As soon as I concentrated on the top of the little pyramid, the sun burst into a relentlessly gray, rainy, dreary day
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After the Golden Buddha, I dreamed that I was a superhuman. I was humming and flying, and felt that I was about to enter another plane. Very pleasant sensations after waking up.So, the free course “Golden Meditations: A New Approach” continues.
The 7th video meditation has already been added.
It is called: SURROUNDING BY THE HIGHER
But to my surprise, some practitioners are still on a quest called “Find the place where Sergey Veretennikov hides the 700 videos he made over 20 years”
And Surrounding by the Higher is simply an unbelievable mind-blower. It was as if a steamroller had run me over. Like an atomic explosion..... It’s something unreal. Not of this universe. I heard and saw this meditation for the first time. I think that if I had read it, I wouldn’t have been so impressed. But during the meditation I entered some special state, and every word entered my heart like water into dry earth, resonating within me and blossoming. It really was like an atomic explosion.... Unreal, fantastic, unbelievable... awesome, wonderful, amazing......!!!!!
A deep bow, Teacher, for this miracle!
Could these meditations be transferred to GetCourse, so we wouldn’t have to bother with third-party apps and advertisements...? GetCourse doesn’t freeze halfway through a file and is much more convenient....
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For those who asked for everything in one place, etc. This will be a convenient place to always have the meditations at hand. There will be various meditations there, not only the Golden ones.
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This is much simpler and better than one could have imagined!!!!!!A deep bow!
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Meditation — A Journey Deep Within Yourself.
50 minutes.
50 minutes.
In this audio meditation, brain waves are brought into the alpha state in three ways simultaneously: through frequency, amplitude, and phase modulation.
For comparison: at the Monroe Institute, this is done only through frequency modulation—that is, in one way.
Here, all three methods are used at once.
I made the modulation effect resemble the purring of a cat.
All set against beautiful, fairytale-like cosmic music.
It is well suited for meditation before sleep, for example, if you have trouble falling asleep. You can meditate lying right in bed.
Enjoy your meditation!
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WORLD OF BEAUTY
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Meditation 10 is ready.
Use it for your benefit
As I have said more than once, this is an audiovisual counterpart to Your Yoga. Meditation: World of Beauty.
Work is underway on the creation of the 11th meditation — Meditation: I Am.
This meditation is intended to help you experience the state of “I am” right now, in just one meditation. This is possible if you carefully follow the guide...
Use it for your benefit
As I have said more than once, this is an audiovisual counterpart to Your Yoga. Meditation: World of Beauty.
Work is underway on the creation of the 11th meditation — Meditation: I Am.
This meditation is intended to help you experience the state of “I am” right now, in just one meditation. This is possible if you carefully follow the guide...
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I couldn't pay for stars on Telegram. I tried twice, but the transaction window just kept hanging and the loading wheel kept spinning and spinning... Sberbank Visa, so it shouldn't have happened...
But I did manage to see an absolutely spectacular dream after a meditation on Telegram, which is incredibly convenient. I can't help telling you about it. And thanks to Sergey Veretennikov's dream book—without it, I don't know how I lived before. Sometimes I understand what a message from a dream means while I'm still dreaming. The dream interpretations by the wise members of our "dream master" club also help me a lot. They've developed their own special techniques for decoding dreams, which aren't in the book but often appear in dreams. Sometimes something is written in the book, but you don't grasp it until someone shows you a little decoding trick.
What am I getting at, you may ask?!? The key to your own life, to a more expanded reality, can be taken into your own hands. You can open that door yourself. And all you need to do is fall asleep properly, with the right meditation. I can't imagine how I used to live without these meditations before bed. All for nothing....
But I did manage to see an absolutely spectacular dream after a meditation on Telegram, which is incredibly convenient. I can't help telling you about it. And thanks to Sergey Veretennikov's dream book—without it, I don't know how I lived before. Sometimes I understand what a message from a dream means while I'm still dreaming. The dream interpretations by the wise members of our "dream master" club also help me a lot. They've developed their own special techniques for decoding dreams, which aren't in the book but often appear in dreams. Sometimes something is written in the book, but you don't grasp it until someone shows you a little decoding trick.
What am I getting at, you may ask?!? The key to your own life, to a more expanded reality, can be taken into your own hands. You can open that door yourself. And all you need to do is fall asleep properly, with the right meditation. I can't imagine how I used to live without these meditations before bed. All for nothing....
Spring. The final bell has rung. The schoolchildren are having their graduation ceremony. For some reason, I need to be there, so I am hanging around among them. A stranger among her own. The event is over, the students have finished socializing, and everyone heads for the school gates. It is getting dark. Behind us, the teachers are seeing us off. They are crying because the children are not yet ready for adult life, but already want to throw themselves into all sorts of excesses. I am merely an observer among them. Everyone is heading to the bus stop.
I walk with the crowd. The wind lifts me into the air and carries me like an umbrella, because I am wearing only a thin dress, whose skirt billows out like a huge bell. I control the wind with the power of my mind and fly to the bus stop. I choose the sunny side of the street because I love the sun. The city is unfamiliar to me, but I have been to this stop before. Only once. That time, I was in this city for a day, happened to come to this stop, and it was evening then too. I happened to get on a bus, and it happened to take me to the railway station. And there happened to be a train there to my hometown, which I boarded and took home.
So now I know that a bus from this stop goes to the railway station, from where I can get home. But I don't know the number of the bus that goes to the station. The shadows grow longer, and it gets colder outside. I deliberately brought a warm coat and the timetable because I knew this would happen, but I left everything at the school. If I don't leave now, at least for somewhere, I don't know where I'll spend the night in an unfamiliar city, without a bag or belongings, in the cold. A bus pulls up to the stop, and I get on, thinking that perhaps I will have to ride around in circles, even until tomorrow, but at least I will be warm and won't freeze. The bus is packed, and it is impossible to tell through the window where we are going. And what difference does it make? I still don't know where to go. I only know that I need the railway station. I ask the young man standing nearby which bus number I need to take to make it to the station. A train is leaving from there for home, to my hometown, soon. He says something indistinctly; I ask again, but still can't understand him. My anxiety and inner tension grow, as does my sense of helplessness and awareness of it. I try to describe the place I need—the station—in words. I left the timetable and the exact names at school:
“I need something like that railway station,” I say, pointing out the window. “Like this one, only mine—the one the train to my city leaves from.”
The young man says:
“Then get off. This is yours.”
“Oh, that's the one!”
Time is running out. If I don't find my train and get on it, I won't leave until the next day.
Signs... Direction boards... I try to read them, but can't make anything out; nothing makes sense..... A white train stands under steam, sleek and modern. Its route number is 1035. I remember the number because my house number is 35, and the neighbor's cow has a tag like that in its ear.
People, bustle. White trains. Buses. Platforms. Stops. A universal transport hub where city buses and long-distance trains intersect. It is drizzling. Everything is white and gray.
A ticket window. Cashiers.
“Which one goes to my city?” I ask.
“Over there,” the cashier nods.
“Where? I don't understand!” I think, Why are they all so hard to understand here?
“Over there,” the cashier nods again, more kindly this time, so that I understand exactly where.
“I see it! I understand! Wait, don't dispatch the train.”
But the cashier's hand is already pressing the train's start button. How can this be?!
“Wait, don't send it!” I shout.
I thought she was on my side, that she would understand how badly I needed to get home. Otherwise I would freeze in a strange city without a map or belongings.....
Then the cashier says:
“The driver has canceled the departure. Run!”
I run, but while I am trying to figure out where to enter, all the doors close right in front of my nose and the train starts moving.
“Stop! You were supposed to wait for me! The driver...”
But the train is already moving. I grab the handle of the nearest little window. There is nowhere to put my foot. There is some kind of recess; it will do. This is my train, after all. I can get home. I realize I will have to travel the entire way outside in the cold, holding on to the little-window handles, and grip them even more tightly.
“Actually, you can go inside,” the cashier girl says calmly from behind me.
The little window I am clinging to is narrow, but even this invitation is a blessing to me. I will squeeze through it at any cost!
Clinging to the side, I yank at one little window, then another. The train picks up speed, but remains right there.
I see a door. A door is surely wider than a little window. I pull it toward me, but the paneling cracks and comes off, and I nearly fall backward with a piece of it in my hand. I want to get home so badly that, miraculously keeping my foot in the recess, I pull at a second door, then a third, and... Finally I enter the vestibule, right behind the driver. Phew..... The last carriage, the last door...... Or the first.....?!
“Hi, guys, I'm going to ride with you.”
Four men are sitting on the vestibule floor around a disassembled device resembling a chainsaw. They smile.
“Why don't you sit down? There's a little green chair over there. Are you planning to stand the whole way?!” one of them says. (God, how kind they are, I think.) But I am already happy just to be inside, with solid ground under my feet. This is my train and it is going home—why worry about standing? I'll stand... I'm inside, not outside....
I turn to close the three doors behind me, but they have to be closed from the outside. There is no handle on the inside. The train has gathered speed, but I see the ticket window and the cashier in the same place again.
“Will you close it?” I ask the cashier girl.
“I will. Oh, what am I going to do with you?!” she grumbles.
She slowly leaves the booth and stretches a honey blanket over the door so that it will stick shut and not open, saying sternly:
“Now tell me, your (classroom/crossing/line/step) guardian angel: didn’t God reveal Himself in your day today?”
She looks into my eyes for a long time, calling for an honest answer.
I can't remember the word that described what kind of angel she was, but I understood that she was not personally protecting me, but those who were traveling along the routes served by her trains and buses....
Inside me there is frantic speed, although the train has not yet started, but is already rushing forward.
“He did,” I mumble, and begin to realize it. I remember the evening: how I made it onto that bus, how I got off exactly at my station, how I made it onto this train home, and how I managed to enter the vestibule.
“He did!” I proclaim loudly and confidently. “I was thinking about Him every minute!” I add softly and tenderly, smiling as tears well up in my eyes......
“Well, off you go,” says the cashier, who is also an underground guardian angel, waving goodbye and firmly closing the honey-covered door from the outside.... The train really begins to move.... We travel forward, and I am in the vestibule of the first carriage, directly behind the driver. The ticket booth is left behind... I am going home, reflecting on how God revealed Himself.....
I walk with the crowd. The wind lifts me into the air and carries me like an umbrella, because I am wearing only a thin dress, whose skirt billows out like a huge bell. I control the wind with the power of my mind and fly to the bus stop. I choose the sunny side of the street because I love the sun. The city is unfamiliar to me, but I have been to this stop before. Only once. That time, I was in this city for a day, happened to come to this stop, and it was evening then too. I happened to get on a bus, and it happened to take me to the railway station. And there happened to be a train there to my hometown, which I boarded and took home.
So now I know that a bus from this stop goes to the railway station, from where I can get home. But I don't know the number of the bus that goes to the station. The shadows grow longer, and it gets colder outside. I deliberately brought a warm coat and the timetable because I knew this would happen, but I left everything at the school. If I don't leave now, at least for somewhere, I don't know where I'll spend the night in an unfamiliar city, without a bag or belongings, in the cold. A bus pulls up to the stop, and I get on, thinking that perhaps I will have to ride around in circles, even until tomorrow, but at least I will be warm and won't freeze. The bus is packed, and it is impossible to tell through the window where we are going. And what difference does it make? I still don't know where to go. I only know that I need the railway station. I ask the young man standing nearby which bus number I need to take to make it to the station. A train is leaving from there for home, to my hometown, soon. He says something indistinctly; I ask again, but still can't understand him. My anxiety and inner tension grow, as does my sense of helplessness and awareness of it. I try to describe the place I need—the station—in words. I left the timetable and the exact names at school:
“I need something like that railway station,” I say, pointing out the window. “Like this one, only mine—the one the train to my city leaves from.”
The young man says:
“Then get off. This is yours.”
“Oh, that's the one!”
Time is running out. If I don't find my train and get on it, I won't leave until the next day.
Signs... Direction boards... I try to read them, but can't make anything out; nothing makes sense..... A white train stands under steam, sleek and modern. Its route number is 1035. I remember the number because my house number is 35, and the neighbor's cow has a tag like that in its ear.
People, bustle. White trains. Buses. Platforms. Stops. A universal transport hub where city buses and long-distance trains intersect. It is drizzling. Everything is white and gray.
A ticket window. Cashiers.
“Which one goes to my city?” I ask.
“Over there,” the cashier nods.
“Where? I don't understand!” I think, Why are they all so hard to understand here?
“Over there,” the cashier nods again, more kindly this time, so that I understand exactly where.
“I see it! I understand! Wait, don't dispatch the train.”
But the cashier's hand is already pressing the train's start button. How can this be?!
“Wait, don't send it!” I shout.
I thought she was on my side, that she would understand how badly I needed to get home. Otherwise I would freeze in a strange city without a map or belongings.....
Then the cashier says:
“The driver has canceled the departure. Run!”
I run, but while I am trying to figure out where to enter, all the doors close right in front of my nose and the train starts moving.
“Stop! You were supposed to wait for me! The driver...”
But the train is already moving. I grab the handle of the nearest little window. There is nowhere to put my foot. There is some kind of recess; it will do. This is my train, after all. I can get home. I realize I will have to travel the entire way outside in the cold, holding on to the little-window handles, and grip them even more tightly.
“Actually, you can go inside,” the cashier girl says calmly from behind me.
The little window I am clinging to is narrow, but even this invitation is a blessing to me. I will squeeze through it at any cost!
Clinging to the side, I yank at one little window, then another. The train picks up speed, but remains right there.
I see a door. A door is surely wider than a little window. I pull it toward me, but the paneling cracks and comes off, and I nearly fall backward with a piece of it in my hand. I want to get home so badly that, miraculously keeping my foot in the recess, I pull at a second door, then a third, and... Finally I enter the vestibule, right behind the driver. Phew..... The last carriage, the last door...... Or the first.....?!
“Hi, guys, I'm going to ride with you.”
Four men are sitting on the vestibule floor around a disassembled device resembling a chainsaw. They smile.
“Why don't you sit down? There's a little green chair over there. Are you planning to stand the whole way?!” one of them says. (God, how kind they are, I think.) But I am already happy just to be inside, with solid ground under my feet. This is my train and it is going home—why worry about standing? I'll stand... I'm inside, not outside....
I turn to close the three doors behind me, but they have to be closed from the outside. There is no handle on the inside. The train has gathered speed, but I see the ticket window and the cashier in the same place again.
“Will you close it?” I ask the cashier girl.
“I will. Oh, what am I going to do with you?!” she grumbles.
She slowly leaves the booth and stretches a honey blanket over the door so that it will stick shut and not open, saying sternly:
“Now tell me, your (classroom/crossing/line/step) guardian angel: didn’t God reveal Himself in your day today?”
She looks into my eyes for a long time, calling for an honest answer.
I can't remember the word that described what kind of angel she was, but I understood that she was not personally protecting me, but those who were traveling along the routes served by her trains and buses....
Inside me there is frantic speed, although the train has not yet started, but is already rushing forward.
“He did,” I mumble, and begin to realize it. I remember the evening: how I made it onto that bus, how I got off exactly at my station, how I made it onto this train home, and how I managed to enter the vestibule.
“He did!” I proclaim loudly and confidently. “I was thinking about Him every minute!” I add softly and tenderly, smiling as tears well up in my eyes......
“Well, off you go,” says the cashier, who is also an underground guardian angel, waving goodbye and firmly closing the honey-covered door from the outside.... The train really begins to move.... We travel forward, and I am in the vestibule of the first carriage, directly behind the driver. The ticket booth is left behind... I am going home, reflecting on how God revealed Himself.....
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, Teacher, thank you so much for these wonderful gifts! In general, considering what you have been doing for all of us for so many years, any words of gratitude seem terribly inadequate... This new format of golden meditations has made them more effective and interesting to practice—they take place on a much deeper level. A deep bow to you
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Work has begun on the 12th golden meditation.
All 11 golden meditations have long been available for everyone to listen to and benefit from.
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Surely everyone is already eagerly awaiting the 13th meditation?
The Path of the Absolute.
I’m happy to say that I’m already finishing the video, and it will also be made available to you very soon. Completely free, just like the 12 golden meditations before it.
I hope there are no more people who are still wondering, “Where are these meditations?” If there are, that would be surprising.
These same meditations are even available in English. Also free of charge.
The Path of the Absolute.
I’m happy to say that I’m already finishing the video, and it will also be made available to you very soon. Completely free, just like the 12 golden meditations before it.
I hope there are no more people who are still wondering, “Where are these meditations?” If there are, that would be surprising.
These same meditations are even available in English. Also free of charge.
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And now the 13th meditation has been posted.
Listen and enjoy
I have to say that the number 13 truly lived up to expectations. This meditation was reworked several times. Somehow, it just wasn’t right. Even at the upload stage, I discovered an error. So everything had to be redone...
But now everything is fine
We are delighted to present you with the thirteenth product, completely free of charge. The result of many hours of work—not just by me alone.
Enjoy!
Listen and enjoy
I have to say that the number 13 truly lived up to expectations. This meditation was reworked several times. Somehow, it just wasn’t right. Even at the upload stage, I discovered an error. So everything had to be redone...
But now everything is fine
We are delighted to present you with the thirteenth product, completely free of charge. The result of many hours of work—not just by me alone.
Enjoy!
With love and gratitude, I receive the meditation “The Path of the Absolute.” It was like the gentle touch of two vortices merging within my body, like two forgotten stars meeting in the night. Each movement of energy was like a warm wind gliding over my skin, filling me with light and infinite harmony. I feel the heavens and the earth finding each other within me, and this moment became a magical dance in which my earthly self rose to absolute heights. Thank you for this moment of sublime tenderness and pure love.
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The 14th meditation is the last one.
And it has already been created.
But I haven’t made it available for free yet, as I did with all the other meditations.
A special idea came to me.
I decided to make a special gift for you.
Namely, to hold a joint LIVE broadcast.
We will all meditate together to the 14th meditation, which will make it even more powerful.
So stay tuned for the announcement of this broadcast.
Don’t miss it!
And it has already been created.
But I haven’t made it available for free yet, as I did with all the other meditations.
A special idea came to me.
I decided to make a special gift for you.
Namely, to hold a joint LIVE broadcast.
We will all meditate together to the 14th meditation, which will make it even more powerful.
So stay tuned for the announcement of this broadcast.
Don’t miss it!
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Do you remember what the 14th Golden Meditation is about?
You don’t remember?
Strange—yet it has remembered you for a long time, and it’s already been waiting for you: Your Yoga. Meditation: Awakening of the Soul.
Since 2003, can you imagine?
How much time has passed?
And it is still waiting....
You don’t remember?
Strange—yet it has remembered you for a long time, and it’s already been waiting for you: Your Yoga. Meditation: Awakening of the Soul.
Since 2003, can you imagine?
How much time has passed?
And it is still waiting....
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For the first time, I did the Path of the Absolute meditation. It turns out that if you do it early in the morning, you don’t fall asleep; on the contrary, you enter a special state. But I got confused by the visual images during the meditation and, it seems, didn’t do everything correctly. I couldn’t figure it out even from the written version of the meditation. Teacher, could you make some schematic visual illustrations showing how to combine the cones? Starting from point 10 of the written version, it isn’t very clear. One moves upward, and the second also moves, but I couldn’t figure out exactly how.
Regardless of whether I did everything correctly or not, after the meditation ended, a powerful white flash appeared around the third eye, like during the course—the vision of light that we studied here at the school. This stream of white light gradually shifted toward Sahasrara. Then I had a dream in which I saw my house being rebuilt: I would enter through the doors and then leave, while it kept changing on the outside. The reconstruction was extensive, with excavators and bulldozers. At the end of the dream, I entered my house, and it was new, with temple-like architecture, high rounded ceilings, lots of space, and very practical and comfortable. It had two floors and a staircase. Near the entrance there was a storage-room door, and someone was trying to break out from inside. I opened the door, and some bedraggled black cat jumped out and ran through the door)))
Regardless of whether I did everything correctly or not, after the meditation ended, a powerful white flash appeared around the third eye, like during the course—the vision of light that we studied here at the school. This stream of white light gradually shifted toward Sahasrara. Then I had a dream in which I saw my house being rebuilt: I would enter through the doors and then leave, while it kept changing on the outside. The reconstruction was extensive, with excavators and bulldozers. At the end of the dream, I entered my house, and it was new, with temple-like architecture, high rounded ceilings, lots of space, and very practical and comfortable. It had two floors and a staircase. Near the entrance there was a storage-room door, and someone was trying to break out from inside. I opened the door, and some bedraggled black cat jumped out and ran through the door)))