the Ringing cedars of Russia
Vladimir Megre English translation by John Woodsworth

Book 4. Co-creation (1999)

Where do we go in sleep?


On several occasions Anastasia’s description of earthly civilisations contained references to the existence of life on other planets and in other galaxies of the Universe. And I got so interested in this that while I was listening to her tale about mankind’s past, I could only think about how life evolved out there, on other planets.

Anastasia, no doubt, saw my interest in her story waning, and stopped talking. I was quiet, too, thinking about how I could get her to tell in more specific detail about life in extraterrestrial civilisations. I could have asked her directly, of course, but she tends to get somehow distracted whenever she can’t explain why she knows something others don’t. And it seems to me that her desire not to stand out from other people on account of her abilities discourages her from talking about everything. I’ve begun noticing, for example, that she’s rather shy about her inability to explain how certain phenomena work. This is in fact what happened when I asked her directly:

“Tell me, Anastasia, are you able to teleport yourself in space? I mean: moving your body from one place to another?”

“Why are you asking me about that, Vladimir?”

“First tell me specifically: yes or no?”

“Vladimir, everybody has that kind of ability. But I am not sure I can explain to you just how natural this process is. You will only withdraw yourself from me again, saying I’m a witch. You will feel uncomfortable with me.”

“So that means you can?”

“I can,” she answered hesitantly, her head bowed.

“Then give me a demonstration. Show me how it happens.” “Perhaps I should try to explain first...”

“No, Anastasia, first show me. It’s always more interesting to watch something than to listen. And then you can explain.”

Anastasia had an estranged look about her as she rose to her feet. She closed her eyes, tensed up a little, and then disappeared before my eyes. Dumbstruck, I looked all around. I even felt with my hands the spot where she had just been standing, but all that was there was some trampled grass, while Anastasia was nowhere to be seen. Then I caught sight of her standing on the far side of the lake. I looked at her, speechless. Then she called out:

“Shall I swim to you? Or shall I once more...”

“Once more!” I replied and, taking care not to blink in case I missed anything, I began watching the figure of Anastasia standing on the other side of the small lake. All at once she vanished. Simply dissolved into thin air. Not even a trace of smoke was left at the place where I had just seen her. I continued to stand there unblinkingly

“I am here, Vladimir.” Anastasia’s voice sounded right beside me. Once again she was standing no more than a metre away. I found myself stepping back a little, then I sat down on the ground, trying not to show any sense of surprise or excitement. For some reason the thought came that suddenly she might take it into her head to dissolve my body and then not assemble it afterward.

Anastasia spoke first. “Only the owner of a body can fully dissolve it or split it into atoms. This is an ability available only to Man, Vladimir.”

I realised she was going to first try to prove to me that she was Man, and so as not to have her waste any time, I said:

“I realise that it’s only given to Man. But surely not to every Man.”

“Not to everyone. One must — ”

“I know what you’re going to say: One must have pure thoughts.”

“Yes. Pure thoughts, and besides that, the ability to think quickly and in images, to visualise in specific detail one’s self, one’s body and desire, a strong will, and faith in one’s self...”

“Don’t explain, Anastasia. Don’t waste your time trying. Tell me rather, can you move your body to any place at all?”

“Any place, yes, though I rarely do that. Any place can be very dangerous... Besides, there is no need to. Why move one’s body? There are other ways...”

“Why dangerous?”

“It is essential to get an accurate picture of the place you wish to move your body to.”

‘And if you don’t get an accurate picture, what can happen?”

“Your body might be lost.”


“For example, suppose you wanted to transport your body to the floor of the ocean, and the water pressure crushes it. Or you suffocate. Or you might wind up on a city street in front of an oncoming car, and the car hits your body and injures it.”

‘And can Man also transport his body to another planet?”

“Distance plays absolutely no role here. It will move itself to whatever place your thought dictates. After all, your thought goes to the destination first. It is also what assembles and puts together again the body that was earlier dissolved in space.”

“If I wanted to dissolve my body, what should I be thinking about?”

“You have to visualise all of its matter, right down to the tiniest atom, right to the nucleus, and see how the particles create an outwardly chaotic movement in the nucleus, and then mentally dissolve them in space. Then assemble them in their former sequence, in their outwardly chaotic movement in the nucleus, reproducing it accurately. It is all very simple. Just the way children play with blocks.”

“But mightn’t it turn out that on another planet there wouldn’t be a suitable atmosphere to breathe?”

“That is what I am saying — it is dangerous to transport one’s body without thinking it through carefully There are a lot of things to take into account ahead of time.”

“So that means it won’t work out to go to another planet?” “It can. It is possible to take some of the surrounding atmosphere along, too, and the body will live in that for a time. But generally it is better not to transport one’s body without a particular need for it. In most cases it is sufficient to watch from a distance with one’s ray, or transport only one’s second, non-material self.”

“Incredible! It’s hard to believe that every Man was once capable of doing something like that!”

“Why do you say once? One’s second human self is capable even now of moving about freely, and it does move. Only

people do not assign it any specific tasks. They do not set it any goal.”

“Who... — what kind of people does this happen with?” “Right now it basically happens when a person sleeps. It is possible to do the same when one is awake, but on account of the general bustle as well as all sorts of dogmas and various contrived problems, people are losing more and more the ability to control their own selves. They are losing the capacity for imaginative thinking.”

“Maybe because it’s not that interesting to travel without one’s body?”

“Why would you think that? In terms of what you feel, the final result can often be the same.”

“Well, if the result were the same, people wouldn’t go dragging their bodies around, travelling to different countries. Right now the tourist business is pretty profitable in our world. And there’s something I don’t quite understand about that mysterious second self of Man’s. If one’s body hasn’t been somewhere, that means the Man wasn’t there either. It’s just as simple and clear as that.”

“Do not try to jump to hasty conclusions, Vladimir. I shall now present you with three different scenarios. And you try to tell me in which case this hypothetical person actually took a trip.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“Here is the first... Imagine yourself or some other person sound asleep. He is placed on a stretcher. While still asleep, he is put on an aeroplane and taken to another country — from Moscow to Jerusalem, for example. Still sleeping, he is driven up and down the main street, taken into the main temple, and still asleep, brought back the same way and put back where he started. What do you think — was the traveller from Moscow really in Jerusalem?”

“Tell me the other two scenarios first.”

“Fine. The second traveller went to Jerusalem all on his own, walked along the main street, spent a little time in the temple and then went home.”

‘And the third?”

“He left his body behind. But he had the ability to visualise everything at a distance. He walked around the city as though in a dream. He visited the temple, dropped in somewhere else, and then mentally returned to his previous activities... Now, who of the three was actually in Jerusalem, do you think?”

“In the fullest sense, only one of the three was there. That was the one who consciously decided to make the journey and see everything for himself.”

“Let us say that is so, but in the final analysis, what did each of them get out of the visit?”

“The first traveller didn’t get anything out of it. The second was able to tell about everything he saw. As for the third... The third person would probably also be able to talk about it, only he might make mistakes, since he saw everything in a dream, and a dream can be quite different from reality.”

“But the dream as a phenomenon is also a reality.”

“Well, yes, the dream exists as a phenomenon. Maybe it’s a reality too, but what are you getting at?”

“At the fact, which you will probably not deny, that Man is always able to connect or make contact between two existing realities.”

“I know what you’ve been driving at here. You want to say that it’s possible to control a dream and direct it where you want.”


“But what exactly helps that come about?”

“It comes about with the help of the energy of thought, and its ability to free any reality for penetration into images.” ‘And what then, does it register an impression of everything that goes on in some other country, like a TV camera?” “Excellent! The TV camera can serve as a primitive confirmation. So, Vladimir, you have reached the conclusion that it is not always necessary to transport material bodies to feel what is happening in a faraway land?”

“Perhaps not always. But why did you start telling me about this? Are you trying to prove something?”

“I realised that when you began talking about other worlds that you would demand or ask that I show them to you. I want to carry out your request without putting your body at risk.”

“You guessed everything right, Anastasia. I really was going to ask you about that. So, there’s life on other planets after all? Gosh, it’d be jolly interesting to see them!”

“Which planet would you like to visit?”

“What — are there a lot of them — inhabited, I mean?”

“There are a great many, though none more interesting than the Earth.”

“But still, what kind of life is there on the others? And how did it originate?”

“When the Earth appeared as a Divine co-creation, many of the elements of the Universe were eager to repeat this marvellous creation. They wanted to create their own on other worlds, using planets which in their opinion were suitable. They began creating them, but nobody could create life in a harmony anything like that of the Earth.

“There is in the Universe, for example, a planet where ants predominate over everything. There are a great number of ants on it. The ants devour other life-forms. When there is nothing left for them to eat, they turn to eating each other and die. And the element that created this kind of life is trying to re-create it anew, but it certainly is not turning out any better. Nobody has been able to bring all the elements together in harmony.

“There are also planets where the elements have tried, and are still trying, to create a vegetative world similar to the Earth. And they are creating it. Those planets are growing trees, grass and bushes. But each time their creations reach full maturity they die. None of the elements of the Universe has been able to guess the secret of reproduction. They are like Man today. After all, Man today has created a lot of artificial things all on its own. But not one of his creations can reproduce itself. They break down, rot away, decay and demand constant maintenance. The majority of people on the Earth have been turned into slaves of their own creations. Only the creations of God are capable of reproducing themselves and living in harmony in all their great diversity”

“But are there planets in the Universe, Anastasia, where beings are involved in technology the way Man is?”

“Yes, there are, Vladimir. There is a planet that has six times the Earth’s volume and has beings outwardly similar to Man. Their technology is artificial, and has been perfected far beyond the technology of our Earth. Life on this planet was created by an element of the Universe which believes itself to be on a par with God, and is striving for predominance over God’s creations.”

“Tell me, are they the ones who have come to the Earth in their space ships — the ‘flying saucers’ we see?”

“Yes. They have tried to make contact with Earth people on a number of occasions. But for the Earth their contacts — ” “No, wait. Is there any way you can take me, or my second self, to that planet for a visit?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Then take me there.”

After that Anastasia asked me to lie down on the ground and relax. Telling me to spread out my arms to the sides, she placed one of her hands in mine and in a short time I began to doze off into something similar to sleep. I say something similar, as this dozing off was most unusual. First my body felt more and more relaxed. I couldn’t feel my body any more, though I could see and hear everything around me perfectly well — the singing of the birds, the rustling of the leaves. Then I closed my eyes and sank into a sleep, or ‘divided myself’ (as Anastasia would put it). But to this day I am not in a position to say what happened to me next or how. If it is to be assumed that with Anastasia’s help I fell asleep and had a dream, the fulness of my sensations and the clarity of my awareness of everything I saw can in no way be compared with any human dream.

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