Book 2. Ringing cedars of Russia (1997)
(I don’t know what to call it; whoever can,
come up with a title yourselves)
I decided to tell Anastasia’s grandfather about my new as-sistants:
“A lot of articles are now being written about Anastasia. She’s being talked about in both academic and religious circles. One production team, made up of very religious and considerate people, offered me a deal to grant them, in return for payment, the exclusive right to interpret and comment on Anastasia’s sayings in the mass media. I agreed.”
‘And for what amount, Vladimir, did you agree to sell them Anastasia?”
The tone of his question and what he was getting at left a rather bad taste in my mouth. And I answered:
“What do you mean, ‘sell’? I told them more about Anas-tasia than I wrote in the book. I told religious people so that they could offer their exclusive comments as well as their explanations of what she said. They want to meet with her. They’re even ready to finance an expedition. I agreed. What’s wrong with that?”
The old fellow didn’t respond immediately Since no reply was forthcoming, I added:
“They offered me money for an exclusive right — that’s the way we do things — people offer services for money. They will earn even more from their publications.”
The oldster lowered his head and remained silent for a while. Then, as if thinking things over aloud, he said:
“So, you, in your enterprising way, sold Anastasia and they, assuming themselves to be the most religious and competent people in the world, decided to buy her.”
“Well, that’s a pretty strange way of putting it. So, when it comes right down to it, what did I do wrong?”
“Tell me, Vladimir, didn’t it ever enter your head or the heads of those ‘religious’ people to think of asking, finding out or realising just who Anastasia herself wished to talk to and when — and how? And do people in your world go vis-iting without so much as an advance request to the host? I don’t recall her asking anybody to visit her.”
“If she doesn’t want to talk with them, she doesn’t have to. She didn’t sign any deal.”
“But you did! She is ready to share what she knows with everyone, but it is her right to determine how she’s going to do this. And if she’s chosen to set it forth in a book and with your expression, who has the right to dictate or demand another? She made the choice herself, but somebody wants to change that, and the reason behind the effort to alter her choice is clear. She will not talk with people who put them-selves ahead of everyone else. With people whose self-right-eousness, she knows, will distort, overturn and adjust to their own way of thinking the truths she holds sacred.”
“Why paint such a dark picture ahead of time? These peo-ple are interested in many different teachings. They are very religious.”
“It is they who have determined that they are the most re-ligious of all. Religious self-righteousness is the apex of the most deadly of sins — pride.”
I began to be overwhelmed with an inexplicable sense of anger at myself. I had not yet received payment for the deal and so I was able to break it. And shortly afterward, not see-ing anything amiss, I signed another deal with one of the re-ligious centres for the exclusive right to my own interviews.
Once again I was taken in by their considerate attitude and the religious knowledge they displayed. Especially since this deal concerned me alone, and I could do with myself what I pleased. But once again both they and I fell into a trap, and once again it turned out that I had indirectly sold Anastasia, and they had bought her.
And this time it was not Anastasia’s grandfather but a Moscow woman journalist who, after reading the new agreement, flustered:
“Boy, how stupid can you get? You’ve sold Anastasia real cheap. Take a closer look and see what the fine print says. You’ve signed over the right to others — an exclusive right — to exploit and use as they see fit, over the most powerful in-formation channel there is, everything you said relating to Anastasia. You’ve denied yourself the right even to question their opinion, no matter what it is.”
To what degree that’s true it’s hard to say Maybe I’d better cite a few of the points of the agreement here:
While this Agreement is in force the AUTHOR waives the right to give video interviews and prepare any audio materials using the concepts or terms that are in the programmes, either directly or indirectly.
After analysing all the events connected with the writing, publication and distribution of the Anastasia book, I came to the conclusion that people who call themselves “strongly religious” have a dark side which they themselves fear, and thus keep trying to assure others and persuade them of their religiosity They are probably afraid that people will discover their dark side.
It’s so much simpler with entrepreneurs. Their actions and goals are more open, less obscured, and consequently they are also more honest both to themselves and to those around them, to society It’s possible I am mistaken. But you can’t get away from the facts.
Three Moscow students keyboarded the text of Anastasia. They had no expectations of compensation any time soon. They never talked about any religious matters.
The book was published by the manager of Moscow Print- shop Number Eleven, a retired officer by the name of Gennady Vladimirovich Grutsia, at his own expense. The print-run was small and there wasn’t even a thought of breaking even. Grutsia, an entrepreneur, never talked of religious matters either. The next run was paid for by the business manager of the Moscow Publishers’ Clearance House, Yuri Anatolievich Nikitin, but then it turned out he wasn’t dealing in books at the time. He gave me the greater part of the print-run to sell. He set no deadline for getting a return on his investment. And he, too, never talked about religious matters.
And then the ‘religious’ people began putting in their two cents’ worth. And a print-run of 45,000 was released by an un-derground press. When this ‘religious’ firm was discovered, they started proclaiming their religiosity and desire to pro-duce bright things, and even promised to pay author’s royal-ties. They still keep promising that. And that’s not the only case. ‘Religious’ people generally seem to be very neglectful of accounts, especially when they’re the ones who owe money.
As to the transfer of exclusive rights, I have decided to make it clear on the pages of this book: I shall no longer give exclusive rights for the interpretation of Anastasia’s sayings to anybody And if anybody challenges me on that, let people know that I have not given anything voluntarily!
Why do I say voluntarily? The Moscow journalist who helped me break the contract soon became the target of anonymous threats. Who made them? What did they want? What kind of ‘religion’ do they profess? They support their religion by extortion. Well, I know what the extortion racket is all about; after all there are human beings there too. And I want to warn them: be extra careful around ‘religious’ people. And before getting into anything, consider calmly and carefully where these ‘religious’ people are talcing you.
There’s more. In the first book I wrote that I had invited Anastasia to come to Moscow herself and appear on our TV, but she refused. I couldn’t understand why at the time. But now it is clear to me what she foresaw. Even after the book came out, there have been many interpretations of what she said. Many quite different interpretations. Some are inter-esting, some are controversial, but among others one could clearly trace the desire on the part of certain people to inter-pret her in a manner that would serve their own interests. Direct challenges were thrown my way, for example:
“So you think you alone have the right to talk with her?” “You don’t understand everything, let others speak with her, more will come out of it.”
But she is not an object to hand over to someone. She is Man! And she herself has the right to decide how she will act, whom she will speak with and what she will say. Now it’s become clearer than ever that Anastasia is really being sub-jected to attack by a visible and invisible throng of dark forces in the guise of fanatics and self-seekers.
Back in the first book I quoted Anastasia as saying:
“I know what a terrible mass of dark forces will descend upon me... but I am not afraid of them. I will succeed in raising my son. I will succeed in seeing my plan come true. And people will be carried across the dark forces’ window of time.”
In Anastasia’s world they instruct their children up to eleven years of age. In other words, she has at least another ten years she can hold out.
‘And then what?” I asked her grandfather. “Is she bound to perish?”
“It’s hard to say,” the old fellow answered. “They all died quite a bit earlier, compared to her, and more than once she has embarked on a journey foretelling physical death, but each time, at the last moment, the law has flared up — forgotten it maybe, but it is still strong enough to overrule anything else. It has illuminated the essence of the truth about earthly existence. And it has caused life to remain in her earthly body” The old man fell silent and once again, preoccupied in thought, began tracing some sort of symbols on the ground with his stick. I too began thinking, wondering how on earth I got myself involved in a situation like this! But the thing was, I couldn’t very well walk away from it now. It might have been possible earlier, but not now, because of the child.
Anastasia had given birth to a son. Even though she’d rath-er devote herself to caring for the child and raising him, she is not going to abandon her dream — to carry people across the dark forces’ window of time. And she will not. Because she’s really very stubborn. Someone like her will not walk away.
And who will help her, naive as she is? If I should renege on my promise, she’s got nobody left. She’d go to pieces. And that’s something that should not happen to a nursing mother. She’s got to finish her breast-feeding, at the very least. And so I asked her grandfather:
“Is there anything I can do for Anastasia?”
“Try to figure out, for a start, what she’s talking about and what she wants. Then aimless wandering will give way to un-derstanding, and a wave of warmth will cheer the heart, and over the world will be unfurled a new dawn.”
“Can you make it any more specific?” I asked.
“It’s hard for me to formulate it in any more specific way The whole important thing is sincerity in all. So start by doing what is dictated by your heart and soul.”
“She told me about a particular Russian provincial town,” I remarked. “Said something about it possibly becoming richer than Jerusalem or Rome. Because all around there are many sacred sites of our forebears. Sites more significant than the temples at Jerusalem. Only the local people do not have suf-ficient conscious awareness to discern them. I want to go there, and change their conscious awareness.”
“That’s not something that can be done quickly, Vladimir.” “Well, you see, I didn’t know it couldn’t be done, and so I promised Anastasia. And there must be some way of bringing about a change.”
“Since you didn’t know it couldn’t be done, you shall change it indeed. More power to you! And now it’s time for me to go.” “I’ll see you off.”
“Don’t waste your time. No need to see me off. Think about what you have to do.”
The old fellow got up and offered me his hand.
I watched Anastasia’s grandfather recede into the distance along the tree-lined boulevard, and thought of my forthcom-ing trip to the city of Gelendzhik, remembering what Anas-tasia had told me about it. And it was no mere chance con-versation.