When we close our eyes, life does not stop. Our soul rushes into the tunnel of dreams, only the body, like a vessel, awaits our return. No one knows where the tracks will take us, and who we will be in those dimensions. Maybe one of us will become a hero of foreign lands or, on the contrary, an exile? So, waking up and falling asleep day after day, we come to the understanding that we live several lives at once, only in different parallels - not so far from each other. The angels continue to form a legion of warriors for each of your sacred lives. Each of them is built on a meaning that is blithely neglected, throwing overboard the wasted dunes. We forget about our mission and purpose, repeating and repeating the past stage of mistakes. When will insight come and at least one life out of many others will be spent usefully? Do you hear the voice? – he continues to talk to you...