About the Thought

In the ordinary city, in the ordinary family there grew up an ordinary boy. Like other boys, he used to play basketball in the gym after the lessons, go to the cinema, bath in the sea at hot July day. But he had his little secret. The boy liked to dream.

Certainly, there are many boys, who like to dream, but dreams of that boy were unusual. That was the whole world. Among real heroes there lived improbable characters, coming into his world, the boy never knew beforehand who he would meet and what would be the end of that meeting. Usually those meetings were light and cheerful, but sometimes our young hero had to take up arms and defend those who happened to be with him. That was his world. And sometimes it seemed to the Boy, that his world was more real, than that he had to live in…

The first working day was full of delight and events. The Youth came back from work, sat at the writing table and got absorbed into his thoughts. Not long ago he had graduated from the University, served in the army and now – he started working. He pondered about the new stage of his life way and unwittingly he found himself in the well known world of dreams and fancies. That time he stood on the peak of the hill, looking into the stormy sky in the expectation of something dreadful. The Youth was holding a sword in his hand; his body was protected by the chain armor. Something was about to happen. Suddenly the Youth turned back, raising his sword with an abrupt movement; he had a narrow escape from the blow of the heavy wing. Having failed, a dragon was turning around for a new attack. The Youth had enough time to discern wide yellow eyes and terrible sharp-clawed legs.

That was an internecine struggle. The nature around quieted down waiting for its outcome. And, when the bleeding, exhausted Youth bent over the huge lifeless body, - a sigh of relief seemed to spread over the grass and tree leaves.

Coming to his senses, the Youth found himself lying on the floor, unable to move. His head was aching, his legs would not obey him, and his arms were like leaden. With difficulty he reached his bed and he dropped into the uneasy and painful sleep…

…When had it begun? Again and again his memory was bringing him back to the incident that had happened to him in his childhood. His parents met on the mountain path and liked hiking – alone or together with friends. The Boy frequently accompanied them, from his early years he got accustomed to backpacks, overnight stays in the tent, and long passages.

That time everything began as it used to be. The tent was located on the picturesque lawn near the fast mountain stream. At night the Boy suddenly awoke and crawled out of the tent. Big bright stars seemed to hang over the very head. They were winking at each other merrily, and the Boy was attracted by their silent, solemn song. The Boy was looking in the night sky spellbound, when suddenly he noticed that modulations of the stream got overlapped by some strange boom. Having turned back, he grew cold. The big old tree without its top and core that was standing near their tent caught fire. The fire was raging inside, filling the hollow trunk like a giant pipe. With terror the Boy looked at the flaming giant careening in the direction of the tent, where unsuspecting adults slept. The Boy wanted to give a shout, but his voice got lost. He wanted to rush to the tent, but his legs wouldn’t obey him. And then all his soul, all his being he spilled out in the short speechless shout: “No!!” And he saw the burning trunk swayed and crashed down to the other side as if obeying the power of his thought.

Since then the Boy became more taciturn, thoughtful, frequently being alone. Then he found out, that his thought could have an influence on the reality, at times creating whole worlds…

…When the Youth broke away from the uneasy troubled dream, it took him some time to understand where he was. The feeling of the occurred struggle was holding his consciousness by its bony hand. There was his father sitting next to him and stroking the disheveled hair. Those touches made pain abate and vanish in the depths of his brain.

– What has it been? – The Youth unstuck his swollen lips with difficulty.

– That has been the glorious struggle, my boy, - his father smiled, but his eyes were the same serious. – Your dreams are the reality, perceived by you on the other subtler level through images. All meetings there – are your work with energies coming to the Earth from the Cosmos. And today, having received the blow of that dragon, you’ve prevented a severe earthquake and rescued lives of many thousands of people. Our thoughts are real, earlier you’ve received evidence of that not once.

– What are you talking about, father?

– Recollect, my son! Recollect the realizing of the dream of the enthusiastic Youth to become the Master and bring up pupils! Recollect your thought to become the reality of your life!

The Youth’s eyes widened with astonishment.

– Am I the Master?

– Yes, and there is no surprise, that you’ve achieved success, as your thought has had a great power. And now recollect one more event. Recollect yourself searching the Stone!

– The Stone! – The Youth’s heart was throbbing rapidly. – Wait, the stone, the stone… Certainly, the Stone!

The Stone, black and heavy, appeared before the inner sight of the Youth, and he felt the warm wave of power covering his consciousness, then extending to his body – arms, legs, and echoing by soft jolt in his heart.

“If a man listens to its will and follows it, the spirit image of the Stone leaves an impression in the man’s spirit for all following centuries and gives him mighty support,” – The Youth remembered words, that were heard once.

– Wait, - The Youth looked at his father in puzzle, as if not recognizing him. – Hasn’t that been you, who revealed the essence of the Stone for me?

– Yes, my son, we have met again and we had lots of meetings in the past, as our souls are kindred, because long ago both of us came to help the Earth, responding to her call. And now, Master, having built the House, having planted the Tree and having brought up the Son, we have to return home, as there are lots of worlds in the Universe, where our help is more needed. Our mission here is fulfilled. Many children of the Earth, having perceived sparkles of the Heavenly Fire, lighted the fire of Love in their hearts. The Earth is grateful to us, as to the others, who came together with us. During this life we will stay here, and then our spirits will be called to the other worlds and other spaces. Today you’ve regained the power of the Stone and it will help the power of your thought to protect people from ferocious children of the darkness. Good luck to you on this way, my son, my Star Brother!

…They stood, hugging, and spaces were opening their doors before them, inviting them – to the ETERNITY.