I dreamed that I was in a hotel in the city of Arkhangelsk. I have never been there in reality. And in a dream I was in it for the first time. Neither in reality nor in Navi did I have circumstances and deeds that would be associated with Arkhangelsk. And even I was slightly surprised, I remember: why would it be Arkhangelsk? But he knew for sure that it was he - or rather, some place under him - although it was not clear from where, as it happens in a dream.
I was in the hotel lobby, it had a glass wall, and in front of me was a beautiful panorama of the bend of a large river. (Probably, it was the Northern Dvina. I didn’t think about it in my dream, but upon awakening it came back to my mind: this is the only river in those places that could be similar to the one I had seen.) The opposite bank was low, gray and receding into the distance. And the sky above the river is light gray. And white water … It was impossible to take your eyes off this sight! Although I had to look through the somewhat fogged glass of the hall, hiding the details.
I wanted to go outside so that my eyes would not meet any interference at all. There was a fenced terrace in front of the hotel. Around it there was a slope, cut all over by ravines and covered with snow. Not completely white, however, but with a subtle bit of gray - the snow of very early spring. And narrow paths ran along it. There was no one on them.
Suddenly I realized that a creature was moving rapidly along one of the paths. Didn't see. And he did not determine by hearing. I established this with a kind of feeling that happens in a dream. And it serves, I must say, more reliable than the five local ones.
The "sixth sense" also told me the size of the beast: about the size of a wolf. He ran up the path that went around the terrace. And I followed his path with my eyes, without seeing him. (So we turn our gaze towards the source of the sound. But only here the leader was not hearing, but this "sixth sense".)
The beast was not completely invisible, however, as I noticed a moment later. A short black line, parallel to his movement, was visible, moving over the snow.
He disappeared from sight, climbing somewhere higher. Perhaps it was the subsequent events that played out in the dream that were the reason for his prudent flight.
I also wanted to walk along the paths. I moved a considerable distance from the hotel, descending closer to the river. A storm suddenly began on it. The milky white color of the waters changed to dark gray. Huge, foam-free waves zigzagged from shore to shore. The streams of the river collided, swirling with temporary funnels, and their vents carried along the rapids …
Promotional video:
Suddenly I noticed a complex object, which was carried by the current at an almost unimaginable speed. With such, which can only be near the waters of small mountain rivers. (And, by the way, the direction of movement of the object and water jets allowed us to conclude: this river, too, had a high and steep right bank, and the left bank was gentle, like the rivers of reality.) When the object was brought close enough that I could see it in detail, I realized: in front of me is a floating pier, which was ripped off by the current. Rectangular with a white canopy. And a small, orange boat is tied to it.
And a man was moving in the boat. He untied it and tried to get in it to the shore from which I was looking. He almost succeeded, but the boat suddenly capsized and immediately capsized. She and the one who was in it disappeared behind the cliff ledge, carried away by the current.
I saw that I had no opportunity to go down to the water itself, because this cliff was high and completely steep. Then I decided to return to the hotel and tell about what happened. Perhaps those who are there have the means to contact those who are able to help.
Climbing up to the place where the coastal slope crossed the ravine, I saw a gust of a nightmare hurricane moving from the upper reaches of the river. For the time being, the air was still around me, but there, higher up, he was driving a wave in front of him along the river, standing like a nodule. And snow swept away from the banks. I saw how last year's faded grass is exposed. As if a huge white carpet was rolling up, swiftly … I thought that this wind would easily blow me off the slope, like a feather.
I was lucky: I managed to go down to the bottom of the ravine before his arrival. And there I felt the force of the wind, but the danger was gone.
However, the hurricane prevented me from crossing to the other side of this ravine. His pressure left no way to climb the top - I was as if pressed to the bottom. And yet he tried to do something, moving at least along, if it was impossible to go up. And suddenly he groped for support.
It became dark in the ravine when a hurricane went over it, and I did not immediately consider what this support was. It was a boardwalk - like a very long ship ladder - laid from the bottom of the ravine to its edge. Wooden braces were installed along the entire length of the deck. Their lineup resembled the steps of a fire escape. I began to slowly rise, stepping on them and grabbing them with my hands.
The whole tree had a beautiful silvery hue. This is exactly what the wooden structures of the north always look like if they are exposed to a wet wind for a long time. And the wind above did not subside, by the way, and its strength continued to be felt.
But despite this, I moved up. And I realized that, for sure, I would be able to get out using this structure. And for some reason, the knowledge suddenly came, absolutely solid: this luck contains some kind of very significant victory!
And from this knowledge I woke up.
The most interesting thing: in the morning of that day, I learned that we suddenly had a new business partner. But only, as it was conveyed to me, it is far away … in Arkhangelsk.
I repeat: never before has this city appeared on my horizon in any way. But now, clearly indicated in a dream as a place of action, he immediately showed up in reality. I never had a chance to see a dream, which more clearly and quickly revealed itself as prophetic. What can be said about his events in this sense? Do they not also contain some kind of prediction? I have no information about this yet. Perhaps the future will provide it. Then I recorded all these events in such detail.
A hypothesis, which has been held in high esteem in mystical circles for several centuries already: the events that take place on earth are formed first on the astral plane. Above us there is a certain world - "thin", as it is sometimes called - and the matrix images are condensed. They descend from it to the earth, that is, into this world, where they condense and materialize. The history of mankind represents only a series of such realizations.
Recently, an interesting addition to this scheme was made by the American fiction writer Stephen King. He also postulated the existence of a certain world lower than ours. There, what has already happened in ours is gradually decompressed until it disappears completely. A sort of world-cleaner, inhabited by mystical vultures, an astral utilizer … And as a result, the scheme that opens up to the seers acquired symmetry.
King expressed this idea of the astral, so to speak, anti-world in the story "Langoliers". In 1995, a film was made on it. There is the following plot: several people from our world accidentally fall into this kingdom of decay and find it resembling hell … A similar idea was used by Ivan Turgenev back in 1878. It is given in a concentrated and very bold manner in his prose poem entitled: “The End of the World. Sleep".
Exactly, that it was Turgenev's dream. Here the dog is buried. Probably, the reader already has a question: we are discussing the case of a prophetic dream; and then the details about the structure of the astral world and about its interaction with ours? The answer is clear if we recall another hypothesis of the mystics. Which dreams are considered as journeys to the astral world. Putting this view together with what was said above, we can see: from our dreams it is really possible to recognize the future.
But why then do not all of them prophesy? There are at least two reasons. Not every dream is an astral journey. Of those that they are, a large share belongs, probably, to excursions to the astral anti-world, where, of course, material for prophecies is not found.
There are many stories of dreamers about wandering through the wilderness, where existence seemed to be exhausted. Everything is stamped with decay and decay … Probably, Andrey Lazarchuk described this sphere of ceasing being more thoroughly and more clearly. In his novel Tranquilium, it is named the Dusty World. There is also other evidence that the astral antiworld, discovered by Ivan Turgenev during one of his dream travels, has long since acquired devoted and scrupulous researchers.
But let's return to the prophecies that can be received in dreams. From time immemorial, on Russian soil such people were taken seriously. Legends were written about them. I happened to hear one of them in the village of Terskoye in 1997. We stayed there overnight before climbing Elbrus. And so, at the evening meal, the conversation turned to the antiquities of this mountainous region. And among other things, the hostess of the house, a Cossack woman, told us the legend about Beloyar's dream.
Bus (IV century A. D.), the prince of the ancient Beloyar family, was awarded a wonderful dream at the age of 12. He dreamed of a Husband whose face and hands radiated radiance, dressed in white. And Beloyar knew that he saw before him the Son of Heavenly Svarog himself. Who was born before all people and gods. [?] And the Husband said to Beloyar: "You will repeat My path."
The dream was told to the Magi, and they remembered that twenty thousand years ago Svarog appeared to the ancestor of the Russians Arius and predicted the coming incarnation of his Son, and commanded the Russians to serve him. [?] that the incarnation was completed, and called to be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ, about whom he told basically everything that ancient legends predicted about Dazhdbog.
"You will repeat My path", was heard in a dream by the prince, and this is what his fate was. Bus was baptized in the waters of the Nepra River, like Jesus in the Jordan. Bus confessed the God of the Triune Supreme - the Great Triglav or, as we say now, the Holy Trinity - and called this teaching the Way of Rule. At the same time, he not only did not condemn the worship of the Vedic gods, but earnestly patronized him. Bus believed Christianity to be the fulfillment of not the Old Testament, but many more ancient Vedic prophecies. He increased the size of his principality so much that it extended to the lands of Altai, the Caucasus and the Dnieper region. And everywhere he magnified Christians. And the glory of the deeds of Beloyar reached St. John Chrysostom, who wrote in those years: "The Scythians (Rus) and Sarmatians, each translating Holy Scripture into his own language, philosophize about these words."
Bus Beloyar appeared for Ruskolani in the same way that Constantine the Great was for Byzantium. [?] The scale was no less. And at the same time - exactly like his illustrious contemporary - Bus did not deviate from the faith of his ancestors. On the contrary, it was then that he received the highest degree of Vedic initiation: he became Pobud. And in this again the predicted fate is revealed. After all, the disciples called Christ Himself the King and High Priest, adding at the same time: The High Priest is not according to the order of Aaron (Jewish), but according to the order of Melchizedek (Jebusite, that is, ancient Vedic), as can be seen, for example, from the epistle of the Apostle Paul “To Jews”(Heb. 7:11).
And this was the result of the earthly life of this ruler, whose exploits surpassed the Konstantinovs and even the legendary King Arthur (also a contemporary of Bus). Amal Vinitarius, a barbarian, went to war against Ruskolan in 368. And in the first clash, Bus crushed his army. And Vinitarius vowed to take revenge on him terribly and, having gathered a new one, managed this time to win. And he captured Bus. And he gave him up to a cruel execution: crucifixion. “You will repeat My path” … Tradition says that Beloyar's disciples even saw his transformation on White Mountain (Elbrus), just as Christ was transformed on Mount Tabor.
There are other legends about prophetic dreams that came from the depths of antiquity. One of these was included in The Lay of Igor's Host. From the dream full of bizarre symbols, the Grand Duke Svyatoslav learns about the disasters that are in store for the Russian land. A prophetic dream - and also ominous - visited Prince Mal, and information about this was captured in the "Chronicler of Pereyaslavl of Suzdal".
Every Orthodox Christian father (patericon) contains detailed descriptions of prophetic dreams that were holy, both "subtle" and ordinary night dreams. Even today, believers maintain a serious attitude towards what they see in a dream. One of the songs of Hieromonk Roman, our contemporary, begins, as you know: "I had a dream - a very strange dream" …
What explains this belief in prophetic dreams, which is present throughout our many thousand-year history? Probably precisely because they come true. And many in all ages could tell stories like I described in the beginning. And it would probably be worth - in this light - to take more seriously the descriptions of prophetic dreams that prophesy about the formation of the third tsarist dynasty in Russia, messages about which have recently often appeared on the Internet.
