Prokhor Ozornin - On the Wings of Hope - Prose

- That’s why Your arrival was …, - the sudden guess enlightened Ivan’s heart.

- Yes, - the Voice answered. – For this reason. I desire to see ones searching and coming to Me in their free will. They are capable of the true Evolution.

- So all these people in temples and mosques, calling themselves believers and at the same time remaining the same from the very birth …

- They can continue to believe in their illusions, if such is their wish. For some time.

- And what of Your Son ? He was speaking of You and Your return in the due time …

- He is together with Me as well. My second Son, - answered the Voice. – You dared to offense Him too much in the last time. This will not repeat any more.

- Oh, how wonderful it is that You are together with us ! – a sudden shout of joy escaped Ivan’s breast.

- The looking one will find. The going one will come. Accept the hope – and give it to others ! My time is coming ! – the invisible Voice filled entire enormous brightly shining room, and travelled, apparently, into the very core of human Soul.

- Yes, oh my Maker ! I will tell them of You ! I thank You !

The shining stream of light captured and shrouded Ivan. It, this Light of God, was coming, apparently, from everywhere – was shining from inside and outside. The sparkling stream shrouded him in a flash of time – and …

“Savior ! Only with us ! Only for you !”, - Ivan confusedly read red shining letters on a sign of some striptease club.

The gate was no more. The chance was accepted. Another world greedy stretched own hands towards him once again.

- Yes, oh Maker, I will tell all these sleeping ones of Your time, - Ivan decided. – Right now there is nothing more important than that.

18.09.2012

We are no longer the ones we used to be. Our past burned in the flame of self-rebirth, leaving the place for the Now, which has become a bridge to the Future.

Our path lies in the Eternity, and only we ourselves can pass it.

We all feel the breath of Universe inside us, and our hearts beat in rhytm with Hers.

We are both old and young - for each of us is like innocent child in spirit.

We foresee, not knowing for sure. We rejoice at the beginning of a new deed and feel sadness finishing what has been started. We love to transform believe into the trust. For without trust there can be no love.

We accept this world as we managed to make it. And it will never be in our right to blame someone other for human mistakes.

You may call us as you desire, for your mere words are unable to alter the essence.

No more we have names, yet each of us has kept his essensial "I".

We enter the battle in time and we know not fear.

Curses and blasphemes of the Sleepers are the stones that only strenghten our arms, holding the shield.

Wrath and hatred of theirs is the smoking fire. Yet the tears of the heaven will once extinguish it.

We live, fighting, yet the battle is not our final goal. For it is transient.

We are so different, but in this battle each of us is a warrior. And each holds his unique weapon.

Weapon of yours is able to destroy you whole, yet weapon of ours is greater.

It changes minds. It alters hearts. It transforms ones struck by it forever.

For this weapon is a weapon of spirit. Nothing in the world is comparable with it.

Our enemy is strong, for he is bodyless. That is why we are given this weapon.

We fight desperately for we know no death. The one given the Blade Of Spirit has already died before.

We knew not the timing, but were intended. We knew not ourselves, but were called for. The time will come - we'll be recognized. For great the battle is.

Rejected ones will join our ranks. Enlightened ones will join our ranks. The Newborn ones will join our ranks. For great the battle is.

The heavens cries at humankind's blindness, for even they have feelings. Yet there is always a dawn coming to replace the night.

The time is rushing forward desperately, changing the world in a single vortex. And we are at the forefront of it.

Always we are with you, for we do love this world.

So say We - warriors of the New Age.

13.08.2010

- Mister Coordinator, when the Sleeper will awake at the long last ?

- Do you ask about that me, Admiral ? As I have suspected, it’s better for you to know.

- The free will, mister Coordinator, the free will … Perhaps, we have committed an error, after all ?

- I will remind you that it was our joint project. There are no mistakes, only statistical errors and percentage probability.

- And now you are speaking mathematician’s tongue.

- And what else should we do right now ? We can only observe.

- Observe his agony ? He is dying directly before our eyes, dying painfully and unstoppable.

- So he has chosen. The Majority-s, you know, sometimes outweighs.

- And what about the Awakened ?

- He’s still a baby. He has yet to grow up.

- Beautiful little one, isn’t he ?

- Certainly.

- I am so glad about him.

- So do I.

- Tell please, what forms of curing medicine have been applied to the Sleeping one up to today ?

- Initially – numerous enzymes of prophetical nature, sort of. Two thousands of parsecs ago the strongest possible antibiotic has been injected.

- Which has been successfully removed by organism in the first vomit reflex.

- Approximately so. I tell you – he’s almost hopeless.

- And what about methods of shock therapy ?

- Yet to be applied. Already soon.

- Have been the patient informed in advance ?

- Two thousand of parsecs ago, when disease signs were already on his face.

- They are already on the face ?

- Now it’s terrible even to look at him. I will not advise you doing so.

- And what about the newest local antibiotics of unique type ? I mean these, you know, returnees from non-existence.

- A part of them has been already injected, some have not been made yet.

- Do you believe that will help ?

- Such probability too cannot be neglected.

- Will they be injected simultaneously with the beginning of shock therapy ?

- Shortly before that.

- And then ?

- It’s for him to decide.

- Do you think he is still capable ?

- I hope so.

- Well, and how does Awakened one fare ?

- He has already learnt to read thoughts and gained the vision of the future. I believe he’ll grow into a nice one.

- I am too very happy with him. Even though he is a blood brother of the Sleeper.

- By the way, you have given me an excellent idea. As soon as this little one will grow up and be ready to read souls, it will be possible to send him to help, so to say, his elder brother to, so to say, move him away from the unjust path. Certainly, we will protect the Awakened one in all ways accessible to us. Minority, well, you know, is counting on our support.

- Perhaps we should delay a little the begging on this shock therapy ? Wait, until little one will grow up a bit ? This Awakened has already expressed desire to help the brother, as far as I know.

- I will consider your option, mister Admiral. I will consider it …

10.10.2010

With a love for God

The newborn God was cheerfully walking on city streets, which name He didn’t remember for now. And what is the reason for a Maker to remember human names? Unless only for people.

The sun was joyfully shining Him and its beams were playing in puddles which have remained from a recently came rain. He loved such a weather greatly – and playful Angels of Elements with both awe and joy in hearts satisfied this His request.