I really loved it.
Once, I dreamed of traveling all around the Earth—to embrace the horizons, breathe in every country, and touch the richness of the planet simply to live, be, and breathe.
And there I am, all graceful and ethereal—almost a goddess. I go to a flight-booking website. And I realize it’s looking at me like a cashier on a Friday evening: “Miss, dear… Where are you going? Antarctica? India? Places of power? Or maybe… nowhere? The city park is nice too, with fresh air, by the way!”
And suddenly—bam!—the offer of the century flies straight down from the heavens: “How about Mars? Let’s go. I’ve arranged everything.” Do you understand? Not Turkey. Not India. Not even Kailash. Mars!
My inner cry of the soul: “YES!!!”
Headphones. The “play” button. Eyes closed—and NASA can take a break. We’re already there, on Mars, as part of a state-of-the-art scientific expedition. Those who heard the call and agreed—we set off together.
So there we are, traveling across Mars, walking over its surface. And then a sandstorm begins—a fast, enormous “reaching to the heavens,” ancient one, and I’m standing there thinking: “Wow, this is romantic!” The main thing is to stay close to each other, because you never know what might happen. The storm subsides, and tranquility and peace arrive—just Mars and us.
And suddenly I realize that I hear some kind of rumbling.
“Wow,” I thought. “On Earth there are lots of trees that muffle sounds, but on Mars there is absolutely nothing to muffle sound. Nothing at all. Zero. So the planet simply flies through space and ROARS IN A DEEP BASS—steady, deep, primordial: ‘Om… Om… Om…’”
And I’m like: “Right. The planet is meditating. Of course. Logical. Great, we’re literally standing in the middle of space and chanting Om together with Mars. This isn’t a trip anymore—it’s a religious experience.” And everything seems perfect…
Oops, silence...
I open my eyes and think: “Where am I? Why am I not in a spacesuit? Where is everyone? And why is there an IKEA chair here?” But inside, I feel as though Mars has been officially entered in my passport: “Travel destination: Yes, that one—the educational and romantic all-inclusive tour.”
And I understand—we were there. Yes, yes, energetically. The energy said, “YEEEES!!!” Energetically, we were standing there—on the surface of Mars, feeling its power, its rumble, its presence as a living, enormous body.
It was, perhaps, one of the most unusual journeys of my life.
And you know… people travel somewhere, return—and afterward only a scattering of memories remains, flashes of sunlight in the mind, an aftertaste, some new understanding.
And I was left with all of that. I know for certain—we were on Mars.
The gift was magnificent. Om Shanti!
And I think about how much delicate work and soul went into it: the concept, the script, the research, the preparation, the mixing, the editing, the design—a whole universe of care and warmth. Om Shanti! Thank you for Mars. For this quiet cosmic gesture that became loud inside me.
