The Power of Thought, Part 3 ~ (August 14, 2014)

The Power of Thought, Part 3

Part 1, Part 2
By Vladimir Megre
Translated from Russian by John Woodsworth; Edited by Leonid Sharashkin
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Excerpted from The Energy of Life by Vladimir Megre, book 7 of The Ringing Cedars Series

Chapter 8: Thank You

When little Anastasia was born, and after this tiny infant who had not yet learnt to walk was left all alone without any parents, the fiery sphere began to put in an occasional appearance beside her.

My father, along with other priests, knew a great many natural phenomena that your scientists today consider mysterious and unexplainable. Yet he could still not account for the power of this fiery sphere

Its unfathomable energy could momentarily dissipate in space in the form of tiny sparks, or just as quic1dy gather itself together into a single whole. A delicate tongue of fiery light bursting from the sphere could instantaneously pulverise a huge stone or rock. The same tongue of light was also capable of tenderly touching an insect's leg as it crawled along the petal of a flower, without causing any harm. But the main, the most inexplicable part of the mystery was how this cluster of trem.endous energy reacted to the feelings and desires oflittle Anastasia. That n1eant it had feelings, and tbougbt besides. Thought, in the complete sense of the word, is native only to Man. But the fiery sphere was not Man. Then who was This? How could It possess feelings which belong only to Man? Where did It acquire such tremendous power and might?

IThis and the following two chapters are narrated by Anastasia's grandfather.]

I told you, and you described this in your book,2 how it changed the Earth's gravitational field in a single spot, when Anastasia was learning to walk. Thousands oflittle tongues of light emanated frOln it, combing the little girl's golden hair. Father had an idea about what kind of forces could have produced this fiery, mighty and thinking sphere, but he never spoke of it aloud. Supposition requires proof. When Anastasia was a little older, we once overheard her talking with the sphere. Or rather, she was the one who did all the talking. The sphere never uttered words, it only reacted to the child's words through its actions.When Father asked Anastasia about sphere, she gave only a very brief answer:"I would call it Good." Her answer was insufficient for my father, but he didn't speak with her again about the sphere, not back then nor over the years since.

From that original answer it was clear that Anastasia had no desire to give a definition either to the fiery sphere itself or to its actions. Most probably she perceived it through her feelings. But my father, for some reason, was anxious to define the phenomenon. From the time the sphere first appeared, Father stopped participating in the priests' affairs and concentrated his attention on solving the mystery.

The priests know the mechanisms for confirming a hypothesis or overturning their own hypotheses. To this end it is necessary to publicise the phenomenon with a highly accurate report and await people's reaction and opinions. Mind you, these people should not be asked or instructed to express their opinions. Definitions must arise freely, on the level of feelings and not just intellect, in order to be as accurate as possible.

(2. See Book 2, Chapter 21' "The anomaly.")

So, at my father's request, I told you about Anastasia's childhood, including the story of her communication with the mysterious phenomenon. You wrote about this in your book without distorting what you heard, and, most significantly, you did not express any opinions of your own. We looked forward with some excitement to hearing your readers' reaction. It came very quickly, expressed not only in the usual things people say, but in emotional bursts of feeling. People said or wrote what my father had supposed for many years but never spoke aloud - thoughts he had hid from the other priests.

You published poetry from readers who wrote not because somebody had asked them to, but straight from the heart. Let me remind you of how one of these poems starts off:

On her Birthday
God appeared
To his beloved little Nastenka ... (3)

Father's guess had been confirmed. The fiery sphere which communicated from time to time with Anastasia is none other than a representative form of God. God has many representative forms. Each blade of grass is a manifestation of His thoughts. But of all the many elements comprising God's representation, the sphere presented itself, if not as the main one, certainly as one of the most majestic
and concentrated forms, including even the energy of both intelligence and feelings.

(3. Nastenka - a common diminutive variant of Anastasia.)

And then one day... This happened after you had written your first five books. After the publication of her words or rather, dark space was penetrated by what seemed like a fiery sword - the emotional outburst captured in her words:

"Prepare yourself, all wickedness and evil-mindedness, to leave the Earth behind and fall upon me!"+ From Anastasia's lips these words go far beyond the meaning of just the words. You, Vladimir, along with many others, have had the opportunity a number of times to see that for yourself And the wickedness began to attack Anastasia with an invisible energy.

The white circles started appearing, bleaching the grass all around. It even happened sometimes that Anastasia would lose consciousness momentarily. And we didn't know how to help her.

Our little granddaughter did not ask us for help. And because she didn't ask, that meant unquestionably that this was something she had to work out all on her own. More recently, however, we began to notice these attacks on her getting more and more severe. It was as though evil were simply agonising to carry out these final attacks. But our granddaughter's tenacity was growing at the same time. Lately the routine blows have simply caused her to give a shudder and head for the lakeshore. Somehow the lake's water has been able to quickly restore her strength. After splashing and diving in the water, she's come out at full strength, as before. On one particular day we noticed Anastasia heading for the
lake after one of the usual blows, but she was treading very carefully. When she stopped to lean against a cedar trunk and rest, Father said with some alarm:

"Today our granddaughter is having a particularly difficult challenge to handle. It's really been hard on her. Look, and you will see some grey strands in her golden hair."

Then we saw Anastasia push off from the trunk, take one step and then another in the direction of the lake. Then she stumbled and stopped once more.

("Quoted from Book 3, Chapter 24: "Who are you, Anastasia)".

It was at this point that the fiery sphere appeared from space, right in front of her. But this time its lightning flashes were changing colours, as though volcanic ashes were seething inside it. And then all of a sudden it would look as though fierce fiery arrows were piercing through an invisible protective shield - floods of them dashing out and disappearing in space. But the sphere was not decreasing but increasing in size, while the diverse energies inside it were condensing and seething with ever greater intensity. The sphere itself was not suspended in space, but contracted and expanded like a heart. Then all at once it fell still, as though trying to make a decision. And thousands of lightning trills of energy dashed out in Anastasia's direction. At just what point this sinking girl managed to raise her hand, Father and I failed to detect, even though we were watching the whole event, trying not to blink. We knew what this gesture meant. She was shielding herself from the lighting trills directed at her. But why? At that time we still weren't in a position to understand. But one thing was clear: the fiery sphere, through its energy, was capable of fully restoring her strength. Not only that, but it could also endow Anastasia with fresh energy, whereby outward attacks could no longer hold any terror for our granddaughter. But why did she decide to act on her own?

The tongues of fire extended in her direction quivered, but did not touch Anastasia, standing there with her hand raised. They either disappeared in the sphere, which was still raging with tremendous energy, or dashed out once more, reaching out in her direction but, as before, not touching her. And then all at once, with slow and tender words, she addressed the fiery sphere and its tongues of light:"I implore You now to contain the bursts of Your energy. Do not touch me. I can restore my strength in Your lake as before. I just need to make it to the shore."

In an instant the sphere gathered up all its quivering tongues of light from all around, and kept pulsating like a heart. It swept upward with a flash - it seemingly cracked asunder and then contracted. Its myriad tongues made a dash for the ground, touching everything on the path leading to the lake from Anastasia's feet.

And another vision arose. The path began to sparkle with millions of pulsating colours oflight, making a multicoloured rainbow arc over the path leading to the lake from Anastasia's feet. It was a wondrous sight indeed! Anastasia's pathway now lay through a triumphal arch! a te one not fellow the route marked out for her by the fiery sphere. She slowlyattained the shore and dived in, then resurfaced and simply lay in the water with outstretched arms. Then she started splashing about - her strength had returned. Anastasia's behaviour in relation to the fiery sphere, which was really in relation to God, was beyond our comprehension. But what happened next is comparable to a turning point in the consciousness of all mankind, or to a change of balance in the energies of the Universe. What happened next was ... Throwing on a little dress over her still wet body, she carefully smoothed out its folds, straightened her hair, then pressed her hands to her breast and began speaking out into space:"My Father, You are present everywhere! I am your daughter amidst Your perfect creations.' I must put an end to the dispute among the entities in the Universe as to whether Your creations are perfect, or whether they might be flawed."My Father, You are present everywhere! You have fulfilled my request and not touched me. None of them will now say that Paradise will return to the Earth only when God corrects His imperfect creations!

'See Book -1-, Chapter II: "Three prayers".

"But there is nothing requiring Your correction. You created all right from the start in perfection. My Father, present everywhere, I am not alone. In all the corners of the Earth there are sons and daughters of Your own. And they have mighty aspirations. They will restore the Earth to the marvellous flowering of its original pristine creation.

"My Father, present everywhere, we are your sons and daughters. We are created by You. We are perfection. ''!\nd now we shall show everyone what we can do. And may You be delighted by our actions." When Anastasia uttered these words and then fell silent, the fiery sphere which high a dash for the ground. About three metres from Anastasia's feet it dispersed into millions of tiny sparks all around, and then in an instant gathered itself back together into a single whole. Only this single whole was no longer a fiery sphere. There in front of Anastasia stood a child of (in Earth terms) about seven years. It is difficult to say whether it was a boy or a girl. The child's shoulders were covered by a fabric with a
pale bluish-purple sheen that looked as though it were nlade out of mist itself The child's hair fell around his shoulders. The expression on the child's face was one of intelligence, confidence and grace. Rather, the expression on the child's face was impossible to convey in words - it could only be described in terms of the feelings which overflowed our souls. The young child stood barefoot on the grass without trampling even a single blade. Anastasia knelt to the ground in front of Him, then sat down on the grass, her eyes fixed on His extraordinary face. It seemed that in the very next second He and she would embrace, but this did not happen. The child smiled at Anastasia. With a careful utterance of each sound, He said: "Thank you, sons and daughters, for your aspirations."

Then as He dissipated into space, the fiery sphere once more appeared high above, glistening with a joyful light of the like nobody had ever seen before. It made several circles over the lake, and for five minutes or so drops of warm rain soothed everything growing around, as well as the smooth surface of the lake.

The moisture was invigorating. A few drops fell on my arm without rolling off Instead, they dissolved, filling my body with a Im,,'Uriant bliss. My father is always unflappable in situations like this, in complete control of his emotions, but this time even he was shaken. He walked through the taiga as though he could no longer feel his body, and I followed. He walked for several hours, and then turned to speak to me. A tiny tear was rolling down his cheek. As one of the high priests, he was not susceptible to such emotion. But I saw his tears. Father said quietly and confidently:"She did it! Anastasia has brought people across the dark forces' window of time. The seeds of happy and joyful aspirations will now be scattered over the whole Earth." Then Father had a long and animated conversation with me. He was not surprised by the actions of the sphere, or by the fact that one of God's representative forms - perhaps His main manifestation had appeared to Anastasia in the person of a child.

My father was a priest, and not just a simple priest either. He had the ability to discern what was important in visible occurrences. And it wasn't at all the vision itself that interested him. The most important thing was the appearance of a thought in space. The thought produced by Anastasia had not been heard since the time of creation, nor reflected in a single religious or scientific treatise. Utterly simple and yet, at the same time, extraordinarily exalted, it has turned the treatises we know into naive musings which had nothing in common with the Divine essence. Anastasia had imbued human consciousness with the concept of God which Man had been missing all these years.

"What does it consist of?"

Chapter 9: Divine Faith

You know that the Earth and everything growing on it, as well as all its functions - rain, snow, wind - were thought up by Him right from the very start.

Our Creator - the Great Mind - created His great creation in an impulse of inspiration.

And he created Man is His own image as a culmination of His creation.

But ever since the time of creation it turned out that many beings have been plagued with doubt as to whether Man was really created by God as a creation unsurpassed in the Universe. Is it really true what God said about Man not being just like any other creature but being equal with God? God Himself said, image and likeness he is ... I have given him everything that is Mine, and will furthermore give him for his own all that may be thought at a future time.

God wanted to see His own creation, Man, in the likeness of Himself.

Now take a look at mankind today. Many people talk about God. They talk about the strength of their love for the Creator. But with that they are lying to themselves. For it is impossible to love someone without seeing, feeling or understanding Him.

Many will say "I believe in God". But what exactly do they believe in? Do they believe in God's existence? But surely that indicates a very primitive level of consciousness. A Man 'Quoted (with a slight variation) from two different paragraphs in Book 4, Chapter 3: "The first appearance of you". who says "I believe God exists" is admitting in effect that he neither feels nor understands God, but simply believes in His existence. Ifby faith in God they mean that God is an almighty, kind and loving parent, then what do they do for God apart from uttering words? They destroy His creations and isolate themselves behind the stone walls of monasteries from the world created by their Father. They spend their time thinking up and churning out all sorts of treatises. And everywhere it's the same. The treatises say that God must be worshipped. But people worship they know not what.

And now, Vladimir, just imagine how God feels When He looks down and sees all this corruption. You can picture it if you try. After all, God possesses all Man's feelings, only with Him they are stronger, sharper and purer. But even with the feelings we have today - our human and parental feelings - we can still picture how our Parent, our Creator must feel.

Here He is looking down on His children, but all they can do is cry: "We love You, only give us more of Your goodness. We are Your servants, we are powerless and ignorant, we are stupid. Help us, 0 Lord!" Is it really possible for creations in God's likeness to conduct themselves this way? What could be more painful for a parent than the helpless moaning of his children? This is how doubts about the perfection of God's creations arose among the elemental beings of the Universe."But who could make such a fool of Man this way? How? 'When?"

"The only one who could make a fool of Man is someone possessing equal power of thought - in other words, Man himself."

The priests were the ones who launched mankind down the path of degradation. They took it upon themselves to prove to God that they were capable of controlling all mankind, on the premise that humanity'S moanings and torments would force God to enter into a dialogue with them. They counted on this because they know that God never talks with anyone, never interferes in human destiny, that all destinies are determined by the paths human beings themselves have chosen. But if mankind were to be brought to the brink of total destruction, God might enter into negotiations with those leading mankind to that brink - with those influencing people's minds - in order to head off an utter collapse. The premise was that God would do this for the sake of all humanity. Millennia went by. But God did not enter into a dialogue with the priests and did not bring about any new miracles to bring people to their senses. First my father, and later I myself, understood why.

If He had done this, if God had interfered in human affairs, then He Himself would have confirmed the speculations on the part of the elemental beings of the Universe that Man was an imperfect creation. But, more importantly, His interference would have ultimately destroyed Man's faith in himself Man would have ultimately ceased discovering the Divine elements within himself and relied solely on help from outside. And so He waited, and believed in His children, observing events and suffering, enduring the mockery and the taking of His name in vain. He believed in His creation, Man. It is His own faith that is truly the Divine faith. The priests had hoped that the solution would come about
just at the point when a global catastrophe was imminent. They had hoped the scenario they had thought up would come to pass. Not one of them imagined that a single Man - a young woman - in the space of a few short years would thwart their plans and efforts they had been making over the course of millennia and turn mankind back to its Divine pristine origins. But Anastasia did produce this most extraordinary turnabout. She demonstrated to the whole Universe the power of God's creation, she demonstrated the Divine wisdom. And quite possibly for the very first time. Just imagine, Vladimir
,
the majesty and significance of that event. For the first time since the moment of the creation of the Earth, our Father heard talk of the perfection of His creation. The marvellous future visualised by Anastasia is already alive in space, and being concretised mom.ent by moment by a whole lot of people who are beginning to understand their own essence and purpose in life. Materialisation will inevitably follow."But when will it follow? The priests, after all, are also capable of acting and interfering.""But not the high priests. The challenge now is to abort the programme created by the priests. My father spoke with one of them before his departure. The priests never meet amongst themselves. They are located in various parts of the globe, but can comnmnicate at a distance by feeling each other's thoughts." My father was standing on a small hillock. The dawn's rays were already skimming the tops of the cedar trees, illuminating my father's face and his profile. I heard this dialogue take place silently in space: "I am Moisey, descendant of a dynasty that has been controlling the destinies of peoples for thousands of years. I am their descendant and forebear. I appeal to you, self-appointed
High Priest, but not on bended knee. Do not waste your efforts trying to counteract Anastasia.

"My granddaughter's aspirations do not correspond, in any way, shape or manner, to the plans we have thought up. This lack of correspondence is pleasing to me, it strikes a chord in my soul. I am Moisey, I am a priest. We are equal in power. I shall shield my granddaughter with my own self." And the high priest's answer: "Yes, Moisey, you and I are equal in power. And thus I realise that you are not asking me to stop the attacks - it is advice you are seeking from me."I am the one who is now thinking of how we can help her, how to put an end to this monstrosity of a system. We created a monster, and it is stronger than us. You yourself, after all, participated in its creation."It has been devouring children and mangling people's bodies for millennia. Now it will take centuries of our efforts to stop it. But your granddaughter's thinking is more accelerated than ours. She can create millennia in the space of a
single year. None of us at the moment is in a position either to help her or to harm her. "The only thing I am certain of is that we should be creating our own lifestyle according to the image outlined by your granddaughter, and pour all our knowledge into our creations, so that we ourselves becOlne an example for people to follow." The priests did not use all that many words as they talked amongst themselves, but what they said made a great deal of sense. "I don't think everyone will understand the priests' dialogue. It's not clear to me, for instance, what kind of a beast they are talking about, the one that devours children. And why, if they really want to help Anastasia, your father and the high priest still say they are not in a position to offer help.""It's all in the speed of one's thinking, ladimir.""Speed of thinking? But why is that so important? What's the connection?"

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