Chương 9: Herbert
Herbert was a recluse. Maria-Cecilia had some clash with him. Maybe she was his daughter maybe adopted.
Herbert was wasting his time doing experiments with mirrors.
He had made tincture of odorous Bashkir grass. When Maria-Cecilia and he were in peace they sat at the table, and he narrated her about his mirrors.
"Each mirror has its own inward magic component," he told.
"A look in the mirror is a transition to another reality. Another reality within our universe. I think there you can feel our Creator. Even more, to feel other creators of other universes. And having felt them in another reality behind the mirror, you can find them here in physical form."
"What are they doing here in our universe?" Maria-Cecilia asked.
"Nothing, just live an ordinary life. I don't think they even know that they are Creators," Herbert answered.
"Just at some point they are thrown here by some higher power. At the moment of rebirth or for wrong action or word, the Word can be stronger than any action. But sometimes it seems to me that I feel those who came here of their own free will, with an incomprehensible purpose. The purpose is felt as color."
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"That's how it turns out in this world," Herbert was thinking and adjusting the mirrors. "Why did the Creator create this world? Why did he create people? To serve him or his servants, but something went wrong?"
Then he put a barrel of water on the stove to take a bath, it is better to think and easier for the kidneys.
In order to go beyond reality, you need to renounce all your own thoughts. "Why do other creators create their worlds?"
"Stop thinking! Do think nothing!" Another reality met him in black. Apparently, it's needed to stop thinking more better.
The color gradually became light blue. Oh my God! They throw their children into a pit on the edge of the settlement! If one of these children is a creator, this will be a moral burden for him.
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