White desert … The deafening silence of the frozen world west of the Nile. In the west, the sun dies daily. And the world plunges into darkness. Once upon a time, in the days of the Atlanteans, there was a sea here – boundless, like infinity and just as dangerous for the careless. Traveling in a jeep through the desert is like sailing, although the jeep is certainly not a “desert ship” – too fast and too noisy. It distracts from thoughts about the eternal. Therefore, the desert can be heard only at the parking lots. Only then do you understand what TI-SHI-HA is. Only then the magic of calmness gradually wraps up the inflamed brain, kills petty vanity and agitated thoughts, woven into a snake ball by everyday chores and relationships.

Calmness and humility are the qualities necessary for cognition of this majestic space with alien landscapes, where the words “water” and “shadow” have a special price, because during the day it is unbearably hot, and the midday sun is not the sun at all, but almighty, capable of incinerating, god Ra, testing the traveler for strength.

“Is it snow or sea foam?” – you think, looking at the white placers that have sprinkled the waves of golden dunes, and then you notice snowy hills, similar to souffle, prepared by a heavenly pastry chef, a frog princess with a crown on her head, frozen in anticipation of her prince, who is about to pull the bowstring and carelessly will launch an arrow, the head of a turtle emerging from the foam, a chalk snowman who seems to be waiting for his nose to be finally attached and eyes and mouth drawn. “Who lives in the house? – asks you a curious donkey with a sad look. “Let me cool off in the shade, eh?”
At night you sit and gaze into the sky woven with diamond scattering. You see the Milky Way – the heavenly reflection of the Nile, the three stars of Orion on the belt of Osiris, the Moon, which is climbing a palm branch and you realize that this is not the Moon at all, but the divine Isis – a heavenly beacon pointing the way back to the sun that disappeared beyond the horizon. And suddenly you feel that your restless, tattered inner world, which is not peace at all, but a war with yourself: with the desires and passions of a restless body, freezes in the lulling embrace of space, in which everything is harmonious, everything is in place and in place: the sky , stars, the moon, silhouettes of stone statues, lovingly created by Nature, and you yourself are a passenger of a spaceship, which rushes into the unknown future of the era of Aquarius.

And you know that in the morning sunny Khepri will again blow up the horizon line, marking the victory of light over darkness. Eternal struggle …

You breathe silence here. In such silence, you expect the unusual. A gray-haired old man in white robes of camel hair and a Sufi cap, who knew, if not the Truth, then at least the truth about our fleeting life and its meaning. Questions “who am I?” and “why did you come to this world?” appear by themselves. But the answer to these questions is not painfully sought. As an inspiration you suddenly realize: “I am a particle of this world and the Universe. I have come to be a part of it and to know the whole. Happiness is in knowledge, unity and harmony. I am a microcosm. Part of the universe. Not a creature with animal instincts, but a divine creation with mind and soul. ”

White desert … The deafening silence of the frozen world west of the Nile. In the west, the sun dies daily. And the world plunges into darkness. Once upon a time, in the days of the Atlanteans, there was a sea here – boundless, like infinity and just as dangerous for the careless. Traveling in a jeep through the desert is like sailing, although the jeep is certainly not a “desert ship” – too fast and too noisy. It distracts from thoughts about the eternal. Therefore, the desert can be heard only at the parking lots. Only then do you understand what TI-SHI-HA is. Only then the magic of calmness gradually wraps up the inflamed brain, kills petty vanity and agitated thoughts, woven into a snake ball by everyday chores and relationships.

Calmness and humility are the qualities necessary for cognition of this majestic space with alien landscapes, where the words “water” and “shadow” have a special price, because during the day it is unbearably hot, and the midday sun is not the sun at all, but almighty, capable of incinerating, god Ra, testing the traveler for strength.

“Is it snow or sea foam?” – you think, looking at the white placers that have sprinkled the waves of golden dunes, and then you notice snowy hills, similar to souffle, prepared by a heavenly pastry chef, a frog princess with a crown on her head, frozen in anticipation of her prince, who is about to pull the bowstring and carelessly will launch an arrow, the head of a turtle emerging from the foam, a chalk snowman who seems to be waiting for his nose to be finally attached and eyes and mouth drawn. “Who lives in the house? – asks you a curious donkey with a sad look. “Let me cool off in the shade, eh?”
At night you sit and gaze into the sky woven with diamond scattering. You see the Milky Way – the heavenly reflection of the Nile, the three stars of Orion on the belt of Osiris, the Moon, which is climbing a palm branch and you realize that this is not the Moon at all, but the divine Isis – a heavenly beacon pointing the way back to the sun that disappeared beyond the horizon. And suddenly you feel that your restless, tattered inner world, which is not peace at all, but a war with yourself: with the desires and passions of a restless body, freezes in the lulling embrace of space, in which everything is harmonious, everything is in place and in place: the sky , stars, the moon, silhouettes of stone statues, lovingly created by Nature, and you yourself are a passenger of a spaceship, which rushes into the unknown future of the era of Aquarius.

And you know that in the morning sunny Khepri will again blow up the horizon line, marking the victory of light over darkness. Eternal struggle …

You breathe silence here. In such silence, you expect the unusual. A gray-haired old man in white robes of camel hair and a Sufi cap, who knew, if not the Truth, then at least the truth about our fleeting life and its meaning. Questions “who am I?” and “why did you come to this world?” appear by themselves. But the answer to these questions is not painfully sought. As an inspiration you suddenly realize: “I am a particle of this world and the Universe. I have come to be a part of it and to know the whole. Happiness is in knowledge, unity and harmony. I am a microcosm. Part of the universe. Not a creature with animal instincts, but a divine creation with mind and soul. “