I do not
know where I am, but everything will become clear soon. One moment, and we will
be at the mirror in which I will see the image of a role for both of us have to
play. I still do not know -my human is a man, woman, child or elderly person,
and the environment in which he lives. Now he or she will wake up and probably goes
at the mirror. Then everything will become clear, I will see the image, which
bear my light and our joint role to play in this life. It is, of course, may
not know, but it is easier if one knows, because then you can prepare for the
expected load, develop an action plan for a fixed target. You may find that my
carrier do not approach to the mirror, and then our common social role
clarification will need to use other methods - people always have any habits,
which may establish who they are in this world. I am the light of which they
usually do not think about thee, sometimes referred to as the soul.
Well that
time has come. My man really has awakened! He rises! Oh, the horror! What's
happening to me? I feel that chalk, no, rather pulls me like a whirlpool,
whirlpool pulling down - ever lower and lower. I understand that I did not see
it in the mirror, even if my man to come closer, because I no longer in the
upper part of his body, but I am far below. Maybe it's the stomach, intestines,
or maybe something else. I understand that will not be easy, because I am in
the deep darkness...
I remember
how once I was in the girl who frequently talked with me. She knew that I am
and what should be done so that we both would to feel good. This awareness led
her to be very responsible and do only good deeds. She once tried to do
otherwise, and I fell into her neck area, then the place where the lungs, and
my girl got sick. Girl was rescued with her own sensitive heart, a clear
consciousness, followed by true repentance. At the time, I again became easy
and joyful, then I came back with dancing to the part of her head and her eyes
of agleam delighted any good mind people.
Now it is
quite different. I do not even know how low I am fall down in his body. I think
that it is the foot, because I do feel neither his heartbeat nor breath nor a
bowel movement in the area. I feel just the rhythm of the steps... I do not
feel right.
And yet
more and more taken over by curiosity - where am I? Who is this man, who paid
no attention to me, which is completely pococurante? I think I'm even a little
traumatized, and therefore do not know who he is! I should have not to
remember, but to be known - though!
I'll try
to guess. Maybe that takes me at least entertain and give greater impetus to
climb to the top. All souls must be at the top, while the carrier is still
alive, otherwise it is impossible to relax and get away from your body!
Therefore, we try to make every effort to resist the pressure from the top and,
if necessary, help other light carriers to be where they should need to be. So
who is he? Maybe my man is a politician? No to either as they tend to be
deceitful, but to fall down to the feets we were very rare, only in certain
exceptional cases. Politicians we usually are around the neck-tie area,
sometimes it happens to fall on his stomach, but bellow, at least in this
country - never. Some official speculator or a criminal element I was till the
abdomen, but not a politician. Maybe it's because they often have to look in
the mirror or on the TV and see himself from the outside? They may not look too
bad, because then they would not like neither sponsors nor voters. Stomach - it
is the lower limit below which a politician can afford to let down the soul.
So, my
carrier is indeed coming to the mirror, but I do not see his face or other
parts of the body, not even a trace. The lower edge of the mirror is definitely
at least forty centimeters above the place where I am.
Look
forward to when he (or she) will ignore any sound, or something will wash your
teeth or begin to shave. If I am inside the woman, then she should be painted
eyelashes and lips, if I am a man, then he should shave. Also, the natural need
to be able to tell much, but - nothing. Front of the mirror, he even did not
stop, just passed, but then - just made the mellow spit on the floor ... I guess I am in the man - in a thoroughly
great who did what who knows , if I'm in his foot. And I do not have any
experience how to take off the feet! If he immediately someone prick with a
dagger into the ribs, I shall can not to emerge from him! Only if he fully will
decay along with all the coffin, or - he completely burn, or someone they eat
... I feel bad ... It is necessary to climb to the top. Oh, if he himself
should understand how it is important...
I need to
devise a strategy very quickly, because with such dreary man may apply
everything. Faith, hope and love are the three things that need to get in his
consciousness. My sisters in other people can to help me. Get access to my
heavyweight consciousness of my man is possible through a dream or through
other people. Sometimes can to help animals or nature. It see, with whom he
will meet, what listen or read, where he will go, what look, what will be his
reaction. I'll invent of something! The main it is necessary to do the hurry
today, because it may be that tomorrow everything will need to start again from
beginning...
O, what
about the voice ... He went into a small corner pub and asked a pack of
cigarettes. I do not know if he bought it or the lady gave him a packet of
free, since no price was named. He demanded that, took, put in his pocket, coughed
and went back to the place from which had come, sat on the edge of the bed, lit
a cigarette, drew considerable smoke, then lies down and continued to smoke.
I was able
to calmly look at the small room. There was nothing, except for a bed, a small
nightstand and the mirror on the wall. Floor decked old, damaged parquet. It
could to be a cheap rentable room. Fortunately, there was also a window which
is not obscured by curtains or blinds, or the gridiron, and the view of it -
really enjoyable. Was be seen recently restored the neighboring house roof,
elderly ash-tree, sky, beneath which seemed - a simple courtyard. Through the
window could hear the clack of children and a cat's meow.
There he
slept an hour or two. Then stood up, picked up from the shelf of the nightstand
one hard subject, put it in his pocket and started nervously walk from one wall
of the room to the other. It is possible that he had tryst a meeting, but maybe
had to execute a task. I tried to move up, but his thoughts severity was insurmountable
and I had to stay where I was.
- Help me!
- I called. I needed help from the outside - something like gravitation of
light. However, the sky slowly began cloud and even started a bit of rain. I
did not know what to do, because the move was not in my power. I felt as if he
were trapped on the bottom of ball what are full with something hard and heavy.
Of course, I could to expect when he fell asleep again, and then use the signs
of dreams, but I was afraid that once again lose a sense of orientation and any
notion where I located. Now I had already something known and I could only
expect a favorable moment to act hastily.
I need to
have a little patience. He's definitely a need to meet with someone and there
will be one of my sisters. She could to help me - to pull me a little bit up,
and give to my man some hope, and then I could to move closer to our goal.
Time
passed, but he still went back and forth. Then suddenly there in the stairwell comes
hurriedly women's steps that fell silent at the room door. She came in and
man's breath stopped. He feverishly began to nibble jacket pocket lining and I
am using the case hastily pulled up from feet. Stop! Yet further would not be
possible - the main to stay in the assumed position. Woman looked into my man's
face and in her eyes appeared tears ... But he did not respond, but pocket
lining nibble stalled. It seems that she was a painful memory, which could
cause the emotions similar explosion.
- You are
pig! - He said, looking through the forehead. - You're a bitch! How did you betray
me! Now he fucks you? How many times a day he will take the front? Did two? Maybe
he did six? But maybe they'd all fucking you? A whore! And on my money he bought
these rags for you? - He grabbed the woman behind her wavy flowing hair and
slowly pulled present.
Despite
the rudeness that he said, I felt better and better, and now I moved up. Now I
was there, where we usually are in politician’s bodies - somewhere near the
neck, only this man had without tie. To the women's face at moment appeared
fear, but then she began to cry loudly. He suddenly softened and I almost
jumped out of his neck and shone in his eyes!
- I'm
sorry, Vik! They will give back all money to you - I promise! Now they have no
other option - all schemes crash and money can no longer act as freely as
before. They have no chance to legalize! We will be able to start all over
again. I love you very much I expected you. Please, please forgive me...
The couple
embraced one another and stood in silence. Behind the window the rain abated
and again began shine sun. Children clack again filled the courtyard and I
looked in the mirror with pride. Through it I saw my sister who shone in eyes
of the woman. We all are two.
