Qigong. Moon fifth

MOON FIFTH
 

I fell asleep in a bad mood. A little skirmish with my mother threw me off balance. The dreams were chaotic and heavy. I woke up several times, lay down and thought, “What else does she need from me?”

I woke up because someone splashed me. Little dragons frolic in the water, and I dozed off, leaning against a rock. I was in another body again. However, now it was the body of an old dragon. But here's what's interesting: the mind of the dragon was asleep, but the body was awake, and was even ready to pick up the naughty baby - the dragon, who slipped and swallowed water. The heart of the old dragon was beating smoothly, the blood flowed in a given direction, without interruption and without stopping, no blood clots, cholesterol, blocked blood vessels! But the mother of a large family was more than a thousand years old. The dragon was sleeping, and I was awake in her body, controlled her body, looked into the recesses of memory. However, there was no need to look there. Emotions, knowledge, sensations, memories flooded over me with such force that I almost choked. The flying mother was not going to hide anything from me. In return, she timidly asked only that I share my knowledge and memory. I got confused. How little I know! But Tit-La, that was the name of the Dragon, could not refuse. The little dragons frolicked, got out on land, sat on their tails and stared at me inquiringly. I panicked, but even in my sleep, the dragon continued to hold the reins of her entire extended family. A long sound flew out of my (her) mouth. The kids once again shook themselves off and in single file stretched to where the smell of food was coming from. The baby dragon fluttered its wings impatiently and tried to take off, trying to get ahead of its brothers and sisters. Tit-La immediately transmitted an inaudible signal to her body. The kid received a fiery slap and, dropping to the ground, trotted to the end of the formation. Soon Tit-La was able to rest a little. The mothers dismantled their fiery offspring, and Tit-La descended into the sacred cave. The hour of fiery singing has come. The dragon sang for about an hour. The fiery patterns that flew out of the mouth of the old dragon along with the singing painted incredible pictures on the walls of the cave. There were pictures from the past and the present. Several times I asked to draw my future, Tit-La agreed, but the fire flying out of the mouth was not accompanied by sound. There was no singing - there were no pictures. Tit-La did not contact me directly. She did not talk to me and did not teach. Her thoughts were full of affection and peace. Having understood that no one was going to show me the future, I asked Tit-La (that is, the body in which I was now) to sing about the past again. Tit-La referred to the fact that she was already a little tired and explained that we had another ten minutes at our disposal, after which she would need to have a bite to start the fire again. After the meal, you can again gargle with fire and continue singing. However, I really wanted to look at one unfinished picture. Tit-La thought about it and said that nine or fifteen minutes would be enough to complete the drawing. The picture was a phoenix bird, or as it is also called in China - fenhuang. Tit-La (that is, I) sang, and the bird acquired its unique plumage. The bird was five-colored. I have never seen anything more beautiful. The picture was finished and the bird moved. Tit-La and the phoenix bowed politely to each other. And I moved into the body of a phoenix bird. The phoenix flapped its wings, and the cave, along with Tit-La, immediately disappeared from my eyes. I have been in the past. The Shak-Ma empire was still in full bloom, and peace and tranquility reigned in the land of the young empress. Phoenix, and it was a female, landed in a bright meadow. On one of the hills, not far from the meadow, there was a nest where a female phoenix lived with her male. The female was named La-Tu, the male was Tu-La. That day, the phoenix nest was restless. The dispute was about what gender the future chick would be, which was about to be born! La-Tu wanted a girl, Tu-La, of course, a boy. In general, everything is like our people. At some point, the fenhuan couple seemed to come to an agreement, but after a moment, the news reached the ears of the lovers that Shak-Ma was organizing a grand reception from every couple living in the great state ... In general, only La-Tu was invited. Tu-La was offended, but did not show it. Great sadness overwhelmed the male fenhuan. La-Tu left for the reception, and Tu-La went to roam the streets of the holy city. Pain, pride, anger - this explosive cocktail seethed in the phoenix and clouded his eyes. Remember that story, that case that the crowned Shak-Ma resolved unfairly? The woman died from injustice, but her daughter remained! Soul, girls burned anger! That day was not supposed to come, but it did! Tu-La and. Three hundred (that was the name of the girl) met. We met at the moment when Trista had her period, but power did not come! There was pain, but there was no pain compensation. Trista failed to reach any heights that month. She could not heal, but she could save her mother! Couldn't dance the funeral dance, couldn't compose and sing a songyu, which would help her mother reach the walls of the bright afterlife kingdom! Three hundred bled, three days have long passed, but the menstruation did not stop! Anger and pain did not allow the girl to recover. With the last of her strength, she reached the place of power. Half an hour later, Tu-La also came there. I will tell you about the place of power. There were nine such places in the state of Shak-Ma. Places of power were scattered throughout the state. If we compare it with today, then the place of power replaced itself ... It was something like a session with a psychotherapist. The dive was complete. The sufferer entered with a problem and left, after a while, without it. What was in the middle, no one remembered, and in fact no one tried. These were the proposed circumstances. Those who did not want an hour of their lives to disappear to no one knows where, simply did not meddle in places of power. Trista entered first, followed by two more, but immediately returned and stood at the end of the line. Tu-La was next. There was no discrimination in the lands of Shak-Ma, but for some reason the phoenix was embarrassed. He terribly did not want to spoil the moment of unity with the place of power for the sweet girl who entered in front of him. Fenghuang even intended to leave the queue and come here some other time, but the place of power suddenly attracted Tu-La. The stone blocks replacing the gates suddenly connected with a terrible roar. It was a signal that the reception of the afflicted was over for today. Those standing in line immediately went home. The girl and the phoenix stood on a green meadow. The meadow was huge and stretched far, far away. With the exception of two gate stones, the meadow was not fenced off with anything else. The green of the meadow, the blue of the sky, the spaciousness and volume - all these were the last memories of the fenhuang. Tu-La woke up on a noisy street, around him seething fun. Trista's white mourning dress flashed in the distance, and the phoenix never saw the girl again. La-Tu returned, the phoenix male was glad to have his friend back. The place of power seemed to cure Tu-La of envy, but four days later the irreparable happened. La-Tou had flown off early that day for eider down to line her nest. The female prepared thoroughly for the birth of the heir. Tu-La felt unwell, tears filling his eyes. At noon, the male smelled burning and lost consciousness. When Tu-La woke up, he saw that the great city was burning. The fire started from the nest of La-Tu and Tu-La. Phoenix wasn't sure he had set the nest on fire. Somewhere on the periphery of his memory, he saw a flash of a white dress, and a girl's hand held a torch to the nest. However, Tu-La wasn't sure about that. Everything around was on fire and crumbling. For three days the male was looking for his female. When hope left him, he threw himself into the fire. Tu-La did not know that La-Tu had survived. She, too, looked for her phoenix everywhere. She saved many lives. Wounded and burned, her dragon carried her out. Her baby died. Far, far away from the holy city, a female fenhuang flew away. Everything was over. Tu-La and La-Tu were the last phoenixes. There were no such birds on the earth of people. The unfortunate bird knew that this was the end! Do not give birth to her little phoenix! The generation of great birds will be interrupted! Begged La-Tu's forgiveness from Mother Earth. She asked to understand. Asked to help. However, there was no answer to the proud bird. La-Tu sang a bright song, covered the new nest with precious woods - sandalwood, cinnamon and myrrh, and set fire to the nest and herself. Everyone heard the sigh of mother earth at that moment. The mother did not remain silent in response to the entreaties of La-Tu. She spoke and screamed, but she did not hear the voice of mother earth, a bird stunned by grief. The nest burned down and the phoenix La-Tu to the ground. Mother earth was crying - it was raining, mother earth was mourning - it was snowing, and when hope appeared - the snow melted, flowers bloomed, buds blossomed on the trees and in the burnt nest, in the place of ashes, a new life appeared. The little worm stirred and stuck its surprised muzzle up. Days passed, soon the worm turned into a beautiful bird. It was a phoenix. Only the phoenix did not have a gender, he was neither a boy nor a girl. However, the phoenix remembered everything that happened to Tu-La and La-Tu.