashed a bright lama's robes. Realizing that we did not meet with him just like that in the evening, we went to choose a place for tents. Everywhere mushrooms, no one collects for some reason.
The rain brought to mind the hayloft, but we were offered a house where there was a smell of fresh paint. My lungs are unlikely to forgive me. Under the cedar, they tied a tent and a tent under it. Visited the bath. The hosts were also the owners of the local bathhouse, where they washed and allowed people to wash. Their work is to us in joy.
In the morning they decided to go to the service in the datsan. And now they tried to dry things up, sit comfortably on the floor for the night. Our tent is already there. Waiting for the buzz, we settled down to the music of the drops.
The night under the cedar was cozy and sweet, as it was once in my childhood.
In the morning we were awakened somehow by Natasha. And we hurried to the datsan for service. We were allowed to be dumb witnesses of the Lama's communication with their god. Through his mantra involuntarily moved to that distant time, when God was One. Incorrectly constructed mantra again lowered at a given time. The young lama hacked, and it was obvious, as a small earthquake we feel involuntarily during this performance. That will exalt to the outstretched hands of a caring mother, then immediately this vision collapses. Lama is young, and therefore he does not understand the resonance that engenders in us involuntarily.
Much had to be seen and experienced during the throat. The root is one, but the branch that has departed from the trunk can be independent to the end. She is only a collector of enzymes, those that carry information about themselves and seek to tear themselves into the skies by a certain trunk. And leaves, like a numerous people, supplement the branches with oneself and originate in their leaves that they themselves form the light. That light, which seems to be from the skies, but it extinguishes itself that is still in an uncomplicated form. So it was always when the Reason rules.
And while the dust rushes, it is not ringed up to the end with enzymes, those that give birth and give birth to foliage. But the ring will be put on and in the ground level will be together - this is the destination of it. Being a wedding bride, certain sustainable morals are necessary. But the time is now, when the bride and groom are not yet connected with each other and the wind tells about their razzle. The dust is also shaken, fueled by something very inert. What do we have before this. We are still asleep for a big step. To be in value, we are wearing a wedding dress. Whether we are in it, or blurred to the extent of what is our sole business.
But the throat ended and we plunged into everyday life again. Lama is young, as it seemed to us then. We bought books from him and someone else. We went out to take pictures on the porch. At the stately cedar, everyone wanted to capture himself, drowning in soft long needles. Guide advised to visit datsan, where will be their main academy. Those who want to visit those places are many. We also decided.
The fees were fast. Especially since the morning the sun was shining affectionately. And in the forest is already a firearm. What kind of mushrooms grow there - a glimpse. We have none. Egor Ivanovich decided to surprise us with a dish of mushrooms. Our collected mushrooms he left, but took small honey agarics and some kind of lichen.
Warmly said goodbye to the hosts of the place and home. We hurried to the bus. We went to drink some mineral water. They walked around the bazaar. What is not.
Poglazeli and the way. At parting looked back at the mountains, and there was snow, and the tops of the mountains, like young brides, were ready to go to the altar. Beauty in everything. Mentally embraced these places, and the bus triped us to another datsanu.
The river, every now and then, appeared at the road, looping and replenishing with new streams, hurried to the Baikal area, to the rescue carried its rich waters. Falling into him or a little farther into the Angara, but her breathing sought to Him. She took off her last bonds. For the role was to wait for a certain intensity, according to the will of God and natural dependence. We are moving away from the visible spectacle. We rush to another datsanu.
Not reaching a kilometer three, we walk on foot in the scorching sun. It pleases us. For three days it rained, they missed the sun.
Construction was going on in the temple, and we were going to organize our lodging for the night. For visitors, fences are made, like pens where you can put a car, tents, a place for a fire, a table and benches under a canopy.
We took one of the sites. They brought firewood, put up tents and went to watch the hot spring. Through the fences, steam fell.
Methane water - swept through my mind. The way it is. We drilled a well, searched for oil, and hot water escaped to the surface. The place was sanitized, and now healing is ready. Nearby - hydrogen sulphide source. Ringed into another well.
People took baths. And next to a small hole on the people poured water, they enjoyed it with a cozy temperature. Cooler, and not beaten, but poured.

A national dish, similar to manti, was ordered at the market. Bought a drink of cream. They smeared butter on bread. His world lived vacationers. At the fires cooked food, went to take a bath, someone tried and fish, and who collected mushrooms. Our Yegor Ivanovich with his grandson and Boss tried to feed us with a soup. The fish avoided communicating with us.
On the very first evening we went to a local spring. Hot water swelled up my ears. The coolness of the night and the hot water complemented each other. for twenty minutes we had enough, then some tiredness overtook us, we hurried to the fire, changed our guard, Yegor Ivanovich and Boss. They stole anything from tents that can be carried away. We passed the trouble - all the same when guarding.
In the morning we decided to go to datsan alternately.
Lama met us somehow not very much. It was clear that he was busy with something. But he readily answered our questions, provided an opportunity to inspect the premises. Due to construction, there were no services.
Datsan was met by a local Buryat, talked. The world is small. He served with us. Arriving at the camp, we met with the whole group. They wondered where we had quietly escaped, although it was quite clear, once decided to individually visit the temple. But how can one go quietly alone if the tent is two-seated.
Tatiana and Galina also went together, and Natasha went after dinner. He talked to everyone and through Natasha invited the whole group to his place the next morning.
In the evening, before going to bed, we visited methane water. The dream after it is very deep. Apparently, she is from afar.
And in the morning at ten we are already at the llama.
The conversation went on familiarization. He was the main lama in Buryatia. I visited our places in the Altai Mountains. Believes that our Altaians are their kind. Their faith is similar, too, like twins. We did not challenge his judgments. DNA speaks volumes. In it we are all together. who falls out of it, dies afterwards. After the meeting, I stayed on for a bit to talk about today.
See the gods, I did not lie when I told him that I collect shamballas in one unit. My work does not concern anyone, so I'm sitting alone in this topic. For him it was new. It was a miracle for me to get everything from Nature. When from birth to all people dressed. According to the level of consciousness and definition, his words are sounded. And so, it's like a fish, but everything in it is there.
He told us how to go to the most beautiful place, where there are many sources, and everyone treats something definite. Examined and refined. The llama tried. And nature was different from these places.
Here the valley is between two famous mountains. Sayans shone with snow, and on others they gathered mushrooms and berries.
They told Yegor Ivanovich about our plans. He met with courage and this news. Dreamed for at least two days of fishing and just rest, but the plans changed dramatically after visiting datsan. We were even glad that we are somewhere waiting for sources, mushrooms and berries. At last descended into the hydrogen sulfide waters. We stood, breathed, and even drank. No other water was brought.
The fees were accelerated. Backpacks noticeably lost weight, and we, this time, not at all, even on the contrary. Finally, the way back. As the return of milk, we used the data of Nature on ourselves.
From the well, day and night, a decent jet beat, replenishing the water immediately ran the river. The separating terrain from the Sayans, marshes, do not allow them to approach them in this place. But, other mountains, that without snow, a few kilometers - and we hurried there. Leaving in mind those sensations that we received from communication in nature.
Communication went for the self-image of creating your own Future. The bookmark takes place right there. But we are blind and deaf. Barriers are too much, and they separate us from us, who live in a different time and receive parcels from here. Who that sends, it does not concern us. Although there is a time when it is no longer a great gap to open someone's parcel. The piranhas already sat down on it.
And we say goodbye to a cozy place where the main datsan will stand. Where as the shamballa the energy, arising (on this, about what it was a question earlier) was highlighted. Where business flourished and people were treated, making their own diagnosis.
And someone learned to be at zero, so as not to get into the local scrapes. The place for the test is chosen amazingly true. Exposure is checked by spectra. If everything was flown to Baikal, it was baked in ready-made form. See the finished grain and not touch it, who can do it?
I'm still imagining it, and you, Andrei, know this. Let me describe this place and see you in it. Therefore we go, saying goodbye to the beauties, but mentally saying goodbye to you. For the time being and before the meeting. We go to the valley of spirits. Whom they meet there, it becomes clear now. You are everywhere together, although life has scattered you on different points. But death united. Somehow do not get accustomed. As all can not be. However, this is just about no one asks.

Natasha has a problem with her leg. We go at a moderate pace. Here is the first halt at the very road.
They only managed to sit down, throwing backpacks. A light sigh immediately gave way to a heavy surprise. Three cars, having left the road on the local road, stopped abruptly and fifteen thugs made their way out of them like rooks (all in black). From one machine we threw machine guns into the other two.
"However, I went with you in vain," the words of our little boy sounded.
Yes, and we somehow became uncomfortable. Although, the lama also warned about the disassembly of the local mafia. And here - here it is, a panorama. Everything is like a movie. Only where are we? And do we need this picture. The brakes squealed, and the car rushed to the places where we had just been. The Lama is settling their affairs.
We also left for the road. We immediately caught up with the wagon, where the man himself offered his services. At the hay sat Natalya with small and packed backpacks. Thank God he was from the village where we were going.
Not a very quick horse, as it seemed to us, but all the same she left us very quickly. At home, she was waiting for a foal. And we, having lost weight from the back, became cheerful and happy. How much does a man need?
In this case, the backpack was reduced in volume, but replenished by the invisible, which was already bulging outward. What heaviness is stronger, only God knows.
And now we just laughed at everything. Everything was in joy. And the village was waiting for good news. The owner of the horse decided to give us a lift to the sources. He decided, and the horse was not able. As they sat on the cart, they climbed off. But Natalia and Sasha and our backpacks could afford it. Shook on the cart, and we looked at the life of the villagers. They paid the same.
We went to the store for bread. Drank a glass of apricot juice. The juice was indeed from apricot, which pleasantly surprised and pleased. Let the Buryats at least eat something else, from which time has pushed us.
The first halt was made at the insistence of Ivan, so our guide was called with a purely Buryat appearance. The beach was after the revelry of the river.
It turns out that for a long time rains were raining here, turning mountain streams into frenzied rivers. It rushed over them all that came across on the way and fell from the mountains. Strength and power did not allow even to think about bathing in them. Carries, it carries. The thought of the catamaran flashed and immediately disappeared. It's hard for fans to just ride the rivers.
Ivan was glad to escape from the house. Home wife and five children, and he dreams of the second half. Dreamer and a tourist in his soul. worked in the school as a joiner and all those who needed for auxiliary work.
Now he is harnessing a horse, rested from the cart. And we, without waiting for her, hurry up the hill. Although, it is surprising that the road between the mountains is almost canopy.
A few kilometers later met the first source. I did not want to try the water yet. Here - full worship of spirits. And we did not really understand what they were getting at. At the source hang rags on the branches, lie cigarettes, small coins and empty bottles with matches. We lied money and sweets, although we took alcohol. They were not greedy, they simply did not understand the rite. Ivan hinted to us that we need vodka - they missed the ears, yes, apparently, in vain. Something was coming at us invisibly. And that, one god knows.
The road was washed away by yesterday's rain. Therefore, before reaching the main sources, we rushed into the darkness to search for a clearing. Ivan still remembered the places where and what was. I had to go to the territory of the spa. And next to it we could find a good corner for tents and horses. We placed tents under fire from a fire. The idea that there may be snakes, did not leave. Yes, and Vanya did not hide what is. I wanted the tent to close tightly.
I was still in the daytime using a hydrogen sulfide mixture, so I immediately withdrew into myself. Went to bed.
The game was difficult. Throughout it was visible. Too beautiful places. There are many sources. The hospital. And in the mountains there was some kind of longing. Moreover, one mountain constantly clung to the clouds, and between them there was a discharge. In this place there was clearly ore. Most likely it was about finished gold. But not that artificially evaporates the scientists, but that it is red. After selecting the nature, the silver engagement. Yes, we got into places, lama made a ticket ...
Did he know where he sent us? Hardly. Now it's not about this speech. A tidbit can only be in a mousetrap. The fact that there is a natural trap, there was no doubt about that. How to get out of it? The morning is wiser than the evening.

Sleep broke the horse, which somehow fell in inches from our tent. I jumped with horror. It turns out that Marina and Natalia had not slept for several minutes, they listened to the stones falling near the tents. Only in the morning they were not there. Did they fall? It remains a mystery.
We are now opening the first layer, and he has not yet uttered himself before the definition. Therefore, we can not even know that the horse was trampling at the tent. This already happened when we rafted along Charysh.
As well as I can not yet describe what the wanderer-handsome man wanted to say.
So they met that morning. The men helped the horse to climb. She wheezed, and it was evident from all that she was very nasty about something, and she was dropped from all over.
Pious Ivan, inspired by yesterday's sun, decided to visit the sources, and today he was silent about it. He did not have any vodka. And here without an offering you will not make a step.
I also decided not to go. The trap is trapped. There is no exit from here. You will get drunk, though you will not become a kid, but you will serve some goat, that's for sure.
While they cooked, washed, the time came when they announced that my parents are capable of carrying us through the built-up traps. And in fact entered. The sun shone so brightly and gently that there was no doubt, it was my parents who supplemented the solar disk. Everybody felt new sensations on themselves.
And I thought that I would like to see the higher "I" and the rest. The girls said about it, they did not mind. Only those who were talked about, drawn by our desire, appeared after a couple of hours and immediately left without going to the places where we found ourselves at the insistence of the lama. Only he could not protect us as guests from the fact that he was hanging over this area.
Of course, nature can learn a lot, only the further course of everything is not seen by it. Therefore, we sat down in such a trap, where we would be ripped off, as once at the foot of Belukha.
So many years have passed, but the impression of the spindle remains. On Belukha you go, Nature puts on you everything that somewhere and something means. And then such nonsense begins that you remember for a long time. Thank God that nature does not like repetition.
Maybe repetition and gave us a chance not to be ripped to the navel, now it's not about that. And how the new spirits, who gave birth to themselves in Surenery, ran away from these places. Apparently, they still rule everything. Only in the current events they try not to muddle. To sparkle-yes, to solve and overcome-these are the ones that entered, creating new energies in themselves, and which they caught as a net and pressed to their table. Those who live a completely different life in those laboratories, of which we have no idea.
Acquaintance was. I can not say that it was very meaningful on the physical level. On the energy - a very bold combination to introduce their own thoughts about the realization of their capabilities.
Now and today (decided in laboratories).
Ripening went this thought as an opaque. What happened, only God knows, I, and in the laboratories too. Gemini is by nature, and the horse is prancing at this time.
And now we are admiring nature. Lama is right, here are very beautiful places. Come, caressed by the sun on it. Ripe rosehip adorns the shoulder.
A kilometer two - a suspension bridge. The river is boiling, adding to its weight due to the creeks of medicinal and rains, which is clinging to the mountain more often than it is supposed to.
What do you say, Victor Tsoy? Why are things like this happening here, when the formation is due to a strengthened move? Are you also hidden or waiting for your time? I vazhu, God forbid that you were the last player I was looking for in the game and found.
And now we entered the Earth, where the lamas made their way to the healing springs. Each brook has a plate, from which disease. And most importantly - a wooden flooring kilometer two across the site sources. There were people going after the water and returning with it.
As the lama said, the Buryats have one treatment - water.
We walked along all the bridges, tried every water. The minerals collected in it supplemented the Mendeleev table.
A unique place, only the collection of those particles is broken. They do not give a clear crate. The face is washed away, so the mineral is not capable of charging that ion, which will complete the whole picture. As a venerable artist, the final stroke (a smear) plays an important role. So it is here.

The blood of the Earth is oil, these minerals are composed. And we in our intestines tried to dissolve its contents. But, like we lost in the soul of God, so the water does not have such a component. It is visible, therefore, it gives a rusty coating.
Drank, wanting to restore the memory of the processing of minerals for the proper formation of their blood. The spirits laughed: "Drink a glass of oil, then all the processes of grinding one into another will be remembered."
If we could, then you would not hang over this place, replenishing yourself with the flora of microelements, which, in addition to God, give the rest of the movement in the spheres.
My business is to wake, although I was hoping that Victor is the last player in my life.
Yes, apparently, everything is not so and not always, that I want to happen just like that. Therefore, having tested the water, we are very relaxed. The film was taken with landscapes. Myself was captured as a memory at the source.
Iron dissolved in organisms, which, like, and is useful for the body, only did not supplement the ion. And what is this implementation without moving further? Shock.
Shock treated, as well as increased current, if in moderation.
Divine nature, only God does not exist for some reason. A snake glides over the stones. Here she has a place. Where she is, God's concept is lost. Visibility is made by those who are in a hurry to help when they hear "SOS". Only young spirits can react to this signal. Doubting the Creator.
"Faith will save you!" - the words sound. Therefore, at least get drunk with holy water, the saints will not just become so, at the expense of someone.
The stopped processes in Nature are temporary, as the piranion particles are pacified. And God is where they shake from their introduction into the bowels. The amplitude is audible from the introduction of cold water into itself.
I am writing about the valley of spirits. And thoughts wander in Barnaul.
The earth is trying to calm the new particles. After twelve days, the guys refused to block the satellite communication, and rightly so.
If in the mountains there was a clear division of spirits into ours and not ours so far. (Their time did not come to know the laws of evolution.) In the temptation they are still a cold serpent, who have become through them. Here and there, it's time for us to split into two fronts. Some will help rock the bowels through sowing panic and, thus, warming up the piranha particles in the bowels. Others will calmly react to this news, thereby supporting the work of nature over it, helping God, whom we called through prayers to help us.
The chiria has grown fresh. The amplitude is too high. Rocking very much. The chirium will break out, it will not only be painful and sickening, but we will fall pus on someone's head in the universe.
That's the breakthrough of scientists beyond the solar system ... Laughter through tears for someone.
And I believe that everything will be OK. As they say in this time.
We are weaving out of the words (like matting) of the cover. So that the umbilical cord protruded more slowly and we could sleep peacefully, not weaken from a loud child. So it was always, and so it will be forever.
The cradle swayed to put the crying child to sleep, and not to turn it from the cradle.
Time division is a given time. We all make it up for our own separation from the common cup. Therefore, there are not here those who knowingly grumbles at the events.
We are hostages of a temporary departure from norms in behavior. Who is pleased with himself? Units. It is evident that something has taken place. But this is his one and only business. The step of entering into another world with its own luggage. What exists here, then in the invisible is. Same. The border, as a border, is difficult to cross without passport data. What you carry in your pockets, too, will check, time is like this. Etc.
While we are shaking, dust settles in the bowels of the Earth.
Topk replenishment, and even what! To lower steam in the boiler is a necessity. Therefore, volcanoes will work in different places, releasing an internal heat on the surface. Scientists believe that it can be released in one place.
Step leads to Infinity. Just what kind?
What are some of the savings?
And what is it about? To this we will return.
And now we are in the valley of spirits, which do not have enough moving particles. A man tries to split something by his own flora. The result is, only the spark is weak, and the wind is rampant. The concept of God will return all the processes the right direction.
In the meantime, we rejoice in the Sun, it heats, as in childhood, in the valley of spirits.

A vivid example for neoplasm (cancer), we hasten to saturate it (irradiating) or cut it. Only that and the other does not change the character at the energy level. From the irradiation the body is oversaturated, which leads to its complete destruction. When they cut out, it is interesting, where they plant. If a conscientious organism, he will take it on an energy level to himself. If not quite so, then replanting in another is fraught with consequences later. The Boomerang law will work the moment it is not expected. So it was always. And there is still, as we have not yet woven a new world. Where would everyone be comfortable. And he lived in it without traveling through measurements. How?
Why are you following me, a blue-eyed wanderer?
I'll write about laboratory research a little later, and this will already be in the book "Return."
Now we are still on a campaign and we are collecting our past, where we are all together, and we are far from being cramped. Stay in bliss and love. As in a cozy house. But sometimes it would be desirable to learn on itself the hardships of the field, as earthly travels into what our past was built upon. Biting his own tail, although now he bites us. When we learn to love everything that is, then we will dissolve from the given time.
In the meantime, we are collecting in the long journey Catherine Dmitrievna Vorontsov. It protrudes like a mountain, and therefore, everything merges into it for now. Changed her appearance to the concept of Helena Roerich. Although in the past Catherine played venerable players, the sum of the energies such as Vladimir Vysotsky, I. Talkov, V. Tsoy, A. Mironov and E. Martynov. Form formed time. Cross-pollination produced fruit.
We swing in Barnaul. The rhythm is not yet in tune with us, and we are weak quitters. Digging the past, and the Bible says that the future is built on the past. And we, like gypsies, put on a lot of skirts and rummage through them, looking for the one we'll wear tomorrow.
It was about modest dressing, "it's easier for a naked person to enter the kingdom of God." And we created idols of ourselves, and on this are built castles, which now need to be torn down, so that we ourselves can leave.
We removed the veil from Vorontsova's appearance. What does this understanding give us? We leave the temporary traps. Here the word temporal sounds like with one stress, and with another. Because, as we have already encountered laboratory inventions. What is behind this?
It is evident from everything that is done from the general breathing of the temporal impression. While he is hovering over us, it sounds like a goat battling us. And when the situation is sorted out, it will be greeted from the Far Cosmos, which awaits us in its time, which is not temporary. In the meantime ...
In Barnaul - a panic created by someone skillfully and not very much. The ship is rocking. Who is that in it will play? This is an individual matter. I'm sorry for those who frighten and who it concerns. I think that time will determine everyone individually at a very or not very stable time.
The energy end of the world is coming. I hurry to unravel the knots, so that the thread flies into the eye of the needle, and does not settle in it because of the knot or small nodule. Everything matters. And even stress in this or that time.
In the meantime, we are in the valley of spirits and try to go out so that something does not break. But the Far Space, or as long as the goat for us, does not let us out of our embrace yet.
Only through two perfections that like to enter the Earth unnoticed for everyone and quietly play everything that is here, and just as silently create a new attitude to everything, something that can only be our own. Like juice or blood, it has no repetition. The formula is one. The ability to make up everyone's own. There is a consonance of blood, but not compatibility. And now we are just working on a consonance. It sometimes, and maybe more often, it hurts more than it would be desirable.
The shroud alone has left, having disassembled a situation in a valley of spirits, has overtaken another. The beautiful face of that veil, this one is even more beautiful.
Why did you, Sergey (conditionally), appear before us that day just a stranger?
And could say: "Hello." Or, at least, he sat down with us in the clearing.
We wanted to, but could not hold you back. And you, apparently, are divided with us by this time and a lot of barriers.
You have managed to collect all your time. That did not spoil your appearance. But in what you are already brewing, going on the evolutionary circle - nothing in common. Here you are inaccessible.
Whether you are wandering, in fact, it is so simple in Baikal or sitting in the laboratory, picking our brains. In another place it is possible to slap, no, not to kill, but simply by the naked favorite pope, as Makarevich sings, only in the sense of another.
Already born, containing all the systems. The look of Itself has given you this to do. And what you did, your savings before your eyes. You hasten to open up, while in vain. Together we will promote this time. Sew more and more new dresses, so that the umbilical cord is tightened when the delivery is successful.

And now the Altai is shaking, shifting the layers, those that are ripe not to the time, with the help of our own brains. Only we were not their masters, but what was done in the secret laboratories. They skillfully weaved using us, since we still did not have the right to drive.
In the Altai Mountains, people have a fear of the wildness of Nature. Who is responsible for this?
I think that those who warmed their hands on this and stuffed their pockets at the expense of accelerating the processes of the Earth. Wealth falls into one hand.
In the year of Aquarius is fraught with consequences. There are a lot of events here. The collection of energies, those that have recouped in the Cosmic progression.
Through the umbilical cord, the child receives reinforcement. Barnaul is this umbilical cord, where there was a descent, and the reception - a kind of funnel. About what it was not necessary to hide. The information was opened.
The environmental program is rejected in due time, and now we are sitting in the same. The center for providing people with safe methods of recovery, just in case, if there is a kind of irradiation or overexcitation, also rejected. Although natural processes do not entail consequences. Therefore, everything was rejected when it was offered.
What do we have now all together?
Nature was awakened like a bear, when he, and here she, wished to have her own solitude. The result is a umbilical massage and heating of the piranha particles.
Why did the shaky earth beneath us?
Let them answer for it.
And we, still, are trying to get out of the valley of spirits. We cook semolina porridge from the last cereal. All that is left, we give to Ivan and pay off with money.
Alcohol, as soon as it fell into his hands, he immediately poured into a mug and went all to sting it. In our customs, they remember alcohol that is already at the graveyard. And he already does not care (there are no faces between the players), just to get rid of him. And he managed to get out of nothing (the world forming). What is untied from the memories, only God knows. Entering the spirit of the rocks through the local concept turned out to be too tough for us.
We ate porridge and fed it to Ivan, our guide. As far as he is a guide, God only knows.
Thoughts were again taken to Barnaul. I remembered the time when someone was very vigorously awakened. I was then thirty-five.
We woke up very long and hard. Mantras from the mouth of my mother and father sounded in the rhythm of the song. Long heavenly music (muse) poured, awakening from a long sleep in what is nowhere else. How and when could be born here, God only knows. But the muse was pouring every morning. The change of energies has already been successful and very difficult at the same time.
After thirty-three I finished my journey with Vera in everything. I began to believe in the reality surrounding me. I had to see everything at once. A very tough performance, where the words of a very handsome wanderer in life fit in. Sergei stayed in memory for a long time. Let it be. Igor is what I call what moved from my father.
At the first meeting, and, most likely, the second, Sergei told me: "You can not work and do that job for which you do not get paid. It will destroy you, and they will pass through you. "
The auditor-seer turned out to be right. What could I then answer?
You live as under communism, and I have a goal in the scheme of our life - the construction of this communism. I'm still, and you are already.
I came, as it were, with a check from a distant Moscow, but I went to you, carrying my reports. I was then twenty-six, as once to my father, who left prematurely, as they say.
What have you come for? For me, it remains a mystery. What to stir up, then what happened to another mess, which marked another story in the exit from here.
Now I remember already what happened after all this.
When, at the very beginning of the nineties, a gathering of mountain spirits occurred, they shouted so loudly about the end of the world that it was not very convenient for Galina Kolesnikova, our beginning poetess. They shouted and called for help. She apologized to Galina and went out to talk to them. "What are you shouting, you unbelievers? Why the end of the world? Will there be a continuation? "At once the cry of souls in the bird's appearance fell silent. How many thousands, did not consider, only all the trees were strung busty venerable figures, behind which guessed their ranks. Those that were smaller were sitting on the lilacs. What is larger - in the middle. The rest are at the edges. Czelad and guard, but all of the same suit. The hierarchy is observed. We also observe it with the exact opposite. And in the golden serenity is what holds the reins.

So fate brought me with those spirits that now they keep a good tone with us after an unsightly night. In the night - other rules.
And today in the daytime, those spirits that are the Day Everywhere play. Joyful mood around, but the soul languishes in a tearful impression. The ionization process is stopped. This, apparently, happened when they were shouting about it under the guise of birds. Now there was an energy end.
What it is?
Too much topic. We are denied help from above.
And do not we have our own strength?
The Lord rewarded everyone with memory of himself. The Creator, we borrowed his past clothes.
This is enough to keep yourself in this world for a long time. Who will take advantage of this as his one-man business. That's how accents are made to certain circumstances. And the move is done by ourselves. The right choice - a guarantee, the wrong one - is in front of you in the answer. What does God, the Creator, and the Creator?
In everyone, this is all there is. Own hand makes that movement on the strings (we woven time), what kind of music he wants to listen to. Muse, rock or pop. Each has its own, each has its own taste.
Only with this understanding can you leave the mountain valley. Where the gold-bearing mountain (as my woman kept the red gold, waiting for her brothers from the north, parents no longer dreamed of seeing) beckoned with her sparkle. Only the soul is deaf and blind to the attraction of the gold of gold. It is sought by those who have built their own model and dream of moving to another civilization, and there is overheard a bundle that must be untangled and taken for either truth or foundation. True, through these are seen the one and the other.
Apparently, therefore, we were reduced to fate with Sergei.
In the meantime, we are on the fast track. Vanya is harnessing the horse, and we are our backpacks. So many of them are imposed, only God knows. The horse while the backpacks will be lucky to the track. On this we will say goodbye to the very "hospitable" mountains. I wish I could, but life dictates other conditions. A full backpack of knots.
And we are still in the mountains, where the river is raging, flowing into Irkut, and she is already carrying her water to the Angara. This is the plus, which helps the piranhas to decompose into silt and mica basis. And then the Yenisei?
We can not talk about it right now. Next Wednesday this is possible. In the little one, the strokes will settle, and now we will meet on the road from the valley, a woman resting in the sanatorium.
From the north it looks like a Buryat, but not a Buryat woman, she said that it was here for the first time, but we had twice in Altai, rested in Belokurikha, liked it very much, said that the omul can be bought in Irkutsk and a few days to be quiet for him . We walked, it was to her surprise. I used to relax in the resorts. The North allows. The difference in money is palpable. What has brought her here, God only knows. Everyone has his own destiny, we need to deal with his. In the other, no-no-no. So I decided. Whether it is right, my problems.
I had to see and learn a lot, I have to put my thoughts to rest for a long time.
And finally we are moving away from a friendly meeting, as it seems to us in the visible. But not everything is sweet on the energy side.
Results were summed up. In all it is visible. Point and point, and inverse. Continuation throughout can be seen. If the mental has already taken place, then on the energy level something is raised to the power and shaken to the common coin box (the Earth). There is no clutch even in this place. What can I talk about in another? Here already a shadow has fallen for a day, and it reigns in the day it depicts. These inventions in the form of teachers obscure the eyes.
Everything was warned through Jesus Christ. What to do with water in a mortar? Like the Angara in the reservoir.