Highlands. Chapter 2. The new Song.

       But before leaving for the way, let your heart be more light. Pray to Single God Whom you trust in. And not be afraid. The way is dangerous, but the Great Guarding will guard you.
       Search stores of your memory. Seek in them all that is nice and dear for you.  Let your silent joy be rising. Take there from all able to help you out of the condition of  callousness and nonchalance. Pull all this till tears, not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy begin to scintillate on your eyes, reflecting the light is seen. And this will signify that the Holy Spirit has approached to you just as He approached to the king David. It will signify that in your soul the new Song has begun to sound, the great Song, which the saved are singing. That great new Song that you can't go without. And if you go without the Song, you will can't do even a step. It will seem that you are moving, but just you will set laughing those who is above and whom you still can't understand. They will see only you are pawing the ground, but continue to be standing on the same place.
       Force you hear this Song a prayer can do. Force you to hear this Song, worldly songs can do, these consonant with your soul. Force you hear this Song the bird's voices can do, which glorify God in rivalry in a morning spring forest, when the fresh verdure has come to replace the cold and white death and reminded of the eternal life and of the impossibility of destroying the own "I".
       Know: this great Song is the sound of the strings of your soul, which about, maybe, you guessed never, and if even you felt something, but could not account it, and the Song fell silent under condemnatory glares of the people in your environment.
       However those who were singing this Song, it is not they who were guilty of your loss. Even it was not those persons who laughed at yourself actually or in your fancy. But you yourself have turned away from what is lofty and holy. Turned away from the just One What is able to make you blissful. And now, it's maybe because of the loss, you sick with the body or are getting drunk with wine. Or the others getting drunk on the bottom of the Noisome Ravine who invite you: "Come down to us! We have a remedy for depression. Let's become oblivious together!" And you go after them humbly as a horse, which is leaded by the bridle, plunging deeper and deeper, to get to know all the circles of the hell, all the labyrinths of the underworld, for you have to singe your wings for awakening and seeking a way out.
       So now go out and look for something that would make to play the strings of your soul. You will ask: "What have I to look for?" However I've cited a few examples, but there are much more of them, than I've cited. There are as many of them as people there were, as many as people there are and there will be. It is because everyone's strings of the soul are tuned up in his own way, just one and unique. And so look for it till the resonance will snap into action when the strings of your soul will quaver, when the tears of joy will flash like pure diamonds on your eyes, when the Holy Spirit will approach to you and you will hear the Song, which cannot be rended by a human language, but by different languages unknown on the Earth, languages in which everyone would can say, but their interpretation is done only for those who have risen enough high.
       And if you have heard this Song, you have made the first step, only one step, however an important one, because it is the first one.
       Now remember: no one step can you make it these high mountains, if your soul is keeping silent.

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Highlands. Chapter 1. A call of the way.

       You have taken this book in your hand. Don't ask my name, for it will tell you nothing. I'm not an angel, not a saint, but the same human as you are, who was born on the planet Earth in the most middle of the most violent and contrast twentieth century after Christ; born at sunrise when it was in the middle of the constellation of Cancer, and the Moon was being on the wane pursued the Sun, was behind it by two zodiac constellations; and the Moon was seen early in the morning, when the birds in the forests were not still waken, it was shining like the letter "C" on the morning sky.
       I invite you on a travel into a Country of the Highest Mountains, higher than the last station, where a bus can rise. However then you go on foot alone.
       There are certain laws in these mountains: one who is found lower, he can see another, who is above, not always, but even he sees him, all the same, he would not understand him.
       I believe, there is the highest Top in these mountains, it is higher than the Chomolungma is, and this faith is attracting me upwards.
       And the higher I climb, the more beauty opens up before me, and it strenghten my faith in the fact that I am on the right way.
       That's why I look with compassion at the crowd accumulated in the last stop, above which a bus cannot rise. They consider themselves to have reached the goal, and one will do all the rest instead them.
       Those, whose have reached the last stop, they believe too, that there is a Home on the highest Mountain where they are waited always, but as they haven't to go there by themselves.
       Certain of them is craving for this way, but it takes only to turn to look at the crowd - just he loses the assertiveness.
       Those who stand lower aren't able to understand those, who dare to climb higher, and call: "You are raging! There is dangerous! You have turned from the veritable way! You will fall into the Noisome Ravine! Listen us: we are right, because the number of us is large".
       And hearing them and believing them, one, who was on the point of setting out for the way, returns hanging his head, with downcast eyes, pronouncing with a feeling of guilt: "This is beyond my power. I've better to stand together with all the people".
       In fact he had some power, but he has lost it; believing that the most of the people are right always, he has lost his power.
       Certainly, this crowd can be useful, if it raises one, who is perishing in the Noisome Ravine, to its standard. The rescued, thank to them, would make a huge step forward, joining them. However, one, who is endeavouring to raise higher, he would make step back, not wanting to separate from the environment.
       AND NOT WANTING TO SEPARATE FROM AN ENVIRONMENT, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO RAISE ABOVE THIS ENVIRONMENT, IN WHICH YOU ARE FOUND NOT SO MUCH BY THE WILL OF FATE, BUT HOW MUCH BY THE WILL OF YOUR OWN CHOICE.
       However you have taken this book in your hand, I invite you on a travel and don't hide that it is dangerous. That is why offer up your prayer to Single God what you trust in, let not me, not someone else but only He would stand guard over you. Believe Him and He will not leave you and will not let you be lost on the way, which He has predestined for you.
       Because if you ask: "what good is it for me?" and are staying on the same level which you have reached, then the more you will stay on it, the more an inexplicable anguish will oppress you. And whatever good things in the life you've reached, they would please you during two-three month but you will get accustomed quickly to it and have desire of anything greater. You get something greater and it will be pleasing you not long with a beautiful shining, then it reduced to dust. AND ONE DAY YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MISS THE ESSENCE.
       You are seen standing in the same place, uninvited guests in the form of minor ills and troubles will start to visit you. However if you continue to make mistakes, your uninvited guests will return to you, every time increasing in size, taking more and more frightening appearance and they will not retreat. This will continue as long as you don´t go out of your delusion, until you will see all the horror of your mistaken choose.
       You would say, it cannot be and if it is so, it would be a cruelty and an injustice. But after all one must to wake you up! YOU WAS BORN FOR THE LIFE, BUT YOU HAVE CHOSEN A DEATH. YOU ARE LIVING AN INCOMPLETE LIFE, BREATHING AN INCOMPLETE BREATH, IN YOUR EYES THERE IS NO SPARK.
       However the death, you've chosen, is comparable to a deep sleep and the more soundly you are sleeping, the more actively the Awaking will be acting.
       One day you have done a wrong choice, and the more actively you are persisting in it, the more clearly you will see your error.
       BECAUSE THE LIFE WAS GIVEN TO YOU FOR YOU WOULD LEARN LESSONS.
       And your error, your lesson not learnt will be appearing in front of you more and more close-up and each time it will be more and more disgusting. And... one day you will understand all.
       Passing several circles the ever increasing sufferings, you will look for the way out and try to force all the doors.
       Many doors will be closed, but if you seek well, and you will be forced to seek well, once you will snatch at the door, which is opened.
       Then you will remember as one called you, but you didn't go. Then you will learn that you spent your time in vain. Haven't you better to leave for the Way just now?
     
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The original Russian text: http://www.proza.ru/2009/12/20/999