- Yes, - Angel said, - if they would prevail over their nature. There is very little time left, - he added.
- Little time left ?
- When clock’s arrows will be on the top, - and Angel has become silent for a moment, - very interesting events will start to happen.
- The world will be changing ?
- Definitely.
- Can I help people realize what is awaiting them ? – I asked hopefully.
- Certainly. It’s all in your forces and in the hands of God. And I, too, won’t abandon you, for certain.
- How I do love you, my pure Angel ! – I have exclaimed with tears in the eyes.
- I know, - he smiled mildly. - Come to me, allow me to embrace you in my wings.
- Thank you, Angel, thank you so much for hearing me and caring of me ! Let us never part from each other !
- Yes, let it be so, - my Angel has tenderly answered, gently covering me with his white wings. – Let’s start to always hear each other in the long last…
20.10.2010
We are
We are no longer the ones we used to be. Our past burned in the flame of self-rebirth, leaving the place for the Now, which has become a bridge to the Future.
Our path lies in the Eternity, and only we ourselves can pass it.
We all feel the breath of Universe inside us, and our hearts beat in rhytm with Hers.
We are both old and young - for each of us is like innocent child in spirit.
We foresee, not knowing for sure. We rejoice at the beginning of a new deed and feel sadness finishing what has been started. We love to transform believe into the trust. For without trust there can be no love.
We accept this world as we managed to make it. And it will never be in our right to blame someone other for human mistakes.
You may call us as you desire, for your mere words are unable to alter the essence.
No more we have names, yet each of us has kept his essensial "I".
We enter the battle in time and we know not fear.
Curses and blasphemes of the Sleepers are the stones that only strenghten our arms, holding the shield.
Wrath and hatred of theirs is the smoking fire. Yet the tears of the heaven will once extinguish it.
We live, fighting, yet the battle is not our final goal. For it is transient.
We are so different, but in this battle each of us is a warrior. And each holds his unique weapon.
Weapon of yours is able to destroy you whole, yet weapon of ours is greater.
It changes minds. It alters hearts. It transforms ones struck by it forever.
For this weapon is a weapon of spirit. Nothing in the world is comparable with it.
Our enemy is strong, for he is bodyless. That is why we are given this weapon.
We fight desperately for we know no death. The one given the Blade Of Spirit has already died before.
We knew not the timing, but were intended. We knew not ourselves, but were called for. The time will come - we'll be recognized. For great the battle is.
Rejected ones will join our ranks. Enlightened ones will join our ranks. The Newborn ones will join our ranks. For great the battle is.
The heavens cries at humankind's blindness, for even they have feelings. Yet there is always a dawn coming to replace the night.
The time is rushing forward desperately, changing the world in a single vortex. And we are at the forefront of it.
Always we are with you, for we do love this world.
So say We - warriors of the New Age.
13.08.2010
When the Sleeper awakes
- Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ?
- Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know.
- The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will … Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ?
- I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability.
- And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue.
- And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe.
- Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable.
- So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs.
- And what about the Awakened ?
- He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up.
- Beautiful little one, isn’t he ?
- Certainly.
- I am so glad about him.
- So do I.
- Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ?
- Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected.
- Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex.
- Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless.
- And what about methods of shock therapy ?
- Yet to be applied. Already soon.
- Have been the patient informed in advance ?
- Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face.
- They are already on the face ?
- Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so.
- And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence.
- A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet.
- Do you believe that will help ?
- Such probability too cannot be neglected.
- Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ?
- Shortly before that.
- And then ?
- It’s for him to decide.
- Do you think he is still capable ?
- I hope so.
- Well, and how does Awakened one fare ?
- He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one.
- I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper.
- By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support.
- Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know.
- I will consider your option, mister Admiral. I will consider it …
10.10.2010
Yet unfinished story of one spaceship
- Have you called for me, Coordinator ?
- Yes, Admiral, take a seat. Tea, coffee, an ambrosia ?
- I would not refuse an ambrosia … but, perhaps, somehow another time. Business is too urgent, as I understand ?
- And with no delays possible. The rates in this adventure of yours became too high.
- Mister Coordinator, I understand everything, but after all we ourselves have started this experiment together to …
- I have transferred this ship along with crew under your responsibility, Admiral, under your full responsibility – do you remember ? You have promised me that everything will be as smooth as possible.