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When they told me in childhood, that a person has a soul, it is invisible and is inside the body, I immediately felt sorry for her. “How difficult it is for her to bear such a heavy load!" – I thought, looking around his grandmother – “After all, even I can’t lift her…". Not, grandma is slim. But the soul is saying weightless, transparent. Generally, as a child I was surprised, how is it that these subtle natures-souls manage to walk in such heavy “outfits”.

Но человек это более сложная конструкция. Одним физическим телом он не ограничивается. A has other non-physical bodies, layered on top of each other, like a bulb. From the densest matter to the finest. Which ultimately go far beyond the material body so much, that at a certain level, all distance between people is erased, connecting people into one big single sea. That's why we feel each other so, being at least in different parts of the world.

Each layer or body has its own frequencies and performs its function.

Here are some examples.:

Material – low frequencies. Here we see ourselves as separate.

First non-physical body, the same size as the material. It, like a pencil sketch on paper, shows with its energy strings along which route the cells build a physical body. Before the cells themselves.

A little higher, body – emotional. It goes slightly beyond the physical and colors the sketch body with various colors., depending on emotions, feelings. And thereby acts on the physical.

And the following body affects the choice of color palette – informational. Here are all our views, beliefs, thought forms and so on.

But what will be the information body, depends on communication with higher, for which another layer is responsible. Or a person draws information from above, knowing a single connection with the whole universe. Or draws info from others. And it reflects on all previous bodies.

In fact, all human bodies, even though they are layers, but they closely interact with each other and therefore represent one field. Which until a certain layer we call AURA.

Sitting child with a pencil.
My whole life – only a squiggle in his notebook. Ile a drop of paint from a brush fallen into an album. Miracle vision did not see the mind. You can’t compare anything with him., not come true, no dream. I see the shell, reality is not alone. Superimposed layers, that look like a matryoshka doll, since you can compare with her, considerable mop. But compare layers, how anyway, what are you comparing a fork and a dining spoon. They have one clear goal, but the shape is a little different.
I'm not budging, moved from one layer to another, looking at the world and yourself, like a ladybug in your palm.
Our essence is motionless! Though we will run with a body, jump and jump. But we – that unshakable core, what keeps ours becoming stretched out through layers of reality.