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In the depth of soul "God".

 Once I walked to a mirror  and looked at myself  - in my eyes were freedom and readiness to do something. I gazed attentively, there, there was freedom, readiness and, of course, wisdom. I looked through my eyes into my soul, and it gradually opened before me, my far horizon.

   I saw different colored grasses, blossomed flowers, flying birds and very beautiful cities, growing before my eyes, saw hearts, complete love, - this was life. I saw blood and pain, splinters and pieces, broken trees and rotten flowers, - and then this was death. I – and life, and death! Yes, this is so...

I saw the worlds, some growing, and others – dying or even perishing, and falling on them from above separated streams of power. It looked like fog, but in it was power and authority with which it carried all the worlds. And there, even  angler, interesting immense cloud of fog of my power – complete and without anything separating of dividing it. Hard and thick formation of dark color stayed on the way from the cloud to the worlds and breaking the fog into separate streams – there was my wish. Thin and light straight threads pulled from the worlds and from cloths of my wishes there, in direction to the glittering bright sphere – this is my conscience.

  I looked at the turning before ma a painting of myself and saw curved rays of changeable colors, which infiltrate everything and the worlds, and freedom. And power, and conscience. These rays didn't have a center, on the other hand they were skeleton, on which everything was held – this was my wisdom. Rays emitted from the clouds of power further, in an unmeasurable eternity and  there shirred all the colors of the rainbow. I saw, how my power gradually increased, growing only through the rays of wisdom but there, where there were different colored rays, there wasn't any fog – true power without wisdom was impossible. All this was me – it is my interior world, my soul. I listened. Power in the cloud splashed, like water in a lake, and then with the noise of waterfall flowing to the laying underworlds. Conscience knocked in tacks with the beating of my heart. And it's threads responded silver bell on these beats. Cloths of my wishes kept quite, strong, complete and closed in itself, and threads of wisdom sang its own song, change the color in rhythm with the shedding on melodies, and from that music on the soul became a lot clearer and brighter – thank you, my wisdom! Fragrant of water and fresh air waved in fabric of the existing world, this was the basic of life – it's unavoidable condition – and there, where they were was life, and where they were not, lead to death.