enjoining life in all its richness and specter. Oleg and Irina didn’t use astro-ships, but flied in their personal happiness to the heaven of joy. And Oleg mastered the new profession of a film star.
Bamboo bends under the snow
and doesn’t break.
So is the sage.
This advice of Taoism and Zen-Buddhism perhaps was the cause of Tumanov’s love to bamboo paintings. And he followed it in life. He never argued with authorities and security services, but always followed his own way. Open resistance may only irritate and provoke further hostility. Better keep silent and answer invisibly like a ninja.
He changed his appearance to a Pulin’s familiar killer and through a camera in his security zone offered his services. The real killer was at that time already dead. Pulin accepted the proposal and hinted at Tumanov as the next target, then relaxed in hope that the problem will be solved and started to wait, doing nothing himself. Oleg won time, needed for the planned space attack on Gaidad’s heirs and began arrangements with proper weapons. The best choice was nuclear warheads from earthly missiles, which should be destroyed under the Russian-American agreement about strategic arms limitation. He offered the idea to the leaders of nuclear states and they gave consent. China, France and Great Britain joined Russia and America without signing official documents, just to keep the established balance of forces.
Everything was ready for the war and SSS started the game. Re Areil appeared again on the scene as an imitator Devil to color the whole combat program in his ideas and images of anti-Satan revolt. So that Satanist after defeat would revenge on Devil-worshippers. Another source of nuclear warheads was the secret alien base on the other edge of the universe. Small astro-disks could jump directly to the nuclear arms warehouses. Oleg could switch off their security control system by teleportation of signals to their computers. Zongs had their own nuclear weapons, mounted on large war ships (for one billion dollars). Vega and other allies were ready too. And the waves of the nuclear flood rose once again. Like in the ancient times of Noah. Water is the symbol of astral energy and astral world. And flood is the right word the retribution for Satan’s and Cain’s deeds, through their followers and heirs as well as their own.
The nuclear fire wave passed the face of the cursed planet from one pole to another and the rebellious proud world was dead. Then the wave covered another, another, another etc. Zongs were also masters of imitation, Purusha Rama on astral level was identical with Chen-tkhi Tkhun. The equivalent of Monya Sterkin in his civilization, who also lived in the same country and deceived security services as their agent, working against Chari Kar. The first attack was targeted to the most remote Satanist civilizations, i.e. to the edge of the universe. The next were closer ones, in the knot of galaxies net, where ruled black Satanist Mariam. And finally the fire whirl approached our galaxies cluster.
Here the weapons were changed to ordinary, non-nuclear, because population was mixed from all points of view. In the ellipsoid satellite galaxy of Andromeda Nebular, for example, there were two leaders – black Satanist Shemarkhan and white Muslim Kalibor. They were permanent competitors and rivals and the whole Ellipsoid, called Perseus, was divided between them and their followers. The same situation as in Senar. Only Ellipsoid has two poles in its structure and their astral influence is constant, whereas the chaotic galaxy just has many versions and potentialities. And nothing in it is fixed.
Tumanov felt that now it was his turn. He reached for an invisible gun, took it and started to fire through multi-dimensional space at the Satanists’ and Devil-worshippers’ leaders. It was as simple as that. But to switch on teleportation there should be no other way. They might hide in bunkers even from nuclear strikes. Teleportation was much more sure and safe. There would be no revenge counterattack, because it worked without any trace to the source. And guns in the hand automatically changed to correspond to the wide spread in this space types.
So one way or another the enemy was crushed completely. And the task of SSS was accomplished without losses or any possible dangerous consequences in the future for Earth and alien allies. All astral ships were parked in the cave base and all pilots returned home.
The first 100-hours portion of series was ready as a minimum serial and Tumanov switched to independent one-hour films about love, simpler and more commercial projects in Hollywood style. Thought the method of casting was the same and they couldn’t be sent for sale because of secrecy of the scanner. So was called the person or the device, capable of transmitting imagination to computers, i.e. Oleg Tumanov himself in the main serial.
SSS was abolished after Pulin’s failure to get the ships under his own control and disappointment in the project, because no one reported him about any results. He didn’t see any ships himself and no body made photos, so there was no evidence that it was all true. That Tumanov didn’t invent it and that the nuclear warheads were really used in space. There were no documents from the Military Department, stating the fact. So it was not a fact at all. No evidence, no consequences. Everything was forgotten, as if never existed. And Tumanov was classified as a queer fish or an insane dreamer and left alone.
Foreigners went home and it was impossible to prove that they ever were in Russia, because as a part of the agreement about SSS their journey was not registered anywhere. Or the documents were burnt. These events lasted from 2000 to 2004. And now they are only a part of Tumanov’s memory, a fantasy film and a fantastic story, written down by me, his prototype, and finally coming to an end.
Can it be truth? Yes, it can. But was it truth in reality? Or what was behind this fantasy? What was the real space scout? What are his real results? And what did he become after the space intelligence was over? Did any one pay him in any form for the work? How does he earn his living now?
No one knows exactly, whether space intelligence exists, existed or not. Oleg Tumanov can’t prove any version too. Although he is a space scout or was him for many years. Everything was so secret that everyone knows for sure only about himself.
Oleg Tumanov didn’t see the astral ships himself, but he had real allies in space and if they were not bought then at the first attempt, they might be bought now, if not for a war, than for a peaceful breakthrough to other worlds, their natural resources and living space. Payment for ships was possible with gold and diamonds, which he could teleport from distant space fields to the sellers or intermediaries. If descendents of Cain, Satanists and Devil-worshippers were not destroyed by earthlings and SSS, than the nuclear strike at their bases was carried out by aliens. Besides Tumanov could teleport nuclear warheads from anywhere to anywhere. And to nuke space enemies for him was not a problem. And he made a series of control nuclear shots at them just to be on the safe side. Or maybe these targets were new and additional, because one war was not enough. Exchange of precious metals and stones for interstellar ships also didn’t take much time and they were parked at the cave base as planned during the game in SSS.
The visit of music and cinema stars to Stavropol looked like a possibility based on the political situation of the moment, when US and Russian presidents discussed the possibility of SSS and tried to create the organization on the basis of psychic research. They might switch the actors in the project and Tumanov felt the possibility as a real chance. But after the game was over, he in some time came to the conclusion that it was just a game and nothing more, though very realistic and inspiring, because he collected enough information and impressions for a real film. And why not make it now, even if it will be more fantastic, than he though at first? The content, information about space, will be the same, because it didn’t depend on the actors or cinema scripts. So he did it too. He extracted the information from his brain, memory and sub-consciousness, to a remote computer. Say, in space to Chongui-Tan - one 100-hours film “Invisible” about SSS, then two additional films of the same size - “Space scout” and “Scanner” about his real work and his real results.
Times changed, new Russian president and new FSS Director didn’t try to kill or to control Tumanov and he got unlimited access to Internet. Here in the web he found new opportunities for self-expression and made sites in Russian and in English with basic spiritual information and some hints about space as an idea of a fantasy film. No one paid him for space research and he had to earn his living himself. The only real, practical variant he knew was astrology and he wrote for his sites astrological articles too and bought a program for automatic posting astrological advertisements to a thousand of Russian Internet message boards.
Results were not so quick as he expected but never the less there were some. His ads and articles in the site attracted attention of a girl from a Swiss company, which wanted to organize an astrological Call Center for Russia. And she invited him to work there as a telephone consultant for clients they planned to interest by a TV show on astrological topics.
After a long preparation, when they collected about one hundred astrologers and psychics from all Russia and Ukraine, the TV show began and Oleg started earning real money. Not much but enough for living. In the one hundred specialists he turned out to be the best by his appeal to clients, popularity and financial results. The next to him was the TV presenter-astrologer, who advertised herself to maximum, but earned only two thirds of his fee. After two months TV shows were stopped and the number of calls decreased but he found another similar job in a Russia astrological service, where earnings were stable, because it worked already for many years and had stable popularity and clients.
Simultaneously he continued to work as a scanner, making new films. About the current situation and about the past, roots of his success in the religions he studied and meditation practices he used. The last films were about the reaction to his previous films in space and in the web, where they spread to selected spectators, and about his final decision to return to poetry and write down everything he knew in the form of verses.
What was his first positive success in space? Andromeda Nebular has two satellite galaxies – Ellipsoid and Ball. The last is a creative center of art. People there like games, in reality and in films. Their religions are creative too. For them game is another reality and if it is esthetically and ethically convincing, they accept it as truth.
A girl from the Ball flew to Andromeda Spiral’s center to bring more light to dark hearts and sleeping minds. And she was caught in a trap by fanatics of a local human sacrifices cult. They wanted to cut out her heart and burn it in the honor of their goddess of hate. For them fire was a symbol of anger and was considered sacred. So everything alien and unknown was to be burnt.
On Earth in those days Oleg Tumanov started a game of teleportation to some distant planet isle, where there was a lot of gold just on the surface in sand. And he noticed the problem of the girl with the planned sacrifice. So he teleported her from the temple prison to some remote lonely island, where she could come to her senses and have a good rest.
Then he visited her to make sure she was OK and to decide, what to do next. It was not full teleportation as in the game or in her case, he just switched to the distant space without leaving his home and established a contact that allowed them to talk and make friends. Finally she fell in love with him, but he could neither go to her world, nor take her to Earth. So the only her wish, he could satisfy, was a child. He teleported his gens to her without sex, which would require complete transition to another space, what he couldn’t do for himself, because he was still tied to Earth. After that she was happy enough to return home without any further requests and regrets. And they parted for many years.
At the time of SSS she appeared again, Oleg learnt that her name was Svitya (associates with “sweet”) and made sure that space games always have some real results. They couldn’t join for he was married and already had two small children but her existence proved that he was on the right path and he went on.
SSS was not so much a space game as earthly, political and religious. Space scouting and space wars didn’t require any sanctions and organizations. But something in it as well as in all space intelligence was real too. What concretely? Oleg filtered all versions through ethics and esthetics of poetry. He reproduced all important information in his verses, skipping the rest. So if you want to know the final truth, read them and study as exact description of his methods and his results, both in space research and in religious life. So his films about his return to poetry were already completely realistic. And that was the end of space research and the end of my story too.
Space
1
In the sky I don’t die but fly. My mind melts
And my body becomes weightless as light.
I might throw off the belts of gravitation
And leave solar system as a ray of Sun,
Sent to cosmic nations for their fun.
My visions and my dreams are transmitted
To aliens as fantasy films. I’m even submitted
In their Internet as a cinema star for some rewards.
They think my actions and my words
Are just a virtual computer trick. I’m too quick
For a real man with my sword and gun.
I began my space career as an astral warrior,
Fighting demons and their worshippers
And singing Gloria to God. Quite a lot
Of alien warships was lost in the battle
And the rattle of rockets and missiles
Crashed ears and minds. My smiles
And my strikes were invisible to radars
And space raiders, who thought they fought
Only themselves. Invaders were destroyed
And I became unneeded, unemployed.
Back at home on Earth I found only dirt and pride.
The hearth was cold and I was too old to ride the wave.
Slaves praised their lords as gods and I could only slide.
But need is a good teacher, I needed badly to survive
And started my search for tools and means to stay alive.
What I really knew was the science of stars and my planet
Was the god of war, Mars. But in space the war was over
And on Earth it was prevented, I invented some new arms
That I couldn’t use because of possible abuse. Now I muse
At my fate and amuse my readers, but then I was late.
Life went ahead of me and I had not enough resources,
So to restore my forces and to earn my bread
I returned to space with mental cinema and dread.
2
My personal mantra is Eyum Alim Neom,
Sounds like light. Neo- associates with new,
M means fire, spiritual energy, Sun.
It reflects my personal way and point of view,
But anyone can use it as an additional fun
To follow my trace in religion, art and space.
Sometimes I use it as a pseudonym for the role
Of an alien in some games. As a harmonic mask
For films about a ninja, a secret esthetic task.
To promote the cause of justice in strange worlds
Of chaos and discord. Where aliens thought
That God and retribution for evil and good
Are just words. So my mantra is a creative mood.
Another mantra and my pseudonym is Eyl Noum,
A new name of God too. And a role of an alien actor
And a director of space cinema, the source of materials.
In space it is possible to transmit information
To any computer directly from the brain or reality.
This creates a distant Super-Internet connection
With remote and isolated nations, an effective factor
Of interstellar politics and cultural cooperation.
Common mantra Aum Yeeum Om can be transformed
Into a convenient for repetition rhythmic formula -
Aum Yeum Aum Yeum Yeum Yeum Aum Yeum
Yeu Om Yeum Om Om Om Yeum Om.
This mantra is also a key to mutual love and real tantra,
Sublimation is transformation of natural instincts,
Only insects don’t think of their prime origin.
Religion turns an animal into a man and then – to an angel.
And he sees all things and events at a different angle.
Mantra recitation is a safe and effective meditation
For any one, who doesn’t want to be a slave to anger.
A tranquil and serene soul is its eternal goal,
Happiness for men is the only worthy role.
3
Space intelligence is a fantasy now but a reality very soon.
Are we born with a silver spoon in the mouth?
Is an alien doom still possible or it’s just a fantasy or past?
When at last will we be able to protect our earthly house?
Is there any chase for spies or arms race in space?
And can we try with our own arms extraterrestrial arms?
Space can become a political factor for superpowers in case
Of further cultural superstitions and economic competition.
Aliens have their own eyes and views and can choose
The best, skipping the rest. Our nest is not eternal,
Will fraternal civilizations open space to at least some
Earthly nations? Will they ever come to stop a beast,
A Satanist, threatening free cultures with his occult cult?
Are there in galaxies any regions, where religions
Aren’t monotheist or at least pantheist? Is mantra Om
Universal? And where is spread Yeum? Can we zoom
Our vision of space and start with its help a boom?
If we are all sons of Adam and Eve, can we receive
Extraterrestrial gens and gems? And send there our own?
Or should they leave us alone as an bone without meat?
Shall we ever openly meet for a friendly exchange
Of moods in art as a start and goods, precious and smart?
A silver bell is ringing in our ears, any one who hears
The sound of time, won’t sell for a dime his masterpiece.
But will gladly make a gift to friends. Peace depends
On disgust and trust, we must be the fist to give up lust.
Space is a mirror, it reflects our own dreams and reacts
To our own tracts. Competition of national egoistic teams
Means that nationalists will be mean in space too.
To prevent an egoistic flu they isolate the all fools
In their dirty pools. And plan to contact only those who act
With tact. My verse about space is a lace to pull
You to the school of universal grace. Try to the full,
Chase knowledge and look in to the face of facts.
4
Shambala, an alien base in Himalayas and Tibet,
Existed for contacts with men six thousands years ago.
There was a bet of conflicting civilizations about mankind,
Whether men would grow kind or cruel, high or low.
Atlantis twenty thousands earlier contacted aliens too.
The teacher of Agni-yoga, Moria, their disciple, said a boo
To hostile alien geese and his civilization was destroyed.
Like Troy. It was a war in space against Moria’s friends
And Atlantis also came to the end. Modern West is its heir
And the same threat was in the air. But this time Moria’s
Allies won the game and Agni-yoga turned out to be
