Moses and the people approached the sea when the chariots of Pharaoh appeared on the horizon. Moses turned his back on the approaching threat and entered deep into the radiance. Its essence returned him to the time when he, as a child, jumped on the waves on the shore. When the waves were strong, they knocked him off his feet, rolling him on the sand. Then, he remembered how after reading the book of TRISMEGISTUS, one day he went to the seashore ... there were strong waves there then too. He entered the water up to his waist and began to look at the incoming wave. At some point, KNOWLEDGE flared up in him with action, and the waves began to part before him, not reaching him. Then he repeated this with the waves many times and mastered it more and more ...

"Moses": a cry tore him out of his thoughts... "Pharaoh's chariots are approaching, we will perish..."

Moses looked at the huge blue silence that stood as a barrier between him and the promised land, raised his hands up and said "PART THE SEA".

The priest led the young man to the pedestal where the book lay.

"Here it is. The Book of all books. For hundreds of years we have been trying to understand it, but from the moment he left us... the miracles described in it and which he did easily ended. He said that the code of life contained in it would be seen by the worthy. And that he would come. For many hundreds of years we have been praying and trying to penetrate the essence of the code, but... not a single pharaoh has been resurrected... Maybe you will succeed... "the priest finished and, bowing before the book, took it as if it were made of the most delicate crystal, handed it to the young man in white...

When he opened it, something warm, sweet and familiar blew over him. He listened to it with all his being... "Home!" his heart said to him, he smiled and honeyed bliss spread across his face, and the air around him began to sparkle and shimmer with radiance. The priest opened his eyes wide in shock and fell to his knees before him...

He opened page after page and something opened in him in response. After each page his sense of space and time became different. The hidden, which always, since childhood, a sweet little point inside his chest fed him with the honey of radiance, began to grow more and more... and the darkness turned into light... closing the last page he raised his head, looked through the space that no longer blocked the sun in his heart, stood up, carefully put the book back in place, turned and stepped forward, beyond what held his freedom, beyond the palace of the pharaoh.... "Hey, Moses, where are you going?" the priest called out to him... He did not react, he walked forward, now he knew where to go...

... "Our greatest lord, Moses is waiting for you to receive him," said the servant, bowing before the one sitting on the throne.

"Moses?!!! How funny... Let him entertain me. It's incredibly boring..." said the Pharaoh, sleepily looking at the dancing naked girls.

Footsteps were heard and the one who would forever rid the one sitting on the throne from boredom entered the hall. He entered with a slow, confident step, stood opposite the throne, did not bow as required, and uttered the cherished words that changed the course of the clock and began another battle in the war that has been going on for many thousands of years, since the fall of Paradise.

"PHARAOH, SET MY PEOPLE FREE..."

The cow was grazing on a tether not far from the owner's house. The tether-chain was about 5 meters long, and when the cow had eaten all the grass down to the ground, and the owner did not come for a long time to break the iron chain, hunger began. He wanted to eat and thought that when the owner took the cow to the barn in the evening, she would eat more hay and grain, so that the next day there would be a supply in her stomach in the meadow, in case the owner did not come for a long time to break the chain on a new plot of uneaten grass. Over the years, the cow became more and more pot-bellied and edematous, and the owner liked it, because she gave more and more milk to calves, which after feeding she saw only through the fences of neighboring pens, where they were fattened for slaughter in that terrible white house, from which there was always a smell of blood and which you did not want to think about. The farm was at the foot of a large hill, behind which nothing was visible and what was behind it ... is unknown. But sometimes a herd of deer would run past her... These moments would fascinate the cow. The deer were beautiful, graceful and shone in the sun. They would move in pairs and each was beautiful in its own way. As soon as they appeared, the cow would go into a stupor, stop chewing and watch them with fascination until they disappeared behind a hill, moving in magical leaps as if they were not touching the ground. Each time it was an event for the cow and would brighten up her grey everyday life with impressions... and the question would become more and more interesting to her: "WHAT IS THERE? BEHIND THE HILL?" The question of all questions. Each time the deer appeared, the cow wanted to call out to them... but she felt uncomfortable. Something made her keep silent and watch from afar as the deer appeared and disappeared each time. And each time, the cow regretted and scolded herself, later, in the evening in the stall, that she had not done this, had not called out to them. She wanted so much to talk to them... and ask what was over the hill. But something, each time, made her remain silent, and she already hated this something in herself. She wanted the deer to stop themselves, notice her, come up to her and tell her... but the deer rushed past, not looking in her direction, as if she was not there at all. One day, when she finally realized that the deer would never notice her, the cow plucked up her courage and when the deer had already flown past and were about to disappear behind the hill, she trembled with her whole body ... overcame what made her remain silent, what she already hated in herself with all her being, and mooed loudly throughout the valley .... "Eeeeeeeeeeeey ... Beautiful creatures ... Stop ... Notice me .... I am here .... On a chain ... Come to me ... I want to ask you ..." the cow blurted out in one long roar and she instantly felt better, finally, she did it, overcame what made her remain silent. The deer stopped, as if all at once, turned around and, seeing the cow ... returned and surrounded her, all in pairs. It seemed that each pair of deer was connected by some invisible threads that always held them together.

The deer stared at the cow with shining eyes and their gazes showed bewilderment and surprise... They looked at the chain, at the cow, at the eaten circle of former grass with a radius of 5 meters.

"What did you want to ask?" the nearest deer finally broke the silence. He was as magnificent as his companion. Their bodies were lean, and strong muscles bulged under their shiny fur, which glistened in the rays of the sun.

The cow overcame what had always hindered her and asked: "What's there, behind the hill?"

"Over the hill?... You don't know?... There are beautiful endless meadows and forests there... They have no end. And the grass never ends... Haven't you ever been there? And why are you here? You probably really like playing this game, spinning in circles around a post on a chain. It's funny and incomprehensible to me." said the deer.

"I... Like it? I don't even know. What could be different? After all, the owner keeps me on a chain, nailing a fence to this field every day. I have no choice." the cow moaned, somewhat puzzled.

"Your choice is limited by the length of your chain. That's all." said the deer. "Just speed up... and either the bait will come out of the ground, or the chain will break, look, it's completely rusted..."

"Yes, I noticed this a long time ago too and this thought occurred to me, but I don't know what's there behind the hill. You say there... But you are so strong, and I... And I don't believe that everything there is as you say," the cow moaned.

"Yes. You may not believe us. But you will never know it yourself if you stay here forever." said the deer's companion and added, "And where is your... Companion? Your beloved. We exist in pairs, and you are alone. It's somehow strange."

"Mine... Who? They let a bull come to me once a year and each time a different one, so that the calves are of a more meaty breed... That's what the owner says..." the cow muttered in a muffled voice.

"This is terrible.... Then why haven't you broken the chain and run over the hill...where is freedom...?" said the beautiful deer's companion.

"I was afraid that it would be even worse over the hill..." the cow moaned in justification.

The deer said nothing more, looked at the cow with regret and rushed away towards the hill... and the beautiful companion of the beautiful deer threw out in a jump, moving away, "What could be worse?...." and they disappeared behind the hill.

The cow looked after them... Then looked at her chain... Then after them again.... And.......

Each person writes the end of this story for themselves.

"There was nothing before him except the sky, the vast sky..." Leo Tolstoy "WAR AND PEACE"

71 years before the birth of Christ. The slaves united and rebelled under the leadership of Spartacus. Rome can do nothing to oppose the courage and bravery of those who follow Spartacus' motto "IT IS BETTER TO DIE STANDING THAN TO LIVE ON YOUR KNEES". All the LEGIONS thrown against the rebels are defeated...

"We are many and we are strong. We can go to....... other lands and live in freedom and happiness." Spartacus loudly declared before his warriors gathered at the veche.

"No. No. No. We will go to Rome," the hundred thousand strong army answered him.

"But why do you need Rome? We can live in freedom by leaving and finding new lands. Why do you need Rome?" Spartacus looked at his brothers in arms and sorrow entered his heart.

"We want to conquer Rome and make the Romans our slaves... Yes... Yes..." came the answer from the many-faced crowd of armed and strong people who knew their strength and it was already intoxicating them.

"We have won and will continue to win as long as we fight for freedom, but if we become like the Romans and fight to have slaves, even if they are Romans themselves, we will perish...": Spartacus said, already quite mournfully.

"What are you talking about, Spartacus?" a "voice" in grey shouted from the crowd, and he continued:

"What are you afraid of???"

Spartacus looked menacingly at the "voice" and said:

"I had a dream today. Three people in white came and talked to me. They told me about a white city where everyone is free, and no one is a slave to anyone, and everyone lives in love and abundance. I think we will find this city..."

But the "voice" interrupted Spartacus:

"Spartacus, don't make us laugh. You must be going crazy. Do you want us to follow your dream, which is just a dream, and give up the Roman cellars, filled with fat hams and the best wines in the world... and the sweet-smelling Roman women? .. And...??? "the "voice" in gray turned to the crowd of thousands and they answered him:

"Nooooo...we want wine, spectacles and Roman women!!! Let's go to Rome!!!"

The "voice" in gray turned to Spartacus and said triumphantly:

"Spartacus. Your warriors want to go to Rome. And you???"

Spartacus raised his head, directed his gaze beyond the horizon: “Yes, they are still blind, they are not yet free... that means today this is our choice” and said out loud loudly and finally:

"Okay. I'm always with you. WE'RE GOING TO ROME."..... and a picture from the future appeared before his eyes... A long, long road, and along the side of the road crosses with crucified people who had almost reached freedom, but still hadn't seen what it was... and the road and the crosses stretched to the very horizon... to the very edge of the sky... which again didn't wait, didn't see the choice of freedom that connected it with the earth.

Analyzing that night before Golgotha for the thousandth time, entering into that moment, you learn to understand, see and distinguish where the demons are and where the gods are.

The motive is what decides everything. It decides where the essence goes. And the motive can be earthly, it can be heavenly, or it can be resurrectional, connecting heaven and earth. This is exactly the motive that Christ had, and his act of resurrection connected heaven and earth in him, "his blood fell on Adam's skull and revived him." At that moment, on the cross, a grand battle of all the demons of the world and all the forces shining for our world took place...

Jesus watches as the army of darkness gathers in Judas, and prepares to fight this army, himself pushing Judas to make a choice... seeing his weakness. Judas' weakness, through which the demons entered him and took control of him, was in the vision of correctness as a support for the essence. Correctness is higher than love. But if you dig deeper, then this is the same significance, covered by correctness. The significance of Judas cannot bear the words of Jesus: "The poor will always be with you, but I will not be long" when Jesus's hair is anointed with expensive oil, "having sold which you can feed a thousand hungry." Significance is covered by correctness. The motive of Judas. Here you can see where the demons hold all of humanity captive. After all, if you are not a god at this moment, then you need to see what prevents you from being a god. Judas betrays Christ, knowing that he can easily escape from the executioners, which he saw many times. Why does he betray? Again we see significance. And her cunning, but not wise action. When Jesus entered Jerusalem as a king, Judas's importance was painfully stung, and the demons took full control of him. Judas, when he betrayed Christ, watching him being tortured...waited for Jesus to run away, since Jesus had the power to put everyone to sleep and leave (which Judas saw more than once) .... And then everyone will see the weakness of the king. Hyenas always want to see a lion weak, to forgive themselves for their weakness. But Jesus did not run away...... And Judas, struck by the power of Christ, sees his weakness, and his importance can no longer bear it, and he hangs himself. Importance - a demon, controls his hand when he soaps the rope...

Peter, who rejected Christ three times, is also weak, and when he meets the eyes of Jesus after the third cockcrow, he sees his weakness. And he overcomes this weakness in himself for the rest of his days and goes to the cross with joy, to overcome his weakness... in himself.

Thomas is weak in his disbelief in the literal resurrection of Christ: "Until I see it myself, I will not believe it." And Jesus defeats the legion in him, approaching him after the crucifixion and death... alive, Resurrected: "Touch my hand, you see, my body is alive..." Giving humanity a vaccination against disease - the lie of death.

There, on the cross, heaven and earth united. The disease - the weakness implanted in the immortals, making them corruptible, was identified for those who seek and thirst, and the cure was shown. With such a breakthrough, one can already find the way to freedom. One can return it to oneself forever. The heart explodes with gratitude to Christ for his cure for lies, for his cure for weakness, for his cure for death.

...tenth century BC...

He looked at her and smiled. She twirled in front of him in her wedding dress. When they brought her a dress for the upcoming wedding, she decided to try it on and couldn’t resist... she ran out to show off in front of her fiancé. All the relatives said that their union was clearly pleasing to God. Their parents had agreed that through their children they would connect their families, and, engaged since they were thirteen, they immediately fell in love with each other at their first meeting. When the time came

the time of the long-awaited wedding, joy and bliss filled the hearts of lovers with sweet bliss.

"You are magnificent!!! You are magnificent!!! You are ve-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-e-e-r-e-e-r-e-e-r-e!!!" - he was already shouting, spinning with her, holding his beauty by the hands. She, almost falling from dizziness, did not take her eyes off his eyes. "What wonderful eyes he has. Wonderful and very, very familiar..." - thoughts flashed through her head...

...The honeymoon flew by as one sweet, unceasing moment. They didn't even notice what was happening around them. As if they were the only ones in the world, and everything around them was just decorations. Therefore, when a messenger knocked on their gate and loudly announced: "Uriah, get ready. Our chosen people, by the will of our anointed king, have entered the war with the infidel pagans. Be ready by tomorrow morning in full gear. WE ARE GOING FORWARD!", their hearts were painfully squeezed by the upcoming painful separation...

..."It's been six months since our son went off to war. His friend, who was wounded, came by yesterday when you were at the market and told us that Uriah's strength and dexterity have no limits. God himself protects him from the arrows of enemies. We will pray to God even more so that he will protect him," the woman finished and patted her daughter-in-law on the shoulder. "Yes. We will pray even more..." the girl said in response, although she already devoted every free minute to praying for her beloved husband. ".....

The king, riding on a horse, was moving with his retinue along the main street of the city. "Everything is fine. God has made me his anointed one. I am the king of the chosen people. I am married to a beautiful woman. Why is my heart sad... I cannot understand..." - thought the leader. Suddenly, among the crowd of people, from which various exclamations praising the king were heard, he saw a girl, from whose beauty his heart came into indescribable delight. "Wow. What a beauty!!!" - he thought and stopped his horse.

"Hey, beauty! Come to me," he said and the crowd parted... The girl, realizing that they were addressing her, timidly, not wanting to disobey the king, trotted towards him. As she approached, he was even more struck by her beauty. She seemed to sparkle with the rays of the morning sun. Every man who looked at her could not tear his gaze away. Her eyes, her beautiful, as if not from this world, perfect silhouette... everything about her appearance made him delighted.

"What is your name, beauty?"

"My name is Versavia. I am married to Uriah, a valiant warrior who is now fighting the pagans in the south. He left half a year ago. He sent word that he might soon come for a few days on vacation. I can't wait." The girl said, looking down. Her voice further strengthened the king's impression of the girl. It was like the babbling of a brook. And the king did not really delve into the essence of her words, but simply dissolved in the grace that emanated from her ... however, the fact that she was married upset him for some reason.

"Your husband is a lucky man, for he is married to a beautiful woman," said the king. To which she immediately replied: "My husband is worthy of me." The beauty said softly but confidently.

"I have no doubt," the king turned his horse and the procession moved on...

"I can't forget her. She has completely captured my heart. I haven't been able to think of anything for a week. And yesterday, from the balcony, I saw her splashing in the pool. Naked, she is simply incredible. I'm already going crazy. I think only of her." - the king addressed the vizier, who was also his best friend since childhood. On the table, in the middle of the royal chamber, there were, along with treats, two already half-empty jugs of wine, but the intoxication did not free the king from thoughts about the beautiful Versavia.

“I will bring her to you,” the vizier said firmly and stood up.

"But... she is for..." - the king did not finish the sentence and the vizier interrupted him: "She will not disobey the king...."

"Daughter. There's a messenger there. He says the Tsar himself wants to see you. It's a great honor for our family..."

"Mom..." Versavia's heart was filled with anxiety.

"You can't disobey God's anointed one. What He wants, God wants," the beauty's mother said sternly.

"Okay, Mom..." Versavia lowered her eyes and headed towards the gate...

...When Versavia appeared in the chambers, the king jumped with delight and nothing could hold him back... For her, everything happened as if in a fog. The kisses and caresses of the one whom all her people idolized shocked her, and in her head she heard her mother's words: "What the king wants, God wants..." .....The king enjoyed her body and fell next to her on the bed and said, breathing loudly: "I will make you queen. I can't live without you. You will be mine forever." She lay in a half-oblivion. A tear flowed down her cheek and her heart was filled with pain. "Uriah..." - sounded in it...

"Versavia!!! Dear Versavia.." - and the voice

Uriah, who had arrived on vacation, stopped short when he saw the dull eyes

his wife.... "What happened?"......

...He sat on the steps and looked at the king's palace. He sat like that for three days already, and at night he went to bed right there...on those same steps. Finally, the king could not stand it any longer and came down to him himself.

"Why are you here? I was told that you are on leave. Why don't you go home?" the king said and their eyes met. There was nothing more to say, Uriah had gotten everything he wanted. He just wanted to look into the eyes of the one who had taken his beloved from him. But Uriah said: "I cannot rest when my brothers are dying in battles with the pagans. Order me to be sent to war. I have already rested..."

"So be it..." - the king lowered his gaze, turned and headed to his chambers. It was the first time in his life that he could not withstand someone's gaze....

"Uriah, you and your detachment will go behind enemy lines through the forest and fight until we break through their ranks." - the vizier gave the order and Uriah jumped on his horse and rushed towards.... "This is certain death for him and his detachment," the vizier's bodyguard said in a half-whisper. "This is what God wants," the vizier breathed out, watching the horseman's retreating figure....

Uriah was flying on his horse at the head of his squad, approaching his last battle. He knew that this was his last battle and he was glad about it. He was glad that the pain that tormented him day and night would now end. He could not live with this pain anymore and this last battle was his salvation. Then, everything was as always before, during all the battles. Everything slowed down, like in a dream ... and the swings of swords .... and blood splashing in all directions .... and screams .... only the feeling that soon everything would end was no longer there. "Versavia" - he said with bloody lips, when a spear pierced his chest .... "... I love you" ... Everything faded, disappeared and fell somewhere .... and then, suddenly, he saw everything from above. Everything. The field, as if in the palm of his hand. People, horses, forest, ..... All this was moving away from him and moving away, becoming smaller and smaller, and the sun was setting on the horizon. He looked towards the sun and flew towards it.....

"David, you have committed a great sin," the prophet said loudly at the door of the king's chambers. His voice made the king shudder and turn around: "Nathan, you.... What are you saying?"

"You have broken the commandment: "You shall not covet your neighbor's wife." You have destroyed the family hearth of the pure in heart. You... you have ordered the vizier to send a warrior to certain death in order to take possession of his wife. Oh, woe is me. By the will of the one God, you were anointed to the kingdom ... and you... you have insulted the one God... you have broken his commandments ..... I weep, David. I weep, for the punishment will be severe for you. I weep for the chosen people, at the head of which is one who is not worthy of it..." - the prophet finished and abruptly turned and went to the exit.

The prophet's words struck David in the heart: "Hey, Nathan, wait, don't go." Tears streamed down his cheeks. He jumped up and ran. He ran to the one who could hear him and forgive him. Having flown into the tent with the Ark, he fell on the floor before it and began to sob: "Have mercy on me, O God, according to your great mercy. And according to the multitude of your mercies, blot out all my iniquities....."

After the death of Uriah, the rest of Versavia's life was dim and joyless. She did not dare to contradict the king and became his wife, but neither the royal life, nor even the birth of sons could fill the void in her heart that had formed after the death of her beloved. And when, many years later, her mortal hour came, she met it with joy and relief... Everything faded and disappeared..... and suddenly she saw light, light everywhere, light around... and in her too light... and incredible bliss.... and a voice: "Versavia, I am here, come to me." She turned and saw Uriah! And her soul shone with happiness! Only now, eternal happiness. And she... flew towards him... through the sparkling sea of RADIANCE...

The clock ticked, reminding him that there was time after all. The semi-darkness of the room. Her silhouette in the chair opposite. The conversation had reached the point where there was something to talk about, and it was necessary... but any word was already worse than silence. Than silence... And they, having exhausted the limit of words close to silence, fell silent and listened to the silence. Just silence. The silence slowly enveloped and lulled. Through almost drowsiness, he heard her breathing. For thirty years now, he has been listening to her breathing every night. From their first night in this life and to this moment. This moment of silence. All thirty years flew by like one day. In one breath. The breath of love. When he saw her in this life for the first time, he instantly understood: "This is her!" And as soon as her eyes met his, then in her heart all the heavenly harps immediately played: "Well, here it is. This is him!" And a lot has happened over these thirty years, but the spark of their meeting in this world has always burned in their hearts... until this moment of silence now, when the clock is ticking...

"Is that all you can say?" he tried desperately, but the words did not come out as he would have liked, for they were already worse than silence.

She opened her eyes, sighed and said: "Let's go to bed. It's late already." And that was also...worse than silence...

They lay next to each other. Next to each other, on their painfully familiar bed. But only silence united them. That's why he felt her getting further and further away from him. And his heart was squeezed by the vacuum he wasn't used to. From the moment they met, thirty years ago, until that moment of silence with the ticking clock, he didn't know what emptiness in the heart was. A vacuum that there was nothing to fill. And now, when the spark began to fade, and the cold slowly filled his chest, he realized... what kind of emptiness he had heard about from many acquaintances, but couldn't understand then: "What are they talking about?"...

The silence and the ticking of the clock did their job: he fell asleep. He dreamed of their meetings and kisses then... thirty years ago. In the cafe "At the plane tree". It was their favorite meeting place. She ate ice cream, and he enjoyed her. Then the embankment. Kisses that lasted forever, because there was no clock in that room. And time, therefore, there was no... And then, suddenly, in the midst of sleep, he realized that it was a dream... and woke up in a dream. That is, he realized that he was sleeping and it was a dream. And... the magic began... everything he wanted happened. Absolutely everything. And she was the same as he knew her at the first moment of meeting in this life and responded instantly to all his messages and desires. "It would be nice if this never ended. I don't want to wake up at all." - he thought, kissing her in a "dream", and these kisses were somehow even very, very real. The reality of the "dream" turned out to be much "more alive" than the one where the clock is ticking. And then, a spark appeared in his head. "Why not?" he thought.

"You know, we are sleeping and it is a dream." He said, stroking her young hair. "How is it a dream?" She was surprised and pulled away from his chest, raising her head.

"Yes. It's a dream. In reality, we are now sleeping where we are already fifty. And this is our dream. I heard that it is possible to wake up in a dream, but I didn't believe it. It turned out to be true."

"Don't talk nonsense. No need to try to seem unusual. I love you very much already." She smiled and laid her head on his chest again.

"Okay. What do you want now? Tell me." - excitement played in his young, youthful body.

"What do you mean what? You. And you're with me. And I don't need anything else," she purred languidly.

"Okay. Do you want strawberries with whipped cream? Right now. You really like ... strawberries with whipped cream.": the excitement of his still almost boyish heart grew.

"Oh. Of course I do. And you'll definitely treat me to STRAWBERRIES WITH WHIPPED CREAM tomorrow. They serve this dish really well at the platan tree." She ran her tongue over her scarlet, magical lips.

"Look." He held out his hand and imagined a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream. It immediately appeared on his hand. After all, he knew that this was a dream and in a dream everything happens instantly.

"Amazing!" she squealed and her eyes sparkled with unprecedented magic.

She grabbed a bowl of strawberries and cream, just like the ones they serve at the Platanus Cafe. She carefully picked up the spoon sticking out of the cream, feeling it and feeling that it was actually solid and there was something there. She scooped up some cream and slowly brought it to her lips. She touched the cream with her tongue and said in shock, "Cream. It's delicious...Are we really asleep?"

“Yes,” he answered, not taking his eyes off her and enjoying her young body.

"And where are we really?" she said, gobbling up strawberries.

"We sleep on our own bed, in our own bedroom. And we've been sleeping like this for thirty years, night after night. Only I don't really understand anymore where we really are." He said thoughtfully, touching her leg with his finger.

"Thirty years?!!!! That's great! Everything I dream about our life now," she said enthusiastically.

"Yes. Thirty years. And all these years we have been very happy. We already have grown-up children and even two grandchildren," he informed her.

"Wow! Wow!" she rolled her incredibly beautiful eyes.

"Yes. But before this "dream" where we are now, you announced to me in the evening that our feelings have dried up and....we need to break up, that you have found someone whom you actually, it turns out, love... I am simply shocked by this turn of events...and...in general, everything is like this now..."

"I... But I don't remember it, I don't know... I'm here, and I love you. How is this possible?" Her eyes became sad, but no less beautiful.

"I'm a little confused myself... And I don't want to wake up to a place where you're not with me... and that's why I decided to tell you everything." - he said thoughtfully, trying to find an action that would save what was happening to them now. He really didn't want to lose THIS.

"Wait. If we're here and, judging by these strawberries, everything is possible for you, then let's continue to do EVERYTHING":

"What do you mean ALL?" he asked with interest.

"EVERYTHING. Because here, it turns out, everything is possible. And here, as I now understand, we can be together forever...if we choose this, right now!!!" she said joyfully.

"How is that?" he stared at her, puzzled.

"How is this, how is this...very simple. If we are here now, then where we part, we are not there now. Is that logical?" she said with the air of a school teacher.

“It makes sense,” he replied, beginning to get to the heart of things.

"So that's it. As the strawberry appeared, so does EVERYTHING I'm saying now. We let go of where we are now... and we won't go back there. We'll stay here. Forever. Why are you looking at us like that? Or do you want to wake up in a place where in the morning our children and grandchildren will learn about our quarrel?"

"No. No." he screamed in horror.

"Then let's fly," she said, closing her eyes.

"Where?"

"What do you mean where? To the stars. Remember we stood on the embankment and looked at the starry sky? And talked about how great it would be to fly... through thorns... to the stars.. stopping at the planets we liked... Great?... Po - le - te - li...." : she screamed, closing her eyes and grabbing his hand... "WOW!!!" : she breathed out in a whisper, seeing the earth receding at her feet and grabbed his hand even tighter, and together they glowed with an incredibly blazing light...

...."Attention. Mission Control. I see two unidentified shining flying objects, flying right next to the station... Oh God! What is this! It can't be..." ....

..."They lived happily ever after and died on the same day. That's literally what you can say about this wonderful couple. We will all remember and love them. Relatives can throw the first clods of earth...please..."

(From the novel "The Shining")

He looked out the window of his office. His hometown lay in ruins before him. Black thoughts attacked his mind: "Everything that the prophets of all religions predicted came true. The entire Earth shook from earthquakes. Tsunamis covered entire cities on the coast. Many states have already disappeared. While there was a connection with the world, we knew who was still alive on this planet ... Now, when there is no connection, we know nothing ... What to do? Is there really no way out. I love my city. I have to do something. But what? ...." He heard footsteps, turned around, and saw the one who interrupted his thoughts. The police chief entered the office. All exhausted, his uniform was all in holes and had long since lost its original color due to the settled gray-white dust that covered everything that was visible to the eye ... everything, the remains of buildings, cars, people ... everything was one color, gray-white ...

"Mayor, I report that after the last tremor we gathered all the wounded from around the city and brought them to the city hall building. After all, it was the only one, for some strange reason, that was not destroyed," said the police chief. "Yes. Only the city hall was not destroyed. Why?" thought the mayor.

"What does our city seismic service say? When is the next tremor?" he asked the policeman.

"According to their calculations, the next shock will be tomorrow at twelve o'clock. The city residents, having heard about the surviving city hall building, are all flocking here. But, since it is completely filled with the wounded and doctors, the people are settling right on the square. Soon the whole city will be on the square. Everyone who remains... we are doing everything that is necessary, and everything that is possible..." - having exhaled heavily from the last phrase, the police chief raised his head and looked out the office window.

"It's strange that the city hall wasn't destroyed at all. Seismologists say it's inexplicable..." the officer added and froze in thought. The habit of doing his duty gave him strength that, it seemed, should have been exhausted long ago.

"Yes. Indeed. Strange." the mayor said in a half-whisper, and again went into his thoughts: "There must be a way out. It can't be that there isn't one. I've always found a way out of any situation... but now, when everything is collapsing... where is the way out?... there must be one." The habit he had developed over the years - "not to give up" - kept him in good shape when everyone around him was giving in to panic and despondency. With his iron will, which was felt by those around him, he gave the feeling that everything, perhaps, would somehow end well.

"Yes... The police building was completely destroyed and the city jail too. The surviving prisoners had to be released..." A military man entered the office, interrupting the police chief's words, and addressed the mayor:

"There, a man is asking to see you. He wants to talk. We refused him, but he has been standing near the main entrance for four hours and insistently demands. He is talking some nonsense. He says that he can save the city. He decided to report to you... I beg your pardon. What should we do with him? Send him away?"

"Save the city? He's probably crazy. Drive him away." - the police chief said loudly...

"Stop." - some spark flashed in the mayor's soul... "Call him here," he addressed the military man. "There is no way out anyway... why not listen to anyone, even a madman..." his mind agreed...

A man entered the office who was completely out of step with everything that was happening around him. The peace that emanated from him. That was what sharply distinguished him from the others. And this peace looked so unnatural against the backdrop of the crumbling picture of the world that the only thought that could arise was: "Crazy." His eyes were shining, which further emphasized the despondency in the looks of those in the office.

"Hello, gentlemen. I won't beat around the bush and get straight to the point. I know how to save the city." The voice sounded so confident that the mayor and the police chief were momentarily infected with this burst of faith, but the surroundings and reason instantly brought them back to reality.

"Speak," said the mayor.

"I am a follower of the Golden Formula," the stranger began and was immediately interrupted by the police chief:

"Oh God. This is a sect that is outlawed. And I was wondering, what's the solution? ...Sergeant..." he called out loudly.

"Wait." the mayor interrupted him. Some kind of excitement seized him, and intuition, breaking free from the shackles of panic, said:

"Speak."

"Good," continued the messenger of calm. "Now, when there is no hope, it is time to test the power of what is hidden in each of us."

"What do you mean?" asked the mayor, the stranger's confidence slowly having a mesmerizing effect. "People are panicking and everyone is thinking the same thing, that the next shock is about to happen. With the current vibrations in space, it will certainly destroy the city completely."

"So you want to say that our city is destroyed by earthquakes caused by our thoughts?...That's absurd. We should have driven him away." - the policeman turned to the mayor, but he did not take his eyes off the stranger.

"Go on," he said, ignoring the policeman.

"Since now the whole city is in the square, and everyone believes in you and hopes for you, we need to do the following... When is the next push scheduled?" the stranger looked questioningly at the mayor.

"What do you mean planned? The seismologists' calculations are accurate. They haven't made a single mistake in the last few days. The tremor should happen tomorrow at twelve. I have to warn the city's residents to get ready..."

"How should they prepare? They're all in the square. Jump higher when it starts shaking?" the stranger looked straight into the mayor's eyes and each word he said filled the space with something that was new to this situation.

"What should I do?" asked the mayor.

"Seismologists' calculations are just another emission of information, nothing more. Having resonated with it, the city's inhabitants will finally destroy themselves. I don't have time now to transform your mind and field so that you come to the realization of the "Golden Formula", but you can simply take action. Action that will save the city. Five minutes to twelve ... you will go out to the people and say that according to the message from the center, Armageddon is over. There will be no more earthquakes. EVERYONE IS SAVED."

"You want me to lie?" the mayor interrupted.

"I want you to tell the people what I just told you. ARMAGEDON IS OVER. ACCORDING TO REPORTS FROM THE CENTER," the stranger said firmly.

"But there is no connection with the center," the mayor said in a somewhat detached tone.

"Great. So no one will stop you from doing this. You are the only authority in this city."...

The mayor was tormented by doubts all night. He sat in a chair and looked out the window. The stranger sat in the corner and whispered something. His whisper gave off some kind of calm...

...The mayor stood at the exit of the city hall. In front of him stood the residents of his city. About a hundred thousand. All who survived. There was a tense silence. Everyone waited for the mayor to speak. It was five to twelve.

"We just received a message from the center... THERE WILL BE NO MORE EARTHQUAKES. IT'S ALL OVER. WE ARE SAVED." He said into the loudspeaker and... his last words were drowned out by a joyful cry that filled the entire square, the entire space: "URRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" People were jumping for joy, hugging, kissing and crying. Parents were kissing their surviving children, and the little ones, who did not understand what had happened, were screaming: "Hurray, Hurray! Hurray!" Only the mayor and the police chief, who was standing behind them, remained tense in this atmosphere of joy and victory. It seemed to them now that their hearts were not in their chests, but in their heads. Each beat echoed in their brains, ready to explode. The mayor turned and went to his office. Entering, he saw the same stranger in the corner, still sitting in the same position as he had been all night. He plopped down in the chair, staring at the window, periodically glancing at the hands of his wristwatch. 12:00. ...12:05.... 12:10... Footsteps were heard. The police chief ran into the office.

"Seismologists say that something incomprehensible is happening. There are zero vibrations. All calculations are wrong. FUCKING HELL! WHAT IS THIS... WE OURSELVES..." the policeman finished in a whisper, and they both turned around at the sound of footsteps, the stranger slowly walking down the corridor...

(The fortieth year after the birth of Christ)

"Father, I have fallen in love with a girl and want to marry her," the young man shouted, flying like a whirlwind into Caesar's chambers.

Caesar had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He loved his son very much and dreamed of grandchildren, because the age of the offspring, according to the standards of decency, had long required marriage.

"Wonderful. I'm very happy. Who is she?"

"She is the potter's daughter. Her father is a wonderful man, a master of his craft and very wise. I really like listening to him," the son rattled off.

"The potter's daughter? The one who preaches the teachings of the Nazarene?" the father immediately darkened.

"Dad, drop it. What difference does it make? She's wonderful and I'm crazy about her, and that's the main thing!" the son said confidently.

"I can easily accept that she is a commoner, but if she is like her father, talking this nonsense about a Nazarene, then marriage is impossible"...

"Father...."

"I said NO. Our god Apollo is our patron, we can't anger him," the father said sternly.

"Father, yes, I know that she loves me and will easily renounce the ideas of the Nazarene for my sake, and will accept Apollo as her patron."

"Well, only if that's the case," the father sighed....

....But she did not refuse and did not accept.....

...Town square. Noon.

"I ask you for the last time. Are you ready, potter's daughter, to renounce the crazy ideas about the kingdom of heaven that the Nazarene preached?" the judge said menacingly.

The girl raised her bloody face. Her entire body had been tormented by the executioner, but her eyes remained absolutely calm and were incredibly transparent, without a bottom.

"Jesus opened heaven to me. I knew eternity. We are all one in the Spirit. And can any part of the Spirit be higher than another? Do you really think that between the temporary and the eternal I will choose the temporary, which is decay?" she said hoarsely and turned her head towards the son of Caesar. "I love you. And I do not want our love to be temporary. I know that our love is eternal and it will lead us to the Kingdom of Heaven. I love you." - her voice was quiet, but possessed incredible power. Everyone who was in the square got goosebumps on their bodies.

It was like lightning. He felt like lightning, flashing and never ending. He looked into her eyes without stopping. She looked into his. Three warriors held him, not letting him escape... When her head rolled on the scaffold, the lightning that he was suddenly turned into a soft and calm light.

"Let me go," the son of Caesar said in a calm voice, and from this peace coming from him, everything around was filled with something that can be called SOMETHING. SOMETHING that cannot be described by human language. SOMETHING that everyone feels in the depths of their heart. SOMETHING - very close, familiar and elusive.

“Let me go,” he said again and the warriors stepped back.

There was complete silence. And even the rustling of the clothes of those present very loudly disturbed this silence. He slowly, accompanied by the glances of his father and the crowd, approached the statue of Apollo, towering in the middle of the square, not far from the scaffold. The whiteness of the statue was disturbed by drops of blood, flying far away during the torture of the girl. He approached the statue closely and stared at the large scarlet drops flowing down the hands and face of Apollo, which a moment ago had been his favorite. His hand reached for the sword and began to slowly pull it out of the sheath. The precious stones decorating the handle sparkled in the sun.

"No..." - shouted the Caesar. "Hold him. Hold him," he shouted to the soldiers, but it was too late. The sword passed through Apollo's neck with a crash, cutting the idol into two halves. In the silence that had prevailed until then, the sound of the falling stone was like a clap of thunder...

... Everything that followed was a blur for him. The judge's face. His father's tears. The executioner's strangely concerned eyes. When he sensed a gust of wind from the sword raised above his head, he noted that it was very similar to the gust of air from his father's clothes when he bent down to kiss him before bed as a child...

...Caesar sat motionless, staring into the void. He sat like that for three days and three nights, not responding or reacting to the servants' appeals. Dawn was coming. He looked at the rising sun. It seemed to him that he had turned into one big heart, consisting of only pain. Everything had disappeared. Only pain remained. Suddenly, footsteps were heard. Someone was running up the steps. The centurion ran into the room.

"They're not there. They're not there..." - his scream was on the verge of hysteria.

"Who is missing? Where is missing?" asked the Caesar, but his heart began to beat fast, already knowing the answer.

"Caesar. The body of the potter's daughter and the body of your son have disappeared from the tombs. People have gathered in the square and are listening to women who saw two silhouettes ascending the shining steps into the sky..."

..."Are you ready to abandon the nonsense of the Nazarene and acknowledge Apollo as the patron..."

The bloody face of the former Caesar was calm, and his eyes emitted a radiance that was impossible to bear, and everyone in the square lowered their heads so as not to meet his gaze...

The war was in full swing... Mud, blood, trenches, explosions... Love for her made him endure everything... Only the warmth of hope that he would see her again made him breathe, run, crawl, shoot... And when the one who wanted to kill him jumped into the trench, and his machine gun jammed, he rushed at the one who could deprive him of the warmth of hope and knocked the gun away from the one who wanted to kill him. He also wanted to kill him, so that he would not deprive him of the warmth of hope. But the one who jumped into the trench pulled a knife from behind his back and plunged it into his chest. Pain pierced his entire body, but an even greater pain, not physical, engulfed his essence beyond the visible - the torment of the loss of the warmth of hope groaned in him, and hell opened its mouth, preparing to swallow another universe... But the light flashed and music began to sound, and the face of the one who wanted to kill him, and the trench, and the dirt with blood before his eyes, disappeared... He felt himself as light and music. Music - many instruments, in a single harmonious sound of the orchestra. He listened to himself-music... and caught with his whole being, going beyond the boundaries, cutting hopes - ... "THIS IS ME. I AM THIS MUSIC." Then, he concentrated on the light and felt that this was his light. "I AM THIS LIGHT. I AM LIGHT AND MUSIC." After finding himself in the source of himself, he felt his already cooling body in that layer of reality where the knife sticks out of his chest and the one who killed his body is squatting a meter away from him and thoughtfully watching as another warmth of hope dies... The agony of losing the warmth of hope on the border of these worlds struck him with an electric current and marked his incompleteness. Incompleteness with the light and music of his entire being. Part of him was lying at the bottom of the trench. This part is his body, connecting his light and music with the world where he loves his beloved with every cell of his body. The agony of losing himself and the warmth of hope for a full meeting with his beloved forced him not to break the connection with the body... and a flash of insight, awareness of himself as a whole, said "I AM LOVE. I AM ETERNAL LOVE. I SEE EVERYTHING FROM THE LIGHT AND MUSIC OF MYSELF.. I AM NOT KILLABLE AND ETERNAL."

These words, spoken by the already dead man, made the man who had killed with the knife flinch, and the cigarette fell out of his hands. Then, fascinated, as if in a slow-motion film, he watched as the knife sprang from the dead man's chest into the dirt, his face turned pink, the wounds healed, steam of breath came out of his nostrils in the frosty air, his eyes opened and, what surprised the killer even more, these eyes shone with warmth and kindness.

“What, is he resurrected?...” said the killer.

The resurrected one smiled, extended his hand to him and said, "Rejoice, YOU ARE, AND YOU CAN BE FOREVER. REJOICE."

The killer mechanically shook the hand of the man he had killed... the hand was warm.

"But he's already stiffened, for half an hour already..." the thoughts in his brain, clouded by a miracle, were pounding his skull to pieces.

The resurrected one stood up, a light shone around him... his light... stepped into... and disappeared... Leaving his killer sitting in the trench with wide open eyes...

...She was cooking in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. She came up, looked through the peephole...and was stunned...she opened the door and threw herself into his arms. He picked her up in his arms and carried her.. "DEAR...WHERE ARE YOU CARRYING ME?" Walls, steps, some shiny expensive car...they plopped down on the back seat, the car started moving...

"REJOICE, NOW WE WILL ALWAYS HAVE EVERYTHING FOREVER. I LOVE YOU FOREVER."

And then, she didn’t want to ask about anything else, she just buried herself in his warm, familiar chest, tears flowed down her cheeks, honey waves flowed in her chest, and the space was increasingly filled with such familiar music and light...

"I LOVE YOU FOREVER, MY BELOVED..."