The alien visitor's revelation

We entered a huge hall and stepped on its marble floor, decorated with golden ornament. There was a garden around the hall; I could smell the fine aroma of the flowers, which covered tree branches. My spirit was calm and happy as I heard the babble of birds resembling our earthborn hummingbirds. Multicolored butterflies were playing among flowers. Behind the trees I could see panorama of the city and its surrounding area, because the walls were transparent. In the distance, surrounded by blue haze, there were silhouettes of the mountains. The river was winding its way on the plain.

We climbed that wide marble staircase and entered the reading room, which impressed me with its coziness and comfort. There were massive gold-encrusted tables, placed along the walls with large windows. Each table was surrounded by four armchairs, each of which was just a masterpiece. Combination of cherry seat covers and golden incrustation left an indelible impression. Such armchairs would be fine for greatest kings. As it seemed to me, each table was fitted with an electric table lamp with emerald-colored lamp shade. Each lamp represented a little golden sculpture of some figure. There were sculptures of a fairy, a wistful knight riding his horse, and different fairy-tale characters. The atmosphere in the hall was semi-dark, so the lamps were lighting here and there on tables, occupied by rare visitors, and this created a romantic climate.

Yaroslav motioned me and Anna to have a seat, but instead of sitting down himself, he left the room. Since I had nothing else to do, I entertained myself looking at the visitors of the library. There was a young blonde woman in stylish glasses at the next table. She was thumbing through an old-fashioned tome. To my judgment, she must have been from Netherlands.

“No, I am not from Netherlands. I am from Sweden, and my name is Ingrid. What is your name?” She reacted to my silent thought.

“My name is Alexander, and I am from Russia.” I still did not pronounce a single word.

Ingrid made a jaunty wave of her hand and kept reading. I switched my attention to the table lamp. Its golden foot represented the image of a fairy, hiding under her umbrella. Combination of gold and enamel were making the image of that fairy very magnificent. Stars were shining as a diamond placer on her dark blue enameled dress, and her face was glowing with a friendly smile. She was wearing a crown with diamonds on her head.

I asked Anna to explain me how to switch on the table lamp.

“Alex, my friend! This world is subject to the power of thoughts. Nothing can be ruined or changed here against this collective being’s will. However, a human being may add some details from everyday life in this world. You can also use your thinking power to switch on this lamp. Check it out!”

I centered around my mind and silently asked “Lamp, switch on!” In the same time nothing short of an electric lamp flashed under the fairy’s green umbrella. Diamond stars, shining on her dress, were even brighter than before. Green shimmer of magnificent light was illuminating the surface of the table, while Anna and I stayed in the semi-shadow. I was rushed by romantic vibes and exalted desire for knowledge. I wished to explore the world around together with the entire Universe.

“This is not just light,” said Anna. “It is similar to the drink I offered you on our first acquaintance. Light stimulates cognition processes in your spirit and generates correspondent vibrations of the surrounding data field. Your personal 'self' is merging with this field into one common thing, and thus it can travel inside it. However, the data field seems to be divided into zones. You cannot travel through time and observe your past lives without correspondent adjustment of your soul’s vibrational frequency. Light is what will help you with this. You lack experience, but with the passage of time you will learn how to align yourself with ‘educational’ vibration by means of your thinking power.”

Once Anna finished her speech, I saw Yaroslav approaching us and carrying two thin red paper cases in his hands.

“I have brought two paper cases, although I could use my thinking power and stay in the reading room. But Alex, you are the newcomer, so everything must look natural,” said Yaroslav. “One paper case contains the list of your past incarnations, and the other one keeps the future incarnations of some historical figure. You can narrate these events in your book.”

“Thanks for your care, dear Yaroslav. I think Alex is very interested to see these lists!” Anna replied him instead of me.

Yaroslav put both paper cases on the table and then opened one. It contained a table, filled with dates. Paper was thin, and looked like a parchment.

“Alex, my friend! This is the list of your previous incarnations. Read it carefully.” Anna’s voice was warm and heartful. She hugged my shoulders. I anxiously took the paper in hand and began reading.

§ 1875 – 1918 B.C. The man of Czech nationality, who was born in Prague. Served as the troop commander. When returning to his homeland though Siberia within Czechoslovakian corps, he was executed by a firing squad by false denunciation.

§ 1799 – 1873 B.C. The minor French official, who was born in Liege. He had multiple children family, lived his life in poverty, and never became a good provider. He was the author of the saying ‘No man can be poor forever’.

§ 1740 – 1764 B.C. The man of untitled nobility, who was born in Hungary. Being an idealist, he advocated for struggling against Austrian dominance. He was killed in a fight for a woman’s honor.

§ 1664 – 1730 B.C. The woman, who was born in an unpretentious noble family in Birmingham, England. She was a childless old maid. She persistently practiced alchemistry in an effort to find the philosopher’s stone. But alas! She failed.

§ 1511-1590 B.C. The Romanian monk, who lived in a forgotten mountain monastery, located somewhere in the woods of the Carpathians. This place was not disturbed by the Turkish expansion and internecine wars. He lived a long and happy life.

§ The 13

century. The historical figure in the Rus’.

I will make a short digression here. I did not specify the years of living of this person on purpose, because I was deeply shaken by the thing I had seen. I could not bring myself to write more details about that incarnation. Could I ever know that I used to be the historical figure in the Ancient Rus’? No, never. Maybe, one day I will pull myself together and write about this incarnation.

§ 971-1021 B.C. One of the leaders of the Ancient Rus’, who raided the Byzantine Empire. He tried to settle his people in the Danube River’s delta.

§ 710-759 B.C. The Scandinavian warrior, who lived where modern Oslo now stands.

§ 641-680 B.C. The wife of a Scandinavian tribe leader, who lived on the territory of modern Norway at the White Sea shore. Her death was tragic (she fell in the linn).

§ 10 – 68 B.C. The Roman legionary, who lived on the territory of modern Spain. He retired an honorable war veteran.

While reading this list I seemed to experience those events of the past. I felt one common personal 'self', while carnal experience of my individual ‘selves’ seemed to be detached events of a past age. I felt much the same persons, who remember their spent years. I experienced mental piece and anxiety, love and hatred, pain of parting and happiness of meeting. Sceneries, people in strange clothes, ancient cities, and full-scale battles were floating before my eyes. I wasn’t just an observer. I used to take part in those events. The power of life could be seen in all things. I live, I live in centuries! I was experiencing my own triumph.

“Alex, my friend!” Anna’s voice took my mind off my thoughts. “Choose any past incarnation you want to experience again.”

“Anna, I choose this one.” I pointed on the line specifying the historical figure, who had been living in the 13

century.

“Good choice, Alex! Now, let’s go in the hall, where you can concentrate and transfer in the reality you’ve chosen.” said Yaroslav and started for the door, embedded right in the wall. That door was made of mahogany and encrusted with gold plating. We entered a small hall, which was similar to a movie hall. I saw the screen located in front of it. Comfortable armchairs were located in the semi-sphere. We took our seats. Anna was sitting on my left, while Yaroslav was sitting on my right. I was looking at the screen and kept telling myself “I wish I could see you in half an eye, prince!”… Suddenly, everything swam before my eyes. The movie hall has disappeared. Anna and Yaroslav have vanished as well.

“I am here,” said Anna’s voice, and she tightened my hand. After a while, I saw a little caravan of nomad tents, surrounded by horse riders wearing spiked helmets. Their dark outlines loomed through the night. Some of them were carrying torches, which were lighting up their snowy path. The path was a frozen narrow river, followed by flat open woods. Bluish but still darkened sky was shining with dull stars, while lunar light was shimmering with silver. It was very cold. The night began to grey.

“Now, be your eyes!” said Anna’s voice.

Suddenly, I saw a depressingly familiar man near to one of the nomad tents. I instantly recognized myself. The man had thick but tiny black beard, seasoned with grey. His long dark wavy hair flowed over his shoulders. The man’s face was very pale, and his eyes were half-closed. A bearskin enwrapped him. Under the bearskin I could see the metallic gleaming of his chain mail. It was immediately obvious he was dying. I knew that I used to be that man. I was hit by heavy aches and feverish chest pain. My head was full of desperate thoughts. “When on earth this path is going to be over? It is already the principality of Vladimir[7 - Ine of the major principalities that succeeded Kievan Rus' in the late 12

century, centered in Vladimir-on-Klyazma.], but no end in sight. Will I meet my intended, my sons and daughters? I feel violent pain in heart. Have they really poisoned me? Or have I just reached my old age? No, I won’t see them, no chance! What will happen next? They will impoverish Rus’. These dukes with their envy and greed are the ones to blame. Our lands are vast, there is enough for everybody. Why do people kill each other? Why don’ they want live in peace? Even animal’s life is better. The earth is eternal. The stars are eternal. What is in store for us beyond the veil? Lord thy God, you are eternal! Will you withstand it, Rus’? Our ancestors were wiser than we are. What would Yaroslav the Wise do if he was in my position? I have been sensing danger through all my life; and I always kept my eyes open. My heart and soul are so exhausted. Forgive me, Father. Forgive me, Rus’. Forgive me, wife and children. I go away…”

“Dmitry, give me your hand!”

“I am here, prince! Here is my hand!” I grasped the horse rider’s giant hand. “I am leaving, Dmitry. The Lord God saw fit to embrace me. Fare thee well. And send the word to…” I left a phrase dangling and dropped down dead.

“Wait!” screamed Dmitry with terrified voice. Horse riders stopped. Suddenly, my acute pain passed off. I was rushed by love and warmth again.

“Get away, Alex, get away!” Anna was calling me. In the next moment I was back to the movie hall.

“What did it feel like?” Yaroslav asked me. I was sitting in silence for a long time. Then I whispered, “Why? Why did I experience the most tragic moment of this man’s life? Why couldn’t I see his happier moments?”

“Dear Alex,” said Yaroslav. “The point is that you feared this past experience from the very beginning. You tortured yourself with the desire to cast a glance at this man. You’ve just got your way. Everyone in this world gets the wishes. That’s it. Now you may instinctively experience your past lives if you wish. But note that you will not be able to clearly distinguish the events and eras. Everything will be fine, Alex. You just need to gain more experience. You will learn it in the good time, but now you need to use the library. If you analyze the list of your past incarnations, you may unwillingly think that almost every of your past lives were relatively unified, especially at the first stage of your spiritual evolution. However, it is far from truth. During each incarnation, a human being learns certain lessons, which improve its knowledge and update its spiritual evolution. If you used to be a prince in one of your incarnations, you will not necessarily reincarnate the same noble and well-to-do person. If this was true, personalities would all degrade. Even the souls themselves would not agree with this evolutional path. In the end, souls give their consent for next available reincarnations. However, the majority of people on Earth do not understand this approach. They think historical figures cannot simply reincarnate as ordinary people. All kings, presidents, top scientists, writers, painters, and other great figures were ordinary people in their past carnations, and they will be ordinary people in their future ones. Otherwise, spiritual evolution of every one would stop. Mortal life of a historical figure will surely leave a mark on the entire spiritual evolution of a being in future. This is very admirable, but extremely difficult. Next generations will remember you, and you will keep existence through the centuries, together with your country and your people. This is why your soul and your personal 'self' set heart on Russia, even though your next incarnations appeared in other countries. Alex, you should have already noticed, that almost all of your next incarnations had referred to civilized European countries. The purpose of these incarnations is to make you familiar with European culture, history, and way of life. You enjoyed such countries as Czech lands and Hungary. You feel slight nostalgia, when you remember such cities like Prague, but your heart is forever given to Russia. When you lived your lives on Earth, you always longed for mysterious Russia, the former Rus’. Your soul was fighting strange stress for this country. Look, you’ve reincarnated in Russia again. Your life on Earth was very interesting: you have rich experience of juridical and legal activities. The most important thing is that it has pushed your creativity. Alex, your spiritual evolution in this incarnation is almost perfect. Metaphorically speaking, Russia itself protects you from the ills of life; meanwhile you support your desire for knowledge and wisdom. This book is going to be your reward.”

“Alex, my friend!” said Anna smilingly. “Glad you could meet Yaroslav the Wise. You used to treat him as your master in your past life. He was your example to follow at that difficult time of Rus’ history. Yaroslav is proud of you and calls you his son. He was your guardian angel and supported you in those rugged times.”

I was looking at the greatest knight of the Ancient Rus’, who was also the unifier, religious figure, and nationhood founding father. I didn’t believe my eyes. Yaroslav’s clear and keen glance made me feel warmth and coziness. His figure radiated inner power, credibility, and wisdom.