The coordinates of awakening
2022
Marina Isachenko
Translator Alexandra Sapronova
© Marina Isachenko, 2022
© Alexandra Sapronova, translation, 2022
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TO THE READER
I am writing this book for those who have all their lives avoided esotericism, but from birth knew God and communicated with him. Those who are harmless and will NEVER take something belonging to others.
For those who seek their higher purpose, whatever it may be, who are ready to SERVE GOD, even at the cost of their worldview and life.
For those in whom there are no superfluous emotions, but there is an understanding of the HIGH VALUE of every born and unborn person.
For those who KNOW for SURE that we are born and die many times, so they strive to preserve the purity of their thoughts and life at all costs
If this text seems stilted to you, you dont have to read any more. This books time will come later.
The book contains much more information than is obvious. Each paragraph is a form of self-diagnosis for the possibility of transformation towards oneself.
A FAIRY TALE ABOUT THE CEILING
The movement of civilization towards a bright future for every person is progressive and dynamic. Many sciences strive to tell you what to do and how to do it, in a certain sequence, and for what. All knowledge can be found, all theories can be proven again or refuted. Everything is allowed. The measure of freedom borders on impunity.
The current civilization is harmonious in its paradoxical nature: all the conditions have been created to block the natural needs of humanity: to give birth, to live simply and quietly, working on your land, creating your own world, your own space. These little things that give simple human happiness [making simple human happiness available] are excluded from the system of survival in our world.
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For whom was this world invented, I ask myself, how did it happen that most of the inhabitants of the World are deprived of the opportunity to take all the elements of happiness, and are forced to always earn their living through sweat and blood, working for self-destruction in peacetime?
How did it happen that the natural needs began to be considered a tendency to debauchery, drunkenness, gluttony or addiction? How did it happen that you dont want to bring your children into the world, because there is no time to spend with them, and after raising a child in a hostile environment, you dont know how to help them become a person?
How did it happen that, when striving for freedom, each of us falls into a certain dependence: debts, limited resources, a lack of understanding of society, the arbitrariness of officials, the inability to remove from ourselves the abomination of information and social unrest?
After all, even the powerful of this world, who are at the top of the hierarchy, are not happy. Their children are also not protected from hostility, since even at the top the fear of loss and the feeling of slave-like dependence rule all.
What happened? What kind of vicious circle do we go through, striving for freedom and becoming more and more entangled with each step in a strange web of social conventions, connections and directions?
What kind of civilization is this, that turns all concepts upside down, excluding from the system of the world the carriers of the future, children, and the carriers of the past-the elderly, thus shortening our lives to the size of social utility? Social utility to whom? From 18 to 45 whats next? 28 years of active life, and then social death then an ordinary death, and the ones who do not want to live by these rules are marginal people, and are already being purged from social processes by public opinion, as not fast enough for the modern world? Children should not be produced, old people should be retired, young people should be involved in social processes.
There is not a single living being on the planet who has been touched by our civilization and who has managed to remain protected, happy and free in their own choice of path.
What is this world we live in?
***
Mom, tell me a story about the ceiling
Once upon a time there was a Ceiling. He lived well and was very proud that he was higher than the Floor. That people were walking under him, and he was holding a Chandelier. Every night when the lights were turned on, he was particularly proud of his work and his usefulness. Of course he was. It gave so much light.
But one day water poured down on him from above! The ceiling was very surprised and even scared: after all, the Chandelier could be ruined! He looked up for the first time and saw the floor!
The ceiling couldnt believe his eyes and asked: Who are you?
Im Floor, The Floor replied.
No way, the Ceiling protested and inadvertently looked even higher. And It saw another ceiling!!! It cant be, the Ceiling muttered, and looked higher and farther: it cant be
But above was the Floor and Ceiling of the second, third, fourth, and even fifth floors!!! The Ceiling looked even higher and saw something quite unimaginable: the Roof!
The emptiness of the Attic and the purpose of the Roof struck him: The Ceiling realized that there was something that protected it from something unpredictable and unmanageable. And the Ceiling felt the World And the World had lost its usual form.
Then the Ceiling looked up quite high and saw the Sun. Its rays now warmed and burned, then disappeared behind the clouds, then again shone bright and pure. And the Ceiling realized that there is Love
Now sleep
A LESSON ABOUT THE STRUCTURE OF THE WORLD
I had almost filled out the log when a question suddenly rang out from the audience:
Tell us about your concept of the world
In what sense? the question surprised me.
I always adhered to the lesson plan, only occasionally giving special exercises to students if they could not solve their problems on their own. The exercises were quite practical, including knowledge from psychology and economics. Thats all.
Of course, I found out about their problems from their own thoughts, which, recently I have been hearing quite clearly, but I never asked aloud what was going on with them. By solving problems, they simultaneously solved their own life issues, without making excuses, without explaining anything to anyone.
Periodically, students from other groups came to my lectures. Once they caused me a lot of trouble by leaving the seminar of the head of the department where I was working. Since then, Ive banned other students from attending my classes, but almost every lecture had two or three people in the audience I hadnt seen before. Today was another such instance.
The most frightening thing is to hear fear. It was not by chance that each of my lectures began with filling out documents in these moments of silence, I listened to my students. Calling them by name, listening to each one. I started doing this after one case, when I heard a girl at a lecture thinking about suicide. I then hastily came up with a task for her about identifying employees with hidden motivation, and at the end of the lecture I asked her to stay. It turned out that a woman in the subway pricked her boyfriend with a needle, allegedly infected with hepatitis B, shouting that I will not die alone!. Now he began to prepare to take his own life, but he had not yet decided how to deliver the news to his parents. The insane situation, the insane fear, the insane pain threatened to turn into irreversible grief.
Hes not really sick, I said, almost at random, following only my gut. I didnt know if I was right or not. It was necessary to force them to act creatively. I called the hotline together with the girl and clarified that hepatitis in the first weeks of infection is quite curable It was not difficult to find out where to take tests. A week later, the boy himself called and said that he was healthy.
Such situations were rare. But every time I ran into them, it was like walking along the edge of a knife where someone elses life was on the line. Sometimes it took me considerable effort to intercept the fall. Gradually, an understanding developed: helping is my key need. But not everyone needs my help, because any intervention of mine will radically and irrevocably change a persons life.
At the same lectures I observed how some students switched off into a hypnotic-like sleep with the beginning of my words and came to their senses only by the phrase class is over. Where their consciousness was wandering at these moments I could not determine. Rather, it seemed that, coming into contact with my consciousness, their system hung up and turned on only when I stopped broadcasting the material.
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The school year was ending. The last time I taught at the university. I warned everyone in the department about my dismissal. I was terribly sorry to leave, but I was even more tired of the constant noise of other peoples problems in my head, of the tension when you hear a mental cry for help or despair that youth is not able to express. Someone is always hungry, because they ran out of money. Someone broke up with a loved one. Someone evaluates my appearance. Someone has problems with parents or family Constant noise.
I have often been told by students that when I tell the material, it is as if they see an internal training film. Thats probably why my lectures were always quiet. Many people began to come up with questions for me and ask me to convert them into tasks. Some reported that they stopped being ill after my lectures, and asked to come with friends. Others asked to work with them individually.
All this was very much beyond the scope of correct teaching at the university. Thats why I decided to leave to go into private practice.
Private practice is a miracle that puts everything in its place. Those who really need to come to me will be able to come to me, and those who are not ready for my influence will not come into contact with me.
I didnt know then what my impact was, but everyone who came to me for help received a completely unexpected result.
Now there is the question of my concept of the world
What do you mean? I asked, still deciding whether to voice what Id been seeing for the past three years or to change the subject.
The question was serious. The kid who asked it a perfect misfit, who was diligently searching for his own concept, but could not find it. Maybe my worldview would help him. And what is spoken out loud might help me realize it myself.
I noticed a long time ago: as soon as I begin to talk, when such knowledge is spoken aloud, I say things that I did not even know I had in me. Controversial problems are solved, new sides of theories are discovered. Names, dates and whole historical stories that are important to me and to the audience come up. Some of them are quite logical, while others I had to look up and find confirmation in historical references or rare sources.
I want to hear the reason you have for helping people? What is it? he asked more decisively.
?
It was an unexpected revelation. I never knew that someone was watching me so closely to notice, that I was quietly aligning their lives
The influence of a teacher assumes a priori some intervention into private space, with the aim of teaching new skills and to enhance student experience the phrase for the response developed, as usual, almost automatically and was launched in the process of speaking. But he continued confidently and aggressively, not allowing anything to stop him:
You change the lives of those with whom you work! They even change in appearance, even more so in personality!
I felt bad-I tried not to make radical changes in an environment where they are not ready for this. Where did I go wrong?! flashed in my head. But when I looked at the students, I thought for a second that I was seeing them for the first time. Thoughtful, greedy eyes were ready to catch every word. This, it turns out, was how much they were interested in the hidden side of my personality. I thought they didnt care. But no
Tell us! You are still going to leave the university! What do you have to lose? And we want to know how you see this world " came from all sides.
So be it, I said, finally making up my mind. Really, what do I have to lose? At least Ill listen to what it sounds like, spoken out loud.
***
And so, I opened my mouth to say the first words, but the air seemed to thicken. It became difficult for me to breathe. Pictures of interconnected systems of energy of our planet began to be unloaded into my consciousness, as if educational films and high-resolution programs were being copied into a computer.
Yes, I really like this process. It was for the sake of these feelings, in order to legalize them in my life and not look stupid, that I aspired to science. It seemed to me that a scientist is allowed to say strange thoughts aloud and sometimes fall out of reality. I had to bring myself back to reality every time I left the library or the university. I didnt care much about the rules of life. But my life experience has shown that a neat appearance and external adequacy allow you to avoid many problems and collisions. Over time, I learned to be diligently silent, to be friendly, to have a set of socially significant attributes that a person of the desired community usually has.
Gradually, I grew accustomed to this condition, and it became comfortable for me. Only now did I notice that I had never told anyone in the last ten years about something that really impressed or excited me. The information about the structure of the World that had recently unfolded in my head, accompanied by imaginative series of significant situations and iconic meetings that took place in reality, was too much even for a scientist with a degree to broadcast.
And I suddenly realized that I DIDNT KNOW HOW to talk about what was really important to me.
This is the defensive reaction of my psyche. So, I opened my mouth, but I choked
***
I was silent for a minute trying to control my own vocal cords, but my voice reappeared only when I decided to make the situation comfortable for myself:
I will tell you everything in detail, but I only ask that those, who are not very interested or who have other things to do, to leave. I dont want to be interrupted or disturbed by extraneous desires. This is my first time voicing my worldview, and I would hate for anyone to interfere with my story.
No one moved. The air thickened a little more. Now the images and information rows lined up in my mind. It was only necessary to open my mouth and say the first word, so that the information began to form itself into consecutive phrases and sentences. At the same time, a mental film unfolded in front of my inner eye, clarifying the details and allowing me to describe the figurative series and moments more correctly. This is how I passed my exams, and how all my papers, including my dissertation, were written. The only thing that I had to bother with sometimes was to sum up the results in order to differentiate the information blocks among themselves and to place accents for the listeners. It was something of a favorite game.