Ловушка для Мыслеформы. A Trap for a Thought-Form. Премия им. М. Булгакова / M. Bulgakov Award (Билингва: Rus/Eng) - страница 77

«And what other places in the city have you been to?» Roman asked aloud obvious nonsense, in my opinion.

However, I thought about it and got into a wall of fog!

«Aah! Well, of course, to the Union of Writers!»

Roman kept silent, and then, as if gently stroking my back with his eyes, said,

«Let’s go on!»

«Whatever you want,» I nodded obediently.

…The sacrifice is one of the ways to attract the attention of the Higher Forces to oneself. However, you should sacrifice not what you decided to part with as unnecessary after the inventory, but what is very dear to you.

You give something as a gift to someone who needs it or to whom it is more important now. Silently. Without regrets. Taking nothing in return. Preferably in secret, even from the one to whom you donate something.

One can sacrifice not only an expensive item or money, but also something intangible. The simplest example is a smoker who gave up smoking. You can donate your time.

The amount of the sacrificed will be returned from the Heaven Office to the benefactor’s checking account. One can use it partially or completely to pay off one’s dishonorable deeds (debts to Heaven) or, if a person is energetically clean, to pay for the fulfillment of good wishes.

The Magician doesn’t owe anything to anyone. He constantly makes sure that he is owed…

I heard the sound of the bell, and at the same time I noticed the King of Swords, who had come to the Open Microphone to walk me home at night. I turned my gaze to Roman, but he just ran his hand along my back, releasing me to the stage and to the King of Swords.

I returned home, lit the candles and thought, «What else and to whom do I owe here? What to sacrifice?!»

Almost immediately the serpentine beginning in me started hissing seditiously, «Didn’t you sacrificed too much to not understand what you have been paying for all your life, even if now, 33 nights left before…»

The familiar trill of the phone brought me back to turn me inside out and finally shoot me.

«Can ask? U love babies? I want job 1 year & make babies. I want babies. If u want. As God want… boy + girl. Yes? How u want? Tell me… Tell u want 2… Translation: Do you want children, Alice? How many children do you want? Tell me! Tell me the truth…»