“THERE WAS LIFE IN HIM AND THE LIFE WAS THE LIGHT OF PEOPLE”
The Gospel of John
Once on my request Anastasia took me to see the Ringing Cedar, the
one her great-granddad and granddad had spoken about. It was not far
away from the clearing.
It was approximately a forty meter high tree
which towered a little above the neighboring ones.
feature of it was its crown. It looked as if it was illuminated,
producing a halo around itself exactly like those they depict around
the images of saints on icons, though its halo was pulsating. At the
very top of the tree one could see a beam which was directed into
cosmic infinity. The sight was extraordinarily fascinating and it
cast a spell.
I followed Anastasia's suggestion and pressed my palm against its
I felt vibration or crackling which could be compared with
that which we can hear when under a high voltage line, though this
one was more resonant.
“You know, it was me who had found out, only by chance, how to send
its accumulated energy back to the Cosmos and after that to send it
back scattering it all over the Earth”.
Anastasia reported to me,
“Do you see the marks on the trunk? At the very places it was
debarked by the she bear which was dragging me climbing up the tree.
I tell you, I could hardly manage to make her do it taking me to the
first branches. I took a strong grip on the back of her neck. She
was climbing up and howling, howling and climbing. That was the way
I had managed to reach the first branches and then it was easy for
me to climb moving up from branch to branch.
So I went on till I reached the top of the cedar. I stayed there for
two days. I tried everything possible. Whatever came to my mind: now
I was comforting the tree by stroking it's trunk. Then I started to
shout, directing my sound upwards, but nothing seemed to work.
Then my granddaddy and great granddaddy came. Can you imagine what
kind of show was happening here at that time? They were standing
under the tree speaking strictly to me demanding me to climb down.
I, in turn, was demanding from them instructions on what to do, how
to handle the problem but they would not.
My granddaddy, can you
imagine, he decided to trick me by promising his help in
establishing a contact with a woman with whom I had failed to
contact. I did want to help her very much. I realized that before he
used to get irritated and even angry at me because, as he stated, I
was wasting my time on her instead of minding my own business and
doing something else. I knew for sure that he was not able to help
me because my great granddaddy had tried twice and failed too.
Although my granddaddy did not know about it, as we kept it secret
Then my granddaddy completely lost his temper, a twig, started
running around the Cedar, switching the twig and screaming at me
that I was the most stubborn muddleheaded one in the family. He said
that my behavior was illogical. I could not perceive wise advice and
he would "educate" by beating me with twigs on my behind. All those
speeches and actions he accompanied by whipping the air with his
twig. It was so funny and even my great granddad could not help but
laugh. I was shouting with laughter too.
At that moment somehow I broke the top branch and luminescence came
out of it. I heard my great-granddaddy's voice become very serious
with a shade of demanding and at the same time pleading: 'Please,
don't touch anything else, my grandchild, come down, be careful,
take your time, you have done it already'.
I followed his advice and
came down. My great-granddaddy hugged me silently. I could feel that
he was trembling then he pointed to the Cedar and one could see that
all its twigs were starting to illuminate light.
Then a small beam was created and went away high up into infinity.
My great-granddaddy explained to me that the beam had been created
at the very place I was shouting upwards, creating a kind of channel
for the energy. Then he told me that if I had touched that small
beam which was coming out of the broken twig my brain would have
It happened because that tiny beam had a lot of powerful
energy and information and that was why my dad and mamma had
For a while Anastasia was silent and then she continued her story:
“They had found a similar Ringing Cedar. Only my mamma was doing
everything differently because she did not know. She climbed a
nearby tree which was smaller, reached the bottom branch of the
Ringing One, half broke it and accidentally lighted herself with it.
The branch was directed downwards and the beam went into the earth.
It is very bad; it is very harmful when this kind of energy gets
into the earth...
When my dad came he saw the beam and my mamma hanging on one hand
having a death grip on the branch of the regular cedar. The branch
of the Ringing Cedar was in the other grip. Evidently my dad
realized everything. He climbed the Ringing One and reached its top.
My grand-daddy and great-granddaddy were watching him breaking the
top twigs but they would not illuminate. Meanwhile the lower ones
were illuminating brighter and brighter.
Later on my great-granddad told me that my dad had understood that
if he had only stayed a bit longer he would have never been able to
come down but the long awaited beam which should have gone upwards
with its pulsating illumination would not appear. Although the tiny
beams which were directed downwards were growing in number.
directed upwards appeared only when my dad had half broken a big
branch directed upwards. It did not start illuminating right away so
he had to bend it directing it towards himself.
When it flashed out
he could not manage to unclasp his hands and the beam of the
straightened out branch was directed into the sky.
Then a pulsating halo was created. The great-granddaddy said that
dad's brain was able to receive a huge flow of energy and
information at the very last moment of his life. Somehow that energy
could clean his brain from all kinds of information which had been
loaded in it before. That was why it was possible for him to gain
time just enough to unclasp his hands before the brain explosion had
taken place and direct the branch upwards”.
Anastasia rubbed the Cedar's trunk with her hands, pressed her cheek
against it and stood still smiling, trying to catch the tree's
“Anastasia, is the oil from cedar nuts stronger or weaker than the
pieces of the Ringing Cedar wood?”
“The same. If the nuts are harvested at the proper time and in a
certain proportion to a cedar tree, when it gives them of itself”.
“Do you know how to do it?”
“Yes, I do”.
“Will you tell me?”
“All right. I will”.
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