Guardian Angel. 3. 2. Where am I?

"A GUARDIAN ANGEL"
a mistical novel
by Alexandra Kryuchkova

PART III. 7 SECONDS

3.2. Where am I?

19:32:02
the 53rd km of Moscow Ring Road

BOOM!!!


***
Library of the Universe


The Nun silently appeared in the Library at the Window. The Green-eyed turned inquiringly in her direction, while the Man tried to fill with cosmic energy the almost lifeless phantom of Alice, helplessly sprawled in the corner of the hall.

«The second blow to her head… just as strong as the first one, now to her face, on the right side. I shifted her head a little so that the nose would be intact, but the optic nerve was damaged. She’ll no longer see adequately, the picture of reality will go with distortion through continuous zigzags, as on those papers that people call the word „ECG“, so unpleasant to me. The next second is dangerous. The car is a meter away from the concrete fender. It’ll rush right in front. While you are here with Alice, I need to go back and bring her body to its initial position so that when she wakes up, she can instantly turn the car at least a little bit to the right, otherwise…»

«… turn the car at least a little bit to the right, otherwise…» a female voice came to me from somewhere far away, and, having opened my eyes, I saw the concentrated face of the Man in black robes with a white collar, bending over me, and I pronounced quietly, «Ray… Why are you dressed so strangely? What’s wrong with me?»

«Alice,» the Man said sympathetically, «I am not Ray, but the one he looks like. Please help us help you.»

«Help me?» I asked, not understanding anything, but noticing the blood stain on my dress spreading wider, and the ghostly Nun mysteriously dissolving in the Window.

«Listen, it’s hard for you right now on Earth, but everything is in your hands. Nothing happens in life by accident, and what’s happening to you now is just a consequence of a reason hidden in the Past.»

«What reason?»

«We have no right to voice it,» the Green-eyed said. «You must remember yourself. And eliminate it. It’s in your Subconscious, but you have access to the Astral Tablets here. You can move in the Space at lightning speed, connecting to any events of the Past and options for your Future… Get up, let’s go! Time is running out! Try to understand why you are now between two Worlds. Do you want to return to Earth? Home?»

I didn’t understand anything, but I knew that my earthly body was in insane pain. The Man took me off the floor and set me on my feet, «Alice, it’s hard for you to remember the reason, because it’s related to pain. Everything that causes us pain lies at the very bottom of the Subconscious. We try hard to avoid such memories, but you have to force yourself to find the reason, whatever it takes you.»

I nodded my head with difficulty.

«Let’s go, hurry up! Don’t waste precious time!» the Green-eyed hurried, abruptly grabbing my hand, and in an instant we found ourselves in the Universe.


***
sometime in the Past, India


A palmist astrologer spoked to me in English slowly enough to make me understand every word and even more, what was behind his words.

«Your Future is great if…»

«If?» I asked anxiously.

«If one day you can radically change the Space of Options of your life.»

«What exactly?»

«It’s up to you to decide: job, family, home, country of residence… Not only stars speak about this. You have three lines of fate on your palm. Do you see them? Two short ones start at the same point of the moment of your birth on Earth. The third one, meaning long life and leading to the star sign, starts in the center of your palm, between two short ones, and doesn’t touch them. You either jump on it or die.»

«When will this happen?»

«In 6—8 years. In total, you’ll have a period of 3 years for such transition. Your Jupiter reaches its Zenith in 9 years, but it belongs to the long line. By that moment, you’ll be already dead, or find yourself in a radically different Space.»

«How will I die?»

«Suddenly.»

«Will I be killed or…?»

«You have a heavy Heavenly passport. There are indicators of early departure, but no one can say with 100% accuracy the way one dies. Everything is exclusively in your hands, and you can negotiate with the stars! Of course, the most likely is a violent death related to water and a fall, perhaps with the invasion of metal into the body, somewhere in a foreign country, in a confined space, but…»

«A blow due to a fall, or a fall due to a blow? A window?»

«Not necessary. An earthquake-tsunami, an avalanche in the mountains, death in a cave with a lake, an explosion caused by a terrorist attack on a high-rise building, or just an elevator collapsing. A car accident in pouring rain. A plane crashed into the sea or ocean. If water with metal without falling, it may be a blade in the bathroom.»

«Thank God,» I exhaled happily. «It’s not my case, the blade. At least, in my right mind.»

«Anyway, you’ll die instantly, don’t worry! A very good option for such passports is a sudden cardiac arrest. Better in a sleep, but more likely, in the bathroom. Here we have a closed space, water and a fall, all together. You can mentally think about this option to distract others from you. The place of your death is not in your Motherland. You may emigrate or die while traveling. Your death will be related to a man and softened by Venus, that’s love or something pleasant.»

«With a man?»

«One way or another, yes… This doesn’t mean that he’ll murder you or cause your death, for example, provoking you to an early exit. Perhaps, on the contrary, you’ll hold the keys to each other’s death, saving each other, like the guardians save their wards.»

«But I have no man…»

«Everything has its time!» The astrologer smiled enigmatically.

«How can I know him?»

«The people destined from Above are registered in their Heavenly passports. They never pass by each other on Earth! Just don’t forget to jump into the right Space at the right Time!»


***
sometime in the Future, Venice


I opened my eyes. The misty haze dissipated. I expected to see bookshelves in front of me, but instead of them I saw the sea… «Where am I?» Instantly, as if out of nowhere, the Green-eyed materialized, «Alice, we don’t have time! This is not what you need! Let’s get out of here!»

But for some reason my ghostly body didn’t obey her at all. I saw the Man in Black and the boat. Through the misty haze, the outlines of a familiar island appeared in the distance. I was in Venice. But what was I doing there? The Man in Black and the boatman were quietly talking about something, then they stepped into the boat and set off from the shore.

«Alice! Stop!» the Woman shouted. «You won’t make it! It’s the wrong fragment!»

But I followed the boat with two strangers on the water. For a purely feminine curiosity? The Man in Black reminded me of someone, but I was afraid to look into his face. However, to my surprise, I found a black coffin in the boat and suddenly realized that it contained my body! Were they taking me to bury? Had I died in Venice? Wow! But what had happened?

«Alice, you shouldn’t be here right now! Let’s leave!» the Green-eyed shouted, trying to pull me out of the mysterious space.

Suddenly, the Man from the Library appeared. Uncompromisingly, he took my hand, and I obeyed him. He looked too much like Ray, and we…


***
somewhere in the Universe


We instantly found ourselves in the blue-black Universe. The Green-eyed whispered something to her friend, and I felt bad, losing consciousness, but part of their conversation reached me, «I don’t know how to control her! She connects randomly!»

«Perhaps her Subconscious knows better, and in a way unknown to us, it leads Alice to the right goal.»

«In a few moments, she’ll be back on Earth! Look! There is almost nothing left of her Future! It’s fading faster than we have time to feed it with energy!»

«Show Alice the most probable script if she finds the strength to get to the bottom of the truth.»

The woman turned to me and sternly, not without reproach, said, «Alice! You must obey us!»

Everything became foggy in my eyes. Zigzag lines appeared, pulsing with rainbow colors, similar to ECG graphics. Behind those lines, I saw a barely visible Book, but the ghosts took me up and threw me into it.


***
Alice’s kitchen


I opened my eyes and didn’t believe them! What happiness! I was at home! In my wicker chair, in my favorite kitchen. On the table, there were the habitually burning white candle and my laptop turned on. My head was splitting from overexertion, but it had been just a dream! I tried to remember it from beginning to end, but the fragments were mixed-up. Where had it all started from? It was good that all nightmares ended sooner or later! I breathed my nightmare out and smiled. It was a dark night outside the window. I caught myself thinking that I couldn’t remember what had happened before I fell asleep, but I glanced at the windowsill and noticed an unusual thing on it, an open oblong gift box. I looked at it with interest. Inside, there was something like a pointer, and a label saying in English, «Wizards goods. London. Platform 9 and 3/4. A magic wand». I hovered pondering over it. Blimey! Where had I got it from? Who had given it to me?

I heard footsteps behind me. Someone entered the kitchen. I turned around and… NO!!! Just not that! I saw… myself! Yes!!! Another Me sat in my chair, put on my headphones connected to the laptop and turned on music for meditation! I rushed to the mirror in the bathroom and, not finding my reflection in it, sank to the floor. I had lost my mind!

The Green-eyed woman appeared in an instant. She took me up and dragged me to the kitchen, «You are not crazy! But if you want your nightmare to end one day, you have to merge with yourself in the Future for a while!»

So closing my eyes from despair and my own helplessness to unravel what was going on, I merged into another Me and saw what she did: the blue-black Universe, the monks purifying her (my?) astral body under the Silver Flow, the stairs, on top of which she (me) was crowned, publications in mass media and TV shows, a VIP and the Man in White, or someone like him. The Man in White took me by the hand and led me to the ghostly boat, as if asking «Shall we go?» I nodded in response, we got into the boat and sailed across the sea towards the mountains.

As for God, no sign is a reason
to believe in the omen of parting!
Let’s go back to the touch to that city,
where songs are still sung to the water.

Just to laugh at the ringing gold coin,
dancing there, among masks and faces,
and to glow in sunshine with bridges,
self-aligning with spirits and pigeons.

Shall we edit the frames in the album?
Let San Marco with lions recall us,
and the fireworks sparkle in Heaven
with the title of my happy chapter…