Simple Truths of Life

Speaking of skepticism, sometimes I myself did not believe in the unusual stories of other people, and in some cases I even had hints of a smile on my face, but then I realized that many other people think the same thing about me when I talk about Thiaoouba. And yet I know that my story is true. So why cannot other people's experiences be true? All the hints of the smile would go away, and I became serious. Of course, I understand that there are fabrications among true stories.

During one frosty day I went for a walk. Returning from the park, I passed a bridge over the Yauza River and went into the courtyard of a corner house. A woman walked in my direction and asked me something about religion. It may well be that I had already seen her, or her comrades, before, but I always walked away when they asked me religious questions on the street. Religions are of little interest to me, given that I have knowledge. And one day I left because I was asked a question about sex and the current trend for people to often change partners. Then I could hardly calm down because I had neither a girlfriend, nor love, nor sex, and that question only opened old, not yet healed wounds.

But years have passed, and I was more relaxed about my life and what I had to experience and learn in it. Plus, I was finishing translating the book from Thiaooubians, the people who once sent Jesus Christ to Earth. So, I decided to see what I can learn for myself from this conversation.

I told her briefly about Thiaoouba and the Laws of the Universe. I also told her that I was about to finish translating the book that would be free. I gave her the title of the book.

She kept asking me for a long time about the causes of suffering and why some people do bad things and they remain unpunished, while others live honestly, but still suffer. Originally, she read that quote from her religious book on her phone; the book has already been opened on the required page.

Thiaoouba Prophecy sheds light on many things, but it does not answer all questions, since this is our lesson to seek the truth, and Thiaooubians would have made a mistake if they were giving us food on a plate. Moreover, many of the things that were mentioned in the book are mentioned in one way or another in many ancient historical documents (which are now called religious texts), the teachings of which were distorted to some extent over time. Accordingly, Thiaoouba Prophecy book helps us to separate the wheat from the chaff. The rest of the things we need to find out for ourselves – like the way I once went to look for information about the Naacal stone tablets.

I think I told her about this, and then I expressed my opinion regarding her question about justice. She refused to listen to me and read the book because it did not answer all the questions. Therefore, she decided to continue to believe in what is written in her book, the text of which was strongly distorted by evil priests several centuries after the Crucifixion Jesus… She did not care about logic and truth. Well, this is her choice. When it became clear that I had done everything I could, I said goodbye and left.

My eyes opened to the fact that many people simply would not believe Michel Desmarquet's book, and I need to be prepared for this.

In December, I finished translating the book. My mother helped me look for errors and typos. Unfortunately, she did not particularly believe in the veracity of the book, and apparently forgot how I showed her a long time ago that I had learned to move with just my thought alone light things hanging on a suspended meter-long thread.

I think you understand that I will have to check my own book for errors myself.

Soon I was punished for starting to translate the book without signing an agreement with the copyright holder, to whom Michel Desmarquet transferred the rights to all his books before his death. Of course, nothing prevented me from signing a contract in the present time, so that I would be given the right to translate Thiaoouba Prophecy and publish that translation. And we were moving in that direction, being in the process of negotiations regarding the details of the contract.

Due to my poor health, I was afraid that I might die before I publish my translation. Therefore, I asked to try to resolve all issues before the new year. The girl agreed and… a complete silence followed.

I did not know what was happening and began to worry. In order not to lose the translation, I uploaded a clean text version of it on the Internet.

After some time, I found out that the girl was hospitalized due to poisoning. Soon she got better, the contract was signed, and I uploaded the translated book for publication. The documents were accepted, and on January 23, 2020, the e-book titled “Тиауба: Золотая Планета” (Thiaoouba: The Golden Planet) was on LitRes.

Then I uploaded it to many other online bookstores.

I also ordered twenty copies of books with my own money to give them away to libraries in Moscow. This way I wanted to try to preserve Thiaooubians’ message. It took a little less than five thousand rubles.

Books came, and there were 21 of them, not 20, as I initially thought. I did not feel well, but still I went to one of the nearest libraries and gave them a copy of the book.

I was thinking that maybe I should wait with my trips to Moscow libraries until spring, because I was afraid of contracting the flu, which in theory could bring me to the grave, given my not the best health. But then I decided that I do not know the future and therefore it was better to finish the job now and live in peace afterwards.

So, I first took a tram and rode beyond Sokolniki. It was psychologically easier for me in the ground transport than in the subway. Plus, I deliberately postponed the trip to the subway for the weekend, so that there would be fewer people and, accordingly, I was less likely to get the flu.

Gaining confidence and having a successful day behind me, on the next Saturday morning I went to the area of Clean Ponds. It was a beautiful frosty day, a rarity in 2020, and I fully enjoyed the old architecture of the capital, adorned with the warm light of the morning sun.

There was a remarkable moment when it was time to come to Kolomenskoye. It was Sunday. Buses rarely drove. Finally, my bus arrived, and I rode it to my stop, but got off too early. I had to go around with the heavy bag of books around the neighborhood to find the library I needed. It turned out that I needed to drive another two stops.

After handing over the book, I went to the bus stop. The bus did not go. I was two and a half kilometers from the metro and decided to walk. It was cold and windy. I did not feel too well and I remember exactly how the thought appeared in my head that I was doing all this only because I know about the truthfulness of the book Thiaoouba Prophecy from my personal experience. If I only believed in it, I would most likely not spend the months of my life translating it, and even more so I would not spend the few money that I saved up on printing the circulation of books and subsequent difficult trips with them around the the city.

By the way, I signed and left two books in places for bookcrossing. Someone definitely took one of them. I thought of “releasing” a couple more books, but after I learned that they could be left outside in the rain, I decided to keep them in the libraries.

In the end, I only left one book for myself and sent the other to Michael Meanwell in Australia at his request. He wrote the Epilogue for the book “Thiaoouba: The Golden Planet” after the death of Michel Desmarquet.

During the book distribution, I had to ask where the library I needed was. To do this, I went up to a young pretty girl who was clearly waiting for someone. She stopped looking so pretty when I saw her yellow teeth. I could not help myself.

I understood another asymmetry of my life some time earlier, when for the most part I wanted to get acquainted only with beautiful and pretty girls, while I myself did not look the best way already. This was one of the clear reasons for some rejections.

People did not want to know me. They simply said “no” based on the appearance, not on the inner world. The same thing applied to me when I just walked past many girls who seemed not to be my type. Of course, it is natural that I approached those whom I would find attractive externally, but I decided to try to expand the circle of girls with whom I tried to talk.

If I could see Auras constantly, then everything would be simpler. And if all other people could see and read Auras, then in general people would have much less problems, and some girls would not shy away from me. Especially in our time, the ability to see and read Auras would help girls to immediately understand if a person meets them for the sake of sex and deceives them, or if he wants serious human relationships.

And there I was, thinking about that girl. Does she even know that she has yellow teeth? If I was meeting her, I could try to somehow tell her about the problem that could become even more serious with time. And if she whitened her teeth, then hear appearance would stop seem repulsive to me.

People can change. I am a proof of this for myself: both positively and negatively. Once again, I saw that you need to look for that person who is suitable by spiritual knowledge, and not to look for that person only by physical criteria.

I noted that it is very difficult to find ideal people on the planet of the first category. In fact, they simply are not here, since ideal people live on planets of the ninth category.

Therefore, one must learn to live with the shortcomings of others. But this does not mean that you need to ignore the flaws that can be corrected in a reasonable way.

We live in the present and we need to think about a person the way he is in reality, in the present moment, and not the way he was years ago. If a person has changed, then there is no reason for his old actions and appearance to influence the way we see that person here and now. We, in fact, become spiritual people, unknowingly making mistakes, and then learning a lesson from the consequences of our decisions.

But sometimes, in order for a person to change, you need to try to teach him another way of life, and not “bail” on him as soon as you see something negative in him – well, or what you consider negative, but in fact it can be completely opposite. Sometimes people cannot see their problems and think that they are not doing anything wrong.

In part, this influenced my decision that I would come to get acquainted with smokers, those sitting on the phone, etc. If they agree to get acquainted and want to change for the better – excellent, but if not, then perhaps I just should continue my search for a girlfriend.

Since it is better to be with the person with whom you have love and spiritual affinity for the reasons described in Michel Desmarquet’s book Thiaoouba Prophecy, it is better for people without a couple – both females and males – not to reject those who ask them for permission to become acquainted. Many people have different spiritual knowledge, and rejecting a person you can reject someone who would ideally suit you had you decided to get to know the person before saying “no” to him. Moreover, acquaintance means a simple learning of details about each other, it does not mean that people immediately become a couple or get married in a week. In the case of a spiritual difference, both of you can simply learn something new and just have a good time in the conversation.

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The time of distributing the books to libraries in different parts of Russia’s capital diversified my life so much that it felt like time began to go very slowly. I really thought that at least a month had already passed since I began to give away the books to libraries, but when I looked at the calendar, it turned out that only two weeks had passed!

The same thing happened with the perception of time when at 28 years I decided to get acquainted with the red-haired girl and then began to engage in leveling myself up, and not a character in a video game. I cannot believe that only 3 years have passed since then! It feels like these three years are equal to at least 8 that I basically spent sitting at home by the computer…

I thought that in the warm period of the year, which was already visible on the horizon, I should go more for a walk to different parts of Moscow, so that time would not fly so fast. I, just like everyone else, did not know the future…

After some time, I found out that one of the bookstores, where my translation of the book was published, made it possible to print the circulation of books and send them to the Russian Book Chamber, which would then send each copy to different libraries in the country. In the list I found only a couple of libraries that I already gave the books to myself. I decided that I would spend some more money to give the book more chances to be preserved.

After paying six and a half thousand rubles, I was waiting for the circulation to be sent. One book was supposed to come to me.

Everything was just fine with the electronic edition of the Russian official translation of Thiaoouba Prophecy, as the free electronic version of the book was uploaded to all major online stores. The same could not be said about the printed book.

I decided to give the printed book the last chance and went to the Biblio-Globus near Lubyanka. Looking through book publishers, I found a little less than twenty more publishers that I had not seen before in other bookstores.

Arriving home, I sent a request for publication to all those publishers. In the message I wrote that the electronic version of the book was published for free of charge.

Soon I received one message in which someone asked me why they need all this torment, if the book is already in the online store? I did not know why that person spent his time typing a message that seemed pointless, given that I honestly wrote about the free e-book so that publishers knew about the risks involved…

Then a publisher wrote me; they offered publishing the book at my expense. For obvious reasons this was not an option for me.

No one else wrote me, and I thought that the period of me helping Thiaooubians came to an end.

Over the past three years, I have learned and understood a lot of things by reading various websites and forums where people sincerely and openly talked about a variety of things and problems. Their sincerity helped me very much in understanding that I was not alone in my sailing down the course of the Universe’s lessons. I began to think how I could return help to humanity.

How can I expect to find a girlfriend with similar interests if I am afraid to make efforts so that the knowledge that I have becomes available to all people?

In addition, the girls could give me a chance to get to know me better, but I understand that they think that such facial expressions mean that the person is very sick. They do not know the truth. The best thing I can do is to tell people the truth about the real state of things; that many psychological problems can go away very quickly if a person does everything necessary for this – if he learns. Perhaps then people will give more chances to others, will try to get to know them and, if necessary, will be able to try to help them, teach them the simple truths of life. In the end, we all go to the same school on this planet.

People on the Internet have helped me a lot, but I myself almost never write on forums. Firstly, because I usually like to listen, not talk. And secondly, my knowledge is closely linked to Thiaoouba and the Laws of the Universe. I understand that if I write a short answer, almost no one will understand me. And writing in each comment about my experience with Thiaooubians will take a lot of time, and some forums don’t allow too many symbols to be written anyway. Here we need a different solution…

Seeing how easy it was to publish an e-book, I had the idea of writing a book about what I learned in this life. In fact, thinking of making a video for YouTube, I recently wrote to a file everything that I learned in this life.

I thought to write a fictional story where Michel’s book would play an important role in the story of one of the characters. I did not want to write a non-fiction book about my life, because I still had psychological barriers. I was afraid to tell the truth about myself, as it was clear what many modern people would think of me. But in the course of time and reflection, I realized that it would most likely be a mistake not to write about my life experience with Thiaoouba (Thiaooubians found time in their lives to help me – the best I can do is try to help them in return) and all that I had to experience and learn in my life, since my experience can help others. In the end, what will I lose if I already have nothing and nobody? But I could remove the remaining psychological barriers from my psyche and acquire new spiritual understandings, which is very important since spiritual knowledge is never erased during our lives in the Universe. So, if I publish my book, then I will have already helped one person – myself.

My old fears about the negative consequences almost came to naught. The fact is that I know that not expressing the truth is a 100% mistake that will materialize into 100% suffering. But the telling of the truth is not a mistake if one is in the middle of the previously mentioned sinusoid when writing a book. There is no need to move to either of the two extremes, which would be mistakes in which I would either not tell important details or write too many details. Everything needs a balance.

But I really needed to write all the important details of my life that preceded my experience with Thao and Biastra, because when I wrote in my notes on social networks only about my experience with the Thiaooubians, some people were still skeptical about the small passage of my life’s story, not understanding why I had such an experience and they did not. Then I myself do not know 100% which details are important and which are not, because I can only guess about the real reasons behind the decision of Thao and Biastra to help me get out of my wild psychological state; but I think that people will still be able to learn something for themselves from my life’s experience. If we recall the sinusoid again, then a person, by and large, can: speak the truth, be mistaken in his conclusions (he thinks he is telling the truth, but his words are not true. It is worth saying that a very rare situation may arise when a person may think that he is telling a lie, but at the same time his words are true – such a change in places is inherent to the middle values), and lie; my position should be clear about the “lie”, and I will talk regarding the “be mistaken in his conclusions” part closer to the end of this chapter, where I write my opinion on knowledge and faith.

Further, if I will be born on Earth in my next life, then it is in my interests to have a better chance of finding knowledge from people from Thiaoouba as early as possible so as not to make more mistakes than necessary.

I had a thought in my head that all non-fiction e-books, information of which is important to the general public, should be free (at least my books). For this reason, I decided that my e-book would be free wherever possible. In the end, my target audience would not be able to buy the book in any case – as it was established in a poll in our TPXP group – and therefore it would be a mistake to charge people money for it.

In fact, before that decision, I thought about putting a minimum price on the book, but then I realized that the reason for those thoughts was a psychological barrier, and I just wanted to protect myself that way from critics and other hostile people. Realizing this and remembering the Laws of the Universe about the reckoning of suffering for mistakes, and remembering my knowledge that we ourselves choose to take offense at the negative, I once again firmly knew that the electronic book would be free.

I thought to start writing my book about my story on February 20, 2020.

Around the night of February 19, I had a dream about a small snake that bit my hand. It was not a very strong bite. When I called my childhood Moscow friend to come and take his snake from my apartment, he refused to do it…

On February 19, I got a message from one publishing house; they asked about the availability of a translation agreement. I sent the documents. Soon a man called me and said that they want to publish the book (Тиауба: Золотая Планета). He asked me if I could drive up to their office near Nagatinskaya the next day at ten in the morning to sign the contract. I answered in the affirmative.

I was glad that my efforts had paid off, and my help was about to be completed. But it was still necessary to resolve some issues with copyright holders regarding the royalties. After exchanging e-mails, I went to cut my long hair to look decent, and then I went to the subway to print out documents.

I also needed to translate into Russian all the agreements that I had concerning the book.

So, I was busy with paperwork all day, and I did not have time to think about anything else…

It seemed interesting to me that their office was located on the Varshavskoye Highway. It was along this highway that the driver of the funeral home drove us with my mother and with the lifeless body of my father to the Bitsevskoe cemetery. Mom and I were there later too, when we went to visit dad’s grave. Therefore, I knew very well where to go and decided that I would ride tomorrow on the MCC from the already familiar Lokomotiv station towards Izmailovsky Park, where I sometimes went for my walks, and to Verkhnie Kotly, and then I would walk to the office.

I was not in the best condition and tried to fall asleep without thinking about anything. But it was not easy.

I woke up early. Mom was still sleeping in bed, tossing and turning slightly.

Having quickly eaten, I took all the documents and went to the MCC Lokomotiv station.

Walking through Cherkizovsky Park, I realized that I slept badly that night, as well as the previous one. It affected my condition. Plus, a lot of thoughts were flying in my head.

So, I walked into the MCC and… asked the guards which way is to Izmaylovo. He looked at me for a second and pointed to the right… I went through the left turnstile only to suddenly realize that it leads only to the left… I went back and went upstairs on the escalator. There I asked the supervising woman to let me through, saying that I had just mistaken the entry. She checked the ticket and let me pass. I think I was already sitting on the train when I realized that I was going in the wrong direction – along the long circumference of the circle, not the short one. Here I realized what a stupid thing I did when I asked the guards for the directions – because I already perfectly knew where I needed to go! And then why did I go back from the platform and sat on a different line? My head did not think. I thought I would ride along the long circle, since I got into the train already. But then I made the calculations and realized that it would be very long; it would be profitable to take the train going in the right direction. I just drove one stop anyway.

I did just that at Bulvar Rokossovskogo station, although I had a fleeting thought that perhaps it is not worth going anywhere in such a state. But knowing how hard it was to find a publisher, I decided to go all the way no matter what.

I tried to relax and calm down in the comfortable train.

After a couple of minutes, a courier called me and said that he would deliver the parcel by two in the afternoon, if I remember correctly. The parcel was the book “Thiaoouba: The Golden Planet”. Another sixteen copies of the books were sent to the Book Chamber.

I knew that I was likely to return home at two o’clock, but just in case I decided to call my mother and tell her not to go outside. I called my mother on her mobile phone so that my name would be highlighted for her, and she knew that it was me calling. Mom did not answer my call. I thought that she was still sleeping and did not want to get out of bed. I decided that I would call again when I walk out from the subway.

In the park near the Verkhnie Kotly, I again called my mother. No one answered. I called home and waited a minute. No answer. I think that I called her mobile phone again and waited a very long time. Nothing.