Only now did I find the time to try the new product from the esoteric shop.
I am overflowing with excitement



This is now one of my very favorite meditations!!!!!
I immediately had an unforgettable experience, which I am writing down here right now so I do not lose it or forget anything.
A Shining Being led me through a corridor, and I passed through a white door. A whispering voice said that when my eyes adjusted to the Light, I might see someone. But I found myself in the middle of a small town with neat little houses, a square with a fountain, flowering front gardens, and stone-paved streets. And there was not a soul around. The town did not look hostile; on the contrary, it was flourishing and welcoming, but empty. Suddenly, a young woman came out to me from a street slightly to the side, on the right. She wore a simple white dress down to her ankles, without a belt, her fair hair loose, and a wreath of herbs and flowers on her head. She was beautiful. She looked at me kindly and smiled, then said: “Come on, they are already waiting for us.” And we walked along the street she had come from (I should mention that I was standing in the town’s central square, where several streets branched off in different directions). On the way, unable to restrain my curiosity, I asked who this woman was, and she smiled and said: “I am one of your Foremothers; they sent me to meet you. Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time. We are almost there.”
I really did feel a sense of recognition and a certain kinship with this woman, as if we often communicated on some other level (like people on social media), but had only just met in person. I asked again: “So you are one of my ancestors? With some special abilities? I feel that we have a strong connection. And I know that, among us living people, our connection with our ancestors through the family line is expressed through our teeth... Which one is yours?” I looked at her questioningly. She gently squeezed the hand with which she was leading me and smiled with emotion: “Mine is... (she named one of the wisdom teeth). I am a Vedunya. And we have arrived.”
The woman opened the wooden door of a small house that did not stand out in any way from the others and let me inside. I entered and saw a wide oval wooden table in front of me. Men were sitting on the left side of it or standing nearby, while women were on the right. They were all wearing different clothes and were of different ages, but none seemed younger than about 35–40; some were venerable old men with gray hair. All had noble and beautiful, sometimes stern faces. When they saw me, they smiled and nodded in greeting. I immediately understood somehow that these were the Ancestors—the very best representatives, who had greatly helped the Family Line during their lives. And this house was their special meeting place, where they held consultations and made Important Decisions. To be honest, I became a little shy; I had not expected anything like this, but I did not forget to greet them and bow. I was invited to sit at the table opposite the entire delegation. Everyone was facing the entrance, on the side of the table opposite me. I was seated on the only chair on my side of the table. The Vedunya remained behind me, closer to the door, and did not join the other Ancestors at the table. I felt as if I were at an interview where the Board of Directors was carefully considering my candidacy for a very important position. But the atmosphere was friendly. One of the younger foremothers (a woman with two thick dark braids spread over her shoulders, wearing a red embroidered dress) approached from the side and placed in front of me a light wooden mug filled with milk, along with a piece of white bread about the size of my palm. One of the men said: “Help yourself.” I felt awkward eating under their gaze; the piece would not go down my throat under such close scrutiny, and I did not feel like eating either. At the same time, however, I understood that this was how the laws of hospitality were expressed, and that I could not refuse. So I asked: “What about you? Perhaps you will have some too?”
“No,” another man replied. “This is for you.” “Or are you refusing our gifts?” one of the women asked. “I’m not refusing!” I immediately backed down and drank all the milk almost in one gulp. The Ancestors visibly relaxed somehow. “And eat the bread too,” another woman suggested.
The bread was more difficult for me. I was still not hungry, and it looked dry; without the milk, it would be completely dry fare. So I asked: “May I take it with me?” “You may,” the Vedunya behind me replied, “but eat at least a piece; you can take the rest.” I obediently tasted it, and the bread turned out to be so delicious and soft that I did not even notice how I “finished” the whole piece

The Ancestors simply looked at me with kind eyes, smiled, and seemed happier and more pleased with every passing minute.
I should mention that I could see and distinguish the images of the men clearly (I will not describe each one, as it would take too long), while the women were somehow blurred, as if they were in the background, and I could hardly make out their faces. After the meal, I somehow grew bolder and asked Them why this was so. They said it was because I had no balance between the masculine and feminine. Without thinking for long, I asked them to harmonize my masculine and feminine sides and bring them into balance. The Ancestors nodded in agreement, and I did not even understand what they had done, but immediately afterward my vision cleared and I could distinguish the women clearly as well. We did not really speak anymore, as if we were communicating through our eyes and emotions. In silence. But soon I felt that it was time to leave. I rose from the chair, very pleased and happy, and wanted to hug them all at once, but the table got in the way, and there were so many of them. So I told them: “Thank you for everything! I really want to hug you all!” And they replied: “We will hug you ourselves. Well done for coming. We have been waiting for you for a long time.”
At that point, I somehow moved from the table closer to the exit, and an empty space appeared in front of me, immediately filling with the Ancestors. The men embraced me on one side, and I felt immense strength, confidence, and protection; the women embraced me on the other, and I felt tenderness, affection, peace, and love. An indescribable sensation!!

We stood like that for about a minute, then they let me go, and the Vedunya said: “Come on, I’ll see you out,” and opened the door. I had already turned to leave, but at the last moment I felt that I needed to give thanks. I turned back, bowed in the way people in ancient Rus supposedly used to bow (down to the ground, with the right hand placed over the heart and then lowered smoothly), and said: “I thank you for shelter. And for the food. And for your support.” Both the bow and the phrase itself sounded like some kind of ritual familiar to everyone present, although for some reason I remembered nothing about it and performed it intuitively. The Ancestors began to shine, and one of the men said: “You can always come to us, granddaughter; we will be waiting for you here. Come straight into this room.” And I understood that I could move directly to this house without any corridors, as if I had been granted access. I thanked them once more, and the Vedunya and I went outside.
We walked down the street. I looked closely at the young woman, and everything about her seemed so familiar! I asked: “Why were you sent for me? Was I you before?” She shook her head with a smile. “No, I am another Soul. But we are very similar, which is why they sent me. And my genes are very strong in you; you inherited a great deal from me. I often give you hints, too.” I was delighted that I could finally learn more from my guide: “What abilities do you have? What could you do during your life?”
“I am a Vedunya, as I already said. I could heal with my hands, knew how to conceal myself from human eyes, had a good feel for the forest, communicated with birds...” She looked at me mischievously. I smiled in confusion: “Well, I don’t communicate with birds, only with stones. Did you communicate with stones?”
“Of course! They are my very first helpers in any endeavor. And that is something you inherited from me in full. But you will be able to communicate with birds too; you simply have not tried... We have arrived. It is time for you to return.”
While we were talking, I truly did not notice how we ended up back in the square. Ahead of us was something that distorted space. I knew that this was the very passage I had come through and that I needed to return through it. Before leaving, I asked the Vedunya her name. She told me, although I did not hear it correctly the first time. She told me to take care of myself. I stepped into the passage and returned to my body filled with overwhelming joy and happiness!
All the details had been drawn so clearly in my mind! But now I have already been writing for an hour, and I understand that I did the right thing by starting to write everything down immediately: memories quickly fade, and details are almost immediately erased from memory. I even had to turn to the Vedunya a couple of times for hints about how things had really happened so as not to distort anything; then my mind became clear for a few seconds, and I remembered and quickly wrote it down...
In general, this is a magical meditation!!!



And the place I ended up in, and the Ancestors I met, were, I think, the result of the “Creating Abundance in All 7 Chakras” course, since that is where I am intensively working on Muladhara, which is responsible for our connection with the family line, and have begun bowing to the Family Line. So there you have it
Dear Teacher! Please accept my deepest GRATITUDE for everything You do for us


