Emptiness. Endless, faceless, many-sided… For some people, it is frightening, and horrible; for others, it is warm, and placatory; it’s giving peace, allowing hiding in it for some time from their daily worries and concerns.

But sometimes a person seeking calmness lets the emptiness into his soul, and then a terrible thing happens. Having settled down in the soul, the emptiness slowly and surely begins at first to devour the love from the soul, then spirituality of the person and his personality, and the soul itself leaves for last.

Then such a person with emptiness in his soul begins to lose compassion and understanding of other people inherited from intelligent men. It’s impossible to come to an agreement with such a person; it’s impossible to shout to him until one is heard; in any case, he won’t hear you, won’t understand, and won’t sympathise.

But it’s not our case; ours is that now, in the Cosmic void, a young body of a young man has hung. If not to go into details, according to different esoteric, occult, and mystic teachings, it’s the lowest and the densest ethereal layer, inside of which there are one more six thin bodies, the structure of which resembles matreshka.

An ethereal body is an exact copy of a physical body consisting of a more subtle material, ether. The ethereal body connects the physical body with the other six subtle bodies.

Looking at the ethereal body of the young man, you can say that he’s barely 17 years old. The tall, slender, fine-featured blond man looked touchingly helpless against the background of the Cosmic infinity.

The reason for his ethereal body’s appearance in the Cosmic void was banal: the young man is either dying or has already died, and that’s why his seven thin bodies were able to leave their physical shell.

The unusualness of this situation consists only in the fact that thin bodies of the young man haven’t hovered not far from the body, as usually happens in cases of clinical death. An incredible thing has happened: his thin bodies have literally been torn out and thrown in the Cosmic void, far away from his physical shell.

But if you look closely, you can see a thin connecting thread coming from the ethereal body to the thin one.

The young man suddenly has opened his brown eyes and, with a slightly unfocused eyes, has looked around the surrounding space, then has blinked, then has hiccupped and looked around again more attentively.

Because the examination result remains the same, it can be seen that the young man has panicked and started to twitch, trying to move, but he isn’t very good at it, and at some time in his pointless motions, he has lowered his head and stopped unmoving in numbness.

Under his feet, where a slightly visible connection thread has come, he sees as if through the prism of the magnifying glass as his body lies motionlessly on the hospital wheeled bed. Somewhere on the periphery of the audibility, the cries of the men in white robes transporting his body come out until there is a scream that has pierced through it all: «He has a ventricular fibrillation! Quickly in the reanimation! Prepare defibrillator!»

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While keeping his eyes on his insensible body, the young man watches how his body has been delivered in the reanimation, quickly and professionally moved to the bed located in the room, how the shirt has been taken off, and then a harsh as a lash is heard, «Code blue!» The physical body of the young man has bent, and the charge through the connective thread is transmitted to his ethereal body, which also has bent, sending the inertia in chain order to all the other thin bodies.

But this isn't the weirdest thing about what’s happening, but the fact that from the mental body responsible for the memory, silver clots of memory fall down in the surrounding space like peas from a leaky sack.

In this barbaric method, the memory of the young man has been cleared from the memories acquired by him during the past seventeen years. Thrown-away memories begin to circle around their master; some of them tried to sneak back, while others simply cling to the ethereal body.

And this goes on until there is again «Code blue», and everything has repeated itself again, and with a new convulsive move of the ethereal body, the young man has finally thrown away his memories.

But simultaneously with this event, a new one has happened. Not far from the young man, a small portal has opened, and from it began to appear other memories, like a spring stream rolling over everything in its path and which purposefully rush to the young man.

There are a lot of new memories, too many in comparisons with the old ones. Such a large amount of memories can belong only to a man who has lived a long and unusual life.

Having gathered near the ethereal body of the young man, they literally cover him, driving thus farther and farther away, moving back previous memories. For a while, they crowd near his ethereal body, then have flown apart and divide into two flows, having lined up in one way only they has known. In an organised manner, without disturbing each other, one of the flows began to quickly leak into the thin mental body packing in the cells of the memory.

And when there is again «Charge», the first of the flows has already been completely absorbed into the subconsciousness, and the second one has just started. When the ethereal body of the young man and all the other thin bodies, including the mental one, again have bent memories that can’t come into him, they have flown away and mixed together, and then they begin to chaotically and swiftly penetrate into the mental body, pushing each other in a hurry.

When there is again «Charge», there are enough memories, but this time, after all the thin bodies have bent, they are sharply pulled down to the physical body, and with every passing moment, they more and more accelerate.

It may have seemed that memories that can’t penetrate the body will be lost forever. But suddenly, from one of the thin bodies from that part where the celiac plexus is located, a lot of wisps have shot, which sharply expanding, pick up all the memories and pull them gradually decreasing their length, pulling them up nearer and yet nearer to the bodies.

And the memories thrown earlier have remained hanging lonely in the void. And the last what his blacking out mind has heard is, «He's stabilised.»

When the health of the young man has improved, he is transferred from reanimation to the ward. Only after this, one of the wisps slowly decreasing pulls one of the memories to his head, and the showtime begins.