Sensei of Shambala. Book IV. Anastasia Novykh

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СКАЧАТЬ is just an instrument. Let’s say it in a more precise way. Subconsciousness is a matter from which they make an instrument. And what a person would like to create from this matter and how he will use this instrument is a personal matter of everybody, a matter of his own choice. You can make, for example, if you wish a weapon in order to use it for destruction of other people like you. Or you can make from it, for example, a spoon, that is a quite necessary item for usage in household.” On saying it he showed his spoon to the guys. Meanwhile Volodya again dug stealthily a jam from the jar which was still in the hands of Sensei. “A spoon from this metal was invented and made for satiation of body with a life vital and sometimes very delicious food.”

      “Right,” echoed Volodya and ate at once the contents of his spoon. After that he waited a little when Sensei starts talking again and stealthily stretched to take another portion.

      “… Kalashnikov gun is made also from metal but its purpose is to kill people. You can’t sup with it and it’s not comfortable to eat with it.”

      “Aha,” Volodya again nodded with satisfied air and finished successfully his next “secret operation”.

      “The same thing is with the subconsciousness. All depends on intentions and desires of a human,” concluded Sensei.

      “Well but Ariman also told us quite earnestly that the subconsciousness may be used for spiritual development,” Andrew couldn’t stop himself and gesticulated with his hands. “He even gave examples with meditations! It means that he also used a spoon but not a Kalashnikov gun.” And he proclaimed almost with pretension. “What is the difference then?!”

      “You say, what is the difference?” Sensei uttered in a tired way, probably feeling fatigue to explain obvious things.

      At this moment Sensei sitting at the table and holding a jam jar in one of his hands and a spoon in another suddenly took Andrew sharply down so that the guy’s legs flew upwards. And immediately as soon as the scared guy landed on the sand, delivered an imitating blow to the eye, such a flash-like one that Sensei’s hand with spoon’s handle froze almost in one millimeter from Andrew’s eye. Everything happened so swiftly that the shocked guy didn’t even manage to react. He just closed his eyes tight out of fear. And with all his “battle experience” it was the only defence from such an unexpected attack.

      Sensei pronounced very distinctly addressing to Andrew, “What do you think, if I put some force of thirty kilogram and don’t change the trajectory of this item, what will happen?”

      Me and Kostya stood frozen embarassed by this event and didn’t know what to think, not to mention Andrew. The guy’s face was distorted at once with panic fear of such words of Sensei, he even sweated, evidently out of deep emotion. Volodya used this moment, took the jar with jam from Sensei and as if nothing happened said in a bass and calm voice quickly eating the jam, “The spoon will freely go through the orbit of the right eye and damage frontoparietal part of the cerebrum. The conclusion: a lethal outcome is guaranteed.”

      “Right,” said Sensei and didn’t turn aside his gaze from Andrew as if it were his answer.

      Then he tapped him on the shoulder and helped to get up from the sand. Andrew, apparently being shocked by this unexpected event, looked like a plaster monument. Sensei sat at the table, as if nothing happened, and uttered, “A spoon is just an instrument. But even such a noble instrument can be transformed into a quite dangerous weapon.” He sighed heavily and looked with a pity at the jar which was empty due to Volodya’s prompt attack. “Is there no jam anymore?”

      “No,” grinned Volodya and licked clean his spoon. “It’s not my fault that you distract your attention by every trifle. And the jam is a “perishable” goods, hardly you open it, the flies appear quickly around and start spoil it. So, the one who was in time, ate it.”

      Sensei smiled and uttered, “Volodya, and how is about “share a crust of bread with your ‘neighbour’?”

      “We have to share bread with neighbours. But in a big family, eh…” and quickly having glanced at me he corrected himself, “Well, don’t lag behind, I meant, don’t look aside when you eat.”

      “Ah,” Sensei laughed sincerely and having put the spoon for jam which he didn’t use, he waved with his hand, “If we have finished with jam, let’s go swimming.”

      Sensei and Volodya directed to the sea mocking at each other on their way about the quickly emptied jam jar. Kostya and Andrew, on the contrary, sat embarassed at the table.

      “Cool!” Andrew could hardly speak it out, wiping sweat from his forehead. And in a while he added, “Have you seen how Sensei spoke straight from the shoulder! Ugh, I have even sweated!”

      “Don’t tell me that, my pants are almost wet,” said Kostya, to my surprise, without his usual pathetic mask. “How does Sensei manage to do it? Just a few seconds of his attention and the mind gets so clear! And we argued the whole hour who is right and who is wrong.”

      “Well,” nodded Andrew agreeing with him. “And here we cleared out in two seconds that both of us are fools!”

      “It’s good that you were the first to ask and I didn’t have time to ask my question,” Kostya sighed with relief.

      “It’s not too late, go and ask!” Andrew smiled inertly.

      “Aha, so that I will learn run on the water with the help of Volodya’s heel?! No, thanks a lot for this nice proposal. I will fix myself my brakes in my mind. Because Sensei explained in a quite clear way. So, as is said, there is no need in this question anymore.”

      “Right,” smiled Andrew, “If to take into account your wet pants…”

      The guys laughed quietly. Then Tatyana came together with Slava and began to inquire what was a result of their dispute. In reply Andrew waved with his hand and said, “Result?! Excessive discharge of liquid and realization of our own stupidity!” And in order not to specify the details he called everybody, “Let’s go swimming with others!”

      The guys laughed and ran together to the water. Tatyana remained to help me clean the table and started to inquire what happened here that turned back Kostya and Andrew to old good friends who almost had fought against each other because of their dispute as each of them was sure that his view was a “true” one.

      This case made me think that sometimes we are wrong when we argue with somebody too emotionally. And then we suffer day and night after that as we think over this dispute in our mind again and again, inventing new answers to our opponent, sharper, “smarter” and more convincing, and wait for a moment when we can speak it out to his face when we meet each other. And in order not to forget our “brilliant” thoughts and proves, we begin to scroll again our future meeting and recollect anew our old conversation. Although in reality we don’t know whether we will meet again each other and in general which new surprises we will face tomorrow.

      If we look at this dispute from the side and evaluate it humanly, is it worth of proving somebody’s “truth”, if it leads to growing of the bunch of non-stop rage and affects the most stinking part of our Animal nature – the egoism. Is it worth of paying the force of our attention so that to suffer later from it?! Though mostly we suffer not because somebody is “bad”, in our opinion, as he affected our egoism. In fact, it’s our soul which suffers as in the first place we did wrong and directed the force of our attention not on Love but on Hatred. That might beget in this case mental anguish. And on its base the empty insult of our egocentrism flourishes which doesn’t let us understand the depth and the true sense of this pain. That’s why we become cruel dashing about in a flap, argue СКАЧАТЬ