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Look at the sky
Vasily S. Torpaev

© Vasily S. Torpaev, 2017

ISBN 978-5-4474-9071-3

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Prologue

– Vasily, look at the sky now.

I turned my head, glanced through the window at the dark sky covered with rain clouds and said:

– I see it: it is dark and cloudy.

– But you know that now there are stars beyond those clouds, don’t you? And in the daytime there is the sun behind them, isn’t there?

– Yes, – I agreed.

– There is no need for you to believe in it, – he continued – no need to guess if it is the sun behind the clouds or not, – you simply do know that the sun is there, don’t you?

– Yes, I do – I replied – that is true.

– And so, Vasily, many people merely believe in me, believe in the fact that I exist, however, you, Vasily, are talking to me!

Chapter 1

My Life Before Birth

Recently a moment from my childhood has come back to memory. It took me back to long ago stagnant eighties of the last century. How old was I then? Seven… or eight. I recalled a thunder-stormy night, huge dark clouds were looming over the houses and were darting thunders to the earth. First I was standing behind the door at the balcony and gazing at the threatening darkness but then I wanted to open the door and say to those clouds:

– Wo-o-h clouds! Come on, let it thunder stronger! You are so high above me and I am so far! I am not afraid of you!

…And at this very moment there was such a deafening thunderclap that I got frightened and immediately ran out of the balcony, closed the door and stood wondering if… if it… had been the clouds… which attended my words? Or is it my imagination? After all, it would be strange to think that a cloud can “hear” a man… The thunder-storm already ceased but I still could not calm down. I was afraid to simply look out of the window. Finally, I took courage in my hands and returned to the balcony squinting at the sunset light and inhaling the fragrance of the freshly squeezed clouds. “No, certainly not, – I thought – the clouds cannot take offence at me, it must have been a mere coincidence”. At this very moment I’ve had a feeling that someone poked me in the chest with an invisible finger threateningly: do not you dare joke with such a tremendous power…


As a child, I used to love books. First I would look them through. Large colourful pictures illustrating fairy tales for children and curved lines of letters, especially of capitals. Later, however, when I learned to read I would spend a lot of time scanning the lines and drawing in my imagination the cloudland pictures.

Once when I was housecleaning I came upon a book which was there behind the bed. It was a big heavy book, not like other ordinary books. Seemingly it differed from all others I’ve ever seen in my life by its impressive size. “What might it be about?”, I wondered leafing through the book. It turned out that among other things the book talked about the so called thought broadcasting and the belief that objects, plants, animals and people are capable of exchanging information. The book gave some vague explanations of how all this was possible and what kind of exercises a reader was supposed to do to verify its reliability. To be sure, I wanted to study all those schemes and pictures in the book to understand how the reader could get it right.

I tried to reproduce some experiments that were given in the book but none of them brought the desired results. I continued reading till I reached a chapter which kindled my interest notably. It talked about the possibility to communicate with one’s subconsciousness (it was claimed by the book’s author) by getting information from an instrument called pendulum (an object suspended from a rope held in a hand). I read about how to ask questions to the pendulum and receive answers from it – from “yes” or “no” to simple questions to full explicit sentences to be made by connecting separately standing letters. I remember a picture which illustrated a sequence of those letters. The picture resembled a hand fan with its each segment having a written letter on it. The pendulum was supposed to show (swinging) which letter is to appear next in the answer. I made a pendulum as implied by the book, bent over the picture the way a graphic man was bending in it and asked my question… Nothing came of it. The pendulum did not even swing. I reread the chapter again and again to consult about how precisely a hand should be held and the subconsciousness should be turned to, but… nothing came of it…

“Ha ha ha, – I laughed to myself – well, of course, it is impossible. The book is a bluff which the author created to attract readers’ attention and make money off it”.

Yet, I have looked through that book a few more times rereading the pages about the pendulum… What was there that I liked so much? Why could I not tear myself away from those pictures with a focused man in them? Years later I would read many other books where authors described the “communication” with the subconsciousness through a pendulum. Some of those authors would say that one could “make a deal” with a pendulum, that a pendulum was kind of a guide to the “Earth’s field of knowledge”, the “forces of light” and would describe how one should ask questions, thank for the received answers and many other things. Looking back, I can say: at that time all those things seemed to me unusual, contrary to the rules of nature, and I liked reading about it indeed but over time since I failed to gain any results in practice the interest I had in books dealing with the pendulum has dissipated.

Let me tell you a moment from my “past” life, from my job. Many of us tend to remember moments relating to job with a tinge of sorrow. My memory of that period of life is sad: I used to work in one of ordinary research institutes earning a small salary. Laboratory, research instruments all around, microscopes, clever people, specialists… Day after day. The same things. My colleagues believed that the job they were doing was pretty interesting but I was beginning to get sick of it. I wanted to find some creative job implying communication with new people, wanted to do the things that I really loved instead of boring researches, or at least to earn as much money as to afford to bring my interests into reality. It is true that many people would like to change their jobs but very few of them are ready for the real changes. For a variety of reasons. I had a reason not to change anything too.

And a day has come – a usual day – a day when I finally reached the boiling point inside me, so to speak. Accidents happen, don’t they? That very day a peculiar man came to our laboratory. I did not see him entering, but I knew that he had come to our chiefs, I was sitting in the room next door and could hear through the wall the way he was talking to them. His voice sounded to me pretty confident, such a distinct speech of his I have never heard even in the radio or television advertising. It seemed as though he knew in advance what he would be asked and therefore his immediate answers marched like soldiers on a military parade. I could not help popping in the room where they were talking. The mysterious guest looked impressive and his appearance delighted me: an ideal suit, perfectly cleaned shoes, a strict and a little bit severe look. In front of me I saw a well-dressed fashionable gentleman in his fifties. What on earth was he doing in our one-horse town?! How did he end up here?! From where?!

After a short conversation with the bosses this gentleman summarized the results and was already heading to the exit. I… don’t know… I can’t explain what came over me but like under sweet hypnosis – though I guess that from the outside it might look indecent and I have never done such kind of things before I, nevertheless, was determined to stand up and catch the stranger before he left and if possible even try to talk to him. But how could I, a usual laboratory assistant, interest him? What would I say to him? On the way out of the institute, on the stairs, I apologized and called after him. Introducing myself to him, I expressed my admiration of him for the way he carried himself and the content of his speech and let him know that if I had a chance to meet him again during his future visits to the bosses I would like to learn from him. He wondered: learn what? I replied: don’t know, at least, to speak confidently like you and if should You need an assistant (oh gosh, what nonsense I am talking about?! – I was thinking at the same time) I will be ready to learn and help You in your affairs.

The reply astonished me more than I expected: Alexander (that was his name) replied in the positive and even joyfully. I remember Alexander told me that he had always known that I would turn to him with a request…

From that moment my head whirled with happiness. “How did this happen? – I thought. – How could a timid laboratory assistant help such an unusual person?”. Can time change its course? The fact is that from the moment I talked to Alexander all around started to seem slow and dull. “Why do all look like being asleep? – I thought – Waste their time and make do with what they have and do not strive for more, do not use their capacity?”.

Yes, I did meet in my life what I thought of. I got an opportunity to change my life. At least I believed so. Several days after meeting Alexander we were already discussing the future plans including the development of our own business. He had so many ideas, themes, variants to realize that I lost my mind and spent all my free time satisfying my hunger for creative thoughts by listening to him and absorbing even more than my mind could absorb. I asked him questions and got clear answers to them. There was nothing that could remain unclear to me. All the ideas were in plain view. Alexander told me about talented people, scientists who lived and worked in various cities and each of them had their own designs which we could and needed to unite and implement within joint projects. My task which Alexander offered to me was to think about what projects could be developed. In fact, he allowed me to fully participate and help him to bring to life formidable ideas and consult him on how to govern those interesting projects cost effectively. I was so inspired by this opportunity that I never asked myself why such large-scale ideas were entrusted to me, to Vasia. Yes, this is Me name.

Yet, back home with a new portion of information in my mind, I had doubts. I did not believe in myself and was not absolutely sure of what was happening yet. Then I would ask Alexander:

– Why? Why did other people not agree among themselves earlier and thus did not do seemingly evident things?

He laughed and said exactly what I was thinking of:

– All around are living like in a dream but you, Vasia, has a great chance to “wake up” and do interesting, courageous things, embody the newest scientific, engineering, financial ideas, settle all the family issues, of course, and thus make your life happier… But to get a better life you need to take efforts.

I understood: in order to completely dedicate myself to my new job I needed to leave the scientific-research institute where I worked. Psychologically, mentally (in fact, by quitting my job I was going nowhere) it was not that easy because though none of your relatives would ever understand you, you needed to do your best to explain to them that from scratch you could build another world, a world which lives by other rules and in other scales. Is it not what I was thinking until very recently?…How was I supposed to tell my wife who was on maternity leave of my intention to leave a “good” job for the sake of ideas of another level? I never forgot of my responsibility to my family and always knew that whatever I planned to do would be for the good of my family and future. Will try to explain to her…

Skipping some moments from my life I’d like to stop and look back. Several months are already passed since I left the scientific-research institute. I am all engrossed in studying new materials and meeting new people – Alexander’s words are coming true. Right now I am in a big beautiful office. Alexander and I have just come to visit a well-known professor Butanovich who is specialised in studying and searching new oil and gas fields. There is a lot of equipment, printing machines, computers… I am standing in front of the professor’s room. I almost got used to the fact that each new person I met possessed a particular personality, but a real surprise was waiting for me ahead. The professor’s room was almost empty: a huge table, spread out pieces of wove paper, pencils, highlighters of several colours, a snuffed candlestick. On a nude wall there were several icons and bending over the table professor Butanovich was drawing contours and lines on the wove paper. From time to time he whispered to himself something, put aside a pencil, and… Then I noticed something in his hand that impressed me immensely. It was a pendulum, that same pendulum which was there in my books of my childhood. Alexander was pleased with that pleasant surprise he had prepared for me and said that he wanted to meet me with the professor long ago so that I could emulate the secrets of his mastery.

I decided, by all means, to learn from the professor everything regarding the pendulum: in what way the pendulum helped him, how and whom Butanovich asked for information, if someone else (hoping it could me, of course) but for him could handle the pendulum? It turned our that long before the professor had given birth to an idea to find on the map all the existing but yet unknown fields of oil, gas and fresh water. And all that was possible he claimed without complex geological exploration equipment but simply asking questions to the information filed of the Earth.

– Look, Vasily – Butanovich said spreading a contour map of Norway on the big table, – right now I am going to ask for information on whether there are any gas deposits in this region.

The professor started to make preparation for the inquiries: he lit a candle, whispered some sentences, took the pendulum and began to slowly direct it over the map. After a while the pendulum began rotating over one and the same area of the map.

– You see, the pendulum is rotating on its own and showing us where gas is?

I saw the pendulum rotating indeed but from the outside it seemed as though Butanovich was merely whirling it with his own hand.

– How can a pendulum rotate on its own? – I asked.

– Don’t know precisely – the professor replied – but right now I am feeling like somebody was guiding my hand and by asking questions I am receiving a feedback. I can ask any kind of question regarding the deposit I am looking for: about the seam depth, volumes of the deposit, the contours of an oil pool or fiery seam in depth section, chemical composition, etc.

I was looking at the professor. The pendulum in his hand seemed to be a universal informative tool. Butanovich continued asking the pendulum for information with regard to another object on the map.

– Does this seam contain oil?

The pendulum drew a vertical line in the air which meant “yes”. Putting aside the pendulum the professor wrote down the reply on the paper.

– Does this oil pool contain sulphuric impurities?

Once again, the calmly hanging pendulum swayed steadily. And now, he needed to learn the percentage of the sulphuric impurity in the oil pool.

– Is it more than 1%? – “Yes”.

– More than 1,5%? – “Yes”.

– More than 2%? – The pendulum said “no” and swayed horizontally.

Then the professor sectioned the paper and attributed digits to each of the sections: 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9. He asked the pendulum to indicate the number of the tenths of the sulphuric impurity percentage and positioned the hand over the digits. The pendulum swerved in between 5 and 6, closer to 6.

– You see, the percentage of the impurity ranges from 1,5% to 1,6%. We could further detail the percentage till per mils – the content professor said.

I liked watching the professor working for long hours. During his work he was very concentrated, he could work for long hours and not sleep at night, he would sleep for only a couple of hours and then again got down to work. It seemed to me, however, as if he was in a hurry, was afraid not to make it in time to ask for information and was glad that his topographic maps, digits, notes – all this will not be but will benefit the mankind. It turned out later that the professor’s capability to get information from the pendulum had actually made him leave the oil research institute: he could not bear any longer to see his colleagues “sleeping” and using old-fashioned, to his mind, exploration technique which resulted in the ecological destruction caused by drilling hundreds of poor oil wells. Strange as it may sound, the professor, a respectable man, practically had become a hermit. He had spent almost all of his money for computers, plotters, office rental and now I he was ready to collaborate with Alexander (and with me). Alexander convinced the professor that he could attract the investors and sell at a profit his projects on oil and gas. No doubt that if one of the professor’s assumptions was confirmed and at least one new previously unknown deposit was discovered we would get many investors line up for collaboration with us. Our joint business would become kind of “engine” for all of us and we agreed that by investing relatively small amounts of money into the drilling of wells in the given areas our investors would be convinced that our new company had true information about water and oil reserves all around the world. On the other hand, it could prove to Alexander and me that the professor was really capable of “seeing through the earth”.

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