Zarya. Barns and sheds

I've been thinking for a long time about what kind of text to write for this post, the usual one or to lay out the whole truth. It took a long time to decide whether to show these pictures at all or leave them in the archive and not stir up anything. But I need an entry in my diary, so I'm going to write something anyway.

And I will show, or rather publish, all the photos that I took...There aren't many of them.

I have many metaphysical places, places of power, where after walking through them, I sometimes disconnect from everything, then connect to something mystical.

After all these walks, there are some oddities in life, random non-coincidences, miracles and other fairy tales...which it is better not to tell anyone, but to live in them yourself and be happy that they happen.

Zarya has been such a place twice: late autumn 2023, late summer 2024. I vowed that I would not come here again, so as not to change the memory code.

But something prompted me to return here nova, namely to the very place after which all sorts of miracles happened.

To remind myself, I'll clarify that I was here in the winter too, but not quite in those places...although very close. And after my visit here, my winter was the best in recent years...It was like tapping into a source of inspiration.

And now I decided to take a walk along the old route. If I was twenty times in Sosnovka, ten in Kubenskoye, then at most five in Zarya. And there are three in a particular place, if you count this time.

As usual, I tried to repeat the same angles, but not by looking at the old past pictures, but by feeling.

I crossed the Tarabiyevka River twice. I hit, slipping in the mud. I got my photo equipment splattered. I got my shoes dirty and soaked (I was too lazy to change into boots).

Everything seems to be familiar – even the sky is as layered as in the past. Even the graphics feel like late autumn.

..And then I got in the car, drove back and realized that something was wrong with me.

There are no thoughts at all, there is no concentration, as if drunk, but coordination is normal and strength is there.

It's like tinnitus, but at the same time it's quiet. This is how they show a state of shock in movies, when only the squeak and everything else around is muffled.

I don't know how else to describe it or what it was like, but it was definitely a state of altered consciousness (just in case, I'll clarify that without any substance use, but I think it's understandable).

And the next day, everything that happened was perceived as a dream.

A personal place of power, a portal to some world or state, a place of connection to something?

I began to remember the route, what I was doing, how I was walking, and maybe I was following some algorithms...I even looked at the coordinates of the place (of course, that adds up to nine).

Let me remind you that I have a total of nine numerology classes (first name, last name, place, house where I was born, house where I live, car number and many more things).

I'm telling you, I'm already used to all sorts of coincidences and miracles, and some of them don't even surprise you anymore.

But I'm used to screwing things up, I'm a skeptic...I need proof of everything. Therefore, very soon I will go to a new different place, but matching the characteristics in coordinates with the Dawn. And as it turned out, there are very few such places.

So let's see if there will be at least an approximately similar condition after visiting such a place...or maybe it's the Zarya (I repeat that all the visits were accompanied by a similar condition).