Prose

Lake of monks

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I was standing on the shore and watched as the Master Yu Lin examines the depth of the lake with the boat, descending into the water a long rope with the load. «Exactly three minutes of immersion», - he said of the case.

I knew that the test will start tomorrow at dawn, and I will watch the dedication of young monks, and to remove all religious rite for the camcorder and a special camera that can distinguish kerlianovskoe light. But consciousness does not fit any idea how enlightened to bless this event, the more that "the secret material should be handed over to intelligence agencies.

As if reading my thoughts, Yu Lin said with a smile: "Every cause, has its own root. The reasons there are consequences, and the consequences - the consequences!"

Having been someone's mind, I looked and saw Master Wei Duy gesture, invited us to the evening meal. Monks exercised in the yard in the art of theological dispute ... They observe a strict three-day post, so the three of us have supper.

Master Duy Wei told what herbs he gathered in the mountains, and yet, as found in the waterfall of three senior monks from a nearby monastery at ten kilometers from here. I ate with pleasure a portion of Jampa and drank tea with butter, then leave alone mentors, agreed with them permission to wander through the monastery.

Went up a month, and the frescoes on the walls of books that came to life and full of inner light. On the eve of the entrance of a small burn lampadka, the forgotten one of the monks... It is a reddish light shade trees on the land of dance, fantastically intertwined branches. Book of sacred statues guarding dogs Fu - the defenders of evil spirits: one of them put an arm on the ball, the other fed calves. It was so quiet and calm that it seemed very heavenly grace went down to the ground in advance of the event tomorrow. I had a little wander through the old cemetery among the pagodas of great masters, reflecting on the fleetingness each allotted to us on earth moments, and departed in the cell test equipment for tomorrow. For a window flicker lake, promises interesting discoveries and new mysteries.

The test first. Equilibrium.

Dozens of fires in the predawn haze! I stood in the inner yard of the temple and removed the camera shape of trees and figures of monks, stood in a long line. At a height of almost three floors had been some tight lines, on its monks had to go almost five hundred meters, holding a lighted candle in his hand. It seemed like it almost impossible...

But the first man had climbed on a ladder and took the first step. His hands were not even six, as he was walking, it is easy balancing and looking straight ahead with the kind of unflappable, even a hot wax burn his fingers, shaking a fishing-line and sag.

And then I caught himself on the fact that my hands are terribly poholodeli and heart bump beater alarm bells. The irony! I was scared for him, but he was quiet!

Once to the end, the young man sprygnul to the ground, like a cat, and raspryamivshis, went aside and sat on the ground a little off.

Next test, I had to take pictures before, during and after the air ways to fix the change of colors aura. It was a very young boy of eleven years, but all with the same calm face of the Warrior. Yu Lin warned him about the shooting for the moment before the first step, and he approached me and asked no more photographs. According to Masters, the camera noticeably distorts reality, and sometimes completely alter the truth for a lie, and only people with special abilities can fully see and interpret color aura.

We stood nearby and watched the scene, and the monks quickly succeeded each other. Suddenly Duy Wei came to one young man in line and established his eyes with black silk ribbon. Those monks with some changes, as a young man with a blindfold remained indifferent to what is happening and even more immersed in the trance. When the turn came to him, I again turned to the camcorder.

The first step was the most difficult. Yu Lin told the young man to throw down a candle, and go forward raskinuv hands for balance. And then an unexpected thing happened. Land at the bottom broke out, and flames vzmetnulos up. I interrogative looked at Masters, but my mind was left unanswered. Reach out to the middle of the road, a monk pokachnulsya and задрожал of stress. Duy Wei zasheptal any word on the secret language, after which the student to regain his balance and ended his air way decent.

I was surprised the person next monk. The mask of fear and hope at the same time. Duy Wei explained to me after that, a black silk ribbon - it is primarily a test for a monk, following what was going blind. Master also admitted that he helped the monk to go blindfolded his power and spells.

In general, the entire process took two hours, the fall was not unexpected surprises, too, except for the Ignition of land, which continued to smolder barely noticeable...

- Did you know that the earth turns? - I asked a mentor with a wisp of a smile, when the last monk easily sprygnul to the ground.

- That I have set fire to it, - said Yu Lin.

Testing of the second. Dance to the glowing coals.

Only at first glance it seems that there is nothing special. Maybe because it violated the sacrament of the dance of Western civilization, pervert its essence and in part out of pervoistoki. I remember that when I was a child, to us in high school come some people who begin to breed in the backyard fires, and then with the help of a strange rite of children immersed in trance with the permission of teachers and parents, and invites us to walk on burning brand. The only thing I remember - a state of complete confidence and knowledge that will not burn - a necessary condition for a ceremony.

At the very moment of passing through the coal - in the head with no thought, the body is completely relaxed, the fear and pain of missing. There's only goal - to move to the other side of the road through the hot bar. This is actually all I have to recreate the painting in memory of this episode in my life. However, a tremendous interest in the limitless possibilities of man, caused me this event was an important building block in a mosaic of the circumstances that led me to the cause of all my life - my destiny.

And here I am here in the monastery, but only as an observer and researcher. Senior monk beats in a ritual drum, calling the disciples to set the desired mood and rhythm. Others sit in the lotus posture around the smoldering fire and wisely keeps the concentration of forces, reading mantras. The smoke and the rumble of votes creates a light feeling of mystery, and it is in range is the first man. His chaotic motion and smooth, but inside the monk as if lit confidence and a spirit of harmony.

Along with the growing rhythm of a drum battle, dance reaches its climax, and the monk begins to spin magic. Circling occurs in several planes, and the frenzied speed of the coals and cause flare is bright tongues of flame and clouds of sparks vzvivayutsya up. The spectacle is so beautiful and mysterious, that is difficult to describe! It seems a bit more, and the monk otorvetsya from the ground and fly up. Once, when the drum tail away, in terms of the next person and repeats all over again, but the picture becomes somewhat different dance. There is a feeling that the monks of engaging in dialogue: they come into a fight, then meet in a friendly in-flight at high superelevation, there are independent of each other. Nevertheless, in dance there is one rule: zachin, development, climax and apogee, and so on, in a spiral with a new release. Maximum range can be up to five monks, followed by a small group of mentors give rest and spin a new goloveshek to the center platform.

It should be noted that at the end of the ritual, all the monks went in a circle blindfolded and form some semblance of a living wall, holding onto the shoulders of fellow human beings. When prompted, Masters' wall breaks, the monks moved at random and then look for the shoulders, but the other fellow...

- The point is to feel, to trust, to love, - whispered in my ear Duy Wei.

The test third. Intuition.

Continuation of the sacrament was followed by closer to noon when the sun stood at zenith. On the shore of the lake stood the first group of monks, and Duy Wei gave the command to sit in a boat. Throughout the priests Yu Lin explained to me step by step everything that the monks did, because to observe what is going on in full, I could not.

We sat in a boat and sailed to the coast just at the place where yesterday mentor Meryl depth. I noticed that almost all the monks did some breathing exercises, in which the navel - the center of energy qi - rhythmically dancing. Monks to be a long dive to the bottom of the lake, and more - a long way underwater.

- There, - said Yu Lin, touching the water with your palm - tectonic fault, which forms a series of underwater caves associated with each individual passages.

- Tell me - I was curious - three minutes of immersion is the total time that the monks will conduct a water or depth of the lake?

- Monks train long before the test, so the total time depends solely on the skills and abilities. The depth of the lake - three minutes of immersion, - answered me with a mentor poluulybkoy.

- What is the goal? And what if some monk from sinking? - I do not unimalas.

- The Monks - purely intuitively guess which of the many conversions to the surface, that is, to find the right solution, but this is - not all. Such tests are carried out here is not the first year, and while there were no casualties - said mentor.

- There are still pitfalls? - I just wondered.

- Naturally! Grotto with crocodiles! Well, you see everything is now.

I could not understand jokes, or the teacher says gravely. Where crocodiles in the monastery of China? In the holy lake!

While I think and lose at your wit's end, Duy Wei waved to us from the shore by hand, in announcing the test of open-ended, and then disappeared for a little off the rock.
I lost so much that not even noticed, whether the air breathed first monk before immersion. Yu Lin naputstvennyh took a few words for the student, with each test, he said something.

After a while mentor moved to another ship, and ordered me to swim to the bank to continue monitoring already under the supervision of master Duy Veyya. I went to serving comb rock, half-hidden by fog.

Podplyv closer, I saw the narrow entrance to the cave where I had to enter. Master helped me drag the boat to land, and invited to follow him.

Inside, it was damp and cold. Cave irradiate light of burning torches, along a narrow corridor. When it ended, we were at the low projection, which is very reminiscent of the balcony. Under us, dimly twinkle silver-black water and, after a moment, I was able to discern at the bottom of any movement. I'd expected: on the slippery open ground near water kishmya kisheli Nile crocodiles! Some of them are too lazy to handle with the side to side, others slowly moved in search of a warm place. Judging by the calm behavior, they were satisfied and happy.

This is the culmination of the test, and here is one monk vynyrnul inside the grotto, to make the breath. Sound greedily absorbed oxygen echoes reflected from the mirrored walls of the cave. Monk could not see either me or the teachers, because we hid serrated edge of the black stone. Apparently, crocodiles, too, were not immediately seen. Nadyshavshis enough, the young man grabbed it for granite curb, but in horror otdernul hand and zastonal. It seemed that the fear paralyzed monk so that the desperate beating of his heart distributed simultaneously everywhere. Glory to God, crocodiles are not expressed in relation to the methane-water figure of the slightest interest. By bringing the last remains of strength and courage, the young man breathed deeply and disappeared under the water.

At the same moment Duy Wei grabbed me by the hand and started running down the narrow gallery, which opened in the crevice between the huge boulders somehow miraculously.

Perhaps the master quietly for me to push some secret button, open an additional pass...

"How many more secret rooms and galleries in a cave?" - I spoke on the run.

I was struck by the movement teacher: he seemed Parrilla above the ground, barely touching her feet. In my head swirl swept the phrase "levitiruyuschy monk and растаяла in the depths of the subconscious. Duy Wei jumping from stone to stone with unimaginable ease my passion further and no little without worrying about my modest by the standards of physical ability here. Finally we stopped. I was forced to zazhmuritsya of bright white light blinded me for a moment.

- This is the sacred gates of the Buddha - whispered in my ear a teacher. Before they could get only the most enlightened monks - my best students!

- Yes, but I see only the patient stone, which pierces through the glare, the closing of a regular tunnel - as a whisper I replied.

- Gates are on the wrong side of the mountain, you can only pass through the wall, reading some ancient spell ...

- The monks know that spell?

- Know only two or three monks, and the rest - no. The point is that the mantra is written in a language taynopisi and tuck in one of thousands of manuscripts of texts.

- So, you must find and decipher, is not it? But its existence, they even know?

- I have not once mentioned about it, only to find it almost impossible. I do not remember exactly where it is stored. Only a man with extraordinary intuition to find the desired page and decrypt text. But this is not enough...

- What you need more, Duy Way! - And here my own voice seemed to me somehow loud, impatient and abrupt. I am red, and lowered her eyes.

- Clean Heart! - Master smiled indulgently. - Only people with a pure heart is able to read thoughts, decipher the inscriptions, unmistakably choose the path and pass through walls.

- You are right - I could hardly hear the call and sat down at the squat. The head gradually start sing and circled from fatigue and shortage of air.

- Come to the door of the gate - authoritatively told me Master.

I hardly picked up from the ground and came closer.

- There are very strong Tantric forces protecting the entrance of the invasion of foreign... In another time, and without my help you can not enter here just because, but for now I want you to feel what it means to Love and Light. Apply the hand to the stone covering the entrance, and hear all their substance. This falls a little chance - to absorb and remember!

Light polilsya in me waves of heat and negi. The whole river Love shed all my being, okutyvaya me from inside and outside, nakryvaya with head and body caress each box, each string of soul. Unknown energy beaten into me the key, paving their own path through life and on the fantastically intertwined within me in the gay dance youth...

A Light has not been named and it was a billion names at the same time, he was full and empty, anywhere and everywhere... He was gentle and had enormous power that can destroy and build, he inspired awe and confidence... How can I describe him to someone who is neither the time is not approaching the gate at a small distance? In the area of the heart, somewhere over the sternum to life an entire universe, filled with joy, happiness, peace, magic, thanks... I ceased to understand themselves, their body. At some moment, I became very light and therefore felt that now, finally, returned home after a long road...

Master tryas me by the shoulders and it seems, was not frightened at the joke. Before consciousness doletali barely scraps of phrases: "Come back!" and something in Chinese...

I abruptly sat immediately terrible nausea and the approaches to the throat. Duy Wei became clap movements warm my body and pressed a few spots on my face and hands. After about five minutes I was able to own up to their feet.

- Back you go to one of the gallery - Master said, pointing me to another way, just opened the right doors. - Yu, Lin will meet you outside, and I will return to rvu with crocodiles.

I'm not even surprised to another secret move in the center of the gray rocks, and collected balances of forces, went on a narrow dark corridor to the touch. On top of that, then dribble, sometimes over their heads something fast to be read. "Bats," - I guessed.

Finally at the end of the tunnel the day begin to dawn light, and I heard the voice of the monks.

The track, which I was gradually came down to the lake and ended in semicircular stone bowl. In the center stood Yu Lin, and quite a large group of brothers and they all looked with curiosity at the transparent blue water, wash bright light and sparkling in the sun rays. I approached the teacher and also looked down.

- Welcome to the world! - With a smile, let out a mentor. - Well over a grid that covers the entrance to the underwater cave? Now there is another vyplyvet my disciple.

I got up on all fours, to better see what is happening, and indeed, after a while on the other side of the lattice seen someone's silhouette.

Subject grabbed with both hands behind bars and became violently shake it. Obviously, he did not have enough air.
Stand alongside the monks genially laughed and began to make other marks. Yu Lin raised palm up, encouraging them to silence. Finally, the subject noticed a group of people on top and stopped to shake the bars. At this time his fingers carefully studied every millimeter of obstacles, yet few bars not sat back forward, releasing the passage. Yu Lin gave him a hand and help get to the site.

The young man, all could not breath, and the teachers in the meantime it warms the body and nadavlival at biologically active points.

- This is the last - said mentor and has already gathered to sit in a boat, when suddenly one of the brothers shouted something, pointing to the underwater grotto.

The attention of the group was once again riveted to the tunnel and lattice. And what was everyone's surprise, when the dark spot had become a shapeless figure in the loose, but on the surface surfaced himself master Duy Way! Water flowing from a thin trickle, and formed a puddle in the center of concave areas. At this time laughing already Yoo Lin, patted each other on the shoulder.

- He held me good this time! - Winked at me a mentor.

- Spontaneity, my friend, this is the path to creativity. A youthful creativity returns Creator - Duy said Wei.

Instead epilogue.

Seven Hours in the evening was the grand banquet in honor of Initiation and Transition to take on a new level! Served up the meat and fish, fresh vegetables, fruits and even some sweets!

- Now they can be called a real master! - Proudly noted Yu Lin.

- What happened to those students who have passed through the gate of the Buddha? - With a sinking heart I asked.

- There they met other teachers ...- why it is sad to let out a mentor.

- And they never return to our world?

- Everything is possible! For everything there is a time! - Followed by a response.

I sincerely thanked Yu Lin and Duy Veyya per meal, for giving me the opportunity to attend the initiation rituals and observe the entire testing process from the inside and went up to collect things. Tomorrow I had to leave.

The monks are already asleep when I went into the inner courtyard of the monastery to bid farewell to.

The sky was completely covered with pearl bulk of distant stars, the mountains seemed to be singing, rezoniruya in tight as bowstring, the air and deep raskatistym echoes avalanches and ice falls, and Lake of monks still mysterious twinkle in the moonlight.

My ears could barely discern melodious sounds, as if issued by a bamboo flute. I came closer and the beautiful, profound music to the eyes navernulis tears. It seemed that the entire universe with its space force embodied in the amazing, sacred melodies, subtle string touches the soul.
Young monk, still quite a child, just envy me, and ceased to play a sad sigh.

- Why are you single? Why not sleep and sadness in such an important moment for you? - I asked the boy in English.

Despite his young age, he possessed the language well and willingly told me that he - the only one monk, did not pass the test, and devoid of ceremony of dedication.

- Are you do not have the air at the time of immersion? - I asked.

- It is not in this, - answered the boy. - I lost in the caves, because poorly trained intuition. Duy Wei rescued me and the brothers are laughing ...

- You all will be fine! - For some reason, I said confidently optimistic. - You've heard about the Gates of the Buddha?

- Brothers said ... - He started it.

- Next year you'll see Gateway! Look for the text in the Holy Scriptures and rasshifruy message. It is the key, unlocking the other entrance to the world!

Boy zahlopal her long eyelashes and looked at me trusting, kind, radiant eyes and nodded in agreement. I approached him and embraced him tightly as the best friend and brother, but he was a child vshlipnul on my shoulder.

I went along the walls of the monastery, and the flute sing again, taking away all sadness, doubt, eternity, and merging with vospevaya joy of life.

"A man can feel so thin and create a beautiful music, is truly pure in heart!" - I thought with a smile.