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Мы очутились, очнулись в этой реальности кто как мог, поняли, в какой паутине событий оказались.

Мы общаемся. Мы слушаем, но не слышим. Мы смотрим, но не видим.

Нам кажется, что всё это лишь временно. Что будет второй шанс.

В нашем мире каждый вкладывает в одни и те же слова другой смысл, потому что каждый из нас отличен от другого.

Мы только начинаем осознавать, что? на самом деле важно, что такое цена и что такое ценность, с кем легко и без кого невозможно.

Начиная с осознания даров – тело, душа, разум, которые нам даны взаймы, напрокат для опыта, – начинаем осознавать коллективное тело, коллективную душу, коллективный разум, вспоминая прошлое, учимся вспоминать будущее.

Учителя из прошлого поколения учат ребёнка нашего поколения, которому нужен Учитель из будущего поколения.

Как нам совместить внутренние, сложносоставные состояния каждого, чтобы мы начали понимать друг друга, читая Книгу Судьбы друг друга так, чтобы эти страницы событий совмещались и давали нам возможность ощущать одно и то же, приводя нас к общему? Учимся принимать друг друга такими, какие мы есть.

Человек – это Творец, преобразователь, Путь которого постигать Тьму, чтобы, пропустив через себя, осознав, обратить ненависть в любовь, а зло – в добро, развитие и мудрость, благодаря чему Свет постоянно растёт и расширяется.

Счастье растворено во времени и оседает в простых вещах и в действительности медленно, но верно меняет наше отношение к жизни и друг к другу. Нужно научить себя замечать. Каждая мелочь имеет силу. Каждая линия, каждая точка.

Отличить Творца от простого человека очень просто: если вы не можете понять, как у него это получилось, перед вами Творец.

С виду это обычные, ничем не примечательные люди… Они слушают свой внутренний голос, Он для них главный ориентир на их Пути.

Они свободны от стереотипов и навязанных ложных ценностей.

Они работают над собой.

Они наблюдают свои мысли, действия.

В них чувствуется СИЛА…

СИЛА за пределами мысли, слов, действий.

СИЛА мудрости, СИЛА открытости, горящего сердца…

Они помогают другим развивать способности, достигать большего и открывать глаза, открывать сердца.

Они знают, что внутри каждого находятся невероятные возможности, подаренные Природой.

Есть две вещи, которые родители должны дать своим детям: корни и крылья.

Каждая жизнь – это картина. А каждая картина – это жизнь.

Родители дают холст, судьба – рамку, общество – краски, ну а рисовать необходимо нам самим.

Доброта, чуткость, понимание и прощение – это урок.

    Дмитрий Виноградов

Радость творчества – не сравнимое ни с чем чувство. Тот, кто испытал его, испытал поистине счастливое состояние. Радость творчества удесятеряет силы, излечивает болезни, наполняет жизнь смыслом! Но надо обязательно понимать, что радость творчества – это производная любви! Любить мир – это значит творить! Научиться этому – значит научиться жить по-человечески, с Божественной искрой! И этому учатся! Учатся эффективно с гарантированным результатом! С получением реального Высшего ОБРАЗОВАНИЯ! Это принципиально качественно НОВАЯ система дистантного высшего гуманитарного образования, дающего шанс, что человечество не превратит Землю в пустыню.

    Радуйте творчески,
    Борис Золотов

The Place where the Light is

I close my eyes to see better.

    Paul Gauguin

Where it’s simple, there are about a hundred angels, and where it’s tricky, there is not a single one.

    Where there is no simplicity, there is emptiness.

Venerable Ambrose of Optina Any creativity is essentially a prayer.

All creativity is directed to the ear of the Almighty.

    Joseph Brodsky

With gratitude to the Teachers!

…When you see the sunrise in the early morning, you watch in silence and the sunrise begins inside you too – this is prayer. When a bird is soaring in the sky, you are soaring in the sky and you forgot that you are apart – that is prayer. Wherever division disappears. Prayer arises. When you become one with existence, with the universal whole – that is prayer.

Prayer is the experience of resurrection, it is rebirth, it is the birth of a new vision… it is a new dimension, it is a new way of looking at things, it is a new way of life. Not something that you do; but something that you become. This state of being has nothing to do with the words that you utter in a temple, a mosque, or a church. It is a silent dialogue with existence.

This is attunement with the universal, with the whole… to come into harmony with the whole is prayer. This experience is great and limitless, and no precision is possible in it. It is indefinable; any definition is disproportionately small. Any definition conveys some part, but only a part.

Prayer as a bridge between a question and an answer, between a disciple and a master, between a seeker and a sought-after, between the closest, the closest and the most distant highest, between desire and fulfillment.

…This feeling of immeasurable gratitude and appreciation. You have the opportunity to be here in this world, in all its beauty, with all its trees and rivers, mountains and stars. In this amazing beauty you live, you pulsate with life. You didn’t deserve this opportunity. You received it as a gift. Prayer gives thanks for this gift of life. Just to breathe is such a joy! just to open your eyes – and see the green leaves! – or the chirping of birds, or the sounds of running water, or the silence of the night in its velvet darkness… Or sunset, or morning dawn… we did not deserve this! We received all this as a gift, but did not even express gratitude. OSHO

Sense is a subtle phenomenon. It is like the scent of a flower. You cannot catch it, touch it with your hands, but it exists, can you catch it or not, can you put it in the safe or not. It still exists!

How do you identify music? If you start defining it, it will be destroyed. Then there will be only an organized set of sounds, no more… A certain kind of noise, organized in such a way that it no longer seems like noise. Soothing noise. Pleasing to the ear. Is that all? Is there really nothing else in music? No, there is more to music than notes; something more than a complete collection of notes.

If we take this question further… then what is poetry? Just a bunch of words in a specific order? Not. It is something that happens when words are in a certain order – but more than a certain word order. This is not grammar, this is not language – it is something transcendental; something brought to life by words. Words give a reason for poetry to happen.

And it’s the same in music. Instruments, notes, sounds serve to bring about silence – which is music. Music is between two sounds. Poetry is between two words; everything that is alive and meaningful is between the lines… Never in the lines themselves – always between the lines; you need to learn to read in between, in gaps, in pauses.

It is the same in the presented works.

There are points
Reference points and ellipses
And something magical in between
How easy it is to put a point on paper
And how difficult it is to continue the line of life from points

An artist has to plunge into the multidimensionality and diversity of worlds in order to change himself, to help the observer of these works transform.

There are 3d pictures in which it is possible to see 3d figures, diffusing vision.

Here you have to scatter your attention, so that from between the lines”, the worlds can penetrate and change your point of view.

Enjoy your immersion in New Dimensions!

And the Creator created the Creation
and created the Creation of the Creator of the Creators
And there was darkness
And there was Light
And they became the tools of the Creator
And He took the darkness, like a pen
And filled it with Light, like paints
And He unfolded the Void, like a heavenly canvas
And He put a point of reference
And He led the Line of Life…

“I am a powerful fusion of Love and Power
I give LIGHT! I give the BLESSING!
The past is gone
The future has not yet arrived
There is only a point where the future meets the past
Time along the line of life flows from one point
Of the event to another
KON is a sacred circle, and its center is a DOT
An octave of notes, six petals, and a torus tied shell
The beginning of all beginnings
The universe is infinity
The harmony of worlds and eternity revolves around him
There was NOTHING
Met with NEVER
Became SOMETHING
IT was not yet Father or Matter
They created in the image and likeness
He became a Father
He had a Son
And the Son created in the image and likeness
And the Son became the Father
And he had a Son
Father’s Father became Grandfather
And the Son of the Son became the Grandson

Creator of creators, Father of worlds
Prayer keys no longer work
And to unlock the door of dreams
Freedom is the missing thing

And the mystery of symbols to comprehend
Sacred knowledge of the Human Kind
Our NATIVE language will reveal
Through the unity of the letter and the syllable

Fertility

The human race has multiplied
They lived in harmony with nature,
With comprehension of the subtle world structure
They followed the sacred path.
Lows of the universe, of stars and planets
The SPRING of Blessing shines
NATIVE SPIRITS looking into Reality
To the Gods from Rule Dimension to illuminate

Way

Out of NOTHING beyond infinity
and nowhere until eternity
The power of light springs from darkness
Illusions will melt, dreams will end

And there was a mistake

Creation of the world had the right to make a mistake
The world cannot be changed without it

Man, humanity – each of us – to the best of his ability, create and change the Universe, continuing his Rod.

And there was creation

The Creator and nothing else
He was everything – and nothing.

There was nothing outside of it, already due to the fact that there were no limits themselves.

SOMETHING has not yet become a creation.