Has anyone ever asked myself "who am I really? Just what I'm looking for the answer to this question, but, unfortunately, a diamond buried in a quagmire. We consider here at least a brief one question: what is quagmire? It pursues around us, giving us a breathing space and time. In everyday life, it occurs at every step. Sean Rad is open to suggestions. All our thoughts – this is rubbish, too, wishes are attached here. Consider all of us is in more detail. To be more clear, people have rod, and everything else around it – winding. The winding is a collection of all the developments of its past as well as strangers. When a person is born, his childhood begin to program – teachers in kindergarten, my friends in the yard, parents at home, teachers at the school, teachers in high school, heads to work the media.
And so it goes on from generation to generation – the blind leading the blind, and both roll to the suffering But behind all this Cycle have someone plan. Let's call we Forces. They are quite specific and in each of the forces has its own interest. Many of these forces us to live in parallel dimensions, other planets and star systems I guess everyone has heard of such forces as brownies, Sprites, some spirits of certain places and it's all really. But they did not move into a man, they live completely independent lives, can help and hurt, but externally, depending on the direction in which people attending.