There lived an Old man. Without close relatives, he had been living alone for many years since the death of his aged father. Neighbors respected him for his kind and sympathetic heart, but never had long conversations with him, because all questions the Old man answered friendly, but in one word, and he never asked questions himself. Nobody knew how he earned his living. The most part of his time he spent in his modest flat, didn\u2019t invite visitors and went out very seldom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nobody could say what the inner world of the Old man was like. Nobody and never saw him annoyed or angry. The stare of his deep blue eyes was firm, all his being seemed to be filled with power and unruffled calm. His looks evoked memories of white mountain peaks, cutting hot winds of the Indian plains by its crests. Though for all his uncommonness the Old man was the same friendly and well-wishing with everyone, who came up to him; his answer always satisfied his interlocutor, even if he answered some questions evasively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His flat amazed by its modesty, bordering on asceticism, - there were only necessary things. He needed neither a computer, nor a writing table for his work; it seemed that he just relaxed in his armchair, one hardly could imagine where and how his consciousness worked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That evening, as usual, the Old man sat down in his armchair, relaxed and cleared his mind from extraneous thoughts. He was ready for his work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And here he heard a Voice. How familiar that voice was \u2013 the voice of his lifelong friend, brother, Teacher! Now his voice was ringing with such high modulations, such unearthly purity was heard in those sounds that it was difficult to believe in the reality of what was happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Dear friend and brother\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Old man gasped for air, his heart started trembling in his breast like hot tongue of flame, but the stare of his wide opened eyes was the same firm and calm as it had been, probably, for centuries. It seemed that all oceans of the Earth were lapping in those eyes, the same infinite depth of the July sky reflected in them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 Dear friend and brother\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n How many times that voice helped him, brought him to life, instilled strength to the tired body! And now it was ringing not in his ears, not in his head, even not in his heart, but it was filling the whole being, the whole world, the whole Universe!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 My brother, I turn to you one more time. Do you hear and understand me?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 I hear you, Teacher, and I feel glad to greet you again. We have not met since the day of death\u2026 - The Old man stammered at that terrible word, but corrected himself on the spot, - \u2026from the day of my father\u2019s leave. You haven\u2019t talked to me for so long! \u2013 There were neither bitterness, no reproach, just delight of the new meeting in the Old man\u2019s semi-exclamation \u2013 semi-affirmation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 My brother, your life way has come to its end. Now you are standing closer to the threshold that is called Eternity, than ever before. I did not bother you intently to give you an opportunity to comprehend all your way, all treasures, saved up on the Earth; for you to gather all your strength before the distant Journey. You\u2019ve pondered over the Eternity a lot, and now I notice this question in your eyes. It\u2019s time to answer it.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n A short stop followed, and then the Voice rang again, like subtle tinkling of little bells filling the modest room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 You were right on the word \u201cdeath\u201d. You know that there is no death; there is a threshold of the new life. \u201cHello, morning, you are wonderful!\u201d- The Monk warrior used to greet the new coming day. Recollect these words today and greet the morning of new coming day, blossoming for you. You\u2019ve undergone many severe ordeals. Now tell me, are you ready for the final Initiation? Are you ready to look into the eyes of the Eternity?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 I am ready, - The Old man said in a low voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 Good. Then \u2013 look!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Before the sitting Old man there appeared a light golden cloud, shining faintly and ringing tenderly. Gradually increasing, it touched his head, arms, legs, and, at last, covered his still body. Suddenly the Old man\u2019s consciousness exploded, spilled in millions of fragments, and he was in each fragment, each fragment took its own place in the complicated, colorful and many-sided pattern. Who on earth was in that mixed crowd! There were regal atlases and poverty-stricken paupers, brilliant pharaohs and dirty hermits, Russian heroes and Tibetan monks, masters and servants, scholars and wanderers. The old man was sitting unable to move. He felt the heaviness of millions of lives, their alarms and worries, findings and losses, delight of meetings and bitterness of partings. And further, behind the invisible line of the present, from the mists of Infinity there grew up new worlds, new planets, warmed in the rays of new suns. And the Old man recollected the same feeling of the Eternity\u2019s touch, he had experienced earlier, listening to the Voice of Silence in the search of the miraculous Stone. For the first time his inner sight got into that magic talisman, and he realized that crystalline structure of the Stone was the same as that complicated pattern of his own lives, burning before him at that moment and presenting, in its turn, the reflection of the great spiritual Crystal of the Universe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2026For an instant the cover of all-mighty Isis was raised a little for the Old man. However, he lost the track of time. Having opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in the same room as before. Everything was the same, but something changed. The golden cloud disappeared, but soft flowing light remained. Now it was coming from the Old man, lighting the items nearby. The pictures of the past and of the future vanished, but there remained the understanding of the great Secret \u2013 identity of his inner world and Infinity of Cosmos. There remained the perceiving of love as the only creating power in the Universe. There remained the mighty power of the spirit, saved up by his predecessors and now burning in his heart. The same infinitely loving Voice returned him to the reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2013 My brother, you have received everything that may be received on the Earth. You\u2019ve seen that the Eternity \u2013 is the conscious past, the active present and the marked future, united in the revealed crystal of your consciousness. You\u2019ve overcome all stages and I give my blessing on you to the way by the name of that Innominabilis, who called us to life and will meet behind the apparent world. You\u2019ve acquired the Eternity in yourself, you\u2019ve become a conscious collaborator of the space forces, but your way of the Creator has just begun. Go easily and remember those, who made this way together with you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n With last words the warm wave covered the Old man, and responding to it, the light, coming from his figure, intensified. All his body became transparent, vanishing in that light, and rushed up, being pushed out by the dense atmosphere of the Earth\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2026The Boy stood on the balcony of his flat looking at the darkening horizon. Night was drawing on, silhouettes of houses were winking at each other with lighted windows. Suddenly he saw the bright star flashed in the suburbs of the city and rushed up, vanishing in the sapphire sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow strange, - The Boy thought, - I knew that stars may fall, but have never thought that they may fly up!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The night approached, new and new stars colored the sky. 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