Earthing. Part I (Chapters I–III)

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PART I

CHAPTER I

"Don't wait until the iron is hot to forge – but forge it, and it will get hot." – William Butler Yates

I grew up, I read books, I also raved about traveling, asking millions of questions to my parents and teachers, trying not to let the world pass through my fingers and look into every corner of it , even if it was very dark and dusty. It seemed that the harder it was to reach it, the more secrets it held. It was always not enough, I knew for sure that Christopher Columbus and Fernando Magellan would never have been able to put up with living within the confines of one continent. I wanted to look beyond the borders of my own region at least, just for starters. Observing my misery and mayhem, my older brother, Igor taught me how to drive a motorcycle. Guys my age mostly rode on stolen motorcycles. Where could we get our own? We'd steal one from someone else, enjoy it, ride it around in front of the locals, and then the older guys would take it away from us.

That's how we lived, not resenting the shortages and constant scuffles. But before the army I still managed to buy my own old Minsk. I had 50 rubles, an unheard-of wealth. A second-hand Minsk cost 100 rubles, twice as much. Suddenly, my sister suggested that I go potato farming for her and earn another 50 rubles.

I was jubilant. I picked potatoes and bought my first motorcycle. My "fierce horse" broke down every day, but it did not reduce my exuberant happiness. I was smiling, "the first guy in the village", the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village, the first guy in the village.

CHAPTER II

He was a former junior officer, He was an example to us, He was like a young pioneer, always ready!

And here he came straight from the ship to give coal to the country. – V.Vysotsky

In 1976 I went into the army and served in Moscow in the automobile troops until 1978. After the service I returned to my hometown, followed in the footsteps of my parents and brother, got a job at the legendary mine "Sokurskaya" (Saran, Karaganda region) as a mine worker of the cleaning face.

Everyone knew the name Petrukhin, a real miner's surname. My father and elder brother worked at the mine until their retirement. My mother also worked there, only in the rolling drift.

The Sokurskaya mine became tragically famous throughout the Soviet Union when a methane explosion killed more than 100 people in 1978.

At that very time, I and my friends were taking training courses to work in the mine. After graduation, out of 20 young specialists, 17 refused to go further, fearing new tragedies.

In those years the mine was losing one or two workers a month, scaring young people away from the prospect of the hard luck of mining. Three of us started work.

10 years we spent underground. "In the depths of Kazakhstani ores" I passed through a tart school of labor, patience and courage. To live through these years, as to turn the page, sharp, full of tension days, sleepless nights, struggle for fulfillment and overfulfillment of the production plan, to overcome ruthless forces of nature, ready to destroy human destinies, leaving bloody traces in the history of the heyday of the coal industry.

He got married, had children. Twice he fell under the rubble, twice he miraculously got out on the surface of the earth. The first one was the worst. Trapped in the depths of our native land, unable to get out on our own, we were waiting for a rescue team, Thoughts were rushing through my head, not daring to dwell on individual details. After a while, some phrases began to pop up in my memory: "…you will gain the energy of the earth and put down your roots so deeply that you will always return home again and again, overcoming the most difficult obstacles…".

"You'll put down roots deep…" I smirked. It couldn't have been any deeper. The rescue operation lasted over four hours. There were casualties, but my companion and I came out unharmed, with incredible fatigue and the desire never to return to the mine again.

Already at home, in pitch darkness, so as not to wake anyone, I reflected on my childhood memories and the power of once heard words.

"And the word became flesh and dwelt among us."

Once, while traveling in Africa, I met an amazing tribe – the Dogon. This tribe is very different from most Africans, they are very beautiful, statuesque, tall . It is amazing that even a thousand years before Copernicus they knew the structure of the Universe. The priests of the tribe have been keeping knowledge about the Universe and spiral worlds, about the solar system, about the triple star system of Sirius for thousands of years and sincerely believe that the world will exist as long as people are talking.

Dialogue has raised civilization to a level of high technological development and has brought about an information revolution, placing the word on an unattainable pedestal of honor.

Words spoken aloud awaken the powers dormant in us. They connect the ages, bind our hearts with invisible threads, and create our future. The word born of thought informs the actions we take and shapes our path.

Simple truths that one must not lose sight of in order not to lose fateful landmarks on the vast expanse of the great journey called "life". The power of the earth kept me safe, lighting beacons on my path. I understood that the words of the shaman found their confirmation in the most difficult situations, and gave me another portion of energy to overcome obstacles. "Darkness does not exist. Look for the light, there is an opportunity there to make a step and the power to change everything. Follow the Sun."

"Darkness does not exist, seek the light, there is opportunity there to make a move and the power to change everything, follow the sun…"

AND IT'S NOT ABOUT THE NAME OF THE GOD YOU'RE WILLING TO BOW YOUR HEAD TO.
IT'S ABOUT THE MAN HIMSELF.

CHAPTER III

CHOICE IS ALWAYS FREEDOM…

Sadhu Amar Bharati, many years later during my travels in India, helped me to understand more deeply the meaning of everything that was happening. Sadhutak's story amazed me that I did my best to seek him out upon my arrival in the land of the most ancient knowledge about the structure of the world. Rumors of the Indian saint, who had taken a vow to keep his right hand up for 40 years in the name of serving the gods, were spread over thousands of kilometers of diverse, diverse and very ambiguous India.

The number of followers increased day by day, exponentially, expanding the geography of courage, steadfastness of character and humility. His dried up hand, skinny as a stick, covered with old leather, became an inexorable protest against war and cruelty, for the preservation of peace in the whole world.

When I found him, I could only gesture to show him my joy and somehow show respect for the path he had chosen. When the locals saw me, they signaled for me to wait. An interpreter appeared. We talked with Sadhu Amar Bharati the whole night.

He was saying that mankind has lost the true meaning of the word responsibility. And it is not a question of the name of the god before whom you are ready to bow your head….. It's about man himself.

By taking responsibility in its original meaning for everything that happens, you make yourself the epicenter of the main actions. Whether it's a raging element like Hurricane Sandy, the tsunamis I was lucky enough to experience, or a serious conversation with my son.

By accepting responsibility, you become an integral part of a huge system, you get the right to control your reality, to create a world that is capable of the scale of your intentions. Remember, you are always a part of something bigger, limitless, full of possibilities, in eternal movement towards your ideal.

Have you ever looked into the eyes of your children? When a child is born, it falls in love with the world around it. Breathing in, breathing out – the little being becomes a part of the boundless cosmos and is included in the endless cycle of energy.

The baby grows, produces more and more complex actions, and finally, at last, the whole white world declares itself a Man, an amazing creature with an indefatigable intention to create, to create, to do great things. There is no stopping him.

Overwhelmed by an unconscious impulse, he seeks and finds, explores, designs and builds, lights his way with rays of beauty, moral grandeur and awe. He descends into the bowels of the globe, to extract untold treasures. He liberates immense forces of energy from confinement, invades the blackening depths of the ocean and the azure expanse of the heavens.

"By accepting responsibility, you make yourself the epicenter of major action, and let it be a raging element like Hurricane Sandy, the tsunamis I was fortunate enough to experience, or a serious conversation with my son…"

He conquers the fierce fire, the crushing power of waterfalls, subdues hurricanes and tornadoes, abolishes the force of gravity, the laws of time and space. The Great Sun kneels before him to begin to serve faithfully and truthfully him and for his sake – all mankind. All powers are at your disposal if you take absolute responsibility for your life. In your endeavor," he told me, "you have set in motion a process of interconnectedness and unity, following your true destiny.

"By accepting responsibility, you become an integral part of a huge system, you gain the right to control your reality, to create the kind of world that the scale of your intentions can do"

Remember, choice is always freedom, it is an answer, it is a step towards a goal, while silence is the lot of the slave.

"choice is always freedom, it is an answer, it is a step towards the goal, while silence is the lot of the slave…"

Any difficulties are as insubstantial and irrelevant as roadside dust on a wanderer's shoes if one's passion for something higher than one's own ego is ignited.

* * *

I guess that's how it was, at that point I hadn't really thought about the inexplicable force that was propelling me forward. I just took the bike and rode. I broke through the walls erected in search of a stable life for my family, opened the locks and broke down the doors, let my heart free, frozen in anticipation of the new. My soul stirred with the roar of the engine, trembled with impatience somewhere between my ribs.

He rushed with all his might, sweeping away all the obstacles in his way, occasionally turning into a stone statue in response to objections and worried faces of his friends.

Any restrictions caused only bewilderment and sometimes fear, while freedom of choice and desire, so that it burned in the chest from impatience, clear the way thousands of kilometers ahead, spread wings, make the impossible for someone – real, tangible, possible here and now, one hundred percent.

Mining school is behind us.

I got my diploma and my rhombus sign.

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