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Чтение книги "A journey through Time" (страница 1)

   Lyubov Talimonova
   A Journey Through Time
   Translated from the Russian original by David Parfitt

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   Everything has a beginning and an end, summer arrives to take the place of winter, the Sun rises and sets. Civilizations and peoples arise and perish. Time… Everything is subject to it. It is present at the dawn of civilizations, but it also swallows them up. Everything slips away into Time. It records in the memory of the Universe every event that occurs on Earth or in the Heavens.

   Who is responsible for this universal chronicle and where can it be found? In the boundless sky among the shining stars lies the Land of Time – Watil. The people of this land record the entire history of the Cosmos and the Earth in their great books.
   Watil is a beautiful land with hills of different colours, numerous rivers and lakes, bright flowers and singing birds. The people of this land, who are known as the Keepers of Time, are kind, tall and proud. Some of them record in their great books the story of the origins of civilizations, states and various events. Others write the story of the end of peoples and nations.
   In the sunny valley of Watil live two Keepers of Time: Luili, the keeper of the beginning, and Ruar, the keeper of the end. They decided to write the history of a certain city-state, Beorgia, which once existed on Earth high up in the mountains and not far from the sea. The city was beautiful and a pleasant place to live. On the hills the people of Beorgia had built the White Pyramids, and their cave temples were known for the beauty of their carvings, paintings and fountains. But that is all that was known about Beorgia.
   “Ruar, it is terrible, we know almost nothing about this city. How can we write its history? And I am sure it must be a very interesting history!”
   “Let us think, Luili. You remember Uratamorika? Around every planet there exists an invisible world, a Land of Memory. In this world, just like in the cinema, all events that have taken place anywhere on the planet itself are reflected. In the memory of Uratamorika are all the reflections of the ancient cities and states on Earth. There is nothing for it but to go to Uratamorika, the Land of Memory. There we shall see ancient Beogria, its inhabitants and everything that happened to them. And afterwards we shall record everything in a great book.”
   “You are right, Ruar. We shall head for Uratamorika first thing tomorrow morning!”
* * *
   “Ruar, it feels so strange to walk on an invisible staircase. We walk on the steps but cannot see them, and it is as if we are walking through the air!”
   “Yes, it is an invisible white staircase that connects the Land of Time with the Land of Memory. Look below, it seems we have arrived. There is the sea and the mountains, and high up in the mountains is the lost city with the white pyramids. It has to be Beogria!”
   “What do you think, Ruar, where should we head for first?”
   “Usually an inspection starts from the centre of the city. Let us go higher and see where the main square of Beogria is. We shall start there.” “Good idea.”
* * *
   “And here is the main square, Luili. On one side it looks straight out over the sea and on the other it is encircled by mountains.”
   “And in the mountains I can see the famous cave temples.”
   “Let us start with the first temple on the right, and then go through all the other halls. We shall see how the Beogrians lived.”
   “Shall we go down now?”
   “Yes.”
* * *
   “Ruar, how beautiful it is here!”
   “Beautiful and extraordinarily quiet. It seems as if eternity itself has settled in this hall.”
   “How wonderful – some guests have arrived to visit me. No-one has been here for a thousand of years and I have not spoken to anyone. Who are you?”
   “We are the Keepers of Time from the land of Watil.”
   “And I am the Sphinx of Time, Eo.”
   “We are very pleased to meet you, Eo, but we did not realise that sphinxes could talk – we thought they were just statues made out of stone.”
   “Well it is all to do with the people who built the sphinxes. They loved their work and put part of their energy, the Spirit, into each sphinx. And sphinxes with a Spirit are no longer just stones, but living sphinxes that are able to talk. And not just talk… Anyway, you will see everything for yourselves when you pass through the halls of the cave temples.”
   “Eo, could you not tell us what the Beogrians thought about Time and why they made you – the Sphinx of Time?”
   “Of course I will tell you all about myself and about Time, but first let me tell you about the inhabitants of Beogria themselves. They were tall, red-haired people with green eyes. They had a detailed knowledge of astronomy and geometry, physics and medicine. They wrote wonderful poems and music. Their thoughts were kind and flew high up into the sky, their senses were heightened, their clear Spirits rose swiftly beyond the clouds. The Beogrians placed harmony in the world above everything else and lived according to the laws of Truth, Kindness and Beauty. They believed in infinity and worshipped Time.
   “The people viewed Time as divided into three parts: Past, Present and Future. The Past they accepted as absolute truth and respected it. The Future they considered to be moving forward towards something better. And the Present they saw as just a bridge from the Past to the Future. The Beogrians represented Time as a huge invisible river flowing from the Past, washing over all objects in the Present and carrying them into the Future, and so into Eternity and Infinity.


   “The ancient people built me, the Sphinx of Time, as a symbol of the Past, Present and Future, as a symbol of Eternity. That is my whole history. But I completely forgot to mention that in Beogria the dark blue sapphire was considered the stone of Eternity. Here, at the bottom of this stream, lie sapphire spheres; take one for yourselves as a souvenir.”
   “Thank you, kind Sphinx, for the story and the gift.”
   “Soon it will be evening. I advise you to go down to the Fire Temple and watch the setting of the Sun from there. When the Sun bows down to the horizon, the last rays fall directly on the Fire Temple and colour its walls with a red and golden light. It is beautiful. The ancient inhabitants of Beogria would gather in the Fire Temple every evening and watch the sunset.
   “There you will see many figures and spheres made from jasper. The Beogrians believed that with the coming of night the forces of darkness were awakened, and these would frighten people by sending them bad dreams. The jasper stored up all the sunlight it had gathered during the day, and so at night it kept away the darkness and protected the inhabitants of Beogria from bad dreams.
   “Take something made of jasper for yourselves as a present. I know that the Beogrians always gave their guests many presents.”
   “Thank you, Eo. We will head to the Fire Temple right away. The Sun is already setting and we would not want to miss such a beautiful sight.”
   “Have a good journey!”
* * *
   “The Fire Temple not only looks beautiful in the rays of the setting Sun. At dawn, in the morning haze, it looks just like a fairytale castle.”
   “And it is wonderful here at night too. From the Temple one can see how the Moon rises and how its light is reflected in the sea. And what a view of the sky, Luili! What a beautiful Milky Way! It seems as if the stars are hanging so close that you could reach out and touch the brightest of them.”
   “Ruar, I would like to see another temple in the first rays of the rising Sun. The next temple may be even more beautiful than the Fire Temple.”
   “Then let us go and see. Quickly, Luili, or the Sun will already have risen above the sea.”
* * *
   “There is no-one here, Ruar, but I hear music. Can you hear it too?”
   “Yes, I can. Beautiful music.”


   “Where is it coming from?”
   “Look out the window, Luili. The Morning Wind is flying over the mountains and playing his horn. And by the window I can see some kind of instrument, which looks rather like a harp. The wind is moving the strings and producing soft music.”
   “I would be interested to know where we are. What is the name of this temple? Is it the Temple of the Morning Wind?”
   “Either the Temple of the Morning Wind or the Temple of Music. Since the ancient Beogrians left a musical instrument in this hall, they must have loved and valued music very much.”
   “Do you think they knew about the music of the Spirit”
   “Yes, Luili, of course they knew. They built the temple in its honour. This music is born in the boundless Universe among the bright stars, it passes through time and space, and reaches people through their Spirit. Joy settles in their hearts, they want to sing and enjoy themselves. The Beogrians understood that such music is the best medicine for broken hearts and a restless Spirit. The Beogrians understood and loved music.”
   “Perhaps in the mornings people would gather in this temple, sit by the window and listen to the music of the Spirit. Sometimes they would play on the great harp. The Morning Wind would accompany them on his horn. And from the window would pour the sounds of beautiful music, like iridescent pearls in the first rays of dawn.”
   “Luili, you know how to play the harp, and real music has not been heard in the Temple of Music for a thousand years. Play the ‘Melody of Peace and Stillness’ and the temple will be brought back to life.”
   “With pleasure. The Morning Wind will accompany me on his horn, and everything will be as it was in the days of old.”
* * *
   “The Sun has risen high over the sea. You know, Ruar, I would like to take one more look at the Temple of Fire, but from the outside this time.”
   “Good idea. I will wait for you here, play a little on the harp and listen to the music of the Wind.”
   “I will not be long.”
* * *
   “Oh, a new sphinx! Good morning. My name is Luili, I am a Keeper of Time from the land of Watil.”
   “Good morning, Luili! My name is Imaral. I am the Sphinx of the Moon, Light and Medicine.”


   “All of these things? How is it possible to combine Light, the Moon and Medicine?”
   “Oh, the ancient people combined these ideas very easily. If you like I can tell you about it.”
   “I would like that very much.”
   “So, I will start with Light. With the setting of the Sun comes night. At this time, evil and darkness would like to leave the remote valleys where they dwell, steal into people’s houses and send them bad dreams. But in the sky the Moon appears, and its soft light spreads over the mountains and valleys, and the evil and darkness decide to stay hidden.
   “The Beogrians loved the mysterious light of the Moon. In this light the Fire Temple seemed as if it were made of gold. During a full Moon people would very often come to look at the fabulous temple.
   “The inhabitants of Beogria, and especially its doctors, had a deep knowledge of the phases of the Moon and its influence on all living things. During a new Moon, for example, all plants have a great deal of energy and can give this energy to people, whereas during a full Moon both plants and people absorb the energy of the Cosmos. The Beogrians knew this and sowed their plants only during a new Moon. Doctors would also treat their patients in earnest during a new Moon, but during a full Moon such treatment was considered useless.
   “So you see, Luili, how easily the Moon was combined with Medicine in ancient times.”
   “Indeed… But even in our Land of Time all the flowers bloom during a new Moon.
   “Imaral, you are the Sphinx of Light, the Moon and Medicine, but why do you have horns?”
   “Remember the Moon, Luili. The new Moon looks very similar to the horns of an animal. Besides, the ancient Beogrians knew the path of the Moon’s motion across the heavens. Over the course of a month it traced out the shape of a pair of horns in the sky. And so my horns are a symbol of the Moon and its motion across the heavens.”
   “And I would also like to ask you what these green spheres are that lie near the temple.”
   “They are emerald spheres. In Beogria, emerald was believed to be the stone of the Moon and Medicine. If you take one in your hands and concentrate it is possible to see what is making a person ill. In fact, you can try to see anything you wish.”
   “I cannot see any illnesses, but I can see Ruar; it seems that he has grown tired of playing on the great harp and is waiting for me.”
   “There are many beautiful and interesting things that you must see in Beogria. Take an emerald sphere as a souvenir, and when you return to Watil you will look at it and remember Beogria and me, Imaral, the Sphinx of Light, the Moon and Medicine.”
   “Thank you, Imaral, for the story and the gift. I will certainly remember you.”
   “Farewell! Have a good journey!”


* * *
   “You are still here, Ruar? Have you been waiting for me?”
   “Yes I have, Luili.”
   “You have not been too bored?”
   “Not at all. First I played on the great harp, and then I talked a little with the Morning Wind.”
   “Wonderful, but is it not time for us to move on?”
   “It is long overdue. Listen, Luili, I can hear something dripping nearby as if it is raining. But I can see that it is not raining outside.”
   “That means something must be dripping in the next hall.”
   “That is what I thought too, and I would like to find out as soon as we can what it is. Let us hurry and see!”
* * *
   “What a big flower, Ruar. I have never seen one like this before, even in our Land of Time.”
   “Yes, it reaches from the floor to the ceiling. And water is flowing down over its leaves and dripping into a pool. This is the rain that we could hear.”
   “I am interested to know what kind of flower it is, and what kind of temple we are in.”
   “There seems to be no-one here.”
   “Miaow! I have guests – the Keepers of Time. How nice of you to visit me.”
   “Who are you? We cannot see you.”
   “I am the Sacred Cat, and I am here, on the wall.”
   “Oh! We are already used to living sphinxes, but a living wall carving…”
   “The Beogrians made me with as much love and inspiration as the sphinxes. The spirit of the ancient builders is expressed in me, and so I am a living image.
   “You would probably like to know the purpose of this temple and its flower that I protect?”
   “If it is not too much trouble, dear Sacred Cat, then please tell us about it.”
   “With pleasure. You have found the Temple of Learning. This was one of the most important and revered temples in ancient Beogria. The Beogrians worshipped Learning, but not simply learning in the form of dry scientific facts. The people worshipped good and wise Learning. They understood that such knowledge as how to split the atom means nothing whatsoever if one does not know how to use it wisely. And to use it wisely means to direct it towards good.


   “The flower in the middle of the temple is the Flower of Wisdom. Do you see how it grows straight out of the pool? From space the Earth appears blue, and so the pool, or water, is the symbol of our Earth. The leaves of the flower reach up as far as the ceiling of the temple. The ceiling symbolizes the dome of the sky, the Universe with many different worlds. The Flower of Wisdom shows that there are invisible links between the Earth and the Cosmos. And only wise relations between the people on Earth and all the worlds in the Universe can make the invisible links exceptionally stable.
   “Now I expect you would like to know how the Cat is related to wisdom and learning?”
   “How did you guess?”
   “Well, I am the Cat of Wisdom because I know everything and can guess everything.
   “The inhabitants of Beogria believed the Cat to be the most thoughtful, wary and wise animal in the world. The Cat was a sacred animal in Beogria, and so they called it the Sacred Cat of Wisdom.”
   “Look what I have found! There are some red stones lying in the pool. How beautiful!”
   “They are red rubies. The Beogrians considered the ruby to be the Stone of Learning. It sent wise thoughts to the person that carried it.
   “Take the red spheres for yourselves. The people of Beogria always gave their guests rubies, so that the guests would be good and wise people and would come to Beogria more often.”
   “Dear Sacred Cat, we shall take the ruby spheres, become wise and visit you often in the Temple of Learning.”
   “A worthy speech. I am very pleased to have had the chance to talk to you. But now you must continue on your journey in search of new experiences.”
   “Thank you, Cat of Wisdom. Until we meet again!”
* * *
   “Look, here there are two temples side by side. Which one should we go into?”
   “The one on the right!”
   “Why?”
   “This morning I talked to the Wind. He invited me to visit and told me how to find his temple. The temple on the right is the Temple of the Wind.”
   “But in the other hall I can hear the sound of water and would like to see where it is coming from.”
   “Luili, I have an idea: you go into the temple on the left and I will go into the Temple of the Wind. Afterwards we shall meet and tell each other what we have seen.”
   “Agreed.”
   “See you later!”
* * *
   “How beautiful it is in here, and so light and warm. This is the most wonderful hall that I have ever seen. Oh…what is this?”
   “This is the Temple of Life, through which the River of Life flows, and I am the Spirit of Life or the Keeper of Life, whichever you prefer. My name is Aruya.”
   “Aruya…What a beautiful name. And I am Luili, Keeper of the Beginning of Time.”
   “I know. The Sphinxes have already told me about you. You are travelling through the Land of Memory to find out about the life of the Beogrians and their view of the world.”
   “Yes, that is correct.”
   “Then I shall tell you what the Beogrians thought about Life.”
   “Excellent!”
   “I should first mention that the life of this ancient people was associated with infinity, that is immortality. Why did they think in such a way? Because life unfolds according to a circular law. But what is a circular law? Now I shall explain. We take a ring or a circle and fix a particular point on it. Let this be the beginning of Life. So, Time or Life flows from a beginning, passes around in a circle and finds itself at an end. But any end point on a circle is just another beginning. From this law it follows that when Life ends it begins all over again.”
   “The Beogrians were great philosophers!”
   “Yes, they developed the philosophy of Life. The inhabitants of Beogria in their own way understood the aims and principles of Life, as well as Life itself.”
   “Tell me about this, Aruya!”
   “Very well, first I shall talk about Life. The Beogrians tried to live happily. They believed that there are so many wonderful and interesting things in the world that the years of one’s life should not be wasted in sadness or hatred. They believed that one should live properly and achieve something in life, and that it is only possible to achieve success when your life is happy. Inspiration comes to people who are happy. And so the Beogrians lived and worked with a cheerful Spirit and the Sun always shone over their country.
   “Now I want to tell you, Luili, what the ancients thought was the reason for Life. However strange it may seem, the inhabitants of Beogria believed that one reason for Life is Life itself. You see, without it the Universe would be empty, cold and of no use to anyone. The people believed that another reason for Life is the Mind, since without it, Life and the Universe itself would be impossible.
   “And there is more to tell about the aims of life. Are you interested, Luili?”
   “I am so interested that I am left speechless!”
   “The Beogrians’ thoughts about the aims of life were also unusual. In the present day, these aims have been completely forgotten on Earth. You see, for the Beogrians the aim of Life was Life itself. They believed that Life was given to person as a gift and that he or she should be happy with this gift. What is more, Life is a precious gift, and as with anything precious, it should be protected and used intelligently. Life should not be regarded as something trivial; one should remember that the second aim of Life is posterity. And in order to achieve this second aim, it is necessary to live one’s earthly Life properly. But to live Life properly, it is necessary to always remember the aims of Life.”
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