Евгений Сергеевич Мешков
Simple Truths of Life
While I was translating from English into Russian my notes about my dream, I finally realized who the other convicted murderer was…
The dream from August 25, 2015. I only remember that the clock showed 10:03 when the lesson began in our school’s cafeteria. The teacher asked the student about his summer vacation, and he talked a lot about different things. I realized then that I had nothing to share. I just sat at home all summer with my habits. Then someone else was asked. I looked at the clock. 10:33. Then there was something about a bun, which was divided into three pieces. Then I realized that these were mine and Anton’s classes in that room. All the people who got asked were from my class. Vlad was to my right, and Sergey set to my left. I became a little worried that they could ask me, but then I realized that about ten minutes remained until the end of the lesson, and I decided that I would most likely be fine.
August 31, 2015. The dream began with my parachute descent to the surface of the planet. There was another man whom I had to save by fastening his body to my belt. Strange, but instead of landing, we flew through a system of bright blue caves and somehow turned 90 degrees around the walls. I knew that we were flying out of the cave, and the exit was located on top of the mountain. I opened a map (similar to that from the Skyrim videogame) to see that the village where we needed to go was nearby. We flew down and landed at the houses. The man spoke for a while with a woman who seemed important. Perhaps the village leader? Then I ended up in school in history class. When I left the class, I again thought that I did not need to be there. I have already completed my studies; why should I go to school again? I thought that I can skip school for as many days as I want, or that I have already skipped it for many days, and there should be no consequences for me because I am no longer a part of the school, and there are no documents saying that I should to go there. Having reached the door of the biology class, I looked inside and went to the exit. A guard who was not at his desk asked me what I was looking for. He clearly did not think that I was one of the students. I said something about the ground floor and left the building, thinking that the guard could follow me to ask me more questions, but he did not do that. I went along the diagonal path to the gate for cars. Then I started to run and, apparently, scared a black boy who most likely thought that I was chasing him for some reason. I was outside the school grounds, and I do not remember anything else…
The dream that occurred on September 6 or 7, 2015. I was sitting in the biology class. It was 1995 (I do not remember that in the first grade I was ever near the biology class). Strange, but the whole class, including myself, greeted the boy who was in the video game Resident Evil 2 (in reality, the game was released on January 21, 1998), and then someone behind me shouted out his greeting in a funny manner, and everyone laughed. Boy Leon had curly red hair, but did not look like Leon from the videogame. The game itself was apparently directed by Steven Spielberg. Even stranger was the fact that adult actors appeared who played Leon and Claire. A little later, a voice told me: “You are our creation”.
On September 20, 2015, I had a dream related to my desire to ask our neighbor about who lived in our apartment before mom. In the dream, I met him at the lake and carefully asked him my question. He said that he started living in the house a year after its construction. Then he showed me a very large book containing all cases of committed crimes. One of them showed my life relating to giant beavers. According to the book, this happened 5 000 years ago.
But that was a dream. In real life, I finally found an opportunity to ask my neighbor if he knew the people who lived in our apartment before us. He did not know anything.
Perhaps I should say about some strange events that occurred in our apartment. Many years ago, I woke up in the morning and heard that the CD boombox standing at my bed was turned on. It was definitely turned off when I went to sleep, and I thought that I myself could turn it on in the middle of a dream. This was the only such case with the boombox. Another time I woke up in the middle of the night to realize that the TV was working; it was also turned off when I went to bed. Nothing inexplicable happened in my apartment, but sometimes I think that if someone really lived in our apartment before my mother, then at the death of that person, his 19% of electrons can visit an old familiar place from time to time. Is this the case – I do not know.
October 10, 2015. In this dream, I was in the school’s locker room. After some time, it was announced that the system in the country had changed, and then it became clear that I was at the center of all this activity. We went outside, and my classmates invited me to celebrate the event, but I replied that now I have responsibilities and I cannot get drunk. I went back to school where I asked a woman if the camera could broadcast live video. She said “yes”, and I went to the third floor. There was another woman with a camera, but she did not answer my question, and I left the room. Then I stood alone with my phone, streaming a YouTube video, or something like that, and I talked about what awaited the people ahead. At the end of the dream, or perhaps when I was waking up, I thought that removing money would not be perceived by everyone as something good, and some people might think that they are being robbed.
On this the series of dreams about the school was, by and large, ended. I have two prevailing thoughts on what these dreams could mean when it comes to constantly returning to the place where I have finished studying and did not want to be at.
The first thought is the fact that in this life I constantly return to old habits and things that I should have left behind a very long time ago. In this sense, these dreams could show me that I should start living in the present and not look back.
And the second thought is related to reincarnation. Sometimes I wondered if my life was not the first. I wondered why Thiaooubians have been helping me. Does my poor health have anything to do with it? Perhaps the fact that I really began self-education and tried to learn to see Auras also somehow allowed Thao and Biastra to help me without violating the Universal Law? Then I remembered about that bright entity at my village house. I was five years old, and this was the first and only time that I saw anyone like that. Needless to say, it was thanks to that episode that I began to be interested in the unknown side of life, which resulted in me finally finding the answers to my questions.
When Thao showed Michel what she was capable of, she appeared in the form of a completely golden and shining silhouette, as if a fire was burning inside of her. The essence that I saw is a little different from what Michel described, but I still could not help asking: could that bright entity be one of Thiaooubians? And if so, why me? I do not know the exact answer to this question, and for reasons of morality and honesty I have no right to go too far in my thoughts.
But I think that I can reflect on the following.
If mistakes lead to suffering, then correct decisions lead to positive consequences. Perhaps I did something right in a past life, and thanks to this I had my experience with the bright entity which, along the chain of further events, led me to find the book from Thiaoouba?
But then I remembered the reaction of Michel Desmarquet when he found out that he lived his 81st life! Yes, he believed that he had not lived his first life, but it was a surprise for him that he had lived so many lives.
Then we can talk about Moses, who, as Thao said, was waiting for his birth on Thiaoouba when he was offered to become Moses. From Exodus 4:10, we can conclude that Moses had problems with speech. And this despite the fact that his Astral body was of the last ninth category.
Thao taught Michel and us that when a person chooses to be born on a planet of a lower category than the Astral body, he must suffer, as he immerses himself in worse conditions where his advanced spirituality cannot exist.
Having all this, I again have a question – what if?
Then the people who lived in Sodom and Gomorrah were also punished for their mistakes and for their unwillingness to learn and change. This happened even though their Astral bodies were of a higher category – as we know from the book Thiaoouba Prophecy.
As a child, I understood some things about the Universe and life, and my correctness was later confirmed in the book Thiaoouba Prophecy, the truthfulness of which was confirmed by my many experiences with Thao – especially telepathic messages, which are the ultimate evidence for me. As for visions, I understand that they can come not only from Thiaooubians – for example, they can come from a man’s Higher Self.
Whether I lived on planets of higher categories or not, I do not know. Due to some bad deeds that I have done in this life, some of which you already know, my Astral body could not be of too high spiritual category. And due to the lack of clear indisputable knowledge about the category of my soul, I am obliged to consider myself a person of the first category – which I do. A different way of thinking would be simply wrong with all the consequences of mistakes. But how to explain then that my life is so closely connected with Thiaoouba? Again, I can only speculate that perhaps I made the right decision in one of the past lives on Earth, and in this life the consequences of that hypothetical decision were materialized into help from Thiaooubians, which in turn led to my help to them – but this just one of the speculations.
This very book that I am writing is a help from me, since I would like more people to learn about the book Thiaoouba Prophecy and that it is completely true – and I have little doubt that my book would not exist if I would not have the knowledge that I have. Later you will learn how else I helped Thiaooubians and people.
I want to note that in this life I did not have a craving for alcohol, and no cravings whatsoever for smoking and various substances. If we literally interpret the dream where I was a man with alcohol in my hand and the absence of any plans for life, it may be that I have no craving for alcohol due to the fact that I already got some knowledge from a past life regarding the consequences of drinking such drinks?
In fact, in my present life, I have only two obvious addictions that you already know about. Both, unlike alcohol, smoking and drugs, can only be activated by willpower, which eliminates the need to acquire something that could lead me to false and erroneous states of calm, fun, or pleasure. And for this reason, or because of the natural work of the imagination and sexual organs (if they are used when it is really needed and right) it was so hard for me to get rid of these two habits. But when I find the solution, I assume that most likely I will not have to deal with bad habits of this scale in this Universe in any of my future lives.
I should say that I am fully aware that not all dreams should be taken literally. As you will see later, I had dreams that could never be real. But given the synchronicity and uniqueness of some dreams – when I had the first and last false awakening, for example – I cannot just take and toss everything that was said in them aside. That would be unreasonable. By the way, Michel had a true dream on Thiaoouba, and it showed real things using abstraction.
I want to briefly talk about another dream that I had on November 23, 2015. In the dream, I and other people were on a spaceship. We were wearing spacesuits, and we were preparing to go into outer space, as I heard knocks on the hatch. I asked if everyone heard this? This was strange as I knew that there was nothing but a vacuum behind the hatch. There were other knocks in other parts of the ship too. I saw this as a warning. The hatch was open, and something went wrong with the spacesuits. The whole chamber was depressurized and the same thing happened with the costumes of all people except mine. I quickly began to seal the room, and when this was done, I thought whom to help first? The medic seemed the right decision. I managed to resurrect her – a young blonde. Then I started trying to resurrect a woman with black hair. Because I was in a hurry, I did not use all the equipment that I used for the blonde. Some device behind the girl’s neck was supposed to bring her back to life. I pressed the button several times, but nothing. The blonde then said: “It’s only you and me now, Zhenya”. The moment that she said this, she looked at me and threw herself to hug me. It was so unexpected that I got a bit scared and woke up…
I can find several parallels between this dream and events that happened a few years later…
As for work, all summer of 2015 I was making a website where I collected all the grammar rules of the English language. I translated everything into Russian and had two versions of the website in two languages. I was able to get an AdSense account using my website and placed ad units on it.
Once I had a dream that said that there was something wrong with the advertisement. Having visited my website, I really saw a problem with displaying ads which could result in my ban on AdSense if I did not fix it.
After many months, I earned less than a dollar. It is quite understandable, since there are lots of similar websites that teach the same rules. I closed my website for obvious reasons.
But my experience was not a failure, as I learned from my own experience that money is the main evil of our planet. It was very clear that in a rational world there should have been only one website teaching people English, for example. It would be written by several experts, and people could ask their questions on the website’s forum. As for all those hundreds of thousands of people who would be left without work? In a rational world, they would do other work together with other people, which would reduce the overall working day for the whole society. I will talk about this in more detail in the Manifesto of this book.
As for my daily life, on June 25, 2016, I decided to buy licensed copies of the three parts of the videogame Dark Souls which I played for a long time – too long.
When I first clicked the “Play” button on Steam, I clearly told myself that I would not swear and have bad emotions – no matter what happens in this game. For a long time, I knew very well what this series of games was famous for, since I watched streams and played it myself before.
I think that subconsciously I wanted to die. I have never yelled in my life the way I yelled that summer. And I would scream with all possible strength even at the slightest irritant. I felt sick, but I continued to strive to get all the achievements in those games – before that I had already wasted time getting all the achievements in StarCraft 2. I calmed down only when someone with all his strength started pounding on my apartment’s wooden front door. I was afraid that it was the police, but it was my neighbor.
That neighbor lived in our house for several years and made his presence felt when he turned on the TV at full volume because he did not want to hear footsteps in the upper apartment. Then he screamed at nights, not letting people sleep. In fact, he still screams, wishing death to the neighbor’s daughter from the apartment above… he clearly does not know about the Universal Law… however, how can he know it if religions distorted the simplicity of many truths of life over time? Have I done something to help him? Well, I asked him not to swear and let people sleep, but he does not care.
It is good that my hearing protector, headphones with good noise-reduction, allow me not to hear him or other neighbors having sex. Speaking about the latter, there was a time that due to lack of sleep I had to smash their door peephole with a hammer, because they clearly did not understand that the knock of the bed against the wall in the middle of the night was heard throughout the house. It helped, but I believe that such an action was still a mistake on my part. Why could I just not go and talk to them? I think that psychology played a role, since I already spoke with them when the noisy neighbor appeared – the girl was more than my type, and the guy was the one whom I was no longer. Simply put, at that time it would be humiliating for me to ask beautiful, young, and healthy people to have more quietly what I did not have and did not foresee.
The very theme of the absence of a girlfriend, love, and sex, as well as the accompanying thoughts that I might have none of this for the rest of my life, more than once killed almost all my motivation to study and work. I often felt bad at heart, and sometimes my existence seemed meaningless…
Returning to videogames and neighbors, in general I started trying to relax after a wild period in my life…
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At the end of summer, my father got very drunk in the village. Mom did not allow him to stay at home while he was drunk, and he drove to the neighboring village to my mother’s sister. There he encountered a patrol of policemen. They deprived my dad of his driver’s license and then helped him to get to the house of my mon’s sister.
Then the drunk father broke his foot by stepping into a pit in the dark.
An ambulance took him to a local hospital, from where dad’s friends helped to transport him to a Moscow hospital. He called me to bring some food.
Fortunately for me, the hospital was not too far from my house. I often walked in that area. But it was still not easy for me to walk to the hospital, and I wanted to get out of the ward my father was in as soon as possible because I did not feel well.
After a while, dad was released from the hospital, and his friend took him home by car.
Father asked me to bring him food. He did not have money to ask the neighbors.
Even though I just needed to catch a trolleybus or bus, it was a real challenge for me. I felt terrible and could barely walk in my neighborhood. I remember how I sat on a bench near the trolleybus stop, thinking how I came to this? From a long time ago, I had all the necessary knowledge to lead a happy, healthy existence. Why did I keep letting my habits shape my life? I do not know in which once I again decided that I should try to live without masturbation and fantasies. The sick father had nothing to eat, and I could not even bring him food.
I remembered how easily my health would get restored whenever I relaxed and focused on the present. I decided that come what may, and I just got on the bus, trying to remove all of the appearing doubts and fears by focusing on what was happening in reality. But it was not without problems, as the bus turned onto another road.
I had to go back to a bus stop since I got on a wrong bus. My father called to find out why it was taking me so long.
In the end, I drove to his house and bought everything he needed. I was riding back in a relatively normal health condition. The fact that with every second I was getting closer and closer to home also helped calm me down.
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At the end of October, I was returning home from a walk. But at home I was met by the unbearable noise of a hammer drill, coming from the neighbors. I decided to go outside on the street again. When I was exiting my apartment, I looked to the side and saw how at that very time a very beautiful girl with blond hair cut to the shoulders was leaving the apartment further down the corridor. The thought of talking to her flashed through me, but instead I quickly walked down the corridor to the door. I heard her quick footsteps right behind me. We just as quickly went down the stairs and headed for the front door. I opened the door and, stepping outside, kept it open for the young woman. Then our eyes met, and when she said in her gentle voice “Thank you!”, I realized that I was falling in love with her at first sight. For some time, I watched her walk away, noting her figure.
Taking a walk, I thought to wait at the stairs for her return home to try to get to know each other. But I never got to see her.
The other day, before going down the stairs for another walk, I decided to stand for a while at the window next to the stairs and the door to the corridor. A few minutes later the same door opened from where the girl came out the day earlier, and now I could not help but think about her. As the figure was approaching the door, I realized that it was a man. I said hello, and he answered mutually.
Everything was clear. She had someone, and they lived together. But I still could not help but think about her and felt that I was in love with her. It was like insanity, but, to some extent, I was happy with this, since I had not fallen in love for a long time.
After a short time, I was returning home, and I saw that man driving up in his car to the entrance of our house.
When I was at the entrance door, he was carrying a baby and there was a woman with him. It was not at all the blonde girl with whom I was in love. I really do not like to speak badly about people, especially knowing the Laws of the Universe, but I will only say that not all modern men would pay attention to her. I opened the door and held it for them. He thanked me for that.
They all entered his apartment.
After some time, I heard our neighbor (the one with a dog) talking to someone. I found an excuse to look out into the corridor because my love, or infatuation, made me do strange things to get closer to the truth. I saw the neighbor talking to that woman I had seen earlier with the man and the baby.
For many days I could not think of anything except that blonde. In fact, I was thinking about her, being in love – or being obsessed – all of November. I knew how ridiculous it was to be in love with a person whom I saw only for a couple of seconds. But I could not do anything about it. Also, I could no longer run from my feelings and desires. I remembered perfectly the terrible consequences of me blocking Natasha in my memory. I could not do nothing yet again. After all, I was already 28 years old. There was nowhere to be putting off life.
Given the fact that the man had a wife with a child with whom they obviously lived together, I thought that the blonde was either a relative of one of them, or a friend. I had already realized that I could never see her again, and my love for her enveloped me more and more.
I rang their doorbell once, but no one opened me. I decided that I would get up early in the morning and ask the man about the girl when he would walk the dog, as he usually did.
I woke up and waited for the man to exit. Instead, his wife came out with the dog. Well, I was always more comfortable talking to women than to men. When she walked into the entrance door, I, being already dressed, waited for the corridor door to open, and then I existed from my apartment. I quickly closed the front door with the key, took a deep breath, and hoping that the dog staring at me would not bite me, asked the passing by woman about the blonde girl. The woman said that she was her daughter and continued walking. I quickly asked if she had anyone. The woman looked at me smiling and said that she was 14 years old. I immediately realized that there was some kind of mistake. That girl could not have been fourteen. I expressed my opinion. To this, the woman began to say that perhaps I had confused the apartment from which the blonde came out. This could not have been either.
If I was dressing up just to show that I “accidentally” met the woman, now I definitely needed to take a walk.
The very first thought that visited me was about a young and beautiful lover. Moreover, I had little doubt that the woman understood the same thing. But as I was reflecting on the known facts, I realized that this thought was ridiculous. Can you imagine how a man has sex with his lover while his wife is walking near the house with her infant? I could not also. But in that case it meant that the blonde girl was really fourteen… but I knew what I saw. No, there must be some kind of mistake!
In the evening, when I was at home and walked near the front door, I heard the family walk by, and the woman was telling her husband which apartment I was leaving in the morning, asking him if he knew me. Since she told him everything, it meant, as I supposed, that she was sure that there was no chance that her husband had a lover.
I thought about the whole situation again…
Walking outside approximately during December, I went to one of the quiet streets in my neighborhood. Going out onto the sidewalk, I saw a young woman in a dark blue jacket and black pants. She was walking her big black dog. I thought to go along the same sidewalk as the girl – where I usually walked – but her dog headed in my direction, pulling the leash tightly. The woman was of small stature and fragile, and I decided that should her dog decide to attack me, the woman may simply lose hold of it. I decided to go the other way.
The other day, I again saw the woman in blue. She quickly walked past me with her dog. I could not take a good look at the girl because of her hood. It became a little easier for me after that moment, as I began to see things clearly, seeing that the world did not revolve around one blonde girl. There were others. There is a choice.
But I still wanted to know the truth about who I really fell in love with at first sight. In fact, I was still in love. Sometimes I even began to wonder myself what if she was really fourteen years old… What if I just did not take a good enough look at her, or maybe the lack of communication with people in my life affected my ability to determine the age? I decided to check that by walking near local schools at three o’clock when high school students finished their classes. The girls looked to be clear teenagers, and I could easily say that they were of school age. Also I could not help but see the strangeness, if not absurdity, of my “investigation”, but I could not stop, as I had already been punished more than once for my passivity in the matter of love and personal life.
I often listened to music on YouTube before going to bed. The day when I fell asleep while still wearing headphones was no exception. I woke up at the very first chords of the song “She's Like the Wind” performed by Patrick Swayze. I have already seen this song more than once in the recommendations, but I could not click on it because it reminded me of the cancer, because of which the actor died, and which I could have had. I did not want to think about the bad stuff. But here came the moment when it was no longer possible to run from reality. Also, I could not help but think about the blonde for the whole time the song was playing. It was clear why I was awakened to this particular song. I think that my Higher Self woke me up so that I could learn something new for myself and improve my life.
The other day, I also fell asleep with the music turned on, and woke up to Bon Jovi's “Runaway”. A young girl was dancing in the music video. I was sure she was about eighteen years old. But when I found the actress in that video on IMDb, it became clear that she was about 13 years old at the time. I was mistaken by the whole 5 years! I began to doubt again what I saw when my gaze crossed with that of the blonde girl.
Because of this, I had to take strange measures, one of which was to get a letter from the man’s mailbox to find out his name. Having returned the letter back, I went to the social networks for my searches. I had to dig a fair amount, but I was able to find his page in VK. Then I found the page of their daughter. She was beautiful, wrote openly about sex on her page, but it was clear that she was not the cause of my sleepless nights. Nevertheless, after going all this way, I had to be one hundred percent sure. I carefully asked her if she was walking along with me in the corridor that day. The next day I was blocked by her, which is not surprising, and I had one unread message from her father. He cautiously threatened me with “conflict situations” if I continued to interfere with his family. I explained the situation to him and the fact that I was a spiritual person and did not wish anything bad to anyone.
In fact, I did not need to write to the daughter, as the answer was obvious when I found out that the man’s wife lived in another city where her fourteen-year-old daughter studied. And then looking at his friends list, I finally found the answer to the question that tormented me for more than a month.
I was not at all surprised by the fact that that blonde with a short haircut to her shoulders was called Nastya – a name that often played an important role in my life. I began to look through her photos where in addition to her daughter and striptease photos, I often saw her with another dark-skinned girl with dark hair. It seemed to me that I had already seen her somewhere, and then I remembered what I decided to forget a few years earlier because of my mental pain and inability to find a girlfriend!
A few years ago, I was walking down the corridor to my apartment where I met the same man with a dog. I remembered this because I remember for sure that looking at him, I thought that he could not have a beautiful girlfriend. It calmed me, even though this thought was erroneous. After a short while, I was returning home and climbed the stairs. In front of me walked a slender blonde girl. Even though I did not see her face, I immediately fell in love with her at first sight! What was my disappointment when she rang the doorbell of the apartment that the man and the dog had come out of several days earlier! Alas, at that time I decided to masturbate my bitterness away on a porn site, and then I tried to distract my mind with something else. But there was another day when, going to the door of my apartment after a walk, I saw that same blonde, the man, and the dark-skinned girl. They were clearly joyful and were about to go inside. It was obvious that the blonde was saying something about me. Maybe my long hair was the reason, or maybe there was something else… I do not know. But the fact that a beautiful girl whom I liked laughed at me could not but bring bitterness into my life, and I tried to escape from reality – in imagination, in work, and in video games.
