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Treasures of Shambhala (antistress story)

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    I finally went ahead and translated my book into English. The translation is of poor quality-almost entirely machine-generated-and I"m not even sure if it will be of any use. But I really wanted to show the book to some people who definitely wouldn't be able to read the original. Or rather, not so much show it to them as simply give them some idea of ​​what it"s about. I have no way of getting a proper professional translation done._____________Я всё-таки сделала перевод моей книги на английский язык. Перевод этот плохого качества, почти полностью автоматический. И я даже не знаю, будет ли от него какая-то польза. Но мне очень уж хотелось показать мою книгу некоторым людям, которые прочесть оригинал точно не смогут. Точнее, не показать даже, а просто дать хотя бы дать представление о том, что там написано. А сделать настоящий профессиональный перевод у меня нет никакой возможности.
  I finally went ahead and translated my book into English. The translation is of very poor quality-almost entirely machine-generated-and I"m not even sure if it will be of any use. But I really wanted to show the book to some people who definitely wouldn't be able to read the original. Or rather, not so much show it to them as simply give them some idea of ​​what it"s about. I have no way of getting a proper professional translation done.
  
  
  
  Я всё-таки сделала перевод моей книги на английский язык. Перевод этот очень плохого качества, почти полностью автоматический. И я даже не знаю, будет ли от него какая-то польза. Но мне очень уж хотелось показать мою книгу некоторым людям, которые прочесть оригинал точно не смогут. Точнее, не показать даже, а просто дать хотя бы дать представление о том, что там написано. А сделать настоящий профессиональный перевод у меня нет никакой возможности.
  
  
  
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  We arrived in the evening. The sky was dark, and there was a lot of greenery all around. Lanterns glowed between the trees like fireflies. Now we were walking to our new house. It was low, as if made of clay. There was grass and trees all around, dew on the grass. And the bushes were all in bloom.
  
   We're getting closer and going up the stairs. In front of the house is a terrace, covered in greenery. It looks like vines, dark green leaves. And white flowers are hidden among the leaves. Their scent, very subtle, fills the air.
  
   On the terrace, lamps with patterns and inscriptions look like something ancient. And above them, a haze glows. We know it's safe. There's nothing dangerous here.
  
   Light metal bells hang in front of the door-entire clusters. We touch them, and they ring so melodically. The sound carries across the porch in the evening air. And vines hang nearby. They are like a blanket that hides us from the street.
  
   Our room is right next door. There's a soft rug on the floor. The walls are all beige, and in the alcove stands a bed with a bright blue bedspread. There's a table, a lamp on the table, notebooks, pens, pencils, and markers. And flowers on the windowsill. In the bathroom, water flows from a gold-plated faucet. Cold hands feel warm under the warm water. And scented soap! They were waiting for us and had everything ready.
  
   Now we'll have tea. And the tea here is magical, restoring youth. And real dishes from Shambhala! It's all glazed, with relief designs. A large copper teapot with something engraved on it. It glistens in the lamplight.
  
   We're hugging the sheep pillow. It's very curly, we love it. Now we'll put on pajamas. Soft as a tracksuit. And we'll hide on the bed, under the blanket. This bed is interesting; it's in an alcove, and it's very cozy. It's like we're in a tent, on a hike.
  
   On the bedspread is a book about the secrets of night dreams, and on the cover are flowers and a mountain stream. Everything is so bright, shimmering. We want to lie down under the covers and read this book, turning on the flat lamp on the wall. The inhabitants of Shambhala have mastered the art of seeing whatever they want in their dreams. And we will soon learn this too. And the lamp is a real flying saucer!
  
   We hear the wind blowing outside and the trees rustling. We read a book about the secrets of sleep. Then we turn off the light and lie down. We remember the bridge we walked across today. It connects two mountains. It's a bridge that takes you from the outside world straight to Shambhala. And we walked across it! We walked, holding onto the railing, looking ahead. But in reality, it's very sturdy.
  
   We hear the wind blowing outside and the trees rustling. We read a book about the secrets of night dreams. Then we turn off the light and lie down. We remember the bridge we walked across today. It connects two mountains. It's a bridge that takes you from the outside world straight to Shambhala. And we walked across it! We walked, holding onto the railing, looking ahead. But in reality, it's very sturdy.
  
   In our dreams, we fly. We bounce along the road among the trees. It doesn't happen right away, but it does. And we fly! We rise higher, branches and leaves nearby, we fly over the forest. And ahead - bodies of water! Lots of them. We fly over the water and see water lilies, their large, rounded leaves lying on the surface. The water lilies here are all multicolored, but we see lilac ones most often.
  
   We wake up before dawn. And we see that we are in a new house. The house is incredibly cozy. There is so much greenery outside the window, as if we were in a greenhouse. And we are in our favorite green pajamas. We were told that if we are uncomfortable here, we can always ask for help. After all, we recently moved here and are still getting used to it. But we are very comfortable here. We are in Shambhala! And we go back to the bed.
  
   It's a sunny morning. We wash our faces; the water in Shambhala seems crystal clear. We love looking at it and touching it. The shampoo and soap smell like grass and flowers. And the towels are all so soft. It's as if someone is caring for us. And they really are - everyone here loves us very much. Even those who don't know us yet.
  
   From the terrace, we see the lake glittering in the distance. We go outside. The sun is already rising. We walk along a beige path among the trees, and birds are singing all around. In the distance, someone is playing a flute. And a stream is babbling. There are streams and many different fountains between the trees. In hot weather, this is very comfortable.
  
   Flowers! There are so many flowers here! Soft pink, with velvety petals. And how wonderful they smell! Butterflies fly around them, flapping their wings.
  
   We meet a friend who's been living here for a long time. He's going to show us how things work here. We haven't quite settled in yet. This is Shambhala, after all!
  
   At home, we drink tea together. And we become younger. Every day. Tibetan rejuvenating tea. And there are others, we'll all try them. We drink tea, eat sweets and sandwiches. There are wonderful sweets with chocolate here. And some with jam. The food is all simple and very tasty. All this came to the outside world from here, from Shambhala. And everything tastes much better here.
  
   After breakfast, we rest. We go outside and walk to a clearing. Now we'll sit under a tree and restore our peace of mind. Listen to the birds and the flute. And the stream. Everything around us sings and plays, striving for harmony.
  
   We take a sketchbook and pencils, which are very convenient for drawing. We draw colorful bushes on paper, one bush with each pencil. And then Tibetan lotuses - we learn to draw them correctly. We drew several lotuses.
  
   We're gradually immersing ourselves in Shambhala. For now, all we see is what resembles things in the outside world. But soon we'll be able to see the real Shambhala.
  
   We're bringing everything indoors. Now we'll go back outside. Where there's sun and summer. And meadows with flowers, and groves. We've been invited to go to a waterfall. It's also not far from our house.
  
   We walk and look at the buildings-they all seem to be made of clay, and their roofs are often golden. And everything is covered in greenery. And in the distance, we see completely different structures-tall towers, like precious stones. And a little lower, wooden buildings, like oriental castles, and between them, gardens and fountains. And so our valley stretches to the very horizon. And to the right and left, we have mountains; they protect us from the wind, and therefore the weather here is always very mild.
  
   We haven't memorized where everything is yet, and we don't stray far from home. Our friends have arranged to meet us right in the gazebo next to the neighboring buildings. We quickly find the gazebo. We approach and greet everyone, folding hands. Our friends have also just been drawing. And we can leave our drawing supplies right here in the gazebo. And we head toward the grove.
  
   The trees part, and we see a waterfall. The water falls right onto the stones - large and gray. There are many flowers around. They are very different - pink, white and lilac. And greenery all around. So much greenery! We sit on the stones and look at the water. The stones here are smooth and warm, almost even hot - the sun shines on them. The ones in the shade are cold. Cold and wet, dark gray. The water sparkles in the sun, we touch it. It is clear, fish are swimming in it. They swim away and hide, they have their own kingdom under the water. We look at the water. And we think we are now home. We are in Shambhala!
  
   At home, we drink chamomile tea. And mint. And there's rosehip tea here too. And grapes-big and juicy. Lying on a plate. And dinner-potatoes. And vegetables. The word "potato" always reminded us of dinner. And when we eat potatoes for dinner, we get a special pleasure from it.
  
   We love typing. Just sitting and typing. Pressing soft keys. We do that now too. We have a favorite pastime here - taking pictures of something cute and beautiful and then showing them to everyone. Messages can be written on textures - silk and velvet and vintage paper. The background is blue, and the emblem is morning glory. We wish everyone a good evening. And we're going to meet. They'll show us something interesting. Something we've never seen before.
  
   It's already evening. The sky is all dark blue, very dark above. And there's a bright stripe on the horizon, pale orange. The moon is rising. The large lake seems to glow. Next to the lake is a dark, quiet tree and pale pink flowers somewhere in the grass. We walk along the path to the tree and hug it. It's so wide and rough, its branches hang right above us. And yet it's very confident. And nearby are bushes - very curly. There are also white flowers on vines - their fragrance spreads around. And gazebos with light bulbs in them.
  
   We're walking along a path; it's sandy, soft, and very comfortable. There are streetlights all around. Now we'll meet some friends and go with them to the space center. We'll look at other galaxies. And we also know that from here we can send a message to the outside world in the form of drawings in the sky.
  
   Now we're going to sail across the water. The space center is on the other side of the lake. There's a small wooden pier here. We meet near it. We wish everyone good evening, folding our hands, and bow. And they bow to us too. We board the boat. But this is no ordinary boat. It moves on its own. And we sit in it and look around.
  
   Everything is so beautiful here! The tall buildings glow in the dark. Their contours glow. And you can see a bridge in the distance, connecting the mountains. It glows too-a small, glowing dot, and there's lots of greenery all around. Someday we'll be there again. But for now, we're floating straight to the space center.
  
   Another wooden pier. We disembark. In the distance, we see the building we're looking for, resembling a huge blue gemstone. We drive up in a round, self-driving car and walk across a large clearing. We enter the blue building, which glows with a warm, lamp-like light from the inside. We're inside a gemstone! Our friend used to work here too. And he plans to return when he regains his composure.
  
   There's a large silver bowl on the first floor, containing precious stones and metals. Minerals from distant stars. You can touch them-they're all safe. There's a museum here, collecting the most interesting things that have come from space. We walk around it, and they show us everything. There's also a huge collection of amazing space phenomena-everything captured with a telescope. You can see them on a big screen, covering the entire wall.
  
   We're going straight to the roof in the elevator. We're about to see other galaxies! Right now, in just a few minutes! The telescope here is unusual. It's also made from a large precious stone.
  
   And then we heard something unexpected.
  
   "So, there's life on other planets?! And you've seen it?!"
  
   "We've seen it."
  
   Then we decided life on other planets would be shown to us next time - just now we are not ready for that.
  
   And we saw the starry sky. We flew to each planet in turn. So much is floating in space! And here, every pebble is visible. We left the solar system and headed further. A multicolored glow. Something flashes and spins. Such beauty that cannot be found on Earth; it exists only in space. And here we can peer into the farthest corners of our universe.
  
   "The most important thing is that we can now extract the minerals we need right in space!" say space center employees.
  
   There's a cafe on the ground floor. The walls are silver-it's as if we're inside a flying saucer. And all the furniture is silver, too. We're drinking tea and eating tangerines. We're really enjoying everything. But today we're a little upset-because we can't yet fully participate in the life of Shambhala. We're not ready for that yet. We felt uncomfortable and decided we needed help. We talked about our experiences, and they consoled us. They told us that Shambhala offers training programs-the most interesting in the world. We could start with something very simple.
  
   Everything in the bathroom is also silver. We wash our hands and look in the mirror. There are many mirrors here. And we experience our strange feelings. It all looks like the outside world, but we notice more and more differences. They are in the little things. But these little things are so important that in the end, they decide everything.
  
   We go outside. And we see a shimmering beam rising into the dark sky. And then a whole armful of beams. They're rising from the blue building we were just in. An energy conservation experiment will be taking place at the space center when the aurora lights appears in the sky. It can sometimes be seen here above the mountains.
  
   We're heading home in a self-driving, circular car. It's late, and we're sleepy. We go into our house, climb into bed, and sleep for a long time. We're very tired today. And we have a lot to think about.
  
   In the morning, we drink tea again. Now we don't have to worry - we won't age anymore. On the contrary, we get younger every day.
  
   It's a very joyful day. We're going outside again. We listen to the birds and look at the lake. Today we'll have a celebration. We were tired of yesterday's excitement, so we'll only participate in one. And celebrations happen often here.
  
   We love Shambhala. We know it's the best place on our planet. But we haven't quite settled in yet. Shambhala offers so much comfort that it can feel overwhelming. But that wears off with time. Getting used to comfort is quite easy.
  
   There are so many resources here. So many that everyone has more than enough. When we first move to Shambhala, we are immediately surrounded by care. We rest and do simple, enjoyable things. Then we learn to do increasingly complex things. And no one rushes us; our standard of living doesn't depend on our skills. It's the same for everyone here-very high, much higher than that of rich people in the outside world. They can't even imagine such a thing.
  
   In Shambhala, we wear simple clothes, usually solid colors. This is good for our eyesight and doesn't distract from ourselves. Our clothes are usually brightly colored, making them look like they belong in sportswear or casual wear. All of our clothes are very comfortable, and our shoes are also very comfortable. And we always feel like we're on vacation.
  
   There are a lot of clothes here from the outside world. From different countries and eras. Sometimes we wear them-when we feel like it. When we're in the right mood. We can act out scenes that help us heal emotional trauma. But today we wear what we normally wear and immerse ourselves in childhood. A normal childhood-with sunny meadows and ice cream, songs and fairy tales. And creativity.
  
   We gather in the meadow during the day and draw pictures on the theme of "World Peace." We have lots of paints, pencils, and markers. We have to draw a flower. And clouds. Waves and palm trees. A horse and an elephant. And a kind bow. And some are better at drawing backgrounds-we don't know how yet, but we will soon. We end up with many such pictures. And each one is a collective creation! Our planet is depicted everywhere in them. And stars.
  
   We stroll through the fields and groves; when we're not painting, we relax. By evening, we have a whole exhibition ready. We walk around and look at all our paintings. They're being displayed in another public building, one we haven't been to yet. And later, we'll show them to the outside world. And it will be kind. It definitely will be. A kind bow should save everything.
  
   It starts raining outside in the night. We fall asleep warm and cozy. It's cloudy outside in the morning. We sit at home and knit a blanket, listen to music, and have a rest. And the music here is very wonderful. It calms and awakens all your strength - very softly, lifting you on the waves. Buddhist flutes and bells, and the water flows, and gurgles, and shimmers. And the birds sing. Now it's raining outside, so we listen to music that doesn't gurgle. We feel more comfortable this way.
  
   We have lots of yarn, it's colorful, we brought it from our old house. We adore colorful blankets. And we also have lots of books. They are the most interesting in the world - about the mysteries of the universe and the laws of nature. We will read them and gradually learn everything.
  
   We're talking to friends over video chat-it appears easily on the wall here. They say that geographically we're in Asia, which is why the weather is like this. But there won't be any more rain in the next few days, only at night.
  
   Towards evening, the sun appears. We sit on the balcony, wrapped in blankets. They wrap us up. They ask if we are comfortable. And we are very comfortable! Gradually, we awaken. The outside world is already a thing of the past.
  
   The blankets are purple, made of soft wool. The railings here are wooden, and the roof is tiled. The roof has rounded edges, and the tiles are golden. We drink cocoa and look at the mountains. We are in a public building - a very tall one. And the view from the balcony is wonderful. The mountains are covered in snow, and above clouds drift slowly - white and slightly pink. The rain recently stopped, the air is clean and fresh. Evening in Shambhala!
  
   We hold soapwood prayer beads. We look at the mountains and talk about how everything is arranged here in Shambhala. We're at the very beginning of the valley now. But very soon we'll set off on a journey. We'll float down the river and fly over the mountains, and then cross a bridge that glows at night. We need to see the sacred tower, where the very heart of Shambhala resides. And the many works of art-they're simply countless here. After all, we have plenty of free time.
  
   And there are also things here completely unknown to the outside world. Multiple moons in the sky, mountain rivers flowing upward, glowing mist right in the valley, stars in the grass and planets in the flowers, magical creatures. But they are all very kind. So many different wonders that we have never seen before and never even imagined existed. This is the real Shambhala. Soon we will be able to experience it.
  
   A velvety evening. It's getting dark, the fireflies are lit. There are many lights in the city ahead of us, but they're all in the distance. A yellow light burns on the balcony.
  
   We're going into the room. We're going to do spiritual practices. There are lamps on bronze stands in this room. It's as if we're in an unfamiliar temple here. Something Tibetan, ancient. There are paintings and inscriptions on the blue walls, and the curtains on the windows are burgundy and yellow. We can turn on the overhead light, but we prefer this.
  
   We sit on the carpet and cushions on the floor, holding the prayer beads in our hands. A nice girl plays the flute. Everyone here is very nice. And we remember that everything here is safe, everyone is kind.
  
   Besides the prayer beads there are also balls here. We can hold them in your hands, they're very soft. This makes it as comfortable as possible for us to speak. We're all sitting on pillows and imagining ourselves floating on a cloud. We're holding the balls in our hands. We've already been told that to feel good, we should imagine ourselves constantly on a cloud. It's very soft. It embraces us and supports us. And a golden light spreads through our bodies, warm and comforting. We especially need that tonight.
  
   We're sitting on a cloud and talking about how here in Shambhala, there's nothing superfluous. That's why we live so well. Of course, we're also concerned with material things-we're not ethereal. We need a lot to live comfortably. That's why we're all friends-so we can grow richer together.
  
   There's no arguing here, but rather a collaborative search for solutions. If someone bites, we say, "Don't bite." We ask, "Why are you biting? How can we help you?" And if they give us a clear answer, we really will help. We know how to do that.
  
   That's why we live so well. We've already automated all the hard work and are extracting valuable minerals from space. We can cure any disease, even aging. And we can calculate the entire economy on a computer. This is the heart of Shambhala.
  
   We are eternally young and very beautiful. That's why we are attractive to everyone. We became this way because we are kind. And if we are angry, we beat the drums. And roll on the floor on a soft mattress. And ask for help. We complain. We can cry. They will understand and console us. And together we will figure out how to move forward. When there is a particularly difficult task, it is better to solve it together. This will make everyone richer.
  
   We also wish the outside world all the best. Soon, the inhabitants of Shambhala will again attempt to contact it and share their treasures. We know where they are hidden. The treasures of Shambhala will be received by all who appreciate our message.
  
   We sit until nightfall. We walk around the room and go out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. There are instruments with magical strings here. This is our favorite heavenly music. We love listening to it while looking at the sky and the mountains.
  
   And we were taught a very important dance. It's usually performed to the accompaniment of singing bowls and flutes. It allows one to release a great deal of energy, removing tension and barriers that hinder free thinking. The body becomes lighter and seems to soar. The whole world awakens, becomes brighter. This dance holds a special place in the culture of Shambhala.
  
   And we tried to dance it right there. It all starts with the movement of the arms. You have to stand and imagine that they are rising on their own. And they rise. And then they want to move - to the sides and in a circle. And they make waves. We freeze and then start moving again. The important thing is that the body moves effortlessly. It makes all the movements on its own.
  
   And we began dancing on the balcony to heavenly music. The balcony here is wide, illuminated by yellow lamps. A breeze picked up, and we suddenly realized how much we enjoyed waving our arms, gazing at the starry sky.
  
   We talked in the room about the importance of this dance. And we decided that soon we would go dancing in the nature. In our most beautiful clothes and jewelry. We would film it all and then look at ourselves. They do it here too, and we love it.
  
   We talked in the room about the importance of this dance. And we decided that soon we would go dancing outdoors, in the nature. In our most beautiful clothes and jewelry. We would film it all and then look at ourselves. They do it here too, and we love it.
  
   Late at night, we arrive home and hug a sheep pillow. As we sat wrapped in a blanket on the balcony today, we had a wonderful feeling - we were home in Shambhala! We especially love this feeling. We can go into any building, take things from public spaces. Like a library. After all, we are good, kind, and considerate. That's why we were invited here from the outside world. Shambhala is very rich. And it loves to share its treasures.
  
   We wake up to a sunny morning. They call us again - inviting us to a meeting. Several people come in right after us. We'll have some rest again. After all, we just arrived.
  
   We wake up to a sunny morning. They call us again - inviting us to a meeting. Several people immediately come to invite us. We will have another rest. After all, we just arrived.
  
   The weather is fine, and we're going berry picking. Raspberries grow in the forest-very large and sweet. We've never seen raspberries like these before; they only grow in Shambhala. We walk among the bushes, collecting them in our baskets. There are also many trees with large, dark green leaves.
  
   We're walking in the forest. We're told that our valley always has a very long summer. Autumn is pleasant, and spring comes immediately almost after all. But there are also particularly cold days after the winter solstice, when the outside world celebrates the New Year. On these days, she appears-the New Year's Shambhala. We'll see her, too.
  
   And in the next few days, we can go to the mountains. There are unique cave temples there. Enormous mirrored halls where crystals of light rise to the vaults. The main treasures of Shambhala are there. Behind a door of polished black stone is a large hall where everything is blue and turquoise. And rock crystal. All this glows with a mysterious light. But in Shambhala, everything is safe. And on the wall hangs a mirror. It is round, like a screen. When we touch it, it comes to life and shows us our planet. And what we can do to improve the situation in the world. Today, a group of our comrades is heading there; by evening we will know everything. And this very night, phenomena in the sky are expected - very beautiful ones. They only happen here, in the Himalayas. We remember them. We discussed this three days ago at the space center.
  
   We go home and bring back some raspberries for lunch. And for lunch, we have noodles with mountain herbs. Then we drink tea again, read, and knit. We'll give our knitted blanket as a gift. Everyone here loves things like that, too. We really love knitting. And gradually we'll knit a lot of things, for ourselves and as gifts for our new friends. We want to do at least something for them.
  
   In the evening, the windows of the cafe are lit up. We go there with our new friend. Now we talk often. This cafe is on the first floor of our building. Everything there is automated. There is a large window, and outside it are bushes and trees. And the flowers on the bushes are very curly, lilac-pink. The walls of the house are also entwined with greenery. Vines hang outside the windows - like curtains. We are sitting at the table. Here, too, everything is beige, and the dishes are dark brown and glazed, with sacred inscriptions on them. And golden jugs. We drink coffee from glazed cups, eat chocolate with flower petals.
  
   Our new friend has been living in Shambhala for a very long time. And he was the one who helped us move here the most. More than a month has passed since then. When we first arrived, we had some very big problems to solve. And they helped us, our health improved. And thanks to the magical tea, we became younger.
  
   And so, for the fifth day, we've been living the simple life of Shambhala. We've learned something, tried something. We feel good here and don't want to remember the past. But we already know that a new message for the outside world is being discussed. And we've been informed that participation is optional. Because we need rest.
  
   We need to do something simple and enjoyable. Read interesting books, knit cozy blankets, draw and write. Go for walks, observe nature. Participate in celebrations, try to learn something. Listen to the song of the stream and the heavenly strings, singing bowls and flutes. And especially watch films filmed in Shambhala. We need to get to know and understand it well now.
  
   There are many wonderful activities that are suitable for us now. But we need to be careful about engaging in difficult conversations. If we do engage in them, we need to remember that we are in Shambhala and are under no obligation to communicate with the outside world. It's still too difficult for us.
  
   We talked about this with our new friend while sitting in a café. We also learned that the mountain mirror can read people's thoughts. It recognizes particularly subtle signals that the human brain sends into space. They are also called vibrations. But it doesn't read our thoughts in detail. All this is necessary only to find all the people who are close to the principles of Shambhala. We were found in exactly the same way. And we are very glad that this mirror exists. We are very grateful to it. But first and foremost, we are grateful to all the inhabitants of Shambhala. We love them very much.
  
   It got chilly towards evening. We both went into the tall building we'd been in yesterday. We took a basket of raspberries with us. We have a lot of them, and we want to share. We left the raspberries in the room, grabbed pillows and blankets, and went out onto the balcony. We really want to see the celestial phenomena. But they'll only happen at night.
  
   And we decided to rest in silence for now. The instruments with their magical strings are still here on the balcony. But we'll listen to them later. We are embraced. We wrap ourselves in a purple blanket, wanting to sleep. And we hear the evening sounds straight from the mountain forest. They're far away. Dissolving into the air...
  
   We woke up suddenly. The sky was already completely dark. We were told that our comrades had arrived. We went out to meet them in the room. They were tired today, but now they would rest and have a cup of tea with raspberries. With our raspberries, which we picked today!
  
   The overhead light is on in the room. The lighting makes us feel like we're in a museum. But this is a simple room in a public building. It's very cozy, like all the rooms in Shambhala. And we still feel like it's a temple. The curtains, paintings, and inscriptions create a special atmosphere. We feel good here. We know no one will harm us.
  
   On a carved wooden bench, we notice large bunches of mountain herbs. They were also picked today. And we smell their aroma. It's wonderful. It evokes something from childhood, when we used to go out into the countryside. All this evokes special feelings in us, and they are very powerful. We want to understand them and comprehend them. We seek peace.
  
   Meanwhile, a fascinating conversation began in the room-a discussion of Shambhala's message to the outside world. We decided to write down the most valuable thoughts we heard on this matter. Especially since we love writing with pen and paper. And it would be especially gratifying to record true wisdom from Shambhala. We found the notebook and pen right here in this building, but on a different floor. We brought them back to the previous room.
  
   We really liked the notebook's cover. It showed a blue sky, bright stars, and a cloud. And in the middle, a moon, hiding right behind it. We'd actually seen a moon like that in the sky once before. Then we noticed that the cloud seemed to glow from within. As if there was some unusual object there. And for a second, we even had a glimmer of hope that they had come for us. But then we saw that it was, after all, just the moon. And we were very upset. Not everyone can understand this-how terrifying it is when only a miracle can save you, yet it simply refuses to happen.
  
   Today's conversation in this room was rather brief. But it also revealed something interesting. And for us, something especially important. We realized once again how much we love Shambhala. It truly is wonderful-the most sensible place in the world.
  
   The question of which inhabitants of the outside world can be trusted with knowledge of Shambhala's technologies is once again being debated. After all, in order to apply them, one must first truly understand and feel it. Especially why it is always ahead.
  
   For example, it's essential to know that most of our scientific discoveries were made by people who were little valued in the outside world. Or not valued at all, considered weak. But in Shambhala, they know this is wrong. The things they don't consider necessary are "personal strength" and the ability to rely on oneself in everything. To become truly strong, we need something else-our friendship, support, and care. And the technologies we create thanks to our friendship, mutual support, and care, and then we all use what we've created together.
  
   People who are deeply connected to all of Shambhala's principles are invited to Shambhala. They are helped to express themselves and discover their full potential in the most comfortable environment. And youth is easily restored thanks to the magical tea. We have the opportunity to start anew, with a wealth of life experience and knowledge. We have already shared the recipe for the magical tea. It has long been known in the outside world. But along with the recipe comes the instruction: one must not only drink tea, but also be kind and strive for unity. Then the magic of tea will manifest. But for the outside world, these words are too general; they are paid too little attention. Or not at all.
  
   We wrote all this down in a notebook. The conversation ends; it's time for us all to go to the balcony. The celestial phenomena will begin soon. We'll put the notebook down on the table now. On the balcony, we approach the railing and look at the mountains. Nearby are lanterns and a yellow haze above them. And a breeze flutters here, bringing us the scent of pine trees-straight from the mountain forest. And in the distance, we can already hear thunder. It's getting louder.
  
   And then a glow appears over the mountains. It's bright pink and radiant! The mountains turn a velvety pink. A little later, we see a bright green glow. And the mountains seem to become covered in moss. We see rays of light - green, pink, and bright lilac, and beneath them, the mountains - always multicolored, velvety.
  
   And we feel strange. As if very cozy, because we still want to sleep. But we are troubled by various thoughts. When we fell asleep here on the balcony, we dreamed of something from the past. And then we woke up and remembered that we were in Shambhala. And we like everything about it. But very often we think about people from the outside world. Just like all the inhabitants of Shambhala. And we know that for centuries they have been searching for a solution to the problem - how to make our entire planet Shambhala? And now we are thinking too. We cannot help but think.
  
   Or maybe we're just not used to it yet. The sounds, the smells, the things-everything here is still unfamiliar to us. But the hardest thing for us to get used to is that we're now understood and will never be abandoned again. We know this, but we still can't believe it. It's still too difficult for us. Too magical. Often we want to cry.
  
   We remembered how we flew here on a vimana. They wanted to bring us here as quickly as possible because we were ill. And we flew in from the wrong side, not where the bridge connecting the mountains is. And yet this bridge has a very special significance here. It's like a gateway. A connection between Shambhala and the outside world.
  
   Once we had regained our health, we decided to cross the bridge. Climbing the mountains here is very easy. We did it together with our new acquaintance. The day was drawing to a close. The rays of the setting sun streamed very softly and embraced us. We left Shambhala, reached the outside world, and turned back. Below, we saw a river-a narrow ribbon. But we weren't afraid. We already knew that everything in Shambhala was safe. And then we returned to our valley. Darkness and coolness descended on the city. And we went to our new home.
  
   But most of all, we remember the boat ride to the space center. The dark, quiet tree and the wooden dock. And we really want to get there that evening.
  
   After the rain stopped, the two of us decided to walk past the lake and then return home. There was someone walking nearby. But it was still pretty deserted at this time of day. A few lanterns were burning here and there, patches of light between the trees.
  
   It's good that our new friend is here with us. We discuss all our problems with him. He moved here once, too, and the circumstances were similar. He understands us better than anyone. Now we're discussing something especially important. And very personal.
  
   One of the coming nights, we might go to a fairytale garden. We've been there once before. We remember that evening. Benches surrounded by fragrant flowers and shaded by trees. Medicinal herbs in the flowerbeds. Lanterns hanging in the air, fountains everywhere. And juicy plums on the trees. We picked them, washed them in crystal water, and ate them right there, strolling through the garden. And when we reached the gate, we realized we were now healthy.
  
   But deep in this garden there is a pond. We have never been there before. Now we will approach it. There are lotuses in it, they lie on the water and float freely. We must give them to each other. That is the custom here. And we will be happy. We will forget the past.
  
   In the morning, fog rose over our valley. The houses and trees were drowned in it. We were in a second-floor apartment, where the walls were completely paneled with wood. It looked like a mountain cabin. We slept all morning on lilac silk and under a lilac blanket. The bath here is also lilac, with multicolored fragrant foam. We are resting.
  
   And then we received a message. We were invited to an important meeting at the Palace of Clouds. It's located on a high mountain. It's very beautiful there. And there's something magical there, too. Something we'd only heard about in legends and stories before. And today we'll see it in real life.
  
   We sense Shambhala, but we still can't understand it. And so much has happened in the last few days-like a lifetime. Getting used to some things is difficult. But we always remember that we are now in Shambhala. And nothing could be better on whole our planet for us.
  
   We go outside and look at the flower beds. Soon the weather will be hot, and then we'll go water them-that's our dream. Usually, a robotic gardener waters them here, but we want to do the same.
  
   There are a lot of these robots here. They all look like they're made of copper, something shiny. They don't bother us at all, they just work quietly. They're all cute and small, too. They look like teapots. Or boxes.
  
   From afar, we see something majestic. The Palace of Clouds, perched on a mountaintop. Surrounding it are many coniferous trees. And unusual bushes-blue and lilac. We're not yet accustomed to such bushes. But the Palace of Clouds surprised us. It has tiled roofs. But they're all lilac, too! We've never seen anything like this before. And we already know it's no coincidence. The inhabitants of Shambhala are very fond of this color.
  
   We also heard music-the sounds of a Tibetan trumpet. And we were a little surprised-now these sounds don't seem harsh at all. On the contrary, they are calming and create a mood. We feel no longer alone. All of Shambhala is with us. And we feel comfortable here.
  
   We're driving along a mountain road among bushes and trees in a self-driving, round car. Then we get out and see a staircase leading up, straight to the Palace of Clouds. The car drives away, carrying someone descending from the mountains. The two of us climb straight up the stairs. The view of the neighboring mountains opens up before us, ever wider. A river flows below. How many waterfalls there are! They all glow in the sun. Sparkle, play. And the greenery seems translucent.
  
   And here before us is the Palace of Clouds. We greet our friends. We fold our hands and bow. We've brought soapwood beads, a notebook, and a pen. We'll be jotting down valuable thoughts again. But it's best to imagine this is just an ordinary meeting with friends. And a moment of relaxation.
  
   There's a small garden near the Palace of Clouds. The flowers there are absolutely wonderful. They grow only in the mountains. Fluffy white, silky blue, lilac-pink, and red-orange. They themselves are like jewels. And around the perimeter of the building, we see paths of yellow flowers. They explain to us that these colors improve our health. All the colors of the world are gathered here. This will help us. And today we'll also try tea with the most delicious mountain herbs. They are picked right on the slopes near the Palace of Clouds.
  
   The inside of the Palace of Clouds is simple. It resembles a hotel. The walls are all wooden, and there's little furniture. It's all carved and antique. There are vases of flowers here and there. But this modesty does not surprise us; we already know that in Shambhala they do not really like excesses.
  
   The windows are open. We hear the waterfalls and look out at the greenery. The scent of fresh grass fills the air. Now we're going to make tea. The cups, plates, and saucers here are blue-the color of the evening sky. It's calming. And a familiar teapot stands on the table-shiny, beautiful. We taste the tea. The flavor is very smooth, not at all bitter. We put a piece of cake on a saucer.
  
   We go out onto the balcony and look around-at the mountains, flowers, waterfalls. It seems to us that we are still asleep and dreaming. But this is not a dream. We really are in Shambhala!
  
   Twenty people gather in a room. A long cherrywood table stands before us. And here are many pillows the color of the evening sky-velvet, with tassels. We feel like we're in a temple again. There's also an interesting screen in this room. We've seen one like this before at the space center; it has a golden, oddly shaped frame, and it looks to us like a plate hanging on the wall.
  
   We all sat down at the table. The screen immediately turned on. It turned out to be spiral-shaped, as if alive. The spiral is blue, then it turns pink and invites you somewhere. Consciousness follows it into another reality. We see images and a soft pink light. We were told about events from the outside world-about all the technologies recently invented, and what people think about Shambhala, what they know about it. We can see that interest in it is growing again; someone wants to obtain its technology. And we need to answer.
  
   Then the discussion began. We jotted down some thoughts in a notebook (while thinking about the yellow knitted sweater-an item that evokes a sense of comfort and joy). We weren't always able to follow the thread of the discussion, but overall we were in agreement. And that's only natural-after all, Shambhala has already called us, opening us to its greatest treasures. And we are very happy to be here.
  
   "We can only appeal to those people who think rationally and practically, and who are not poisoned by the chimeras of evil. They do not seek something good in suffering. When they see the beautiful Shambhala, they want to remain here forever. They understand us."
  
   "We don't want any misconceptions about Shambhala to exist anywhere. Therefore, we must state very clearly: Shambhala is here, on Earth. And it does not live ascetically. We don't need excessive luxury, but we do love comfort. Yes, we truly believe that material comfort is the most important thing in life. We remember that we are not ethereal. But our wealth is always collective. We are like a large family. But these words are not empty words for us. And because we are together, our life constantly becomes better, richer, more comfortable."
  
   "Yes, we were called to Shambhala. And we believe so. Even if it shocks some, it all is true."
  
   "We know there's a popular idea about Shambhala in the outside world. It goes like this: "Shambhala is a state of mind." And we need to clarify what's wrong here. Shambhala itself isn't a state of mind. It's a real place on our planet. But to move here, you really do need to be in a certain state of mind. To draw closer to Shambhala, one must be kind-and highly sensitive. Yet sensitivity, too, can be cultivated; there are spiritual practices that help us in this regard."
  
   "And we must also clarify a point that is particularly difficult to understand. People with this state of mind will always strive for unity with one another. They want to support each other in everything, help solve all problems, share resources. This is our strength. And the wealth of the soul, which leads to material wealth. Therefore, Shambhala simply had to incarnate. At least as a secret order, which it once truly was. We strive for dependence in Shambhala, we want to rely on others for everything, and we are very afraid of loneliness. We don't like distance. There isn't much of it between us. And we have a lot in common. We like that. That is why we are so rich and very strong."
  
   "And if a conflict suddenly arises among us, we try to resolve it at the very beginning. We don't let it escalate. Conflicts are pointless when we have an eternity ahead of us. We have people living here who have managed to reconcile even after the most terrible grievances inflicted on each other long before they migrated to Shambhala. We all want the same thing-comfort, love, and security. Our society has all of this. We are always mindful of the discomfort of the outside world. And we value everything we have received here."
  
   "We would all feel better if we accepted a simple idea: material comfort is the most important thing in life. Everything else will fall into place. There is no need to overcomplicate things".
  
   "For special sensations, we have spiritual practices. But they're all safe; we don't harm anyone."
  
   "When we increase sensitivity, the whole world suddenly becomes brighter. And we no longer enjoy crude pleasure."
  
   "We can also reveal another very important secret. The outside world has long known about Chintamani-the precious heart of Shambhala. We possess a sacred stone capable of granting wishes-even the boldest ones. This was once a secret, but now everything is changing. And we can state and confirm: yes, the Heart of Shambhala is a computer. It grants wishes-but only the good, kind ones. As for the sacred stone, it is a part, a component. It exists in nature as well.
  
   Yesterday, the sacred mountain mirror revealed to us that the outside world stands on the threshold of the most important discoveries. If people there act wisely-finally becoming friends and putting an end to all conflicts-then the treasures will appear at once. There will be such an abundance that there will be more than enough for everyone. Tragedies will cease to exist; they will remain only in the past, as memories. Our entire planet will become Shambhala."
  
   "We in Shambhala can't even imagine the point of creating boundaries and competing with each other. It's better to grow richer together."
  
   "But someone out there will definitely say that people aren't ready yet..."
  
   "That could be answered simply. "If you're not ready to live normally, don't call yourself human. You're macaques, and your place is in the trees." But we probably shouldn't revile."
  
   "Yes, probably not. But sometimes you really want to..."
  
   "We've always considered opportunities to be wealth. We have a lot of them. And they have very few. We know that. Ordinary things are considered miracles and fairy tales to us there."
  
   "But we don't want to argue at all. We want to support all the people who love Shambhala. And help them move here. And for that, money is absolutely not needed. We need something else, something priceless. This can be explained in simple terms. And the ability to listen is priceless.
  
   We once searched for words that would be understandable to everyone. But then we realized that this is the hardest part. And so we began to look not for such words, but for people who understand us. This is our Universe. It is enough for us. And beyond that, there is something we simply don't need."
  
   "That is what we think. And later, we try again. We search for words. One day, this question must finally be resolved. We know that".
  
   We were still upset. We even cried. We remembered that cold, indifferent anger we'd encountered so often in the past. Our friends began hugging us and telling us that there were so many kind people in the outside world. They would definitely meet and support each other. The outside world was already approaching Shambhala. It was only looking for treasures. And they were all here.
  
   The conversation was difficult. We all understood that. After all, the outside world is a big problem for us. But we won't let it ruin our mood. The outside world ruins Shambhala's mood-is that even possible?!
  
   And we decided that we would actually just go and fly right on a cloud. We could do it. We'd fly over the mountains and see what was going on there. We took our warmest clothes. They were right here, in this building. At the mountainside, we sat down on a cloud-a real cloud! And flew away! The mountains were right there, and we were above them in an instant. Snowcaps, glaciers, and gorges surrounded us. The ice glowed brightly in the sun. And then we headed on. Straight toward the outside world!
  
   At first, it was boring down there. Nothing but mountains; nature is so sparse in these parts. And then suddenly there's a monastery on a cliff! White walls decorated with paintings and gilded roofs. Around here are trees, very curly, but not like those in Shambhala.
  
   Our cloud flies further. A Buddhist stupa and colorful flags! And all around are just rocks. But we already know that right here there's a view of those very mountains, beyond which lies Shambhala.
  
   We see another monastery among the curly trees. Only now it's on a plain. Its roofs are dark red and gold. And suddenly, from below, we are greeted! And we respond.
  
   "We'll be visiting this monastery very soon. We go there sometimes; it's our most important job," our friends explain.
  
   And now we see the houses. The houses are small. The natural beauty of the outside world surrounds them. It's beautiful here too, but it can't compare to Shambhala; it's all unique. Now we finally understand that. There is a spirit of solitude here, whereas Shambhala feels very cozy. There is always that feeling-as if we are in a room and yet out in nature at the same time.
  
   We fly faster and faster, now over land, now over water. But we need a destination. And we've decided to see the golden Buddha. We're heading straight for it. Our cloud looks like a house. We're hidden in it. No one can see us from the outside.
  
   The golden Buddha looks very beautiful. But strange. It's as if we were all cast in gold and walking around, but nothing changes. We turned back. To our home, to Shambhala.
  
   While we were flying, we kept thinking about the monastery on the plain. We really want to visit there, to talk with people from the outside world about the wisdom of Shambhala. It should help us. Restore our peace.
  
   It's already getting close to evening. The sky has suddenly become multicolored, it seems painted on. And all around are the mountains again, covered in snow like powdered sugar. We'll be home soon!
  
   But then we see a man sitting on the mountainside. He's almost buried in snow. We fly right up to this slope. And the man was incredibly surprised when he saw us. He couldn't believe it. But we showed him we were real and helped him land on the cloud with us.
  
   He told us he'd fallen onto a ledge and couldn't get out. And somewhere nearby, his companions had disappeared. We understood him. We can communicate in any language. And then we reported everything directly to Shambhala. We can't search for them ourselves; we need to get home.
  
   And we're back. It's been a tough day. But we don't feel like sleeping. A group from Shambhala is about to head to the mountains. They'll fly in a vimana, which has all the necessary equipment. This isn't the first time something like this has happened here.
  
   We waited for news, sitting in the cafe in our building. Then we went for a walk. The people were found late at night, buried under the snow on a mountainside. They were injured, but in Shambhala, everything can be cured. Towards morning, we were told there was no need to worry anymore. Everything was fine now. The news had already been relayed to the outside world, but in a way that was understandable and wouldn't disturb anyone. In Shambhala, they know such methods.
  
   And so we went to bed. Then we rested all day again and discussed what had happened the day before. Things like that happen here sometimes. Groups from Shambhala fly over the surrounding mountains searching for missing people. We can rescue some; we have the resources for that. But how can we help people who are lost, not in the mountains, but in their own homes? We must resolve this issue as soon as possible. That's what matters most.
  
   We remember what happened to us. It seems like there are people around us, but we are dying right now, and they don't care. All the inhabitants of Shambhala once went through this. And the mirror in the mountain cave eventually heard their cries for help. Now we are saved, we are always helped, supported, loved, and heard. And someday we will be able to heal our emotional trauma. Someday we will do it.
  
   The next day was hot, and we went to the lake. The blue water sparkled in the sun, and we dived in. We immediately felt cool. The water was crystal, as always, and fish were swimming in it. We saw them darting everywhere in the depths. Flowers and various herbs grew along the banks. The sacred lake of Shambhala.
  
   Short dresses are often worn as women's swimwear here. And we like it. We have one of those too; it's bright and colorful, kind of ethnic. We emerge from the lake and sit right in the sun, then retreat to the shade. In our sketchbook, we draw a bridge connecting the mountains with pencils.
  
   Our new friend really wanted to go to the space center today. Two days ago, an experiment was conducted there to conserve the energy of lightning bolts. And today we'll be able to learn the results-the very first ones. Now we'll board a boat at the dock and head to the space center. Our wish has come true.
  
   The sky is gradually darkening. We approach the lake together. And suddenly we see... a multitude of moons! They are all very different. There are full moons, and crescents, some of them are very narrow. We freeze and look at the sky. But the boat is already waiting for us. We are going to the space center anyway.
  
   The moonlight traces paths across the water. And nearby, the water lilies seem to glow. The boat glides effortlessly across the water. We are embraced. We look at the sky and the water. So much light all around!
  
   We arrived and were told that the previous experiment had failed, but this time it worked. But a lot of work still needs to be done on the energy generation system. We spent a lot of time at the space center. We walked along the roof. We looked at the sky and talked about the future. Our new friend told us what life is like on distant planets. We no longer feel like we're not ready to find out. Soon we'll be able to see it all, and we'll find the strength within ourselves. We have more resources now, we feel it.
  
   Later, we visited our new friends who were rescued in the mountains. They're doing well now. And they're already thinking about staying here forever. We usually suggest that to everyone.
  
   Now they're in our familiar wooden house, surrounded by a small pine forest. We spent a whole month in this house when we first arrived in Shambhala, restoring our health. We especially love this place. We think it's the most cozy of all we've seen. And the fairytale garden is nearby, too.
  
   We discussed our message to the outside world for a long time. All the inhabitants of Shambhala participated. And finally, it is ready. We announce that we can transmit Shambhala technologies to all people who share our principles. And our technologies provide complete abundance.
  
   And we will definitely say that we were all once inhabitants of the outer world, but more often than not, we were unsuccessful in it. We were too sensitive for it. But in Shambhala, we were able to express ourselves, to develop all our abilities in the most comfortable conditions. And now we possess what rich people from the outer world cannot even dream of. Shambhala is the happiest place on our planet.
  
   Only we understand that these words are unlikely to be enough to change everything. We need to add something else. This is for those who usually stubbornly refuse to hear what we say. But at the same time, there are also those who simply dream of our treasures and even search for Shambhala.
  
   We could also say very simply: "This is our shared planet, we are the most powerful on it (and you know it). And we're tired of your conflicts. Draw your own conclusions." But that sounds like a threat, and we don't like it. We need to try something else. There are many options. And we like this one the best: "Since we are the most important on this planet, we are the ones writing its history. And you already know our opinion of you. Draw your own conclusions."
  
   And at the end of the message, we need to add that we respect free will. But this only means that the principles of Shambhala can be accepted at any moment. They just need to be accepted sincerely. After all, the Heart of Shambhala cannot be deceived.
  
   Tomorrow we'll sail on water. But we won't be able to see all of Shambhala in one go. It's very large, and not all of it is here. Something is in other dimensions. We'll look there too, but later. But our vibrations allow us to see the cave of blue stones and the sacred tower.
  
   In the morning, we saw the bright sun in the sky. We didn't even feel like drinking coffee. We only drank some spring water. Then we grabbed our things and walked past the flower beds. The summer day greeted us. And we were very happy about it.
  
   First, we drove a self-driving round car to a pier on the river, boarded a boat, and set off. Our boat is made of mahogany, with some golden metal. There are also fabric awnings, bright yellow. So much sunshine! But still, we find it comfortable to stand here in our sunglasses.
  
   We finally drink coffee and look at the shore. There are many plants with large flowers and leaves here. Similar grasses once grew on Earth. We know this. There is also something calm about Shambhala: blue waters, gray mountains, and a sea of green grass. It gives our eyes a rest. The colors here are the same as on the other side of the mountains. But the shapes are slightly different. Everything here is neat and at the same time majestic.
  
   We're looking for shade. Soon we'll be listening to singing bowls. We've got sheets of thick paper and paints, pencils and a ruler. And an eraser. We remembered we want to learn how to draw backgrounds-it's still a bit difficult for us.
  
   Islands appear on the river ahead. They are covered in greenery. They are very high, like real mountains. And the river here is wide. Our ship floats past them freely. The banks are far away. They are all covered in curly trees, and huge dark green leaves are visible between them. Like fans.
  
   We see the singing bowls being brought onto the deck and placed under the awning. And the concert begins. At first, all the sounds are still very quiet, then they become louder. They ring in the summer air. The sounds of Shambhala! We draw simple shapes, then trace them and try to depict something around them. We want everything to be neat-we still have a lot of problems with this. But gradually everything improves. Then we have lunch and look at the shore. We see more islands and green mountains. And water all around us. So much freshness!
  
   Before evening, a new concert begins - singing bowls and flutes. The sounds of the flute fly over the river and rise into the sky. We see buildings on the shore in the distance. Lights come on in the windows. And nearby, lights, lanterns.
  
   At dusk, we moored to the shore. This pier is still unfamiliar to us. Yellow paper lanterns surround us. We look at the sky. And again we hear the sound of the flute. Evening clouds float by - light, dark. In the sky, we search for the polar bear and the gray wolf.
  
   We remember that March day before. It was cold and windy. That was when we first saw the inhabitants of Shambhala. And we looked at the sky with them. Suddenly, we saw a gray wolf lying there. But we didn't have time to photograph it. We've been looking for it ever since.
  
   Afterwards, we had a meeting in a rented hall. Around us was the big city of the outside world. Unwelcoming, gray. But here, in this meeting hall, we felt calm. They told us right away that our problems were serious. And what we'd been through was just terrible. A nightmare, humiliation. And now we'll have a long time to recover. Then, a day later, we went to Shambhala; they took us away very quickly. And now we're here. They're helping us.
   Someday we too will become calm, like those sages we know. Now we know where this calm comes from. It is always where we are truly important and understood. Where we don't have to fight to be loved.
  
   In the coming days, we want to draw outdoors. Trees in the forest, the underwater world, and something cosmic. And we'll also write a story. It will seem strange, we know that. And we don't always do it well. But it's very important, and we'll write it as best we can, as best we can. It's especially difficult for us to write about people we know. And it's even more difficult for us to write about ourselves.
  
   We are escorted to our new camp. We walk along a path past pine trees, carrying our belongings. Here, right on the cliffs, are tent-like houses. From here, the sky is clearly visible. This seems even more like the legendary Shambhala.
  
   We are met here by sages we had never met before. They witnessed the founding of Shambhala. And there are many such people here. This is not surprising-we live here forever. We have much to do. But in Shambhala, there is never any "overcoming oneself." We always do only what we want. And all our desires are healthy. Those with other desires are not allowed here.
  
   We've laid out our things in the tent. A fire is being lit on the rocks. We're getting ready for dinner. We're frying potatoes with mushrooms in sunflower oil, chopping cucumbers and dill. All the vegetables are fresh. We picked them today. We recently went picking cucumbers too. They grow somewhere near our house. Picking fruits, vegetables, berries, and mushrooms is a simple pastime in Shambhala. And one of our favorites. We don't even consider it labor.
  
   After dinner, we drink tea with strawberries and gaze at the stars. Right now, we're discussing something particularly important. Our friends sometimes head to the other side of the mountains. In the monasteries, they meet tourists from the outside world interested in Shambhala and talk to them about it.
  
   We want to take part in them too. But we already know we can't do it right now. For that, we first need preparation. We need to heal all our emotional traumas, and they are very, very serious. In the past, we were rejected, and it was so terrible that it was life-threatening. And we still can't recover. We need time and a lot of attention.
  
   This topic always comes up first in our conversations with tourists from the outside world. It's the most important thing right now. People are often afraid of each other. They're lonely. Yet they consider it right-something even to be striven for. We, however, regard it as a disease. It is a kind of phobia. In Shambhala, things are different.
  
   When we get together, we always say, "Let's discuss our problems." We don't ask how things are going. And we don't want to pretend. Because we're not rivals. We're all friends and family. And this family is real. It will never betray or abandon.
  
   We discuss what's bothering us, then we look for solutions. Not because we're paid to do so. We simply don't have that concept. We're interested in each other's problems. We know we need to be kind and not indifferent. It benefits us. We understand here how important it is to do everything together. And that life isn't a game.
  
   We even have a Knot Day, when we remember how we once made peace after the most severe grievances and conflicts. And knots are important here. They're like a thread that we accidentally cut. But we can then simply tie it back together, mend it. And it becomes whole again.
  
   And trust issues are easily resolved. Our vibrations help us with this. The Heart of Shambhala calculates them easily. It is very intelligent. But when communicating, we can sense everything ourselves. This ability can be developed. And then you will be able to visit here. But people don't come to us for knowledge. They come to stay.
  
   We always communicate this to our acquaintances in the outside world. But for this, we need special phrases. They need to sound convincing yet non-aggressive. It's crucial for us not to offend or frighten anyone. This is an art that takes time to master. And here, the state of our soul is most important. First, we need to find balance.
  
   It seems we made a mistake somewhere. It was awkward. But then we remembered that no one here would judge us. So we spoke about it. We were immediately comforted. After all, this is Shambhala-the most sensible place on earth. And we already know that its longtime inhabitants will do everything to save the world. We need not worry. We are already here.
  
   The next day, we ate ripe pears and saw a wheat field. It was a wheat field from Shambhala! It's here too. And in the distance, we always see mountains. Tomorrow, a blue rock cave awaits us; we're going on an excursion. And we're taking a warm sweater with us. Let it be pink, something light, with large stitches. And it feels almost like a child's sweater. We feel like we're back in childhood, right there, where we first learned about Shambhala.
  
   We put everything in our backpack. Then we go outside and look around at the outlines of the mountains. The sky is already quite dark and the wind is cool, and next to us are paper lanterns. It's very bright here. And again, it seems like we once dreamed all of this. Probably in childhood. When we read fairy tale books. Our favorite books.
  
   There are also lights on the nearby rocks. Classes are often held in these places. Spiritual practices. Only more difficult than those we've already been introduced to. And we won't be able to participate in them for now. We'll put that off for later.
  
   We also can't yet dream about everything we want. But we're learning, and we're already making progress. Recently, we made peace with someone in a dream, someone from our past. And we were happy. We especially love dreams like that.
  
   The bed in the tent is so soft we sink into it. And the blanket is downy. There are lanterns everywhere. They're familiar to us, they all look like bronze, with designs and inscriptions, and a haze glows above them. There's a haze inside the paper lanterns, too.
  
   We love the fact Shambhala has so many things resemble something ancient. They remind us that we now have an entire eternity ahead of us. We are completely unfamiliar with this strange feeling that life is short and youth passes quickly. We know that our life is very long. And all of it is youth.
  
   Early morning. Before the hike, we drink aromatic tea and look around. The mountain peaks are light pink, slightly golden, and lilac in places. The sun's rays are visible on the peaks. And it's very quiet. We remember how we were able to fly over the mountains at night, seeing snow and coniferous bushes covered in snow.
  
   Our loved one is always with us. Now we are setting out on a journey together. We hold hands along the way. We see meadows and tall grasses. We hear the barely audible ringing of bells. And the sun gradually rises over the mountain peaks.
  
   We climb. A blue stone staircase leads to the cave. The railings are dark red, with light-colored metal bells hanging from them. Bushes and trees grow nearby. We approach the cave entrance. Moss is visible on the rocks here; it's dark green and blue. This is the first time we've seen bright blue moss. We examine it closely. It's real!
  
   There's a bench at the entrance. We need to sit here. We're tired. We rest and look around. Tree branches hang above us. Multicolored moss grows nearby. And there's an air of something sacred. Then we stand up and enter the cave.
  
   The first room is illuminated by blue light. The walls seem velvety, decorated with patterns-the silvery outlines of lotuses. And next to them, bright blue reflections. It's as if we are near water. But the air is dry, just a little cool.
  
   Here we are greeted. And we remember that this is not just a cave. This is the work place of the inhabitants of Shambhala. We greet them, folding hands, and bow. They will now tell us all about the cave of blue stones, what makes it famous. We know very little about it yet.
  
   Afterwards, we must pass through several sparkling halls. Here, crystals of light stream everywhere. They are all silvery, shaped like diamonds and stars. And soft music can be heard, strings and flute.
  
   The last hall seemed dark to us. The walls were blue, dimly lit, and there were no drawings on them. We were told what was happening here. In the cave of blue stones, there are devices that can transport our consciousness to any point on the planet. We can manifest there in various forms, penetrate someone's consciousness, and transmit our thoughts. But these abilities cannot be used for anything bad; it won't work. In Shambhala, they monitor this very closely. And we agree with this. We don't want anything bad at all; we want everyone to make peace.
  
   Today we were able to visit our old home. It's night there now. We saw a pond. Willows leaned over it. We flew around it and moved on. We looked at the city. There were houses, lanterns, and trees. A dark park. We flew next to black branches, leaves in a dim orange light. We saw individual passersby from above. But they didn't see us, only our consciousness flew past them. The buildings there are uncomfortable, most often very tall. We don't like them, but still, they are something familiar. As if something native. And we want to cry again. But we remember our home is not here at all. It is where we are loved. And walls don't know how to love. They are just walls.
  
   And we returned. Now we are in the cave of blue stones. We leave the hall. Next to us are the ancient inhabitants of Shambhala. And with them is the person we love most. He is eternally young. We are all now eternally young.
  
   Later we returned to the river. And we learned that it was a river flowing up, straight into the mountains. There it turns into a shallow, crystal stream, running over gray stones. We'll see it too someday. It's very beautiful. And now we'll continue on our way. We need to see the sacred tower.
  
   We know it's also located somewhere in the mountains. It can be seen from the outside world. And from that side, it always looks like an ordinary rock. But from Shambhala, we see that it's not a rock at all, but a stone structure. At its very top, there's a magical stone, radiating light. It flows across our entire planet and rises higher. The Heart of Shambhala is so large and beautiful. It's ready to help and support everyone.
  
   We're driving through our entire valley. We're not flying; we've decided to go by train. The train here is wonderful. It's made of bronze, decorated with stones. All the technology in Shambhala looks so unusual. Like temple sculptures, as if it were ancient. But at the same time, it's modern. We're gradually getting used to it. And along the way, we'll see trees from the past again. Big trees.
  
   At the foot of the mountains, there are many stone houses, beige and gray. We'll stay in one of them for a few days. It has a simple tiled roof. The furniture is all European, and it seems very familiar, customary. The house has glass and metal lanterns, like something gothic. It's so unusual-Shambhala has these things too. We were delighted to see them. We meet new friends here. They've also recently arrived in Shambhala. We want to discuss our impressions and plans for the future with them. We all need to find peace of mind.
  
   The grapes in the garden are already ripening. We'll help pick them, too. But today we're knitting a summer sweater, and for dinner we're having pasta and salad, bread, and peas. And tea with chocolate. Wooden toys are around us: horses, carts, and little houses. Angels live in them. We're sitting by the fireplace and thinking about how autumn is already coming. We're waiting for it. This will be our first autumn from Shambhala, and it should be incredibly cozy. And while we're knitting a summer sweater, we'll have time to wear it this year. It will still be warm here until the end of October, and now it's August.
  
   During the day, we stroll through the garden. Some of the grapes are already yellow and translucent. We gather them into baskets and swing on the swings. We look forward to seeing our friends. We know we'll have fun. Although the activities here are usually quiet. And we like that.
  
   Early in the evening, my friends and I go for a walk. There's a flower field nearby. There are white and lilac bellflowers. And lots of yellow flowers. There are red-orange spheres with pointed petals and dark green stems. We pick bouquets and reminisce the Palace of Clouds.
  
   It's gradually getting dark. We take the flowers home. We place them in vases, on the table, on the windowsill. Glass vases of unusual shapes are everywhere, but they're all monochromatic. And this, too, feels like something familiar, from our past. But in Shambhala, all these things appear completely different.
  
   We're meeting friends again at the neighboring house. This house also has vases of flowers. And the windows are big. There are spots of light in the garden, and next to the house there are glass and metal lanterns. It's like we're in a fairy tale. Now we're going to prepare our festive multi-course dinner. Pies and watermelons and roasted vegetables. And lots of juices in jugs.
  
   We finally got everything ready and sat down at the table under the trees. It felt like a childhood holiday, with our whole family by our side. But we don't feel like crying anymore. We've already realized that this family won't abandon us. It's real.
  
   And we discuss what interests us. Recently, we all participated in composing a message from Shambhala to the outside world. This experience is unusual for us; it's even frightening and upsetting. But we still remember that in Shambhala, those evil spirits from the past won't get to us. She has endowed us with great power. But we ourselves desire only something calm and kind.
  
   Right now, we really want to make up for everything we missed in the past. And we need to decide what we're missing to make that happen. Now we have the opportunity to get anything we want. We just need to decide how exactly we'll play out the scenes that will bring our dreams to life. And then we'll find balance. We have a lot of work ahead of us.
  
   Late in the evening, we're swinging on the garden swing and looking at the starry sky. It's a scene from the past. Once again, it feels like we're standing on the threshold of something magical. Only just on the threshold.
  
   The dreams last night were hazy. We saw unpleasant people from our past. And we had conversations with them in a palace or castle. But we woke up and realized that it was simply the remnants of our worries fading. We were no longer afraid. And those people were simply stupid, pathetic.
  
   That afternoon, my friends and I headed towards the mountains. We walked along a path between the conifers and heard the murmur of a river. And then we saw the river. It was simply a channel between the rocks. And the water was perfectly clear, like most of the pools in Shambhala. We always want to swim in it. Mountain rivers are usually cold, but they showed us a unique place where it was quite warm, and even the stones were warmed by the sun. It was as if it were a pool, created by nature. And on the shore there was a gazebo made of those same stones.
  
   A day later, we finally decided to head to the tower. Together with our closest friend, we climb a mountain path and recall the legends we know from the outside world, from our past. They were all created back in the days when human life was valued very little. Science was very weak back then, but it was common to worship stones. That's why these legends are so absurd. Magic is everywhere in them. And no one can understand how it comes about. But for us, it's still simpler. We understand perfectly well what this thing is. And why this stone is called sacred. Thanks to it, there are no more debts, only plans for the future. All calculations are precise. With the help of the stone, we can now obtain anything. Even out of thin air.
  
   And here before us is the sacred tower. Our vibrations allow us to visit it. We walk along a simple path that lies here between the rocks. Flowers are flying near the tower. Velvety, pink. But these aren't lotuses, they're something else. And the tower itself is entwined with vines. We touch them; they're real. And the flying garden is real. We were just told about this. Everyone who visits the sacred tower for the first time is given a flower. It looks like a large violet.
  
   We enter the first floor and again see the outlines of lotuses on the walls. But it's much cozier here than in the blue stone cave. There are velvet-covered sofas everywhere. And there's one room that they showed us right away. It contains the heart of Shambhala, the very first one. It's not yet as perfect as the one beating now. But thanks to it, Shambhala has already been able to manifest. And it's surprisingly small, fits in a chest. The chest sits on a table. The table is lined with velvet.
  
   We already know that there are many special devices in the tower that rely on our vibrations. We must remain calm. To do this, we need to heal our deepest emotional traumas in advance. And we did it. Our friends helped us. But most of all, it was the person closest to us who helped us. And we succeeded! But we haven't yet reached the end of the journey. We've only just begun.
  
   Today we saw a network of the finest crystals. They're like droplets. Everything here radiates goodness. It's light that flies across the planet and rises into space. And today we were given a flower. A large violet. The leaves are velvety. We were very happy with this gift. We remembered a fairytale garden.
  
   Our trip was short, and we saw few works of art. But we'll put that off for later. We need some rest before we get home. The little lamb pillow is with us again, and we're hugging it. We'll put a heavenly violet in the windowsill. Let it grow here.
  
   Now we'll wait for autumn to arrive. There will be golden bridges surrounded by yellow-red trees. And next to them, fireflies over the river, magical spots of light. We'll see it.
  
   And we'll wear something bright. We'll gradually start to wrap up warm. We have braided hats and lots of colorful scarves, sweaters, warm pants, boots, gloves, mittens, jackets. Everything is very beautiful. We need these things when we go to the mountains. Not only in winter and in the cold autumn.
  
   At night, we'll sleep under our new blankets, and during the day, we'll go for walks, drinking cocoa and linden tea. And we'll hear the sounds of the mountain forest, too; there's something magical about them in autumn. These are fairy tales from the past. They were there, where we knew where the present was, what we wanted. And now we're home. We know. Every day will be a miracle. And it will be different. But always very kind.
  
   In the blue stone cave, we remembered everything we once wrote about. The world of our images. We're working on it again, and it's emerging. As we work, we remember the tent-like houses. There's a training camp there, where they study spiritual practices. We'll go there again when we find peace of mind.
  
   And we saw the New Year's Shambhala. And then, after a while, we finally received the long-awaited news from the outside world. We were finally heard. Now everything is fine. On our planet, no one fights anymore. Everyone has made peace-now forever. Indeed, no one needs these fights. And there are no more boundaries-everyone has decided to be friends, hug, and drink tea together.
  
   Messengers from the outside world came to us, bringing a kind bow with them. They said they really liked our message. They wanted to be with us. And we sent our treasures as a gift to all who love us.
  
   Now we're all friends and drink tea together. We're eternally young and very beautiful. And we mine very valuable minerals from space. We can dream about whatever we want. And if something happens, we'll escape to another space. And time. After all, we've already mastered them. Our entire universe is before us, and when we're all together, we're friends.
  
   And they're all sitting in the trees. All those who thought our message was stupid. They're not ready to be human yet. But we can't help them. We, alas, are not omnipotent either.
  
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