Екатерина Нугманова – Games of the Gods (страница 1)
Екатерина Нугманова
Games of the Gods.
Oh this sick crazy world.
The preface.
It was raining. It hit the roofs of houses and pavilions, enveloping playgrounds. The rain bounced on umbrellas and tables of small cafes. The rain was bobbing merrily, then joyfully jumping, then threateningly thundering.
I watched this picture sitting in the warmth of the house. It was the only way I liked the rain. Rain is heavenly water, it brings deliverance and purification from defilement. Children intuitively feel this, and in summer they joyfully run in the rain up to their ears in mud.
The rain was gathering momentum, becoming fiercer and more aggressive. It was getting dark. It was still raining. The time of darkness has come. Night and total darkness. The darkness was created by the connivance of local officials. They're like local gods here. We want there to be light, and we'll turn on the lighting, but we want there to be a time of darkness. Probably the chief official has depression or PMS again, or some new quirk. In any case, there probably won't be any lights on that night.
I was distracted from my studies. You see, I learn all the time like a bookworm. I read, watch, listen, and need new information constantly. I just can't live without it. Yes, it may sound pathetic, but I really don't see any other meaning to life. After all, knowing is so wonderful, and even more so, applying your knowledge in real life. I need to work on this.
One of my teachers would say pathetically that we need to love the world, love heaven and mother earth. Although the world is imperfect with many flaws, if you change yourself, the world around you will change too. I don't understand that at all. To me, this world is like a university where we are studying temporarily. There are no immortals in this world; everyone is equal before death – young and old, rich or poor, sick or healthy. Our world is great for learning.
I am a third-year student out of six, and I am thoroughly sick of studying at this university. Everything about it has been a disappointment: the office with its walls, the building and furniture of the university, and especially my classmates. Every day, I see the same faces.
At first, you try to make friends, communicate, and show love. However, you may face envy, competition, pain, and disappointment along the way. Your heart slowly turns to stone as you realize that everyone who comes into your life is temporary. Friends may eventually leave or betray you, leaving a painful memory behind. Even if loved ones stay in your life, love may fade and only a habit remains, binding you together. Love can turn into hatred, and an enemy may emerge who knows everything about you. They use this information to hurt you. Parents, if good, may stay with you until they pass away. Toxic parents can also torment you, trying to control you and prove that you belong to them.. You are their child, who was not asked to be born, but a soul that parents welcomed into this world and are obligated to guide and protect while they are alive. In the first scenario, after the death of your parents, you may experience the pain of loss and loneliness. In the second scenario, you may also feel relief and loneliness.
We give birth to children for procreation. Someone gives birth to children as their pension fund, and someone to get a mother's capital. Well, or society dictates its will, and a woman goes and gives birth. Someone gets knocked up from fornication, and someone sincerely falls in love and wants a child from their love object.
Time passes, it runs. Children grow up. The first pimple, the first dates, buying clothes in an adult store, not in a children's store. The child grew up, left the nest. To eventually create your own and become a parent. It is ok. That's how it should be. But you're left alone as a parent.
Everything in this world is temporary and nothing belongs to you as property. Not people, not even your apartment. You will die, and your living space will go to your descendants.
A person, if you think about it, is very lonely in this world. You are the most important thing for yourself.
Every person who comes into your or my life or Uncle Petya's life from the second entrance is a kind of teacher. Even if that person hurt you. Especially if that person was close to you. It can be your parent, relative, girlfriend, or friend, the person you shared a bed with. This pain, disappointment, loss, resentment, hatred are your lessons that life in this university world gives you. Situations with people gently guide a person to self-perfection. Through poverty, pain, and self-denial. You can call it divine pendal, so that you can develop. Through all the negative moments in life, through sorrow, hard work, the soul is armed with experience and strengthened for spiritual development.
Everything is trivial. If your mother-in-law behaved incorrectly, learn from this. When your son gets married, you will know how to behave with his wife. If your parents pushed you all your life, and you have complexes about it, be wise and don't raise your children the way you were raised. I digress.
At first, there were human teachers at my university. Some of them were wrong, like all people. Everyone has the right to make mistakes. Only the gods are not mistaken, but for me personally, God is a concept that represents the thoughts and powers of people who remember him.
The main mistake of all teachers is that they want their students to create their own copies. So that they can think and feel according to their teacher's instructions. The mentor's task is to show the way. And whether the student will follow it is up to the student. The mentor doesn't interfere with the student even if the student turns around and goes back. The teacher only transmits knowledge and doesn't make copies of himself, and especially doesn't turn his students into fans of him.
When I realized that earthly teachers were wrong, I came to the main conclusion that there should be no idols or authorities in the human world for me. When a person becomes the object of people's worship, their ego swells and sooner or later will burst like a balloon. Those who worship their idols give them their energy and time. Human attention is an important resource. They seem to pump the object of their worship with vital energy, which, as a rule, leads to collapse sooner or later. As a person grows spiritually, they should not join in with the crowd at all.
The second important conclusion I made for myself was that only stealth and playing helps to survive in this world. So, the earthly teachers were just a stage for me. Because demand creates supply, we were taught by those who were one step ahead of us in terms of spiritual development, having no body density but having knowledge. People called them gods and they had different names for these creatures in every nation.
Let's say there are two areas of study. I'm a sophomore. I am a worthy student in this field. The curator is my friend, but he is insubordinate to me. Because he is a deity, you are a child to him, and he doesn't have the animal instincts that you do. If you get naked in front of him, at least, he won't lust after you. He will admire you as much as a swan admires a pond. Deities like humans know how to love and can even fall in love with people. This is similar to how a person loves their cat or dog. The patronage of the curator allowed me to meet the dean and the director of my department. They are influential figures in both the human world and the world of non-humans, and their appreciation for me is not free. I do what they ask, and in return, I receive buns in the form of knowledge, power and material goods from them.
The story of 1. The demonologist. Specialist in sub-settlers.
This is how my life has transformed. The realm of demons has become more captivating than the human world. Demons and incubi have become my companions. And among them, Anastasia Petrovna stands out as the most remarkable individual, deserving of our attention.
Imagine a woman in her late forties, a woman of steel, who, judging by her wardrobe, appears to have been frozen in time in the 1920s. Naturally, she smokes, and her menthol cigarette is slender, as is the pipe she carries. Anastasia Petrovna smokes with grace and delight. This esteemed lady and I have agreed to meet in St. Petersburg.
Anastasia Petrovna is a professional demonologist who specializes in people who are possessed by demons. These are people who have demons living inside them. This might sound surprising, but there are many such people in the world. Some individuals of the human race live their lives without even realizing that they have a demon living inside them.