All People Must Know Their Own History Truthfully 20.06.2017 14:59:39

All People Must Know Their Own History Truthfully

 Chapter "THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY, AS TOLD BY ANASTASIA" - "Rituals" 

from the book by Vladimir Megre The Family Book of the "Ringing Cedars of Russia" series.

"Occult priests subsequently put much effort into discrediting and distorting the meaning of the rituals of the Vedian era. For instance, a rumor was spread about how the Veds worshiped the water element recklessly. Even the best young women, who had not yet known love, were sacrificed annually. They were thrown into lakes or rivers, tied to a raft, and pushed away from shore, and so were condemned to death.

"Many different acts truly were linked for the Veds with the water element, a lake or river, but their meaning was completely different. The rituals helped life, not death. I will tell you about just one. A semblance of it has even come down to the present day, but only a semblance. Today its great rational and poetic meaning has been replaced by opacity and occultism.

"Various countries even today have a holiday connected with water, when they drop wreaths onto the water, or a small raft with a pretty lantern or candle, push it away from shore, and let it sail, while asking the water for luck. But look where this holiday comes from and how rational and poetic its primordial meaning is.

"It so happened in Vedian times that one or two young women, it didn't matter, would not find themselves a beloved in their own settlement. During the great holiday for several settlements, they were unable to choose their intended. Not that the choice was limited. Before them, handsome youths with intelligent gazes such as gods have shone at the holiday events. But the maiden's heart and soul waited for someone else. Love did not visit them. The young woman was dreaming of someone, but whom? She herself did not understand. To this day, no one can explain the enigmatic arbitrariness of the energy of Love.



"This is why on a certain day the young women went to the river. In a river cove, they would lower a small raft onto the water. They would decorate the raft with a garland of flowers along the edge. In the middle, they would put a small pitcher with a either a fruit drink or wine. They would place fruits around the pitcher. The young woman had to prepare the beverage herself, and she had to pick the fruits from trees she had planted with her own hand in her orchard. Also on the raft she could place a headband of woven flax fibers, or something else, but always something created by her own hands. Last, a small lamp was placed on the raft. 



"Around a fire burning on the shore, the young women danced their round dance and sang a song about the beloved they still did not know. Later, taking twigs burning in the fire, they lit the lamp wick. They pushed their little rafts out from the cove to where the current took over and gently carried them into the river's unknown distance.




"The young women's gazes accompanied their little rafts with hope. From a distance only the lamps' little light could be seen, shrinking. But the light kindled hopes in the young women's hearts. A joyous, tender emotion grew for someone unknown.

"The young women ran to their homes, secluded themselves, and waited with trepidation for their meeting. He would come, the welcome one, at dawn or sunset, it didn't matter. But how could he? What led him? Was it mysticism that abetted the meeting or rationality? Or perhaps it was knowledge that the Veds tapped into through their feelings. Judge for yourself.

"After all, the maidens' little rafts went out, borne by the river's current, on specific days known in all the settlements, even distant ones.

"They might journey a day, or two, or three. All those days and moonlit nights, youths who had not known love waited hopefully, in solitude, on the riverbanks.

"Then they saw the lights in the distance, borne by the river current. And they dove right into the water and swam toward the lights of love. The most transparent stream of river water caressed rather than burned the youth's glowing body. The lights and outlines of the little rafts could be seen closer and closer, one more beautiful than the next. He would choose one of them. It's not clear why he considered his choice best? 

"He pulled the raft to shore from the middle, pushing it with his hand or touching its sides with his cheek. The river seemed to be using its current to play with him. But his body was filled with more and more strength, and the river's play went unnoticed. His thought was already on shore.

"The youth carefully placed the little raft on the ground, blew the lamp out, tasted the drink elatedly, and quickly walked home to get ready for the road. The youth took everything lying on the raft with him. On his way, he tasted the fruits and delighted in their taste. Soon after, he arrived at the settlement where the raft had been sent, and found straightaway the orchard and tree whose fruits he had taken pleasure from on his way. 

"'Oh,' people might be amazed. 'How could all this come about without mysticism? How could the youths find their beloved so unerringly?'

"One might say that Love led them along a path known only to it. But I can simplify this: the lamp helped, too. Incisions had been made in the tiny saucer in which the floating wick burned. From it, anyone could easily determine how long the lamp's fire had been burning. The speed of the river's current was known as well. The puzzle was quite simple—and easily solved. Finding in the settlement the tree from which the fruits were picked was no trouble for a youth of the Vedian era at all. 

"Fruits can seem alike only to the inattentive person. The fruits of identical plants, even those growing side by side, have differences in shape, color, smell, and taste. 

"Only one thing is inexplicable. How—why—did he and she, after meeting for the first time, invariably fall in love with each other? And why was their love so unusually ardent? 

"'It's all simple here,' a philosopher would answer today. 'Their feelings had been ignited even before they met by their own dream.'

"But a sorcerer with streaks of gray could answer a question like this only with cunning: 'Our river was always a playful one.'

"Of course, had he so desired, the sorcerer could have sorted out in detail each moment of the ritual I've recounted and accurately determined the purpose of each moment. And written a great treatise. But no sorcerer would waste his thought on an activity like that.

"The whole point, Vladimir, is that they . . . Did not sort out life, they CREATED it!"

Chapter "THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY, AS TOLD BY ANASTASIA" - "Rituals" from the book by Vladimir Megre "The Family Book" of the "Ringing Cedars of Russia" series.

Photos from Family Homestead Settlement "Lesnaya Polyana" ("Forest Glade"), Mariy El Republic, Russia

Volume VI: The Family Book