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Flight. The garden of flowers!

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- "You just try it, it is so easy! - Said Andrew and he took me by the hand.

- So many books on levitation, and all for nothing, eh? - Masha insisted. - You own all the time saying that knowledge only becomes real when you apply them in practice.

- Yes, but I tried many times already! Nothing goes ... I guess I am talentless student!

- Nonsense! - Otmahnulsya Andrew. - The case of training, and just everything! In addition, today a beautiful wind, with such weight as you - sduet easily with your hand. Start is always better in this weather - the psychological aspect, so to speak, and then wind you will not need it, here the main thing - to understand the principle!

- Here, look - Masha taught - first getting in some hill to the tussock, for example, then you begin to breathe deeply as you can, slowing the breath and turn off your thoughts! Fear should not disturb you, just try to merge with the wind and feel a light and weightless... Remember about the law of inspiration - the law antigravity! The state should resemble a light hypnosis. And, of course, act through love!

One, two... Masha lift on socks and hung in the air with a smile rather, covered his eyes with delight.

- Now is your turn! - Skomandoval Andrew. - I'm here to help, come on!

I climbed onto a large gray stone, closed her eyes and began to breathe, doing an exercise without much hunting, keeping in mind the lessons of their success with electronic balances. The maximum, which I was able to achieve - to reduce its physical weight of a couple of kilograms, into the special condition that is so difficult to describe... Nothing like levitation! There were more exercises in free fall! It's out of the drunk or very young children - with a height or fall, never fear, because the body is relaxed and becomes as cotton, and thought no podavno. Cones, I imagine, the truth, then no Nabil and fall gracefully and easily, but for some reason, always down. Flight is not predicted...

- Turn off the head! - Zashipel my ear Andrew! - Trust yourself! Wind! The universe, finally!

Wind punched in the face, how to command, Andrew squeezed my hand and I felt like my legs detached from the stone. Eyes slightly, I saw the bottom of our shadows, wiggle from side to side, and Masha, who lifted her head and hands joyfully Mahallas us.

- And now, itself! I am very difficult to keep beside thee, - my friend laughed. The height is not large - you should not be afraid, the same now I showed you, that means the state of weightlessness.

- No, no, no! - Zataratorila me. - You can not abandon me like this in the air. If I fall - will be hurt!

- You do not even imagine... Even as I can! And throw! If we were able to fly - and you can! And enough theory!

I did not have to understand how it dissipates, releasing my hand and quietly, making a somersault in the air, and then moved horizontally towards the forest. Some time may be two seconds, I hung in the air, as a float, opening the mouth of astonishment, then looked down at the crown and lime on sandy path and began to fall. Stupid gravity! At his luck in the meter from the ground, I remembered about relaxation techniques and do not hurt. But what took me to anger, when Masha, vyglyanuv because of the bush and showed me the language, soar up, dropped out in pursuit of their favorite and left me one in the dew grass. To remove them figures were just about ready to turn into two small points. Get up the sun.

Just think! What a stupid joke! I wonder where they went? I still heard the echo of their happy voices, echoes of which are reflected in the ringing vysi, scattering beads distant laughter and melody of a song. Otryahnuv kolenok with grass and sand, I rushed to escape after breaking a high hill after another, until they lost sight of.

In desperation, I sat on the ground, engulfed by his hands and knees in silence razglyadyvaya golden dandelion and butterfly-limonnitsu, easily done by the fact that it cost me to such work! Butterfly wings anxious trembling in the wind, it parila in the air so gracefully that it seemed as if she danced...

Wind slightly increased, hitting me in the shoulder, as a good old friend, though podbadrivaya and pushing forward. Finally I stood up, and only then noticed what красотища around! Singing birds, green hills were completely covered with flowers, which are carefully sitting first bees, distant blue shimmer glare river, light white clouds rushing across rapidly over the field, and the sun through the trees between the trunks, hiding in a young forest, spring, light green color watercolor...

I breathed a full breast-sweet-spicy air and my head round from the presentiment of something magical. Here it is - Inspiration! The state of love... The body itself is easy and free, it now belonged to the wind as well as leaf, stripped tree pollen as the flower or bird feather. It seemed even a little bit - and I lie down, away from land, over the hills... I even raised on tiptoe, and drew in the string... Yet something was missing! Then I realized that all matter of trust and love, and earnestly cried:

"Oh, lord wind! Teach me the ease and freedom! Teach soar above the earth, like a moth! Learn to be with you a whole... I know you - a part of this beautiful world, and, like me, deystvuesh according to the will and love of the Creator ! I ask you! "For Love, the brother of the wind, help me to understand that there is a flight! Help me fly!"

A strong gust lifted my fragile body on the hill. I caught air flow, and lay down on the air just as the swimmer to go to the surface of water. You can drown, as you can and Pople... What I did, repeating the ridiculous traffic athlete, swimming brace. After a moment, I again started to lose height!
But why? - "Forgetting about love and assigned a credit for this!" - The answer came from the subconscious, as always! I again became diluted in the air, looking at the clouds and feel the speed! Height was conquered from the pride - I am flying!

What can you feel when the parish over the land like a bird? Exaltation... Enjoy... Love... The lack of boundaries and the ability to create... No! It is impossible to convey the words and a drop that feels a man flying along with the wind speed with prohibitive over the trees and meadows! What a celebration of colors! Holy splendor of spring! Kids! The tale, translated into life!

Immediately outside the forest, I again saw Andrew and Masha. It seemed that they were waiting for me to continue along our path and show me something beautiful!
- The place where we fly, called the Garden of Flowers! It happens the first initiation into our "sects" - Andrew joked.

- Yes, yes! - Draw funny smileys Masha - who is not with us, he will not be saved! Wait here, I am preventing Lena. You know, she does not love when it come to this earlier...

- I will stay with you, so you can better hone skills, - said Andrew - your flight is a bit awkward.
So he rushed back to chaschu, where there was a small bolottse copper-green, sedgy and duckweed. A pair of dragonflies were sitting on the blade near the water, and light-footed vodomerki staged a contest between a present and dissect the transparent surface of lakes.

- So, you do not have enough grace! - Andrew, it was started... I turn red, and turned to the birch.

- Sorry, I did not want to offend you... But I think the problem is that deep within you sit still fear the fall, and another because you occasionally forget about the state of! The flight is akin to creativity - the more you bring in a personal start - the worse your product, and the result! The challenge is to listen and hear what you said World, Wind! Understand, you're just part of it, the conductor of the true Creator and human beings. The flight you want to learn and grow spiritually, but not for the sake of the mission, a great way to travel or anything there yet... When becomes the master - go to the next grade and transfer knowledge to others. See? Try disabling thought, to minimize his own ego. You do not exist - it is an illusion! All the knowledge that you already have... Just open them inside themselves and do not listen - only my heart!

He calmly podletel to me, asked to close their eyes and embraced by the shoulders. We soar for a long time, and just as much time as needed to get used to a new height, the discharged air and cold... This surprise was waiting for me when I opened my eyes! Under our swim white cumulus clouds, through the white mist rack silver ribbons seemed rivers, small points - at home, but wood - solid green mass.

- Truth is beautiful! - He let me and we hung in the air nearby. - When I am sad, I always come back here. At this altitude, any problem seems simple misunderstanding!

- Hmmm... - Only I was able to breathe out.

- And now - the master class, or "tag in heaven! This game-training - explained by my friend and in a pose of super-exchange rushed down.

- That's great! - Vzvizgnula I left to catch! He was almost elusive! I watched with admiration for the pirouette, he has done in the air. As it was hard to believe... But my goal was - catch Andrew unawares and catch!

"Here's to you ears to Nader, that threw me the first time" - I think with a smile. The Earth is inexorably approaching, but he did not think again to climb. "So, it's even better, get to it faster!" - I have a whistle in the dark, but there it was! Trying to repeat the next figure in the sky - "spin", I realized that losing control of the air flow. My defeat was truly beautiful, because I met a swamp cheerful champ, and my dear teacher gently down to the hump in the birch and laughed as the boy.

- And you want me in a way said to Lena? - I said through tears. - This is the day of my devotion!

- Nothing, darling! - Andrew spoke genially, - believe that the baptism of fire swamp (and here he laughed again) you have already passed!

- Amazing! - I am still grumbling, rising into the air and laviruya between the trees - that is interesting, you said Maxim, if you came to training in this form?
Garden Flowers was a rather dendro-park, where trees grow relic. Were there and flowerbeds with flowers and a bridge across the creek... Nevertheless, this is the place resembled a little garden. As if reading my mind, Mary explained:

- Garden Flowers is aligoriya. Only two veil, and so on, right? Unfortunately this is all I can tell you at this time! Although... Perhaps one more - this afternoon to dissolve another flower, it is very rare and beautiful...

- Nothing about it I do not want to hear! - I call with a smile and was quite whistle their song. - Besides, you have a dangerous job.

We flew low ovrazhek, besprent brown, dry leaves and climbed on foot along the wooden lesenke on the hills. The rules prohibit fly farther ravine, which served as a boundary of the plate read in an old oak. The uninitiated could not observe the art of fly...

Friendly Laem zalilis dogs and we raised the palace, a sort of manor-museum, where we waited for Lena. The entire first floor took a huge greenhouse. Lilies, orchids, magnolia amazed even the most worldly-wise view of its beauty! Two golden retrievers lazily stretched near the painted glass doors, like the guards of the lions, from ancient Chinese mythology. Lena met us in the small hall for receptions. It was a magnificent black and white attire, emphasizing the already excellent figure, but on the face, inner light shines bright, played a friendly smile.

- Hello! Would you like some tea? - Said to Lena, embraced Masha and Andrew - his favorite pupils, and kivnuv me head.

- In your rich tea collections certain to find something that we have not tried... Therefore, it is very even want! - Said Andrei.

- By the way, Meet! This is Katya. - Spohvatilas Masha.

- I know your face - call Lena - because you often go for training...

- Yes! - Not without embarrassment, I admit - I am very pleased that you have me learn. I am happy to meet with you personally!

Lena smiled and called the bell. Minutes after the two appeared mixed with the tea tray. They talked with Volshebnitsa some recent news: the arrival of Vladimir, training in Kostroma, the upcoming exam... I looked forward to the end of their lively conversation, plainly does not present what will happen to me next.

Finally, all were in the room Sacraments upholstered in blue velvet. Curtains were opusheny, burning candles. For me it was cooked in the center of the high chair for my friends - on the blue sofa in the window. The whole ceremony took less than ten minutes, and describe it here makes no sense. I know one thing - my condition after the ritual is modified, as if I have a very different (and internal and external)! The body spilling unusually warm energy, force increased by tens of times...

Lena sat squat in front of me and stroked me on the arm, said:

- Remember! Any knowledge that we open this first and foremost responsibility of every lived day for each your step. The more you have the force - the more of that responsibility to others and ourselves! For his ability to each of us must pay act in the name of love! Knowledge can not be stored in one person, it is important to pass on. Candidates choose you own, listening to his heart. Many have come to you for help making your choice, many Vision otkroesh you as soon as they are ready to see it. But no one person you do not have the right to disclose knowledge against his wishes, or if he was not prepared to accept the truth. For this very strictly punished!
She spoke little, but every word sorceress raised in my soul response, a number of associations that give new meaning to all the above, and it was wonderful! If only I could describe what happened in one word, it would call all this "transformation"! I think accidentally fell on a round mirror that hung to one side of the door: my eyes shined like two of sun, a person beginning to radiate inner light, and the lips frozen in a gentle smile...

- That's a yes! - I exclaimed admiringly.

- This is only the beginning! Welcome! - Winked at me Andrew, embracing rather Masha.

Some weeks later, I approached my first student - Dmitriy - solid man, likes esoterics known and luxurious black mustache. From the first words I felt how far he will go. Dima asked me about the new book voila Lena "Garden Flowers", expressing a suspicion that the allegory may be hiding a real place on the map, and a purely intuitively assuming its coordinates. He almost guess and it is certainly corrupt, causing me concern. We met at one of the trainings held Volodya.

The first time I had a feeling that I somehow unthinkable to attract certain people. They asked questions to which I knew the exact answers and meet me on my own... I easily угадывала their thoughts and intentions...

Thus began my first workout, where I played the role of master of a certain category. And with them began, and for many years the teachings...