We all are two (mēs visi esam divi)

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.