Qigong. The second moon

MOON TWO
 

I fell asleep early. I watched TV and tried to understand what the announcer was talking about so inspirationally, but my eyelids filled with lead, and I fell asleep.
I was still able to press the remote control button to turn off the TV, but I could no longer remove my finger from the button. The dream overcame me.
I had disturbing dreams. I was running away from someone, it was hard for me to breathe. The hot air almost made it impossible for me to take a deep breath. Finally, apparently, the dream changed, and the air became cool. I breathed easier and I fell asleep without dreams. I woke up from the sound. Something boiled and gurgled. The hot steam burned my face slightly. I heard a soft laugh and opened my eyes. I was in class. The seats were arranged so that the young girl dragons could sit comfortably. An adult dragon entered and set fire to the young dragon who treated me so impolitely. The lesson has begun.
It soon became clear to me that I was attending a history lesson. Knowledge among dragons is passed from mother to daughter, the affectionate dragon Yav told me about this yesterday, but there were exceptions in the dragon training system. The history lesson was that exception. I listened and watched carefully. As always, I was plagued with questions, but I preferred to keep them to myself. Finally the lesson was over, but no one moved. I comprehended what the teacher said and did not immediately pay attention to the silence that hung in the classroom. While the lesson was going on, I got used to the manner of speaking of little dragons. There were 9 kids in the class. However, they were small only in age. The girls were the size of a two-story house. Any of the crumbs could easily trample me. Fiery slaps in the face, the sound of tails, the boiling of countless "teapots" - these are the sounds that accompanied the entire lesson. Now it was quiet. So quiet that I suddenly felt uneasy. The teacher just looked at us and didn't make a sound. Suddenly, as if on cue, the dragon girls approached the teacher and lined up. My little offender, along with everyone else, got into line, but was immediately pushed out by the tail of the teacher. The little girl went to the end of the class, knelt down, hid her head between her legs and did not move anymore. The class was still quiet. Suddenly, as if on cue, the girls began to breathe fire at each other. The fire flowed down the line. When the fire reached the teacher, everything was quiet again, and suddenly all the girls at once made a sound that made my hair stir! A friendly exhalation of fire made me recoil. However, I did not have time to get scared, because the next moment I was already in the body of the young empress. I don't know if Shaq-Ma noticed my intrusion, but I felt uncomfortable in her body.
The blood ran too fast through the veins of a young girl. The exchange processes were too fast. Yes, and the thoughts of the beauty were too frank and awakened in me what I had been deprived of for a long time. Thoughts were full of desire. I immediately received all the answers to my questions. There were many answers and they came too quickly. I did not dare to ask the dragons, but I will tell you. I was interested in the way of life of people living in the Shak-Ma empire. However, as I understand it, dragons still live by the same laws. The empire is long gone, the young empress has gone into eternity, and the dragons still remember her and honor the system under which the huge empire lived.
The empire was ruled by women. The right to inherit was passed down the female line. Men didn't make wars over women. Matriarchy reigned in the Shak-Ma empire. The man who came to the woman stayed with her for the night. At dawn he had to leave the bed of love. However, if a woman liked a man, then he could come to the woman night after night. The boys who were born to a woman grew up in the mother's family. The word mother was sacred, the word father was never spoken.
It didn't exist. Free will ruled love. No one had the right to force anyone. The breadwinner in the family was a woman, men did not mind this. The dragons followed the same rules. Now, many centuries later, they continue to live by the same laws. Matriarchy reigns in the dragon family. The young empress was the same age as I am now. I discovered this by listening to the conversation of the maids. Youth in the state of Shak was a relative concept. In the state of Shak, all people were long-lived. Forty years was considered a young age.
Realizing this truth, I was stunned. Is forty years young? The maids who whispered and giggled quietly were in their early sixties and looked twenty at best. One of the servants, standing on a higher ladder in the hierarchy of servants, severely reprimanded the idlers, but this seemed to her not enough.
For an hour the maids listened to the teacher's speech. Having listed the merits of the empress, the mentor nevertheless proved that the young age of Shak-Ma is not an obstacle to her reign, and the forty-year-old girl rightfully occupies the throne. Finally the maids left. Shak-Ma slept, but my spirit inside her body did not sleep. I heard everything. I understood the doubts of the maids, I understood the anger of their mentor. It was just not clear to me why in those distant times people knewhow to live not just for a long time, but for a very long time, and we, together with all the achievements of science and technology, live at best 100 years, and at worst 50-60 years?! We are looking for the elixir of immortality, but it is already ready, it is inside us. Just a little effort in training is enough, and five to ten minutes a day, and you are provided with health and longevity. Of course, we won’t live five hundred years, the ecology is now much worse than in the time of Shak-Ma, but one hundred and fifty to two hundred years is a real period that a woman can live, having mastered the knowledge of Shak-Ma and her mother! When I woke up in the morning, I began to write down everything that I experienced in a dream. Moreover, being afraid to lose at least a grain of the acquired knowledge, I decided right there in the morning to write down the exercises that Shak-Ma gave me in a dream! There was only one exercise, but once I have mastered it, I can break it down into many smaller, more detailed exercises.