Guardian Angel. 1. 8. Trip to the Astral

"A GUARDIAN ANGEL"
a mistical novel
by Alexandra Kryuchkova

PART I. A GUARDIAN

1.8. A TRIP to the ASTRAL

May 5, Moscow,
Alice’s room


Alice was sorting out the closet. Finally, it was time to get summer clothes and put away winter ones. The guardian sat in a chair opposite, «As you finish it, deal with the Transits! This knowledge will be useful to you very soon.»

Alice didn’t hear him. Or rather, having finished sorting out her clothes, she came up to the bookcase. Sometimes Alice adjusted its contents. There were a lot of books in it, her own ones, and gifted by her colleagues the writers, and purchased by herself, but not yet read, and photo albums with performances, and newspapers and magazines with her publications, and… Alice got to printouts and notebooks written a long time ago, but never published, she had no time for that. Some of her stories and poems had been lost, some thrown away with her own hands. In the bookcase, there was the third part that had survived. «I should publish that poetry and decide what to do with the stories…»

The guardian chuckled, «I say, study the Transits! When the Sun is in the Dungeon, a person sums up the next results.»

Alice reread the dusty stories written at the age of 13–17 and called Kidding U to arrange their meeting in a quiet place. Kidding U was her friend and a writer, who earned money on his literary work, so he could make an adequate verdict on Alice’s childish literature, to publish it or send in the trash.


***
a cozy coffeehouse


Alice and Kidding U met in a quiet place. She silently held out a printout of her childish stories about ghosts, in her opinion, somehow digestible for reading by third parties.

«Oh, what’s this?!» U exclaimed cheerfully.

«This is me as a kid. Well, I mean, I was young then.»

«I understand, now you are old!» U laughed.

«Let’s read them out loud to each other.»

«What for?»

«For you to tell me something.»

«And what to tell you?» U asked Alice in a conspiratorial voice.

«The truth.»

«Okay, Piglet! Until Friday, I’m completely free!»

U made himself comfortable in the chair, picked up the first story and started reading it aloud. He was very lucky, because all the stories were short. Periodically, he accentuated the crooked phrases. Alice underlined them with a red pen to edit them later. In the course of reading, U muttered, «Hmmm…”, «Wow!», «A-ha!», «Oh-hoo!», «Ugh!» and suddenly exclaimed, «And this is Edgar Poe himself!»

White exchanged breaking news with U’s guardian. The latter, nodding at Alice, asked, «The transit Sun is in the 12th, or what?»

«Yes, Kidding, you guessed it right. During the May holidays, Alice will give out to the publisher 9 volumes of her survived poems, an edited novel about our reality and what they are reading now.»

«White, your Alice is a monster! How do you manage with her? My U will write only a story for May edition of a magazine, and just because they are rushing him. They have been waiting for a month already.»

«No, Kidding, she is a sheep, not a monster.»

«Why are you so upset then? A sheep is a good thing! You can cut some wool!» Kidding laughed.

«I can. There’s another problem. She’ll spend all her savings for the summing up. You know, bro, what’s the price of it in their literary world. And as soon as she pays for the books, she’ll urgently need money! I have no idea in my mind where to get it from then!»

«And why deal with your mind? Deal with others. By the way, what kind of idea are you going to find?» Kidding laughed. «You know, when money is really needed, it always comes by itself. At least, it always happens so with U. I only adjust the flow a bit.»

Alice’s phone started ringing a melodic trill.

«Who’s there?!» U asked as Alice pulled her phone out of her bag.

Alice listened to the caller and raised her eyebrow in surprise. U looked at her carefully and copied her movements, including the raised eyebrow, until Alice said goodbye to the unknown caller.

«You won’t believe it! I got into the list of finalists of the Imperial «Heritage’ competition! Boris will win there, I know, but he deserves it.»

«Are you let in the final? Really?! This is so cool! How did you manage to do it? In such a competition… This is really a victory! Not thanks, but in spite of! But don’t relax, next year you’ll definitely become our «Heritage’, not Boris! Give me your paw, I’ll shake it!»

Alice held out her palm saying, «Unbelievable, but true.» U shook her palm for a long, long time. Alice pinched U in the side and forced him back to reading her stories.

Glamorous materialized, spreading a Cheshire cat smile across the space, «Hello, bros! Well, White? Did I keep my promise?!» and, without waiting for praise, instantly disappeared.

After reading all 33 ghost stories, U and Alice went for a walk around the city. It was easy for them to communicate even not about creativity. U knew about Another Reality. He had also written a fairy tale about it. But U was almost always wearing a clown mask, that was his role. Besides, he worked with kids, arranged holidays, wrote scripts for children Christmas parties. Alice was still a child who had got no parties in her childhood, but she preferred no masks. U listened to Alice’s story about London and, stopping in the middle of the road, defiantly stomped his foot, «That’s a sign! Your Man Who Was Not, shown you up three times in a row!»

«The Time Turner worked out,» Alice sighed. «I twisted it too much! I didn’t need to return for so many years ago.»

«You are not right! It’s not up to you to decide what, where and when it’s needed! Move your brains, think, what was it for?»

«Maybe, it’s the first thought that came to my mind when we bumped into each other that matters.»

«Remember three thoughts!»

«Here they are. „It’s all in the Past.“ „I am on the right track.“ „How can I get to another level in literature?“»

«So, at first, you thought that he was a man from your past life, but when you met him at the literary agents, considered yourself on the right track… leading where?»

«I thought, to the literary agents.»

«It’s more reasonable to assume the opposite: not to the literary agents, but to him. And in the Bookstore?»

«I was looking at the shelves with books by famous writers with a thought, «I wish my books were there, in London, too! But it’s a different level’.»

«Will the Man Who Was Not help you move to another level?»

«He has already helped, yes! I told you about it.»

U and Alice approached the subway. White addressed Kidding, «Let U ask her to meditate. I have a lot to show her!»

U stopped at the entrance to the subway, «You know, Piglet, what thought just popped into my mind?»

«How should I know?»

«Wrong answer! You know to connect to the Information field! Take a trip to the Astral, and then we’ll think of it again, okay?»


***
the night on the eve of May 6,
St. George the Victorious Day,
Alice’s room


Alice turned on meditation music and… immediately entered the dark blue Universe. The monks began to work with her astral body, rinsing it in a virtual river and cleaning it from all dirt. Then Alice stood under the Silver Flow in a silver dress woven by the Flow and a silver crown appeared on her. She turned to one of the monks with the question that had come to her mind in London, «How to get to the next level?»

An astral staircase appeared in front of Alice, along which, under the same Silver Flow, she climbed up to a chair on its top. Alice sat down into it and thought, «I wonder if I have shoes? Are they silver, too?»

Alice went down to the monks. Instead of the usual circle, they formed a path. Alice passed between them into the distance, and the Man in White came out of the void of Eternity and was walking towards her. Alice rejoiced, but immediately stopped herself. Images were deceptive there. Perhaps that was another man, but with the energy similar to that of the Man in White. He took Alice by the hand and led into the distance.

An astral house appeared. Or rather, its light ghostly contours, so that Alice understood with her earthly mind that it was a house. They went inside, discussing something over food, and then the Man led her to the upper floor. It was a strange feeling of astral love, but Alice was happy.

They returned to Eternity and walked along a wide road, and fragments from the Future appeared in flashes on the dark blue Universe: Alice on the radio, an article about her in a newspaper, Alice on TV, not the ones she had already been. Alice was happy with everything shown to her, but the main thing was that the Man she loved was nearby.

The only thing that frightened Alice was her white dress with red poppies, which she didn’t have in earthly reality. Once she had caught a glimpse of it in the store while looking for an orange dress like the one thrown out after her car accident. Alice tried to redraw the dress, since buying a poppy one was too much, she had already a lot of dresses. But the dress, as luck would have it, was not redrawn.

In the next fragment of the meditation, other monks appeared. They were very tall, in black robes with hoods, faceless. Usually, they charged the Earth with the energy of love, holding their hands over it in the same way as people, while warming themselves by a fire. Alice called them guardians. The monks surrounded Alice. They seemed to be cooking something in a cauldron, she was placed inside. They changed the course of events, lining up the right meetings, the right people, the whole chain — in the right order for Alice.

Then Alice noticed a VIP, perhaps not the same from the tour fair, but someone who would play an important role in her destiny. He held out his hand to her, and together they exited the cauldron of events. Alice was still in the same poppy dress! The Very Important Person led her to the stairs, the Man in White joined them, and the three of them went upstairs. Alice sat down in the chair on the top of the stairs, and the men remained standing on both side of it. Alice noticed familiar faces down there, but their reaction to her ascent was different.

Then everything disappeared. The Man in White took Alice by the hand, led to the ghostly boat, «Shall we go?» She nodded and got into the boat. The night was coming. Mountains were visible in the distance. The boat set off and sailed towards them.

In the next fragment, Alice found herself in a mountain monastery, often visited by her during meditations at her Teacher’s seminars. She sat down at the edge of the abyss next to the monk. The Teacher joined them. They said that what Alice had just seen was the answer to her question. Alice’s parents appeared and confirmed the words of the Teacher and the monk. Next came the inhabitants of the Library of the Universe, the ghosts of the Silver Age poets. One of them approached Alice and clearly said in a calm voice, «Try it.»

Alice returned to the dark blue Universe. The monks worked with Alice’s astral body while she was swinging on a visualized swing. Then she heard her favorite song, to which the monks usually had aligned her astral body and, twisting it into a cocoon, returned Alice to Earth. Previously, the vortex had been small. The monks had surrounded Alice, who had been spinning like a spindle, creating a powerful energy whirlwind. But that time, Alice was inside a huge circle formed not only by the monks, but by everyone she had seen there that night. Dancing in the circle, Alice had to touch each of them energetically. The cocoon of her astral body became gigantic, and the cocoons of the Man in White and the Very Important Person were added to it. Alice looked at herself and at them from the side. It looked like a three-petal, opening lotus bud. And already in that form, Alice was sent back on Earth.