When asked by the intrigued readers “Who are you, Vadim Zeland?”, I usually reply “I’m no one (special)”. My biography (life) cannot and should not be of any interest, as it was not me, who created Transurfing, I merely channel the ancient knowledge that gives access to a world in which the impossible becomes possible.

If one follows certain rules, the usual reality stops being something completely external and uncontrollable, – one can learn to rule it! And to channel that knowledge without any personal distortions, I really ought to be “nobody”, just “an empty vessel”. The great mystery is still secret just because it is incredibly simple – the truth lies on the surface, and it requires just a carrier to bring that truth to people. In this case a personality does not matter. What is of true interest is (are?) the custodians who have passed me the ancient knowledge.

However, they tend to keep in the background, too. I am 45 years old. Before the collapse of the Soviet Union I did research in quantum physics, then I was engaged in computer technologies, and now I am a full-time author. I live in Russia. All the rest does not matter.

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Since that time,the book and its extraordinary wealth of information have been largely lost and forgotten. The purpose of this new, revised edition is to bring Peter Kelder’s message back before the public in hope that large
numbers of people will be influenced and helped by it.

It is impossible to say whether Peter Kelder’s story of Colonel Bradford is based on fact, fiction, or a blend of the
two. But the validity of his message is beyond question. My own experience, as well as letters and notes from
readers throughout the world, proves to my complete satisfaction that the five rites do really work! I cannot
promise that the rites will erase 50 years from your age, transform you overnight, or make you live to 125. But I
do know that they can help anyone to look and feel years younger, and to gain a greater sense of well-being. If you
perform the rites daily, you should begin to notice results in 30 days or less. In about ten weeks, you’ll probably start
to see more substantial benefits. Whatever the pace of your progress, it’s always a thrilling moment when
friends actually begin to comment that you are looking younger and healthier.

If the five rites really work, the big question is how?

How could simple exercises have such a profound effect on the body’s aging process? It is interesting to note that
Peter Kelder’s explanation, which you are about to read, does find some support in recent scientific advancements.
Kirlian photography, which shows the body surrounded by an invisible electrical field or “aura,” does
indeed suggest that we are “fed” by some form of energy that permeates the universe. It is also true that the Kirlian
aura of a young, healthy person is different from that of an aging, unhealthy person.

How could simple exercises have such a profound effect on the body’s aging process? It is interesting to note thatMr. Kelder’s explanation, which you are about to read, does find some support in recent scientific advancements.Kirlian photography, which shows the body surrounded by an invisible electrical field or “aura,” doesindeed suggest that we are “fed” by some form of energy that permeates the universe. It is also true that the Kirlianaura of a young, healthy person is different from that of an aging, unhealthy person.

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Daydreams begin sometime in the child’s first decade, usually around the age of eight or nine. At this age the boy inevitably projects himself in terms of raw power. Frequently he is faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and can leap buildings at a single bound. He becomes the Ghenghis Khan of the fourth grade, the Attila the Hun of the local shopping center, the General George Patton of Cub Scout Local 216. His parents are being tortured to death in a horribly creative way: for example, over some tremendous fire at the end of sharpened spears they are being fried as marshmallows. Sometimes the child arrives in time to save his parents; sometimes, in fact most times, he arrives just too late and, after demolishing the villains, concentrates his imagination on himself marching in the middle of a giant state funeral procession bathed in tears. The procession is attacked by the enemy and he leaps with his sword . . .

By the age of thirteen the scene has usually shifted to Yankee Stadium, where the boy, playing for the hopeless Yankees, with the bases loaded, two outs and his team trailing by three runs in the last half of the ninth inning in the seventh game of the World Series, manages to stroke a 495-foot drive off the highest part of the fence in right center field and, with a fantastic flash around the bases and an impossible headfirst slide, just touches home plate with the extended uncut fingernail of his left pinky. In December, late in the fourth quarter and his team trailing by five points he runs back an intercepted pass 109 yards, carrying fourteen men over the goal line on his back, eleven opposition players, one incompetent referee and two fans who are already trying to congratulate him. In the spring, with two seconds left to win the game he sinks a one handed jump shot from the foul line, his own foul line.

In the world of sports, girls are absent, but by the age of sixteen or seventeen the stroke of a baseball has been replaced by other strokes, and the only ones intercepting passes are female. The boy has become a man, and the man is commander-in-chief of a harem. Here things go on beyond the wildest imagination of anyone – except that of the boy doing the dreaming. A woman, panting helplessly, flings her nude body onto the hero, who, puffing nonchalantly on a Corsican cigarette and tastefully sipping a glass of rare New York State wine, and steering his Aston-Martin at 165 miles-per hour down a rarely used road in the Alps, manages to give the girl the most exciting love experience of her life. If a male at the age of seventeen is sometimes once again Attila the Hun it is in order to round up the conquered Roman women and, twirling his sword and his mustache, choose fifteen or sixteen to spend the night with him. If he once again scores the winning touchdown, it is in order to walk dramatically into the senior prom, limping badly and trailing blood along the floor behind him like a leaky oil truck, and watch the women melt into gooey syrup at the sight of him.

But by the age of twenty-one our male is either engaged, married or sated; the world he wants to rule is a new world he has become Horatio Alger. With grim determination and uncanny acuity he invests fifty-six dollars in the stock market and after buying and selling with cool nonchalance over a period of six months, finally sells out, pocketing a cool $4,862,927.33. When the board of General Motors is panicked by the threat of disarmament he calmly presents his invention of an inexpensive jet sportscar built in the shape of a Polaris missile and getting fifty miles per gallon of jet fuel. In three weeks he is on the covers of Time, Fortune and Success! But in the next few years he is earning a modest salary as second clerk at Pierce, Perkins and Poof and is upset at the injustice and hypocrisy that exist in the world: a world in which some men are athletic stars, James Bonds and millionaires and he is not; he is morally appalled. In his dreams he recreates the world, righting all wrongs, eliminating suffering, redistributing wealth, redistributing women, ending all wars. He becomes a reincarnation of Mahatma Buddha. Jesus Christ and Hugh Hefner. Evil governments topple, corrupt churches collapse, laws are revised, and Truth, written in Xeroxed tablets of stone by our hero, is presented to the world. Every one is happy.

Except our hero, whose income continues to be modest. At the age of twenty-five he has reached the first apex of the Rhinehart Power Pattern for Men: the dream of reforming the world. By the age of twenty-eight or nine regression has begun. His wife is reminding him that the world is still unreformed and that other men are earning … et cetera. He returns to his dreams of success. Only now they are more modest, more limited. Now he rules only Pierce, Perkins and Poof and not General Motors. Now his coup on the stock market is only a thousand dollars, not four million. Middle age, like rigor mortis, has set in.

The regression continues: in three or four years he reassumes his position as managing director of a harem, but it isn’t what it used to be. It is populated with secretaries, receptionists and, on particularly good days, a famous movie star. Jane Fonda, while protest picketing at Pierce, Perkins and Poof, takes one glance at him and drags him off to a commune where – but it doesn’t seem quite real, so he returns to the conquering of the little telephone operator Maggie Blemish.

At the age of thirty-seven he suddenly resigns from Pierce, Perkins and Poof to join the New York Football Giants. The prospect of running 109 yards or dragging fourteen men on his back no longer seems as jolly as it did at the age of thirteen, so he joins the Giants as head coach. Although his team has finished dead last for six consecutive seasons and still has the same incompetent men, our male introduces a new spread formation with three running quarterbacks separated by thirty yards and a center who can hike the ball to any one of them, and the Giants, running new quadruple reverses off fake-draw quick kicks, all season, win fourteen straight. He takes over as head coach of the New York Hockey Rangers at midseason and, thanks to a revolutionary introduction of six men into the forward line – but the pattern is familiar.

At the age of forty-one it is complete; the male, resigning his six head-coach-ships, once again dreams of conquering the world. The accumulated bitterness of the years asserts itself, he becomes as fast as a speeding bullet, as powerful as a locomotive and can leap buildings with three powerful strides. He becomes a General Curtis LeMay and bombs China back into the Stone Age. He becomes a Spiro Agnew and puts the blacks and hippies and liberals firmly in then places. His wife and children are being tortured to death in some horribly creative way: over a fire at the end of sharpened sticks they are being roasted as marshmallows. Sometimes he arrives in time to save his children, sometimes even his wife. But most times he arrives just too late. The giant state funeral procession in which, in tears, he is marching is attacked by the enemy, and leaping back into action with his tactical nuclear weapons . . .

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Life is real only then, when “I am” (download)

Although this text is no more than a fragmentary and preliminary draft of what G. I. Gurdjieff intended to write for the Third Series, “Life Is Real Only Then, When ‘I Am,’ ” his family feel obliged to obey our uncle’s wish, as he emphasized in his introduction, “to share with creatures similar to himself everything he had learned about the inner world of man.”

We consider we are being faithful to his intention when he wrote the introduction and thus are also meeting the expectations of very many people interested in his teaching.

Carolinda Witt and her team up have modernized the famous anti-aging routine called The Five Tibetan Rites calling it “T5T” for short: They have boosted its already powerful benefits and made it even easier to learn.

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