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This is the begining of book by Doctor Izzatov

it's called

The revelation of the genius

you will find answer in this book.

Human life is short and art will not save it.

This saying shows our helplessness before time and fate,

and our terror of death.

In humble compassion to humanity I am writing this book...

The foreword to this book aims to prepare you for an interesting and captivating journey at the junction of reality and illusion. Some concepts in the book will not be easy to grasp at once even though the book is written quite simply. Take your time, do not rush through it.

This book is a fusion of mystical, scientific and philosophical concepts into a symbiosis of one whole. At a glance it might sound hard to achieve. Keep on reading and you will be sure to get every nuance of this book. You will understand where the shining of Absolute truth comes from. Gradually your need for concepts to be clarified will grow, and with it I will be explaining matters from simple to more complex. I will use examples of daily life to explain things and concepts. It is my hope that this book will bring knowledge and truth into your life on this unique planet of Earth.

If you are in search of knowledge and Absolute truth you will enjoy reading and learning from this book. As you read this book and meditate over the concepts and events described in it you will acquire a different realization of the world, you will ignite with the fire of reason. This realization will reach the limit of human consciousness transforming your life into a voyage through a wonderland and a journey through a magical fairytale.

Events that take place in this book happened in remote areas of Central Asia. These are some of the most beautiful places of ancient civilization. Traditions dating thousands of years back continue to live there today. Its people are not caught up in the passions of modern day. They are not absorbed by political and economical turmoil typical of the Western world. They are very down to earth and might be the most hospitable people in the world. They will not hesitate to invite a total stranger for dinner and offered him to stay the night. He will be then seated at the most honorable place at the table. An ancient proverb goes that a guest of a house is higher than the head of the family. There is a bit of a hidden meaning in this old adage. It means that one day your guest might be God himself.

One of the reasons for writing this book is the situation we have nowadays with various religions and how we view the holy Scriptures. Some people attempt to influence others by means of referring them to holy writings yet not fully understanding them themselves. This approach leads many innocent soles astray. This is why it is my appeal to the reader to be attentive when reading through the pages of this priceless treatise. This book will help you understand the nature of creation around us as well as the reasons for this creation to exist. It will enable you to realize how everything began and how it will end.

The events of this book are not fictional. They happened to real people, the characters of this book. Many scientists and philosophers will be able to gain vast and precious knowledge from this book. Those with a shrewder mind will find discoveries and draw conclusions even today if they accept my word for a fact. As a medical doctor I discuss issues of medicine here as well. Although, since the book covers a wide range of topics I chose not to dwell on medical information too much. Not to confuse the reader by explaining concepts in great length I tried to present information in simple and concise form. It was not easy. As the information in this book is brilliant in its origin, I had to shorten the descriptive parts of the narration in order to be able to explain the genius sections of the book better. It was done for the good of the reader. There are a lot of evens described in this book, but all of them are meant to bring you to the main idea of Truth. Do not skip the beginning of the book for in this case you will miss the main idea of Truth. If you happen to find it difficult to grasp the main idea of Truth, I encourage you to reread it again from the beginning. The meaning of this book will help you not only understand your life at the end of it, but also as you live it.

The intent of this book is not to convert you into a certain religious denomination. It is to help you understand religion and various spiritual creeds at a deeper level. As you turn to the last page of this book all the questions you might have had will be clarified and explained to you in detail. Your doubts and assumptions will dissipate.

One more aspect of this multi-faceted book has to do with Atheism and its relation to the Absolute Truth. The most fervent and staunch atheists will be sure to have great revelations upon reading this book. They will understand the real level of consciousness atheism brings them to. I am not trying to change the position of my reader in society, but I do hope that when this publication is released it will change lives of people and society as a whole. I will not disclose the events of the book in the foreword as this will take away from the consecutive description throughout the book.

I start this book with a great desire that the hearts of my readers will hear the beautiful melody of this narration just as it sang its song in my heart the whole time before its publication. My book is the result of deep reflections. It is a source of wisest ideas. A perceptive reader will find true emeralds of Truth in this simple narration. All the characters in this book are not fictional. Most of the events described here are not as detailed as they happened in real life. It is my hope that the reader will understand my intention to simplify certain happenings. I will consider my mission accomplished even if only one person on this long-suffering planet Earth will get a spiritual boost in his development after reading this book. I am sure that if you ever experienced the veil of illusion being lifted from your life you will find an echo to your feelings when reading this book.

My personal search of Truth took me on a journey of many aspects of this multi-faceted phenomenal material manifestation of creation. Many areas in it present the same principles but in a distorted perspective. This will take the searching reader on many trips to nowhere. This is why it is most important to keep looking for the right way to the utmost Reality or Absolute Truth or as they also call it filled consciousness. I thank the highest intellect for bringing many devout people into my life. These people are His real servants. They showed me a new world, a world filled with majestic riches and eternal bliss.

Some time ago I was asked a definition of a genius. Who were those people I referred to as genii? I could not give a short answer. It would not fit in a day to answer a question like this. And once again, that was another reason for writing this book. But if I were to give a definition of a genius I would say genius is a person who is passionately in love with everything around him and with nothing around him, and their love is mutual… In the course of this book I will be gradually introducing a genius individual to you. In the time between these introductions I will be offering you ideas that do not belong to the genius. You will see for yourselves which concepts are products of their brilliant minds and which of them are commonplace reflections. I consider this an ideal approach to define a person's genius.

Now I am inviting you to examine the components of our consciousness. Let us figure out how our mind evolved and what it is. My dear reader, you and I are sure to remember our unclouded childhood. Our whole life looked like one long game. Our fun and adventures were endless. Remember, how at times we cried when parents called us back home because it was bedtime. We had to leave everything exciting behind and go to bed. Remember how we envied adults. They could play any game they wanted. But somehow they did not even want to play. They seemed so aloof to us, so god-like, so ascetic… Now it makes one laugh.

I am not calling us to return to our childhood. Our minds were just starting to develop back then. Try to remember when for the first time you came in contact with your inner voice. When was it that that voice came to the surface of your crystal clean tablet? Where was that voice all the time before that? I will share with you an experience from my own childhood. It was quite ordinary for the most part. Though certain moments and episodes of it kept very vivid in my memory. Those certain episodes captured by my memory left unforgettable impressions on me. My conclusions are now post factum. The earliest of my memories is the one when I was between 12 and 24 months of age. I think I was at a daycare of some sort. I clearly remember myself in a crib. The crib was positioned by the door to the room. I could see people passing by my crib. I was trying to say or cry something out but nobody paid any attention to me. I knew I wanted to be changed. I needed a clean diaper. I did not have any argumentation in my head. I did not hear any voice. I could not talk at that age. But I could feel someone's presence in my consciousness as if there was an observer or a witness there. Thus we can make a small conclusion. Our mind learns to speak simultaneously with coordinating senses and following gradual perfection of our hearing.

On the next level of development a toddler moves to an older group at his daycare. Now his behavior is based on his environment. A child at this stage is like a mirror. He plays when the other kids play, he eats when the others eat. His actions are not based on his thinking. They are more reactive by character because the inner and the outer voices are synchronous. A child responds to stimulations from his environment with his speech. They even say a child speaks the truth like a parrot.

Another example dates to when I was between 24 and 36 months. I could already speak. I was swimming in a pool with a lot of other kids. The kids were all naked. I had an unpleasant feeling as if somebody was looking at me from aside. I could feel some contradiction. Though I did not hear any voice inside of me that voice did exist already, and it tried to come in contact with me. Finally I am about five years of age. I am in the oldest daycare group. The day was Friday. Actually by that time I remember a lot of various events and happenings. But the trick is to recollect that first conversation with myself. So, it was Friday. The children are being picked up to go home. Many children are telling the teacher they would not be coming to daycare the next day as they would be going to their summer cottages. As I was observing what was happening I saw that the teacher looked very happy. She was a beautiful lady, and I wanted to say something nice to her or make her smile. I told her that I was also going to the summer house with my parents and would not be coming to school the next day. The teacher was a bit surprised and said, "Really? Usually you do come to school on Saturdays." I proudly continued, "No, we are going to the summer house." The truth was that we did not even have a summer cottage. The teacher still looked radiant.

The next morning I tried as hard as I could to convince my parents not to take me back to preschool. But to no avail. I still remember the feeling of hurt and injustice that filled my chest that day! It was hard to breathe. Tears welled up in my eyes and I cried. I even tried to run away for a block or two, but they caught me and brought me back. Nothing worked. I had to go back. I faced the teacher that day in tears. When my parents left I dashed from the playground and over the short chain-link fence into a hedge of shrubbery. I hid there. Don't ask me about its name, but I vividly remember it had really big flowers. I felt embarrassed that the teacher would think I was a liar. As I was sitting in the bushes I started talking to myself a little and even cried some more. When the tears dried up I started looking around and got fascinated by the huge flowers around me. They smelled so good. From my position I could hear the voices of my classmates and the teacher, the voices of my parents, some other words I could not even make out. At some point the great counselor came to the stage. He was speaking in a familiar and calming voice, "It does not matter that today is Saturday. It does not matter that you did not get to go to the summer house. The flowers are really big here. They smell so good, don't they?"

It happens in a similar way to many of us when we discover our inner voice for the first time. By that time the inner voice is already quite mature and knowledgeable companion of our consciousness. From that point on in my life I started to call on my companion more and more. He answered by taking the reins of my life without asking any higher authority for a permission to do so. At some point in life we need the mind (Our inner voice. The listening part of mind will be discussed later) for further intellectual development. We need it to simply co-exist in our social arena. A child isolated from society until seven or eight years of age will never be able to speak. Life in a civilized society will be very hard for him. For the mind to develop adequately a person needs an equal stimulation of all his senses.

The mind is the fruit of activity of our senses and nervous system. The value of the mind should not be underestimated. It is the means to the necessary destination. Our final task is then to exit this vehicle or means that took us to our destination. It is a serious issue. I believe, it is the most important thing in the life of every human being. At the end of life we all face this dilemma. The way we solve it for ourselves determines the fate ahead. There the master will be the game of imagination. Sooner or later this game will take the color of long suffering after a brief moment of bliss. When one begins to understand the transient nature of the mind and the meaning of time in the matter of mind and memory, one starts to feel a real need to rid himself of this firm and strong illusion.

To keep this book entertaining for you, my dear reader, I believe it is time to get you better acquainted with certain events of my life. Let me share with you the lessons I learned from very wise people and the choices I made when facing particular situations. I will try to keep my story interesting for you and easy to read, for the purpose of this book is your understanding of it. I am only your humble servant here. So, where do we begin? I was born in the family of medical doctors in the city of Tashkent, in Uzbekistan in Central Asia and then part of the Soviet Union. I was an excelling student and enjoyed math and social studies. I loved sports and outdoor activities. Later I entered a medical school, graduated from it with a degree in urology and worked for a while as a medical doctor. Throughout my younger years I was fascinated with philosophy. As the Soviet Union collapsed and market economy entered the scene I tried myself in commerce. I founded a small company, opened a grocery store and a coffee shop. At that time I was 25, and I was sure I knew it all - long hours of studies, science, matters of the heart, betrayal, humiliation, rage, evil and even street laws and power games. Deep inside I was even a little proud of myself for having achieved and tasted so much by that time of my life.

Now, my dear reader, I will tell you how I stepped on the path of searching for Absolute Truth and the reason behind creation of this objective reality. As I already mentioned I used to have a small grocery story on the outskirts of Tashkent. The location was very good, and the store was doing very well compared to most other small retail businesses there. I spent a lot of time at the store. One of the reasons was that many of my friends and acquaintances as well as business partners would often gather there. The other reason was that when you have a retails business there are a lot of details to take care of on a daily basis. It won't work any other way. The nature of the business is very delicate. Everybody works for his profit. In addition you have constant check-ups from the district trade department and from the tax inspection. Some days by the time you finish inventory and arrangements for the next day, there is not much time left in the night to get a little rest. On days like that I would stay at the store and sleep an hour or two in the back room. It was on a night like that that something unforgettable happened. That incident became the starting point in my journey to the inner world of my existence. That night we finished calculating the profit and stocked up the shelves by 3 a.m. It was summer time, though the night was surprisingly cool. I did not want to leave the store, so I stayed there together with my manager. He was not from Tashkent and was a little worried to be in the store alone in case a conflict situation or a burglary or occurs. We watched TV for a quarter of an hour or so and I went to bed. I remember the manager turned the TV off and the longed-for silence came at last. I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt someone shaking me. At first I thought it was part of my dream. Then I opened my eyes and saw a young man. He was wearing sunglasses and a black cap. He smiled at me and said, "How is it going, pal?" I felt puzzled. I tried to say something but did not have a chance. With a sharp swing the man hit me right in the lower jaw. I thought he could be a boxer and probably knew how to knock someone down. When I tried to get up after a short while another man skillfully and swiftly twisted my right arm and put a knife to my throat. I felt the blade pushing on my skin. It was not a pleasant feeling. I was still not completely awake and could not evaluate the situation fully, but I knew I was in trouble. I tied to be brave and prove I was not an easy target. I spoke to them in a street jargon and tried to use some names powerful in the criminal world. That earned me a punch in the stomach. At that moment I felt completely helpless.

My manager was already tied up and on the ground by that time. By the way, there were three burglars altogether there. They acted very professionally. It looked like they used a lifting jack to break in. The back door that they used was very wide and made of steel. The burglars bent the upper part of the door and used the opening to get through. You would not have been able to do all that without a plan. My friend on the ground had blood all over his face. I was sure he got a good share of the same language I received. All three assaulters were wearing sunglasses and caps. They all had black jackets on. "Where is the money?"- asked the smallest of the burglars. I did not answer. Then he said, "Your partner here said you keep all the money." I looked at him with disdain. I still wanted to prove I was not a coward. I was hoping that could scare them at least a little bit. I wanted to do something. At that moment the guy standing next to the little one pulled out his knife and came up to me. I already felt the power of his fist before. He put the knife to my stomach and said, "How much would they give for your life? I think a little more than what you have in that drawer there."

He started to apply pressure to the knife at my stomach. At that moment I realized that the man was not emotionally stable and that I was about to lose my life right there and then. The thoughts were making my mind cloudy. I was thinking, "It will happen any moment. Now… This is the end. What is after that?" I knew I was not ready to die. I thought my life was senseless. It did not have a point. Everything I learned in life was useless. Fear and resentment filled my heart. I was desperate. I started to plea them not to kill me. I was asking for their forgiveness. Anything to buy my life. My pleas were heard. The burglar hit me once more in the stomach and stepped to the side. I showed them where we kept the money. It was located in a specially built-in shelf inside an ice-cream making machine. We believed our secret with the money shelf would never be uncovered. How wrong was it to think that way!

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