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In this book, Dr. Eben Alexander, Neurosurgeon with 25 years of experience, a professor who taught at Harvard Medical School and other major universities, shares his experience with the reader about his journey to the next world.

Its case is unique. Struck by the sudden and inexplicable form of bacterial meningitis, he was miraculously healed after a seven-day coma. Highly educated medic with a huge practical experience, which before not only did not believe in the afterlife, but also did not allow her thoughts about her, I experienced the movement of my "I" in higher worlds And ran into there with such striking phenomena and revelations, which, returning to earthly life, found his duty of a scientist and healer to tell about them in the whole world.

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In this book, Dr. Eben Alexander, Neurosurgeon with 25 years of experience, a professor who taught at Harvard Medical School and other major universities, shares his experience with the reader about his journey to the next world. Its case is unique. Struck by the sudden and inexplicable form of bacterial meningitis, he was miraculously healed after a seven-day coma. A highly educated medic with a huge practical experience, which before not only did not believe in the afterlife, but also did not allow her thoughts about her, tested his "I" to the Higher Worlds and collided there with such amazing phenomena and revelations, which, returning to earthly life , I found my duty of the scientist and the doctor to tell about them in the whole world.

    Prologue 1.

    Chapter 1. Pain 3

    Chapter 2. Hospital 4

    Chapter 3. From nowhere now

    Chapter 4. Eben IV 5

    Chapter 5. Otherworld world 6

    Chapter 6. Anchor of Life 6

    Chapter 7. Flowing Melody and Gate 7

    Chapter 8. Israel 8

    Chapter 9. Shining Mentorticity 8

    Chapter 10. The only important 9

    Chapter 11. The end of the helix leading down 10

    Chapter 12. Shiny Mentorticity 12

    Chapter 13. Wednesday 13

    Chapter 14. Special type of clinical death 13

    Chapter 15. Dar of Memory Loss 13

    Chapter 16. Well 15

    Chapter 17. Status No. 1 15

    Chapter 18. Forget and remember 16

    Chapter 19. No means to hide 16

    Chapter 20. Completion 16

    Chapter 21. Rainbow 17

    Chapter 22 Six Persons 17

    Chapter 23. Last night. First morning 18.

    Chapter 24. Return 18

    Chapter 25. Not here 19

    Chapter 26. Distribution of News 19

    Chapter 27. Return home 19

    Chapter 28. Superraconductance 20

    Chapter 29. Common Experience 20

    Chapter 30. Return from death 21

    Chapter 31. Three camps 21

    Chapter 32. Visiting the Church 23

    Chapter 33. Mystery of Consciousness 23

    Chapter 34. Decisive dilemma 25

    Chapter 35. Photo 25

    Appendices 26.

    Bibliography 27.

    Notes 28.

Eben Alexander
Proof of paradise

Prologue

A person must see things as they are, and not the way he wants to see them.

Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

Little I often flew in a dream. This usually happened so. I dreamed, as if I stand at night in our yard and I look at the stars, and then suddenly separate from the ground and slowly climb up. The first few inches of lifting into the air occurred spontaneously, without any participation on my part. But soon I noticed that the higher the higher the flight depends on me, more precisely, from my state. If I strained and excited, it suddenly fell down, hardly hitting the Earth. But if I perceived the flight calmly, as something natural, it was rapidly carried out higher and higher in the starry sky.

Perhaps, in part because of these flights, in a dream, I developed a passionate love for aircraft and missiles - and in general to any aircraft that could again give me a feeling of an immense air space. When I was able to fly with my parents, then no matter how far the flight would be, it was impossible to tear away from the porthole. In September 1968, at the age of fourteen, I gave all my money earned by a haircut of the puddles, on the management of the glider, who led one guy named Gus Street at Strokerry Hill, a small "flight field", overgrown with grass, not far from My native town Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I still remember how excitedly my heart was excited when I pulled the dark-red round knob, which pulled the cable connecting me with the towing plane, and my glider rolled out on the take-off field. For the first time in life, I experienced an unforgettable feeling of complete independence and freedom. Most of my friends are for this and loved a mad ride on the car, but, in my opinion, nothing could compare with the delight from the flight at an altitude of a thousand feet.

In the 1970s, while attending the University of North Carolina College, I began to engage in parasitic sports. Our team seemed to me with something like a secret fraternity - because we had special knowledge that were not accessible to everyone else. The first jumps were given to me with great difficulty, I wrote me a real fear. But to the twelfth jump, when I stepped behind the aircraft door to fly in a free fall more than a thousand feet before I cut the parachute (it was my first protracted jump), I already felt confident. In college, I made 365 parachute jumps and flew more than three and a half hours in a free drop, performing acrobatic figures with twenty-five comrades in the air. And although in 1976 I stopped engaging, joyful and very living dreams about Skaydayving continued to dream.

Most of all I liked to jump closer in the late afternoon, when the sun began to go to the horizon. It is difficult to describe my feelings during such jumps: it seemed to me that I was getting closer and closer to what it is impossible to determine, but what I felt frantically. This mysterious "something" was not an enthusiastic feeling of complete loneliness, because we usually jumped with groups of five, six, ten or twelve people, constituting various figures in a free drop. And the harder and harder was the figure, the greater the delight of me covered me.

In 1975, the guys from the University of North Carolina and several friends from the center of parachute preparation were gathered to stay in group jumps with the construction of figures. During the penultimate jump from a light aircraft D-18 "Bichkraft" at an altitude of 10,500 feet we made a snowflake out of ten people. We managed to get together in this figure even before the mark of 7,000 feet, that is, we have been enjoyed flying in this figure in this figure, falling into the gap between the huge clouds, after which a 3,500 feet were cut off, devoted to each other and revealed parachutes.

By the time of our landing, the Sun stood very low, above the earth itself. But we quickly climbed into another plane and took off again, so we managed to capture the last rays of the sun and make another jump before his full sunset. This time, two newbies participated in the jump, which attempted for the first time to join the figure, that is, take care of her outside. Of course, the easiest way to be the main, base parachute, because he just needs to fly down, whereas the rest of the team members have to maneuver in the air to get to him and cling to it with their hands. Nevertheless, both novice rejoiced a difficult test, as we, already experienced parachutists: after all, tracing young guys, subsequently, together with them could perform jumps with even more complex figures.

From the group of six people who had to portray the star over the runway of a small airfield, located near the town of Roanok Rapids, North Carolina, I had to jump the last. In front of me was the guy named Chuck. He had extensive experience in air group acrobatics. At an altitude of 7,500 feet, we still covered the sun, but the street lights already glittered below. I always loved jumping at dusk, and this promised to be just wonderful.

I was to leave the plane about a second after Chuck, and to catch up with the rest, my fall should have passed very rapidly. I decided to dive into the air, as in the sea, down my head and in this position, the first seconds of seven are flying. This would allow me to fall almost a hundred miles per hour faster than my comrades, and to be on the same level with them immediately after they start to build a star.

Typically, during such jumps, descending to a height of 3,500 feet, all parachutists disclaim their arms and diverge as far as possible from each other. Then everyone swears with his hands, feeding the signal, which is ready to reveal his parachute, looks up to make sure that no one is not, and only then pulls over the exhaust cable.

Three, two, one ... march!

One after another plane left four parachutes, behind them and we are with Chuck. Flying down your head and gaining speed in a free fall, I shook that I see the sunset for the second time a day. Approaching the team, I was already going to slow down to slow down in the air, throwing hands to the sides - we had costumes with wings of a fabric from wrists to the hips, which created powerful resistance, completely revealed at high speed.

But I did not have to do this.

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Prologue

A person must see things as they are, and not the way he wants to see them.

Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

Little I often flew in a dream. This usually happened so. I dreamed, as if I stand at night in our yard and I look at the stars, and then suddenly separate from the ground and slowly climb up. The first few inches of lifting into the air occurred spontaneously, without any participation on my part. But soon I noticed that the higher the higher the flight depends on me, more precisely, from my state. If I strained and excited, it suddenly fell down, hardly hitting the Earth. But if I perceived the flight calmly, as something natural, it was rapidly carried out higher and higher in the starry sky.

Perhaps, in part because of these flights, in a dream, I developed a passionate love for aircraft and missiles - and in general to any aircraft that could again give me a feeling of an immense air space. When I was able to fly with my parents, then no matter how far the flight would be, it was impossible to tear away from the porthole. In September 1968, at the age of fourteen, I gave all my money earned by a haircut of the lulls, on the planning of the glider, which was conducted by one guy named Gus Street on Strozerry Hill, a small "flight field", overgrown with grass, not far from My native town Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I still remember how excitedly my heart was excited when I pulled the dark-red round knob, which pulled the cable connecting me with the towing plane, and my glider rolled out on the take-off field. For the first time in life, I experienced an unforgettable feeling of complete independence and freedom. Most of my friends are for this and loved a mad ride on the car, but, in my opinion, nothing could compare with the delight from the flight at an altitude of a thousand feet.

In the 1970s, while attending the University of North Carolina College, I began to engage in parasitic sports. Our team seemed to me with something like a secret fraternity - because we had special knowledge that were not accessible to everyone else. The first jumps were given to me with great difficulty, I wrote me a real fear. But to the twelfth jump, when I stepped behind the aircraft door to fly in a free fall more than a thousand feet before I cut the parachute (it was my first protracted jump), I already felt confident. In college, I made 365 parachute jumps and flew more than three and a half hours in a free drop, performing acrobatic figures with twenty-five comrades in the air. And although in 1976 I stopped engaging, joyful and very living dreams about Skaydayving continued to dream.

Most of all I liked to jump closer in the late afternoon, when the sun began to go to the horizon. It is difficult to describe my feelings during such jumps: it seemed to me that I was getting closer and closer to what it is impossible to determine, but what I felt frantically. This mysterious "something" was not an enthusiastic feeling of complete loneliness, because we usually jumped with groups of five, six, ten or twelve people, constituting various figures in a free drop. And the harder and harder was the figure, the greater the delight of me covered me.

In 1975, the guys from the University of North Carolina and several friends from the center of parachute preparation were gathered to stay in group jumps with the construction of figures. During the penultimate jump from the light aircraft D-18 "Beachcraft" at an altitude of 10,500 feet we made a snowflake out of ten people. We managed to get together in this figure even before the mark of 7,000 feet, that is, we have been enjoyed flying in this figure in this figure, falling into the gap between the huge clouds, after which a 3,500 feet were cut off, devoted to each other and revealed parachutes.

By the time of our landing, the Sun stood very low, above the earth itself. But we quickly climbed into another plane and took off again, so we managed to capture the last rays of the sun and make another jump before his full sunset. This time, two newbies participated in the jump, which attempted for the first time to join the figure, that is, take care of her outside. Of course, the easiest way to be the main, base parachute, because he just needs to fly down, whereas the rest of the team members have to maneuver in the air to get to him and cling to it with their hands. Nevertheless, both novice rejoiced a difficult test, as we, already experienced parachutists: after all, tracing young guys, subsequently, together with them could perform jumps with even more complex figures.

From the group of six people who had to portray the star over the runway of a small airfield, located near the town of Roanok Rapids, North Carolina, I had to jump the last. In front of me was the guy named Chuck. He had extensive experience in air group acrobatics. At an altitude of 7,500 feet, we still covered the sun, but the street lights already glittered below. I always loved jumping at dusk, and this promised to be just wonderful.

I was to leave the plane about a second after Chuck, and to catch up with the rest, my fall should have passed very rapidly. I decided to dive into the air, as in the sea, down my head and in this position, the first seconds of seven are flying. This would allow me to fall almost a hundred miles per hour faster than my comrades, and to be on the same level with them immediately after they start to build a star.

Typically, during such jumps, descending to a height of 3,500 feet, all parachutists disclaim their arms and diverge as far as possible from each other. Then everyone swears with his hands, feeding the signal, which is ready to reveal his parachute, looks up to make sure that no one is not, and only then pulls over the exhaust cable.

- Three, two, one ... march!

One after another plane left four parachutes, behind them and we are with Chuck. Flying down your head and gaining speed in a free fall, I shook that I see the sunset for the second time a day. Approaching the team, I was already going to slow down to slow down in the air, throwing hands to the sides - we had costumes with wings of a fabric from wrists to the hips, which created powerful resistance, completely revealed at high speed.

But I did not have to do this.

Hall falling in the direction of the figure, I noticed that one of the guys approaches it too fast. I do not know, perhaps, he was scared by a rapid descent into a narrow gap between the clouds, reminding that he at the speed of two hundred feet per second rushes towards the giant planet, poorly distinguishable in a thickening darkness. One way or another, but instead of joining the group slowly, he swirl flew to her. And the five remaining parachutists randomly scarked in the air. In addition, they were too close to each other.

This guy left a powerful turbulent trail. This airflow is very dangerous. It is worth the other parachutist to get into it, as the speed of his fall will rapidly increase, and he will stay in the one who is under it. This in turn will give a strong acceleration by both parachutists and throw them on the one who is even lower. In short, a terrible tragedy will happen.

Curved, I devoted from randomly falling group and maneuvering until it turned out to be directly over the "point", a magical point on Earth, we had to reveal parachutes and start a slow two-minute descent.

I turned my head and saw with relief that the rest of the jumpers are already moving away from each other. Among them was Chuck. But, to my surprise, he moved in my direction and soon hung right under me. Apparently, during an erratic fall, the group has passed a height of 2000 feet faster than Chak expected. Or maybe he considered himself a lucky way, which may not comply with the established rules.

"He should not see me!" I did not have time to shoot off in my head, as the back of the chuck pulled up a colored exhaust parachute. The parachute caught the flowing chak the wind, who blew at the speed of one hundred and twenty miles per hour, and carried it on me, at the same time pulling the main parachute.

From the moment when the exhaust parachute was revealed above Chuck, I remained some fractions of a second to react. In less than a second, I had to crash into his main parachute and, most likely, in him. If at such a speed I hurt on his hand or leg, then simply turning it out and at the same time I will get a fatal blow. If we encounter bodies, you will inevitably break down.

They say, in such situations it seems that everything is happening much slower, and this is true. My brain fixed what is happening that has taken only a few microseconds, but perceived it like a film with slow motion.

As soon as the exhaust parachute pulled out over Chuck, my hands pressed themselves to the sides, and I turned upside down my head, bent slightly. Bending the body allowed a little to add speeds. Next for a moment, I made a sharp jerk to the side horizontally, why my body turned into a powerful wing, which allowed the bullet to go past the chuck just before it discontinued the main parachute.

I was joined by him at speed more than a hundred fifty miles per hour, or two hundred twenty feet per second. It is unlikely that he managed to notice the expression of my face. Otherwise, he would see an incredible amazement on it. Some miraculously, I managed to react to the situation, which, if I had a thought of thinking, it would seem simply insoluble!

And yet ... And yet I coped with her, and as a result, we have launched safely with Chuck. I got the impression that, faced with an extreme situation, my brain worked as some kind of heavy duty computer.

How did it happen? During more than twenty years of work, the neurosurgeon - when I studied the brain, watched his work and produced operations on it - I was often asked by this question. And in the end, it came to the conclusion that the brain is so phenomenal body that we do not even guess about his incredible abilities.

Now, I already understand that the present answer to this question is much more complicated and fundamentally different. But to realize this, I had to endure the events that completely changed my life and the worldview. This book is dedicated to these events. They proved to me that, no matter how a wonderful body, a man's brain, he did not save me in that fatal day. What intervened at the moment when the main parachute of Chuck had already begun to open, there was another, deeply hidden side of my personality. It was she managed to work so instantly, because, unlike my brain and body, there is no time.

It was her forced me, a boys, so to rush into the sky. This is not only the most advanced and wise side of our personality, but also the in-depth, intimate. However, I didn't believe it most of my adult life.

However, now I believe, and from further stories you will understand why.

* * *

My profession is neurosurgeon.

In 1976, I graduated from the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill in the specialty of the Chemist and in the 1980s received a doctoral degree in the medical school of the Djuk University. Eleven years, including training in a medical school, then the residency in the Duke, as well as work in the Massachusetts General Hospital and at Harvard's Medical School, I specialized in Neuroendocrinology, studied the interaction between the nervous system and endocrine, consisting of glands that produce various hormones and regulatory activities organism. Two years of these eleven years, I investigated the pathological reaction of blood vessels of certain areas of the brain at a break of aneurysm - syndrome known as cerebral vasospasm.

After graduating from the specialty cerebrovascular neurosurgery in the city of Newcastle-on-mystery in the UK, I was fifteen years old by teaching in Harvard Medical School as an Adjunct Professor on Neurology. Over the years, I operated on a huge number of patients, many of which came with extremely severe and dangerous to the life of brain diseases.

I paid great attention to the study of advanced treatment methods, in particular stereotactic radiosurgery, which allows the surgeon to localized on a certain point of the brain with radiation rays, without affecting the surrounding tissues. I participated in the development and use of magnetic resonance tomography, which is one of the modern methods of studying brain tumors and various violations of its vascular system. During these years, I wrote, one or collaboration with other scientists, more than one hundred and fifty articles for serious medical journals and more than two hundred and more times acted with reports about his work at scientific and medical conferences worldwide.

In a word, I devoted myself entirely to science. I consider a big life success that I managed to find my vocation - knowing the mechanism of functioning of the human body, especially his brain, to heal people using the achievements of modern medicine. But what is equally important, I married a wonderful woman who gave me two beautiful sons, and, although the work took me quite a lot of time, I never forgot about the family, which I always considered another blessed gift of destiny. In short, my life was very successful and happily.

However, on November 10, 2008, when I was fifty-four, luck seemed to change me. As a result of a very rare disease, I plunged into someone for the purpose of seven days. All this time, my neocortex is a new bark, that is, the top layer of the hemispheres of the brain, which, in essence, and makes us people, was disabled, did not actually existed.

When a person has a brain turns off, he also ceases to exist. With my specialty, I had to hear many stories of people who survived an unusual experience, as a rule, after stopping the heart: allegedly they turned out to be in some mysterious and beautiful place, they talked to the dead relatives and even the sort of gentlemen of God.

All these stories, of course, were very interesting, but, in my opinion, were fantasies, pure fiction. What causes these "otherworld" experiences that people who survived clinical death say? I did not claim anything, but in the depths of the soul was confident that they are connected with some violations in the work of the brain. All our experiences and presentations take the beginning of consciousness. If the brain is paralyzed, disabled, you can not be conscious.

Because the brain is a mechanism that first produces consciousness. The destruction of this mechanism means the death of consciousness. With all the incredibly complex and mysterious functioning of the brain, it's just as twice two. Share the cord from the outlet, and the TV will stop working. And the show ends, no matter how you like it. Approximately so I would say before my own brain turned off.

During the coma, my brain is not that worked wrong - he did not work at all. Now I think that it is completely not functioning brain and entailed the depth and intensity of the experience of clinical death (OX), which I suffered during the coma. Most of the stories about OKS are obtained from people who survived the temporary stop of the heart. In these cases, neocortex is also disconnected, but not exposed to irreversible damage - if no later than four minutes later, the flow of oxygen-saturated blood into the brain is restored by cardiopulmonary resuscitation or through spontaneous recovery of cardiac activity. But in my case, neocortex did not give signs of life! I encountered the reality of the world of consciousness that existed absolutely regardless of my inactive brain.

Personal experience of clinical death has become a real explosion for me, shock. As a neurosurgeon, having a large experience of scientific and practical work, I could not only correctly appreciate the reality of the trial conclusions, but also to make the relevant conclusions.

These findings are incredibly important. My experience has shown me that the death of the body and the brain does not mean the death of consciousness that human life continues and after the burial of his material body. But the most important thing is that it continues under the closer look of God who loves all of us and takes care of each of us and about the world, where the universe itself is ultimately and everything that is in it.

The world where I was, was real - so real that, compared to this world, the life we \u200b\u200blead here and now is completely ghostly. However, this does not mean that I do not rush to my present life. On the contrary, I appreciate it even more than before. Because now I understand its true meaning.

Life is not something meaningless. But from here we are not able to understand this, in any case, not always. The history of what happened to me during the stay in the coma is performed by the deepest meaning. But it's quite difficult to tell her about it, since she is too alien to our usual ideas. I can't shout about her for the whole world. At the same time, my conclusions are based on a medical analysis and knowledge of the most advanced concepts of science on the brain and consciousness. Realizing the truth underlying my journey, I realized that it was simply obliged to tell about her. Make it the most worthy way has become the main task for me.

This does not mean that I left the scientific and practical activity of the neurosurgeon. Just now, when I had the honor to understand that our life does not end with the death of the body and brain, I consider my duty, to tell people about what I saw outside my body and this world. It is especially important to me to do this for those who heard the stories about the like my cases and would like to believe them, but something prevents these people entirely to take them on faith.

My book and the spiritual message concluded in it is first of all named after them. My story is incredibly important and at the same time truthful.

Eben Alexander

Proof of paradise

A person must see things as they are, and not the way he wants to see them.

Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

Little I often flew in a dream. This usually happened so. I dreamed, as if I stand at night in our yard and I look at the stars, and then suddenly separate from the ground and slowly climb up. The first few inches of lifting into the air occurred spontaneously, without any participation on my part. But soon I noticed that the higher the higher the flight depends on me, more precisely, from my state. If I strained and excited, it suddenly fell down, hardly hitting the Earth. But if I perceived the flight calmly, as something natural, it was rapidly carried out higher and higher in the starry sky.

Perhaps, in part because of these flights, in a dream, I developed a passionate love for aircraft and missiles - and in general to any aircraft that could again give me a feeling of an immense air space. When I was able to fly with my parents, then no matter how far the flight would be, it was impossible to tear away from the porthole. In September 1968, at the age of fourteen, I gave all my money earned by a haircut of the lulls, on the planning of the glider, which was conducted by one guy named Gus Street on Strozerry Hill, a small "flight field", overgrown with grass, not far from My native town Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I still remember how excitedly my heart was excited when I pulled the dark-red round knob, which pulled the cable connecting me with the towing plane, and my glider rolled out on the take-off field. For the first time in life, I experienced an unforgettable feeling of complete independence and freedom. Most of my friends are for this and loved a mad ride on the car, but, in my opinion, nothing could compare with the delight from the flight at an altitude of a thousand feet.

In the 1970s, while attending the University of North Carolina College, I began to engage in parasitic sports. Our team seemed to me with something like a secret fraternity - because we had special knowledge that were not accessible to everyone else. The first jumps were given to me with great difficulty, I wrote me a real fear. But to the twelfth jump, when I stepped behind the aircraft door to fly in a free fall more than a thousand feet before I cut the parachute (it was my first protracted jump), I already felt confident. In college, I made 365 parachute jumps and flew more than three and a half hours in a free drop, performing acrobatic figures with twenty-five comrades in the air. And although in 1976 I stopped engaging, joyful and very living dreams about Skaydayving continued to dream.

Most of all I liked to jump closer in the late afternoon, when the sun began to go to the horizon. It is difficult to describe my feelings during such jumps: it seemed to me that I was getting closer and closer to what it is impossible to determine, but what I felt frantically. This mysterious "something" was not an enthusiastic feeling of complete loneliness, because we usually jumped with groups of five, six, ten or twelve people, constituting various figures in a free drop. And the harder and harder was the figure, the greater the delight of me covered me.

In 1975, the guys from the University of North Carolina and several friends from the center of parachute preparation were gathered to stay in group jumps with the construction of figures. During the penultimate jump from the light aircraft D-18 "Beachcraft" at an altitude of 10,500 feet we made a snowflake out of ten people. We managed to get together in this figure even before the mark of 7,000 feet, that is, we have been enjoyed flying in this figure in this figure, falling into the gap between the huge clouds, after which a 3,500 feet were cut off, devoted to each other and revealed parachutes.

By the time of our landing, the Sun stood very low, above the earth itself. But we quickly climbed into another plane and took off again, so we managed to capture the last rays of the sun and make another jump before his full sunset. This time, two newbies participated in the jump, which attempted for the first time to join the figure, that is, take care of her outside. Of course, the easiest way to be the main, base parachute, because he just needs to fly down, whereas the rest of the team members have to maneuver in the air to get to him and cling to it with their hands. Nevertheless, both novice rejoiced a difficult test, as we, already experienced parachutists: after all, tracing young guys, subsequently, together with them could perform jumps with even more complex figures.

From the group of six people who had to portray the star over the runway of a small airfield, located near the town of Roanok Rapids, North Carolina, I had to jump the last. In front of me was the guy named Chuck. He had extensive experience in air group acrobatics. At an altitude of 7,500 feet, we still covered the sun, but the street lights already glittered below. I always loved jumping at dusk, and this promised to be just wonderful.

I was to leave the plane about a second after Chuck, and to catch up with the rest, my fall should have passed very rapidly. I decided to dive into the air, as in the sea, down my head and in this position, the first seconds of seven are flying. This would allow me to fall almost a hundred miles per hour faster than my comrades, and to be on the same level with them immediately after they start to build a star.

Typically, during such jumps, descending to a height of 3,500 feet, all parachutists disclaim their arms and diverge as far as possible from each other. Then everyone swears with his hands, feeding the signal, which is ready to reveal his parachute, looks up to make sure that no one is not, and only then pulls over the exhaust cable.

Three, two, one ... march!

One after another plane left four parachutes, behind them and we are with Chuck. Flying down your head and gaining speed in a free fall, I shook that I see the sunset for the second time a day. Approaching the team, I was already going to slow down to slow down in the air, throwing hands to the sides - we had costumes with wings of a fabric from wrists to the hips, which created powerful resistance, completely revealed at high speed.

But I did not have to do this.

I am falling in the direction of the figure, I noticed that one of the guys is approaching her in a slop quickly. I do not know, perhaps, he was scared by a rapid descent into a narrow gap between the clouds, reminding that he at the speed of two hundred feet per second rushes towards the giant planet, poorly distinguishable in a thickening darkness. One way or another, but instead of joining the group slowly, he swirl flew to her. And the five remaining parachutists randomly scarked in the air. In addition, they were too close to each other.

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