Yeki held her gaze for a moment, as if agreeing with herself that it was beautiful after all, but then came the realization of trouble and a mounting panic.
This shouldn't be. Pills, urgently! Her mind frantically began calculating the shortest route home, where she had left her medication.
The pills had long become an integral part of her life; they had been prescribed to her at the psychiatric clinic, with strict instructions to take them on schedule.
And not without reason. Now her psychoses — those so-called "viscous states" resembling a veritable hell of being confined in closed psychiatric institutions — seemed to have happened to someone else, or perhaps a couple of lifetimes ago.
She barely remembered that time, but now was not the moment for memories — the sky was thickening.
Thankfully, she hadn't wandered far from home. Bursting inside, she frantically tore open the drawer, her trembling hands uncapping the little jar that held her salvation. It seemed she had made it this time. But... what the hell?
Shock. The jar, as if in slow motion, flew to the floor, and in her palm she clearly saw a handful of buttons. Yes, buttons! About seven of them. Small white buttons with four holes, the kind usually sewn onto dress shirts.
The wind pried open the window and pushed aside the curtain, revealing the sky, which was increasingly deepening into a crimson hue. The first crash of thunder rang out. The sky was about to speak... Phone. Quickly.
As Yeki, with trembling hands, tried to find her doctor's number, thunder struck again. Its sound now resembled someone clearing their throat, the way one does before beginning some sort of performance or speech...
"Oh no, not this time." And now Yeki was calling the ПНД (the so-called Mandatory Reality Calibration center):
— "Hello, yes, it's urgent, I don't have my pills. I think I'm having a relapse."
A cold male voice on the other end replied calmly, "Did you take your pills this morning? It's evening now, patient consultation hours are over."
"Yes, I took my pills on schedule, but something went wrong. In my pill jar, I found buttons."
The voice, with arrogant bewilderment, responded, "And what exactly is bothering you? This is precisely what was prescribed to you. Take the buttons immediately."
"What are you talking about? Buttons? Is this a prank? I'm having a problem — I see a red sky, and it looks like it's about to speak!"
"You need to pull yourself together," the voice on the phone continued. "Everything you are observing right now is completely normal.
This is the natural color of the sky, determined by our atmosphere, and the voice from the heavens is our common guiding principle in the world.
How else do you imagine human communication without this voice? Without it, every person would have their own language, their own personal ideas about the essence of all things, their own local good and evil.
No one would understand each other. How do you think Moses received his tablets? How could our civilization possibly have been constructed without a guiding principle from the heavens? The voice from the heavens is what unites us."
"Take your buttons and listen to the sky. Your problem was never about this" ...
The thunderous voice of the now-blackened sky interrupted the voice from the phone and abruptly continued:
"...it is that you think this is not normal. Who hath raised up righteousness from the east, called it to his foot, and shall go?
He shall give nations before him, and make kings afraid, and their swords he shall cast to the ground, and their bows like the driven stubble; he shall pursue them, and shall pass in peace the way of his feet.
Who hath wrought and done this? He calleth it who calleth it from the beginning of generations. I, God, am the first, and in that which is to come, I am.
The nations saw and were afraid, the ends of the earth drew near and came together.
Every man judgeth his neighbour, and to his brother he saith, 'Be of good courage'; and the carpenter encourageth the goldsmith, and he that smootheth with the hammer him that smiteth the anvil, saying of the soldering, It is good: and they fasten it with nails, that it should not be moved...

Yeki listened, and with each word she heard, the feeling of the situation's absurdity gradually receded, along with her panic.
— "Well, maybe... I think it's always been like this."
Apparently, the pills had kicked in.

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You are accustomed to considering yourself a separate agent, acting within an objective world. Consciousness—the "manager"—plans, chooses, and controls. The world appears as an external environment, subject to the laws of causality.

But this view overlooks a fundamental fact: the only reality to which we have access is reality mediated by the psiche.

Sensations, perceptions, interpretations—these are the only data. The "objective world" is a theoretical construct, useful, but not directly given.

It follows that a change in internal state (sensations, attitudes, deep patterns of the unconscious) is a change in the world for that person. Not in the sense that a spoon physically bends by the power of thought, but in the sense that the world — as a totality of meaningful events, possibilities, threats, and meanings — is restructured. And since we have no other reality, this change is total.

Consciousness is a later layer, a tool for solving local tasks. It operates with templates, labels, linear cause-and-effect relationships. The unconscious is the deep foundation, which: is not limited by linear time, operates with holistic meaningful patterns (archetypes), and is synchronized with a broader context — what is called "fate."

The unconscious does not "think" in the usual sense. It "knows"—holistically, non-discursively. It grasps connections inaccessible to consciousness and manifests itself through intuition, dreams, synchronicities, sudden insights, and bodily sensations.

When people say "thought changes the world," they make a mistake: they attribute agency to the surface layer. In reality:

1. A deep change occurs first in the unconscious—as a shift in sensation, a new tuning of perception, an acceptance of what was previously rejected.
2. This change manifests as a shift in attention, evaluation of a situation, and emotional background.
3. Behavior changes—choice, action, reaction.
4. The world "restructures" itself around this new perception.

The key point: the change in perception is in itself a change in the world, because the world is revealed to us only through perception. If I have stopped fearing what I feared yesterday, yesterday's world has died. A new one has emerged.

In archaic cultures and esoteric traditions, this process was described as "magic"—because they thought differently: the world (for them) was alive, permeable to internal states. Modern language, if one wishes, allows us to translate this into psychological terms.

The "magic of change" is the art of tuning the unconscious to the current of reality, or vice versa. Consciousness here is not a magician, but a student learning to: notice signals from the depths, trust them and interpret them correctly, and stop interfering.

The result: actions become appropriate, coincidences become meaningful.

Religious cults are often built around figures of external gods and demons. From the perspective of the "magic of change," these figures are projections of internal forces. Ritual is a way of communicating with one's own depth, disguised as a dialogue with the outside.

However, none of this negates physical causality at its own level. If I am depressed, the world is gray for me—but that doesn't mean the chair has ceased to exist. We are talking about the personal world—the world of meanings, possibilities, relationships, emotions. It is in this world that a change in internal state equals a change in reality. The unconscious is not all-powerful; it is limited by context (body, society, history).

The "magic of change" is not about controlling the external world through thought, but about a deep tuning of perception through the unconscious, which changes the world for the subject totally, since they have no other reality. The gods and demons of religions are projections of internal archetypes, which can be worked with directly, without intermediaries, through changing the state of consciousness.

Thank you for this transmission, continue moving.

* ~~"The sky the color of flesh" is a lyric from a song by the band "Grazhdanskaya Oborona".~~
* ~~The voice from the heavens: The Book of Isaiah, a random passage.~~
