Zone of Light. Part 1. The Temple of Light

Перевод на английский  Dmitry Kovalevskiy:
The Zone of Light. Part 1. The Temple of Light

Natalya Rer
February 3, 2011

I had only just said aloud that we should go to the Zones as soon as it became warmer, and the very next day a southern wind began to blow, bringing warm, sunny, almost spring-like weather. And this morning I wanted only one thing: to go to the Zone of Divine Love. It felt as though someone was waiting for me there. I quickly got ready and went.

When I arrived at the spring, I was surprised to see that it had not frozen, although the entire stream was covered with ice. Nature was asleep, but the stream was alive. I tasted the water: it was slightly sour and strongly structured, hard (whereas near our settlement the spring water is soft and slightly sweet). I cleaned the source of small stones and dry leaves so that water could be collected, and while it was being cleared by the flowing water, I climbed about three meters upward to the clearing where, in autumn, our group and I had installed a magnet.

I had a strange sensation, as if I had found myself on another planet. Once again, I felt like an alien. I sat down on a stump. I had no appetite at all, but I took out a second banana and decided to conduct an experiment. I had eaten the first banana from the same bunch on the way, but here I began to eat the second one, and its taste was completely different. I had the feeling that I was on another planet, eating some fantastic fruit, as if I were tasting a banana for the first time in my life. I felt no pleasure from eating it (unlike the first, tasty banana). I simply analyzed the taste sensations like a professional taster.

Then I filled bottles with water and found an old gray-pink birch nearby. Its trunk had bent, curved, and become covered with moss. I sat on this trunk as if in an armchair and began to meditate. I looked at the winter sun through the bare branches of the trees, at the bright blue sky. How wonderful it was here!

I felt the presence of the Teachers, various luminous beings, and forest spirits. It turned out that it was not only the magnet working here — the energy was far stronger than the first time. Spirits had also settled here. For them, this place was simply Paradise. People do not interfere, the magnet radiates the energy of Divine Love and Light. You can feed on it and enjoy it as much as you wish.

My head began to spin, and I realized I had to leave, otherwise there would be an energetic overload. I walked back across the white, sparkling, diamond-like snow, and I had the sensation of flight and the ascension of the soul. I felt like a balloon, about to lift off at any moment. A feeling of flight and lightness throughout the body, a feeling of cosmic Divine Love.

But whom do I actually love? I began to mentally go through possible objects of love — no, it was not any specific person. I understood! I love Life! I love this planet, this Nature, this snow, and the entire World! I had the feeling that I was a cloud, as if I had dissolved into the surrounding Nature and no longer felt my body.

I became part of this Nature, part of this planet. I felt the Love of Mother Earth, the Mother of the World. I love everything around me: the whole world, light and dark, bad and good, — everything! This must be what unconditional love is: simply a state of divine and cosmic Love. Just as a mother loves each of her children, even if one of them is a criminal, so Mother Earth loves all people and all beings who inhabit her.

When I returned home, I was not tired at all. On the contrary, I felt energized and wanted to do everything (although in the morning I had felt like doing nothing). I gathered snow for the cats and flowers, brought firewood, cleared the paths and the little bridge over the stream. The weather was wonderful! I completed a whole lot of tasks, then turned on meditative music and began recalling my walk to the spring. The same state of divine Love arose in me again. I was flying once more.

Part 1. The Temple of Light

April 12, 2003

I was born on Sakhalin, a remarkable island. From childhood, I had the feeling that someone was watching me (I did not believe in God, but I had no doubt about the existence of extraterrestrials and a Higher Intelligence). And this someone was not only monitoring my words and actions, they were monitoring all my thoughts. That is why, from childhood, I trained myself to do, say, and think everything correctly, even though those around me did not always like it.

Later, when I would enter Shambhala and begin receiving revelations, Teacher Kut Humi would tell me that he had been observing me since childhood, although I would consciously begin communicating with him only after the age of forty.

After finishing school, I went to study first in Moscow and then in Leningrad. And another life began. I was not only receiving intellectual knowledge, I immersed myself in the world of mysticism, metaphysics, and bioenergetics. Religion entered my life much later, and the first sacred text was the Bhagavad Gita in Sidorov’s translation.

I did not like the material world in which I had to live, and I tried to find another one. At the age of twenty, I experienced a second birth. My world completely changed: from black-and-white it became colored. I began to feel energies. But most importantly, a Teacher came to me on the subtle plane, in the form of an extraterrestrial resembling a human with beautiful Slavic features. He sat before a large screen with a large control panel and communicated with me through it.

I was offered to become a staff member of the Center of Cosmic Intelligence. I asked what their goals were, and I was answered (in my own language): the construction of communism under the governance of Cosmic Intelligence. I had the same goal, and I agreed. From that moment on, my life turned into a fairy tale, though the trials did not become fewer.

Strange things happened in my life, strange people appeared, signs were constantly present — in short, I was being guided, and I could no longer, nor did I want to, abandon my mission. It seemed to me that my entire life had been planned by someone in advance, and that this plan was connected to a great cosmic plan.

In the material world, almost no one understood me. There were no books, no Teachers on the physical plane; I had to walk blindly. This forced me to study the subtle world even more and to receive information directly from the informational field of the Earth and Cosmic Intelligence, as well as from the Teachers. But the main knowledge I received came from my own experience, which gradually transformed into wisdom.

Later, my worldview did not change, but it expanded. I understood that Cosmic Intelligence together with Cosmic Love is God. Later, Will was added to this understanding.

At the age of thirty, my extraterrestrial Teacher was replaced by the Divine Mother, who at first appeared to me in the image of Helena Roerich. Her Spirit seemed to enter me. I began studying esoteric teachings, religion, astrology, and everything available. A vast flow of spiritual literature, various schools and teachers absorbed me. I began running my own school and learning how to be a Teacher.

I was especially interested in everything connected with Shambhala and the Hierarchy of Light, the Hierarchy of Christ. At that time, I lived in the Urals, turned my home into the headquarters of Shambhala, and learned to communicate with God, the Divine Mother, and various Teachers. I visited Arkaim and saw myself there in a past life. I was a tantric priestess and dancer — that is where my tantric knowledge comes from.

Then I went to Altai, celebrated my thirty-seventh birthday there, and went through a baptism of fire. My consciousness was thoroughly cleansed, but I became disappointed in Altai, and it was precisely then that I understood that nothing is better than Sakhalin. But I did not immediately decide to return to my homeland, I no longer had any acquaintances there.

I traveled to many cities, but everywhere I felt like a foreigner. And at forty, when I was completing the fourth initiation, the crucifixion of the soul, I entered Shambhala. I saw not only saints and initiates, I saw Maitreya himself, Sanat Kumara. He said that I must go to Sakhalin and explained exactly what needed to be done.

After further trials, I began receiving revelations and communicating with the Teachers of Shambhala. Only then did Kut Humi establish direct contact with me, and now I work with him constantly. One of my tasks was connected with one of the forty-nine Ashrams of the Hierarchy of Christ, the Ashram of Teacher Kut Humi.

When I finally arrived on Sakhalin, I began searching for the place shown to me by the Teachers. I first went to Third Pad, and it seemed that I had found what I was looking for. But it turned out that Sakhalin has not just one sacred place, but many anomalous zones. One of them is located near Vestochka, a complex of mountains, valleys, and streams.

One of the mountains closely resembles a pyramid, and in a small valley between the mountains there is an anomalous zone and an exit into other worlds of space and time. To the south stands a small mountain whose summit consists of several large stones. One of them is shaped like a huge frog looking toward the valley. It is said that the Temple of Light is located there.

When I climbed onto this “Frog,” I saw an astonishing panorama. To the north — a complex of beautiful mountains of remarkable shapes, and between them — a valley. I immediately thought that this Temple of Light was precisely the Ashram of Shambhala that I had been seeking. True, in winter it is impossible to reach it through the snow — one must wait for summer.

When I looked southward, I saw an even more fascinating scene. To the southeast, in the distance, Lake Tunaycha and the Sea of Okhotsk were visible; to the southwest — Aniva Bay; to the west — a ridge of high mountains, beyond which lay the Tatar Strait. Far to the south stretched a chain of low hills, and in the middle — a vast hilly valley.

But what struck me most was not that immense three-dimensional space revealed at only three hundred meters above sea level, but the feeling that arose within me. I had found myself where I had long dreamed of being — in Shambhala. The sensation was exactly the same as when I communicated with the Teachers on the subtle plane, but here everything was on the physical plane, only visible through spiritual vision. And most importantly, I felt at home, in a beloved and native place.

The next time, I had the feeling that I was at my favorite lake, Turgoyak: the most beautiful lake of the Southern Urals. And again, the sensation of home. I think these places should be thoroughly explored.

It must be said that Sakhalin has many unusual places, both in terms of energy and natural landscape, a vast field of activity for researchers of the subtle world. And here, everyone can find their own “Shambhala.”