Stories
How to overcome fear

How I got rid of the most annoying FEAR, finding its roots far beyond this life.

One fine evening, half asleep, half asleep, lay in the bath. I love water to madness. But fear did not allow swimming in the rivers, not in the seas, not in the ocean. Fear of depth haunted me from the cradle. "But where is its source?" – I was digging in the dark.
And that day, I realized, how deep is he. And plunged into memory. She carried me through her years into the far reaches of something inexplicable by the mind. I saw myself, as I am writing about, and no less live. How did our train drown, then ferry. There was no limit to human fear. How a thick water covered my body and everyone around, not leaving a single living. There was no other syllable in it, just the ringing of alien dumb hearts in tune with my. We were carried away in one huge big field, like magnetic balls interlocked not of their own accord. Having accumulated all the fear of people in one stream, there was chaos up and down. Focused in one underwater spot, in such concentration, what thundered, like inside tin can.

And a riot of diverse human frequencies lasted, vibrations, until everything has calmed down.
And the phenomenon further transformed. From chaos transformed violent cluster into a cloud of nebula. And finally resolved. That was the finale, that was the end.
And so, lying in the bath, as if shocked by an unprecedented current, lived again seen.
And I rushed straight to the sea. Into the depths of water. And without the slightest bit of fear, diving like a fish, without preparation swam. We are given a swim by nature, instilled inside. My example serves as well. I knew happiness without shackles and measures. Ago, who is not afraid of deep waters, don't understand a breath of living water, what did I drink then. But everyone has to live with their fears. Therefore I wish you, to someone who has not yet found the origins, find them finally. Pull a ball of thread, until you find his end. In some life or this, never mind. the main thing, let the mind not divide them into parts. Here in this wholeness – exemption, here in this wholeness and happiness.

Stories
About me

When I was three years old, mom frankly said, that I came from the tummy. And I'm completely serious, trying to deeply understand, cried out loudly: "I understand, what's out of the tummy. But how did I get there??!!". Under the laughter, accidentally caught by, guys, mum, blushing terribly, never found, what should I answer.

I suppose, it was at that moment that the desire to understand “who I am and where I came from?". 'Cause I remembered myself long before birth! This desire guided me with a beacon all subsequent years. To myself.
It seemed to me small, that adults should know everything. They are big. But they answered my question: “You are Oksana”.
And when they squeeze me into the narrow openings of the names, I want to break into the air, take a deep breath and breathe greedily.
Name – this is my very first name. I like it, but it is a convention.
In family, at school, in institutes, at work, in society I was given different names. I respect them all.
But, finally finding myself, to the question "who are you?"I prefer to answer" I don’t know ". For only in him is freedom. Air. Breath. Uncertainty. And life!

Stories
What is a person’s personality (ego). An example from childhood

When I was four years old, I didn't like soup. And mom always said: "Do not eat, you will not leave the table ". I could sit for a long time over a plate. But I was not bored. I'm quiet from mom (Well, it seemed to me) played a game, where my legs under the table came to life in independent little men. They talked among themselves, went to visit each other and even cursed from time to time?

But our common consciousness – this is the same child at the table, playing invented little men. It, like a child, weaves the identities of different people into a single game called life. Where are the personalities of people – these are attached images to physical bodies and identification with these images.
Like a child, playing for several characters at once, multidimensional consciousness plays for all people at the same time.

Prose
About goals

I used to think, what mountains, presented before me – it is nothing but a goal to reach their heights. But reaching them, once flashing ahead of the target turned into an integral part of the path traveled. And over time it dissolved into a small dot behind. I began to relate to my goals differently. They have lost importance in my eyes. Became a part of me, my way. Something in between. But by no means expectation of the final result. And it became easier for me to reach them. I stopped being afraid of mistakes. because, that they do not exist.