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the one I had fallen into for a week, “without the mind.” And I began to remember this so clearly, because it is, as it were, the same line. Remember — I was reasoning like this: if a person ends up, let’s say, in the underground kingdom, then only then can he remember all the moments throughout his life when he had been in the underground kingdom. Because only this, as it were, gets highlighted and focused for him. And if a person ended up in paradise, then he remembers all the moments when he had been in paradise. But when you are not in paradise, you cannot remember it — it is like some kind of far-away dream, like some kind of unreal past life, that you cannot even focus on. And here I suddenly begin to remember, as well as never before, what had happened to me, where it all began. And right now I will try, once again, while my mind is still working, to reminisce about all of this — what it is, and where I will now be going off to again for a week.
Where did all of this begin? What is it? Let me remember now. Look — throughout our whole life, we can experience moments where we say: “Oh, this is like in childhood,” or “Oh, I feel like I’m in childhood.” Even over the past 3 years, I have often said that there would suddenly be some day or week when I felt like I was in childhood. But the way I felt myself this past week-before-last, the feeling was as if I was, in the literal sense of the word, in childhood. And what did I feel in general? How does a child feel itself? I started to remember this. A child… what’s unusual, can you imagine, is this. Physically, it is, as it were, visible to the mother and the father and people — but in fact, at first, it isn’t in the world of people at all. That is — it has some kind of preset density of body, of all this, coordinates, certain points of reference; rather, there is something there that makes us see it, and it can eat our food there, and we sort of hear it and see it, and it hears and sees us. But in fact, it is in a completely different world. That is — the worlds, in fact, have certain moments when these worlds are all, as it were, interwoven, or layered one on top of the other. And the point is: when you are a child, you have no mind. You cannot think. And your vibrations, the density of your body, are different. This is like pictures. You can look at photographs on the computer, but the file format of every picture may be different: it can be a gif, it can be a jpeg, it can be some kind of raw, and so on. Or like music — you can listen to it, but music also has different formats. And the point is, a child has such a file format that he is, sort of, a person — but his file format is not the commonly accepted
Where did all of this begin? What is it? Let me remember now. Look — throughout our whole life, we can experience moments where we say: “Oh, this is like in childhood,” or “Oh, I feel like I’m in childhood.” Even over the past 3 years, I have often said that there would suddenly be some day or week when I felt like I was in childhood. But the way I felt myself this past week-before-last, the feeling was as if I was, in the literal sense of the word, in childhood. And what did I feel in general? How does a child feel itself? I started to remember this. A child… what’s unusual, can you imagine, is this. Physically, it is, as it were, visible to the mother and the father and people — but in fact, at first, it isn’t in the world of people at all. That is — it has some kind of preset density of body, of all this, coordinates, certain points of reference; rather, there is something there that makes us see it, and it can eat our food there, and we sort of hear it and see it, and it hears and sees us. But in fact, it is in a completely different world. That is — the worlds, in fact, have certain moments when these worlds are all, as it were, interwoven, or layered one on top of the other. And the point is: when you are a child, you have no mind. You cannot think. And your vibrations, the density of your body, are different. This is like pictures. You can look at photographs on the computer, but the file format of every picture may be different: it can be a gif, it can be a jpeg, it can be some kind of raw, and so on. Or like music — you can listen to it, but music also has different formats. And the point is, a child has such a file format that he is, sort of, a person — but his file format is not the commonly accepted