My prayer ...

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My prayer is with a dialogue
What can I do - he already predicted
I speak with him when the soul hurts
In despair ...
In sorrow ...
Slowly ...
He tells me - his hand moves
He thinks - I have grief with an answer I
He will suffer about me - and I cry
He loves me in search of you
Eternal dialogue is endless with him
When I sin, he builds a monologue
Countless persecution rushes the syllable
Worrying - and I am full of excitement
He thinks the actions rush -
I'm sharing with him, luck Diviva ...
In despair ...
In sorrow ...
Slowly ...

An amazing perversion of public consciousness occurs before our eyes.

Yesterday, our ancestors put into consciousness the concept of “social norm” - religion, morality, aesthetics, etiquette and so on ..., everything became monstrously deformed and presented as an ordinary and “normal” phenomenon. By the way, I’ll make a reservation right away here - it’s normal to a certain collapse of the “stereotypes of consciousness”. The benefits of this: there is no reason to form a coronet of inertness. ... But the case from the ordinary, when I pray in the temple of an innocently killed grandmother-collar or memory of the Afghan warrior and who have gone into the world of my other parents and this is invaded in this place (it is not important in Moscow, Syktyvkar or the village of Zimstani), knowing the creatures.

Involve (through the media and the Internet) with the aim of supposedly prayers, and involuntarily indignant - and who gave them such a right to destroy the holiness of the shrines of Orthodox traditions? Who gave them this right to mock my personal memory? Who gave them the right to enter with dirty legs into the world of my dialogue with the Almighty?

Academician Pavlov also talked about how not far a person left the animal ... How to neglect this? Yes, just. The vessel of the soul does not need to be filled with "stones and sand and clay." No need to add public soullessness with beer - stinking. So from your maxims, gentlemen, the defenders of the “zoo in yourself”, carries a stench. This is your “collapse of the stereotypes of consciousness” - the plague of you affects in their subsequent life - through children, grandchildren and adolescents on the street ....

Young people need to be taught to separate the "grains from the chases"! You tell them - everything has the right to "grow and bloom." ...

So where do the tares of your consciousness grow? In youth magazines? In temples? In academies and museums?

Put your flesh - let it be alive and trembling - she is a place in the place where the same carriers of animal instincts gather together.

But in the pure vessel of the children's soul, only for centuries the established and withstanding consciousness should be introduced for centuries - then the human rights will need a little less and crime will not be such a percentage ....