Man lives in another world read online. "beyond the threshold of life, or a person lives in another world." A novel written under dictation

I don’t even know where to start... Perhaps I’ll start with the main thing... Everything described below is described in more detail on our website. Here I will describe only some of the main points...
Many readers are familiar with the book called “Man lives in another world”, released under the name Evgenia Khimina. But few people know that the original title of this book "Unity of all worlds", author Inna Voloshina...
Is there life after death? What does the soul experience after leaving for the Other World? Will we meet our loved ones and loved ones after death? Can they hear and see us? Why do our deceased relatives come to us in our dreams? This topic worries absolutely everyone: both believers and people with materialistic views are not indifferent to it... Answers to these questions can be obtained by reading the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev.
The book that we bring to your attention was taken by Inna under dictation from the Subtle World and with the working title "Unity of all worlds" for three years in 1992-94 (this method is called psychography or automatic writing, although not quite so... Inna really saw and felt all the events described, viewed them like a color filmstrip. Her hand only fixed the material so as not to miss anything. Moreover, she repeatedly traveled to that world (how this happened is described in the preface). The book describes the events that happened to the failed poet Nikolai Oseev from the moment of his death in the fall of 1851 until his rebirth at the end of the twentieth century. (Do not confuse with the famous poet Nikolai Aseev, these are different people who lived in different places and at different times).
The fate of the work is not easy... In order to reach the reader in the form intended by the author, the book underwent a difficult journey of twenty years...
Inna Voloshina's novel was published for the first time on the newspaper pages "Volzhskaya Pravda"(Volzhsky, Volgograd region) in 2001-2003, edited by Gennady Stepanovich Belimov and Olga Nikolaevna Dushevskaya with the title "Beyond the Threshold of Life". On November 1, 2003, the newspaper changed its editor. Publications stopped at the very climax of the work, leaving readers in complete ignorance and waiting for a continuation.
Thanks to these issues, Inna began to receive offers from various publishers, but she needed an electronic version, and I typed the manuscripts on the computer to send to the publisher. Then a lot of events happened that changed a lot... The fact is that our son, in whose image Nikolai came to Earth in 1999, was born premature, eight months old, such people, as a rule, do not survive. His lungs were closed... Inna was with him in the maternity hospital for a very long time, and the doctors fought for his life. Our relatives found out that he was born when he was already six months old... He was often sick, constantly between life and death... In connection with this, we were forced to move from the city to the village, where the air is cleaner... Then we went to the priest. Inna told him everything about the book, he, without even reading it, was categorical and said that we must destroy all esoteric literature, including the manuscripts of the book... Otherwise, the son may die... So we did... All the manuscripts were destroyed, the first of typewritten texts that were in our possession (the remaining 4 could not be destroyed, because they passed from hand to hand and were located in Alma-Ata, Samara, Ulyanovsk and Volgograd regions) and an electronic sample... Inna underwent the rite of purification and renounced everything that connected with the connection with the Subtle World, fortune telling and healing... And she plunged headlong into Orthodoxy... Daily communions, even in the heat, even in the cold, Innina’s prayer and love performed a miracle. My son quickly got stronger and still doesn’t know what a cold is (even in severe frosts he wears a thin jacket and no hat).
The year was 2005... We received a letter from Belimov, who said that he had purchased a book published by the St. Petersburg publishing house "KRYLOV", which is called "Man lives in another world" and authorship Evgenia Khimina, a resident of the city of Volzhsky, where the chapters of this book were published. Gennady Stepanovich published a note in the Volzhskaya Pravda newspaper in which he informed readers that Inna’s book had been published, but under a different name. The text of the brochure, published in two parts, word for word, comma for comma, repeated the material that was published in the newspaper, with all of Belimov’s edits. As I already said, the chapters were published in abbreviation (entire paragraphs, dialogues and sentences were thrown out, and the first chapter was changed beyond recognition to fit into the newspaper page), and besides, the publication of the book in the newspaper was interrupted due to a change in the editor. And Evgenia’s book ended in the same place as the last issue in the newspaper... The “simple” woman Evgenia acted very like her own: she rewrote the text from the newspaper and decided that from now on all rights to the manuscript were hers. And the fact that in a city of 300 thousand many thousands of people read this book under a different authorship was not taken into account at all. She even took the preface to the book from Belimov’s annotation posted in the first issue of the newspaper, replacing Inna’s name with her own and adding a little of her own.
The publishing site was attacked by readers asking for a continuation... The publishing house asked Evgenia for an ending, but Evgenia didn’t have one... She provided texts in her own spirit: “I am God Almighty... etc.”, throwing mud at Muslims , saying that salvation can only be in her temple and many other things that contradict the texts of the book published by her. Sergei Pavlovich Kulikov, head of the esoterics department of the KRYLOV publishing house, suspected something was wrong and, in the course of clarifying the circumstances, came to us...
It was March 2006... the publishing house insisted on re-releasing the book under Inna's name. Negotiations began... Everything was ready for the re-release; Belimov prepared an introduction for the book, in which he described in great detail the history of creation and all the events associated with this work (on our website it can be found as download, so read on-line), some minor formalities remained, but at the last moment Inna did not want to tarnish Evgenia’s name and refused, giving Belimov the right to dispose of the manuscript at his own discretion...
In November 2006, the book was republished by the Publishing House "DEW", but again not completely, but only the missing chapters were added, everything else remained the same as the abbreviated newspaper texts. This edition lacked poetry and drawings. The title also changed, now the book is called "Man lives in another world". Those who had an electronic copy typed by me had a hand in the re-release of the book.
We did not claim any rights, since the book came to people (albeit in an abridged form), then it should be so... And our goal was for the book to be read by as many people as possible... We did not leave Evgenia out kind. While she behaved somewhat more modestly, we were silent. People with eyes saw her condition perfectly. But there is a limit to everything.
"Arts" by Evgenia did not go unnoticed. What she talked about in her videos and on the publisher's website "DEW", did not correspond in any way to what is presented in this book. First, residents of the city of Volzhsky began to contact us, who had read Inna’s work in the newspaper, some of them knew Evgenia personally, and then the Publishing House itself "DEW", concerned about the heresy and obscenities that Eugenia had spread on his website, doubted: “Did Eugenia write a book?” And the management of the publishing houses contacted us "DILYA" And "DEW". That is, the events of 2006 were repeated...
Negotiations began again, this time ending with the same Publishing House on March 25, 2014 "DEW" book published "Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the Other World", in the full author's version and under the name of its real author - Inna Voloshina, who is also a participant in the events taking place in the book.
The book has been released... It has come a long, difficult path to publication. I would like to think that she will finally have a happy fate.
We must know what awaits us after leaving our world, and how we should build our earthly life to make it happen, and so that we will not be ashamed before ourselves and God for unrighteous deeds. Sooner or later we will find ourselves in the Other World when our earthly journey ends. Whether we believe in him or not is another matter, but in any case it is useful to learn as much as possible about him.
The preface to the book was written by the famous ufologist, researcher of paranormal phenomena, Doctor of Philosophy Gennady Stepanovich Belimov, it briefly outlines the history of writing this work.
The book is already on sale in all online stores. You can purchase it in bookstores in Moscow, as well as:
at the Publishing House "ROSA": Moscow, Kiselny tupik, 1, building 1.
at the Publishing House "DILYA": Moscow, Rubtsovskaya embankment. 3, building 4,
and read On-Line and download for free in electronic form in DOC, FB2 and PDF formats - on our website.
We are grateful to everyone who helped us in publishing the book; thanks to this book, we made new friends and grateful readers.

I'll say a few words about us. I have been involved with computers and automation for many years. I work shifts in the north. Inna sings in the village church on the choir, works with children - leads a handicrafts group at school. We have two children whom we raised in the Orthodox spirit (but without fanaticism). The eldest daughter is mentioned in the last chapter of the book. The birth of a son is mentioned in the epilogue, which was not included in the book published by Evgenia for the reasons I indicated above, but is present in the 2014 reissue.
Despite the rite of purification and the Orthodox lifestyle with the observance of all fasts and prayers, Inna sees those who have gone to the Other World... This was given to her from birth. After Nikolai, no one else gets in touch. There is no turning back. If you renounced, then you renounced...

An isolated incident occurred on December 20, 2013... Our close friend Alexey Koryukin, keyboardist of the group "Friends of Lomonosov", in which I was a guitarist during my student years, died...
On the evening of December 20th, I was arguing with my son in his room about the chords of some song he was trying to figure out. Meanwhile, Inna was sitting in the living room on the sofa and knitting some kind of toy for the children. And then she told me the following:
“You are animatedly discussing chords in the room, and I clearly see Leshka... He, not yet realizing that I see him, asks me, not hoping to hear an answer:
- Are you knitting?
“I’m knitting...” I answer him mentally.
Leshka is surprised...
- It’s great when in such a state someone hears and understands you... You’re doing well... Quiet... Not that... - he stops... - Come on... That’s their business. .. Shall I sit with you for a while?
- Sit down...
Leshka sits on the other edge of the sofa and looks into the room where a lively argument is taking place between father and son.
- Is your son interested in music? I would also play, but no one will hear me now...
- How did it all happen?
- I don’t want to talk about it... It’s easy for me, but everything happened very unexpectedly... While here... And how will it be there?... Who knows...
I’m a little excited, because nothing like this has happened for a long time... I’m trying to find a topic for conversation... Leshka catches my state:
- Do you seem embarrassed by my appearance?
- There is little...
“I’ll go, I guess... Pray for me if possible... When a prayer - the soul sings... - and, just as suddenly as he appeared, he disappears...”
This is the story... There is not a bit of fiction... Believe it or not...
In the last years of his earthly life, Alexey was a sexton in a small Temple in Alma-Ata. He was a very decent man. I can't say a single bad word about him... I'd like to think that everything is fine with him now...

Well now, friends, welcome to website dedicated to our creativity. On it you will read short stories about plants written by Inna Voloshina in the spirit of “Myths of Ancient Greece”, get acquainted with my “rhyme weaving”, records of the group “Friends of Lomonosov”, and most importantly - you will find the book “Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the World Inom"... Opinions from reading will be very different... Everyone will perceive it in their own way: some as a fairy tale, some seriously, but no one will remain indifferent...
In addition, the site provides links to the best (in our opinion) movies And books about the "Subtle World".
Happy reading, dear friends. Peace to you! God bless you!
Sincerely yours,
Inna and Alexey Voloshin

www.e-puzzle.ru

Inna Voloshina, Alla Berezovskaya, Nikolai Oseev - Beyond the Threshold of Life Or Man Lives in Another World

(Unity of All Worlds)

Book from the "Subtle World"

Many thanks to all our friends and acquaintances for their support and assistance in publishing the book.

Special thanks to Alla Berezovskaya, Gennady Belimov and Evgenia Khimina for publishing the book.

Inna and Alexey Voloshin

Is there life after death? What does the soul experience after leaving for the Other World? Will we meet our loved ones and loved ones after death? Can they hear and see us? Why do our deceased relatives come to us in our dreams? This topic worries absolutely everyone: both believers and people with materialistic views are not indifferent to it... Answers to these questions can be obtained by reading the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev “Beyond the threshold of life or Man lives in another world.”

The book that we bring to your attention was taken by Inna under dictation from the Subtle World with the working title “The Unity of All Worlds” for three years (this method is called psychography or automatic writing). It describes the events that happened to the failed poet Nikolai Oseev from the moment of his death in the fall of 1851 until his rebirth at the end of the 20th century...

Opinions about the book are very different... Everyone will perceive it in their own way: some as a fairy tale, some seriously, but no one will remain indifferent...

PREFACE

"UNITY OF ALL WORLDS" -

A NOVEL WRITTEN BY DICTION

Today I find no excuse for myself when I think about why the story with the manuscript of the novel, the significance of which, in my opinion, is great, has dragged on. We are talking about a book that gives people knowledge about what happens to us after physical death. The last years of the second millennium and the beginning of the third brought us a lot of unusual information that baffles official science. She simply did not have the research mechanisms to confirm or refute previously unknown laws and features of existence. Well, just like modern science is unable to prove or disprove the existence of God.

In this case, the following happened...

After my material with some facts and reflections on the ever-attractive topic of life after death was published in one of the Russian newspapers in 1996, I received responses, including from the unknown Inna from the city of Syzran.

This is what was on two pieces of paper from a school notebook:

“Inna V. is writing to you. To be honest, I don’t know where to start my story, since I’m not sure that I will receive an answer to my letter. The thing is that I can’t explain a lot of things that happen to me to myself and I don’t find such an explanation in the literature... I remember, as a student at the Alma-Ata Agricultural Institute, I was writing a term paper and listening to TV. I didn’t watch, since the TV was in another room, but just listened. The film “Striped Flight” was playing, which I had seen several times and knew all the actions almost by heart. In general, I was in a somewhat divided state: I was writing my coursework and listening to the film. And suddenly my hand behaved strangely: it wrote words, but not the ones I wanted to write, but against my will. I felt like someone invisible was controlling my hand.

The first time it was not possible to achieve any mutual understanding. I asked a friend with this question. Alla, as far as I knew, was engaged in spiritualism and communicated with the other world using a saucer... She explained a lot to me, in particular about the fact that you need to be able to concentrate and, as it were, hear, or rather, catch information coming from outside... Then there were more attempts at writing , and gradually we established contact. This happened in May 1992. Of course, I had a lot of questions for my invisible friend, and therefore the conversations were lively. But I must say that my interlocutor did not answer all the questions. Sometimes he remained silent or answered in monosyllables: “I have no right to talk about this.” My counterpart, as I later realized, had a different goal. This goal is a book...

I took it for two or three years. It turned out to be 250 printed sheets, but I don’t know if that’s a lot or a little? This is what I would like to talk to you about. It is because of this book that I am actually writing this letter. Its author - he called himself Nikolai Oseev, a person from the other world - insists on its publication, that is, on being read by as many people as possible. But I have neither the means nor any opportunity to publish it. Or rather, I don’t even know who and where to contact. I wrote to some editors, but received no response from anyone. Perhaps I am unable to convincingly and thoroughly write what this book is about. But I'll try again.

This manuscript is the path of the soul, the spirit of Nikolai Oseev, his story about his experiences and difficulties of comprehending the life of the “Other World”, parallel to the earthly one, after leaving our earthly existence. So, he described his impressions - what he saw, what he learned, what trials he went through in that world after the transition. He doesn't use the word "death." Apparently, there is no death at all, but only a transition from one world to another and nothing more. He describes the gross and subtle worlds, he met people from different countries and different religions, talked with them.

But tell me, how can you convey a large amount of information in a short letter? I find it difficult. This book is easier to read than to retell, since, it would seem, even little things acquire special significance in the further development of the plot.

As far as I understand, you are interested in such information and, perhaps, I will receive an answer. What do I want? What am I striving for? I am looking for an opportunity to publish this book. I hope for help, support or at least advice. Of course, I would also like to receive an explanation from a specialist about what happened to me, how is this connection with another world possible? Moreover, this, in essence, is not the only strange thing in my life.

But this is not the main thing. Book! That's what worries me most. How can I publish it? I don’t know if I can count on your help, but the letter has been written, although I don’t really hope for an answer. Forgive me for my disbelief, but..."

I didn’t answer right away, but after two weeks.

I remember that in my brief answer to Inna I referred to the experience of the book by the English writer Elsa Barker “Letters from a Living Deceased”, which she received in the same way, that is, psychographically, back at the beginning of the twentieth century, so the precedents, they say, are already there is, and specialists no longer have to doubt this method of obtaining information. But the main thing is that I asked you to send at least a fragment of a chapter so that you could judge the quality of what was written.

It turned out that Inna also read “Letters from a Living Deceased”, and, of course, she discovered some parallels in the descriptions of Nikolai and the Canadian David Hotch from the book by E. Barker. And to my questions regarding the details of her relationship with the otherworldly counterparty, she answered the following:

“Nikolai Oseev conveyed through my hand the experience of the other world, which he presented in the form of dialogues and descriptions. He said that he tried to make the book accessible to everyone, maybe that’s why it’s easy to read, although there are also philosophical discussions.

Of course, you are interested in how I actually came into contact with N.? Everything happened as if by itself. One day a voice sounded inside me, coming from outside. This voice said that there is a soul in the Universe that is looking for direct contact with me, closer communication. It was about the soul of a man who previously lived on Earth; he was a failed poet and had a short life. I was not told about this in detail, but these words - “a soul that is looking for contact with me” - contained information about himself, and I freely accepted it.

To continue the dialogue, I had to take a piece of paper and a pen, concentrate and relax my hand. It may not seem strange, but I immediately agreed and not so much out of curiosity, although it was, of course, present, but because my mind was ready for this meeting.

...Yes, there’s one more thing I’d like to say: while working on the book, or rather, at the moment of writing, I really saw all the events. How did you see it? I looked into myself, as if I had a second pair of eyes, and on some internal screen I saw pictures, usually in color, accompanying the text. This made all the descriptions very reliable. The "film" was without sound and there was no movement. Rather, it is similar to a filmstrip, when one picture is replaced by another, only quickly, quite quickly. These are paintings, and on them people, nature, events frozen in motion...”

But the most amazing thing was at the end of the letter. Inna said that she had sent me not fragments, but the entire book. This was a complete surprise for me...

The book was in terrible condition. It was a tome, held together with ribbons, printed on a typewriter as a carbon copy—about the fifth, or maybe sixth, copy. It is clear that the manuscript has passed through many hands. On the hand-held title page there was an obscure title: “The Unity of All Worlds.” Many lines of the manuscript were difficult to decipher, and considering that everything was printed very tightly, at one interval, then I simply did not want to start reading such a book. I put off this test for a day or a week, but since they expected an answer from me and, accordingly, an assessment of the book, one day I finally forced myself to open it.

And imperceptibly for himself, he plunged into a world about which he thought a lot, subconsciously guessed about its reality, knew something approximately, would like to know even more, but still he slipped away, hiding in the fog of superstitions, “scientific” denial, religious omissions and the general strange fear of people to look beyond the line, which is associated with the word “death”. And here, in this mysterious book, there was a kind of report from the other world, where the former Saratov clerk and poet Nikolai Oseev spoke in detail, almost day after day, about what he saw in the other world, what trials he endured, with whom met and made friends, what I learned, and most importantly, what I learned and discovered new things for myself.

My conclusion even then was clear: every family should have this book! After all, judge, no matter how hard we live our own years, no matter how many blessings or misfortunes we have, believe or, for the most part, do not believe in the afterlife - but we will all be there, beyond the line, sooner or later! And isn’t it important, while we are still living and enjoying our earthly existence, to know what awaits us beyond the threshold of death?! And the book was very detailed about this. I was very intrigued by both the plot itself and the authenticity of the story, guessed behind the artless lines. I couldn’t tear myself away from the strange manuscript.

Why is such a preface necessary? In my opinion, it is important that this description is not considered an ordinary work of fiction, or a figment of the imagination, or a hoax, which readers would treat as a fairy tale. The book is most likely a documentary. This is the testimony of an eyewitness who was able to convey his impressions from the other world, and this is how it must be presented to readers. This makes the work much more important and significant for humanity than any fantasies on a similar topic.

Thus, if not all of their works, then many of them were written psychographically by the American Richard Bach, the German Hermann Hesse, and the Englishwomen Annie Besant and Alice Bailey. For example, our contemporary, the Brazilian Chico Xavier (Francisco Candidou Xavier) wrote psychographically more than two hundred books, many of which were translated into other languages and published in millions of copies. And this despite the fact that Xavier only graduated from elementary school and did not know a single foreign language, while he wrote poetry, prose and philosophical treatises in different languages.

The Brazilian C. Mirabelli also has a similar ability, who could write in 28 languages, knowing only three.

Amazing knowledge in medieval medicine was demonstrated in her novels by the American writer Taylor Caldwell, who herself never practiced healing, but received comprehensive information about healing from an unknown source. And the French writer Krzhizhanovskaya-Rochester, the author of more than forty novels, was awarded a special prize by the Paris Academy of Sciences for describing such subtle features of ancient Egyptian ceremonies that only a few Egyptologists could know. In one interview, Krzhizhanovskaya-Rochester admitted that she did not know the source of her knowledge of Ancient Egypt.

In a word, receiving various information from somewhere outside, both psychographers themselves and specialists often became convinced of its extraordinary accuracy and objectivity.

Let's think: the hand writes itself. But someone drives it, someone conveys in words someone’s thoughts, images, feelings, information? Who?

One of the working hypotheses in this regard is that people are influenced by dead earthlings from the other world. This is exactly how the judge and outstanding philosopher-essayist David Hotch from Los Angeles, who died shortly before, dictated his impressions from the “other world” to the English writer Elsa Barker, his friend during life. His messages were compiled into the book “Letters from a Living Deceased,” published in 1914 and since then reprinted many times in many countries, reaching millions of copies.

Based on my own experience as a researcher, I admit that I have sufficient confidence in what is told in the book “Letters from a Living Deceased.” I feel that this is not the writer's imagination, and I believe E. Barker, who denies any fiction on her part. For a religious person like her, a prank of this kind would have been too shameless. Moreover, much of the information from her book fits in perfectly and coincides with information from other sources. Yes, there are many, many similar facts.

But in the history of literature, for example, there is a striking case that has not yet been explained in any way. It concerns Charles Dickens's last unfinished work, The Mystery of Edwin Drood. In 1872, two years after his physical death, the writer dictated the ending of the novel through a certain illiterate young man from America, James from Battleboro, who had never read Edwin Drood and did not know about such a writer as Dickens. The recording was carried out psychographically. Experts recognize this second part of the book as a perfect facsimile of Dickens' style and his inimitable humor. The book was translated into many languages of the world, although the source of the dictation remained unclear. The spirit of Dickens himself? It can not be so! And I believe this is exactly what happened, but we humans are too stubborn in our denial of other worlds.

I gave the manuscript to the deputy editor of the local city newspaper, Olga Dushevskaya, mainly because of doubts about whether I was too subjective in assessing the book? Yes, the topic of life after death is interesting to me, but I am a researcher of anomalies, a somewhat biased person, and how will others evaluate the merits of the book?

Then we discussed our impressions.

Fortunately, our opinions coincided: the book is strong, and it has a right to exist, and will certainly be in demand by the reader. The only drawback, according to Olga Nikolaevna, is that it is sometimes too long in dialogues and details: the style of writing is clearly from the last century. However, I did not consider this as a drawback, but as an element of authenticity: a person from the 19th century, such as Oseev, should not have written as our contemporaries did in their prose - say, Remarque, Hemingway or Yulian Semenov. Now the century is different, and the dynamics of the narrative, the language are different. How can one not understand this?

We discussed with Dushevskaya the vicissitudes of the hero’s posthumous adventures. They were exciting! Especially considering our poor awareness of what happens after death. The reader also has to find out all this. But will he accept the description as reality? Probably everyone will have their own attitude.

All this was amazing to me reading the book. It turns out that there is the same nature there, the same trees, grass, flowers, rivers and lakes? How amazing! And there are people, many people, although they live differently than on Earth. All this was new and surprising to me. As well as the fact that a person there can take on a different appearance from his previous incarnation, although he is capable of being restored to his previous one, especially if he meets relatives from his last life. He can also come to those living in their dreams... So this is where a whole layer of folklore about meetings with the dead in dreams comes from! And Nikolai’s meeting with the Almighty... So this is what the Last Judgment is... The judgment of one’s conscience...

Meanwhile, after a short break, a letter arrived from Inna with answers to my many questions. It was interesting to read it, because the unique character of the person emerged, and some details of her phenomenon became clearer.

At the beginning of the letter, Inna agreed to the introduction I proposed, and also referred to the opinion of her co-author: “Nikolai answered the question about introduction in one word: “Reasonable.”

“I’ll tell you about the first impression of touching something abnormal. The memory dates back to 1983, the month is December, the date is 16.

In our village, the school was closed because there were three or four students in each class, and we were taken to a neighboring village. I remember that day well. After classes ended, we schoolchildren played snowballs near the school, waiting for our bus. It was cloudy, the sun was either peeking out from behind the clouds, or a shadow was rolling over. It was snowing. Snowflakes are rare and very, very fluffy.

I didn't like this snowball game. The boys made rough snowballs, trying to collect as much melted snow as possible, and the lumps turned out to be weighty and heavy. I was both hurt and offended for the girls about whom these icy “snowballs” were breaking. I stood away from the players and caught snowflakes with my mitten. Funny! They shimmered so much in the rays of the sun, these small living crystals, and melted so quickly, but others fell to replace them.

And at some point, when a light cloud covered the sun for a moment, I involuntarily looked sharply at the road. It seemed to me that someone was standing there and looking at me. But I didn’t see anyone: the street and road were empty. And yet, I involuntarily continued to look at the road and even followed with my gaze something invisible to me, but tangible... And then someone, running past, pushed me, and everything disappeared, was even forgotten. However, on this day, returning from school, I wrote my first poem:

It's snowing, it's snowing,

Light, white, clean,

And the snowflakes dance

Spinning in the air

And a fluffy blanket

It lies on the ground...

Before this, I had not written poetry, although my teacher at school praised my compositions.

It is no coincidence that I described this event in such detail. This day is still kept in my memory. I learned more about him much later, when I wrote a book together with N. This is the very moment when he first saw me on Earth. Something about me reminded him of Tamara, his beloved, but the resemblance was fleeting. That day he left. I followed him with my gaze, although I didn’t see him, I felt him. He left to come back again...

Gennady Stepanovich, as you understand, I completely identify with the heroine depicted in the novel. I don’t know for sure, but it seems to me that a number of certain events in my life led to the fact that I met Nikolai, and I was able to accept his book.

There were times when Nikolai came to me, even if I did not contact him myself. He brought me flowers and decorated my room with them. I didn’t see them, but I felt their presence, and sometimes their smell, clearly distinguishing their color and type (roses, carnations, lilacs). However, the life of the flowers of that world is short-lived, they fade away in two or three days, and N. brought new ones. I felt the warmth of his relationship with me...

There were several trips with N. to that world. He showed me his favorite places among the most beautiful corners of nature. We were alone. Only once did I visit Elder Nikolos (the book’s character) with N., but all the conversations were erased from my memory, only the feeling of the beautiful area remained. When I was in Nikolai’s garden, I touched something, picked a flower, took it - no, I didn’t do that. He picked the flower himself and put it on my lap; I don’t remember or feel the smell. When we were boating, I put my hands in the water, but I don’t remember the feeling of wetness and coolness. There weren't any. I didn’t see Nikolai, but with some inner instinct I knew what he was like. Tall, thin, without a beard or mustache. The face is elongated. Slim profile...

How these trips happened... I remember them in fragments. I went to bed and that was it. N. took me with him. He waited until I fell asleep, and my soul went with him. But this is not in the astral body. Why do I think this? Because I don’t look like my earthly self! And the astral is a repetition of the earthly image. How do I know that my appearance is different? Feelings that I remember well. My hair is brown and long, and my eyes are not brown, but light. I saw myself in the mirror when I was preening myself in N’s house. But my face was erased from my memory, a blockage occurred in my consciousness. This is partly why babies should not be given mirrors - they are afraid of an image that is not their own, they remember themselves as different...

We communicated more through writing, or rather, dictations. The book, of course, did not include our “private”, so to speak, meetings. That world looks the same as here - that is, everything is real, only there the light is not the same as on earth...

There was also my independent exit from the body... It happened like this: One day I went to sleep a little during the day. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. But when I returned, it was already four in the afternoon! Yes, I precisely returned, and did not wake up, because I consciously left my body, and most importantly, I found the one I was looking for!..

Something needs to be explained here...

I looked for Nikolai in that world and... found it! But not at once. Memories of the journey are rather vague. I found Nikolai’s house, but he wasn’t there. I had to wait for his return in the gazebo near the house. Someone, seeing me, I remember, said: “How could she, earthly, go so far?” To a question that was generally not asked to me, I mentally answered that I was waiting for a friend. And almost at the same moment N appeared. He was scared when he saw me. For him, my appearance was a complete surprise. A dialogue took place between us:

- Why are you here?

- I was looking for you...

– But you must go back!

- I do not know how…

– I will return you... Such transitions are dangerous for people!

And I woke up. This was the end of my out-of-body travels. Apart from dreams... I concluded that I had crossed the line of what was permitted, and I was deprived of this ability as punishment for violating certain rules... He told me after this incident that I had been in that world for too long, about 10 more. 15 minutes of earthly time, and I would no longer be able to return, enter my body. The connection with the body would be severed.

With each contact, the understanding between us became more and more successful. Then N. once asked my consent to work together. It was about a book. And I agreed. Nobody or anything forced me. I agreed to help Nikolai write down his book, because I understood the importance of its content. I knew almost everything about it. Not the plot itself, but the life that was described. Deep inside, I knew all this and believed in the existence of an otherworldly life. Apparently, this knowledge was in me, but I did not extract it from myself until a certain time.

How did I “see” pictures of what I wrote about? These were frozen pictures, like a filmstrip, but they helped me a lot in my work. The image was in color.

What else? One day N. gave me a recipe for Easter dough, the way his grandmother baked it when he was a child. He also advised me how to salt cabbage with brine. Both of them turn out very tasty and unusual.

Are you asking if I believed in the existence of an afterlife before this contact of mine? I did not believe, but knew about its existence, and not only from the experience of communicating with N.. In this letter, I will not describe my unusual “dreams,” as I call them. The letter is already big.

I have never written such large letters before..."

Best regards - Inna.

Sizran".

I was amazed by Inna’s last phrase: I haven’t written such long letters, but she has a novel of almost five hundred pages under her belt!

But I remembered well the episode of the meeting of a teenage girl with Nikolai’s soul from the book...

My circle of family and friends really liked the book. I remember that my father, a military man, a former communist and, like many in our country, brought up atheistically, read with great interest the manuscript accepted by Inna. Probably, like all older people, he was worried about this topic - about life after death, and he tried to introduce my mother to the book - they read it aloud in the evenings. My father and mother asked me a lot of questions, read some of Inna’s letters, and, it seems, they were imbued with the belief that beyond the threshold of life everything is as it is, so it will be, as Nikolai Oseev said. The book, with its sincerity and simplicity, aroused deep trust in them. They retold it to their elderly neighbors in the hallway, and apparently all their friends read E. Barker’s book.

I was left with the feeling that my parents went into that world much more calmly precisely because of the story they read about the afterlife. Shortly before his death, my father asked me to read a book for the second time. He finished his journey first, at the age of 80, and his mother died a year and a half later. On the last day of her life, my mother said this: “I, son, am dying calmly, without fear. I believe that life goes on there, and I know that our daddy is waiting for me there - that’s what she called my father and her husband Stepan Savelyevich at the end of his life. “If only I could get into the same world as him.” But I’m more sinful, I had abortions, and our daddy was a holy man...”

In a more dramatic situation, this book helped the older brother of that same Olga Dushevskaya, deputy editor of the newspaper, who was the first of my friends to read Oseev’s manuscript. Her brother was dying at 60 from cancer. He died difficult, painfully and in full consciousness. Apparently, at some point he became unbearable from the hopelessness of the situation, from the pain and injections, from the severity of the torment, physical and mental. An atheist in his views, who did not believe in God, nor in angels, nor in the devil, he once prayed - he asked his sister to read something from esoteric literature. And Olga Nikolaevna took this manuscript from me...

God, what did this book do to a dying man!

“Gennady, he has changed so much! – Olga told about her brother. “He had hope in his eyes, he became much calmer, and most importantly, he gained faith in the future. Not to recovery, of course, but to that other life that I read about. And it seems that he even endured pain more steadfastly than before this book. He no longer complained to us, but simply waited courageously and enlightenedly... You know, this book saved him!..”

A year passed, then another, a third, a sixth... The matter with Nikolai Oseev’s manuscript did not progress far. And at some point O.N. and I Dushevskaya decided to begin publishing some abridged chapters of the book in the Volzhskaya Pravda newspaper. Well, a newspaper can’t print a 500-page novel on its pages!

And the publications began. We called the book “Beyond the Threshold of Life”, the author is Inna V.

After a dozen issues of the newspaper, and we only had material in Saturday editions, I prepared an article about Oseev’s book and how this novel was dictated. And in the end, as planned, he turned to wealthy Volga residents with a request to finance the book.

We have not received a single call, not a single offer from the rich...

But ordinary Volga residents demanded that the publication of the book be continued! The editors were attacked with calls and letters demanding one thing - to continue! Many people said: “We need to know this, this is why we subscribe to the newspaper!..”

And N. Oseev’s novel was published for almost three years! It began in 2001 and was completed on November 1, 2003. And this was only because the editor had changed, and the new leader was sorry to waste newspaper space on endless continuations.

This is the story... Nothing in it is made up, all the faces are real, and the manuscript of the book is quite material and tangible. And I have confidence that people will need the book, that it will be translated into other languages.

There are many indications that Oseev’s book is correct. This is confirmed by other books, such as “Letters from a Living Deceased” by Elsa Barker, “My Posthumous Adventures” by Yulia Voznesenskaya, publications by Robert Monroe, Raymond Moody, A. Ford and many others.

And just recently, I myself received confirmation that the soul exists and it can transmit information. This happened under tragic circumstances.

...My brother Victor, the youngest, was dying of brain cancer; he was only 51 years old. He was both an assistant to me in my research and a comrade-in-arms, because he understood and supported my research into anomalous phenomena. He often helped financially. At least the computer, without which I now find it difficult to imagine my writing work, was donated by him.

Here is an entry from my diary:

“On Sunday around 12, Marina and Valya came. Vitya was lying next to him. Whether you heard us or not is unclear. But when he opened his eyes in the morning at 6, Olya saw it, he never closed them. He seems to be looking somewhere, but does not move his pupils, does not react to the movement of his hand. No reaction at all.

Soon the women left.

At 18 o'clock Olya lit a candle and sat down next to Vitya and began to read prayers, which it is advisable to read before leaving. Tatyana brought a book with prayers and rituals. My sister read prayers in a low voice, I lay on the sofa opposite, reading the newspaper. It seemed that he began to breathe less noisily, he told Ole about this: “Do you hear, he seems to be breathing less loudly? How are we going to hear it at night?” She also noticed this. And suddenly loud sobs burst out of me. I was even scared - why are they so loud? He covered his mouth and buried himself in the pillow, almost holding back a scream.

And suddenly he stood up: what’s wrong with Vitya? At this time Olya said that there seemed to be no breathing, I ran up and felt the neck area. He seemed to be alive... But breathing did not resume, he only made a weak swallowing movement, his eyes were still open. Then we guessed - he died... We couldn’t hear his breathing. I looked at my watch: 19 hours 18 minutes...

Then it dawned on us that, apparently, my soul, before my consciousness, learned from Vita’s soul that he had died - that’s why I suddenly, out of the blue, began to cry! He warned of his departure the minute his breathing and heart stopped. Maybe he said goodbye..."

Yes, I am sure that there will continue to be new confirmations of the reality of the other world, new evidence of this will appear, and our current half-knowledge will be replenished. The time has probably come, as it inevitably came in the era of Galileo and Copernicus, who were the first people to finally realize that the Earth is round and revolves around the sun, and not vice versa. But, God, how this outraged the ignorant and the orphaned!? One day we will understand that the world is multidimensional and multipopulated. And Nikolai Oseev’s book will help us with this.

Sometimes I receive short letters from Inna:

“...In recent days I have been walking around with an inner need to write to you. How to explain? Don't know. I don’t remember if I wrote, but more than a year ago my son was born. And after his birth, I lost the need to write anything. Even letters! Sometimes you want to throw out some feelings in poetry on paper, but, alas!.. Nothing happens. I don't know why this is? Maybe this has something to do with my past? I mean the period when I communicated with N. Oseev and wrote down his book. Perhaps it was he who put everything into my consciousness - both poetry and prose. And now this connection is completely lost, and I have no literary abilities. What a pity... What do you think about this? For you, as a researcher, this fact may not be uninteresting.”

“I dream about everything. More often - endless corridors from which I need to get out. And, as a rule, these are hospital corridors with corresponding sights and smells. And the constant search for water to wash, and roads... And now in my dreams I have labyrinths, labyrinths... What do they mean? But this is repeated and repeated. So does it make any sense? Well, I reason: labyrinths are a search for a way out, a desire to wash yourself - to free yourself from something, to cleanse yourself, and roads... I go and return. It turns out that I am marking time in one place. Why? Is this related to the unpublished book? You begin to suspect this..."

And now the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev with the working title “The Unity of All Worlds” is published under a new name: “Beyond the Threshold of Life or Man Lives in Another World.” I would like to think that she will finally have a happy fate. We must know what awaits us after leaving our world, and how we should build our earthly life to make it happen, and so that we will not be ashamed before ourselves and God for unrighteous deeds. Sooner or later we will find ourselves in that world when our earthly journey ends. Whether we believe in him or not is another matter, but in any case it is useful to learn as much as possible about him.

Probably, humanity still has a lot to go through and a lot to learn about itself and the world around it before society and its most important institutions recognize what is described as corresponding to reality. But the first steps have already been taken...

Gennady BELIMOV,

Ph.D,

Volzhsky

ALL ABOUT THE PAST...

I lived without thinking about much.

He loved, suffered and waited for happiness.

But life hasn’t given me much.

And soon the hour of death came.

The soul, having left the mortal body,

Fell into despair and confusion,

I seemed like a white shadow.

And was filled with a feeling of alienation

To yourself and your body.

I saw everything that was happening around

I was scared to be alone

And I was seized with mortal fear.

In desperation I was eager

To your cooling body,

But no matter how hard I tried,

There was no going back to him.

I saw everything that happened...

I left the Earth in pain

In heart; I realized that only

The body remains there, and I am a shadow,

It seemed to me that he was in a hurry to get somewhere.

Yes! I was carried by a stream of light

To the gates invisible to me.

I knew there was somewhere ahead

I will meet Him, whom I don’t know myself.

While my soul was reaching up

There, where the wonderful light poured from,

Years of life rushed before me,

My earthly life. And the answer

About how I lived and what I did

It was not easy for me to endure.

Something I hadn't thought about before -

I am after my heart, which is like a sharp blade.

But this was the beginning of the test...

It was difficult and difficult for me:

Nobody met me here...

It's impossible to change anything

But over time I found my pier.

I resigned myself to the new

To your body. I learned a lot

And I’m still learning... But again I

I strove for the Earth, I strove so much,

That he passed through the edge of worlds.

But what! What awaited me was ashes from the body...

For a long time I could not free myself from the shackles,

That pulled me down. In lamentations

I walked away from the grave,

Deciding never to return there.

But dear and dear to the heart

The places are dear, you can’t part with them.

This was just the beginning of sadness...

I was often among my relatives,

I enjoyed our meetings.

I prayed for people dear to me

And I waited to meet them in eternity.

I studied; time passed

It was fast, then it seemed it wouldn’t happen

End of classes. And everything is past

Memories of everyday life passed,

About life, about love, about pain.

It was a gray, gloomy time.

I lived with memories, but nothing more.

And memories are a heavy burden,

When you realize it's a lie

I was not understood by you during my lifetime.

How I lived, I don’t know myself:

There was no joy. I'm three times

I tried to leave, to go far, far away...

I tried to leave three times

But every time he came back:

It is impossible to escape from yourself.

I've been tossing around for so long...

Over time, the pain dulled,

Disappointments faded into the distance...

I began to wait for my love.

I started building a house, but it's a pity

She didn't even enter the house

We parted in a park by the river.

She has been here for a long time, but about that

I did not know. We were very far away.

She paid me tribute

Our meetings and walks under the moon.

She crossed the line more easily

Confusion; and didn't stay with me.

These were the darkest days...

But one day a bright light

I saw in the Universe.

A cry burst from my chest:

“My dream has come true!”

Oh yes, I have often dreamed here,

That I will find a soul mate.

I began to rave about this idea.

But I found it and brought it down

All attention to my Dream,

Everything about her was wonderful.

And I stopped counting the days.

I helped her! And not in vain

Faith lived in my soul,

That someday we will be close...

And the Lord opened doors for us.

This is the highest reward for pain!

These are my brightest days...

P.S.: I told it in verse

All my pain

But in writing

I'll reveal more...

Is there life after death? What does the soul experience after leaving for the Other World? Will we meet our loved ones and loved ones after death? Can they hear and see us? Why do our deceased relatives come to us in our dreams? This topic worries absolutely everyone: both believers and people are not indifferent to it. with materialistic views... Answers to these questions can be obtained by reading the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev “Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in Another World” Link: http://www.proza.ru/2013/09/24/1312

This Book was taken by Inna Voloshina under dictation from the Subtle World and with the working title “The Unity of All Worlds” for three years in 1992–94 (this method is called psychography or automatic writing). It describes the events that took place with a failed poet Nikolai Oseev from the moment of his death in the fall of 1851 until his rebirth at the end of the twentieth century...

Here are excerpts from the book:
“Starting my story, I want to talk about my past life.
I was born on October 16, 1815. My entire childhood was spent on a family estate near Saratov. My mother is the illegitimate daughter of Prince Andrei Golitsyn, and my father is a simple employee. We had four children in the family. The mother died early, the father soon remarried. He sent us, me and my younger sister Anna, to our grandmother in the village of Rudnoye. We were rarely at home. At nine years old I was sent to a lyceum in Saratov. There I started writing my poems. I grew up in a village, nature was close to me, and my first poems were about nature. I tried to write friendly caricatures of my lyceum friends. But I didn’t show my works to anyone. It seemed to me that they did not deserve to be heard. But this could not last long. And I once opened up to our group mentor Andrei Petrovich Baldin. He approved of my endeavors and explained some things. Then I was happy. In solitude, he worked on his already written poems, tried to write new ones, and again ran to Baldin. He helped in many ways, but I never received recognition as a poet. The biggest thing I had was publications in magazines. I was a failed poet...

In those days I was in love and did not notice much. I was happy! But my happiness did not last long... We were close in a friendly way, and for the first time I told Tamara all the painful things about myself, although I felt that she was not always sincere with me... Once I went to her house, the maid showed me to living room, without notifying me of my arrival, since I was often here. When I entered the living room, Tamara was sitting by the window in a rocking chair, her face was stained with tears, and an open letter lay on her lap. She looked out the window thoughtfully and did not notice me. I stood indecisive not knowing whether to approach her or leave completely. When I was ready to leave, from her lips came: “Lord, why so cruel?!” These words stopped me. I knew that her sick mother was in the village, and news of her might come. My decision was lightning fast - to stay and help if it was in my power. Pretending that I had just entered, I spoke deliberately jokingly. Tamara shuddered and quickly put the letter into the envelope, folding it so that the inscription on it was not visible. “Oh, it’s you,” she said to me instead of greeting, got up and went to the window, stealthily wiping away a tear. That day I never found out what happened. Her gaze was wandering, she avoided looking into my eyes. She explained the reason for her tears by saying that she was a little sad about her irrevocably lost childhood. But I saw that this is not entirely true. Tamara never told me the truth. After this meeting, I began to notice that, looking at me, Tamara sometimes did not see me, her gaze seemed to pass through me, looking for something in the distance. She often answered inappropriately. But I consoled myself with the thought that she, simply carried away by my chatter, would indulge in daydreaming for a moment. There were also moments when Tamara, as it seemed to me, belonged entirely to me alone, and I was the most important thing for her. And then beautiful poems were born, however, they also contained my doubts and my uncertainty about Tamara’s devotion.

How short-lived my happiness was! Tamara was seriously ill, but until her last days she hid the inevitable from me. We knew each other for almost two years - not a short time. Yes, and I felt uncomfortable being a bachelor. I wanted to have a family: a wife, children, comfort in a home where there would be no abundance, only the essentials. And I openly told Tamara about this and that I would like to walk through life hand in hand with her. Tamara stood with her back to me, and I hugged her shoulders and could not see her face. When she turned to me, I recoiled. Tamara cried, cried silently, only tears flowed down her cheeks. “What’s wrong with you, love?” - I asked her. “Nikolai, dear, this is impossible! I can’t be a wife or a mother... Lately, I feel more and more often that I’m leaving... I’ve been saying goodbye to everything I see for a long time. Nikolai, I don’t have long to live…” And she told me about her illness. The doctors did not hide the truth from her. “A year and a half or two ago I could have given birth to a baby, but... now it’s too late...” Tamara whispered barely audibly.
Oh, if only I knew all this earlier! Let it be a year, two, three..., but we could be together and have a child. Wouldn’t I have raised him after Tamara left us?! Why was Tamara, knowing all this, silent? After what I learned, I began to praise her even more. She became almost a saint to me...

It was July 1839, and in November Tamara passed away... I was very worried about my loss, despite the fact that I was preparing to face trouble. I didn’t expect everything to happen so soon... After Tamara’s death, I had no purpose in life. And I simply existed, not lived. I had no hobbies, and... remembering from childhood my grandmother’s stories that souls live forever, and after death people meet, I believed and lived in hope that “there” I would meet Tamara. I believed that she would wait for me...
I didn't wander alone for long. After 12 years, I also went to another world, for my beloved. It was like this: I was walking, lost in thought, which often happened to me after Tamara’s death, and, crossing the road, I did not notice an approaching car, which hit me. Cars at that time were an incredible rarity, and what I called a car can hardly be called a car for a modern person - just a four-wheeled self-propelled cart with a lever instead of a steering wheel... I walked very quickly... The driver, not expecting such a frisky pedestrian, did not have time to brake... Just one moment!..

I'm in pain didn't feel it. But the feeling was strange, as if I had woken up from a dream, and in such a state, when sleep holds you in its arms, I first watched with interest, and then with bewilderment, what was happening below, because I was almost at roof level. I saw a mutilated body, and when I recognized myself in it, fear seized me, and horror shackled my “body”! Overcoming resistance, I rushed down. But I didn't know what to do. I wanted to connect with what I had left behind, but I didn't know how. There could be no return: the silver thread connecting soul and body was broken (but I didn’t know this at the time). I saw how people were fussing. I was given so much attention that a doctor soon appeared and stated dryly: “Dead...”. My body was mutilated and helpless, at some moment I felt disgust for it, but only for a moment... I rushed around my body, and my consciousness gradually became clearer: if I am there, then what about “IT” that is curling around me? ?! I felt that “THIS” is also ME. After all, this second me has arms, legs, the ability to think and move around. No matter how you look at it I MYSELF, did not see anything, only a whitish shadow that passed through everything: both people and objects. I tried to speak, but no one heard me; I tried to stop someone, but my hand passed through the object I was touching...
Gradually, the final conviction came to me that I had died, but... and found a new life, previously unknown to me. I wasn't ready for this. It is difficult to describe the chaos of feelings and thoughts that took possession of me. I relentlessly followed my body, as if it was pulling me along with it. I followed him until they carried me into the house; I saw how they washed the body, dressed it, I saw all the pain and grief that I brought to my family.
My father arrived only on the day of the funeral, in the morning. Anna was with me for two nights and two days. The eyes of the grandmother and sister did not dry out from tears.
The father remained firm, he did not cry. And only when they began to carry the coffin out into the street, the phrase came out of his mouth: “This is my punishment! Forgive me, son..." Then I didn’t understand why it was a punishment?.. But my father, apparently, knew...

All the necessary rituals were performed on me...
When the priest read prayer chants over me, his words were a healing balm for me, because they were intended for me. I did not know the Old Church Slavonic language, but there is no particular need for this, their meaning is important, but not pronunciation. I didn’t realize why exactly, but they calmed me down, brought me consolation. I listened to the priest’s voice, and my thoughts brightened. And when he walked around the room with a censer in his hands, and the smell of incense filled the entire space, I felt better because the shadows rushing around me retreated...
Gradually the realization came that “me” - that one was buried, and this one - “I” continued to live. I realized that I had crossed the line called “death.”
I also acquired the knowledge that this death gives birth at the same time. With the loss of the dense body, freedom of the soul is gained. But the concept of freedom is relative; it has its own conventions and laws that cannot be violated. Of course, you can overstep what is permitted, there is no prohibition, but it is difficult to do so... It is difficult because you know what violating what is permitted will bring!
If a person behind a mask of face can hide true thoughts and feelings, the spirit, hiding them, degrades, which is reflected very strongly on his face. Even an Angel can be recognized: if he is pure and kind, his gaze is straight and bright, full of goodness; if an Angel is angry, his eyes dart, his gaze is prickly and unpleasant. There is no separate heaven and hell here. These are allegories. Because good and evil go hand in hand. But unlike the earthly world, in this world: good is good, and evil is evil. It may be difficult for a person to perceive this truth: the spirit knows exactly what the consequence of his action will be, but a person cannot definitely say what awaits him in the future.

This digression in my story is not accidental. I want what follows to be more clear.
And I would also like to say that here there is everything that is on Earth, and not only... this world is fraught with many interesting and unusual things for human consciousness. The consciousness of people is enclosed in a narrow circle, the current (current) of the time zone, in other words, there is a limit through which not many can break through. For some, this happens involuntarily, for others, they overcome this milestone thanks to hard work - working on themselves, improving their inner world. Much, very much depends on how much a person understands his position in the World, the significance of his personality and, most importantly, on his true desire and motivation to create something.
I was somewhat distracted from my “journey” to another world... Continued in the second chapter.

Voloshina Inna - about the author

Work activity: Additional education teacher. Member of the literary association of the city of Syzran at the newspaper "Volzhskie Vesti", which published her poems for children. Author of short stories about plants, written in the spirit of the myths of Ancient Greece, published in the Volga region newspapers "New Vodoley", "Volzhskie Vesti" and the magazine "Syzran: Yesterday and Today" in 1995 - 1996. Author of the book “Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the Other World”, written in 1992-94 using the automatic writing method under the working title “Unity of all worlds”. The novel was first published in abbreviation in 2001-2003 on the pages of the newspaper "Volzhskaya Pravda" (Volzhsky, Volgograd region) under the editorship of Gennady Stepanovich Belimov and Olga Nikolaevna Dushevskaya and the title "Beyond the Threshold of Life." The book in its full author's version, without abbreviations, under the name of the real author - Inna Voloshina, who is also a participant in the events described in the book, was published in 2014 by the ROSA Publishing House under the title "Beyond the threshold of life, or Man lives in In the Other World."

Official website: http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru/

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Many readers are familiar with the book called “Man lives in another world”, released under the name Evgenia Khimina. But few people know that the original title of this book "Unity of all worlds", author Inna Voloshina...
Is there life after death? What does the soul experience after leaving for the Other World? Will we meet our loved ones and loved ones after death? Can they hear and see us? Why do our deceased relatives come to us in our dreams? This topic worries absolutely everyone: both believers and people with materialistic views are not indifferent to it... Answers to these questions can be obtained by reading the book by Inna Voloshina and Nikolai Oseev.
The book that we bring to your attention was taken by Inna under dictation from the Subtle World and with the working title "Unity of all worlds" for three years in 1992-94 (this method is called psychography or automatic writing, although not quite so... Inna really saw and felt all the events described, viewed them like a color filmstrip. Her hand only fixed the material so as not to miss anything. Moreover, she repeatedly traveled to that world (how this happened is described in the preface). The book describes the events that happened to the failed poet Nikolai Oseev from the moment of his death in the fall of 1851 until his rebirth at the end of the twentieth century. (Do not confuse with the famous poet Nikolai Aseev, these are different people who lived in different places and at different times).
The fate of the work is not easy... In order to reach the reader in the form intended by the author, the book underwent a difficult journey of twenty years...
Inna Voloshina's novel was published for the first time on the newspaper pages "Volzhskaya Pravda"(Volzhsky, Volgograd region) in 2001-2003, edited by Gennady Stepanovich Belimov and Olga Nikolaevna Dushevskaya with the title http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /VV/Za_Porogom_Zhizni_2001.03.17.jpg" target="_blank" > "Beyond the Threshold of Life". On November 1, 2003, the newspaper changed its editor. Publications stopped at the very climax of the work, leaving readers in complete ignorance and waiting for a continuation.
Thanks to these issues, Inna began to receive offers from various publishers, but she needed an electronic version, and I typed the manuscripts on the computer to send to the publisher. Then a lot of events happened that changed a lot... The fact is that our son, in whose image Nikolai came to Earth in 1999, was born premature, eight months old, such people, as a rule, do not survive. His lungs were closed... Inna was with him in the maternity hospital for a very long time, and the doctors fought for his life. Our relatives found out that he was born when he was already six months old... He was often sick, constantly between life and death... In connection with this, we were forced to move from the city to the village, where the air is cleaner... Then we went to the priest. Inna told him everything about the book, he, without even reading it, was categorical and said that we must destroy all esoteric literature, including the manuscripts of the book... Otherwise, the son may die... So we did... All the manuscripts were destroyed, the first of typewritten texts that were in our possession (the remaining 4 could not be destroyed, because they passed from hand to hand and were located in Alma-Ata, Samara, Ulyanovsk and Volgograd regions) and an electronic sample... Inna underwent the rite of purification and renounced everything that connected with the connection with the Subtle World, fortune telling and healing... And she plunged headlong into Orthodoxy... Daily communions, even in the heat, even in the cold, Innina’s prayer and love performed a miracle. My son quickly got stronger and still doesn’t know what a cold is (even in severe frosts he wears a thin jacket and no hat).
The year was 2005... We received a letter from Belimov, who said that he had purchased a book published by the St. Petersburg publishing house "KRYLOV", which is called "Man lives in another world" and authorship Evgenia Khimina, a resident of the city of Volzhsky, where the chapters of this book were published. Gennady Stepanovich published a note in the newspaper "Volzhskaya Pravda" http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /VV/Za_Porogom_Zhizni_2005.11.12.jpg" target="_blank" > "You've been waiting for this book!", in which he informed readers that Inna’s book had been published, but under a different name. The text of the brochure, published in two parts, word for word, comma for comma, repeated the material that was published in the newspaper, with all of Belimov’s edits. As I already said, the chapters were published in abbreviation (entire paragraphs, dialogues and sentences were thrown out, and the first chapter was changed beyond recognition to fit into the newspaper page), and besides, the publication of the book in the newspaper was interrupted due to a change in the editor. And Evgenia’s book ended in the same place as the last issue in the newspaper... The “simple” woman Evgenia acted very like her own: she rewrote the text from the newspaper and decided that from now on all rights to the manuscript were hers. And the fact that in a city of 300 thousand many thousands of people read this book under a different authorship was not taken into account at all. She even took the preface to the book from Belimov’s annotation posted in the first issue of the newspaper, replacing Inna’s name with her own and adding a little of her own.
The publishing site was attacked by readers asking for a continuation... The publishing house asked Evgenia for an ending, but Evgenia didn’t have one... She provided texts in her own spirit: “I am God Almighty... etc.”, throwing mud at Muslims , saying that salvation can only be in her temple and many other things that contradict the texts of the book published by her. Sergei Pavlovich Kulikov, head of the esoterics department of the KRYLOV publishing house, suspected something was wrong and, in the course of clarifying the circumstances, came to us...
It was March 2006... the publishing house insisted on re-releasing the book under Inna's name. Negotiations began... Everything was ready for the re-release; Belimov prepared an introduction for the book, in which he described in great detail the history of creation and all the events associated with this work (on our website it can be found as http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /load/0-0-1-2">http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /load/0-0-1-2 -20">download, so http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /index/0-10" target="Read" >read On-Line), some minor formalities remained, but at the last moment Inna did not want to tarnish Evgenia’s name and refused, giving Belimov the right to dispose of the manuscript at his own discretion...
In November 2006, the book was republished by the Publishing House "DEW", but again not completely, but only the missing chapters were added, everything else remained the same as the abbreviated newspaper texts. This edition lacked poetry and drawings. The title also changed, now the book is called "Man lives in another world". Those who had an electronic copy typed by me had a hand in the re-release of the book.
We did not claim any rights, since the book came to people (albeit in an abridged form), then it should be so... And our goal was for the book to be read by as many people as possible... We did not leave Evgenia out kind. While she behaved somewhat more modestly, we were silent. People with eyes saw her condition perfectly. But there is a limit to everything.
http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /news/nash_dolg_uberech_ljudej_ot_ehtoj_zhenshhiny/2013-08-24-2" target="_blank" > "Arts" by Evgenia did not go unnoticed. What she talked about in her videos and on the publisher's website "DEW", did not correspond in any way to what is presented in this book. First, residents of the city of Volzhsky began to contact us, who had read Inna’s work in the newspaper, some of them knew Evgenia personally, and then the Publishing House itself "DEW", concerned about the heresy and obscenities that Eugenia had spread on his website, doubted: “Did Eugenia write a book?” And the management of the publishing houses contacted us "DILYA" And "DEW". That is, the events of 2006 were repeated...
Negotiations began again, this time ending with the same Publishing House on March 25, 2014 "DEW" book published "Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the Other World", in the full author's version and under the name of its real author - Inna Voloshina, who is also a participant in the events taking place in the book.
The book has been released... It has come a long, difficult path to publication. I would like to think that she will finally have a happy fate.
We must know what awaits us after leaving our world, and how we should build our earthly life to make it happen, and so that we will not be ashamed before ourselves and God for unrighteous deeds. Sooner or later we will find ourselves in the Other World when our earthly journey ends. Whether we believe in him or not is another matter, but in any case it is useful to learn as much as possible about him.
The preface to the book was written by the famous ufologist, researcher of paranormal phenomena, Doctor of Philosophy Gennady Stepanovich Belimov, it briefly outlines the history of writing this work.
The book is already on sale in all online stores. You can purchase it in bookstores in Moscow, as well as:
at the Publishing House "ROSA": Moscow, Kiselny tupik, 1, building 1.
at the Publishing House "DILYA": Moscow, Rubtsovskaya embankment. 3, building 4,
and read On-Line and download for free in electronic form in DOC, FB2 and PDF formats - http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /index/edinstvo_vsekh_mirov/0-6" target="_blank" >on our website.
We are grateful to everyone who helped us in publishing the book; thanks to this book, we made new friends and grateful readers.

Well now, friends, welcome to http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru " target="_blank" >website dedicated to our creativity. On it you will read short stories about plants written by Inna Voloshina in the spirit of “Myths of Ancient Greece”, get acquainted with my “rhyme weaving”, records of the group “Friends of Lomonosov”, and most importantly - you will find the book “Beyond the Threshold of Life, or Man Lives in the World Inom"... Opinions from reading will be very different... Everyone will perceive it in their own way: some as a fairy tale, some seriously, but no one will remain indifferent...
In addition, the site provides links to the best (in our opinion) http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /blog/filmy_o_tonkom_mire/2014-02-24-2" target="_blank" >films And http://alexeyvoloshin.narod.ru /blog/knigi_o_tonkom_mire/2014-02-24-1" target="_blank" >books about the "Subtle World".
Happy reading, dear friends. Peace to you! God bless you!
Sincerely yours,
Inna and Alexey Voloshin

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