Why does blood rush to your cheeks and make you blush when you feel embarrassed?
Why do people lie when it would be easier to tell the truth—to say things as they really are?
Why are people so different—brave, open, reserved, rational, sensitive, intuitive, shy, active, passive...?
Why do people feel resentment?
Why does a sense of guilt arise?
Why do people love each other?
Why do people become attached?
Why can someone’s mood change suddenly even though nothing significant has happened?
Why does an inner feeling sometimes contradict what the mind says?
Why is it easier to care for others than for yourself?
Why do I sometimes notice changes in a person before they even mention them?
Why don’t people want to be happy? Out of selfishness, they don’t forgive others, yet they suffer.
Why do I suddenly start thinking about something, and then receive news related to it? Why do I think of someone, and that person calls or somehow becomes active in my field?
Why do some decisions become clear only with time?
Why might I feel that "something isn't right for me," even when everything looks fine?
Why do I sometimes want to bring back not the person, but the state I was in when I was with them?
Why do clouds form fanciful images and shapes, as if they were signs from Heaven?
Why can silence “scream” and be so intensely ringing?
Why do people stop believing in miracles?
What elements make up success?
Why does a person sometimes laugh when they are not amused at all?
Why can a smell sometimes bring back a forgotten memory?
Why do birds fly in formation rather than each following its own route?
Why do some words change their meaning over time?
How did I end up here, on Earth specifically? What for, and why?
Where does my soul originate?
They say we came to Earth to learn Unconditional Love—is that just a fairy tale, or is it really true?
Why does a mirror reflect us differently from how we look in a photograph?
Why does the air seem different after rain?
Why can a person remember a melody but not remember its name?
How do synchronized thoughts arise among people?
How can people feel each other and the events happening to them from a distance?
Why do negative thoughts and repressed states lead to illnesses?
Why do some places seem familiar even though we have never been there?
Why don’t ants collide on their “roads”?
Why are we rarely surprised by impossible events in dreams?
Why do some people talk to themselves?
Did you come here to enjoy yourself—to experience sensual pleasure?
Or to battle programs—to destroy the Soul in oblivion, believing the mind: that happiness depends on external factors of fate... that your response to feelings and thoughts is your entire essence, that you are a Personality without the Kin of subtle spheres, without a Home, without the Vertical of higher "Selves," and without the Source as the foundation where the "Game" begins?
The realm of Spirit is Absolute... so why did you leave the other worlds, where it is so bright and cozy beyond the "Dream"?
What attracts you to the world of eternal struggle between "dual themes"? And why do you believe in your dream so strongly that you are merely a human being?
Is it not because it is interesting to create "pictures of yourself"? To weave the surrealism of the game—with Spirit, Soul, and Body together—into the canvas of the Life of the Absolute, within the totality of Being? Or is this interest mutual—to enrich Him with the wealth of a new nature composed of His many different worlds?
Why did God create "parasites"? Are they a "product" of matrix dreams (the polar essence of different colors)? Without dark paint, how can you create the plots of all earthly realities? (Draw white on white?)
If you are an Artist, can you choose the colors of your world? And can you consciously create your own pictures?
Are you the Matrix? After all, there is no "Other"; there are only your fantasies—you decode through yourself (reproduce your reality), at different levels of the Flow (within the space of the given game), the luminous codes of the Patterns of the One who created All Worlds?
In essence, then, there is no body either? There is simplyCondensed mental substance? Has it apparently hardened...? Or is it a quality of programs? A digital code that the mind reads (about the state of the environment) determines its density (how you will feel everything)? Water has three states (liquid, solid, and vapor).... Are there also three codes of perceiving the same nature (through three programs)?
You are seven “selves”—your relatives, the circle of people close to you? You are this world, other Worlds in the Space of God–Human? In essence, the Kin is you... the whole Song, the Game itself made of “light-darkness,” “everything-nothing,” “separate-together”? You create Reality from a dream that may be dark with fear, bright with love, gray and misty, or enlightened? Are you Human? Are you God? Who are You?
Why did the name “Boldino Autumn” come about?
Why did the pumpkin turn into a carriage in the fairy tale?
Why did the glass slippers fit only Cinderella?
Why do people leave while continuing to love the person they left?
Why do people stay with those they do not love (or have stopped loving)?
Why do certain sounds, aromas (of perfumes...), and smells (of the sea, the forest), as well as words, return a person to specific events that are important to them?
Why does silence sometimes seem louder than noise?
Why does each person have their own handwriting?
Why do cats sometimes stare at an empty corner?
Why does childhood seem longer when you’re a child than when you’re an adult?
