Meganom — part 1

So, if we stop reflecting ourselves in the automatic processes in which most of our attention is mired, we gain the ability to act consciously and freely. In other words — impeccably. For example, right now you have a task that needs to be solved. It exists, and that's objective. You find the most adequate way to solve it, based on the resources at hand, and you do everything in your power to solve it as quickly and simply as possible. In the moment of execution, you are pure action, devoid of questions and whining. A pure beam of attention aimed at the result, like a red-hot knife slicing through butter. Your will is as strong as that red-hot knife, and no problem can affect your emotional state. Because you are pure, impeccable action, freed from the need to divide the world into good and bad, into black and white. There is only one single moment that you are living. And in that single moment, absolute harmony of feelings and mind, consciousness and subconscious, soul and body is realized. Right now I acutely feel that my strength is always with me and everything in my life depends on my intention. And the apparent physical exhaustion is an illusion I made up.

MEGANOM – PART 1 = Day 37 =

With each day, the state becomes harsher, more ruthless, with a touch of active indifference. I care less and less about the conditions I'm in. I see the goal, I see the path, and that's all that matters.

In the morning I set off toward the town of Sudak. At the bus stop I met a traveler — a tall, sturdy young guy with a big khaki backpack. He said that Meganom (where I was headed) wouldn't let him in this year. Instead, he'd lain in the hospital with pancreatitis and was discharged less than a week ago. The goals of his journey are very similar to mine. What could that mean? I got off the bus and headed on foot toward the mountain. Along the way, a local man in a minivan picked me up; he was heading in the same direction. He has a house somewhere on the coast around here. I rode for 100 rubles — he turned out to be a taxi driver. At least I didn't have to walk 8 km.

The place here is indecently dry. There's almost no vegetation. According to the taxi driver, it only rains here in May, and even then very rarely. Sometimes they shoot movies about the war in Afghanistan here. I started climbing the mountain. The ascent was steep. I moved from one peak to another — going down, then up again. On the highest peak, it was especially eerie — there was an old windmill, a collapsed barbed-wire fence, and an old brick wall with a floor — nothing special. ))

Meganom is a place considered anomalous. According to some data from the internet, UFOs are periodically spotted here. So far I haven't noticed anything anomalous. I'll try not to fall asleep tonight for as long as possible. I'll observe…

It got sharply colder after sunset. The wind picked up. I put on all the clothes I had. I pitched the tent first on the mountain peak, but after it nearly got blown into the sea, I hurried to move lower down. I left the window open facing the peak of Mount Meganom. I wanted to wait for night — if anything interesting happens, I think it'll be closer to midnight. For now, I'll sleep a couple of hours.

The place is very unfriendly, aggressive. It pushes you toward all kinds of bad thoughts, awakens unpleasant memories from the past. The wind kept strengthening. It's getting cold. The tent barely withstands the wind. The sky is very starry. Not a single cloud. I fell asleep. I woke up many times with a racing heart.

MEGANOM – PART 2 = Day 38 =

Only now have I more or less come to my senses, and I can write a few words about my stay on Mount Meganom. I climbed