Chapter 1
I didn't have a lot of interesting things in my life, I can mention my high intelligence and good imagination, as well as my curiosity, sometimes it served me well, but sometimes I got into trouble because of it. I don't have a very big family, I, my mother, father and sister, surprisingly we even have good relations, I respect my father, he is a retired officer, has a lot of useful acquaintances, as well as a huge life experience that he tried to convey to me, he did it with varying success, my character affects me, I can't look at life seriously, sometimes it seems to me that I live in a comedy with horror elements. Ahem. I'm off topic. Where was I? I remembered! My mother is the kindest person I know, especially when she has something heavy in her hands, although my father may disagree with this, but when did my mother ask him about it? Mom can be safely called a man of science, despite her experience of working around the house, which she diligently hammered ... Ahem, passed on to me no matter what along with her knowledge of science. It's also worth mentioning about my sister, we are twins, but for some reason she got the whole trick, which is why she was the first to learn the skill "Eyes of a Shrek Cat" and in the shortest possible time improved it to the maximum, which she shamelessly used. It was she who introduced me to such art directions as anime, movies, fan fiction and ranobe.
I can safely say that I am not a social person. what my family and friends have told me many times and tried to put me on the right path. Nothing worked out for them, well, I don't take their social life seriously for the life of me, I perceive it as a Brazilian Santa Barbara, it seems interesting, but it tires me to look at it for too long.
And everything was fine up to this point, but I need to find out what's going on in the alley between a drug addict and some student, that's what I think. Maybe this jerk is asking her the way home? I hope that it is, I don't want to deal with the inadequate:
- Hey man, what are the problems?
- Eh? Who else are you? Get out of here!
- Yes, no problem, you just let the girl go.
While we were exchanging greetings, I slowly approached him and looked at what was wrong with the girl. She looks about 19 years old, brown hair and brown eyes on a cute and slightly naive face, now it's clear why she was here, it seems she didn't immediately understand what was going on, well, nothing such an experience comes either through someone else's experience or through the ass.
- Ha, as if I would do it right away, there was a hero here – I had already managed to get close enough when he sharply pointed a gun at me, and where he only hid it.
- What is not so brave anymore? Why are you silent? Are you afraid? - While he was mocking me, I was showing the girl with my hand to run away from here, there's nothing to pull passengers with me.
- Where did she go? - while he was looking for the girl with his eyes and turned away from me, I quickly jump up to him and try to twist the hand in which he holds the gun
Bang.
Yeah. Let's say I managed to twist his arm, put him on the ground and knock him out, but damn it should have happened without a shot in my chest. Well, the girl managed to bring help, it's a little late, but at least the stoner won't be able to leave, and why are you crying? Well, he hit me, I'll live for nothing. Kha. I was in a hurry with the diagnosis, maybe they will have time to take me to the hospital? Hmm, it's strange why I don't feel my heart beating, there's more adrenaline in me than blood, and I think I realized it wasn't beating, that's why it got so cold. Why am I so inclined to go to bed, I kind of got enough sleep, that's what it's like to die?....
Hmm. This is not how I imagined life after death, for what hour I've been here and I'm freaking out with everything that happened to me, now I'm in a dark space illuminated by a lot of colorful lights and their clusters, one of these lights turned out to be me. I realized this by subjective time after 3 days of my being here, which is interesting, I came to consciousness not with a jerk, but gradually and only now I can think normally and without brakes for several hours, during which I stuck in particularly large clusters of lights. After a few more days, I came out of reflection and stopped grieving about my death. Having nothing to do, I involuntarily watched the streams as I managed to understand the shower, from the observations I realized that they dissolved in this space, and the soul that remained of them went further, I was not among them only because I was nailed to the edge of the stream and I managed to regain consciousness and it is unclear how to get out of the stream. What is strange is that even in the stream I did not dissolve, I just could not regain consciousness.
For all the time that I am here, I managed to get used to the fact that I was lucky not to go to reincarnation, but I was bored and to diversify the time, I decided to scroll through my whole life in my mind, it turned out to be surprisingly simple for me and after watching I realized that my memory has improved and now I can just rewind my whole life like in a movie. After a while I decided to try to fall asleep, at first I was afraid that I would be carried back into the stream, but after a while I realized that the stream did not affect me in any way that I was far enough away. For a long time I could not fall asleep, so I decided to start meditating, which is not far from sleep. When I succeeded, I was half asleep, but I could still observe myself and a small space around me.
As time passed, I began to observe my soul more and more often, over time I began to see deeper and clearer, and after a while I fell out of meditation because of the memory of one of my favorite books that surfaced, I realized that the structure of my soul was painfully familiar to me and I had already seen such a description of the soul in Rudazov, only now I had only four shells and a fifth emerging. As I understood, I managed to lose the shells tightly bound by the stele and only my atman, the fifth, sixth and seventh beginnings remained, the rest of the beginning washed away after death, then I looked at the immortal spirit and decided to postpone its inspection until I calmed down, when I climbed to inspect the immortal spirit, I realized that it takes nourishment for its formation of the energies generated by my soul and from the atman, as I understood the eighth beginning began to form after my long stay here and the fact that my soul was influenced by a large amount of energy for me. And my atman began to use this energy to form a new shell, I wonder when a hamster managed to bite me, well, it's not so bad, until they dispel me, I won't die, and you can always find something to do. Even now I have several types of energy that I can study, but while my eighth shell will grow, I will try to learn how to control psi, since it is not very much spent on feeding the immortal spirit.