Chapter 10
HER FAVORITE DACHNIKS

Dacha: a small piece of land about 0.04-0.12 hectares (sometimes bigger) with a hut or a summer house surrounded by a kitchen garden, flower beds and fruit trees; it is usually outside of a city; people go there for weekends or vacations.

Some people have luxurious residences with a big property but Anastasia does not mean them. A dachnik is the owner of a dacha.

(Comment by the translator)

She told me a lot very excitedly about the possibilities which could be opened for people who communicate with plants. In general Anastasia usually speaks on two subjects with special excitement and even some feeling of love.

These are children and dachniks. If I tell you everything she says about dachniks and what kind of meaning she puts into them then everybody would kneel before each dachnik. Can you believe it?

She thinks that they have saved everybody from disaster and starvation. They are sowing Good in our souls, and they are bringing up our future society... I tell you, it's almost impossible to enumerate all the credits she gives them. It would be necessary to write a special book on this subject.

Moreover, she proves all in her argument.

“You know today the society you live in can comprehend a lot through communication with plants which they grow at their dachas. Only at the dachas, where you know every plant of your small plot but not in the depersonalized vast fields, where machines are crawling like stupid monsters. The people who work at dachas feel much better and to many of them this is the way to prolong their life and be healed from many sicknesses. They become more kind. It is the dachniks who are capable of stimulating society's awareness of the fatal consequences of the technocratic ways of our developments".

“Well, Anastasia, whether you are right or wrong, it does not really matter right now. What do you have to do with all these things? What are you helping with?”

She gripped me by my hand pulling me down on the grass.

We were lying on our backs with arms aside each other and palms up.

“Close your eyes, relax and try to imagine everything I am going to speak about. Now I'll find with my little beam and watch from a distance somebody from the people whom you call 'dachniks'."

She was silent for a while, then she started to speak in a low voice:

“An elderly woman is unrolling a cheesecloth in which she was soaking cucumber seeds. The seeds have already sprouted a lot, one can see tiny sprouts. She took one seed in her hand. Well, right now I've prompted her that it is not good to soak seeds this way as the sprouts are becoming deformed while planting.

 

This kind of water is not good enough for nourishing a seed and it will get sick. She believes that she has guessed about it on her own, just by herself. Though, to some extent she is right, as I've tried only a little bit to help her to understand, to reach awareness. Now she will share her new idea with other people. Well, that's it. A small business has been done”.

Anastasia told me that usually she was modeling in her consciousness all kinds of situations concerning people's labor, rest and relationship with each other as well as with plants. When the situation she modeled was the closest to reality, the contact had been installed whereby she could see a person, feel his/her sickness and sense their feelings.

It looks as if she gets into someone's consciousness and shares her knowledge with the person.

Anastasia said that plants respond to man, they can love him/ her or hate and influence his/her health positively or negatively.

“In this field I've a lot of work to do. I am busy handling the dachniks' plots. The dachniks go to their plots, to their plantations as if they are visiting their children but unfortunately their attitudes are only intuitive now. They are not supported by the purity of awareness of the real purpose of this interconnection.

 

Absolutely everything on Earth, every herb, every insect has been created for man. They have their special tasks and predestination to be at man's service. The great variety of medicinal herbs are the best proof of it. Although a man of your world knows very few in order to use the given opportunity to the fullest extent”.

I asked Anastasia to show the usefulness of realized communication by certain examples and, moreover, the way that it could be possible to verify, to see and test it scientifically.

Anastasia became thoughtful for a while and then she beamed with joy and exclaimed,

“Dachniks! But of course! My favorite dachniks! They will prove and show everything and make your science puzzled. How did it not come to me before? Why couldn't I understand, I wonder?”

Any newly born idea provoked a stormy joy in her. Generally speaking, I've never seen Anastasia sad.

She can be serious, thoughtful, concentrated but most of the time she is joyous. This time she was expressing a stormy joy. She jumped up, then started clapping and it looked to me as if it became much brighter in the forest and the forest started moving. It responded to her by the rustling of the tree tops and a very special chattering of birds. She was spinning as if in a dance and then, shining and illuminated all over.

Then she took her seat next to me again and said,

“Now they will believe. Here they are, my dear dachniks. They will explain the world; she still seemed to be an unreal being, though she was sitting next to me and I could reach and touch her easily. My consciousness, having been used to operate with different criteria of evaluation?” rejected taking her as the one who is existing in reality.

Although, at the beginning of our meeting I was attracted to her but later on I did not experience former emotions towards her.

I asked,

“So, it means you think that the new feelings which appeared in you were occasional

“They are longed for”, answered Anastasia, “they are even pleasant but in return, I would like you to love me the same way I do. Though I have realized that on learning about me and about my world better, you would not be able to perceive me as a regular person. Maybe you could even get scared of me sometimes... You know, actually it has happened that way. It is all my fault. I have made a lot of mistakes. I don't know why but all the time I got nervous. I was rushing, trying to explain and failed to do it. Everything looks foolish, doesn't it? I need to correct myself”.

While saying those words she was smiling with a shade of sorrow.

She pressed her hand against her breast and I recalled right away something that had happened one morning while I stayed at Anastasia's.
 

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