The history of the creation of “Dead Souls. Alice Sebold "The Lovely Bones"
Where does the soul come from before birth - descends from heaven to earth? Where was she before birth, appearance in man?
Hegumen Ambrose (Ermakov) answers:
The question of the origin of the human soul has not been completely answered by the Word of God. As St. Cyril of Alexandria says, this is “a mystery known to God alone.” The Church does not offer us a strictly defined teaching on this subject. Therefore, we can talk about the origin of souls on the basis of theological opinions and the attitude of the Church to these opinions. One of central places in Origen's dogmatic system there was a doctrine of pre-existence human souls. Origen inherited this view from the philosophy of Plato. We will not dwell in detail on the content of this teaching, we will only say that it: a) contradicts the teaching of Holy Scripture about the consequences of the sin of our ancestors, b) is not capable of explaining the fact of the incarnation, c) is associated with the doctrine of universal restoration condemned by the Church. In the middle of the 6th century, Origen's teachings were condemned by the Church. There is an opinion that God created every soul from nothing. (Hieromartyr Irenaeus of Lyons, Saint Ephraim the Syrian, Blessed Theodoret, Saint John Chrysostom, etc.). Some saints talk about the creation of the soul together with the body, others about the creation of the soul on the 40th day after conception. Weak side This opinion is that it does not explain the transition of Adam’s sinful corruption to the entire human race, and also how children inherit the qualities of their parents. There is another opinion about the birth of human souls from the souls of parents. (Tertullian, St. Gregory the Theologian, St. Gregory of Nyssa, St. Macarius the Great and others). This theological opinion also does not answer all questions. For example, the soul comes from the soul of the father, mother or both parents; Nor does it explain the cases of striking dissimilarity between children and parents. After the V Ecumenical Council, the opinion about the creation of human souls began to prevail; later, the doctrine of the birth of souls became more widespread. Both of these opinions complement each other.
The laws of the spiritual world are not known to us. We can only assume that a person receives a soul from his parents, but a person becomes a person, unique and unrepeatable, as a result of a special Divine influence.
...Once upon a time, a long time ago, the Creator created a small beautiful Soul!
YOUR Soul!
And he breathed the breath of Life into her, smiled and put part of his big heart into her, admired his creation and decided to give her a piece of his Power as well!
And this Soul flew smiling into the world, enjoying sun rays and playing with other solar souls….
They saw how planets and Universes were created, how they grew and changed, how sunlight includes life forms on these planets.
Then the creation of planet Earth began... People appeared... Big, beautiful, fair-haired, they communicated through images and thoughts, transmitting the energy of these images with their eyes...
They created forms on the planet, columns and buildings, crystals and nature, controlled the elements and flows of energy... Then there was no night and there was no darkness, there was light and joy...
...From that moment only the almost forgotten phrase “GOD created us in his own image and likeness” remained. YES, exactly, in your own image and likeness! He created you as the most beloved child of God and admired his creation for a long time. And then how loving parent, believing in his child, let him walk with his feet on the Earth, explore his land himself, build houses and ships, love and create children in his own image and likeness).
And people began to live, create, create, grow, build... This was all a long time ago, then people lived in harmony with themselves, with nature, with God, they felt a connection with him through their Spirit and their Soul.
And since God gave everyone free will, people began to experiment, what they could create and began numerous experiments that in some ways helped them grow, but in some ways increased their pride, led to envy, jealousy, greed, the desire to share and rule. And darkness came, a dark night of souls and souls fell asleep, forgetting their true essence, losing contact with their inner light of the Soul...
The desire to control and dominate gave rise to religions, priests, secret meetings, magicians, rulers... And human life began to flow along a completely different spiral of development, and it was directed not upward, but downward, towards fall, towards oblivion of oneself in its truth...
And people forgot who they are, they forgot that a small flame burns in everyone’s chest - the Spark of God, which was created by God initially in its purity and power of manifestation.
And they spent many years, yes, many centuries, in hibernation.
And they spoke into their sleeping ears “..you are a servant of God, born in sin and conceived in sin, and you will atone for your sins forever and ever...”.
Has everyone heard these commandments? Who invented them? Could GOD create a slave for himself? Does God need slaves? Or does he need Creators who can continue his game called “life” and co-create it in all the beauty and versatility of its manifestations?
This is something I haven't read in books. This is what I learned when I learned to communicate with my Soul. When I opened the “Time Machine” and was able to travel with my Soul to all times and eras that existed on the planet.
This “Time Machine” and the opening of channels, the memory of the Soul is now available to many).
And that's all more people connect with your Soul and gain your Power! That Power that was originally given to us by God. That Power of creation that helps us become true Creators of our Life. And forget about the state of the victim and slave of circumstances.
Yes, to some it seems unusual, to others like a fairy tale. But I know for sure that the Power that God gave to my (and your) Soul is so enormous that I can help any person on the planet become stronger, find their integrity, their connection with the Soul, throw away all restrictions, guilt, resentment, fears , struggle and see what love God pours out on us from above, we just have to raise our heads! And when love opens in us, our very same Power, which is given to everyone and which can be returned to ourselves, will vibrate.
Yes, this one is risky. Because remembering this state, you will never return to the state of a slave, subordinate to religions, society, governments, financial concerns, etc... You will raise your head and throw away your chains that have shackled you for many centuries. And you will begin to create your own Life!
Do you want this? Not everyone wants...And this is everyone's choice. Who do you want to be in your life - a Victim or a Creator?
The choice is yours, any choice you make will be good, there are no rules, just hear what your Soul is whispering to you......
Right now a group is being created that will begin an exciting 2-month training journey along the waves of the memory of your Soul.
And today we have the first open lesson- Come!
Time ceased to exist for Olga. She spent 180 days in hell. But the worst was to begin in three days. She would be released... The woman even thought about extending her sentence - there were plenty of possibilities. However, her cellmate Tom tried to persuade her not to fool around. Olya didn’t want to think about how to live further. The happy past was left behind, and nothing but pain and hopelessness could appear in the future. However, Tamara acted on her own new girlfriend, in some surprising way, changing her attitude and priorities in life. If Olya entered this cell as a hunted beast, then she had to emerge as a creature filled to the very edges of her soul with indifference. She no longer cared whether to live or die. All emotions were burned out.
Just a year ago everything was fine. Olga and Stas seemed very beautiful couple. Young, healthy, purposeful... All life, with its limitless possibilities, was in their hands. The guys recently graduated from university, but their parents’ savings allowed them to open small business. This is how the exclusive souvenir shop came into being. At first, business went neither shaky nor slow, but soon the first buyers appeared, and the couple was surprised to notice that religious items were more popular. As soon as you put on the shelves masks brought by friends from India, or rosary beads made of natural stone, the goods instantly flew away. fabulous sums. They appeared very quickly regular customers and regular orders. The young couple decided to combine business with pleasure and fly to Goa for two weeks to relax and take a closer look at the range of products that could be resold in their homeland. It is here, on the shores of the Arabian Sea, family life gave a crack. Olya plunged into the traditions and religion of this amazing country, and Stas local flavor was completely alien. The woman was indignant:
You must know as much as possible about the culture of the country if you want to professionally give advice and advice to buyers! Darling, understand that it is extremely important for us to understand all the intricacies of religion if we want to sell such a specific product!
Stas was angry and stubbornly did not want to get acquainted with Buddhism:
How can I enter their church if I am wearing an Orthodox cross?
Olya just laughed:
What nonsense?! You have never been a believer! I didn’t even want to get married, and this, by the way, is a very beautiful ritual...
Be that as it may, Olga was seriously interested in India, and Stas was counting the days until he flew home. After returning to Russia, the young people began to swear often. Olya began to carry out everything free time at a Buddhist temple, meeting new people and handing out business cards for her store, and her husband unexpectedly went to Orthodox Church. The young wife did not immediately notice that her beloved had become surprisingly quiet and thoughtful, until one day he decisively declared:
Enough for us to play these pagan games already. We will sell, as before, cheap refrigerator magnets and mugs with funny inscriptions, and throw away all this demonic paraphernalia!
Olya only laughed at her husband’s “righteousness,” but Stas was more serious than ever. Very soon the couple realized that their relationship had reached a dead end. Olya did last try keep your spouse:
Do you even realize that you put faith above our family?! Choose: either me or your God! Keep in mind, I'm tired of your going to church! You look crazy standing in the middle of old women with candles! Orthodoxy is a relic of the past! Faith for mentally degraded people. Look better at the Buddhists - that's where the truly enlightened mind is.
Stas tried to reason with his wife for some time, but Olya was adamant and filed for divorce. She wanted a holiday, fun, intense passions... The next few months passed as if in a fog. A string of new meetings, light drugs, meeting famous gurus... The woman thought that without Stas she felt better, and she shed some ballast that was hindering her spiritual perfection. But, soon a friend called and a message that ex-husband the bride appeared, knocked Olga out of her usual rut. No, there were no more feelings, but annoyance appeared. How did he manage to forget her so quickly?! And who did you exchange it for? According to the all-knowing girlfriend, Stas’s new passion was a real runt, and besides, she sang in church choir! Well, just for the chickens to laugh at! Her Stas, accustomed to the most expensive restaurants and fashionable boutiques, suddenly became interested in some gray mouse in long skirt"goodbye youth" Soon, annoyance gave way to curiosity, and Olya decided to see this couple of saints with her own eyes. Fortunately, the friend just lived in the house where the young people settled, so it was not difficult to track them down. A day later, the woman, inhaling the sweetish smoke of a hookah, summed up the results of her surveillance. So, Stas is really in love. New darling not as old-fashioned as Olga’s friend described, but, in fact, dressed very modestly. Questioning the grandmothers sitting at the entrance brought unexpected results. It turns out that the young people were going to get married soon and, moreover, get married! How is this known? So, it’s clear where it comes from! Klavdia Ivanovna told her, and the bride’s mother herself confided in her!
Like this. She, Olga, did not receive such an honor, but with this one, you see, he was going to get married! The anger grew with incredible strength, even meditation didn’t help me relax. And then one day, not the most beautiful, Olya committed a terrible act. Being in some strange state after meditation and having lost control of her mind, she started the car and drove away. I wanted the feeling of flying. The woman pressed on the gas and did not notice anything around...
She hit a girl at a pedestrian crossing. The victim was taken to the hospital. The trip ended tragically: the girl suffered a ruptured spleen, and Olga was sentenced to six months. She wasn't even scared. She didn't... care. She could only think about her fate. What frightened the woman was that she had no idea how to live further. She already looked at her passion for Buddhism with a sober look. All this turned out to be such nonsense... She simply joined the ranks of people who believed in some stupid fairy tales and lost their sense of reality. But the reality is that she is completely alone. Parents don’t count – Olga never developed a warm relationship with them. Dejection and unwillingness to live haunted the woman every second.
And then she met Toma. That's where the energy was in full swing! She was imprisoned for theft, but the prison term in no way affected the plans of this young and beautiful woman. Sitting behind bars, she thought about what next scheme she would try to implement:
I've been eyeing nuns for a long time! Religion is the most profitable way earnings.
Having heard about religion, Olga began to feel sick, but, not noticing her friend’s reaction, Tamara continued:
Can you imagine, I even visited several monasteries. They call it a pilgrimage. You come and work for free for a bed and food. These Orthodox Christians are strange, honestly! Their nuns are like labor they use it, and the pilgrims walk around and smile so blissfully that it becomes disgusting! So here it is. I found out everything. I remembered how these women of prayer dressed, what words they used in conversation, and how they behave. In general, I’ll go out and become a “nun”! Options to raise good money great amount! You can pretend that you are looking for donors to build a temple. And, if you think everything through carefully, then it’s realistic to pull off the option with Jerusalem - believers call it the Holy Land. I will say that I will fly there soon, and people will ask me to give notes with the names of those for whom they need to pray. At the same time, the Orthodox will certainly donate huge amounts of money.
Tamara stretched dreamily on the bed, and Olga held her breath. Orthodoxy only evoked in her negative emotions. It was the believers who humiliated her, making her a complete laughing stock! We found her replacement! Deprived of confidence in their superiority. How great it would be to abuse them!
Tom, will you take me into the business?
The friend whistled:
Why do you want it? You have a folder with your mother. They will find a good job for you in no time. Yes, and you have your own store...
The store burned down and was closed. And, I have my own scores to settle with the Orthodox. So consider it personal.
And so the last painful three days passed. Freedom! Olya did not feel particularly happy, although, of course, she was glad to be freed. Her parents met her on the street. They looked at their daughter with eyes full of tears, and tried to help in some way:
Daughter, Stas left the apartment for you, so you can go there right now. And if you want, stay with us!
Olga thought for a minute, and then decided:
I’ll probably sell the apartment over time; I don’t want to live there. In the meantime, I’ll rent it out, and with this money I’ll rent a house on the other side of the city, where nothing will remind me of my past life.
Mom looked at her worriedly and timidly asked:
Sunny, what about your passion for all these Indian things? You will still be... - elderly woman I couldn't find it the right words, but Olya helped her.
No, mom. No more gurus, meditations and crowds of guests with expanded consciousness. Now I will not follow the lead of this deception called “religion”!
Dad cleared his throat:
Daughter, but in Christianity, for example, there is no this pagan confusion. Everything is very simple and correct there. You know, while you were in prison, my mother and I couldn’t find a place for ourselves. One day we went to Orthodox church, prayed as best they could. Imagine, it actually became easier for us! Then we talked to the priest about your situation...
Olya jumped up, and her face twisted with anger:
And what?! Did this help me in any way? Or maybe because of your prayers, I was served lobster for lunch instead of gruel in prison? Dad, I knew the most famous gurus, communicated with the “enlightened ones,” and mastered certain meditation techniques. And what? This didn't make me happy! Just as I wasn’t interested in living, I still don’t care whether I wake up tomorrow or not. Oh, you came up with...Orthodoxy! I installed the spark plug and no problem. Why! Why then didn’t this God of yours pull me out of the cell, since you prayed so hard for me?
Dad was silent, and mom said sadly:
Olenka, God didn’t put you there. It’s all your own fault, and you know it... It’s just that we didn’t give you any spiritual education. You didn’t know what faith is. Forgive us, daughter! We were unable to protect you from searching for Truth on the side.
Olga felt sorry for her parents. They've aged so much Lately… Well, she didn’t want to upset them and solemnly promised not to label Christianity just because she was disappointed in Buddhism. But this was only in words. And, in her heart, the woman clearly knew what she would do, and the next morning she rang the doorbell of her friend, who was released only a couple of weeks before Olya.
Tamara let the guest in, rubbing her eyes with her fist:
Such a surprise. Well, come in now that you've arrived.
The friends discussed all the details of the upcoming work. Toma said that she herself knew about the image of the nun, but insisted that Olya go to the nearest monastery and look at this “contingent” with her own eyes. Olya was impatient to get down to business, and that same evening she set off on a “pilgrimage.” On the way, sitting in a commuter bus, she imagined amazing pictures: she would get into the very guts of this life of believers and laugh at them heartily. Everything is deception and falsehood, and she will prove it! To whom? The woman did not want to think about the answer to this question.
Near the entrance to the monastery, Olya stopped and watched as others entered there. It turns out that everything is as simple as that: cross yourself three times and go ahead! There were no difficulties inside either. Turning to the first nun she saw, Olya learned that she could live and work in the monastery at any time. Then the nun called the dean - this is how the woman met Mother Susanna, who cordially offered to stay the night. Olya refused. She wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible. She felt incredible discomfort and... fear. However, she attributed it to a weakened nervous system.
Having convinced Toma that she was absolutely ready and would not make any mistakes, Olya put on a black robe sewn by Toma’s friend and went out into the street. Her goal was to sit at the station for several hours and meet as many people as possible. It was necessary to tell them in passing that she would soon go to the Holy Land and casually offer to pass on notes to everyone who wanted to. Tamara clearly instructed her friend with whom it is best to start a conversation and who is easier to deceive.
As soon as Olya entered the station building, this whole idea ceased to seem like an adventure. She decided to immediately find a toilet, change clothes and take the “props” to Tamara. Even though she never found her God, it is not right to deceive people who, like her, are seeking the truth. Not fair.
Here is the sign for the ladies' room. It’s literally a few meters away, and suddenly...
Mother, forgive me!
In front of Olga is a young girl who does not stand out from the crowd.
Tell me, which monastery are you from?
Olya, out of confusion, named the monastery where she had visited yesterday, and not the one that was provided for by her and Tamara’s “legend”. The stranger began to fuss, began looking for a pen in her purse and hastily explained:
I haven’t been to your place, but I will definitely come someday, God willing. Sorry for the delay! I just want to pass on a note. Pray, mother, for our son. Doctors have diagnosed him with oncology and he faces difficult treatment...
His name is Antoshka! Our father is Simeon, and I was baptized Rufina. Pray for us...
Olya was speechless. I couldn’t squeeze out a word. Meanwhile, Rufina opened her wallet and took out a hundred dollar bill. The “nun” refused the money as best she could, but the benefactor insisted:
Yes, this is not for prayer! It's just a donation for the needs of the temple, and you can't help but take it!
Olya confusedly put the money and a piece of paper with names in a small travel bag, and her new friend hurried on about her business. But suddenly she turned around and, catching herself, shouted:
Mother, what is your name?
Olya said her real name, and her ears heard:
And I will pray for you, Mother Olga!
She didn't go to any toilet. My legs could hardly stand, my head was noisy. Her hands were shaking and she was sweating every now and then. “I’m probably dying,” Olya thought and forced herself to walk towards Tom’s house. It took me on the road more than an hour, because the woman could not bring herself to get on the bus. It seemed to her that the passengers would immediately see who she was and what she had done. There is no sin worse than the one she committed! Thief. She stole the most valuable thing this young girl had - the hope of prayer. And even though she, Olga, knew that all these were fairy tales for simpletons, but... What if there is at least one chance in a hundred that God exists and the Orthodox were not mistaken in their choice of faith?! What then? Then it turns out that this prayer could somehow help the sick child, but she was afraid to admit that she was not a nun and could not really pray! Oh, this money... Lord, this gray-green piece of paper will never allow her to sleep peacefully!
She didn’t explain anything to Tamara. She handed over the vestments and said dryly: “It didn’t work out, this is not a job for me.” The friend chuckled contemptuously and closed the door behind the guest. Olya didn’t know where to go, so she went to her parents. Mom made a bed for her in the living room, but she couldn’t sleep. Thoughts revolved only around this naive Rufina and her sick son. How petty all this is: a divorce from an unloved man, unjustified hopes placed on millions of gods whose names cannot even be remembered. All this is such nonsense compared to the real misfortune of Rufina’s young family!
Olya quietly got out of bed and went to the shelf by the window - where her parents had built a small iconostasis in her absence. The woman took off all the books that were there and muttered through her teeth:
OK. Okay... If you exist, then help Antoshka. May he get well. I don't need anything else. I will pray only for this trusting girl. If there is a chance that You hear me and can help the baby, then I will do it. After all, Rufina hopes for my prayer...
The night flew by in an instant. First, Olya read all the prayers in the prayer book from the section “About the Sick.” Then, not finding anything more suitable, she took the Gospel. I decided that I need to read everything - since these books are on the shelf, it means they are needed for proper prayer. Surprisingly, Olya’s knowledge of Orthodoxy was very primitive. She only remembered what Tamara told her, and some scraps of information from television and newspapers. There is, they say, God. His name is Christ. To live well, you need to pray around the clock, regularly deny yourself tasty food, observe fasting, wear creepy old-fashioned skirts and dirty scarves. Yes, even with a luscious smile on his face, bowing, and then shushing the unfortunate girls who dared to enter the temple in jeans. But here in the Gospel everything was different. I felt in all the lines real life. Moreover, Olya unexpectedly learned that, according to the teachings of Christians, man is immortal. But immortality here is understood completely differently than, say, in Buddhism.
Olya opened her eyes. It smelled of coffee and pancakes. Mom has already prepared breakfast. The woman picked up the books laid out on the bed and carefully put them back in place. She was in a hurry. And, perhaps, for the first time in her life she did not care about her own self. She was in a hurry for the sake of others.
Mother Susanna, oddly enough, recognized the guest. Olya was very worried and didn’t know where to start. Then I finally decided:
You know, I read the Gospel last night and found out that I am immortal!
The nun nodded and looked at Olga with such love that she, unable to bear it, splashed out her hatred of herself along with a stream of tears:
You smile at me and allow me to stay, but you have no idea what I have done! I spied on you like Satan, and wanted to abuse Orthodoxy and monasticism in particular!
With every word, my heart became lighter, and my mother’s gaze turned from surprised to compassionate. She hugged the sobbing pilgrim by the shoulders and took her to an empty cell:
Be patient, be patient, my dear. There will be a service soon and you will be able to confess. God will forgive you if you repent of what you have done.
Mother, I repent. But, I'm not sure that I can be a Christian. I just need to pray for that child properly and don’t need anything else!
Then Olya came to her senses and took out the money handed over by Rufina. For a long time she held Mother Susanna’s hand and repeated the same thing: “I just want to pray... nothing more.”
Then there was confession and the priest’s blessing to stay in the monastery “to pray.” For some reason, it seemed to Olya that she could only do this properly here, where nothing would distract her from such an important matter.
Days passed. The woman read the entire New Testament, but there were more and more questions. The priests of the monastery tried to answer as best they could. They advised me to read patristic literature. This is how she lived: she prayed, read, thought and prayed again, occasionally interrupting for meals and sleep. Then I started going to church services. I took communion. She asked for obedience and now prayed, doing the work she could. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months...
I thank Viktor Rupasov for the poem<Душу дьяволу не продам>http://www.stihi.ru/2015/05/22/5765, which became my inspiration...
The Poet's soul, sublime and huge, sparkled with gold and silver sparkles on the light blue background of the aura. She stood out bright light in the gloomy world where a person ended up after death, charming everyone present here. It became much lighter with her, and people or entities with a weak spark of soul or a small glow tried to stay close to her - it was not so scary near the light, as in the creepy and dark world. More and more people gathered around the Poet and more people. The entities imprinted themselves in the darkness and stood nearby; I didn’t want to go anywhere from the light. The poet looked around at those present and nodded his head approvingly.<Вот и тут ко мне тянутся люди, так же как и в физическом мире, когда читали мои стихи.>He tried to remember at least a line from his works, but in vain, mortal experiences completely dulled his memory. But then some of the verses slipped through, and he perked up, trying to convey his poetic experiences. And immediately his soul almost doubled in size and shone even brighter. Its glow was visible far away and the entities that were in the dark world saw its distant light and rushed towards it.
The demon could not understand why today there are no people in the world of darkness who have just left the physical world. All his messengers came empty, without frightened souls, evil and harmful.
“Well, what’s there?” said the demon.
He flashed fiery, scary eyes from which lightning bolts flew out. The fur on my body stood on end with indignation, long ears narrow and also overgrown with fur, they swayed back and forth without wind.
“Where are the souls?” he growled.
So the last messenger appeared and was also empty.
“Well?” the demon flashed his eyes menacingly.
-There are no entities in the twilight. They are all drawn to the light of the Poet’s soul, which illuminates the area for several meters.
-Where did he come from on our heads?
-He, like the others, came to us from the world of physics, and he huge soul sublime and pure. She shines and illuminates the area with bright lightning bolts of light and goodness. It is to her that everyone around her strives, to her light and love.
The demon turned purple with anger.
“I’ll talk to him myself, with this amazing poet,” he quipped.
The demon spread his black wings and rushed to where the golden sparkling light beckoned brightly. So he stood in front of a huge soul, which was now sparkling with blue sparks of light and happiness.
-Listen, Poet. I need your soul. I will give you everything you want for her: jewelry, fame, a second life...
-Why do you need the soul of a poet? “What are you going to do with it?” the Poet was not surprised.
-I will give you power—power over the whole world and people!
-I don’t need her, just like jewelry, money, fame. I had all this during my lifetime. And people also gave me their gratitude and love... And this is the most precious thing in our human life!
The poet looked around and spread his arms, hugging those present.
-Look at how many fans I have, and even if not everyone knows my poems, my soul has drawn them to me too.
People made noise and stood closer to the Poet.
“He is ours,” people tried to block the poet. “His talent belongs to the people, and we will not give it up without a fight.”
“Stupid little people,” the demon growled. -What will you do when his soul fades or leaves with me? You will remain in the twilight, trembling in fear of me and your sins.
“Don’t be afraid, people,” said the Poet. I will help you. I love you so much that I am ready to give a piece of light to everyone in this kingdom of darkness, just as I left pieces of my soul in my works.
He pulled the soul to him, sparkling with the last spark of goodness and light, and hugged her. She suddenly stirred up a bright light and illuminated the area with lightning. The souls around the Poet became brighter and brighter. They were no longer threatened by any demon; with such light they could travel through the worlds for a long time until they found a bright guide.
And only the soul of the Poet slowly faded. She was losing her light among the entities that looked at her with fear. And then it completely went out.
The world of darkness became darker, and only flashes of people's souls glowed in the darkness like the great gift of the Poet!
“Ha-ha-ha,” the demon laughed. “Stupid Poet.” You gave away your soul and therefore I am no longer interested.
So he spread his black wings with annoyance and was about to fly away.
Suddenly, an amazingly beautiful entity appeared right in front of the crowd. It was so bright that people were momentarily blinded. When they began to see, they realized that the essence shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. And such kindness and love came from her that the world, which was dominated by darkness, became even much brighter.
“Look, it’s an Angel!” one of the women said with delight when she saw the sparkling light wings behind the luminous creature’s back.
-God! This is our Poet!
“What is he now, an Angel?” people simply beamed with happiness.
The demon became furious. He stepped towards the Poet, but an unknown light burned his wings. He felt the smell of burning and hurried to get away. Soon the demon disappeared from sight.
-Forward, my friends! “We still have a long and difficult path,” said the Poet. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll cover you,” and he spread his wings shining with bright light and covered the souls of people with them...
This theory was first voiced by the outstanding Christian theologian of the first centuries, Origen. Being an adherent of ancient philosophy, Origen tried to somewhat rework the teachings of Plato, Pythagoras and other ancient philosophers about the soul, putting a Christian meaning into the theory. Thus, Origen argued that God was originally a multitude of souls that were in contemplation of the Creator. Then, for some reason, the souls got tired of contemplating and deviated from it.
The most sinful souls became demons, and the least sinned - angels. And when man was created, souls of “average sinfulness” moved into him. This teaching was rejected by the Church in the 5th century as contradictory Holy Scripture. If we consider the sending of the soul into the body as punishment, then there would be no coming of Christ into the world. And sin itself appeared only with the Fall of people.
Theory of the creation of human souls
According to this, souls are created by God out of nothing for each individual person. In this case, the question arises about the time of creation of the soul. There are two opinions. The first is the moment of conception, the second is the fortieth day. The Church accepted the doctrine of the creation of the soul at the moment of conception. The advantages of this theory are that it shows the intangibility of the soul and explains its high dignity. Moreover, it can be explained different talents people, in accordance with the idea of the individual creation of souls by God for everyone. However, this theory also has . She does not explain the ways of sinfulness human nature. After all, if the soul is created by God every time out of nothing, then where does sin come from in it? Sin itself lies in the will, the soul, and not the body. There appears to be some discrepancy.
Theory of the birth of human souls
The theory appears in the 4th century simultaneously with a second look at human souls. Thus, it is assumed that the human soul is “born” from its own. Figuratively speaking, souls are born from one another, like fire from fire or light from light. But this theory also has disadvantages. Sometimes it is difficult to explain the qualitative differences between children and their parents. Or, for example, a person does not know from whom exactly the soul is born - from the soul of the mother or the father, or perhaps from both? Here we can say that this is unknown to a person to the extent of ignorance of the laws spiritual world established by God. the positive side can be called the transmission of the sinfulness of human nature from parents (original sin).
IN currently Since then, the Church has accepted theories about the creation of souls by God and the birth of the latter from parents. These opinions complement each other and provide a possible view of the essence of human souls. For a Christian, one should know that at the moment of the origin of the soul, a person is a co-worker with God. That is, it can be assumed that a person receives the spiritual nature of the soul from his parents, but people become a unique personality under the direct influence of God, who is able to endow a person with various talents.
