ABSTRACT
Meanwhile, when I was calling on my ongod, it seemed to me that something invisible embraced me suddenly and I became conscienceless [sic]. Afterwards it seemed very easy for me myself and I, riding on a nice horse, began to travel through unknown beautiful mountain, plain and river areas. During this time I met a lot of Grand-grand Fathers and Mothers (ongons) in a consecutive way. Unfortunately, I did not know what topics were they talking about. Only after their departure and my return I began to understand gradually, who were in my place, what they were talking or asking about etc.
