Vivien and I were gazing at our own bodies in the burial capsules, while at the same time every true moment of all our lives on Earth was being displayed in the space under the dome of the huge hall, flaring and fading out like sparks of a fire, becoming an integral part of the Annals. There were quite a few different beings in the hall for the ceremony — some of them just observing what was going on, while others were directly involved in the process of our energy fusion with Vivienne. She and I were on opposite sides of a balustrade richly decorated with vibrant flowers and large lala crystals[2] connected by a double arcade of pink and silver veined marble columns leading to the Sacred Lake. And there, hovering over the Lake, in the clear bright distance shone and sparkled the multifaceted outline of Meru[3].

I felt the flow of familiar, but hitherto inaccessible sensations and images pouring back into my structures, gently awakening the power that had been deactivated over the long summer, and passing the baton of progress without ceasing. At that moment, on the opposite side of the balustrade, a silvery ringing sound echoed through every distant corner, and, rising, it covered the entire hall with a measured hum, announcing that Vivien had first entered the Flow of Confluence, giving me the opportunity to experience the majesty of the threshold of enchantment.

Without taking my eyes off Vivien's dazzling sparkling structures, gradually merging with mine, I felt awe from what I saw: as if in a slow dance, two multi-level and multidimensional structures, similar to stars, interacted with each other, and from this they qualitatively changed, becoming something like an enchanting fire vortex.

A lingering excitement and vague anticipation of something unknown gradually and more penetrating enveloped me in its powerful waves until it completely overwhelmed me - my consciousness - found itself under the very dome where the images of all my and Vivien's incarnations flashed. I was one of those bright sparks, and somewhere among them, indistinguishable to the human eye, was Vivien!

And so, the process of merging entered its most intense phase, our consciousnesses crossed and spread across the timeline, and then merged, reuniting again into an indivisible Whole, as it was before we came to this crazy world. Vivien and I, being one, were allowed to split up and scatter our multidimensional image according to time milestones, in order to fit ourselves into the centuries measured for people. We came here to return the stolen Light to the Earth… __________________________________________

The Wizard's Tele-Ga[5] hovered in midair, and he hurried toward me along the embankment, deftly gliding onto the snow-covered sidewalk, remaining as invisible to the public as his vehicle, hovering three meters above the ground. His black, silk-lined cloak waved in the wind, though there was no wind at all. Snow-clouds covered the sky, through which some sunlight broke through, and the sound of human footsteps upon the sidewalk faded as if absorbed by these gathering clouds of snow. We exchanged friendly greetings and headed toward the ornate mansion close to the end of the street. There, for lunch at La Patrie, we had a good group of old acquaintances and good old friends who had been with us through the centuries of Darkness. Today Marcel had made a compote of real Vologda cranberries and raspberries, and made manty with pumpkin, so we had to hurry if we wanted to make it to the table.

On the way, I absent-mindedly looked at the people walking: There was a young couple in a red sled scuffling, attracting the attention of others, and a trio of skaters passing by, holding hands and talking merrily, and a young man on his knee helping his girlfriend to adjust her skates; and over there... but I didn't have time to consider anything more because my companion suddenly grabbed me tightly by the scruff of the neck with one hand, and with the other opened my lips, grabbed and abruptly pulled out of my throat some incredibly bulky structure, similar to a double-sided corrugated saw made of well-crafted metal links. Then he abruptly pushed me aside and began pounding this "saw" with terrible force on the pavement of the embankment, while I was trying to either wake up or get rid of the obsession in some other way with my eyes bulging from what was happening. I didn't feel any pain from the procedure of pulling the iron monster out of my throat, but the fact of what happened still shocked me: The Wizard knew how to swing the pendulum of consciousness, and it was impossible to predict in advance when he would decide to swing it again, and even more so in which direction, so he most often caught me off guard.

While these thoughts were rushing through my mind, this mind-blowing structure in the strong hands of my savior intensely flashed with furious blue and white lightning with each impact on the paving stones, and at the same time emitted a terrifying screech like a rusty robot from some fantastic horror movie of the eighties of the twentieth century. But then the Wizard firmly stepped on the teeth of the saw, with a sharp movement twisted and broke the connection of the central links, and then threw the whole immobilized, but no less creepy machine on the pavement right at my feet – he loved and knew how to make gifts. I shuffled my feet, trying either to push this "Schwarzenegger" away from me, or to get up and then all the links of the iron monster were engulfed by a sheaf of bright orange sparks, and before our eyes the twisted colossus broke out and crumbled into a pile of sand, which then flashed with blue fire for the last time and evaporated as if it never happened. And the idle revelers did not notice anything. The magician stretched out his hand, helping me to stand up, and, picking me up like a feather, as if nothing had happened, said with a smile: "Well, that's it!". As always, unexpectedly for me, a zero-transition spot swayed and dimly lit up in front of us. My deliverer gently put me on the pavement, and then immediately pulled me by the hand towards the zero crossing, dragging me into a new world for me, where everything was fine, and where everything was different. I took a step after him joyfully at first, but stopped suddenly, trying to free my hand, and whispered:

— You go yourself, it's impossible for me to go there, you know that.

My companion tilted his head slightly to the side and gave me a sly look. He came close and reached out and took my neck, then slowly turned me sideways toward him and tilted me slightly, tossing my hair aside and exposing my neck. What happened next was not only unexpected, but completely unbelievable: he slowly unzipped my back and pulled my... skin off, almost like in the fairy tale of the Frog Princess. The skin, along with my hair, like a rubber carnival costume, came off easily under his careful touch, revealing my new — full of youth and strength — body. I expected anything, but — not this! "Come, or we won't make it in time!" — again my companion pulled me by the hand toward the zero-transition, shimmering intensely with violet sparks. In silent fascination I stepped over what had been a part of me just a moment ago, looked back at the usual and familiar world, as if to imprint it in my memory, and without a moment's hesitation I boldly followed the Wizard into the flickering flames of the Gate,[7] which immediately faded behind us, as if it were turned off. The wavering mist shuddered like water from a thrown stone, and melted into the bluish evening air without a trace.

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They appeared almost simultaneously: 11 Dark Magicians, each of whom alone could easily destroy this world, erase it to hell forever, but – none of them could create this world. They were not Creators. Nor were they Human. They were the Guardians of the Lords of the Worlds – those who decided the fate of our world for many millennia. And they intended to do everything possible – and impossible – in order to maintain their claim to possession of this world, as well as all those worlds over which their dark power extended. This time, as always, they came to destroy everyone and everything standing in the way of this power.

But this time it didn't happen like before, and very quickly: as soon as the necessary and sufficient conditions took place, all key positions on all continents, in all countries and organizations, were freed within a very short time from the puppets who unfairly occupied them. New people came to their places, and among them were those who had passed the children's telepathic mental school of Nicolai Levashov. Their consciousness was activated in advance after certain events that occurred on Earth, and since the future is already predetermined and unchangeable by anyone or anything, each of the activated ones was in the right place at the right time, with the necessary resources, both human and material, and most importantly – accompanying non-material!

11 dark magicians had the intention to fight for life and death, but they did not mean their own death, rather, the death of the entire population of the planet, including the planet itself. Which, however, is their whole insignificant essence.

And no matter how much they aspired to this, war on Earth was no longer destined to happen again and the Light Warriors, having defeated the dragon and in order not to become like him themselves, used other methods in restoring the way of life on the planet. Yes, violence could not be avoided due to the incredibly deep roots of Evil, which spread like metastases to all levels of existence. And the Evil was defeated. But the Light Warriors, who took upon themselves the burden of such violence, were released from punishment for the violence committed by the decision of the Coalition Council. Those who fell in the Last Battle were restored, the memory of their deed is sacred. Forever and ever.

Marina Valyaeva

January 2022

1 http://www.salvatorem.ru/?page_id=3763

2 Lal or lall, as well as lalik, is an outdated collective name for most precious stones of scarlet or red color

3 In Buddhism, the Center of all material universes

4 In order to

5 A means of transportation for long distances within the planet

6 "Pancakes with cloudberries" by M. Valyaeva

7 Zero-transition

The Threshold