There are people who have a subtle sense of this world. They see the aura of objects, animals, plants. Having touched the thing, they read information about the previous owners. I do not consider myself one of such unique ones in full: alas, my growth in this area is hampered by a fair amount of skepticism and self-doubt. Skepticism is generously nourished by books on scientific atheism, which I have read since childhood. Uncertainty and self-doubt are a product of the punitive pedagogy of the past.
That is why I do not have bright visions when I touch other people's objects, but I can read the soul of some things. It is even difficult to call it a soul - rather, a matrix, a cast of someone's life and fate, if we are talking about primitive objects.
What does this mean, the reader will ask. I will answer. I know for sure that every thing has a soul. Good or bad, good or evil - everything is like people. And as with you and me, the attitude of things to the world is influenced by their life. Someone is catastrophically unlucky with the owners (read with friends and family), someone is constantly betrayed, abandoned, passed from hand to hand.
Don't laugh. I am not saying that felt-tip pens or a washing machine have a shower. Although, maybe I just did not notice. I mean "complex" things and objects.
For example, professional drivers who have been driving all their lives sincerely believe that cars have a soul. Each has its own character, whims and preferences. And you know, I believe them. Real chauffeurs give names to cars, give gifts. True. Once our driver Sanya reproached me that I hadn't taken my car to the car wash for a long time. He said that after a good "douche" the car even drives differently. She's happy, you know, said Sashka. She is happy and grateful to you that you redeemed her. And the engine works differently, somehow more fun. I laughed: this, Sanya, is not the engine that knocks more merrily, it is dirt from the mudguards that does not fly off in different directions! But I listened to the advice, and on the same day I went to the sink. Leaving the box, I immersed the gas pedal: the car, as if, started after hibernation. I listened to the hum of the engine and clearly heard the gratitude. No,I have not lost my mind, I just discovered something new in this life.
Those same professionals say that the car is born to drive. As soon as the car gets up, it starts to "crumble". Even new. It is a fact. Just do not tell me about components and assemblies that rust without movement, gaskets and hub bearings. I know all this very well: my first car was an old "five". And while I was riding her, she ran and never let me down. As soon as I bought a new vehicle, the old woman became sad. When the buyer arrived, she didn't want to wind up. But the day before that she had obeyed the turn of the key. The future owner shook his head in understanding: the car was offended. And in all seriousness he began to persuade my horse to obey. He promised that he would not offend. "Five" grumbled a little and started up. I stroked the hood of the carthanked for the science and said goodbye to a whole era in her life.
Machines have a soul. Just don't ask me where it is located - between the distributor and the gas pump, in the area of the candles, in the carburetor or injector!
Recently, my friend and I drove her late husband's car to the car wash. Less than a month ago, I successfully drove the car to a new location, and this time we decided to wash it in order to put it up for sale. The car has lost its owner for three months. My rare rides on it do not count. She stands sadly in the yard and every day there are more and more treacherous spots on the body. Yes, it is not new, but as long as Volodka was driving every day, she did not get sick, you can believe me. Now, every attempt to start it is an exciting quest. Each time the car gives out a new trick - the battery is discharged, the hood does not open, then the wheels are flat.
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No mysticism - a skeptical reader will say. You are right, my friend, no - the car has to go every day. But when she loses her master, she becomes an orphan. Neither I nor my friend can provide her with proper care and stress. So she is sad, capricious and breaks down. The soul of the car is used to movement, changing places, and here all day long there is only a view of the parking lot.
As soon as we removed from the salon all the lovely things and talismans belonging to the owner, she was orphaned, left unattended. When I sit in the driver's seat, I feel that at the first moment she does not accept me. No, not because I can't drive. For 20 years of experience, I have changed several cars. A few minutes pass, and the car becomes obedient, as if it is getting used to the new driver, recognizes his driving style, gear shifting, rhythm and driving style.
Personal things of a person, with which he came in contact for a long time, and then does not wear for a long time, as if they fade, so to speak about energy. I go into the apartment where a friend once lived with my husband and I understand that his field is getting weaker every day. Very soon it will finally fade and dissolve in the energy space of the earth. Things that knew the owner during life practically no longer emit his energy. The matrix of consciousness is becoming more and more transparent. A friend still, although forty days have passed, keeps his photo on the nightstand. But I see that she has already faded. No, it is not the colors that have faded, but the mental component is disappearing. The photo becomes just a picture that has no energy. The apartment is gradually forgetting one of the owners. But it does not decay like a car, because a friend continues to live in it. Her energy creates a living field in the house that fills the space left from another person.
It's the same with his things. Now it's just sweaters, jeans and boots. Faceless. They can belong to anyone. This is about the soul - low-organized things do not have it, they absorb the energy of the owner. The longer it is gone, the weaker the aura imprint.
In fact, it's sad. Yes, we do not die “for good”, but information about us gradually dissolves in the endless Cosmos, and we become part of the world soul. We lose our individuality if you like it better.