The second book "The Real System of Bodyguards"
- Drag Sner
- Feb 18, 2024
- 4 min read
My second book describes a kind of picture of the world seen through the eyes of a man who, thanks to his upbringing and a completely honest attitude towards life, builds his own concept of maturing correct thought.
My second book is about life viewed from various angles, in the center of which the devil, rooted in the entire apparatus of the system, has been hiding very carefully and skillfully for decades.
The force that started a far-off unjust war drives the monster out of its cave and suddenly discovers a great curse that has followed this nation for decades.
The truth suddenly becomes visible to everyone, and fear turns into a burning energy that illuminates the way out of the darkness of a perverted, poisoned life that leads only to damnation.
My second book clearly shows how the perception of life and the status of human thought change depending on the energy that the whole world emits on people and the environment in which you live.
If you dive deeper into each word, you will understand this sad truth in the midst of fate that is slowly revealed to the world.
Part taken from the book:
"Thirty years ago, my mother complained to her own brother about my father. And the wheel started...
This wheel was set in motion by the services that couldn't wait for this moment in the times when nationalism flourished and developed in the whirlwinds of war.
And my father always taught me to be a man. And to see a man by his actions and not by color, religion, or nation.
I still keep the letters that my mother, full of love for my father, wrote to my father while he was serving in the army.
15 years ago, my sister told her friend, whose husband happens to be a police officer, about my mother's naive story about how I am just like my father. And the wheel started...
I still keep the napkins that my dearest sister used to collect as a child.
And to my wife at the time, the police officers suggested that she write a false statement against me. And that's what my wife told me right away.
She held out for some time, and then, conditioned by promises and persuasions, and perhaps threats, she still gave them what they asked for.
And they asked her to give a false statement.
I still have a collection of her beautifully written love poems dedicated to me.
"They have no cross," they say here about such people.
Ignorance and not recognizing the concept of reality are disastrous things. Thus, entire lineages are lost in the darkness of political intrigues, lies, and ignorance.
And my children were taken away because of that...
And the children were left without a father and a carefree childhood.
The sobs of suffocated childhood still echo in memories.
The immense grief of the father in the lost desert of life in an attempt to unite their worlds stopped time from pain.
My wife at the time also realized that she had made a mistake, but it was too late. Because the wheel has started...
There is no court, no man, no possibility for justice to emerge. And I tried everything...
And God sees everything...
And nobody can be happy there, and the curse then hangs over the entire nation and swallows entire generations in a galloping rush.
Time somehow stops for you, as if it wants to give them a chance to repair. No day goes by. Everything is somehow wrapped in the fog of the lost past and the curse of people who extinguish someone's lucky stars.
I don't have a thousand lives, but this one I have, and people are themselves from evil, entangled in their destinies.
Fate is so open-eyed. I see it clearly now.
And it gives to each according to his merits.
There is no justification and redemption if you do not sincerely repent. It doesn't come with repeating the same thing and proving that your lies were true. No, that doesn't come with it, especially if you did it to make others unhappy. Such seeds are cursed.
Now I clearly see that fate is judging them, for every second of martyrdom that my soul and the souls of all similar ones had to endure in muffled sobs of the life.
I always forgive because my father raised me that way, because it is my blood, and I don't want to be like them.
Now I see clearly, the one who is not forgiven by fate is guilty.
It breaks all and separates and returns to everyone in turn, and there are not a few who are waiting in that line.
And here I am again where I was at the beginning. And ready and full of life to start again.
And now they are all somehow at the end... And I don't think they're happy at all because they're at the end.
And the end is not pleasant for them either because their souls are not pure.
May they be forgiven. I forgive, but I remember...
And now I have to go further and better and brighter...
And I have to, both for my father and for me...
And I am full of positive energy and enthusiasm that the crystal clear truth gives me. The truth that permeates the entire reality of life energy.
And now I see quite clearly that the truth wins always and forever, and feeds me with its vast essence of the most powerful concept of life.
And no one can stop such a force in its brightest stellar eruption.
Now... I'm going further and better and clearer... "
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