Текст книги "The Last Gambit"
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Mr. Holmes, I beg your pardon for coming uninvited. I get know of your arrival from my friend in administration. My name is Grisha. I’m from Russia and have been living here about three years. I work as a translator for the Russian delegacies when Sai Baba invites them. It is a year since three Russians from Petersburg were here. Sai Baba received them on the first day, and you know that it is a quite rare thing. He had the hour conversation with them and suggested to continue it on the next day. Such thing had never occurred before it, al least while I had been here. I missed the first discussion because the tree guests from Petersburg were accompanied by one of the Russians who had been waiting them impatiently for three months. However even at the first meeting Sai Baba showed him his displeasure, and this was a great surprise for everyone, since Sai Baba was always extremely friendly to everybody. Thus the Russians called me to come with them to the second meeting and I was a witness of their discussion with Sai Baba. Many interesting and unusual had happened there, though I understood it only after my compatriots had left for Bombay.
They came to Puttaparthi in a month after the wreck of atomic submarine “Kursk”. They had their own opinion on the causes and consequences of that catastrophe and they probably wanted to check it at Sai Baba. They showed me the “picnics” from Petersburg’s paper “Chas Pick” as the illustrations of possible variants of events in Russia development. They said that you had those “puzzles” and had been occupying with them at least since 1994. I spent only two days among them and got knew so much new that I’m still under the impression of what I’ve heard. They didn’t say that you would come here, but for some reason I was sure that it inevitably would happen. And after “kamikaze”-airplanes had destroyed the WTC in New York I, frankly speaking, had been waiting for your arrival. And today on October 10, I saw your name in another arrivals report. I simply couldn’t but visit you. And so I’m here.
At first it was obvious that the guest was slightly exited, but soon he was carried out by remembrances of the past he became speaking easier. His English was evidence of a good school and large practice.
All what you’ve told, Grisha, is quite interesting. Do I pronounce your name correctly? – Holmes began. The guest nodded assent and Holmes continued. – I’m really acquainted with the Russian “picnics” and even had thought that there would not be a speech of them in India. But you, Grisha, have removed my doubts. But nonetheless, why did you decide that I would come to Sai Baba?
I probably will fail to explain you, Mr. Holmes, what have been my expectations based on. I’m ready to express some thoughts about it. However, it’s late now and you need to have a rest if you are going to go through the whole ritual of Sai Baba’s temple visiting tomorrow. I guess that you as the majority of visitors want have a personal meet with Sai Baba, don’t you?
Yes, of course I do, but Prakash for instance says that there is a low chance because Sai Baba himself chooses whom to invite. First, I want to know why everybody seeks a personal talk with him. And second, what has happened to the Russians whom Sai Baba had favoured with double meeting, I wonder?
Reasoning from my experience most people comes here to solve their own problems: to be saved from illnesses and hard diseases, generally change their lives, which many as it seems to me are tired of. I wouldn’t say for others but my life has really changed after meeting Sai Baba. I had had a lot of problems, but have lived in harmony with myself for three years now. And it’s not too little for our hard times. And what concerning relations of the three Russians and Sai Baba I would like to talk of this particularly. Better tomorrow, after your meeting with Swami.
Who is Swami, Grisha?
This name means “a teacher”. I call Sai Baba in such way, when I get an opportunity to talk to him.
How do you think, will he invite us for conversation?
It will depend on you, Mr. Holmes. When I asked one of the Russians why he hadn’t doubted that the meeting would have token place, I heard nearly this: “It’s necessary to understand how difficult is to be a god, and sympathize with an old man doing his hard mission”. In other words, if you really want to arouse Swami’s wish to talk to you, you should not give in to the public excitement of worship, which grips everybody presenting in the temple. You should look into his eyes as a human to human. Thus he will inevitably hear you, and maybe even invite for talking. Think yourself, what interest is in talking to ecstatic exalted public, which thoughts are known beforehand. But don’t think that it’s easy to get away from what is going in the temple. I have presented at the ceremony of Swami’s appearance about several hundreds times. But even now it’s difficult to me to overcome the feeling that seizes everybody at Sai Baba’s entrance. One needs to see it once and much will become clear. You will go at yourselves or have you already entered a certain group of Englishmen?
We will go at ourselves and thus will have no kerchiefs.
But nevertheless, if you want to go together, you’d better buying the similar kerchiefs at a local shop. Otherwise only one of you will go to conversation: savadals – ashram’s special service – strictly see to observance of the ritual. By the way, all the shops are opened for women only in the morning and for men in the evening. As you’ve already become sure the canteen is also separate for men and women. Have rest, Mr. Holmes; you are to wake up early before the sunrise to get a chance to see the gaze of Swami.
For some time he stood hesitating whether to say something or not. And at last dared and told:
Please, don’t misunderstand me, Mr. Holmes. But if you get a wish me to present at your meeting with Sai Baba, knock me when he get you up. I’ll be near.
Thank you, Grisha. I’ll certainly follow your advice and tomorrow we will meet again, if your plans don’t change.
Prakash saw the Russian translator off and having returned back suggested walking in the ashram before the sleep. It was about eight p.m. Unusually bright stars shined in the sky. Streets were full of pilgrims: men, women and even children. Holmes and Prakash went to the temple and Prakash told of the special order, in accordance with which did that town of the new religion lived. Being in the room Holmes noticed the absence of radio or TV-set: there were just two trestle-beds, two chairs and a small table. Prakash explained that in the ashram a special regime of silence was obeyed. Thus there was neither radio nor TV, and savadals, who appeared as if out of nowhere, interrupted even loud talks. “Keep silence!” – sounds behind your back. There the use of alcohol or smoking was prohibited. And in the canteen there were not but vegetarian dishes. Holmes was impressed by absolute cleanness regarding so large amount of visitors. But it wasn’t surprising because everyone used to put off his or her boots entering the temple or the canteen.
There was no conditioner in the room. The only ventilator hung in the centre strived with the heat though to no effect. Holmes took a shower and fell to sleep. He woke to the knock at the door: somebody woke pilgrims for the morning ritual. It was three o’clock. The temple stood in the low place and looked as a huge bad lightened spot. Lines of pilgrims came to it from every side and they sat down the rocky area in the right rows. After about an hour Holmes counted more than thirty rows each of about a hundred of pilgrims. It meant that there were more than two and a half men (women went through the procedure separately). The casting of lots began which row to go to the temple the first. Holmes and Prakash sat somewhere in the sixth row, but Holmes suddenly got a strange assurance that the very their row would go the first. A savadal dressed in white slowly moved along the rows of sitting pilgrims carrying an object similar to a cap for drawing lots. A person sitting first in the row rose, took his number and sat back to his place. Everybody waited who would get the number one. A tall slender black man sitting first in Holmes’s row rose, took a paper, looked at it and the whole row began to rise in the full silence.
We’ve got a chance, – Prakash whispered to Holmes.
They rose, took their jute cushions bought on the previous day by Prakash, put off the sandals and went to the temple almost running. At the entrance, as if in the airport, they passed through the “special control”. It was prohibited to take either photo or video cameras or any other outside things. The huge space inside the temple was divided into two parts: for men and for women. The floor was paved with black marble; the ceiling was decorated with golden and green. There were no walls as they were; the massive columns with high pedestal took their place. The front part of the temple had a magnificently beautified podium with a construction, resembling Christian churches’ altars, and a small special room where Sai Baba probably received his guests.
First pilgrims achieved the white marble road and began to sit down along it on brought cushions. It was the only thing that one could take to the temple and Holmes soon made sure of its importance. It was about two hours before Sai Baba’s entrance and it was hard for a European to sit for such time on the marble floor in uncommon pose. The lines of pilgrims entered the temple and silently took their places and in a half an hour both parts of the temple were fulfilled.
The sky lightened on the East and bird began twittering. Some moving started around the temple, something like a religious procession. A rhythmical singing with cries “Hare Krishna!” sounded. Then the unanimous sigh “Ho-o-u-um!” escaped the crowd of five thousand people and invisible bells rang out of somewhere. Holmes noticed the extraordinary order of everything. A small group of savadals kept it during all stages of preparing the ritual and during the ritual itself. They carried out a huge roll of red carpet runner and began unrolling it strictly along white marble flags, which stood out against a background of black marble of the temple. Minutes of tedious silence and everybody’s tension came. Holmes even began to feel how did that tension created by crowd of many thousands waiting for wonder began to paralyse his mind. He remembered what had Grisha warned him about and tried to escape the approaching public euphoria. With the first rays of the Sun bright chandeliers beneath the ceiling fired and at once lighted up all of many rich colours of India. A charming eastern melody sounded and birds began to sing, as if they had awoken from the deep dreams. Suddenly the whole temple seemed to breathe a deep sigh and everybody turned right as if trying to get up. And when the tension in the temple culminated, there, far off, at the very edge of red road getting beyond the horizon, in bright rays of the rising Sun a small nearly transparent figure with a noticeable black shock dressed in orange tunic appeared. The figure slowly moved along the red road making some jests towards sitting pilgrims with its left hand. And the crowd rocked following the moving of his hand, from which something was falling down the pilgrims’ heads.
This is viphuthi special clay in a form of powder, – whispered Prakash, – they consider it to possess certain curing qualities.
Holmes hardly heard what Kumar had said. Nonetheless a savadal standing his back to the road and looking narrowly at excited pilgrims immediately felt something wrong and made a fierce face. Sai Baba approached Holmes and he understood why it was so important to sit in the first rows. Sai Baba though of all his divine majesty could see eyes of three or at most five rows. He was a man of about seventy-five with tired swarthy “peasant’s” face and big sad black eyes. He carried notes given by pilgrims in his hands. A vacant smile of calmness wandered at his face. Sometimes he slowed down a little and peered at a face, which had attracted him; but then he made a slight wave of the hand as if bidding farewell to that glance impatiently waiting for him; then he continued his slow moving. Finally he appeared before Holmes and their eyes met each other for a second or two.
Who art thou? What dost thou need here? – Strictly asked the glance, though the face was still calm a peaceful.
A human. I would like to talk. – Holmes also silently answered not lowering his gaze, without a challenge, friendly but not ingratiatingly.
The gaze of Sai Baba said nothing. It roved somewhere forward and away from Holmes. After it he continued going forward with the same festinating gait.
It means that he didn’t hear or didn’t want to talk, – Holmes decided for himself still not taking his eyes off of Sai Baba’s back.
But suddenly he slowed down, then stopped and slowly turned back. After it he moved back and stopped before Holmes, looked at him and shortly asked:
Are you English?
Yes, – Holmes nodded assent.
How much[81]?
Two.
Go, – Sai Baba waved his hand and followed forth continuing his beat.
Holmes and Prakash rose and carefully overstepped the carpet road (a savadal interdicted to step on it with some jest). They went to the podium where two women had been already sitting waiting for an audience. Holmes before sitting down looked around searching for Grisha. But he was already getting out the privileged crowd on the podium.
Well, even here a certain hierarchy exists, – Holmes noted to himself.
Grisha came and sat down near.
Mr, Holmes, everything is going as with the Russians in the last year. That time Swami didn’t invited them at once as well. Let’s see what is going to be.
The ceremony has ended and Sai Baba called those who were waiting for him to follow him beyond the massive oaken doors opened by savadals for him. The room they’d entered was rather small. A heavy armchair resembling a throne upholstered with red velvet stood in the corner. To the left of it was a way to another room, hung with a heavy curtain. Sai Baba took a white napkin from a small escritoire, wiped sweat from his face and sat down the armchair. Women situated to the right and men to the left on the floor. The conversation at first started with women. It was a usual talk of women’s fate in the western inhabitant’s life, of her grieves and joys. For each of them Sai Baba spared some minutes, asked about their home deals and like a father gave advices what shouldn’t be done for living in calmness and gladness. But at once he for some times mildly rebuked them for improper behaviour. It was very similar to Catholic confessions but without any external attributes referring to the “church mysteries” of the ritual. It the end of the conversation Sai Baba seemed to shrink into him. Holmes strained all his attention, feeling that something strange was going inside the room. It was hard to find the words for it. That “something strange” was just hovering near, though one couldn’t either see or hear “it”. Suddenly Sai Baba made a wide jest with his right hand and a golden chain with an elegant pendant on it. He put it on the neck of the woman gone for ecstasies. And his eyes studied thoroughly the face of the woman sitting next to her. Her face was an ordinary face of a woman who had seen an inaccessible adornment in her friend’s attire. Sai Baba knew how to read even more intricate thoughts. He obviously had no intentions to bring up a feeling of envy. Thus the second jest followed, and another chain with precious pendant appeared and move to the neck of frustrate envious woman. From the conversation Holmes got that one woman was from Canada and another from Australia; but separated by a great distance they were twins in their passions. Finally, when sincere tears of tenderness and joy and numerous hearty thanks of the happy possessors of signs of attention were taken, Sai Baba addressed to the men.
What is your name? – He strictly asked Grisha.
Grisha, – the young man wasn’t confused and answered with a smile.
Krishna? – Sai Baba asked again even more strictly, but his eyes were laughing.
No, I’m Russian and my name is Grisha, – the translator answered as if continuing some game.
And why are you here with Englishmen, Krishna? Do you ant to translate my words on Russian for them? You should not; Russians understand everything well even without them. – He finished talking to Grisha with this strange phrase and only after it paid his attention to Holmes and his friend. – What has led you to me?
I would like to understand the “picnics”, – Holmes decided to go straight forth.
Yes, the picnics are easy, – Sai Baba told as of something well known – you have seen how it is made, – he nodded at the women on his left and continued immediately becoming serious. – Even if I wanted it I would not be able to explain you how the picnics were made. One should feel everything himself. And what are you doing? – And without waiting for an answer he declared for everybody. – He tries to understand how to make a “picnic” though he has never done them himself.
Faces of the presents showed that they completely didn’t realize what did the matter concerned of. But Sai Baba talked via eyes and words at different levels. That old and wise man knew much more that he could tell his visitors. Holmes understood that he would tell nothing by words. So he was just to read that, what was going in some unclear images from Sai Baba’s eyes. And his eyes wonderfully young and vivid read his visitor and told at once. But how hard was to read unfamiliar images from ancient ages; and even more difficult was to translate those images on any common language. Holmes remembered what Verov had told about concepts as of united systems of images and words in Spain. But that time even Verov was powerless.
And you, – Sai Baba strictly asked Prakash, – why are you here? You are not an Englishmen but like everything English. It is not good.
I help Mr. Holmes, – Kumar answered joining his hands like a prayer and his face changed its colour from swarthy to grey.
I know whom do you help and how, – Sai Baba smiled once again, – but why do you help little to your brother?
He lives in Russia and is doing well.
But he has more deals that he does not consider to be his deals. But they mean much for Russia and India. And you must help him, but for this you must understand that, what your brother has not understood yet. And Krishna understands something about these deals. – And he gave a conspiratorial wink to Grisha. – Help me, – he addressed to Prakash, and it was a sigh of a peculiar favour.
Prakash with prayerfully joined hands on his knees crept to the armchair. Sai Baba rose leaning on his shoulder showing thus that the audience was finished. Everybody stood up and went to exit. The huge space of the temple was lighted by the morning Sun and … empty. The conversation lasted for an hour but the crowd of five thousands had time to go away; and it perplexed Holmes a little. Pilgrims were going for breakfast and Holmes with his “escort” went to canteen too. After the breakfast Grisha offered to show the sights of ashram. During short walk Holmes saw the Museum of All Religions and the sacred tree. It was told, that sitting on it Sai Baba even in his childhood created exotic fruits for his neighbours. It was only about ten o’clock but the Sun burned unmercifully. Holmes asked Grisha to guide him to the local “post-office” to call to London. Audibility was fine and Watson told that he was ready to discuss the “picnics”. After phoning Holmes suggested returning to the hotel. Prakash alleged the need of solving a problem of leaving Puttaparthi and disappeared somewhere. Grisha went for his folder. Holmes waiting for Grisha stood near the hotel building called “NORD, 4”. His eyes fell on big tree near the stonewall fencing the whole ashram in. At that moment Grisha appeared.
Grisha, say me please, where did those Russians live?
Here, – Grisha pointed at the building “NORD, 4”, – they liked walking around this area and being amused by a family of monkeys living at this tree. Would you like to watch?
Holmes approached the tree attracted his attention and indeed saw sly snouts of young marmosets and their parents between bushes.
And how long have they been living here?
Oh, for long time, pilgrims feed them and consider being their good old friends.
Holmes accompanied by Grisha returned to his room and asked to tell in details of the Russians’ last year visit to the temple.
Everything had started as it was today with you, Mr. Holmes. But the Russians asked many questions to Swami at the first meeting. And their group of five men and six women didn’t seem to be unified. I’ve already told that I hadn’t been at their first meeting and know it only from descriptions. Swami for some purpose didn’t answer at once but postponed the meeting on the next day. However he wanted to talk only with three Russians, who had just come from Petersburg. Other eight had waited for eight months but Swami refused to see them again after the first time. Moreover he demanded talking without women and with a good translator. Thus the sign was given to me that my presence at the expecting conversation was desired because there weren’t other translators from Russian.
Grisha, and why did Sai Baba call you Krishna? – Holmes.
It is a kind of “game”, – Grisha smiled, – he calls me so every time in new guests’ presence.
And how do you think, does Sai Baba really create things I’ve seen from nothing?
Yes, and he says that everybody can do so. But I think he realizes that not everybody can. Look, he presented me this ring, – Grisha showed the ring with big a diamond on his right hand, – and I believe that he had created it himself, though outwardly all this is indistinguishable from illusionism. One of the Russians explained it from position of idea that the Universe is a process of triunity of matter, information and measure.
Tell it in more detail, Grisha. It seems to me that “creating” practise of Sai Baba directly refers to the “picnics” solution.
I’ll try to retell what I have heard from the Russians. However frankly speaking it would be difficult to tell it even on Russian, let alone English. The Russians consider Sai Baba to be an aggregorial[82] leader of some ancient Indian aggregor, which for many millennia maintained the crowd-“elitism” of that ancient country. They think that he is proficient in some ancient methods of matrix ruling, which are based on forming the images necessary for ruling and putting them in order on every mutually enclosed levels of organizing the Universe: from elementary particles of vacuum to atoms, molecules and their formations. Imagine that there are images (information) and a certain measure (order) is imparted to them. Then the process can be realized, though depending on how much does this order agree with that order, which is the objective measure i.e. God’s Predetermination Matrix. The Russians came to get look what can matrix methods of ruling degenerate to for many millennia, if everything happened only at level of images and the conceptual system wasn’t developed. Well, you see, any concept is a whole system consisting of images and certain words referring to them. Did you pay your attention on the poorness of Swami’s vocabulary, Mr. Holmes?
Well, but he spoke to me and to the Russians in English. If he had spoken on his native language…
Then… sorry for interrupting you, Mr. Holmes. Then nothing would have been changed. In other words, if he could express everything in certain words then there would be many people like Swami in India, or at least at Puttaparthi. But Sai Baba like all his previous incarnations is the only. And new Sai Baba will appear only after this one is dead. Swami says it himself. That’s why all what had the Russians seen here satisfied them. And they said to me that it was no use to ask Sai Baba about matrix methods of ruling because he could tell about them only in images.
And did he tell them? And did they understand what he had told?
At least one of them said that he had.
And can you, Grisha, retell it?
It’s rather hard, but I will try. They consider that zhretses of Ancient Atlantis exchanged the information each with other in immediate images during the direct biofield contact. From one hand it fastened the interchange of large amounts of information, but from other hand caused disregarding the standards of speech development. Moreover according to the Russian’ opinion with such attitude to telepathy and speech their psyche was nearly every moment included to these or those aggregors. And this involved to that their ability to model possible variants of events development was strongly limited. To put it differently – processes they aimed to rule in many cases developed with the speed of their imagination. And what was the most dangerous – without any alternative, i.e. without evaluating their consequences and quality of ruling in terms of “good”, “bad” or “undefined”.
But how could it be? – Asked Holmes.
I too couldn’t conceive it, – Grisha began answering, – until remembered how I had gone along the ice-covered ground (in England you also have it sometimes). I began to imagine with fear that I was gliding and falling. And before I got time to imagine it completely I had already fallen and nearly broken the back of my head.
And the case of zhretses of Atlantis is the same. The Russians think that everything wasn’t too bad, but such inalternativeness, which in real life was indistinguishable from their imagination, was an expression of their unrighteous morality. And that’s why all of this first or last should have led and led to the global catastrophe that destroyed that civilization. In other words the knowledge and skills they possessed were like matches or live cartridges, which do modern children sometimes play with.
And in our civilization telepathy and imagination having power over events are the property of not many. But a conceptual system, ability to develop one’s standards of thinking and speech are the possessions of everyone. And though they greatly yield to imagination and telepathy in packing the information, they have another advantage. They separate one’s imagination from imagination of other people and from aggregors. And this assists people to learn how to model multiversion current of events outside the process of influence aggregors and their imaginations on events in life. And they should include their imagination to ruling the current of events only having chosen the best variant from their point of view. Thus, the Russians think, the inalternativeness of life’s events following the unrighteous imagination is eliminated. And people recomprehending their morality help the moving of civilization along the God’s Predetermination Matrix to the side of objective righteousness.
I’ve heard such thought somewhere else, – Holmes said aloud. – Oh yes, of course, in Spain from Mr. Verov. Aren’t you acquainted with him by chance, Grisha?
No, I don’t know Mr. Verov, Mr. Holmes. Today there are many books devoted to the history of Atlantis in Russia, and this information exists in many sources. That’s not the point. The main is: though the conceptual system in modern civilization is developed and modelling in many branches of science proceeds on its basis, you will find a description of concept as of thinking category nowhere. What is “a concept”? – Not a single article from great amount of encyclopaedia explains. There are many abstruse unintelligible terms in them, but all this can’t be understood identically.
And this is a great danger for all the civilization. If things were in other way the biblical civilization would create neither atomic nor hydrogenous weapon. Probably there would be no atomic power plants and the mankind could found alternative sources of energy. In modern Russia there are people who have realized the problem, as the main threat to the mankind, and have already solved it. At the Internet site mentioned by Russians (www.dotu.ru) there are several works devoted to this problem. I’ll name the one: “On Imitating and Instigating Activities”. There is a special chapter that is called: “About concepts, world-understanding, mutual understanding”[83].
What concerns the talk between Swami and the Russians, I can tell only about my observations of their dialogue. It was a very interesting dialogue not in words but in gazes. It means that the talk was going as on two levels: on the first visible one they told about usual things. Swami in details said about lives of two of them, different domesticities, work and their passions. And everything was true, as they confessed later. But when the third had asked to speak about his life, Swami answered that it wasn’t really important for him, and that he should occupy himself with the work he was occupied all the time. Then he said that the work was very important and asked others to help the third. In the end of talk he promised to help the third too and to be always near. Sometimes Swami silenced for a minute and intently looked the third in the eye and he answered Swami the same. When we got out the temple I asked the third: what could their strange significant silence mean? And he answered me:
«We’ve told not with our tongues but with eyes. One can transfer much more information in visual images than in words, and it takes less time to make it. One can remember any painting in a museum in a minute, but an hour wouldn’t be enough to retell its contention. I loaded to him in images what I knew myself; he too sent me something on level of images. But we had known for long time what he told us, and what we had brought was quite new for him. It can change much from what is happening today in India and the world. Because Sai Baba, or precisely somebody using him forms here in Puttaparthi a new world religion, which would absorb all the best from other religions but would never abandon the worst from all of them: from atheism that is necessary condition of crowd-“elitism” stability in society. Grisha, I’m sure that Sai Baba is a kind man and he truly wishes people well. But he himself is a prisoner of the ashram, of the temple, and primarily of that ancient aggregor, which is used to maintain the stability of Indian society crowd-“elitism”. Grisha, agree that it’s really quite difficult to keep the crowd in exaltation for dozens of years. The tandem of brothers Strugatskys called this process so: “It’s hard to be a god”, as I remember. But I would add: If you don’t know who and what for appointed you to play a god on the Earth».
