I have friends of mine. They often went to Poland on business trips. Once they wanted to take me there. My female-friend and I have got everything ready for trip . . .
A passport for entrance to the socialist countries was not obligatory then, you were only to have an inset.
We have already bought tickets, called up Poles and . . .a day before our departure the USSR-Poland frontier was closed for those who had insets. I had a passport and my friend had an inset. So it turned out that only I was allowed for entrance. The Poles we were going to had been my friend's familiars. As to me, it was to be my first trip to this unfamiliar country. I did not go. The frontier was "opened" for the people having insets only in 10 days, when I had no time for the trip.
The very day I was to go to Poland I received an information that his "seances" in Poland were a "success".
Later, in several months we decided to go there again. We have tickets, visas, the Poles are waiting for us . . .and once again everything goes on so that I have to go there alone, not in some other way.
Of all the countries, and it was difficult to go abroad then, Poland was the only country I could go more or less freely. And it was exactly there that the television meetings took place. But I did not know anything about them. Some time later I found out that my female friend did not like the seances of such kind then.
Once again a series of coincidences. I believe that when casual coincidences happen so often and they turn into a system they can hardly be called casual.
Then there came time in my life when I became an object of shootings that "fell" upon me so suddenly. There were photographers or cameras of different sizes and kinds. I could go by my usual way or come to some shop and become a heroine of subsequent shootings. It happened so often that I got used to it.
I am sleeping. When I wake up, it will be my birthday. In my dreams I see Him. He is sitting and looking at me. He keeps silence. It goes on for seconds. But I know why it is like this – he wants to say that it is a congratulation from him.
The dream is continuing.
A motor-ship is full of people and I am arriving to Jerusalem. And I am alone now.
I get into this live space. My eyes are open. I see a world surrounding me.
I go up the long steps of a moorage and further into the city. I hear, see, feel this space. It is all live.
Spirits. They look at me, see me. They are solemn and watchful at the same time, as if they wonder: "How she will behave herself?" It depends on me how to behave myself. I see, I am a part of this space. I am seen.
They are anticipating something from me. They are watching me.
I go up the steps, into the city. A magnificent view of white-stone temples rising above the houses is revealed.
I am simply going. But I know that my way leads only to a temple.
I wake up. The morning is wonderful. Sun rays pierce through curtain laces to whisper that it is time to get up. Not a single cloud in the sky. All is flooded with light. It is not stuffy though very warm.
A country house, the air and a forest!
I get up.
This space is inside me. I myself is a part of this space. I myself is a temple.
It was his present. I thanked him.
Several years later by a concurrence of circumstances I am again in a motor-ship crowded with people. I arrive to Haifa with subsequent pilgrimage to Vifliem, Jerusalem, a Holy Earth.
It was only when I returned home that I remembered the concurrences which I had seen in my dreams several years ago: the motor-ship and the people, and that it all occurred one day before my birthday, and the temples were as in a dream.