Íà ðóññêîì: http://proza.ru/2009/05/10/89
Wake up...
When I heard this voice, I opened my eyes, but I didn't see the ceiling of my bedroom, I saw the ceiling of the pulpit. I was lying in a wide coffin in the middle, and on both sides were young girls also dressed as nuns. I sat up, turned my head to the hall: a row of benches with backrests, in the middle of the aisle, and meeting my eyes with the young nun who was praying standing for us, I saw her faint, but she did not fall to the floor. She was picked up in her arms by an elegant, tall, forty-year-old man in a black suit standing behind her. He brought this nun to the coffin, nodded his head in my direction, and in the same voice as "wake up" said:
- Tatiana, make room, it's not yours....
I tried to give up my seat as quickly as possible, and standing next to him, I watched as he carefully placed the nun in the middle of her sisters and commanded me:
- Come, I have something very important to show and explain to you.
- Satan, I recognize you, fallen angel.
He looked me carefully in the eyes and said, smiling:
- Nonsense, not a fallen one, but a rebel. You'd better ask me why this time I invited you here, in this reality?
- Why?
- Today I will show you what the word "foolishness" means.
We went out into the fresh air, it was spring, the air smelled of spring, the softly green grass and tiny leaves on small birch trees here and there reminded us of spring! That was all that could bring joy. In front of the pulpit there was a sandy ground. But further around began a huge cemetery, which went beyond the horizons of all directions.
Here, next to the platform, we saw a deep grave, to which people in clothes of different times, of different nationalities, from barefoot to those wearing modern sneakers, were coming. Everyone brought milk in cans, jars, pails, even motorcycle helmets and military helmets to the grave and poured it there. I went to the edge, looked down, it was filled to the middle, and I could see the milk settling down, immediately absorbed by the earth.
I turned to my escort:
- What does this mean?
- The milk is the good of the people, which they had foolishly lost.
We walked on, deeper into the cemetery. Again a grave was dug in a small area, and from all sides people of all nationalities, in clothes of all times, were coming up. In their hands too were containers suitable to their era and time. They approached the grave and poured blood into it.
- What does this mean?
- It is LIFE lost through the stupidity of men.
I went to the edge of the grave again and saw the earth absorb the blood in the grave, filled to the middle.
Walking further, and I see the same picture, but people pour water into the grave. In the same way the earth is absorbing it, and the same question was asked of my King of the earth:
- What is the meaning of this?
These are the tears that people shed, having lost good things and lives because of their stupidity.
We were left alone, in the middle of an endless cemetery, even the pulpit was no longer visible. There were graves with granite crosses all around, but they were all beaten, the edges of the crosses were chipped off, and some of them were fallen down and crumbled.
- What does this mean?
- This is people's faith, look, not a single cross is intact. A person often plays faith very much, as if boasting of it, but does not believe deeply in his soul and does not observe what his faith requires of him. I am not talking about the rituals of various faiths, and it is not worth talking about, they are invented by people, and people have made up a lot of nonsense that they observe, they do not know themselves, no one can explain.
On one broken cross I saw a gold cross on a gold chain.
Oh, can I have it?
- Why?
- To wear and carry?
- Why put it on and wear it? If you convince me now of the necessity of this cross, you can have it.
We were standing near this grave, on a cross with chipped edges, on which someone had hung a Golden Cross, and it gleamed enticingly in the sun. On it was a little figure of Jesus Christ crucified.
- See, I'm dressed as a nun and I'm not wearing a cross?
- That's not an answer...
You see, the cross is a symbol of the Christian faith.
- I see, but where does it say that in the Bible? And if it's not in the Bible, then this ritual is made up by people? I mean, it's one of the stupid things they do.
- Well, everybody wears it, it's the way it is.
- Tatiana, I don't mind, take this toy, put it on yourself. But even such "little things" you must wear as a mere jewelry, but not as a symbol, this innocence can denote sacrilege.
- Excuse me?
We sat down on one of the granite crosses lying on the ground. It was huge, but also badly battered everywhere, one can confidently already call this block a shapeless stone.
Satan continued:
- You are now, "here" a young nun, but "out there", in your reality you are a mother of two boys. I do not wish this by any means, but imagine that one of them was hit by a car, or killed with a knife, hanged. You, as a mom who loves her son, in order not to forget such a "significant" event, will wear a wheel from the car, which your son played with, or a gun, a noose around his neck?
I lowered my head and looked down at the ground and said quietly:
- "No, I won't.
Jesus Christ is the son of God, if we believe the Bible, so why do you people, having crucified His son on the cross, continue to keep Jesus on the cross for two millennia? Crosses on churches, in pulpits, on breasts - all with Jesus. After all, the power of thought is stronger than physical..., you cannot fly with your body, but..., having changed your consciousness only, you can float and get anywhere by thought. How many innocent people have died agonizing deaths on crosses, and now THIS is the symbol? Isn't that a spit in God's face, in the soul from all mankind? Then you naively wonder: "God has turned away, why doesn't He hear, where does He look, and is there at all?" There is, if I exist, and God exists.
I looked my interlocutor in the eye:
- Satan, do you have a son?
He smiled:
- There are many..., sons, daughters, I consider all talented people as my children. I give out talents and successes, I also move progress. That is why we are all punished, that we decided to become like Gods, that is to learn and be able to do more than to cultivate only the Garden of Eden. You all consider your talents as a gift from God, but it is not so. I rule here, but it is not me who prevented people from understanding each other, and I did not teach in any books "go and take the land from your neighbor for your people", I am against wars in my kingdom, against hatred and evil.
He stood up, gave me his hand and continued:
- Let's move on, the lesson has not come to an end yet, but when you find yourself “there” in your world, don’t forget to write down everything you learn “here”?
We again went out onto the site, this time larger than the previous ones with graves of milk, blood, tears that were filled thanks to the stupidity of people. It was a wide pit, next to it stood an open coffin and around people of various nationalities, in clothes from ancient times to our modern times.
All three nuns in the cathedral lay in the coffin. I turned to Satan:
- But, in the middle, the girl is not dead..., she’s just fainting?! We need to tell people this!!!
- They are all alive..., but it’s better not to tell people this, they are committing their next STUPIDITY. Even if we try to stop them, out of our stupidity, they will do everything their own way. They need martyrs, and they will get them, that’s how people are, they create difficulties for themselves in order to overcome them later.
- No, you can’t allow the nuns to be buried alive, they’re still SO young?! I beg you, stop people from doing this?!
- Okay, but you will see for yourself that even I am powerless to fight against human STUPIDITY.
The girls opened their eyes, began to move their fingers, the one who was lying in my place even sat up and looked around in confusion, looking at everyone present. People got scared and began to run away, but soon they began to come to their senses and were already returning with sticks, stones, even baseball bats and began to beat the girls right in the coffin... They shouted: “Demons, witches, werewolves!!!” When instead of the girls there was left a bloody mess of rags of former monastic robes covered in blood and meat, protruding bones and broken skulls from which brains poured out, the killers quickly threw the coffin into the grave and buried it, making the place level with their feet.
- Why did people do this?
- Out of stupidity.., these girls were called Faith, Hope, Love... Now people will elevate them to sainthood and will look for Faith, Hope, Love from century to century, but they will not find... Note, they will blame all the blame on Me , after all, I rule here... It is common for a person to place his guilt on anyone, but he never has the courage to admit his guilt to himself.
- I understand everything... I’m grateful to you for the lesson, I’ll come back and write everything...
Satan extended his hand to me and in his palm lay that golden cross, he smiled and said:
- You liked it, put it on yourself, wear it as decoration?
- No.., I have done too many stupid things in my life, you said that since you exist, that means He exists, so maybe, by wearing a cross with the image of His son, I will spit in God’s face and soul...
Satan smiled, the cross in his palm disappeared, and he replied:
- That's right.., we must treat God with special care, WITHOUT STUPIDITY, he punishes...
2009