The story of the creation of this book is as unusual as the work itself. It all began with the first electronic edition in Russian – just 36 pages, but even those managed to resonate in the hearts of readers, sparking a deep response. The book began to gain attention in Russian-speaking media, and I realized: this impulse was not accidental. It was a sign that the world needed something more, and my modest work was just the beginning of the journey. Inspired by underwater dives and deep personal development, I felt that one day something greater would emerge – a work that would be both personal and universal, opening new layers of understanding and connecting people with their true essence.
The following three years became a true journey of transformation for me. I changed, pushing the boundaries of my consciousness, and constantly received messages confirming that the book should become part of this path. It felt like a Call, leading me through necessary labyrinths to free myself from the unnecessary, and, in the dance of freedom of consciousness, receiving enough internal light impulses – flashes of the soul – to reveal and complete the work. I felt that this moment was what my entire life had been leading to. And then, after going through the process of detaching from attachments to the material world, or rather, stepping out of its "system," I had a dream – bright and filled with light – in which I saw my book, already published and fully designed in its impressive size. I could feel its density and heard the rustling of its pages as I leafed through it. Since childhood, I’ve been able to distinguish dreams as messages, and this one was just that – real, carrying clear knowledge. Soon after, other dreams followed, confirming that the book already existed, and its time had come. This process felt like revelations, woven from signs and symbols. I felt the Universe itself guiding me to publication, directing each step.
The flow of creativity completely consumed me. Miracles became part of almost every day and dream, and inspiration became my breath. I woke up at five in the morning, feeling an irresistible need to write, as if my book were a living being requiring care. “I’m going to feed my little girl, the book,” I would tell my husband, heading out to fill its pages with light, experience, and love.
At the beginning of work, I had a dream where I saw a tiny daughter, the size of a palm, sleeping on my left shoulder. There was an incredible force of attraction between us – a sincere and tender Love. Later, I was shown my daughter as a full-sized newborn, and our connection with her felt just as boundless. I gently swaddled the baby and asked my husband to find more swaddling clothes – everything happened so unexpectedly that we hadn’t prepared for her birth. Holding this miraculous bundle in my left arm, I lovingly took care of household chores and then lay down with her in bed, breastfeeding her.
I felt an invisible, yet infinitely wise force guiding me through this process. All the signs, dreams, and messages formed a unified picture, as if someone were patiently painting it on the canvas of my consciousness. The Universe itself seemed to be saying, "Trust, and everything will unfold as it should." Time seemed to slow down, allowing me to realize the depth of what was happening. The dreams became more vivid, and the feeling that my "little one" already existed grew stronger with each passing day. I perceived her as a living being, ready to come to life.
