THE RED BOOK
Access the full version of the authentic scriptures in its original language (Russian)
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Excerpts from the Scriptures
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“…If there are no the depths in us, where will the heights come from? But you fear the depths and are not willing to admit it…”
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“…You say: Christian God - is unbiasedness, that God is love. But what can be more bias than love?…”
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“People doubt God, reject its existence, so to have a rebirth of their own understanding of God…”
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Murder of the Hero
The blond hero is defeated and dead.
…Zigfrid, this blue-eye blond - the most loyal and brave German hero, - he had to die from my hand! He had everything I valued as great and magnificent. He was my strength and my pride. I would have been defeated by him in a fair battle so I chose to commit a violent murder. In the fight with Zigfrid I could only survive via deception and cunning. But don’t be fast to judge me!
Only imagine what Zigfrid meant to Germans! And what it took for me - a German - to murder Zigfrid! That is why I almost preferred to kill myself in order to save him. But I now have to continue to live and find a new god...”
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Desert
…My Soul is leading me to a desert - the desert of my own being. I did not know before that my very being - is a desert, - burnt, red-hot, dusty and anhydrous. The journey goes through hot sands. I walk slowly, drawn at every step, without any set goal, led only by hope. How dark is this wasteland. It seems, this journey takes me further away from people. I walk, step by step, following the journey and I not know how long it is.
Why is my being a desert? Perhaps I lived too long among people and objects of this world? Why do I avoid my own being? Why didn’t I appreciate myself? But by doing so I avoided the temple of my Soul. And even when I turned away from people and objects of this world, I fell into my thoughts, but I haven’t become myself, haven’t found my being that is opposed to thoughts. I must raise above my thoughts - raise towards my being. That’s where my journey leads, and that is why it is taking me away from people and objects of this world into solitude. Does solitude mean to be yourself? Being with myself becomes solitude only if my being is a desert….”
“Одни преклоняются перед разумом и строят на этом принципе искусство жить. Они тщательно упражняются в размышлениях и в предвидении, одновременно утрачивая страстность. Оттого они всегда стары и имеют строгое выражение лица. Другие люди любят страсть: они практикуют чувствование и проживание, но забрасывают мышление, поэтому они - вечно молоды и вечно слепы. Мир мыслящих основан на мысли; мир чувствующих - на чувстве. В обоих мирах найдёшь ты и истину, и заблуждение.”