A novel written under dictation. Inna Voloshina: “Beyond the threshold of life, or Man lives in the Other World” - Book from the “Subtle World” Man lives in the Other World Eugene

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Inna Voloshina, Alla Berezovskaya, Nikolai Oseev - Beyond the Threshold of Life Or Man Lives in Another World

(Unity of All Worlds)

Book from the "Subtle World"

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Special thanks to Alla Berezovskaya, Gennady Belimov and Evgenia Khimina for publishing the book.

Inna and Alexey Voloshin

Is there life after death? What does the soul experience after leaving for the Other World? Will we meet our loved ones and loved ones after death? Can they hear and see us? Why do our deceased relatives come to us in our dreams? This topic worries absolutely everyone: both believers and people with materialistic views are not indifferent to it... Answers to these questions can be obtained by reading the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev “Beyond the threshold of life or Man lives in another world.”

The book that we bring to your attention was taken by Inna under dictation from the Subtle World with the working title “The Unity of All Worlds” for three years (this method is called psychography or automatic writing). It describes the events that happened to the failed poet Nikolai Oseev from the moment of his death in the fall of 1851 until his rebirth at the end of the 20th century...

Opinions about the book are very different... Everyone will perceive it in their own way: some as a fairy tale, some seriously, but no one will remain indifferent...

PREFACE

"UNITY OF ALL WORLDS" -

A NOVEL WRITTEN BY DICTION

Today I find no excuse for myself when I think about why the story with the manuscript of the novel, the significance of which, in my opinion, is great, has dragged on. We are talking about a book that gives people knowledge about what happens to us after physical death. The last years of the second millennium and the beginning of the third brought us a lot of unusual information that baffles official science. She simply did not have the research mechanisms to confirm or refute previously unknown laws and features of existence. Well, just like modern science is unable to prove or disprove the existence of God.

In this case, the following happened...

After my material with some facts and reflections on the ever-attractive topic of life after death was published in one of the Russian newspapers in 1996, I received responses, including from the unknown Inna from the city of Syzran.

This is what was on two pieces of paper from a school notebook:

“Inna V. is writing to you. To be honest, I don’t know where to start my story, since I’m not sure that I will receive an answer to my letter. The thing is that I can’t explain a lot of things that happen to me to myself and I don’t find such an explanation in the literature... I remember, as a student at the Alma-Ata Agricultural Institute, I was writing a term paper and listening to TV. I didn’t watch, since the TV was in another room, but just listened. The film “Striped Flight” was playing, which I had seen several times and knew all the actions almost by heart. In general, I was in a somewhat divided state: I was writing my coursework and listening to the film. And suddenly my hand behaved strangely: it wrote words, but not the ones I wanted to write, but against my will. I felt like someone invisible was controlling my hand.

The first time it was not possible to achieve any mutual understanding. I asked a friend with this question. Alla, as far as I knew, was engaged in spiritualism and communicated with the other world using a saucer... She explained a lot to me, in particular about the fact that you need to be able to concentrate and, as it were, hear, or rather, catch information coming from outside... Then there were more attempts at writing , and gradually we established contact. This happened in May 1992. Of course, I had a lot of questions for my invisible friend, and therefore the conversations were lively. But I must say that my interlocutor did not answer all the questions. Sometimes he remained silent or answered in monosyllables: “I have no right to talk about this.” My counterpart, as I later realized, had a different goal. This goal is a book...

I took it for two or three years. It turned out to be 250 printed sheets, but I don’t know if that’s a lot or a little? This is what I would like to talk to you about. It is because of this book that I am actually writing this letter. Its author - he called himself Nikolai Oseev, a person from the other world - insists on its publication, that is, on being read by as many people as possible. But I have neither the means nor any opportunity to publish it. Or rather, I don’t even know who and where to contact. I wrote to some editors, but received no response from anyone. Perhaps I am unable to convincingly and thoroughly write what this book is about. But I'll try again.

This manuscript is the path of the soul, the spirit of Nikolai Oseev, his story about his experiences and difficulties of comprehending the life of the “Other World”, parallel to the earthly one, after leaving our earthly existence. So, he described his impressions - what he saw, what he learned, what trials he went through in that world after the transition. He doesn't use the word "death." Apparently, there is no death at all, but only a transition from one world to another and nothing more. He describes the gross and subtle worlds, he met people from different countries and different religions, talked with them.

But tell me, how can you convey a large amount of information in a short letter? I find it difficult. This book is easier to read than to retell, since, it would seem, even little things acquire special significance in the further development of the plot.

As far as I understand, you are interested in such information and, perhaps, I will receive an answer. What do I want? What am I striving for? I am looking for an opportunity to publish this book. I hope for help, support or at least advice. Of course, I would also like to receive an explanation from a specialist about what happened to me, how is this connection with another world possible? Moreover, this, in essence, is not the only strange thing in my life.

But this is not the main thing. Book! That's what worries me most. How can I publish it? I don’t know if I can count on your help, but the letter has been written, although I don’t really hope for an answer. Forgive me for my disbelief, but..."

I didn’t answer right away, but after two weeks.

I remember that in my brief answer to Inna I referred to the experience of the book by the English writer Elsa Barker “Letters from a Living Deceased”, which she received in the same way, that is, psychographically, back at the beginning of the twentieth century, so the precedents, they say, are already there is, and specialists no longer have to doubt this method of obtaining information. But the main thing is that I asked you to send at least a fragment of a chapter so that you could judge the quality of what was written.

It turned out that Inna also read “Letters from a Living Deceased”, and, of course, she discovered some parallels in the descriptions of Nikolai and the Canadian David Hotch from the book by E. Barker. And to my questions regarding the details of her relationship with the otherworldly counterparty, she answered the following:

“Nikolai Oseev conveyed through my hand the experience of the other world, which he presented in the form of dialogues and descriptions. He said that he tried to make the book accessible to everyone, maybe that’s why it’s easy to read, although there are also philosophical discussions.

Of course, you are interested in how I actually came into contact with N.? Everything happened as if by itself. One day a voice sounded inside me, coming from outside. This voice said that there is a soul in the Universe that is looking for direct contact with me, closer communication. It was about the soul of a man who previously lived on Earth; he was a failed poet and had a short life. I was not told about this in detail, but these words - “a soul that is looking for contact with me” - contained information about himself, and I freely accepted it.

To continue the dialogue, I had to take a piece of paper and a pen, concentrate and relax my hand. It may not seem strange, but I immediately agreed and not so much out of curiosity, although it was, of course, present, but because my mind was ready for this meeting.

...Yes, there’s one more thing I’d like to say: while working on the book, or rather, at the moment of writing, I really saw all the events. How did you see it? I looked into myself, as if I had a second pair of eyes, and on some internal screen I saw pictures, usually in color, accompanying the text. This made all the descriptions very reliable. The "film" was without sound and there was no movement. Rather, it is similar to a filmstrip, when one picture is replaced by another, only quickly, quite quickly. These are paintings, and on them people, nature, events frozen in motion...”

But the most amazing thing was at the end of the letter. Inna said that she had sent me not fragments, but the entire book. This was a complete surprise for me...

The book was in terrible condition. It was a tome, held together with ribbons, printed on a typewriter as a carbon copy—about the fifth, or maybe sixth, copy. It is clear that the manuscript has passed through many hands. On the hand-held title page there was an obscure title: “The Unity of All Worlds.” Many lines of the manuscript were difficult to decipher, and considering that everything was printed very tightly, at one interval, then I simply did not want to start reading such a book. I put off this test for a day or a week, but since they expected an answer from me and, accordingly, an assessment of the book, one day I finally forced myself to open it.

And imperceptibly for himself, he plunged into a world about which he thought a lot, subconsciously guessed about its reality, knew something approximately, would like to know even more, but still he slipped away, hiding in the fog of superstitions, “scientific” denial, religious omissions and the general strange fear of people to look beyond the line, which is associated with the word “death”. And here, in this mysterious book, there was a kind of report from the other world, where the former Saratov clerk and poet Nikolai Oseev spoke in detail, almost day after day, about what he saw in the other world, what trials he endured, with whom met and made friends, what I learned, and most importantly, what I learned and discovered new things for myself.

My conclusion even then was clear: every family should have this book! After all, judge, no matter how hard we live our own years, no matter how many blessings or misfortunes we have, believe or, for the most part, do not believe in the afterlife - but we will all be there, beyond the line, sooner or later! And isn’t it important, while we are still living and enjoying our earthly existence, to know what awaits us beyond the threshold of death?! And the book was very detailed about this. I was very intrigued by both the plot itself and the authenticity of the story, guessed behind the artless lines. I couldn’t tear myself away from the strange manuscript.

Why is such a preface necessary? In my opinion, it is important that this description is not considered an ordinary work of fiction, or a figment of the imagination, or a hoax, which readers would treat as a fairy tale. The book is most likely a documentary. This is the testimony of an eyewitness who was able to convey his impressions from the other world, and this is how it must be presented to readers. This makes the work much more important and significant for humanity than any fantasies on a similar topic.

Thus, if not all of their works, then many of them were written psychographically by the American Richard Bach, the German Hermann Hesse, and the Englishwomen Annie Besant and Alice Bailey. For example, our contemporary, the Brazilian Chico Xavier (Francisco Candidou Xavier) wrote psychographically more than two hundred books, many of which were translated into other languages ​​and published in millions of copies. And this despite the fact that Xavier only graduated from elementary school and did not know a single foreign language, while he wrote poetry, prose and philosophical treatises in different languages.

The Brazilian C. Mirabelli also has a similar ability, who could write in 28 languages, knowing only three.

Amazing knowledge in medieval medicine was demonstrated in her novels by the American writer Taylor Caldwell, who herself never practiced healing, but received comprehensive information about healing from an unknown source. And the French writer Krzhizhanovskaya-Rochester, the author of more than forty novels, was awarded a special prize by the Paris Academy of Sciences for describing such subtle features of ancient Egyptian ceremonies that only a few Egyptologists could know. In one interview, Krzhizhanovskaya-Rochester admitted that she did not know the source of her knowledge about Ancient Egypt.

In a word, receiving various information from somewhere outside, both psychographers themselves and specialists often became convinced of its extraordinary accuracy and objectivity.

Let's think: the hand writes itself. But someone drives it, someone conveys in words someone’s thoughts, images, feelings, information? Who?

One of the working hypotheses in this regard is that people are influenced by dead earthlings from the other world. This is exactly how the judge and outstanding philosopher-essayist David Hotch from Los Angeles, who died shortly before, dictated his impressions from the “other world” to the English writer Elsa Barker, his friend during life. His messages were compiled into the book “Letters from a Living Deceased,” published in 1914 and since then reprinted many times in many countries, reaching millions of copies.

Based on my own experience as a researcher, I admit that I have sufficient confidence in what is told in the book “Letters from a Living Deceased.” I feel that this is not the writer's imagination, and I believe E. Barker, who denies any fiction on her part. For a religious person like her, a prank of this kind would have been too shameless. Moreover, much of the information from her book fits in perfectly and coincides with information from other sources. Yes, there are many, many similar facts.

But in the history of literature, for example, there is a striking case that has not yet been explained in any way. It concerns Charles Dickens's last unfinished work, The Mystery of Edwin Drood. In 1872, two years after his physical death, the writer dictated the ending of the novel through a certain illiterate young man from America, James from Battleboro, who had never read Edwin Drood and did not know about such a writer as Dickens. The recording was carried out psychographically. Experts recognize this second part of the book as a perfect facsimile of Dickens' style and his inimitable humor. The book was translated into many languages ​​of the world, although the source of the dictation remained unclear. The spirit of Dickens himself? It can not be so! And I believe this is exactly what happened, but we humans are too stubborn in our denial of other worlds.

I gave the manuscript to the deputy editor of the local city newspaper, Olga Dushevskaya, mainly because of doubts about whether I was too subjective in assessing the book? Yes, the topic of life after death is interesting to me, but I am a researcher of anomalies, a somewhat biased person, and how will others evaluate the merits of the book?

Then we discussed our impressions.

Fortunately, our opinions coincided: the book is strong, and it has a right to exist, and will certainly be in demand by the reader. The only drawback, according to Olga Nikolaevna, is that it is sometimes too long in dialogues and details: the style of writing is clearly from the last century. However, I did not consider this as a drawback, but as an element of authenticity: a person from the 19th century, such as Oseev, should not have written as our contemporaries did in their prose - say, Remarque, Hemingway or Yulian Semenov. Now the century is different, and the dynamics of the narrative, the language are different. How can one not understand this?

We discussed with Dushevskaya the vicissitudes of the hero’s posthumous adventures. They were exciting! Especially considering our poor awareness of what happens after death. The reader also has to find out all this. But will he accept the description as reality? Probably everyone will have their own attitude.

All this was amazing to me reading the book. It turns out that there is the same nature there, the same trees, grass, flowers, rivers and lakes? How amazing! And there are people, many people, although they live differently than on Earth. All this was new and surprising to me. As well as the fact that a person there can take on a different appearance from his previous incarnation, although he is capable of being restored to his previous one, especially if he meets relatives from his last life. He can also come to those living in their dreams... So this is where a whole layer of folklore about meetings with the dead in dreams comes from! And Nikolai’s meeting with the Almighty... So this is what the Last Judgment is... The judgment of one’s conscience...

Meanwhile, after a short break, a letter arrived from Inna with answers to my many questions. It was interesting to read it, because the unique character of the person emerged, and some details of her phenomenon became clearer.

At the beginning of the letter, Inna agreed to the introduction I proposed, and also referred to the opinion of her co-author: “Nikolai answered the question about introduction in one word: “Reasonable.”

“I’ll tell you about the first impression of touching something abnormal. The memory dates back to 1983, the month is December, the date is 16.

In our village, the school was closed because there were three or four students in each class, and we were taken to a neighboring village. I remember that day well. After classes ended, we schoolchildren played snowballs near the school, waiting for our bus. It was cloudy, the sun was either peeking out from behind the clouds, or a shadow was rolling over. It was snowing. Snowflakes are rare and very, very fluffy.

I didn't like this snowball game. The boys made rough snowballs, trying to collect as much melted snow as possible, and the lumps turned out to be weighty and heavy. I was both hurt and offended for the girls about whom these icy “snowballs” were breaking. I stood away from the players and caught snowflakes with my mitten. Funny! They shimmered so much in the rays of the sun, these small living crystals, and melted so quickly, but others fell to replace them.

And at some point, when a light cloud covered the sun for a moment, I involuntarily looked sharply at the road. It seemed to me that someone was standing there and looking at me. But I didn’t see anyone: the street and road were empty. And yet, I involuntarily continued to look at the road and even followed with my gaze something invisible to me, but tangible... And then someone, running past, pushed me, and everything disappeared, was even forgotten. However, on this day, returning from school, I wrote my first poem:

It's snowing, it's snowing,

Light, white, clean,

And the snowflakes dance

Spinning in the air

And a fluffy blanket

It lies on the ground...

Before this, I had not written poetry, although my teacher at school praised my compositions.

It is no coincidence that I described this event in such detail. This day is still kept in my memory. I learned more about him much later, when I wrote a book together with N. This is the very moment when he first saw me on Earth. Something about me reminded him of Tamara, his beloved, but the resemblance was fleeting. That day he left. I followed him with my gaze, although I didn’t see him, I felt him. He left to come back again...

Gennady Stepanovich, as you understand, I completely identify with the heroine depicted in the novel. I don’t know for sure, but it seems to me that a number of certain events in my life led to the fact that I met Nikolai, and I was able to accept his book.

There were times when Nikolai came to me, even if I did not contact him myself. He brought me flowers and decorated my room with them. I didn’t see them, but I felt their presence, and sometimes their smell, clearly distinguishing their color and type (roses, carnations, lilacs). However, the life of the flowers of that world is short-lived, they fade away in two or three days, and N. brought new ones. I felt the warmth of his relationship with me...

There were several trips with N. to that world. He showed me his favorite places among the most beautiful corners of nature. We were alone. Only once did I visit Elder Nikolos (the book’s character) with N., but all the conversations were erased from my memory, only the feeling of the beautiful area remained. When I was in Nikolai’s garden, I touched something, picked a flower, took it - no, I didn’t do that. He picked the flower himself and put it on my lap; I don’t remember or feel the smell. When we were boating, I put my hands in the water, but I don’t remember the feeling of wetness and coolness. There weren't any. I didn’t see Nikolai, but with some inner instinct I knew what he was like. Tall, thin, without a beard or mustache. The face is elongated. Slim profile...

How these trips happened... I remember them in fragments. I went to bed and that was it. N. took me with him. He waited until I fell asleep, and my soul went with him. But this is not in the astral body. Why do I think this? Because I don’t look like my earthly self! And the astral is a repetition of the earthly image. How do I know that my appearance is different? Feelings that I remember well. My hair is brown and long, and my eyes are not brown, but light. I saw myself in the mirror when I was preening myself in N’s house. But my face was erased from my memory, a blockage occurred in my consciousness. This is partly why babies should not be given mirrors - they are afraid of an image that is not their own, they remember themselves as different...

We communicated more through writing, or rather, dictations. The book, of course, did not include our “private”, so to speak, meetings. That world looks the same as here - that is, everything is real, only there the light is not the same as on earth...

There was also my independent exit from the body... It happened like this: One day I went to sleep a little during the day. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. But when I returned, it was already four in the afternoon! Yes, I precisely returned, and did not wake up, because I consciously left my body, and most importantly, I found the one I was looking for!..

Something needs to be explained here...

I looked for Nikolai in that world and... found it! But not at once. Memories of the journey are rather vague. I found Nikolai’s house, but he wasn’t there. I had to wait for his return in the gazebo near the house. Someone, seeing me, I remember, said: “How could she, earthly, go so far?” To a question that was generally not asked to me, I mentally answered that I was waiting for a friend. And almost at the same moment N appeared. He was scared when he saw me. For him, my appearance was a complete surprise. A dialogue took place between us:

- Why are you here?

- I was looking for you...

– But you must go back!

- I do not know how…

– I will return you... Such transitions are dangerous for people!

And I woke up. This was the end of my out-of-body travels. Apart from dreams... I concluded that I had crossed the line of what was permitted, and I was deprived of this ability as punishment for violating certain rules... He told me after this incident that I had been in that world for too long, about 10 more. 15 minutes of earthly time, and I would no longer be able to return, enter my body. The connection with the body would be severed.

With each contact, the understanding between us became more and more successful. Then N. once asked my consent to work together. It was about a book. And I agreed. Nobody or anything forced me. I agreed to help Nikolai write down his book, because I understood the importance of its content. I knew almost everything about it. Not the plot itself, but the life that was described. Deep inside, I knew all this and believed in the existence of an otherworldly life. Apparently, this knowledge was in me, but I did not extract it from myself until a certain time.

How did I “see” pictures of what I wrote about? These were frozen pictures, like a filmstrip, but they helped me a lot in my work. The image was in color.

What else? One day N. gave me a recipe for Easter dough, the way his grandmother baked it when he was a child. He also advised me how to salt cabbage with brine. Both of them turn out very tasty and unusual.

Are you asking if I believed in the existence of an afterlife before this contact of mine? I did not believe, but knew about its existence, and not only from the experience of communicating with N.. In this letter, I will not describe my unusual “dreams,” as I call them. The letter is already big.

I have never written such large letters before..."

Best regards - Inna.

Sizran".

I was amazed by Inna’s last phrase: I haven’t written such long letters, but she has a novel of almost five hundred pages under her belt!

But I remembered well the episode of the meeting of a teenage girl with Nikolai’s soul from the book...

My circle of family and friends really liked the book. I remember that my father, a military man, a former communist and, like many in our country, brought up atheistically, read with great interest the manuscript accepted by Inna. Probably, like all older people, he was worried about this topic - about life after death, and he tried to introduce my mother to the book - they read it aloud in the evenings. My father and mother asked me a lot of questions, read some of Inna’s letters, and, it seems, they were imbued with the belief that beyond the threshold of life everything is as it is, so it will be, as Nikolai Oseev said. The book, with its sincerity and simplicity, aroused deep trust in them. They retold it to their elderly neighbors in the hallway, and apparently all their friends read E. Barker’s book.

I was left with the feeling that my parents went into that world much more calmly precisely because of the story they read about the afterlife. Shortly before his death, my father asked me to read a book for the second time. He finished his journey first, at the age of 80, and his mother died a year and a half later. On the last day of her life, my mother said this: “I, son, am dying calmly, without fear. I believe that life goes on there, and I know that our daddy is waiting for me there - that’s what she called my father and her husband Stepan Savelyevich at the end of his life. “If only I could get into the same world as him.” But I’m more sinful, I had abortions, and our daddy was a holy man...”

In a more dramatic situation, this book helped the older brother of that same Olga Dushevskaya, deputy editor of the newspaper, who was the first of my friends to read Oseev’s manuscript. Her brother was dying at 60 from cancer. He died difficult, painfully and in full consciousness. Apparently, at some point he became unbearable from the hopelessness of the situation, from the pain and injections, from the severity of the torment, physical and mental. An atheist in his views, who did not believe in God, nor in angels, nor in the devil, he once prayed - he asked his sister to read something from esoteric literature. And Olga Nikolaevna took this manuscript from me...

God, what did this book do to a dying man!

“Gennady, he has changed so much! – Olga told about her brother. “He had hope in his eyes, he became much calmer, and most importantly, he gained faith in the future. Not to recovery, of course, but to that other life that I read about. And it seems that he even endured pain more steadfastly than before this book. He no longer complained to us, but simply waited courageously and enlightenedly... You know, this book saved him!..”

A year passed, then another, a third, a sixth... The matter with Nikolai Oseev’s manuscript did not progress far. And at some point O.N. and I Dushevskaya decided to begin publishing some abridged chapters of the book in the Volzhskaya Pravda newspaper. Well, a newspaper can’t print a 500-page novel on its pages!

And the publications began. We called the book “Beyond the Threshold of Life”, the author is Inna V.

After a dozen issues of the newspaper, and we only had material in Saturday editions, I prepared an article about Oseev’s book and how this novel was dictated. And in the end, as planned, he turned to wealthy Volga residents with a request to finance the book.

We have not received a single call, not a single offer from the rich...

But ordinary Volga residents demanded that the publication of the book be continued! The editors were attacked with calls and letters demanding one thing - to continue! Many people said: “We need to know this, this is why we subscribe to the newspaper!..”

And N. Oseev’s novel was published for almost three years! It began in 2001 and was completed on November 1, 2003. And this was only because the editor had changed, and the new leader was sorry to waste newspaper space on endless continuations.

This is the story... Nothing in it is made up, all the faces are real, and the manuscript of the book is quite material and tangible. And I have confidence that people will need the book, that it will be translated into other languages.

There are many indications that Oseev’s book is correct. This is confirmed by other books, such as “Letters from a Living Deceased” by Elsa Barker, “My Posthumous Adventures” by Yulia Voznesenskaya, publications by Robert Monroe, Raymond Moody, A. Ford and many others.

And just recently, I myself received confirmation that the soul exists and it can transmit information. This happened under tragic circumstances.

...My brother Victor, the youngest, was dying of brain cancer; he was only 51 years old. He was both an assistant to me in my research and a comrade-in-arms, because he understood and supported my research into anomalous phenomena. He often helped financially. At least the computer, without which I now find it difficult to imagine my writing work, was donated by him.

Here is an entry from my diary:

“On Sunday around 12, Marina and Valya came. Vitya was lying next to him. Whether you heard us or not is unclear. But when he opened his eyes in the morning at 6, Olya saw it, he never closed them. He seems to be looking somewhere, but does not move his pupils, does not react to the movement of his hand. No reaction at all.

Soon the women left.

At 18 o'clock Olya lit a candle and sat down next to Vitya and began to read prayers, which it is advisable to read before leaving. Tatyana brought a book with prayers and rituals. My sister read prayers in a low voice, I lay on the sofa opposite, reading the newspaper. It seemed that he began to breathe less noisily, he told Ole about this: “Do you hear, he seems to be breathing less loudly? How are we going to hear it at night?” She also noticed this. And suddenly loud sobs burst out of me. I was even scared - why are they so loud? He covered his mouth and buried himself in the pillow, almost holding back a scream.

And suddenly he stood up: what’s wrong with Vitya? At this time Olya said that there seemed to be no breathing, I ran up and felt the neck area. He seemed to be alive... But breathing did not resume, he only made a weak swallowing movement, his eyes were still open. Then we guessed - he died... We couldn’t hear his breathing. I looked at my watch: 19 hours 18 minutes...

Then it dawned on us that, apparently, my soul, before my consciousness, learned from Vita’s soul that he had died - that’s why I suddenly, out of the blue, began to cry! He warned of his departure the minute his breathing and heart stopped. Maybe he said goodbye..."

Yes, I am sure that there will continue to be new confirmations of the reality of the other world, new evidence of this will appear, and our current half-knowledge will be replenished. The time has probably come, as it inevitably came in the era of Galileo and Copernicus, who were the first people to finally realize that the Earth is round and revolves around the sun, and not vice versa. But, God, how this outraged the ignorant and the orphaned!? One day we will understand that the world is multidimensional and multipopulated. And Nikolai Oseev’s book will help us with this.

Sometimes I receive short letters from Inna:

“...In recent days I have been walking around with an inner need to write to you. How to explain? Don't know. I don’t remember if I wrote, but more than a year ago my son was born. And after his birth, I lost the need to write anything. Even letters! Sometimes you want to throw out some feelings in poetry on paper, but, alas!.. Nothing happens. I don't know why this is? Maybe this has something to do with my past? I mean the period when I communicated with N. Oseev and wrote down his book. Perhaps it was he who put everything into my consciousness - both poetry and prose. And now this connection is completely lost, and I have no literary abilities. What a pity... What do you think about this? For you, as a researcher, this fact may not be uninteresting.”

“I dream about everything. More often - endless corridors from which I need to get out. And, as a rule, these are hospital corridors with corresponding sights and smells. And the constant search for water to wash, and roads... And now in my dreams I have labyrinths, labyrinths... What do they mean? But this is repeated and repeated. So does it make any sense? Well, I reason: labyrinths are a search for a way out, a desire to wash yourself - to free yourself from something, to cleanse yourself, and roads... I go and return. It turns out that I am marking time in one place. Why? Is this related to the unpublished book? You begin to suspect this..."

And now the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev with the working title “The Unity of All Worlds” is published under a new name: “Beyond the Threshold of Life or Man Lives in Another World.” I would like to think that she will finally have a happy fate. We must know what awaits us after leaving our world, and how we should build our earthly life to make it happen, and so that we will not be ashamed before ourselves and God for unrighteous deeds. Sooner or later we will find ourselves in that world when our earthly journey ends. Whether we believe in him or not is another matter, but in any case it is useful to learn as much as possible about him.

Probably, humanity still has a lot to go through and a lot to learn about itself and the world around it before society and its most important institutions recognize what is described as corresponding to reality. But the first steps have already been taken...

Gennady BELIMOV,

Ph.D,

Volzhsky

ALL ABOUT THE PAST...

I lived without thinking about much.

He loved, suffered and waited for happiness.

But life hasn’t given me much.

And soon the hour of death came.

The soul, having left the mortal body,

Fell into despair and confusion,

I seemed like a white shadow.

And was filled with a feeling of alienation

To yourself and your body.

I saw everything that was happening around

I was scared to be alone

And I was seized with mortal fear.

In desperation I was eager

To your cooling body,

But no matter how hard I tried,

There was no going back to him.

I saw everything that happened...

I left the Earth in pain

In heart; I realized that only

The body remains there, and I am a shadow,

It seemed to me that he was in a hurry to get somewhere.

Yes! I was carried by a stream of light

To the gates invisible to me.

I knew there was somewhere ahead

I will meet Him, whom I don’t know myself.

While my soul was reaching up

There, where the wonderful light poured from,

Years of life rushed before me,

My earthly life. And the answer

About how I lived and what I did

It was not easy for me to endure.

Something I hadn't thought about before -

I am after my heart, which is like a sharp blade.

But this was the beginning of the test...

It was difficult and difficult for me:

Nobody met me here...

It's impossible to change anything

But over time I found my pier.

I resigned myself to the new

To your body. I learned a lot

And I’m still learning... But again I

I strove for the Earth, I strove so much,

That he passed through the edge of worlds.

But what! What awaited me was ashes from the body...

For a long time I could not free myself from the shackles,

That pulled me down. In lamentations

I walked away from the grave,

Deciding never to return there.

But dear and dear to the heart

The places are dear, you can’t part with them.

This was just the beginning of sadness...

I was often among my relatives,

I enjoyed our meetings.

I prayed for people dear to me

And I waited to meet them in eternity.

I studied; time passed

It was fast, then it seemed it wouldn’t happen

End of classes. And everything is past

Memories of everyday life passed,

About life, about love, about pain.

It was a gray, gloomy time.

I lived with memories, but nothing more.

And memories are a heavy burden,

When you realize it's a lie

I was not understood by you during my lifetime.

How I lived, I don’t know myself:

There was no joy. I'm three times

I tried to leave, to go far, far away...

I tried to leave three times

But every time he came back:

It is impossible to escape from yourself.

I've been tossing around for so long...

Over time, the pain dulled,

Disappointments faded into the distance...

I began to wait for my love.

I started building a house, but it's a pity

She didn't even enter the house

We parted in a park by the river.

She has been here for a long time, but about that

I did not know. We were very far away.

She paid me tribute

Our meetings and walks under the moon.

She crossed the line more easily

Confusion; and didn't stay with me.

These were the darkest days...

But one day a bright light

I saw in the Universe.

A cry burst from my chest:

“My dream has come true!”

Oh yes, I have often dreamed here,

That I will find a soul mate.

I began to rave about this idea.

But I found it and brought it down

All attention to my Dream,

Everything about her was wonderful.

And I stopped counting the days.

I helped her! And not in vain

Faith lived in my soul,

That someday we will be close...

And the Lord opened doors for us.

This is the highest reward for pain!

These are my brightest days...

P.S.: I told it in verse

All my pain

But in writing

I'll reveal more...

I've been meaning to write a review for a long time Inna Voloshina’s book “Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in Another World.” I kept thinking, analyzing, doubting and wondering...

Beyond the threshold of life, or Man lives in the Other World, Inna Voloshina, cover

Beyond the threshold of life, or Man lives in the Other World, Inna Voloshina

Beyond the threshold of life, or Man lives in the Other World, Inna Voloshina, book summary

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Is there life after death? What does the soul experience after leaving for the Other World? Will we meet our loved ones and loved ones after death? Can they hear and see us? Why do our deceased relatives come to us in our dreams? This topic worries absolutely everyone: both believers and people with materialistic views are not indifferent to it. Answers to these questions can be obtained by reading the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev.

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* “The history of the creation of the book” - the full version of the preface, the failed introduction by Gennady Belimov, prepared for the re-release of the book by the KRYLOV publishing house in 2006, it details the history of writing and all the events associated with this work, as well as the answer to the question: why was the book published in an abridged version, under a different title and under a different authorship?

Many people know a book called, but few know that the original title of this novel is "Unity of all worlds", its author is Inna Voloshina, and what was released under the name of Evgenia Khimina, IS PLAGIARISM:

The fate of the work is not easy. To reach the reader in the form intended by the author, the book underwent a difficult journey of twenty years.

The novel was taken by my wife Inna under dictation from the Subtle World with the working title “The Unity of All Worlds” for three years in 1992-1994 (this method is called psychography or automatic writing, although not quite so. Inna really saw all the events described in the smallest details and felt, looked through it like a color filmstrip. The hand only fixed the material so as not to miss anything. Moreover, she repeatedly traveled to that world. How this happened is stated in the preface). The book describes the events that happened to the failed poet Nikolay Oseev from his death in the autumn of 1851 until his rebirth at the end of the 20th century. (*Do not confuse with the famous poet Nikolai Aseev, these are different people who lived in different places and at different times).

The dictation of the manuscript began in May 1992, when Inna was 21 years old and studied at the Kazakh Agricultural Institute (Alma-Ata, Kazakhstan). Nikolai had been in touch with her before: having once met a teenage girl near a school in a mountain settlement near Alma-Ata, he became her Teacher for ten years. In 1994, we moved to Syzran (Samara region), where our daughter Alexandra was born. It was in her image that Nikolai was supposed to come to Earth. But he didn’t succeed.. (All this is said in the last chapters of the book, where Inna’s name and the fact that she is from Kazakhstan are also mentioned). Nikolai saw the light of day in 1999 in the image of our son Nikita.
After writing, the book was typed by me in 5 copies. We turned everywhere to get it published, but nothing worked out for us. Everywhere we needed a lot of money, but we didn’t have it. And then one day in the newspaper "New Aquarius" in 1996 we came across an article Gennady Stepanovich Belimov, a famous scientist engaged in the study of anomalous phenomena and everything unknown. The newspaper gave his coordinates, and Inna wrote him a letter to the city of Volzhsky, where he lives. He was silent for a long time, but then answered, interested in this material. We sent him a manuscript typed on a typewriter.
Belimov, through his own channels, began to look for an opportunity to publish a book. In order to attract readers and publishers, he, together with Olga Nikolaevna Dushevskaya, deputy editor of the Volzhskaya Pravda newspaper, with which he worked closely, began publishing the novel in the Saturday editions of the newspaper. The novel was published in abridged form from March 17, 2001 under the title and authorship of Inna. After a dozen Saturday issues, the editor decided to stop publishing. Belimov prepared an article about Oseev’s book and how this novel was dictated, turning to wealthy Volga residents with a request to finance the book. But no offers of sponsorship were received. But readers demanded continuation of publications, attacking the editors with calls and letters. Many said: “We need to know this, this is why we subscribe to the newspaper!..” And on October 6, 2001, publication of the novel resumed. This was preceded by an article by Gennady Belimov. The novel was published in the newspaper until November 1, 2003. Publications stopped at the very climax of the work, leaving readers in complete ignorance and waiting for a continuation. This happened because the newspaper had a new editor, and the new leader was sorry to waste newspaper space on endless continuations.

Thanks to these releases, Inna began to receive offers from various publishers. I typed the manuscripts on the computer to send an electronic version to the publisher.
Then a lot of events happened that changed a lot. The fact is that Nikita, in whose image Nikolai came to Earth, was born premature, eight months old, such people, as a rule, do not survive. His lungs were closed. Inna was with him in the maternity hospital for a very long time, and the doctors fought for his life. Our relatives found out that he was born when he was already six months old. Nikita was often sick and was constantly between life and death. In this regard, we were forced to move from the city to the village, where the air is cleaner. Then we went to the priest. Inna told him everything about the book... He was categorical and said that we must destroy all esoteric literature, including the manuscripts of the book. That's what we did. All the manuscripts were destroyed, one of the typewritten texts that was in our possession (the remaining 4 could not be destroyed because they passed from hand to hand and were located in Alma-Ata, Samara, Ulyanovsk and Volgograd regions) and an electronic sample. Inna underwent the rite of purification and renounced everything related to communication with the Subtle World, fortune telling and healing.

And then one day a woman called us. Without identifying herself, she warned that the book would be published by another person and hung up. Who she was is not known. It was 2005. We received a letter from Belimov, who said that he had purchased a book published by the St. Petersburg publishing house "KRYLOV", which was called "Man Lives in Another World" and was authored by a certain Evgenia Khimina, a resident of the city of Volzhsky, where the chapters of Inna's book were published. Gennady Stepanovich published a note in the Volzhskaya Pravda newspaper in which he informed readers that Inna’s book had been published, but under a different name. The text of the brochure, published in two parts, word for word, comma for comma, repeated the material that was published in the newspaper, with all of Belimov’s edits. As I already said, the chapters were published in abbreviation (entire paragraphs, dialogues and sentences were thrown out, and the first chapter was changed beyond recognition to fit into the newspaper page), and besides, the publication of the book in the newspaper was interrupted due to a change in the editor. And Evgenia’s book ended in the same place as the last issue in the newspaper. The “simple” woman Evgeniya acted very like her own: she copied the text from the newspaper and decided that from now on all rights to the manuscript belonged to her. And the fact that many in a city of 300 thousand people read this book under a different authorship was not taken into account at all. She didn’t even bother to change the book - she took it from Belimov’s introduction to Inna’s novel, published in the first issue of the newspaper, only replacing the name with her own, and in the introduction she placed it with rearranged sentences and gobbledygook from herself.
The publisher's website was attacked by readers asking for a sequel. (For those who will watch these reviews, I’ll explain a little: At the time of writing the message, Inna did not yet know that the book had not been released in full, so she answered as such, but it was no longer possible to correct the message.) Now the page with reviews has been deleted. . The publisher asked Evgenia for an ending, but she didn’t have one. She provided texts in her spirit: "I am God Most High. etc.", throwing mud at Muslims, saying that salvation can only be in her temple and many other things that contradict the texts of the book published by her. Sergey Pavlovich Kulikov, the leading editor of the publishing house "KRYLOV", suspected something was wrong and, in the course of clarifying the circumstances, contacted us, at the same time Belimov also contacted him.

It was March 2006. The publisher insisted on re-releasing the book under the name of the real author. Negotiations began. Everything was ready for the re-release, Belimov prepared an introduction for the book, in which he described in detail the history of creation and all the events associated with this work (you can read it on our website), there were some minor formalities remaining, but at the last moment Inna did not want to tarnish the name Evgenia refused, giving Belimov the right to dispose of the manuscript at his own discretion. And Kulikov would then have to sue Evgenia for copyright infringement.
We must pay tribute to Evgenia, her disruptive character, her assertiveness in matters related to book publishing. With her persistence, she accomplished what we could not. In November 2006, the book was again published under her name, now by the ROSA Publishing House, but again not in full: only the missing chapters were added, everything else remained the same as the abbreviated newspaper texts. This edition lacked poetry and drawings. The title also changed: now the book is called “Man Lives in Another World.” The person who had the electronic copy typed by me had a hand in the re-release of the book...

After talking with Evgenia herself and visiting her website, I understood how the book written by Inna was published. During our conversation with Evgenia, she said that she received nothing for the release of the book. (But this is not true. As we later learned from the publisher, The book was published entirely at the expense of the publishing house "ROSA", and Evgenia partially received her fee in books, which she gave away to someone and to whom she sold).
Apparently the work was destined to be published, and it does not matter at all how this happened. We did not claim any rights, since the book came to people (albeit in an abridged form), then it should be so. And our goal was for the book to be read by as many people as possible. Moreover, in the age of computer technology and the Internet, in order for a book to be read, it is not at all necessary to publish it, but you just need to post it on the website and advise friends and acquaintances to read it, and they, in turn, will give it to their friends to read. social circle. This path is more effective than the dusty counter of a bookstore, where it is very easy for a brochure to get lost among the enormous amount of modern esoteric literature.

Those who read the manuscripts of this book, those who saw how it was all written, then typed, and then typed on a computer (and there are many of them among our friends on all social networks), will confirm the truth of the above. And there is no need to prove this, it is enough just to compare the writing styles of this story and those written by Inna with what Evgenia writes on her website. This will not be difficult for both writers and people far from literature. Everything is visible to the naked eye. In addition, it is possible that Evgenia received information to publish the book, since we were unable to do so, so she pushed it through. But due to her inadequacy, she became so carried away that she accepted it as her own and became obsessed with the idea of ​​the book. So the book lived for the time being in three versions: "Unity of all worlds"(authors Inna Voloshina, Alla Berezovskaya and Nikolay Oseev), "Beyond the Threshold of Life"(author Inna Voloshina - incompletely published chapters in Volzhskaya Pravda) and "Man lives in another world"(abbreviated chapters of the book under the name of Eugenia). Until justice has been served.

They did not go unnoticed. What she talked about in her videos and on the website of the ROSA publishing house did not in any way correspond to what was stated in the book. First, residents of the city of Volzhsky began to contact us, who had read Inna’s work in the newspaper, some of them knew Evgenia personally, and then the ROSA Publishing House itself, concerned about the heresy and obscenity that Evgenia had spread on its website, began to doubt: “Evgenia did you write a book?" And the management of the publishing houses "DILYA" and "ROSA" contacted us. That is, the events of 2006 were repeated.
All publishing houses are afraid of copyright litigation, and the hype surrounding this book undermines the authority of the KRYLOV and ROSA publishing houses, which published it. Despite all this, Evgenia knew, agreed and did not deny Inna’s authorship, but she did not agree to cooperate with us, and also rejected joint authorship. It was necessary to do something, since we were already uncomfortable with what Evgenia was doing and saying, hiding behind a book that did not belong to her! Negotiations began again, this time ending with On March 25, 2014, the same ROSA Publishing House published Inna Voloshina’s book “Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the Other World”, in the full author’s version and under the name of its real author.
The preface to the book was the same introduction by Belimov. Gennady Stepanovich played a significant role in the publication of the book, and Inna’s decision was unequivocal: “The introduction should be his!” True, Inna significantly shortened it, excluding unnecessary events, descriptions and quotes. And in order not to denigrate Evgenia on the pages of the book, all references to her and the fact that the book was published twice under her name were removed from this introduction.

The book was published entirely at the expense of the ROSA Publishing House.
The due royalties are received by books, which are distributed free of charge to everyone who helped us in the publication of the book, to our friends and just good people.
We were forced to change the name to "Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the Other World", so that people looking for a work authored by Evgenia, and those who once read this novel in a newspaper, could freely purchase it under a new name, and also visit our website.

Thanks to all our friends and acquaintances for their support and assistance in publishing the book; Gennady Stepanovich Belimov, Evgenia Khimina, the editors of the newspaper "VOLZHSKAYA PRAVDA", the publishing houses "KRYLOV" and "ROSA" for the fact that the book was published.
Special thanks to Ramil Galina (Almaty), Alexander Evgrafov (Syzran), Nina Alekseevna Borodina (Ulyanovsk) And Alla Berezovskaya (Tolyatti), which saved the texts I typed on a typewriter. The question may involuntarily arise: who is she - Alla Berezovskaya (Pudovkina)? And why is her name listed among the authors of the book? I will answer: Alla is our relative, a medium. It was she who taught Inna to get in touch with the Subtle World. It was through her that the first lines of the book were transmitted to Inna, until Inna learned to completely control her interaction with the Other World.

What is the full version of the book offered to your attention and what are the differences between the texts:
Evgenia’s first chapter is very much shortened, some dialogues, sentences, paragraphs (one to one, like in the newspaper in which the book’s chapters were published for reference) were thrown out of the rest; poems at the beginning and end of the book and the Epilogue are missing.
The first chapter, both in the “newspaper” version and in the book published under the name of Evgenia, spoke about the death of Nicholas under the wheels of a horse-drawn carriage in 1851. The original, offered to you now, speaks of his death under the wheels of a car. The question may arise: where did the car come from in 1851? Yes, the first car with an internal combustion engine, indeed, appeared much later than Nikolai’s death... To avoid such questions and criticism, Gennady Belimov, editing the novel for publication in the Volzhskaya Pravda newspaper in 2001, replaced the car with a horse-drawn carriage. In fact, it was neither one nor the other. It was a scooter design of some Saratov Samodelkin - a wooden cart without an engine, controlled by levers. She was going down the slide, and Nikolai, lost in thought, fell under her. The blow was not very strong, but Nikolai fell and hit his head on the pavement. This was enough to leave for the Other World...
When releasing the full author's version, we decided not to change anything. At the time when Nikolai lived, he had never even heard of cars, because there were none at all. Well, in his presentation of those events, to make it more understandable to the reader, he conveyed the information exactly like that.
divided by Evgenia into two. The fact is that the last issue of the newspaper in which the chapters of the book were published ended with the phrase: “So we have hope for the future. Nikolai, I will keep your image in me, I will carry it through the years. Now leave me. I don’t wish you any trouble at work. And see you soon.
- See you." The first issue of Evgenia’s book, published by the KRYLOV publishing house in 2005, ended with the same phrase.
Well, in the expanded edition, published by the publishing house "ROSA" in 2006, this chapter is divided into two, named by Evgenia as "Another World" and "The ban was lifted" (starting from this chapter, the book included what was not in the newspaper , with the exception of the above verses and epilogue).
Some of the drawings (diagrams) are missing (for Evgenia it is listed as “The choice of her parents”).
As I said, the novel was completed in December 1994, and Nikolai was to come to Earth as our son. But fate decreed otherwise. Our daughter was born. A few months later, Inna again received dictations, but she drove them away from herself, as the story, completed in May 1995, tells. For Evgenia, this chapter is called “Nicholas goes to Earth” and it is also shortened - Inna’s poem, written to her after the birth of her daughter, is missing:
“So, everything turned out okay. The Lord did not allow anything irreparable. She is alive, and so is the baby - my sister.
On the table in front of Inna lay an open notebook with recently written poems, and she herself looked out the window and smiled, remembering something. These are the verses:
***
We were waiting for our son
A daughter was born!
She came on a bright day
And not on a dark night.
Here is Your secret,
Lord, hidden.
After all, only I knew
That a daughter will be born.
Only her name
I don't know which one to give.
As Nikolai wanted -
I'll call you Alexandra.
He or she.
It's all the same - Sasha.
Let it grow - Strong
Our daughter.
***
I breathed a sigh of relief."

In January 1999, our son was born. After his birth, a short message came from Nikolai, in which he announced his descent to Earth. It is not in Evgenia’s version, since it was not in the manuscripts sent to Gennady Stepanovich in 1996; for known reasons, I did not include it in the file sent to Belimov and Kulikov. On our website it is formatted as .
Initially, she completed the book (for Evgenia it is called “Nicholas Goes to Earth”), but after writing the Epilogue, Inna swapped this chapter (for Evgenia it is listed as “The Visible World”), thereby giving the book the appearance of a completed work.
This completed version of the book is now presented to your attention.

The book has been released. She went through a difficult long path to publication, at almost 20 years old.
And I want to finish my description of events with the words of Belimov:
“I would like to think that finally the book will have a happy fate. We must know what awaits us after leaving our world, and how we should build our earthly life so that it takes place, and so that we do not later be ashamed of ourselves and God for unrighteous deeds. Sooner or later we will find ourselves in another world, when our earthly journey ends. Whether we believe in it or not is another matter, but in any case it is useful to learn as much as possible about it.
Probably, humanity still has a lot to go through and a lot to learn about itself and the world around it before society and its most important institutions recognize what is described as corresponding to reality. But the first steps have already been taken."

And in conclusion, I want to say: any work must be paid. Publishers invested a lot of money to publish the book, both under the name of Inna and Evgenia. The electronic version is, of course, good and convenient - you can read it on any electronic device. But. A book will always remain a book. Her soul lives in paper.
Therefore, I encourage readers to purchase books in stores. By purchasing, you will give publishers the opportunity to release new books that will delight readers. Whoever buys a book under Evgenia’s name - don’t be upset, just go to our website and read what she doesn’t have. How the texts differ - I outlined the main points above. Well, in order to see the missing dialogues and descriptions, you will have to carefully check both texts.

Enjoy reading. God bless you!
With love to all friends and acquaintances,
Al:)

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ALL ABOUT THE PAST...

***
I lived without thinking about much.
He loved, suffered and waited for happiness.
But life hasn’t given me much.
And soon the hour of death came.
The soul, having left the mortal body,
Fell into despair and confusion,
I seemed like a white shadow.
And was filled with a feeling of alienation
To yourself and your body.
I saw everything that was happening around
I was scared to be alone
And I was seized with mortal fear.
In desperation I was eager
To your cooling body,
But no matter how hard I tried,
There was no going back to him.
I saw everything that happened...

***
I left the Earth in pain
In heart; I realized that only
The body remains there, and I am a shadow,
It seemed to me that he was in a hurry to get somewhere.
Yes! I was carried by a stream of light
To the gates invisible to me.
I knew there was somewhere ahead
I will meet Him, whom I don’t know myself.
While my soul was reaching up
There, where the wonderful light poured from,
Years of life rushed before me,
My earthly life. And the answer
About how I lived and what I did
It was not easy for me to endure.
Something I hadn't thought about before -
I am after my heart, which is like a sharp blade.
But this was the beginning of the test...

***
It was difficult and difficult for me:
Nobody met me here...
It's impossible to change anything
But over time I found my pier.
I resigned myself to the new
To your body. I learned a lot
And I’m still learning... But again I
I strove for the Earth, I strove so much,
That he passed through the edge of worlds.
But what! What awaited me was ashes from the body...
For a long time I could not free myself from the shackles,
That pulled me down. In lamentations
I walked away from the grave,
Deciding never to return there.
But dear and dear to the heart
The places are dear, you can’t part with them.
This was just the beginning of sadness...

***
I was often among my relatives,
I enjoyed our meetings.
I prayed for people dear to me
And I waited to meet them in eternity.
I studied; time passed
It was fast, then it seemed it wouldn’t happen
End of classes. And everything is past
Memories of everyday life passed,
About life, about love, about pain.
It was a gray, gloomy time.
I lived with memories, but nothing more.
And memories are a heavy burden,
When you realize it's a lie
I was not understood by you during my lifetime.
How I lived, I don’t know myself:
There was no joy. I'm three times
I tried to leave, to go far, far away...

***
I tried to leave three times
But every time he came back:
It is impossible to escape from yourself.
I've been tossing around for so long...
Over time, the pain dulled,
Disappointments faded into the distance...
I began to wait for my love.
I started building a house, but it's a pity
She didn't even enter the house
We parted in a park by the river.
She has been here for a long time, but about that
I did not know. We were very far away.
She paid me tribute
Our meetings and walks under the moon.
She crossed the line more easily
Confusion; and didn't stay with me.
These were the darkest days...

***
But one day a bright light
I saw in the Universe.
A cry burst from my chest:
“My dream has come true!”
Oh yes, I have often dreamed here,
That I will find a soul mate.
I began to rave about this idea.
But I found it and brought it down
All attention to my Dream,
Everything about her was wonderful.
And I stopped counting the days.
I helped her! And not in vain
Faith lived in my soul,
That someday we will be close...
And the Lord opened doors for us.
This is the highest reward for pain!
These are my brightest days...

***
P.S.: I told it in verse
All my pain
But in writing
I'll reveal more...

CHAPTER 1