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What was it? - seeing Me empty-handed, asked Uriel.
“As expected, the soul of a mortal,” I replied.
- But why did she look like that? - Mikhail was surprised.
“During his lifetime, the mortal to whom this soul belonged abused alcohol,” I began to explain, “and after the death of my body, this addiction was transmitted to her. As you know, souls cannot eat or drink, but they do smell. Leaving a mortal body, the soul of an alcohol addict rushes to smell in order to find a mortal who is not indifferent to alcohol. Finding one, she sticks to him. She wants to eat constantly, and she makes him drink alcohol again and again. Over time, it becomes a vile, disgusting entity, dragging out its existence only thanks to the vapors of alcohol.

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History of the universe
Yuri Larin

Who are we? Who are we to ourselves and to God? Only she, the book, can answer this question. As soon as she opens her pages before her eyes, a journey through the mysterious corridors of history will begin ... The History of the Universe.

History of the universe

Yuri Larin

Illustrator Olga Levina

ISBN 978-5-4493-5850-9

Part one

Foreword

From an ancient manuscript that miraculously ended up in my hands, I learned why we were born and live in this world. It details the origins of planets, angels, demons and much more. This literally unique book turned my worldview, made me look at life from a different angle.

But first things first.

Over the long years of work as a special correspondent, he has repeatedly become an eyewitness to how innocent people received serious injuries and died. When I retired, I bought a small house outside the city and decided to write a book about the injustice happening in our world. I have accumulated a sufficient amount of material about those who are guilty of bloody showdowns, and the reasons due to which the "powerful of this world" broke the fate of millions of people. But the tragic incident that happened to my friend, the captain of a small fishing boat, drastically changed the topic of the future book.

His ship, returning to port with a good catch, was blown up by a mine during the First World War. Together with him, two more fishermen died, the rest received only light injuries.

Walking from the cemetery with a former colleague in the journalistic workshop, I said indignantly:

- Why does it happen? Where's the justice? He has done nothing wrong in his life.

- If you are so interested, study the pedigree of all the victims, and you may find the answer. Believe me, there is something mystical in this! My colleague said mysteriously.

His answer made me want to understand everything. I rummaged through many archives and found that the fishermen who were mortally wounded had ancestors of the military sailors. Moreover, at the beginning of the twentieth century they served on the same mine layer. I analyzed this case and came to the conclusion that many years later, their descendants in some incredible way again ended up together on the same ship and may have died from a mine put by their great-great-grandfathers. What is it? Was it just a coincidence, or was it some unknown force that brought them together? But for what? These questions haunted me.

I sat at a hastily laid table, listening to wishes for health and longevity. When the idle congratulations ended, I unexpectedly voiced the first thought that came to mind:

- Thank you for your kind words, but you need to wish the young people long life. And it's time for me to think about the soul. After all, the time is not far off when my hour of death will come.

These words were memorized by one of my great-grandchildren. Like all children of his age, he was very curious. Choosing the moment when I was left alone, he came up and asked:

- Grandfather, what will happen to you when you die? And what does it mean to "think about the soul"?

This formulation of the question baffled me. Without thinking of anything better, I said:

- You are still small, you will grow up and you will find out everything yourself.

The next morning, yesterday's short conversation with my great-grandson came to my mind. The boy's question made me think.

I retired in my office. I began to remember my youth and reflect on the topic of death.

In his youth and at a more mature age, he clung to life in all ways, just to survive. Fear of death pushed to rash acts, from which innocent people sometimes suffered. The instinct for self-preservation was above all. And in old age "bony" began to appear as something inevitable, and the feeling of fear in front of her noticeably decreased. But I didn't want to bring it closer ahead of time either. After all, it is not known what awaits us after meeting with her. I intuitively felt that the boy's question was closely related to my latest research.

“Everything is decided,” I thought. “I’ll spend the rest of my life looking for answers to my great-grandson’s questions.”

Taking out a blank sheet of paper from a drawer, he made the first entry.

1. What awaits us after death?
2. What is a soul?
On reflection, he added.
3. Why are we born and live in this world?

I decided that I could find the answers in the Bible, and began to scrupulously study it, trying to read "between the lines". But it turned out that after a few weeks only increased the number of questions. Taking the initial list from the table, I made another note.

4. How and where did God come from?

- "What's next? - I thought. - There is also the Alexandrian, Vatican, Sinai Codex. Maybe you should look for answers in the scriptures of other religions? " - It dawned on me, and without delay I went to "surf" the Internet.

Later he met with researchers of various religious teachings, as well as with archaeologists who have devoted their lives to searching for artifacts. I have read the Quran, Vedas and other scriptures. From them I learned a lot for myself. But I did not find an unambiguous answer to my questions, but only added new items to the list.

During my research, I published in one of the publications my version about the creation of the world, the confrontation between angels and demons, based on the Scriptures and some artifacts. But that was just a theory, I had no direct evidence.

I felt that death was not far off, and the fact that the questions of my great-grandson remained unanswered was upsetting. If before he went to the temple of God from time to time, now, in the hope of getting answers to his questions, he tried to visit it regularly.

And then one day at four in the morning I was woken up by a phone call. "What could have happened?" - I thought anxiously, because at such a time no one called me for a long time.

“Hello,” I said with excitement.

- Hello, - I heard a soft baritone on the other end of the telephone receiver, - I'm sorry for calling so early, but the matter is urgent. I have read your article and I think I can help you give more accurate information.

- Who am I talking to? - I became interested. - How can you help me?

My name is Mikhail, I am an archaeologist, - continued a pleasant voice. - The fact is that during the excavation of an ancient temple, I found an amazing artifact. I think you will be interested in him. If you want, I can show it to you.

- Of course! - I was delighted. - When can we meet?

- I'm passing here and calling from the airport. If it's convenient for you, I'll come right now.

- Yes Yes! - Hastily agreed. “I'm looking forward to seeing you,” and hung up.

I had barely finished taking the morning toilet when the doorbell rang, and I heard a familiar voice:

- Open, this is Michael.

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” I shouted, putting on my shirt as I walked. He glanced at his watch in passing and noted to himself that no more than seven minutes had passed since the telephone conversation.

- Please, - opening the door, I said with slight emotion, - come in, please.

A blond man entered the house. Looking thirty years old, tall, dressed in a white suit and shoes of the same color. He was holding a large cardboard box in his hands.

“Hello, I’m Mikhail,” the blue-eyed man introduced himself with a kind glance. The slight smile on his round face was conducive to communication.

“Now I’ll make coffee and sandwiches,” I fussed.

“Don't worry, we were well fed on the plane,” he said, still smiling. “Besides, I don't have much time.

Mikhail put the box on the floor and slowly opened it. From there he carefully took out a thick leather-bound book and handed it to me. Hands trembling with excitement, I took a heavy tome.

- Have you subjected it to spectral analysis? What era does the book belong to? Who is the author? - I pelted Mikhail with questions.

- Read, - ceasing to smile, Mikhail spoke in a serious tone. - You yourself have to answer these questions.

- Have you even read it yourself? I asked incredulously.

“Only the first page,” he replied. - Then I realized that it was not meant for me. On this, let me take my leave, I have to go. On the way back I'll stop by to pick her up. Goodbye!

- Bon Voyage! - I wished, seeing him to the door. - Thank you.

“Just in time,” I thought when I saw a detachment of angels led by Gabriel and Metatron, which wedged into the ranks of evil spirits.
The depths of space lit up with flashes of fire - Asmodeus and his army fiercely cut the seal on the gates of hell. The sparks created by the blades flew so far that mortals could contemplate them through their powerful telescopes. A few thousand more blows and the seal went out. At the same time, having broken the resistance of the troops of Python and Mammon, Gabriel and Metatron systematically advanced through the hordes of demons to the opening gates.

I told you that I would get out of here !!! - roared Lucifer, flying out of hell. Behind him, accompanied by demons, the figure of Beelzebub appeared.
- Enough! - I reasoned, and let out a blinding light. For everyone who was a participant or witness of this action, time has stopped. I flew up to Lucifer and brought his head out of the state of immobility. The fallen man's revived eyes flashed angrily and stared at me.
- What now? He asked angrily, looking around.
“It all depends on you,” I said. - Look where your stubbornness has led.

With a movement of my hand, I slowly turned it one hundred and eighty degrees. Hundreds of thousands of angels and demons froze in a fierce battle. Many were already lying exhausted by the blows from the weapons.
- Look, these are the ones you hope for. - I zoomed in a picture of members of the diaspora. The tired look of Python and Mammon spoke of how hard it was for them to hold back the blows of the archangels, and Satan and Astaroth, being at a respectful distance from the battlefield, looked blankly at what was happening. And only three heads of Asmodeus expressed violent delight at the appearance of Lucifer. “If you managed to pay attention, then Belial and Abaddon are not here at all.

Why are you showing me all this? Lucifer asked roughly.
- So that you finally understand that there is no agreement and mutual understanding in your team. It is high time for you to understand that I will always be one step ahead and stop any of your ideas.
- So destroy us! - Lucifer's eyes flashed with hatred.
“You know it's not in my rules. In the not too distant future, you yourself will liquidate yourself. And now I will send all those you just saw to hell.
“Well, well,” Lucifer said gloatingly. - Darkness is stronger than all, it will still free us, and what is happening behind your back proves this once again.

Turning around, I saw that Mammon, Python, Astaroth and Satan, who remained outside my field of vision for a split second, disappeared without a trace.
- It turns out, - continued Lucifer, grinning, - that you are not subject to everything. Sooner or later, but I'll get out of here.
- Fools, - I tried to reason. “Without knowing it, you are only bringing your death closer.
- So if you are not going to destroy us, then how can we die? Lucifer asked. - Or will you betray your principles?
“You will perish from your own vices,” I replied calmly.
- Like this? - Lucifer did not understand.
- Think it yourself, - I said, making passes with my hands.

Lucifer tried to say something else, but the fire tornado I caused caught up the members of the diaspora who remained on the battlefield, and with a terrible roar dragged them into the half-open gates of hell. Placing the seal in its place, I started the time again, thereby bringing my assistants out of their torpor.
- And where are all the evil spirits? Metatron asked in amazement.
“In hell,” I replied.
- The whole diaspora? Gabriel asked.
- Unfortunately not. Darkness somehow managed to wake Astaroth, and he managed to take Satan, Python and Mammon with him.

A few minutes later, the rest of the archangels flew in on the signal sent by Gabriel.
- What happened here? - Michael asked first of all.
“An unsuccessful attempt by the diaspora to free the prisoners of hell,” Metatron replied.
“As a result,” said Gabriel, “Purgatory was replenished by Asmodeus.
- I wonder how long the diaspora will go into the shadows? Uriel asked.
- No, - I answered, - the Darkness will not let them sit idle. As soon as they come to their senses after what happened today, they will start nasty again. We should focus on the Earth. It is there that the Devil will throw his forces, but let us not forget about other worlds. As recent events have shown, they are masters of preparing large-scale provocations and wars.

Maybe place a sign on the earth to show what will happen to those who do not worship God? Sandalfon asked. - And then people, and, indeed, other civilizations that settled on the planet, have forgotten about their mission - to love and do good.
“I believe that any forced action will only alienate their souls,” Raphael said. - Another solution to the problem is needed. They should choose God by heart, not by imposition.
“You're right,” Gabriel agreed. - Think that the best way to send people on the right track is a personal example of one of them. He must clearly show what he needs to strive for in this life, namely, to love and give good to others.
“Pick a suitable candidate,” I said to Sandalfon. - And I will direct the Divine Spirit into his soul.
- What will be the essence of his mission? Sandalfon asked.
- It is very simple, - I replied, - he will give good.

That's good, ”Sandalfon said. - But I am also concerned about the fact that in this moment a ship is sent to Earth from Paros. He is taking the Atlanteans there, who staged a riot in the city of Mir.
- Isn't it dangerous? - asked Raphael. - After all, they can do this!
“Don't worry,” Gabriel answered. - Since they do not have death penalty and prisons, the court decided to clear their memory and send them to Earth so that their presence would not remind of the tragic incident.
“But we know very well that with their lifespan, sooner or later, memory will return to them. How then to be? Uriel asked.

You probably forgot, - continued Gabriel, - that life on Earth is very different, and their life will not exceed a thousand years. And if you also take into account the fact that they were sent without a vitamin and mineral complex that supports life expectancy, then they are unlikely to be able to step over the three hundred year mark.
“Besides,” Mikhail entered into the dialogue, “tireless hunters are already settling on this planet. They will make sure that evil spirits do not approach the Atlanteans and stir up their memory. But, to be honest, I am a little worried about my charges. Not only has the life of Saaram's warriors halved, but it is also alarming that they now contain mere mortal souls, and no matter how this may affect their behavior.

The blood flowing in their veins contains no information about addictions, so I think your worries are in vain, - said Metatron.
“It’s good if it does,” Mikhail replied.
- Well, a new round of life begins on Earth. Its population is becoming so diverse that it only awakens interest in it. I ask you all to pay attention to it, but without damaging the systems entrusted to you. All the best! - I finished.

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Reviews

You, to my grandchildren, have almost clearly demonstrated how carnal vices arise, arise and develop, leading to murder, suicide, gluttony, alcoholism and non-traditional orientation and their consequences.

Thank you for this socially important philosophical work, which teaches you how to resist vices and the forces of evil. Your work is a draft scenario for a multi-part saga about the creation of the world and the battle for pure human souls.

Yuri, I wish you and your family a Happy New Year 2018 and Merry Christmas!
I wish you peace, kindness, prosperity and more health, as well as creative success!
With a bow, Oleg Alexandrovich.

Foreword.

His ship, returning to port with a good catch, was blown up by a mine during the First World War. Together with him, two more fishermen died, the rest received only light injuries.
Walking from the cemetery with a former colleague in the journalistic workshop, I said indignantly:
- Why does it happen? Where's the justice? He has done nothing wrong in his life.
- If you are so interested, study the pedigree of all the victims, and you may find the answer. Believe me, there is something mystical in this! My colleague said mysteriously.

Day after day, I dug through the archives, studying such cases. I got carried away with this topic and completely forgot about my birthday, to which my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren arrived without warning, bringing gifts and treats with them.
I sat at a hastily laid table, listening to wishes for health and longevity. When the idle congratulations ended, I unexpectedly voiced the first thought that came to mind:
- Thank you for your kind words, but you need to wish the young people long life. And it's time for me to think about the soul. After all, the time is not far off when my hour of death will come.

These words were memorized by one of my great-grandchildren. Like all children of his age, he was very curious. Choosing the moment when I was left alone, he came up and asked:
- Grandfather, what will happen to you when you die? And what does it mean to “think about the soul”?
This way of posing the question baffled me. Without thinking of anything better, I said:
- You are still small, you will grow up and you will find out everything yourself.
And in order not to answer his questions further, I quickly went to the guests, leaving the boy unanswered.

The next morning, yesterday's short conversation with my great-grandson came to my mind. The boy's question made me think.
I retired in my office. I began to remember my youth and reflect on the topic of death.
In his youth and at a more mature age, he clung to life in all ways, just to survive. Fear of death prompted rash acts, from which innocent people sometimes suffered. The instinct for self-preservation was above all. And in old age "bony" began to appear as something inevitable, and the feeling of fear in front of her noticeably decreased. But I didn't want to bring it closer ahead of time either. After all, it is not known what awaits us after meeting her. I intuitively felt that the boy's question was closely related to my latest research.

“Everything is decided,” I thought. “I’ll spend the rest of my life looking for answers to my great-grandson’s questions.”
Taking out a blank sheet of paper from a drawer, he made the first entry.
1. What awaits us after death?
2. What is a soul?
On reflection, he added.
3. Why are we born and live in this world?

I decided that I could find the answers in the Bible, and began to scrupulously study it, trying to read "between the lines". But it turned out that after a few weeks I only increased the number of questions. Taking the initial list from the table, I made another note.
4. How and where did God come from?
- "What's next? - I thought. - There is also the Alexandrian, Vatican, Sinai Codex. Maybe you should look for answers in the scriptures of other religions? " - It dawned on me, and without delay I went to "surf" the Internet.

During my research, I published in one of the publications my version of the creation of the world, the confrontation between angels and demons, based on the Scriptures and some artifacts. But that was just a theory, I had no direct evidence.
I felt that death was not far off, and that the questions of my great-grandson remained unanswered was upsetting. If before he went to the temple of God from time to time, now, in the hope of getting answers to his questions, he tried to visit it regularly.

And then one day at four in the morning I was woken up by a phone call. "What could have happened?" - I thought anxiously, because at such a time no one called me for a long time.
“Hello,” I said with excitement.
- Hello, - I heard a soft baritone on the other end of the telephone receiver, - sorry for calling so early, but the matter is urgent. I have read your article and I think I can help you give more accurate information.
- Who am I talking to? - I became interested. - How can you help me?
My name is Mikhail, I am an archaeologist, - continued a pleasant voice. - The fact is that during the excavation of an ancient temple, I found an amazing artifact. I think you will be interested in him. If you want, I can show it to you.
- Of course! - I was delighted. - When can we meet?
- I'm passing here and calling from the airport. If it's convenient for you, I'll come right now.
- Yes Yes! - Hastily agreed. - I look forward to seeing you, - and hung up.

“I didn't tell him my address! - I caught myself, but immediately calmed down. - He found out my phone number, which means the address too. You need to put yourself in order, in about thirty minutes I should drive up. "
I had barely finished taking the morning toilet when the doorbell rang, and I heard a familiar voice:
- Open, this is Michael.
“I'm coming, I'm coming,” I shouted, putting on my shirt as I walked. In passing he glanced at his watch and noted to himself that no more than seven minutes had passed since the telephone conversation.
- Please, - opening the door, I said with slight emotion, - come in, please.

A blond man entered the house. He looked about thirty, tall, dressed in a white suit and shoes of the same color. He was holding a large cardboard box in his hands.
“Hello, I’m Mikhail,” the blue-eyed man introduced himself with a kind glance. The slight smile on his round face was conducive to communication.
“Now I’ll make coffee and sandwiches,” I fussed.
“Don't worry, we were well fed on the plane,” he said, still smiling. “Besides, I don't have much time.

Mikhail put the box on the floor and slowly opened it. From there he carefully took out a thick leather-bound book and handed it to me. Hands trembling with excitement, I took a heavy tome.
- Have you subjected it to spectral analysis? What era does the book belong to? Who is the author? - I pelted Mikhail with questions.
- Read, - ceasing to smile, Mikhail spoke in a serious tone. - You yourself have to answer these questions.
- Have you even read it yourself? I asked incredulously.
“Only the first page,” he replied. - Then I realized that it was not meant for me. On this, let me take my leave, I have to go. On the way back I'll stop by to pick her up. Goodbye!
- Bon Voyage! - I wished, seeing him to the door. - Thank you.

I proceeded to my office. He put the heavy book on the table. He sat down in a chair and carefully opened the strange tome. In it, on time-worn pages, the following was written in calligraphic handwriting:
“Greetings to you, my friend! I see your stubbornness and perseverance that you show at the next rebirth. And I decided to provide you with some clarification. This manuscript contains what humanity needs to know, and nothing more. Don't be surprised when you find blank pages. Look carefully at them, and you will see with your own eyes what I wanted to show you. In the world where I live, the chronology differs from the earthly one, therefore I ask you not to attach special importance to numbers. If you have any questions, you can ask Mikhail later. "

“Strange,” I thought, taking my eyes off the book for a second. The yellowed, dilapidated-looking pages proved to be very durable. Turning a few pages, I found a blank sheet and began to stare at it. Suddenly an image appeared, and, as if on a TV screen, I saw children in snow-white clothes, looking at each other with great interest. I slammed the manuscript down involuntarily. A slight chill ran down my spine.
“Some kind of mysticism,” I thought. "Or maybe they decided to play a trick on me and put some nanosheet with a developing image in the book?"

With some apprehension, I began to carefully examine the folio, but did not find any microcircuits or batteries. Opening the middle manuscript, I looked at the blank sheet again. This time I saw how a humanoid creature with wings behind its back was trying unsuccessfully to get out of the chains of ice.
Out of sudden fear, he closed the book again abruptly.
A doubt crept into me, is it worth studying this manuscript? Isn't it dangerous? But my natural curiosity made me open the pages again, overpowering my own sense of fear.
- “That's it, enough distraction,” I said to myself and continued reading.

Illustrator Olga Levina

ISBN 978-5-4493-5850-9

Part one

Foreword

But first things first.

Over the long years of work as a special correspondent, he has repeatedly witnessed how innocent people received serious injuries and died. When I retired, I bought a small house outside the city and decided to write a book about the injustice that is happening in our world. I have accumulated a sufficient amount of material about those who are guilty of bloody showdowns, and the reasons due to which the "powerful of this world" broke the fate of millions of people. But the tragic incident that happened to my friend, the captain of a small fishing boat, drastically changed the topic of the future book.

His ship, returning to port with a good catch, was blown up by a mine during the First World War. Together with him, two more fishermen died, the rest received only light injuries.

Walking from the cemetery with a former colleague in the journalistic workshop, I said indignantly:

- Why does it happen? Where's the justice? He has done nothing wrong in his life.

- If you are so interested, study the pedigree of all the victims, and you may find the answer. Believe me, there is something mystical in this! My colleague said mysteriously.

I was sitting at a hastily laid table, listening to wishes for health and longevity. When the idle congratulations ended, I unexpectedly voiced the first thought that came to mind:

- Thank you for your kind words, but you need to wish the young people long life. And it's time for me to think about the soul. After all, not far off is the time when my hour of death will come.

These words were memorized by one of my great-grandchildren. Like all children of his age, he was very curious. Choosing the moment when I was left alone, he came up and asked:

- Grandfather, what will happen to you when you die? And what does it mean to “think about the soul”?

This way of posing the question baffled me. Without thinking of anything better, I said:

- You are still small, you will grow up and you will find out everything yourself.

The next morning, yesterday's short conversation with my great-grandson came to my mind. The boy's question made me think.

I retired in my office. I began to remember my youth and reflect on the topic of death.

In his youth and at a more mature age, he clung to life in all ways, just to survive. Fear of death prompted rash acts, from which innocent people sometimes suffered. The instinct for self-preservation was above all. And in old age "bony" began to appear as something inevitable, and the feeling of fear in front of her noticeably decreased. But I didn't want to bring it closer ahead of time either. After all, it is not known what awaits us after meeting her. I intuitively felt that the boy's question was closely related to my latest research.

“Everything is decided,” I thought. “I’ll spend the rest of my life looking for answers to my great-grandson’s questions.”

Taking out a blank sheet of paper from a drawer, he made the first entry.

1. What awaits us after death?
2. What is a soul?
On reflection, he added.
3. Why are we born and live in this world?

4. How and where did God come from?

I felt that death was not far off, and that the questions of my great-grandson remained unanswered was upsetting. If before he went to the temple of God from time to time, now, in the hope of getting answers to his questions, he tried to visit it regularly.

And then one day at four in the morning I was woken up by a phone call. "What could have happened?" - I thought anxiously, because at such a time no one called me for a long time.

“Hello,” I said with excitement.

- Hello, - I heard a soft baritone on the other end of the telephone receiver, - sorry for calling so early, but the matter is urgent. I have read your article and I think I can help you give more accurate information.

- Who am I talking to? - I became interested. - How can you help me?

- Of course! - I was delighted. - When can we meet?

- I'm passing here and calling from the airport. If it's convenient for you, I'll come now.

- Yes Yes! - Hastily agreed. - I look forward to seeing you, - and hung up.

I had barely finished taking the morning toilet when the doorbell rang, and I heard a familiar voice:

- Open, this is Michael.

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” I shouted, putting on my shirt as I walked. In passing he glanced at his watch and noted to himself that no more than seven minutes had passed since the telephone conversation.

- Please, - opening the door, I said with slight excitement, - come in, please.

A blond man entered the house. He looked about thirty, tall, dressed in a white suit and shoes of the same color. He was holding a large cardboard box in his hands.

“Hello, I’m Mikhail,” the blue-eyed man introduced himself with a kind glance. The slight smile on his round face was conducive to communication.

“Now I’ll make coffee and sandwiches,” I fussed.

“Don't worry, we were well fed on the plane,” he said, still smiling. “Besides, I don't have much time.

Mikhail put the box on the floor and slowly opened it. From there he carefully took out a thick leather-bound book and handed it to me. Hands trembling with excitement, I took the weighty tome.

- Have you subjected it to spectral analysis? What era does the book belong to? Who is the author? - I pelted Mikhail with questions.

- Read, - ceasing to smile, Mikhail spoke in a serious tone. - You yourself have to answer these questions.

- Have you even read it yourself? I asked incredulously.

“Only the first page,” he replied. - Then I realized that it was not meant for me. On this, let me take my leave, I have to go. On the way back I'll stop by to pick her up. Goodbye!

- Bon Voyage! - I wished, seeing him to the door. - Thank you.

« Greetings, my friend! I see your stubbornness and perseverance that you show at the next rebirth. And I decided to provide you with some clarification. This manuscript contains what humanity needs to know, and nothing more. Don't be surprised when you find blank pages. Look carefully at them, and you will see with your own eyes what I wanted to show you. In the world where I live, the chronology differs from the earthly one, therefore I ask you not to attach special importance to numbers. If you have any questions, you can ask Mikhail later».

“Some kind of mysticism,” I thought. "Or maybe they decided to play a trick on me and put some nanosheet with a developing image in the book?"

Out of sudden fear, he closed the book again abruptly.

A doubt crept into me, is it worth studying this manuscript? Isn't it dangerous? But my natural curiosity made me open the pages again, overpowering my own sense of fear.

- “That's it, enough distraction,” I said to myself and continued reading.

Starting point

My dream lasted for what seemed like an eternity. But he was interrupted by a blinding flash. I opened my eyes and found that I was alone in pitch darkness, surrounded only by my own light, which shines with a halo around. "I wonder if anyone else is here?" - just had time to think, as a white haze appeared under my feet. Absorbing my light, it rapidly condensed and turned into a small cloud.

"What is this creature?" - I was surprised, and making a small effort, asked as loudly as possible:

“Maybe it doesn't understand the words? Or was it scared of my voice? " - just had time to think, I heard a quiet whisper.

“I don’t know who I am, but your light attracts me. Let me be by your side.

- Stay, please, - I replied, - the two of us will be more fun.

- Why two? - the cloud was surprised. - I see that someone is hiding behind you!

I looked around and saw a silhouette not far off.

- Come to us, - I beckoned him with my hand.

He shook himself and, changing outlines on the way, smoothly sank down next to me. Up close, it turned out to be translucent, and it was not easy to see it. Touching him, I felt an unusual surge of vivacity.

- Who are you? I asked.

“I don’t know,” the silhouette uttered barely audibly, “first I heard your voice, then I saw you. Amazing! - the silhouette continued to broadcast in a cheerful voice, - I feel the beneficial energy emanating from you, it gives me strength. Will you allow me to stay here?

- Of course, stay! If it doesn't mind? - pointing to the cloud, I said in agreement.

- I am for it! - it happily agreed.

- And now, - cheerfully suggested to the silhouette, - let's play catch-up! - and ran across the cloud. The silhouette accepted my challenge and rushed in pursuit, periodically changing its shape on the way.

Playing various games, we received joy and energy from communicating with each other. The silhouette imbued me with its spirit, allowing me to emit even more light necessary to strengthen the cloud. It, in turn, gave energy to replenish the spirit of the silhouette, and also endowed me with extraordinary strength.

None of us had any idea of \u200b\u200bour innate abilities. We learned about them gradually. It turned out that I, the silhouette and the cloud can communicate with each other mentally. Since then, we stopped saying words out loud, as they caused certain inconveniences; from the vibration, the cloud began to bounce involuntarily, and the outline of the silhouette blurred.

In the interval between games, hoping to make out something, I peered into the darkness that surrounded us. She frightened and at the same time attracted me with her unknown. And then one day, having extinguished my light, I strongly pushed off the cloud and began to grow rapidly upward until I felt how cold and emptiness tried to penetrate into my soul. At the same moment, a ray of light burst from my chest, cutting through the darkness.

- Wow! - I was delighted with the discovery of one more ability. - I wonder what else I can do? - thought, peering into the distance.

And then I drew attention to the countless number of tiny dust particles. While stationary, they barely reflected the light directed at them. With an involuntary wave of my hand, I created a slight wobble that set them in motion.

“It would be great to put them together,” I thought, turning my palms to them. And as if on command, the particles stuck to my hands. Blinding a small ball out of them, I sank onto the cloud.

- Where have you been? The cloud and the silhouette asked in unison. - And how did you manage to rise so high?

“I don’t know,” I said. - And this is a gift for you, - he threw a cobbled lump to the silhouette.

He easily caught the ball and could not get rid of it. I felt a lot of fun, and I again rushed up to collect dust particles. They made lumps of various shapes, which I happily threw into the silhouette. By staying on it, they made it even larger and reflected the light coming from me. Thus, the starting point, later called time, was launched. We played this exciting game and, without realizing it, with each new ball we won back its space from the darkness.

- Listen, - the cloud turned to me, - let me call you God.

- Why exactly? I asked.

- Because, - it began, - You, when you want, become Big, just Huge! And you have a Big, and, sorry for the repetition, just a Huge soul! In a word, God.

- I would also add a couple of names, - the silhouette entered the conversation. - Almighty, because in an instant you rise above everyone. You can also call you lord. You fly away so quickly from us, and unexpectedly return, like a guest with gifts for me.

- I'm not against. Call me that if you like.

- When will we have names? The cloud asked.

“Let's not rush things,” I replied. And again they began to play merrily. At the end of the games, lying on the "snow-white blanket", we carefully examined it with the silhouette.

A pleasant surprise for us was that a small sprout appeared on the cloud. It grew rapidly, turning into a snow-white miracle! Two leaves, which were located on the stem, like wings with soft fringes along the entire contour, fluttered at my touch, and the opened bud in the form of a six-pointed star exuded a dazzling brilliance.

- Here he is, the first messenger of a new life! The silhouette babbled. - Let's call him Angel, he is so beautiful!

- How exactly did you choose the name, - I supported the silhouette, - in the word "angel" you can feel tenderness, grace and fearlessness.

- Beautiful name! - delighted the cloud. - I am so glad that I am ready to decorate the whole world with such creatures.

Since then, the cloud has been covered with various plants every new day.

“Listen,” I said probingly to the cloud. - How do you manage to do it? Where does this unusual beauty come from?

- Watching how you play carefree, - it whispered tenderly, - I wanted to create beauty and comfort for you, and began to look for suitable materials for this. The particles that do not reflect your light riveted my attention. I named them whit.

- Why exactly? - asked the silhouette. - Some strange word.

“I don’t know,” the cloud continued. - This word arose spontaneously, it seemed to me very funny, so I decided to leave it. So, having drawn an iota to me, I gave her a small charge of my energy, and the first sprout appeared from her. I was very delighted to see how you were delighted with the birth of a graceful snow-white flower from a small inconspicuous iota. After that, I can no longer stop, and all the particles attracted by me turn into something that gives you joy.

- Joy, angel, iota - just some kind of Paradise! I exclaimed. - Maybe this is your real name?

- And to me, - the silhouette picked up enthusiastically, - I just want to call it an island, sparkling with its unique beauty in the endless expanses of darkness.

- Resolved, - I summed up, - from now on we will call you Paradise Island.

- Wonderful! - the cloud was delighted. - I will do everything to live up to my name.

- It remains to find a name only for you, - said the newly-made Paradise Island silhouette.

- I hope we won't have to wait long! - happily answered the silhouette, catching the next ball that I launched.

Thanks to the energy of the Island of Paradise and the lumps that remained in the silhouette camp, he grew rapidly. And now I and the island were inside it.

- We will call you the Universe! - I said solemnly. - You grow, and all the world remains inside you, which means that you have everything.

“I like this name,” the silhouette replied benevolently, “and I want to grow even faster to find out what is on the other side of darkness. Maybe there are intelligent beings there, even a little like us. Will you help me with this?

- Do we have a choice? - I wanted to laugh. - After all, we have become a part of you and will do everything to achieve this goal.

The island flourished. He gave birth to a variety of amazing plants, each time leading us to admiration for their unique beauty. By observing their growth, I have learned the secret of their reproduction. We gradually grew older, stronger and wiser.

As the universe grew, I no longer needed to rise above everyone else to collect particles. All the necessary ingredients were now inside the universe, which made it easier to create new balls that reflect light. I launched them as far as possible into the darkness, illuminating the path of the universe. She rushed after them, and, absorbing them, increased in size.

After some time, I noticed one feature. If particles of various gases are not mixed with dust, then they heated up and emitted light by themselves. After collecting gas particles, I made a huge ball and delivered it to the very edge of the universe.

The sun, as I called this bright and subsequently very hot creation.

- Thank you for such a great gift! - thanked the Universe. Sunlight, although not as bright as it comes from you, also adds strength to me. Now I can move even faster. - And she rushed in pursuit of sunlight.

The dust balls that I launched as a child now themselves attracted everything that was nearby, turning into huge planets. The universe had to make a lot of effort to stop them colliding with each other. She began to successfully control all objects located on it. This is how the first solar system with its lifeless planets.

The sanctuary and its first souls

At some point, the Universe stopped growing. She no longer had enough of the charge that emanated from me and Paradise Island.

- Well, that's all, - she sighed sadly, - we are probably not destined to find out what is on the other side of darkness?

“Don't be sad,” I reassured her. “We just need helpers who can radiate the energy you need. But what are they made of?

“For such a cause,” whispered Island Paradise, “I will extract some of the light substance contained in the angelic flower.

- And I, - picked up the Universe, - will help fill this substance with my spirit.

- Perfectly! - I was delighted with this zeal. - I will put the resulting ingredient in an invulnerable shell. Since the spirit of the Universe will form the basis, let's call this creation a soul. But something still bothers me.

- What exactly? - asked the island.

- That I cannot find out what is going on inside the soul. Suddenly she decides to hide something and thus can harm us. I also need to somehow keep in touch with her if she accidentally gets lost in the vast expanses of the Universe. We must foresee everything and insure ourselves just in case.

- You're right, - supported the island. - For this purpose, I will set aside a special place for the Divine Altar, where it is possible not only to create helpers, but due to the special property of the energy of the plant world to open their souls.

In the blink of an eye, an energy wall rose in the middle of the Garden of Eden. Having overcome it, I

i saw a dazzling column of light emanating from an impeccable altar, entwined with plants unknown to me. Around the pillar of light, silver threads hung around its circumference.

- Put your soul into this flux of light, - said the island, - and you will see everything that is hidden in it.

“Let me also contribute to this building,” the Universe said. “Take it,” she continued, handing me a sparkling ball. - This is my storeroom of memory. It collects all the information that accumulates inside me. Just put your palm on the ball and see everything you need. Place it under the altar, it will be safer, because only the three of us have unhindered access here.

- Great! Let's call this structure the Sanctuary, - I said and started creating a soul for the helpers.

Having placed the spirit of the Universe into the received forms, I gave my future assistants my own image. But after a little reflection, he changed the appearance of each creature he received, dressing them in snow-white robes made of angel petals. He admired the final result, and when he finished contemplating the fruits of his labor, he turned to the island and the Universe:

- Let's think together how to name these creatures.

“I propose to name them after the first flower that appeared on the island,” said the Universe.

“I like that name too,” the island whispered.

- Excellent! - I summed up. - We will call them angels, and for a greater resemblance to a flower, I will give them snow-white wings.

I taught angels how to collect dust particles and move around the universe. The island taught them to love the world around them and take care of it. The angels turned out to be very smart and hardworking. From them came the energy that was required for the growth of the universe.

“Take one more gift from me,” the Universe turned to me, and a huge screen with flickering dots appeared on the Paradise Island.

- What is it? I asked.

- A star map, - she answered, - with its help you can not only communicate with the angels, but also see any object located on me.

I sincerely thanked her for such a significant gift. I decided not to stop there and reproduce new assistants. Unlike the first created angels, I placed all subsequent ones in a shell taken from the previous ones. Thus, their invulnerability diminished with each new generation.

As the mentors of the newly created angels, I appointed the firstborn who had grown up and matured during this time, who received the rank of archangel.

- Creator! - one of the archangels addressed, - when will you give us names? We really want this!

- Choose them yourself and come to the Sanctuary tomorrow. I will place your souls on the altar and see if you live up to the name chosen.

The first to appear before me was the archangel with dark blond hair. On his oblong face, white as snow, loving eyes looked out from under thin eyebrows. Looking into his soul, I saw a cold-blooded and judicious mature husband. He chose the name Gabriel for himself.

“So be it,” I said, “from now on you are Gabriel.

Next came a fair-haired, stately young man with a round face. A direct, kind gaze gave it an original beauty. In his heart, he turned out to be a fearless warrior rushing forward to conquer territory from the darkness. "Michael" - I read his name.

The red-haired, slender, with a tanned face, the archangel, whose eyes shone with a bright light, and whose smile filled with strength and healed those around him, chose the name Raphael.

Each archangel who passed the Sanctuary received a name. The only one who could not decide in advance on his name was a tall, black-haired archangel. Small dark eyes they looked at me pleadingly. In his soul I saw a request with which he did not dare to turn to me.

- To be therefore, - I said, - you will receive a little Divine light, and with it the name Lucifer, which means the Lightbringer.

The family of angels grew. To organize coherence and synchronization in their work, it was necessary to build a hierarchical ladder. Having assigned them a rank and status, I thereby obliged the younger to obey the elders. I no longer had to waste my time teaching young angels - the elders did it. Now a similar form of government is accepted throughout the universe. There will be no order without it. Everyone should mind their own business and observe the hierarchy.

One day, while on a short vacation on the Island of Paradise, Lucifer came up to me.

“My God,” he said, “let me take the angels and go to the side opposite you. So we will further expand the boundaries of the Universe, and maybe intelligent beings will be found just there.

His offer seemed promising to me. Before sending the command of the Lightbringer to the edge of the Universe, I strictly forbade everyone to go outside the Universe. I accompanied them to the place, collected the sun from particles of various gases. It became the second in the universe. The darkness receded far, I was calm - the angels could work in safety.

The souls of the angels exuded such positive energy that the Universe, recharged by it, began to grow even faster. The distance between Paradise Island and the stars, on whose creation we were working, gradually increased. But we did not feel it, as we moved with the help of numerous portals located throughout the Universe. It took some time to move, but for us it passed unnoticed. And every time, finding ourselves on the island, we were amazed at its magnificence and received an unprecedented boost of spirit.