Excerpt from the book of Vladimir Megre “The Space of Love”
Vladimir – “Nothing comes about in the world all by itself. If you could attempt to create some kind of miracle in Novosibirsk city. No, not just any old miracle – what’s the point of a miracle which leaves people neither hot nor cold? If only you could grant, say; that every resident of the city became just a little bit richer and healthier – in other words, so that everyone in Novosibirsk could be happier – now for that, perhaps, people might plant an avenue. But I have an idea that all your forces of Light, even all told, would still not be able to bring that about, Anastasia. That is not within the grasp of anyone’s might.”
Anastasia – “You are right, Vladimir, nobody has power over human’s will. Human must still work out his own plan, his own destiny; whether it be for joy or sorrow. Each one’s conscious awareness will point out the path to follow.”
Vladimir – “But who then is toying with our awareness? Who is impeding us from choosing the path leading out of sorrow to joy?”
Anastasia – “Why grope for causes outside your own self, Vladimir? In accusing others, what do you hope to change? A feeling so great has arisen within you: to create something good for the citizens of your city- I find it very appealing. It is a thought I myself now must dream with…
Vladimir – ”Ah! Great indeed! I have it! Yes, that is it! All the people of Novosibirsk will go down in the history of our nation, for it is there that a generation of happy people will be born. Every one living there today will become happier right away.
Anastasia – “Let us think together what we can say to the people of this whole city you are concerned about, how we can learn to break through to each one’s heart and soul…”
Vladimir – ”And what do you want to say to each one of them?”
Anastasia – “That together they will all be able to re-create Shambala.” (Sbambala – a Tibetan word indicating “the source of happiness”.)
Vladimir -”And just what might this Shambala be? Elaborate more precisely.”
Anastasia – “People have been looking for eons for a holy place on the Earth. They think that it is called Shambala and anyone finds it can link with the wisdom of the Universe. However, no one has ever been able to find Shambala. Many have crossed through foreign nations looking for it since time began and they have not been able to find it, as long as they look for it externally. At the same time, everyone can grow Shambala inside and manifest it outwardly.”
Vladimir – “More specifically,” I interjected, “what must be done to establish a link with the wise Universe and to make one happier show me a step we can take here that lies not within ourselves? All that’s within ourselves is somehow unclear. Show me some outward things we need to sow, build or break?”
Anastasia – “Let each resident of the big city obtain a little nut from a resinous cedar cone, place it in his mouth and hold it there in his saliva. Let him plant it in a little pot of earth in his home and water the earth every day. Before watering he should put his fingers in the water, and should be in a good humour. And the main thing – he should be wishing good for himself, his children and descendants, and a conscious awareness of God. This he should do every day.
When the seed sprouts, one may share with it one’s innermost thoughts. On summer days and frost-free nights the little pot with the little sprout should be placed outdoors among other plants growing in the ground so that it can commune with stars, the Sun and the Moon, so that it may know the rain and the breeze and the spirit of the blades of grass all ’round, and then come back again to its friends, its parents. This may transpire many times now, while the desire is there and time allows.
The seedling will grow and develop through the ages a cedar, after all, will live more than five hundred years, beget offspring and tell the young cedars about the soul of those that cultivated them. When the sprout has grown in the home to about thirty centimetres, it may be planted in the earth in early spring. Have the city authorities allot at least one square metre of earth for their sprout to all those that have no plot of their own.
And these sprouts will be planted around the edge of the city, among the houses and in the centre of busy squares. Let each person take care of his sprout and help each other in this.
From the ends of the Earth people will come to this city to see and touch the sacred trees, and exchange at least a word or two with these happy people.”
Vladimir – “Why would people suddenly start coming here from all over the world? Now if only you could discover some kind of new sacred sites in Novosibirsk! Dolmens, for example, as in Gelendzhik. You told about the dolmens of Gelendzhik, and now seekers from various Russian cities and other lands are flocking to see them. I noticed that every day now they have tours to the dolmens.
And every year in September readers from many places come together for a conference. Artists organise exhibits, and they record things on video. And now, surprise of surprises, trees are growing in the city. Well, not actual trees yet, just cedar seedlings.”
Anastasia –“These will not be ordinary seedlings,” Anastasia pointed out. “They are like the ringing cedars. Warmed by the kindness of human hearts, having touched the human soul, they will take in the best rays the Universe has to offer and start giving them back to human. And human and the Earth together will begin to shine once more in that place – now and forever. And there will come a new conscious awareness, and discoveries of universal importance will go forth from such people through the whole Earth!
Do you know what a sacred site is? Believe me, Vladimir, you will come to know one in your own native city.”
Vladimir – “That’s all very tempting, of course,” I said. “But you know, Anastasia, there’s hardly anyone that’s going to take your word alone. There’s no way this can be known from our history books, and it’s not something our modern science is going to condone. Now, if there were just something a little more influential than you, someone better known with the proper credentials, who could show this…”
Anastasia –“The Koran makes some wise statements on the significance of trees. Buddha too got this wisdom when he went off for a long time into the woods. Tell me, Vladimir, you have been reading the Bible, have you not?”
Vladimir – “Yes I have, what of it?”
Anastasia – “The Old Testament notes that long before Christ Jesus’ birth the wisest of the Earth’s rulers, King Solomon, used cedar wood to build a temple to the glory of God and a house for himself. He hired a work force of considerable size to cut down the cedars and bring them in from far-off places. King Solomon was very wise, as the Bible says, and the Song of Songs he wrote has come down to us as an oasis of wisdom in the present day.
The Old Testament also tells us that toward the end of his days the wives of his harem from various lands and various faiths began leading Solomon away from his faith. He came to know a variety of faiths. And do you know which one satisfied him the most?”
Vladimir – “Which one?”
Anastasia – “The one where trees are not only cut down but also planted. And on his death-bed this wise king comprehended that his temporal house and temple would be destroyed, that his descendants would not be able to maintain their power or greatness. It would mean that the might of his kingdom would lapse into a void. And it all came about exactly as he had foreseen.
And to this day his soul is dismayed by the great mistake he had made. And the wise king realised that it was impossible to do a deed pleasing to God, and at the same time take the life of any of His own creations. The torment that affected his soul and many human souls extends through whole millennia, as they watch one mistake making itself again and again over thousands of years. But the mistake can be corrected, and then a splendid dawn will once more rise over the world. News of your city will spread through all the channels of the Earth and the Universe.
Of all the miracles on Earth that have come down to us today, nobody has ever heard of a city where every citizen thereof cultivated trees such as these this way with extraordinary love and tenderness of soul, thereby transforming their own city of stones into a true, living temple of the Universe, into a Space of Love. For this a whole conscious awareness is needed of the Divine, so may it, oh may it rise up so fine and good within each one’s heart, and do its destined part to help the Universe be understood.”
Vladimir – “Perhaps, just perhaps, there is a germ of rationality in what you’ve said, Anastasia, and I shall, perhaps, write about it, so that people may determine everything for themselves”
Anastasia – “Not everyone, perhaps, will understand the meaning of these words, and not right away. But in your city there are many scholars who will supplement in scientific words what I have begun to say; if you believe that people will understand them better than my own words.”
Vladimir -”And what if people create something like that in another city; other than Novosibirsk?”
Anastasia – ”Any city can be reborn. For achievements like these to be fulfilled, a different conscious awareness in people must be instilled, and when it appears, the face of cities will be changed for years to come. But among them there will be a first to perceive the Grace.”
Anastasia – “I ask you to not just read what I say as empty words, you need to make sense of what you have heard.”