The Ringing Cedars By Vladimir Megre

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Anastasia

The Ringing Cedars
By Vladimir Megre

We consider these Russian books to be the most important and the most valuable books ever written on Earth. We encourage everyone to read these books as a matter of urgent priority.
Arthur & Fiona Cristian, Love For Life Campaign

"If you read one book in your life, read Anastasia."
-- Duncan Roads, Publisher Editor NEXUS magazine

The Ringing Cedars

In 1994 a Siberian elder told the entrepreneur Vladimir Megre a fascinating story about the "ringing cedars" - trees respected from Biblical times for their curative powers and the capacity to re-connect human beings with the Divine. The elder told him where such a ringing cedar was growing in the Siberian backwoods. Vladimir Megre set out on an expedition to find the tree. But his encounter with the elder's granddaughter Anastasia transformed him so deeply that he abandoned his commercial plans and, penniless, went to Moscow to write a book about the spiritual insights she shared with him. What happened next thrilled and inspired millions!

With no advertisement other than word of mouth the Ringing Cedars Series has become an international bestseller. Having sold over 10 million copies in Russian alone and translated into 20 languages, it has made Vladimir Megre into one of Russia's most widely read authors.

The books, which read like a fascinating novel, have an authenticity of a documentary account and present spiritual insights of incredible depth, are believed to be a most significant masterpiece of Russian literature and one of the most important revelations in the history of humanity.

These highly unusual books provide extraordinary insights into dozens of subjects - from natural child rearing to the production of high-energy, healing foods, from the meaning of human life to the amazing potential that awaits every one of us, from ancient megalithic science to the vital importance of breast-feeding, and from sacred sexuality to the hidden history of world religions.

Megre presents Anastasia's deep understanding of Mankind's innate spiritual connection to Nature and provides practical solutions to the problems currently facing humanity. He reveals her brilliant vision for the future of this planet, one full of hope and possibility. Her words of wisdom inspire and uplift in a way that has an immediate and profound impact on the reader.

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Anastasia and the Ringing Cedars

Anastasia and the Ringing Cedars Codimi 1st in the "Ringing Cedars" series complete with bookmarks. I haven't read this one yet, but looks promising. Sort of like Carlos Castaneda's books I think. Fiction or not? Maybe it doesn't matter....

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The Ringing Cedars Series
You must read Anastasia!

"Basically, these books make all the books that I've read to date look like a complete waste of paper! ... I think that going through life without this knowledge is a waste of time, and not passing it on to children is a crime. I can say with confidence that nothing like these books exists in the world today."
-- Rafal F., Australia (from an unsolicited letter to NEXUS magazine Feb - March 2006)

"After reading this series I have recommended that [my daughters] give away all their other reading materials."
-- John, Melbourne, Australia

"There has been a very significant change taking place within me since reading the Series. It has been a casting off of the selfish elements within me and walking into a vast chasm of blessings. What is possible I do not yet know, only that an awareness and a consciousness is possible in this life. My life is hopeful now."
-- Allan, Wisconsin, USA

"At last! Truth that has not been distorted by dogma or someone's ego! I might explode from emotion if I read any more! I had a hard time getting myself to just stand still."
-- Ana, Portugal

"What a blast that Anastasia is! I couldn't sleep after reading it. I have been dreaming about this for years!"
-- Bruce, Sydney, Australia

"I cannot even begin to describe the depth of the effect Anastasia has had on me and I have only read Book 1. For the first time in my life I feel affirmed on a very deep level and feel free to be me. I am so excited to have discovered these books and am fully committed to doing what I can to help spread their message."
-- Mary Dwen, New Zealand

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[Note: We also recommend reading the text of a talk by Vladimir Megre (author of The Ringing Cedars books) here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/4755 - A Hectare Of Land by Vladimir Megre - A Q&A Session At Zurich Switzerland and the summary Of The New Booklet "Life is for the Living – The True Steps of Freedom" By Arthur and Fiona Cristian 19th May 2008 here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/4651 ]

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Anastasia
Book One
Read Chapter 1: http://www.ringingcedars.com/materials/anastasia-sample.pdf

The Ringing Cedars Of Russia
Book Two
Read Chapter 6: http://www.ringingcedars.com/materials/2_sample.pdf

The Space Of Love
Book Three
Read Chapter 23: http://www.ringingcedars.com/materials/3_ch23.pdf

Co-creation
Book Four
Read Chapter 25: http://www.ringingcedars.com/materials/4_ch25.pdf

Who Are We
Book Five
Read Chapter 12: http://www.ringingcedars.com/materials/5_ch12.pdf

The Book Of Kin
Book Six
Read Chapter 1: http://www.ringingcedars.com/materials/6_ch1.pdf

The Energy Of Life
Book Seven
Read Chapter 26: http://www.ringingcedars.com.au/materials/7_ch26.pdf

The New Civilisation
Book Eight.1
Read Chapter 5: http://www.ringingcedars.com.au/materials/book-8.1-chapter-5.pdf

Rites Of Love
Book Eight.2
Read Chapter 3: http://www.ringingcedars.com.au/materials/book-8.2-chapter-3.pdf

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Mikhail Petrovich Shchetinin - Kin's School - Lycee School at Tekos

A model school for the future has been established in Russia under the guidance of Academician Mikhail Petrovich Shchetinin.

In a small city in southern Russia there is a remarkable Lyceum school. Its students come from more than 40 different nationalities. New approaches to moral and intellectual education allow students to cover the full school curriculum in the space of a few years, and to earn one or more academic degrees by the time they are 15-17. The preservation and interfusion of ethnic traditions through folklore, song and dances of various nationalities affords the opportunity for children of different backgrounds, cultures and faiths to gain a deeper understanding of each other. The noble ideas of service to one's Motherland and highest moral standards, along with mutual assistance and support, unite children and adults of various nationalities in building a bright future together.

See attachment at bottom of this document regarding Mikhail Petrovich Shchetinin Bright Tidings.doc or click on this
Link: http://www.loveforlife.com.au/files/Mikhail%20Petrovich%20Shchetinin%20B...

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THE ENERGY OF LIFE by Vladimir Megré

Book 7 of The Ringing Cedars Series

Translated by: John Woodsworth Edited by: Leonid Sharashkin
Published by: Ringing Cedars Press www.RingingCedars.com info@RingingCedars.com
Released: September 2007 ISBN: 978-0-9763333-7-1 (paperback)
Copyright © 2003 Vladimir Megré Copyright © 2007 Leonid Sharashkin, translation

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Chapter 26: “A security zone of the future”

For the past five evenings Nikolai Ivanovich1 — the warden of a maximum-security correctional facility
(in plain language, a prison) — had not been able to leave his office at the usual time. When his
workday officially ended he turned his telephone ringer off and began pacing his office, deep in contemplation.

Occasionally he would sit down at his desk, pick up the green folder lying on it and peruse
its contents for the umpteenth time.

A convict serving time for an infraction of Article 93, Clause 1, of the Criminal Code of the Russian
Federation had put forward a petition to him on behalf of a group of inmates in Cell 26, with what at
first glance looked like an unthinkable proposal.

The convict, whose name was Khodakov, proposed acquiring for the facility a hundred hectares of
abandoned or unused arable land, to be surrounded by a barbed-wire fence with a watch-tower at each corner — in other words, taking all due precaution to prevent escapes. On this fenced-in hundred hectares ninety prisoners would be engaged in agricultural labour. The applications of those interested were kept in a file in this green folder.

[1Nikolai Ivanovich (pron. Nee-ka-LYE i-VAHN-ych) — first name plus patronymic (cf. footnote 9 in Book 1, Chapter 1: “The ringing cedar”). The name Nikolai also has an endearing form: Kolya.]

In their applications these prisoners committed themselves to supply the whole facility with vegetables, to the tune of half of all the produce they grew on the land. The other half they asked to be sent to their families. So far, nothing impossible in their request. In various correctional facilities prisoners are engaged in manufacturing activity. In some cases this involves crafting simple objects in woodworking shops, in others — organised textile production, where prisoners sew simple items of clothing, such as quilted jackets or underpants, and receive a nominal wage for their work. The low wage is also due to the rather low level of productivity involved.

According to the proposal in the file, the prisoners wanted to take up agriculture. Well, no problem
there either. A payment of half of their produce was entirely feasible. No need to bother with selling
stuff, or shipping off products on consignment and then waiting months for the proceeds to come in.
But that wasn’t all…

Khodakov, on behalf of the other prisoners, asked that the hundred hectares be divided into one-hectare plots, each plot to be assigned to a specific prisoner. In addition, they asked that each prisoner be granted the right to build a one-room cell-hut on their plot. There was also a request that any prisoner who wished to, be allowed to stay on their land after serving their sentence, and then for the prison not to collect as a levy but to purchase surplus produce from them, as well as to allow them to enlarge their dwellings.

The file containing the proposal, or request, had been given to Nikolai Ivanovich as far back as six
months ago. Along with the ninety applications and the text of the proposal, the file also included plans for the future plots, handsomely executed in coloured pencil. The drawings showed the watch-towers, the barbed wire and the controlled-entry point.

After his initial reading Nikolai Ivanovich tucked the green folder away in the bottom drawer of his
desk. From time to time he would mentally go over its contents, but he had not given any answer to
the prisoners.

A certain circumstance had come about, however, which caused the warden to spend every evening
over the past five days in intensive contemplation of the prisoners’ proposal. An order had come from
the national administration to take steps, beginning the following year, to enlarge the facility and construct additional cells, with a view to being ready to accept a hundred and fifty new convicts by the
year’s end. The order was accompanied by plans for additional wards to be attached to the existing
buildings, along with a financing schedule. It was proposed to use prisoner labour in the construction.
Nikolai Ivanovich mused as follows: The financing will be delayed as usual, and there will be problems
procuring low-cost materials. They put one set of prices for construction materials into the budget,
but when it comes to the actual building, it’s something else already. Prisoner labour is never very
efficient. The order is patently impossible to carry out.

But there was no question that it had to be carried out. Nikolai Ivanovich’s retirement was only five
years away. He had already attained the rank of colonel. He had been the warden of this facility for
twenty years now, without a single black mark on his record. And now this order.

But these concerns were not uppermost in the colonel’s deliberations. The green folder! In his
memo Prisoner Khodakov stated that his proposal would fulfil the principal objective of incarcerating
prisoners in such institutions — namely, rehabilitation.

The fact that modern correctional institutions seldom succeed in their rehabilitation efforts — indeed,
quite the contrary, they end up producing more experienced criminals — was not lost on Nikolai
Ivanovich. If this were not so, you wouldn’t get them coming back to prison for the second or third
time. Nikolai Ivanovich had given a great deal of time and energy to his calling, and was extremely
disturbed by this situation.

His life was getting on now, his term of service was coming to an end, and what was there to show
for it? A nursery for criminals, as it turned out.

The green folder! How infectious it was! If only he could confidently conclude that there was
something unacceptable in the proposal the file contained! But no. Something inside him would not
let him reject it out of hand. But neither could he bring himself to fully support it. It was an offbeat,
unconventional proposal.

The next morning, the colonel’s first order of the day was to have Prisoner Khodakov from Cell 26
brought to his office.

“You can take a seat, Mr Khodakov,” said Nikolai Ivanovich to the man who had just come in, accompanied by an escort guard. The warden gestured to a chair.

“I’ve just been looking over the contents of your file. I have a specific question for you.”

“Sir!” the prisoner hastened to reply, getting up from his chair.

“Sit!” the guard commanded.

“Yes, do sit down,” the prison warden replied softly. “No need to jump to your feet the way they do
in court.” Turning to the escort guard, he added: “You can wait for us outside.”

“So, Sergei Yurevich Khodakov, I must say you’ve submitted a rather strange proposal.”

“It only seems strange on the surface. In fact, the proposal is extremely reasonable.”

“Then tell me directly, flat out, what kind of cunning plan have you thought up here? Are you aiming
to set up the conditions for a mass escape? The ninety candidates applying are all serving sentences of between five and nine years. Does this mean you want your freedom sooner?”

“If there’s any cunning plan in this proposal, it has nothing to do with escape, sir.” Again the prisoner
rose and showed signs of concern. “You’ve got the wrong impression…”

“Just sit down and relax. And let’s dispense with the ‘sir’. I’m Nikolai Ivanovich. I know from your
file that you are Sergei Yurevich. You used to be a psychologist. You defended your thesis, and then
went into business. Your sentence was for major embezzlement — right?”

“Yes, I was sentenced — it was back at the beginning of perestroika, after all, Nikolai Ivanovich.
You just get used to one set of laws, and suddenly new ones come out…”

“Okay, okay. That’s not the issue here. Explain to me what you have in mind with this agricultural
zone with a barbed-wire fence, or is there another name for it?”

“I’ll try to explain, Nikolai Ivanovich. Only it’s hard for me to do that, because of a particular circumstance.”

“What circumstance?”

“You see, we’ve been reading this book — it’s called Anastasia. Then along came another book,
a sequel. Well, anyway, the book talks about Man’s purpose in life. About how if everyone living on
the Earth took a hectare of land and created a corner of Paradise on it, the whole Earth would be transformed into a Paradise. The book explains this very simply and convincingly.”

“Sounds pretty simple to me! If everyone took… and created…, well, then, of course, the whole
Earth would be transformed… But what’s this got to do with your proposal?”

“I’m trying to tell you: it’s all outlined very persuasively in these books. Now some people might
just glance over them superficially, and not get everything. But we have the time — we’ve been reading and discussing them, and we understand them.”

“So, what have you got out of it?”

“After reading these books, a whole lot of people have the desire to acquire their own land and create
a Paradise oasis in their own kin’s domain. They’re free, they can do this. So we’ve decided: even if
it’s behind barbed wire, we can still each take a hectare of land, work on it, and make it into something
beautiful… By way of a penalty, we suggest handing over half or even more of our produce either to the facility or to the public at large. But we do have a special request — that our plot is not taken away from us when we’ve served our sentence — in other words, those who want to stay on there can remain.”

“So, what does that mean — that you’re going to live out the rest of your lives under the guards’ rifle
muzzles?”

“After we’ve all served our sentences, you can take away the barbed-wire fences and cart them off
for use somewhere else, along with the towers. You can use them in a another location for a new group of prisoners who want to fix up their own domains — while we stay put on ours.”

“Aha! And then when their time is up, we switch the towers and barbed wire to a third location,
while they go on living on their land. Is that it?”

“You’ve got it.”

“Some sort of phantasmagoria! What is it — you want me, the warden of this facility, to create
Paradise oases for my prisoners? And are you certain that this can really work?”

“I’m absolutely convinced it will be a success. As a psychologist I’m convinced. And it’s something
I feel in my heart. Judge for yourself, Nikolai Ivanovich: someone serves nine years behind bars, and
then walks free. He hasn’t any friends. His friends are back in the prison’s security zone, or in their
cells. His family doesn’t want anything to do with him. Neither does society at large. Let’s face it,
who’ll give an ex-con a decent job? Most job categories are up to their ears in unemployed professionals, and look how many highly qualified people are standing in queue at employment centres. Our society provides no positions for ex-convicts. There’s only one road ahead for them — back to the old routine. And so they follow it, and they end up back here with you again.”

“Yes, I know the scenario. What’s the point in merely stating the obvious? But tell me, as a psychologist, why did the cons who read these books suddenly changed and go for the idea of getting a piece of land behind a barbed-wire fence?”

“Well, you see, they all got a glimpse of eternity on the horizon. Like, people believe you’re still
alive, even in a prison cell. Whereas in fact you’re not. You’re dead. Because there’s nothing left for
you on life’s horizon.”

“What were you saying about ‘a glimpse of eternity’?”

“I told you, it’s hard for me to explain it right off. It’s all in the books…”

“Okay, I’ll read these books, and try to figure out what’s made you wax so lyrical over this. Then
we’ll talk again. Guard, take him away.”

Prisoner Khodakov got up, put his hands behind his back, and asked:

“May I ask one more question?”

“Go ahead,” the colonel agreed.

“When we were working out the plan for this security zone, we took all existing regulations for prisoner holding into account. The proposal does not allow for any violation of these regulations.”

“I say, you’ve thought of everything! The regulations… No violation… I’ll check it out.” Then
Nikolai Ivanovich ordered the guard: “Take him away.”

Subsequently the warden called in the prison’s legal counsel. He handed him the file and said: “Here, take this. Study it thoroughly and determine where there are any violations of prisoner-holding
regulations. Report back to me in forty-eight hours.”

Forty-eight hours later the legal counsel was sitting in the warden’s office. He began his report with a
few evasive phrases, atypical for his profession.

“The thing is, Nikolai Ivanovich, that from the point of view of the law and the regulations governing
the holding of prisoners in so-called places of confinement, the proposal in question cannot be treated
as an open-and-shut case.”

“What kind of spin are you trying to give me here, Vasily,2 like a lawyer in court? You and I have
known each other for fifteen years…”

Nikolai Ivanovich got up from his desk. For some reason he appeared flustered. After pacing around
the room for a while, he sat down again and continued: “Tell me specifically, what have we here by way of regulation violations?”

“Specifically… Well, if you want it specifically, I’ll have to take it one step at a time.”

“Okay, then. One step at a time.”

“We’re talking about forming a new security zone here. The proposal allows for the isolation of this
area from the outside world. This hundred-hectare zone will be fenced off with two rows of barbed
wire. Watch-towers are also provided for. The zone is secured in full accordance with regulations.

“The document goes on to propose the dividing of the security zone into individual plots of one hectare
each and assigning each plot to a particular prisoner. Well, what is there to say? The regulations
state we should accustom the unconscientious citizens in our charge to hard work, create workshop
units for basic production, as well as set up a subsidiary farm and work toward partial self-financing.
After all, the law allows for the setting up of institutions such as ours with special provisions for economic activity and multi-purpose use of forest reserves.* In our case this proposal envisages the setting up of a subsidiary farm which will provide those in our charge with a supply of fresh vegetables, with maybe some left over for sale. So far, we’re entirely within the limits of the law.”

“Don’t draw things out. What’s next? Where do we go beyond the limits?”

“Well, next it’s proposed to construct a separate cell on each plot to provide living accommodations
for the prisoner — the one the plot is assigned to as a work-space.”

“That’s right — each one will have his own individual cell on his piece of land. The thing is, we
don’t have enough funds to buy regular beds. And here they’re asking for a separate cell with all the
amenities and furnishings. A utopia!”

“I guess you didn’t take a thorough look at all the details of the proposal, Nikolai.”

“What d’you mean, not a ‘thorough’ look? I practically memorised the thing.”

“I don’t know about that. Don’t know about that… But there’s an attachment here giving plans and
a description of the interior of this individual cell. Everything is strictly according to regulations — one
bed, one toilet, one table, one chair, one bookshelf, one night-stand; a metal door with a peep-hole and

[2Vasily (pron. va-SEE-lee) — a common Russian first name. Note that Nikolai and Vasily, because of their long friendship, often omit the patronymic in conversation with each other. In Russian they also call each other by the informal pronoun ty (similar to tu — instead of vous — in French). *Russian editor’s footnote: Law of the Russian Federation of 21 July 1993, amended 9 March 2001: “On institutions and agencies administering criminal punishment in the form of confinement”.]

an exterior lock, bars on the windows. As for financing, it’s spelled out here specifically: each prisoner
is responsible for funding the construction of his own individual cell.”

“That wasn’t in the document I saw.”

“I don’t know about that. Don’t know about that… Take a look for yourself — it’s there. And the
sketch, and the working drawings for the builders, and the description.”

“What d’you mean, ‘it’s there’? It wasn’t there when I handed you the file to go over. I distinctly
remember that it wasn’t. I’ve been over that file a dozen times from cover to cover. And here you…
In two days?”

“Yes, I did it, Kolya. I was the one. Only not in two days. They gave me a similar file three whole
months ago. I recently put in my own additions and corrections, to which they agreed.”

“Why didn’t you say anything to me about this earlier?”

“You yourself only asked for my opinion two days ago.”

“Okay. Let’s hear what you have to say about all this.”

“Here’s what I think, Nikolai. If this proposal comes to fruition, there’ll be a significant decrease in
the number of prisons and labour camps in the country, and the crime-rate will be cut in half. And you,
Nikolai Ivanovich, will go down in history as a genius of a reformer.”

“Never mind history. Let’s look at the nitty-gritty. Will it fly from a legal standpoint?” Nikolai
Ivanovich once again got up from his desk and began pacing the room.

The legal counsel turned to the warden, who was still pacing the room in serious contemplation, and
enquired: “What are you so concerned about, Nikolai?”

“Me, concerned? Now what I have I got to be concerned about? Anyway… No, you’re right,
Vasily. I am concerned. I’m concerned because I can’t decide what I should say about this proposal in
my brief to the general.”

“Aha, so that’s it! So you’ve decided to support it after all? You’ve been thinking about taking it to
the general?”

“I’ve been contemplating it. I was thinking you might shoot the proposal down and persuade me not
to go see the general. That’d be a weight off my shoulders. So I guess you’re in favour of it?”

“Yes, I am.”

“That means I’ve got to go,” Nikolai Ivanovich concluded, in a rather cheerful tone, as though he had
actually been afraid his friend might shoot the proposal down. The warden stepped over to a cupboard
and took down a bottle of cognac, along with some lemon and two shot-glasses.

“Let’s drink, Vasily, to our success! Tell me, when was it that you found yourself so favourably
disposed toward this file?”

“It wasn’t right away.”

“Same here.”

“My daughter’s doing a law degree at an institute. She’s in the middle of writing her graduating essay
on “The influence of incarceration on the eradication of criminal acts”. She gave me a draft to read.
I read it, and just listen to what she says:

Ninety percent of those who serve their time in incarceration reoffend. The underlying cause behind these depressing crime statistics is the following:

• a person’s upbringing, which has led him to the committing of a criminal act;

• the challenge of adapting to society following the period of incarceration;

• the formation of a criminal world-view during the period of incarceration in a criminal environment!

“Do you realise what her conclusions mean, Nikolai? It turns out that you and I, just by honestly
trying to do our duty, are actually helping shape a criminal world-view?”

“We don’t ‘shape’ anything. We act in accord with regulations, the law and the orders we’re given.
Although, you know, I too have a lurking sense of dissatisfaction here. I used to put it out of my
thought. I’ve been trying to convince myself it’s none of my business.

“But then this file appeared… I’ve been contemplating it for six months now. And I’ve finally decided
to go see the general. Only even though I’ve sat down several times to rewrite a report, to make
it sound more intelligible, it’s still not coming.”

“Let’s try it together. I think the main thing is not to scare the general off by making it sound too
original and outlandish. We’ve got to simplify it.”

“I agree. It should be simpler. But how? Especially since they’re asking to have the land turned
over to each prisoner for lifetime use after they’ve finished serving their sentence.”

“Yes, that aspect doesn’t seem realistic for the time being. We don’t have any federal law at the moment on the allocation of land for lifetime use. I’ve thought about this point. We’ll have to be honest
with them. When they’ve finished serving their time, the question will be taken up in the context of the
land legislation in existence at that time. I think they’ll understand. Everybody knows you can’t go
above the law. We don’t make the laws. But we should also point out the direction we see things heading. Right now it all seems to be leading to a law permitting private ownership of land.”

“God willing,” affirmed Nikolai Ivanovich as he poured out a second round of cognac. “Let’s just
have another wee dram… To success!”

They clinked glasses. Then all at once Nikolai Ivanovich put his glass down on the table and once
more began pacing the room.

“Don’t tell me you’re concerned again?” asked the legal counsel.

“You see, Vasily,” Nikolai Ivanovich rattled on anxiously without pausing, “you and I here have been
dreaming big dreams, like youngsters. We’ve got carried away with our dreams, forgetting that we’re
dealing here with criminals. There are some among them, of course, that simply took a wrong turn, and
may be sincerely willing to get their lives back together within the limits of the law. But the majority of
them are hard-core criminals, rounders through and through. They’ve got an entirely different agenda,
and what kind of gimmick are they trying to pull here?”

“I’ve thought about that too, Nikolai. But let’s do a test first, and afterward you can decide whether
to report to the general or not.”

“How are we going to test them?”

“Here’s how. Tell me, when did they give you this file?”

“About six months ago.”

“That means they’ve been discussing this project for more than six months now, working out the
drawings and plans. Then they put it all beautifully into a folder and attached ninety application forms.
So, let’s you and I gather all the applicants together, suddenly and without warning, in the auditorium.
We’ll invite specialists — let’s say, agronomists, specialists in vegetable growing, and have them examine the lot. The examiners can ask questions about things like what to plant in the soil and when,
and we shall see how many would-be responders there are. You know, if they’re really serious about
this, and they’ve got hold of this idea without any ulterior motives, if it’s a real dream with them, they
wouldn’t just sit on their fannies, would they now, and wait ’til their proposal’s answered. They’d have
to be studying agrotechnology.”

“Now that’s really something, Vasily! Can you imagine rounders spending half a year boning up on
how to plant flowers and cucumbers? That’s really steep! Maybe a chap raised in the country might
know the answer. But for these…”

“That’s why I’m telling you, let’s test them before deciding whether to go see the general or not.”
Upon entering the auditorium they found not ninety, but two hundred prisoners sitting there. By the
time the warden had invited the specialists in agrotechnology — two instructors from the agricultual
institute and one from the college, the number of would-be domain dwellers had reached two hundred
prisoners.

The prisoners had taken their seats in the auditorium, not suspecting that they were to be given a test.

They saw the three people sitting behind the table on stage, but had no idea who they were. Then the warden came out and announced:

“In connection with the proposal to organise a subsidiary farm, we needed to consult people acquainted with agriculture. Anyway, I am happy to present to you three instructors from specialised
educational institutions. They will be asking you questions, and after that we shall decide who among
you may be entrusted with a plot of land.”

Nikolai Ivanovich introduced each of three instructors in turn and invited them to put questions to
the gathering. The first to ask a question was an elderly instructor from the agricultural college, seated
at the right of the stage:

“Who among you, sirs, can tell me what time of year tomato seeds should be planted for the propagation of seedlings? When should the seedlings be transplanted in the ground? And if you’re familiar with the term singling out, tell me then, please, what signs indicate the need to use it?”

He’s got ’em on the run now! thought Nikolai Ivanovich. A bunch of questions all together in one. I
bet even my wife, who’s a veteran dachnik, couldn’t even handle those from memory. She always checks in the books before planting anything. And look how quiet everybody is — not a stir.
The silence in the hall disturbed Nikolai Ivanovich. He secretly hoped that the project would actually
come to fruition. The only reason he was being so picky about it was not that he wanted to reject
it but because he wanted to eliminate any flaws or defects in advance. The silence in the hall indicated
that the project was being treated as less than serious by the participants most involved, which augured poorly for its chances of success.

Come on, now! he agonised. Not a single answer? Isn’t there at least one country lad out there?

Though, in the country, it’s more often the women than the men who do the vegetable planting.
To somehow compensate for the awkward pause, Nikolai Ivanovich stood up from the table and said
in a severe tone: “What’s up, lads? Didn’t you get the question?”

“We got it,” replied a young prisoner seated in the front row.

“Well, if you got it, then answer the question.”

“Who do you want to answer? You haven’t called anyone to come to the chalkboard.”

“What d’you mean who? What chalkboard? If anyone knows the answer, put up your hand.”

Instantly all two hundred prisoners present raised their hand.

The examining instructors, who had been conversing amongst themselves, at once fell silent. Nikolai
Ivanovich was overcome with mixed feelings. On the one hand he felt a sense of pride in his charges, as well as a renewed hope that the project might indeed come to fruition. On the other hand — a sense of alarm over whether any of the two hundred who had raised their hand could give a satisfactory response to the question.

“How about you answering?” He gestured to the talkative young prisoner sitting in the front row.
The young man got to his feet. Stroking his bald head with a tattooed hand, he began to talk quickly
and volubly:

“The time for starting tomato seedlings will not be the same each year. It all depends on the onset
of reliable frost-free weather, which, of course, varies from year to year. If we take into account the
need to plant the seedlings in the ground before they bloom, along with the period of maturation, we
can calculate the time the seeds should be planted for propagation under greenhouse conditions or on a window-sill.”

“That will do, young man,” said the college instructor, interrupting the young prisoner’s discourse.

“Put up your hand, whoever can continue.”

Again two hundred hands were thrust in the air. The instructor gestured to an elderly prisoner, by
all appearances an old-time criminal with a gold filling in his mouth. The old fellow quickly rose to his
feet, and began speaking in sedate tones:

“They need good regular soil, not some kind of useless crap. You need to put in some worm-processed
humus, or peat-moss. But you shouldn’t plant seeds directly into pure peat moss like that. They
quickly get used to the peat, then when they’re put into the garden they’ll be knocked for a loop — it’ll
be too different for them. So you need to take the peat and mix it with just a bit of sand, using soil from the garden to dilute it at least by half. And you have to warm up their little earth-nest for them — say, up to about 25 degrees3 — before sticking the seeds in the earth.”

“That will do,” the instructor interrupted. “Basically you explained everything correctly. Next one
continue,” and he pointed to a decent-looking, bespectacled prisoner in the third row. “So, your colleague left off saying: before planting tomato-seeds in the prepared soil, you have to… What do you
have to do?”

The prisoner rose to his feet, straightened his spectacles and continued:

“Before planting the seeds in the soil you have prepared for them, you must put them in your mouth
and hold them in the saliva under your tongue for at least nine minutes.”4

The examiners seated at the table, as well as the warden, were shocked by this amazing declaration,
and stared at the bespectacled prisoner. After a brief pause one of the institute instructors asked again: “Do you mean to say that before planting in the soil it should be moistened in water?”

“Never in water, certainly not in chlorinated or boiled water, where all the vital bacteria are destroyed.
It must be moistened in one’s own saliva, to infuse it with information about one’s self. After
it has been in a Man’s mouth, after being in his saliva at a temperature of 36 degrees 5 (i.e., normal body temperature) for nine minutes, the seed will awaken from its dormancy and know right off what it is to do, and for whom it is to bear fruit.

[3 The Celsius (Centigrade) scale common throughout Russia, Europe and Canada, is used throughout the Ringing Cedars Series. 25° C = 77° F. 4 See the section entitled “The seed as physician” in Book 1, Chapter 11: “Advice from Anastasia”. 536° C = 96.8° F.]

If a Man is suffering from any ailments or abnormalities, the seed will try to bear fruit to remove such abnormalities.”

The three instructors held an impromptu discussion amongst themselves, then turned to Nikolai
Ivanovich. The college instructor queried:

“Who taught your charges — what institution did you invite specialists from to teach them?”
Even days later the warden still couldn’t figure out how he could have tripped up on answering this
question. He responded this way:

“I don’t really remember where they were from. I wasn’t involved with that aspect, but I know they
came from Moscow. A high-profile professor came.”

The prisoners in the auditorium caught on to the warden’s fib at once. They realised he was trying to
protect them, not letting the latest responder be made fun of by the examiners, and, silently and gratefully, they in turn extended their support. The young prisoner in the front row (who had been the first to respond to the question) added:

“We thought he wasn’t just a professor, but an academician.6 And he knows a lot about the Siberian
taiga, about life in general.”

“That’s right,” added the prisoner sitting beside him, “he’s a real clever chap, a super scholar.”

From various corners of the hall could be heard rumblings of approbation of the professor from
Moscow, whom none of them had ever seen in the first place.

The second institute instructor, who had not spoken up to now, all at once began talking, trying to
sound imposing:

“Yes, colleagues, I seem to remember seeing this theory somewhere myself, although I can’t remember where it was. Science today is moving in this direction. I find something intriguing in this — 36 degrees, actual human saliva permeated with all different kinds of vital bacteria… There’s definitely
something to this.”

“Yes, yes. I seem to recall it too,” the college instructor echoed thoughtfully and in an equally grandiose manner, giving the impression that he too had heard something. “This is one of the new tendencies in vegetable-growing. Theoretically, of course, it is scientifically grounded, but we shall have to see how it works in practice.”

The prisoners seated in the hall gave fluent responses to a whole series of questions on agrotechnology.

Their answers were not always of the standard variety. But the invited examiners were no longer
in a hurry to offer counter-arguments. Quite the contrary, they listened with great interest.
While the assistant warden went to see off the instructors, Nikolai Ivanovich sat silently at the table
in front of the hushed auditorium. A deathly silence hung over the hall as he leafed through the contents of the green folder. Then the warden raised his head, surveyed the whole auditorium and began to say:

“I can tell you this, lads. I still don’t have a complete understanding of what you’re proposing. No,
not completely. So I’ve decided… In any case, I don’t know what will come of it. I’m going to try to
push it through with the central administration.”

The hushed auditorium, as though on command, suddenly rose to its feet and erupted in spontaneous
applause. Taken completely by surprise at the reaction, Nikolai Ivanovich rose to his feet as well.
Overcome by an inexplicable embarrassment, he felt a pleasant and joyful sensation in his heart. But
he managed to put on his best poker face befitting his status as a no-nonsense warden, and said:

[6 academician — a member of the Russian Academy of Sciences (a very high rank indeed)

“What’s all this noise about? Take your seats!” But even as he spoke he could feel the inappropriateness of excessive severity in the given context, and added: “We’ll still have to invite the professor from Moscow, all the same!”

Upon receiving Nikolai Ivanovich, the head of the Correctional Facilities Central Administration,
General Pososhkov, got down to business right off:

“It’s not just you. Others, too, have been advised to upgrade their facilities, some just by five or ten
places, some by as much as a hundred and fifty. You should be ready to accept an additional contingent of prisoners within a year. They all say it’s a challenge, unrealistic, and so our prisons are overcrowded. What would you have me do? Here I’ve got an order from the Justice Minister to make room for an additional six thousand prisoners. But you’ve given me cheer, Nikolai Ivanovich. I heard you say you’ll be ready to receive your share and right on time.”

“Yes, I’ll be ready. Only there have to be some modifications to the project, as I outlined in my
report.”

“I know, I know. I read it. Only not everything’s clear to me in your report. You want to get involved
in agriculture. That’s great! Assigning a separate plot to each prisoner — who’s stopping you?
What makes you think you need my approval on this? But the notion of building a separate cell on
each plot, now that does sound rather strange — it’s unreasonable. Go build one or two barracks.

They can march to work each morning under guard. Less expensive. You’ll get no additional financing for individual cells.”

“But I’m not asking for any additional financing.”

“What are you asking for, then?”

“I just need you to approve the overall plan for individual cells on each plot.”

“And where’s the money going to come from to build these units?”

“From sponsors’ subsidies.”

“You must have some pretty eccentric sponsors… Look, okay then, I don’t have time to go into it.
I’m going to write on your proposal: ‘Review and complete’ — but I’ll ring them up myself and tell
them they should review and complete it with due process — no delay. Is that it?”

“There’s just one minor problem…”

“What problem?”

“I don’t have any land I can use for a subsidiary farm.”

“So, go see the governor. Ask him.”

“I spoke with his deputy. They’re considering, but that’s all they’re doing at the moment.”

“Okay, I’ll do what I can. I’ll ring him up… That’s it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So, you can proceed. All the best.”

* * *

Nikolai Ivanovich’s facility obtained the land — 200 hectares — by the autumn. The land was in an isolated area, far from the nearest population point. They managed to truck in the barbed wire and five-metre-tall posts required to construct the enclosure before the seasonal rains washed out the road. Nikolai Ivanovich realised that if the enclosure wasn’t ready by the autumn, there was no way they could start cultivating the land on the plots the following spring. But how to get the posts into place, if even the back country road stopped two kilometres short of the allotted area? They wouldn’t be able to get either the manpower or the equipment they needed for drilling the post-holes to the designated site.

When the prisoners learnt about the problem, they put forward a proposal to the warden: they would
dig the post-holes by hand, and cross the two-kilometre stretch from the end of the road to the construction site on foot, under guard.

Every day, even under the cold autumn rain, a convoy of fifty prisoners marched out to the site, wearing homemade oilskins they had glued together from plastic sheeting. There had actually been even more volunteers, but because of a shortage of guards only fifty could be accomodated at a time.

The future land-holders gave their all to their work. By the first frost all the fenceposts had been set up and connected by barbed wire, and the watch-towers erected. Back at the cellblock they constructed a log cabin for the guard at the controlled-entry point and put it in place, too.

The order was also submitted that autumn for the construction of the huts — individual cells for the
prisoners to live in, at a cost of 30,000 roubles each. But there was no money left to pay for these. The
prisoners set about raising the money where they could. Some had savings stored up from before their incarceration, others were helped by relatives, but there were a few who found it impossible to raise such a sum from any source.

They sent a memo to the warden letting him know of their willingness to live in tents. But this was
against regulations, and they were turned down.

One hundred and eighty huts were transported to the new security zone over the winter road and set
up on the piles driven in the autumn. And early in the spring one hundred and eighty prisoners were
installed in these primitive huts with bars on the windows.

One fine spring day the warden stood in one of the watch-towers and surveyed the extraordinary scene before him. On the two hundred hectares of barbed-wire enclosure a hundred and eighty plots had been delineated, divided from each other by stakes and brushwood, with the occasional border marked by a length of stretched wire.

Those are the wealthy ones, decided the warden. Their relatives must have sent them money not just
to build their cell, but for their border markings too.

Lanes and foot-paths ran between the plots, with a common space for meetings at the centre. In some of the low-lying areas the snow hadn’t completely melted. But on the little hills the first green blades of grass were already showing. On almost every plot the warden could make out the dark outlines of isolated human figures — figures which appeared faceless and identical in their warm prison jackets, cloth caps with ear-flaps, and rough, canvas-topped boots.

What could these isolated, faceless figures possibly create on this empty ground? Why weren’t they
staying in their cells? The warden peered through his field-glasses and focused in on one of them. It
turned out to be Prisoner Khodakov, thrusting his spade into ground, which was still partly frozen as he dug another hole. Shifting his field-glasses around, Nikolai Ivanovich counted nineteen holes already dug in the half-frozen ground around the perimeter of Khodakov’s plot.

All over the zone, figures in dark jackets were doing exactly the same thing — digging holes around
the perimeter of their plots.

“Why so many holes?” Nikolai Ivanovich wondered aloud.

“They’re for the saplings and bushes which will grow into a green hedge surrounding each plot,” the
guard explained.

“I see. Couldn’t they wait a week or two until the ground is thawed and the digging will be easier?”

“I told them as much, but they don’t want to wait. They’re afraid they won’t get it all in on time.
Each one has four hundred metres of hedge to plant — that’s no light undertaking. And once the ground thaws out, they’ll have to start work on their vegetable beds.”

The warden spent quite a while longer observing the zeal and dexterity each of his charges displayed
as they worked, and he mused:

There must be some kind of cosmic link between the soul of a Man and the soul of the Earth. If that
link is there, Man is in harmony with the planet. If it isn’t, then there’s no harmony. Corruption sets in,
and crime goes up.

Of course, that book, Anastasia, must be quite exceptional. All the cons have read it, and something
inexplicable has erupted in their hearts. It’s happened with me too — I read it and now I’ve started
looking at life differently. Of course this book is playing its part — prisoners all over the country are
reading it. But the book’s strength is really in how it brings out Man’s relationship with the Earth. In
other words, that relationship is primary, and one should never attempt to sever it. And all this talk
about high morals and spirituality is nothing but idle chatter without this mysterious relationship which
is not yet fully comprehended!

* * *

By autumn all the plots in the ‘new zone’, as the prisoners themselves called it, were framed by still
only partly-grown saplings of apple trees, pear-trees, rowans, birches and all sorts of plantings, which
with their leaves decked out in their multi-coloured autumnal hues, created a most pleasing picture to
the eye.

Approximately fifteen hundred to two thousand square metres of each hectare had been planted
with forest saplings. Even by that very first autumn the view from the watch-towers over the two
hundred hectares below gave a distinctly different and positive impression compared to the desert-like
black earth that could be seen everywhere the preceding spring. It was abundantly clear that the whole enclosure was being transformed into an exceptional oasis of green.

All summer long the new zone provided the prison cafeteria with fresh greens, then cucumbers, tomatoes and beets.

In the fall each prisoner offered up — from the plot of land entrusted to him — five sacks of potatoes,
along with several dozen jars of salted and canned cucumbers and tomatoes. The prison commissary
was provided with a whole winter’s supply of beets, carrots, horseradish and other vegetables.

An unusual scene took place in the autumn at the new zone’s controlled-entry point. In contrast to
all other prison facilities in the world, where foodstuffs and other treats would be passed to the prisoners from outside, in this new zone they were moving in the opposite direction.

The soldiers handed out jars of preserved vegetables to the prisoners’ relatives. Many had come by
car and left with a wealth of produce in their baggage compartments.

Prisoners who did not have any relatives living close by sold their part of the harvest, through the
soldiers, to food wholesalers at a handsome profit.

Nobody came to see Prisoner Khodakov, however. He did not have any relatives. He had grown up
in an orphanage, and asked to have his portion of the harvest sent to the nearest children’s home.
Nikolai Ivanovich earned the administration’s gratitude for a successful carrying out of their order.

He was the only warden able to accept a new contingent of one hundred and eighty prisoners without a worsening of holding conditions for the remainder.

The past year had been the busiest one for Nikolai Ivanovich in all his twenty years of service. Apart
from his usual duties, he was also responsible for ‘prying’ seeds or saplings for the new zone out of
whatever source he could. But he felt a shiver of delight every time he saw the old prison Zil 7 pull up,
loaded to the gills with young saplings.

* * *

Five more years went by. Then on one fine July day a helicopter appeared and began to circle over the
new zone. Nikolai Ivanovich stood at the controlled-entry point and watched the helicopter fly over. He
knew that on board were General Pososhkov and members of a committee despatched by the Ministry
of Justice. Perhaps someone had sent in a complaint about the warden, or it might bave been simply
rumours, but in any case word had spread about a ‘peculiar’ prisoner-holding régime.

After the helicopter landed, the committee members, all highly-placed officials, stepped out onto the
open space in front of the entry point. But Nikolai Ivanovich kept standing and thinking only about the
zone’s security perimeter:

Yes, it is clear that I shall be charged with a violation of regulations here. Why did I ever give permission for these climbing perennials to be planted around the security perimeter? They’ve already
climbed up three metres, the full height of the barbed wire and formed a hedge, so that the wire can’t
even be seen behind all the different flowers.

The barbed wire, you see, they didn’t find æsthetically pleasing. They even put in climbing plants
and flowers around the watch-towers, which have wound their way right up to the guards’ look-out.
Now the whole thing doesn’t even look like a security zone any more, more like some sort of a Paradise oasis amidst fields overgrown with tall grasses.

“Here, if you please, is the first violation, already quite evident,” said the general representing the
Ministry. “What kind of security perimeter have you got here? Anyone who wants to, can climb over
a barrier like that, all wound around with vines,” the general went on, turning to Pososhkov, the administration chief. “Any soldier will tell you that. Am I right?” The Ministry representative addressed the lieutenant on duty at the entry point.

“Permission to answer, General, sir!” the duty officer responded, standing to attention at his post.

“Answer when you’re asked a question! Is there any violation of regulations here?”

“Negative, sir, General, sir! In this instance you are simply looking at a tactical improvement of the
security perimeter of the prisoner-holding zone.”

[7Zil (pron. ZEAL) — a standard lorry or truck produced by the major Russian (Soviet) automobile factory known as Zavod imeni Likhacheva (acronym: ZIL) in the city of Nizhny Novgorod on the Volga river, which has been operating under one name or another since 1916. From 1927 until his death in 1956, it was run by Ivan Alekseevich Likhachev, when it was renamed in his honour. The factory also produces passenger cars (marketed under the Volga brand) and luxury limousines (‘Chaika’) which during the Soviet period were the motorcars of choice for higher-placed government officials.]

“Wha… what’s that?” one of the Ministry committee members was taken aback. “What kind of
tactical improvement are you talking about? What kind of drivel is that?”

All the committee members stopped beside the lieutenant standing at attention.

Oh, that jokester, mused Nikolai Ivanovich, feeling ultimately let down — that Lieutenant Prokhorov
again with his endless jokes. If only he could control himself in front of the committee! Now for certain
they’ll never pardon this ridicule. And he just stands there at attention without so much as a blush.

The lieutenant began talking, spitting out his words:

“Permission to answer the question on improvement, sir!”

“Answer, if you can,” ordered the general from the Ministry. “By ‘tactical improvement’, do you
mean your flowers?”

“Exactly, sir. If any criminal tries to escape by climbing over the barbed wire intertwined with flowers,
he won’t get very far.”

“Why is that?” asked the general in astonishment.

“In the process of climbing over the perimeter fence intertwined with fragrant flowers, his whole
body will be infused with their scent, which means that even an inexperienced dog will be able to easily track him down and bring him back.”

“So, he’ll be infused!” The general broke into a loud guffaw and all the committee members joined
in. “And the dog will follow the scent of the flowers! Pretty nifty, Lieutenant. Imaginative. And how
many escapees have your dogs brought back that way?” asked the general through his laughter.

“Not a single one,” replied the lieutenant, and continued in all seriousness: “Since the criminals
realise the futility of any attempt at climbing the fence, there hasn’t been a single escape attempt in the past five years.”

The committee members felt even more exhilarated by the lieutenant’s serious look and his declaration.

“D’you mean to say that there has not been a single attempted escape from this security zone in the
past five years?” the committee head asked the administration chief.

“That’s right, not a single one,” replied Pososhkov.

The committee members, clearly pleased by the lieutenant’s sharp-witted responses, put the following
question to him:

“Tell us, Lieutenant, if no criminals even attempt to escape from this security zone, then why the
armed soldiers in the watch-towers?”

“To protect the zone from the outside world,” replied the lieutenant.

“What does that mean — ‘to protect from the outside world’? Does anyone try to break in to the
zone?”

“Affirmative, sir!” the lieutenant responded. “Many of the prisoners’ wives have declared their wish
to live with their husbands in their cells. Some of them have requested permission to spend the summer in the cells along with their children. But our strict warden’s strict enforcement of regulations won’t permit any such lawlessness. So a few unconscientious wives took it upon themselves to try either getting through the hedge or tunnelling underneath. But all such brazen attempts have been thwarted by the zone’s excellent security force.”

Uncertain as to whether the lieutenant was joking or speaking seriously, the committee chair enquired
of Nikolai Ivanovich:

“Have there really been instances like this?”

“Affirmative,” replied Nikolai Ivanovich. “Two such attempts have been thwarted. I received ninety-
six applications from prisoners’ wives wishing to spend the summer with their children on their
husbands’ plots. But apart from the conjugal meetings provided for in the regulations, nothing like this
can be permitted.”

“I wonder what it is that attracts them to the security zone, especially with the children?” mused the
committee chair aloud, adding: “In any case, colleagues, let us go in and take a look for ourselves.”
“Open the gates!” Nikolai Ivanovich ordered the lieutenant.

The wooden gates, decorated with traditional Russian carvings, quickly opened up, and the committee
members entered the security zone. They had hardly gone a few paces when they all at once
spontaneously stopped.

Seen through the helicopter’s viewports, the zone had had the appearance of a beautiful green oasis.
But here on the ground it was not only the delightful foot-paths of mowed grass, not only the multicoloured living fences around the perimeter, that struck the committee members. Accustomed to the odours of their offices and city streets, they were now gracefully enveloped by the delicate fragrances of summer plants and flowers. The silence was broken only by the singing of birds and the humming of insects — sounds which by no means irritated, but soothed people’s ears.

“We should visit one of the plots,” said the committee chair, for some reason in a hushed tone, as
though afraid of disturbing the general atmosphere.

The prominent officials walked up the pathway of the first plot they came to, heading for the cellhut.
The little hut was actually surrounded by a metal cage, though this was scarcely visible unless one
examined it at close range. From a distance it looked like a little green hillock. Wound around with
various vines and surrounded by flower beds, it blended in most harmoniously with the surrounding
space.

At the entrance to the hut stood a man in a white T-shirt, his back to the approaching visitors. The
prisoner was oiling a metal lock bolt, energetically trying to slide it back and forth. This was something
of a challenge, and the prisoner was so absorbed in the task that it was a while before he became aware of his visitors.

“Hello, Kharlamych!”8 Nikolai Ivanovich greeted him. “Make our guests feel at home, introduce
yourself.”

Kharlamych quickly turned about. After momentarily losing his bearings upon seeing visitors, he
quickly regained his composure and introduced himself:

“Prisoner Kharlamych, sentenced according to Article 102 of the Criminal Code of the Russian
Federation to twelve years. Served six years in the cellblock, five years now in the new zone.”

“And what have you been doing here with your door?” asked the committee chair.

“I’ve been oiling the exterior bolt, Chairman, sir! It’s started sticking quite a bit, the metal they produce today’s not very good quality, it rusts quickly.”

The committee chair went over to the door leading into the cell, closed it and tried shoving the bolt
into position. It didn’t budge on the first attempt, but he finally got it to work. Then he turned, and, with a meaningful glance to the administration chief Pososhkov, declared:

“So, you claim you’re following all the regulations for prisoner-holding to the letter. Does that mean
that after completion of their workday they’re all locked up in their cells?”

[8Kharlamych (pron. har-LA-mitch) — a patronymic derived from the prisoner’s father’s name Kharlam. The use of the patronymic alone here indicates the highly informal relationship that has developed between the warden and his charges.

The administration chief was silent. Everyone realised that the metal bolt had rusted and was hard
to budge for the simple reason that it had not been used for a long time.

Prisoner Kharlamych realised that he had let his superiors down. And thoughts began running
through his head:

I should have fixed this damn bolt a long time ago. How can I explain to these people that this lock
is completely unnecessary? Nobody here would even think of leaving the zone, of running away from
his land. To what purpose? Where would they go?

As for Kharlamych, here was his native space, here was his Motherland. It was here that he was
greeted every morning by the singing of the birds and the waving of the branches of trees he himself
had planted. He had even been raising a little goat, which he had named Nikita, along with a dozen laying hens, and had a couple of beehives. Others had their own homesteads, setting them up just a little differently, but for each one it was his own homestead, on his own piece of land. And here he had gone and let down his warden with this damn bolt!

Kharlamych was really upset. He began talking quickly and excitedly.

“I’m the world’s worst son-of-a-bitch when it comes to this bolt, Chairman, sir! And I have no excuse
if it should reflect badly on my buddies. Only I want you understand — let me have one last word
here. Let me… Let me tell you: my whole life has changed. Not even ‘changed’ — in fact, my life has
just begun in this place. I’m free here. Out there, outside the gates — there’s no freedom there — indeed, that’s where all hell breaks loose. The soldiers up there in the watch-towers — they’re like angels to us. We pray that they don’t let any scum in here…”

The prisoner’s voice with its heart-wrenching emotion and the content of what he had to say worked
its own unique effect on the people standing by. All at once one of the committee members, a woman
deputy from the State Duma, suddenly burst out:

“What’s all the fuss over this measly bolt? Don’t you see it rained last night? The bolt’s started
shrivelling.”

The committee chair glanced at the metal bolt, then at the woman, and burst out laughing.

“Shrivelling, you say? Why didn’t I think of that before? It did rain, after all, and the bolt began to
shrivel, and it rusted… And up in the towers — those are angels, you say?”

“Angels,” Kharlamych echoed.

“Tell me, when is your time up?”

“In eleven months and seven days.”

“How do you propose to live after that?”

“I’ve applied to have my sentence extended…”

“What? How could it be extended? Why?”

“‘Cause out there there’s no freedom. There’s no order in that kind of freedom. There’s no freedom
without land.”

“And who’s stopping you from going free, getting a piece of land and creating the same kind of
homestead that you have here, only as a free man? You could get yourself a family!”

“You know, Chairman, sir, that’s something I’ll never understand. Who’s stopping us here in Russia
from giving each Russian a hectare of land? I’ll never understand. Does Russian land belong to
Russians or not?”

“Right now, according to the law adopted by the State Duma, everyone has the right to buy land,”
observed the woman deputy.

“And what if I don’t have the money even to buy a single hectare of land? Does that mean I have
no Motherland? That’s the way it looks — I don’t have it and never will have. But if Russia is my
Motherland, just who am I supposed to buy it from? It turns out somebody’s seized my Motherland
for themselves — the whole country, down to a single hectare — and is now demanding a ransom from
every last Russian! There’s some monkey business going on here. Beyond the law and beyond our
understanding.

“You, Chairman, sir,” Kharlamych addressed the committee chair, “I see by your stripes that you’re
a general. So, liberate our Motherland from whoever seized it and is demanding a ransom. Or are you
too going to be paying a ransom for your own little piece of the Motherland?”

“Prisoner Kharlamich, cease and desist!” Nikolai Ivanovich intervened. He could see the scar on
the war-wounded general’s cheek turning purple, and his fists clenching. The general stepped up to the prisoner. They stood staring each other in the eye, without a word between them. Then the general quietly said:

“Show me around your homestead, Russian citizen,” and added even more quietly, almost to himself:

“your piece of the Motherland behind barbed wire.”

Kharlamych showed the committee members around his young garden, with its budding fruit on the
branches. He treated them to currants and raspberries. He showed them the tomato beds, along with
the more than 200 square metres he had planted with cucumbers. He showed them the pond he had dug himself with a spade. Standing beside the pond was a neatly arranged row of barrels.

“Kharlamych has a particular know-how here,” Nikolai Ivanovich explained to the committee members,
pointing to the barrels. “He salts away a hundred fifty-litre barrels of cucumbers every year. He’s
developed a superior, first-rate pickling method. And he’s invented an original preservation system.
First he fills each barrel with cucumbers and brine, then he caulks them and stores them in the pond,
underwater. They’ll keep that way until the spring. As soon as the restaurant wholesalers arrive from
Moscow, Kharlamych chops a hole in the ice and drags a barrel over to the entry point. We sell them at
five hundred roubles a barrel. Kharlamych gets 250, and the rest goes to the prison coffers.”

“And how much does each enterprise make annually for your facility?” enquired one of the committee
members.

“On average, around a hundred thousand roubles a year,” responded Nikolai Ivanovich. “Though,
according to contract, half of it goes to the workers on the plots.”

“A hundred thousand?” the committee member was astonished. “And you’ve got here a hundred and
eighty hectares all told. That means you have a net profit of ninety million a year from them?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And the prisoners each make fifty thousand a year?”

“Yes, that’s how it works out.”

“In the whole country we’ve got over a million citizens being held in incarceration. What if we
switched them all over to such a system? What a tremendous source of income for the country! Plus
the number of criminals, judging from what we can see, would significantly decrease.”

“Switch over… all of them?” another committee member broke into the conversation. “But we’re
facing quite a different question here: this zone may even be closed down. Why were we brought here
anyway? To find out what’s really happening. There’s something funny going on here — prisoners
living in better conditions than people at liberty. And these prisoners, no matter how you put it, are
criminals. Anyway, what are you going to do, Nikolai Ivanovich, when these people’s terms are up?”

The warden answered without hesitation:

“If I had my way, I would let every last one of them look after their own plot. I’d take down the
barbed wire and move it somewhere else — start setting up a new zone.”

In their report to the Ministry of Justice the committee members reported that they found no violations
of regulations on prisoner-holding.

“What about these rumours that the prisoners are living in better conditions than many free citizens?”
asked the Minister.

“Then it is the lives of our free citizens that have to be improved,” the committee chair observed.

“We need to give people land. Not lip-service, but in actual fact.”

“But that’s not within our jurisdiction,” said the Minister, dismissing the proposal. “Let’s get right
to the essentials.”

“In terms of essentials, it comes down to this: we need to replicate this experience in all the facilities
under our jurisdiction,” the committee chair stated firmly.

“I second that,” affirmed the woman deputy, adding: “and I fully intend to introduce a bill in the
Duma to grant every Russian family a hectare of land for lifetime use, whereon to establish their own
kin’s domain.”

* * *

The Duma passed the law. At one swoop millions of Russian families began planting gardens and little
forests on their own family lands. And Russia flourished…

In what year did this happen?… What — it hasn’t happened yet? Why not? Who’s stopping us?

Who is preventing Russia from flourishing?

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The Ringing Cedars Series by Vladimir Megré

Translated by John Woodsworth Edited by Leonid Sharashkin
• Book 1 Anastasia (ISBN 978-0-9763333-0-2)
• Book 2 The Ringing Cedars of Russia (ISBN 978-0-9763333-1-9)
• Book 3 The Space of Love (ISBN 978-0-9763333-2-6)
• Book 4 Co-creation (ISBN 978-0-9763333-3-3)
• Book 5 Who Are We? (ISBN 978-0-9763333-4-0)
• Book 6 The Book of Kin (ISBN 978-0-9763333-6-4)
• Book 7 The Energy of Life (ISBN 978-0-9763333-7-1)
• Book 8, Part 1 The New Civilisation (ISBN 978-0-9763333-8-8)
• Book 8, Part 2 Rites of Love (ISBN 978-0-9763333-9-5)

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Comments

Why not? Who's stopping us? Who keeps us from flourishing?

Sorry, I refuse to answer that question because I don't want to sound like an anti-semite. (But it's true, you know.)

As for what is great literature, Isn't a book that inspires people to greatness a "great book?" How silly can you get?

Question more than you think

When you say this is "are believed to be a most significant masterpiece of Russian literature" it tells me you don't know our literature. One must develop a taste for it and the true masterpieces are by Dostoyevsky, Bunin, Lermontov, Chekhov and many others. In comparison, this book is just junk, trust me. We have so much junk like that selling on our streets, just countless, if you don't believe me come and see yourself.

Junk or Treasure? YOU decide!

Anyone taking the time to read the "Ringing Cedars" with an open heart, will, in my opinion, see that the entire series is about Creation, love and the journey of man back to the Divine Man. Labeling this work as "junk" is unjust, considering the results and awakening these books have inspired. If anyone out there is curious about these works, take the time to read them and decide for yourself. I, for one have been inspired and am grateful that Arthur once recommended these books to me.

Peace, Love and Harmony - these are the words that come to mind with the "Ringing Cedars".

Question more than you think

Exactly correct, Anonymous. Arthur or Bruno also wrote:

"We consider these Russian books to be the most important and the most valuable books ever written on Earth. We encourage everyone to read these books as a matter of urgent priority."

Well, I also think that they are junk. One conscious mans assessment versus anothers - or am I not as conscious as you?. Enough said, I guess - knock yourself out, Arthur, following your strange Guru.

Buying Wisdom Freely Given - Anastasia And The Ringing Cedars

The odd thing to me about all this is that you can't find the whole series on-line, only sample chapters. Go to the official site and it is an advertisement that does contradict itself somewhat. It was on Scribd.com but has since been removed, due to copyright. So my question is, did Anastasia only intend for the financial well off to be able to share in this alleged wisdom (I say alleged because I can only afford to read the free sample pages)? After all, isn't this meant to be life changing information for the benefit of all mankind, that was freely given by Anastasia to the author, or is it just another business venture to profit those who sell it ?

Re: Buying Wisdom Freely Given - Anastasia & The Ringing Cedars

While Vladimir Megre and others involved behind the writing, translations, printing, publishing, marketing, distribution etc are, Anastasia is not part of the civilisation of commerce, never has and never will.

We are all compromised while surviving (believing) in the civilisation of commerce and so is all the heartfelt-inspired information given freely as gifts of love by Anastasia via all the Ringing Cedars Books.

If you study the body of the Love For Life work we have created while being right outside the square searching for remedy to apply to all the issues we were encountering as victims of tax and bank fraud and extortion, you will gain mountains of heartfelt-inspired information.

We give all this information for free without a fee (no contract - though others are most welcome to provide an equal exchange in value to support us, our children, keeping food on the table, roof over our heads, petrol in the car, maintaining the car, keeping the love for life website, mailing list and webmaster going, purchasing stationary, pay for the internet, telephone, gas, electricity, mobile phones, etc, etc - you see we are compromised by the civilisation of commerce that intercedes and meddles in our lives - without this loving support we could not keep this website going or keep us doing this Love For Life Work).

All the heartfelt inspired information we have created and posted in the Love For Life website can be found in the articles, comments, podcasts and video here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3385 and here: http://loveforlife.com.au/arthur_cristian and here: http://loveforlife.com.au/content/30/09/22/listen-latest-arthur-cristian...

By researching the body of the Love For Life work you will discover and fully comprehend the REMEDY we have on offer that will help us all pull out from the civilisation of commerce (the beast of the apocalypse) and return safely back to reality (nature/earth/MAN), cutting back on all the harm we are causing and supporting until harm no longer occurs to MAN and the true nature of MANS body (life).

Conscious Love Always
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life

Ringing Cedars - Enlightenment - Ho'oponopono

Hi Arthur & Fiona, how are you? hope you are well...
I would like your comment on the following things...

Firstly enlightenment experiences - where the ego virtually disappears... I have experienced this many times, where the kundalini rises and I felt that I wasnt just connected to everything and everyone around me, but that I actually was everyone and everything... the analogy of this would be the dream and the dreamer.. in those moments, i 'knew' i AM the dreamer.. so taking that to its ultimate meaning, it means that I AM all that is, and the ego - personality mind, is just the dream character I believe myself to be at this moment.. now this gels with the practice of Ho'oponopono - taking responsibility and that there is no 'out there' only everything is within, I remember while I was having the rebirthing experience, that I was saying 'i love you' to all the characters of the Illuminati, and also that I knew that they are ME... So now that the information from Anastasia has come forth, I guess it is more of a physical material knowledge other than the mystical knowledge that I was able to experience... I guess Anastasia does say that God is our father, all of ours, and that she implies we (all of us) were Adam, and I guess also as Adam was a spark of God, then that spark is also US... in that we are divine... All the information from Anastasia resonates in me 1000% to the point of wanting to have my own kin's domain, however it isnt resonating with those around me.. and some things that come from Ho'oponopono are related to by Anastasia such as water coming back to life by putting it in the sun...

These are my comments, and I would like your take on them, seeing as though you have experienced so much more... and now applying the 'remedy'

Thankyou

love in ONENESS

oneness

hi fadi,

one can agree with everything you say in your post.
only one simple basic question nevertheless comes to one's mind:

you used the word "I" about 20 times... don't you feel kind
of uncomfortable or nervous when actually using the word ?

I definitely do - & try to avoid it as much as syntax allows.

all the best in your endeavour to become one,

élodie

PS. time is a function of the ego, the eye & the universe are identical twins,
inside-out & outside-in, god is a matchmaker, do not hope, do not wish,
do not fear anything, then you'll be free !

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The Cristian Family November 2006

We Stand For NO SYSTEM

Kindom (Do No Harm Communities) is the dream for freedom, but it is the dream for the freedom of those around us who also live the dream of freedom, because it is in living for the freedom of others that we get our freedom. When we live for the dreams of Kindom of those around us, we live life as a gift because we live for (dedicate our lives to) their dream of freedom, truth, peace, joy, abundance, etc, just as they live for our Kindom dreams too. This is true co-creation (cooperation) with no attack on the uniqueness of each of us. When we live this way, we have no need for any man-made system - everything/everyone has already been taken care of by our love for life.

Just as we do not have to jump 10 feet across the room to grab our next breath, neither do we have to worry about food, water and shelter because it has all been taken care of as we each co-create Kindoms/Kin-Domains for everyone. Now everybody and everything of the dream of life that is Kindom/Paradise is free (has been set free once again). The issue is greed and selfishness, power and control trips, arrogance, ignorance, being fed many many lies and being traumatised. The issue is not overpopulation - there is more than enough land available for every family to have a hectare (2.5 acres Kin-Domain) to care for. The land of Australia can provide a Kin-Domain for every family across Earth, each with a food forest, clean fresh drinking water and plenty of space for building natural do no harm habitats and with plenty of land left over.

Everyone must have the freedom to take full-responsibility for their lives, for the water they drink, the food they eat and for their shelter. Currently, "The System" forces everyone to give up taking full-responsibility so that we become grown up children accustomed to sucking on the nipples of "The System" corporations for everything, having to use money to get by and to follow the rules of money because we are not co-creating freedom, peace, truth, joy and abundance for each other. Money only leads to haves and have nots and all the abuse, manipulation and distractions that we are subjected to as slaves to money.

When we give up living for other's Kindom dreams, we start creating hell ("The System") all around us because we become self-centred - now it's all about "my freedom","my money", "my land", "my belief", "my saviour", "mine", "mine","mine", "i","i", "i", "own", "own", "own", etc. To protect what we claim we own requires a man-made system with FORCE to protect those self-centred claims. This is ALL trauma based and all story-telling (brainwashing/braindirtying).

Our true freedom comes when we set our thoughts of freedom into motion so that we live freedom rather than just talking and thinking about it while we still slave for "The System". Kindom will not happen while we meditate for hours in the bush or do yoga retreats or wait for Jesus or follow the processes of the OPPT (One People's Public Trust now called One People). This is not freedom because we are not living freedom because we are living the story-telling of Jesus or Zeitgeist or The Secret or Thrive or One Earth/Consciousness/People.

Living Kindom is very, very hard work as we set about repairing the damage to MAN/Earth/Nature that we are ALL responsible for but the burden becomes lighter the more of us put our life-energy into the dream of returning Earth to Paradise. Day-after-day, we all have to work our arses off until Kindom is all around us (MAN) once again. This is the price we pay to set each other free on a piece of land (Kin-Domain), so that no one is under the image-power (education/brainwashing/story-telling) of another MAN anymore and so that everyone can have their space of love to create and live their unique, do no harm dreams. This only happens once we have the Kindoms set up so that everyone is provided for.

Once we re-create the food forests, whether on land or in the suburbs, we can re-claim our freedom, breaking the strangle-hold of "The System" because we are no longer reliant on its services and benefits and no longer turning each other into slaves of "The System", cogs in the wheels of "The System" machine. If we don't put the effort in to set everyone and everything free all around us then we still live in HELL ("The System"). The key is to live for everyone else's freedom so that we can have it too.

From Bare Dirt To Abundance
A Year In The Life Of The
Love For Life Food Forest

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
8th February 2013
51 Minutes 46 Seconds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sJCcCvZ97A

We live for NO SYSTEM. We do not lose anything by not having a man-made system and, in fact, we gain. We gain our freedom and we gain abundance. Let go of the fear.

The Cristian Family November 2006

A Collection Of Various Love For Life Posts
Providing The Big Picture We See

Sequential Order

The Dream Of Life Part 6
Under The Spell Of Intellectual Property

Arthur Cristian - 51 Minutes 52 Seconds
The Dream Of Life Part 6 - Under The Spell Of Intellectual Property - Arthur Cristian

The "Name" Is The Mark Of The Beast
The Strawman Identifying
Your Slave Status In "The System"

By Arthur Cristian - Love For Life
5th February 2012 - 56 Minutes 25 Seconds
The "Name" Is The Mark Of The Beast The Strawman Identifying Your Slave Status In "The System"

IMAGE POWER
The Nefarious Tactics Used
To Disguise Truth And Distract Us
From Remedy

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
24th January 2014
This post contains many recent Facebook comments
and email replies which collectively provides a big picture
into exposing the deception behind IMAGE POWER.
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8496

The Pull Of E-Motion
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
8th February 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8499

IMAGE POWER
Superb Diamond Range Interviewing
Arthur & Fiona Cristian 4th February 2014
http://youtu.be/qFnuuw3kLog
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8501

Trauma Induced Fantasy
July 2013 Interview With
Jeanice Barcelo And Arthur & Fiona Cristian
http://youtu.be/CZVj-ddUoZw
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8500

Processing Curses
A Lie Is A Curse
Liars Process Curses

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
26th February 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8503

How The System Is Really Constructed
Bouncing Back Curses Upon Curse Makers
To Stop Harm Forevermore

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
27th February 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8504

Slave To A Name
Parts One, Two, Three, Four,
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
3rd to 6th March 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8505

Educated Slaves
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
20th March 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8506

The Only Path To Freedom
Beware The False Steps

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life - 2nd April 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8508

Free-Dumb For All
Arthur and Fiona Cristian
Love For Life - 5th April 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8510

Revoking The Ego
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life - 7th April 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8511

How MAN Commits Spiritual Suicide
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life - 3rd April 2014
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8509

Crop Circles Are A Massive Hoax
Facebook Discussion On Simon Kawai's Wall
Involving Arthur & Fiona Cristian
31st August 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8470

OPPT & Slavery Through Intellectual Conscription By Deceit
Arthur & Fiona Cristian - Love For Life
27th February 2013 onwards...
Part One: http://youtu.be/Qjp_9nlrBao
Part Two: http://youtu.be/tbybeOWZ-Bc
Part Three: http://youtu.be/yOWoxH-HbVw

Water Is The Life Of MANS Consciousness (Breath)
Arthur & Fiona Cristian - Love For Life - 8th February 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8350
Part One: http://youtu.be/4ze66_33wxM - 70 Minutes 5 Seconds
Part Two: http://youtu.be/43gIi-sjxJc - 81 Minutes 13 Seconds
Part Three: http://youtu.be/oooY6W63K-M - 70 Minutes 18 Seconds

What Do You Believe On Origins?
Who Said There Was A Beginning?
Who's Truth Do You Accept?
Belief Is A Strange Idea.

Discussion Lyndell, Scott and Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Between March and April 2013
Posted 29th October 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8487

So You Want The Good Bits Of "The System"
But Not The Bad Bits?

By Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life - 12th August 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8468

Turning Away From The Reflection
Of MANS Looking Glass

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
30th April 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8404

REMEDY

From Bare Dirt To Abundance
A Year In The Life Of The
Love For Life Food Forest

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
8th February 2013
51 Minutes 46 Seconds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sJCcCvZ97A

Control The Land
And You Control MAN On The Land
Displace MAN From Land
And You Turn MAN Into Slaves

Arthur & Fiona Cristian - Love For Life
April 2011 (Updated 14th September 2011)
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8237

The Divine Spark
Facebook Discussion With Raymond Karczewski
Arthur & Fiona Cristian & Others
2nd October 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8483

Capturing Another MANS Uniqueness
A Facebook Debate With
Arthur & Fiona Cristian - Love For Life
And Raymond Karczewski
Starting 13th May 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8414

The Spell Is Broken
Taking The Land To Create Kindom

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
3rd March 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8365

The Steps Of Kindom
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life 2006/2007
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8304

To explore these themes in greater detail go here where you can find links to all our Love For Life comments, articles, debates, discussions, videos, podcasts, etc: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3385

All the best
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life

Peaceful Transition Through Sacrifice And Service

We feel there is an essential peaceful do no harm transition required to get all of MAN back to standing on MANS feet without reliance upon another MAN for water, food, shelter. As it stands everyone in "The System" are highly dependent and reliant on the "group mind-set" that forms "The System" of slaves providing services and benefits for the emotionally addicted slaves to "The System" (and you can put us in the same basket too). The transition is to get MAN back to relying ONLY on nature without 3rd party interlopers, intermeddlers, interceders getting in the way. The transition is a team effort with the foresight for setting all of MAN free down-the-line so that MAN is no longer dependent on slaves and masters providing services, benefits, privileges and exclusivity while being bound to contracts, rituals, procedures, conditions, rules & regulations which compromises MAN severely.

This transition is all about shifting from limited liability/responsibility to full liability/responsibility. This full responsibility is all about caring for our health, nature all around us, clean uncorrupted (pure) water and food, partner/co-creator, children, shelter, animal-friends in partnership, etc. In "The System", we are already together destroying each other - we have to come together to create peace together so that we can all have peace. We cannot live peacefully when we are islands, not taking full responsibility for the lives of those around us until EVERYONE can take full responsibility for their life, which means that EVERYONE is healed of system trauma. In "The System", we all come together to make slaves of each other - now is the moment to come together to set each other free, to live for each other's freedom, peace, joy and abundance. Once we have set each other free, we are free.

Control The Land
And You Control MAN On The Land
Displace MAN From Land
And You Turn MAN Into Slaves

Arthur & Fiona Cristian - Love For Life
April 2011 (Updated 14th September 2011)
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8237

The Spell Is Broken
Taking The Land To Create Kindom

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
3rd March 2013
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8365

"The Steps Of Kindom"
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8304

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Once we fix these issues, we or our children or our descendants to come, can start focusing on the even bigger picture of getting back to where our ancestors were, as breatharyan's, before they fell into non-sense images to be enslaved by them.

All the best to you and your family
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life

The Cristian Family November 2006

The Cristian Family Declaration

The Cristian family and The Love for Life Campaign are apolitical, non-religious, non-violent, anti weapons, anti drugs (both pharmaceutical and recreational) and anti any ideology that denies the existence of Do No Harm Communities (Kindoms) and suppresses the uniqueness and freedom of all men, women and children.

The Cristian family and our Love For Life work is unaligned to any big business corporation, intelligence agency, government body, "system" law, "system" think tanks, "system" green or environmental movements, religion, cult, sect, society (fraternity, brotherhood, sisterhood, order, club, etc,) secret or not, hidden agenda, law or sovereignty group, occult, esoteric, New Age or Old Age.

The Cristian family supports and promotes the remedy that brings an everlasting peace, freedom, truth, joy, abundance and do no harm for all of life without causing loss of uniqueness or the need for having slaves and rulers. We are not into following the one in front or being shepherds for sheeple. Most importantly, we take full-responsibility for everything we think, feel and do.

The Cristian family are not Christians.

Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life

December 2006

The Cristian Family November 2006

THE CRISTIAN FAMILY PLEDGE

Being of clear brain, heart and intention, we each declare the following to be true:

• We have no intention of ending our own lives.

• We will not tolerate suppression of truth, ideas, freedom, or our work. We stand for freedom of speech.

• We stand together to support others in the expression of truths and freedom to speak out no matter how radical those ideas may seem.

• Standing for freedom takes courage; together we shall be strong in the face of all odds.

• If it is ever claimed that we have committed suicide, encountered an unfortunate accident, died of sickness/disease, disappeared, been institutionalized, or sold out financially or in any other way to self-interested factions, we declare those claims false and fabricated.

• We testify, assert and affirm without reservation, on behalf of all those who have dedicated their lives to the ending of secrecy and the promotion of freedom of thought, ideas and expression that we shall prevail.

• We Do Not Have Multiple Personality Disorders

Arthur Cristian
Fiona Cristian
Jasmin Lily Cristian
Emma Rose Cristian
Frances Hannah Cristian
Xanthe Jane Cristian

15th December 2006 (Edited/Updated 18th September 2011)

The Cristian Family November 2006

Update Regarding The Love For Life
Home Page And Quick User Guide

We are turning the Love for Life Quick User Guide http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6608 into a blog of all the main insights of our work since March 2005, whether through articles, videos, podcasts or discussions/debates.

As we do not have the time to compile everything we have written into a book, as many have suggested we do, compiling all our most important work into one area of the website is a way of providing easy access to this work so those interested are able to fully comprehend the big picture.

Instead of having to find our different articles, videos, etc, in various parts of the website, it will all be accessible here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6608 and here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3385.

Love For Life Videos

As amateurs and posted in the Quick User Guide below the Facebook links, we're currently creating and posting a series of videos called "The Dream Of Life" which covers the ground of all the Love For Life insights. We plan to have the videos completed by December 31st 2012. Once this is behind us, our intention is to create a 2 hour or so video covering the body of this work. All videos are embedded in the quick user guide http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6608 and uploaded in Arthur's YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/ArthurLoveForLife.

Love For Life Music

We have started recording songs, with others, that express the themes of Love For Life. They are now being posted on Arthur's YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/ArthurLoveForLife and are embedded in the quick user guide http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6608. We have over 100 songs to record. A few rough demos have already been used as the soundtrack on the first "Dream of Life" video.

About Us - Love For Life & The Cristian Family

Also, everything we, the Cristian family, have gone through, from bank fraud and the theft of the family home to death threats and attempts on Arthur's life, is documented in the Quick User Guide too. If you, the reader, are prepared to put the effort in, you will comprehend the extent to which we have all been tricked into becoming slaves, giving up our uniqueness and our full-responsibility for life and destroying everything of life to the point where life is in danger of dying out completely. You will also comprehend the remedy to all this chaos; a remedy that requires only love for life and the determination to do what needs to be done. Though our focus is very strongly on the remedy that creates a world of freedom, truth, peace, joy, abundance and Do No Harm for all of life without loss of uniqueness or the need for slaves and rulers, we realise that it is vital to comprehend how to get there and what stops us from getting there. This is why there is so much information on the hows and whys of everything going wrong in the world today. We are not into peddling conspiracy theories, we are into routing out all forms of organised crime.

Saturday 26th November 2011

Arthur and Fiona Cristian
Love For Life

Website: http://loveforlife.com.au
Email: action@loveforlife.com.au
Mobile: 0011 61 418 203204 - (0418 203204)
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MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/loveforlifemusic
Google + Fiona Cristian: https://plus.google.com/100490175160871610090
Register To The Love For Life Mailing List: http://loveforlife.com.au/content/09/05/14/mailing-list

1. For The Body Of The Love For Life Work by Arthur and Fiona Cristian

Which Unravels The Reasons For The Chaos, Mayhem and Confusion Being Experienced In The World Today, Explains The Need For "Community Immunity" and Responsibility, and Focuses On The Creation Of Kindoms - Do No Harm, Life-Sustainable Communities (As The Remedy That Heals All Mans Woes) - And How We Can Co-Create Them. For Comments, Articles And Discussions, Go Here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3385 - Also Go Here To See Podcasts And Videos Posted by Arthur & Fiona Cristian: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/7309 - The Information Shared Comes From Inspiration, Intuition, Heartfelt-Logic And Information Gathered From Nature And Many Amazing Men And Women Along The Way. It Is Not Found In Any Books Or Channellings, Or Talked About By "Experts". Go Here To Read A Brief Synopsis Of Why We Started Love For Life: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/8182

2. For Information About The Ringing Cedars of Russia Series

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/1125 and for more on Eco Homes, Villages, Organic and Permaculture Gardening and Life-Sustainability, etc, go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3641 and here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/1985 and Mikhail Petrovich Shchetinin - Kin's School - Lycee School at Tekos: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/5173

3. For How To Eat A Raw, Living Food Diet,

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/5068 - LIFE is information. When we distort LIFE and then eat, drink, absorb, think, feel, hear, see, touch, taste, smell and perform these distortions, the information of LIFE, your LIFE, our LIFE, our children's lives, everyone's LIFE, is distorted.

4. To Find A Menu For The Extensive Research Library (over 8,000 items posted embodying over 11,000 documents, pdf's, videos, podcasts, etc)

Which Covers Topics From Health to Chemtrails/Haarp to Brain Control to Archaeology to Astronomy Geocentricity Heliocentricity to Pandemics Bird Flu Swine Flu to Fluoride to Cancer to Free Energy to Global Warming, 9/11, Bali Bombings, Aspartame, MSG, Vaccinations, Aids/HIV, Mercury, New World Order, Satanism, Religions, Cults, Sects, Symbolism, etc, etc, go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/82

5. If You Would Like To Read About The Cristian Family NSW Supreme Court Case

(Macquarie Bank/Perpetual Limited Bank Fraud Condoned By Judges, Registrars, Barristers, Lawyers, Politicians, Public Servants, Bureaucrats, Big Business and Media Representatives - A Crime Syndicate/Terrorist Organisation) Which Prompted The Creation Of This Love For Life Website December 2006, And The Shooting And Torture Of Supporters Who Assisted Us In Reclaiming The Family Home, Joe Bryant And His Wife, Both In Their Late 70's, go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/5 And Read Some Of Our Email Correspondence With Lawyer Paul Kean - Macedone Christie Willis Solari Partners - Miranda Sydney May 17th-June 27th 2006: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/7300

6. For The Stories Of Other Victims Of The System,

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/australian_stories (If you have a story you would like us to put up, we would love to here from you:
action @ loveforlife.com.au)

7. For Documentation Of Harm Done By The Powers-That-Be And Their Representatives,

Evidence Revealing How Victims Did Not Break The Peace, Caused No Crime or Harm, There Were No Injured Parties. Documenting Incontrovertible Evidence Demonstrating How The Powers That Be (PTB) And Their Lackeys Will Break All The Laws They Are Supposed To Uphold. They Will Kidnap, Intimidate, Terrorise, Rape, Pillage, Plunder And Lie And Take Responsibility For None Of It. All Part Of Their Tactics Of Using Fear And Trauma To Keep Us In Our Place. Relatives Of Those Under Their Radar Are Also Not Safe From Attack And Intimidation. All Starting From A $25 Fine For Not Voting And A $65 Fine For Not Changing A Dog Registration. We Do Not Have Freedom And Can Only Appear To Have Freedom If We Comply. Regardless How Small The Matter The PTB Throw Hundreds Of Thousands Of Dollars Away To Enforce Their Will.... Go Here:
Fiona Cristian Reply To State Debt Recovery Office - Part One to Part Ten - From 17th October 2008 And Still Continuing:
http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6319 or
Fiona Cristian Reply To State Debt Recovery Office
Part One: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/5742 - From 17th October 2008
Part Two: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6135 - From 18th December 2008
Part Three: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6295 - From 9th January 2009
Part Four: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6296 - From 14th January 2009
Part Five: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6375 - The Sick Puppy - From 20th February 2009
Part Six: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6390 - Police Officers, Sheriff’s Officers, Tow Truck Driver and State Debt Recovery Office Blatantly Ignore the Law To Rape, Pillage and Plunder The Private Property Of Fiona Cristian - From 11th March 2009
Part Seven: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6445 - Affidavit Of Truth - Letter To The Queen + Australia: Fascism is Corporatism - From 30th March 2009
Part Eight: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6652 - The Pirates Auction And The Ghost Of VSL386 - From 4th April 2009
Part Nine: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/7073 - Arthur Cristian's Letter To Pru Goward MP - From 15th December 2009
Part Ten: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/7500 - Should We Be In Fear Of Those Who Claim To Protect Us? "Roman Cult" Canon Law - Ecclesiastical Deed Poll - The Work Of Frank O'Collins - From 13th October 2010

8. If You Are Interested In Information On Freedom From Statutes, Rule-Of-Law, Free Man/Free Woman, Strawman, "Person" and Admiralty Law (The Law Of Commerce),

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/895 - For Common Law, Democracy, Constitution, Trial By Jury, Fee Simple, etc, go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/category/main/law-articles-documents

9. If You Are Interested In Banking and Money Created (Fiat/Credit/Debt/Mortgage/Loan/Overdraft etc) Out-Of-Thin-Air, How Banks Counterfeit Money,

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/banks

10. For A List Of All The Latest Posts In The Love For Life Website,

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/tracker

11. For Links To Many Hundreds Of Videos, DVDs And Podcasts

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/video_dvd

12. To See The Cristian Family Pledge, Legal and other Disclaimers

go here: http://loveforlife.com.au/content/06/12/05/love-life-legal-disclaimer

13. To Read About How A Representative Of The NSW Jewish Board Of Deputies Had Threatened To Shut Down The Love For Life Website

go here: Part One: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6616 Part Two: THE STEVE JOHNSON REPORT AND VIDEO: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6665 and Part Three: Latest Update On James Von Brunn: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6673

Conscious Love Always
Arthur & Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
action @ loveforlife.com.au
www.loveforlife.com.au
0418 203204 (int: 0011 61 418 203204)
PO Box 1320 Bowral 2576 NSW Australia

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ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER

Note: Updated Wednesday 17th June 2009 8.00pm Sydney Time.

Love For Life does not support harm doing in any shape or form. However, we are supporters of free speech and post articles, documentaries, etc, that represent a wide cross section of ideas. See the Love For Life extensive research library where over 11,000 individual documents, articles, videos, podcasts and debates/discussions are posted: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/82. We clearly see the evidence of the destruction to MAN and Earth that has been caused by ALL religions over the centuries and are therefore not supporters of religions, cults, sects or any group that demands conformity of thought, speech or action, or has rules, regulations or rituals that must be followed. Religions, nationalities and cultural "identities" are formed as a result of the brainwashing we receive from childhood. They are part of the tactics the Establishment uses to keep us all divided from one another and fighting one another.

All religions promote discrimination and division, leading to hatred and even violence and murder. None of them have yet to produce a remedy to all the suffering, poverty, unhappiness and discrimination in the world. If any religion truly had the remedy to all the suffering on earth, there would no longer be any suffering. What have Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism, atheism and the New Age done to end the suffering in the world?

The Love For Life website has information from all sides on many subjects, whether about Islam, Judaism, Christianity, Law, health, psychology, mind control, vaccination, aspartame, MSG, Chemtrails etc. There are over 11,000 individual articles, documentaries, etc on the website and they are so diverse that we are sure that everyone would be able to find something they loved and something they hated, if they took the time to search. If we removed all the articles hated by everyone, there would probably be nothing left! We are not anti anyone but freedom of speech is freedom of speech and no one should condemn the work of another without taking the time to research the subject themselves. Yes, there are articles by those who have a less-than-rosy-viewpoint of Judaism, but there are also articles on the dark side of Tibetan Buddhism (and it is very dark) for those who are interested in the truth: Tibet - Buddhism - Dalai Lama: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6271 Should the authors of these articles be abused and imprisoned for daring to challenge the widely conceived reputation of Buddhism as being the religion of peace and love and that of the Dalai Lama as a saint, or should those interested be allowed to study the work and come to their own conclusions? The same applies to all the articles, documentaries, etc, about Christianity, Islam, Freemasonry, New World Order, etc.

The Love for Life website also shows how the Rule of Law, the Bar, the Government, the Monarchy, the system of commerce, the local, national and multi/trans-national private corporations, all the courses and careers on offer from our universities, all the educators, scientists, academics and experts, the aristocrats and the Establishment bloodlines have also done NOTHING to end the suffering in the world. The website maps the insanity of a world where there is no help for those in need, just as there was no help available for us when we were victims of terrible bank fraud: http://loveforlife.com.au/court_case orchestrated, condoned and protected by an international crime syndicate/terrorist organisation of judges, barristers, registrars, lawyers, politicians, banksters, big business representatives, media moguls and other lackeys who, all together, put up a wall of silence despite our trying many, many avenues. After the family home was stolen and business destroyed we were left close to poverty and destitution caring for 4 young daughters. Three years later not much has changed regardless of all our efforts. Where were all the followers of all the religions to help us? Or do we have to be members of those religions to receive help from others involved in them?

We have been accused of being anti - Jewish because we had posted an excerpt from James von Brun's book: Kill the Best Gentiles! http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6054 in which he blames Jews for the problems of the world. Obviously this is not our view because of what we have stated above. We do not hate anyone, whatever religion they follow. We are always open to talk to any religious leader or politician and meet with any judge, member of the Bar, experts, academics, educators etc to share the remedy we offer that heals all the divisions between MAN and MAN, and MAN and EARTH.

Today, a representative of the New South Wales Jewish Board of Deputies is threatening to close the website down, because they have decided it is anti - Jewish and that we promote racism. What has the New South Wales Jewish Board of Deputies done to end the suffering in the world? Can they show that they are concerned with the suffering of ALL men, women and children AND ARE SEEN TO BE DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT or are they only concerned with Jewish affairs? If so, they, along with all the other religions that only care for their own, are part of the problem, not part of the solution. The man who rang Arthur today was only concerned with Jewish affairs; he was not interested in our intentions or in anybody else, just as most Christians, Muslims, Sikhs, Catholics, etc, are only interested in their own. While we separate our lives into groups, dividing our lives from others with rules, regulations, rituals, procedures, conditions and contracts, we will never solve our problems.

No matter what we in the Western World Civilisation of Commerce have been promised by our politicians, religious leaders, scientists, educators, philosophers, etc, for the past two hundred years, all we have seen is ever-increasing destruction of men, women and children and Earth. None of the so-called experts and leaders we have been taught to rely on are coming up with a solution and none of them are taking full-responsibility for the fact that they can't handle the problem. All religious books talk about end times full of destruction and suffering but why do we have to follow this program when there is an alternative to hatred, mayhem and death? Why are our leaders following the program of destruction and death rather than exploring the do no harm alternatives? It seems that any mainstream politician, priest or academic are only interested in supporting the RULES OF THE DIVIDE, that maintain the haves and the have nots. For 200+ years, 99% of the world population have been so trained to pass on their responsibility for their lives, others and Earth, that the 1% of the population that make up the leaders of the rest of us are making all the decisions leading to the destruction of all of us and Earth. Let's not forget the education system that brainwashes the 99% of the population that we are free and have equal rights while, in fact, we are feathering the nests of those at the top.

At the root of all our problems is self-centredness, an unwillingness nurtured by the Establishment that keeps us concerned only with our own needs rather than the needs of others around us and Earth. Instead of creating and releasing acts of love for those around us as gifts to benefit them and Earth, we take, take and take, until there is nothing left. The whole point of the Love for Life website is to show people the root of all our problems and to share the remedy. The extensive research library is there to attract browsers and to provide access to information not available through mainstream channels. If the New South Wales Jewish Board of Deputies can, after careful examination of our work, prove that anything we are saying is wrong, we will be happy to accept their proof. If they cannot, and they are still insistent on closing the website down, they will be showing themselves to be traitors to MAN because they are not interested in pursuing any avenue that can end the suffering in the world.

All religions, corporations and organisations that support and maintain the Western World Civilisation of Commerce are part of the problem because our civilisation is a world of haves and have nots, exclusivity, privilege, racism, violence, hatred, poverty, sickness, discrimination, abuse, starvation, homelessness, corruption, collusion, vindictiveness, social unrest, arrogance, ignorance, fear, war and chaos. While we support civilisation, we support death and destruction.

If we truly want peace and freedom for all, we have to let go of all that which keeps us divided, and come together as MAN, conscious living co-creators of creation/life. The Love For Life website offers a remedy to the problems we all face in the form of DO NO HARM COMMUNITIES (KINDOMS): http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6608 - http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3641 For more details see here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/6511 and here: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/3385 - We also highly recommend that everyone read the brilliant Russian books called The Ringing Cedars: http://loveforlife.com.au/node/1125 - The Love For Life homepage/front-page also provides lots of inspiring remedy based information: http://loveforlife.com.au - If you want to be kept up to date with our work please register to the Love For Life mailing list here: http://loveforlife.com.au/campaign_list We usually send two postings per month. Presently (September 2011) there are over 7000 registrations reaching over 500,000 readers across Earth. The website now (September 2011) receives up to 12 million hits per month. Since December 2006, over 100 million people have visited the Love For Life website.

Conscious Love Always
Arthur and Fiona Cristian
Love For Life
17th June 2009