Vangelia Dimitrova is the great Vanga, a woman with amazing abilities: she penetrated the past, far and near, predicted the future; having looked into the most secret corners of the human "I", I could heal from physical and mental pain; she had access to invisible worlds, from where she received information and generously shared her knowledge with people …
Childhood childhood
Vanga was born in Macedonia in the town of Strumica on January 31, 1911. The girl was born seven months old, was very weak, with fused fingers and toes. No one knew if the newborn would survive, and, wrapped in an ox stomach and unwashed wool, they laid her near the oven: God forbid, she would not die! In March, the child burst into tears for the first time in his life, and local grandmothers explained to the alarmed mother that, in fact, the girl was born just now. All this time, the baby was not named in any way - in Strumica there was a custom not to give a name to the child, if you did not know for sure whether he would survive. Now, as the family counted, the girl earned the right to have a name, and the next day the baby's grandmother went outside and asked the first woman she met to name the girl. "Vangelia," she said. This Greek name literally means "bearer of the good news"everyone liked it very much.
… Vanga was only three years old when, after the second birth, her mother suddenly died. And a year later, in 1915, her father, a small landowner, was taken into the Bulgarian army. Vanga remained in the care of Asanitsa's neighbor - a kind and compassionate Turkish woman.
Three years later, his father returned and soon married the most beautiful girl in Strumitsa - Tanka Georgieva. He needed a hostess, and the children needed a mother.
Alas, the careless childhood was soon over. Vanga's father went bankrupt, and in 1923 the family, in which, in addition to Vanga herself, there were two more young children, moved to his father's brother, Krostadin, who lived more prosperously and could somehow help them.
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Catastrophe
Already in childhood, Vanga began to show her extraordinary abilities. For example, she could tell exactly where this or that thing lies that her father and stepmother could not find.
And soon adults began to notice that Wanga was playing a strange game: in the yard she put some object, then returned to the house and, closing her eyes, began to feel everything around, moving in search of an object. And as if she had brought trouble to herself! When Vanga was 12 years old, a disaster struck. Once a terrible storm came. The whirlwind, in which dust, clods of earth, twigs and leaves unimaginably mixed, lifted the girl and carried her two kilometers into the field. No one remembers how long the storm lasted, and Vanga was found littered with stones, earth and branches. She seemed distraught with fear, but much worse was the cutting pain in her dusty eyes - the girl could not open them. At home, they washed her eyes with decoctions of herbs, gave her holy and charmed water, anointed her with balms, made compresses, and turned to healers and healers. Nothing worked. Vanga underwent three operations, for which money was hardly found, but her eyesight did not return … There was only one way out - the house of the blind.
… Everything was new and interesting there. The children were taught the Braille alphabet, taught various subjects, and studied music with the children. Much time was devoted to practical exercises - the girls mastered cooking, cleaning the house, knitting.
Here Vanga met her first love, but the wedding did not take place: during the absence of the blind girl, Tanka had another baby, a girl Lyubka, and two years later her stepmother died giving birth to her fourth child. Vanga had to return home, where poverty and children awaited her - small, small, dirty and sick from malnutrition.
Hope and courage
The father went to work in the villages, hiring a farm laborer or a shepherd, and the Dimitrovs faced a new test: an earthquake occurred in Strumica, which destroyed their adobe house. A few days later, my father built a small hut out of reed stalks - just a tiny room and a canopy - and smeared it with clay. This hut became their only home for many years.
In the city and surrounding villages, the news quickly spread that the blind girl knits beautifully, and people began to bring her work. They paid with food and old knitted things, from which Vanga tied clothes for herself, sisters and brothers. The whole day was scheduled literally by the minute - Vanga did not like to mess around and did not allow anyone to sit without work: the sisters weaved, baked bread, washed, repaired clothes. On Sunday we attended church, and after lunch, neighbors would come to their yard to gossip …
In the Strumitsa region there is such a custom: on the eve of St. George's Day, girls throw various objects into a jug in order to find out their fate from them the next day. The jug was usually placed in the yard of Vanga, and her friends often appointed her as their "oracle." Taking out objects from a jug, she predicted fate, and everything came true unusually accurately. Very often, Wanga could guess which of the girls had a dream, and interpreted the dream.
Do not be afraid! I'll be there for you
The Dimitrov family was always haunted by poverty, forcing them to work day and night. And then one day Vanga's health could not stand - she fell seriously ill with pleurisy and for almost eight months was between life and death. The neighbors even raised money for the funeral … But Wanga was healed, and after her illness her abilities began to manifest even stronger.
In 1940, his father died suddenly, and hard, hopeless days began to flow. At that time, the girl often told her neighbors that they should make a sacrifice to the Church of the Fifteen Holy Martyrs in order to save the village from destruction, since there would be a war in a year. She saw in a dream all the upcoming events, but the neighbors did not believe her. And at the beginning of 1941, an ancient warrior appeared to Vanga, dressed in armor that burned in the moonbeams. He went into the room - and it became as bright as day. Turning to the girl, the warrior spoke: “Soon the world will be shaken and many people will perish. You will live here and prophesy about the living and the dead. Do not be afraid! I will be next to you, I will tell you what to predict to people."
In April, German troops entered the village. All residents left their homes and hid in the forest. And Vanga stayed with Lyubka. The people who returned a few days later saw that the village remained intact, the Germans left, and Vanga stood in the room in the corner in front of a lighted lamp and spoke in a sonorous voice. With amazing accuracy, she named the places and events, the names of the mobilized men who would either return home or be killed. This went on for many months, and Wanga did not sleep at all for a whole year. Her appearance so amazed people that they felt the desire to kneel in front of her. The fame of her wonderful gift quickly spread throughout the cities and towns.
… This is how the legend of Vanga was born.
Personal happiness
Since 1942, people began to flock to the Dimitrovs' house. Everyone wanted to personally hear from Vanga about themselves, about their family, their future. In 1943 even Hitler came to see her! "Leave Russia alone, you will lose the war," Wanga told him. And once the soldiers of the quartermaster regiment visited the courtyard. Among them was 23-year-old Dimitar Gushterov - he came to find out about his brother's killer.
… Vanga sunk into the soul of Dimitar. At every opportunity, he stopped by her in the village, they talked for a long time in private, and soon he proposed to her.
People were gossiping - how can a blind woman become a good wife and mistress of the house? But, having swallowed the offense, Wanga soon showed what she was capable of. A strong character helped her not to be afraid of gossip, poverty and any difficulties. She moved to her husband's family and began to build her personal happiness.
It was short-lived - the mobilization of reserve soldiers began, and Dimitar ended up in Greece. In parting, he told Vanga that if he survived, he would build her a new house and make sure that she did not need anything. He fulfilled his promise in 1947, finally returning from military service.
Glory
After 12 years, Dimitar died, and from that time on, Vanga's whole life was devoted to people.
From the very early morning in front of her house there was already a crowd of suffering. Thousands of people, unknown and great, met with her hoping to get answers to their questions: heads of state and public figures, writers and scientists. And everyone was convinced of the veracity of her predictions. She prescribed treatment and explained the cause of the illness to some, warned others against wrong steps, and helped others to find missing relatives. As a rule, Vanga asked to bring a piece of sugar with her, from which she seemed to read information, but could receive messages from everything that surrounded her: from herbs and trees, stones and birds, from space, from the past and future. Vanga warned that there is an all-seeing eye over all of us. “No one can hide from anything! Do not think that you can do anything without consequences …"
Roerich and Tikhonov
There are many cases of Vanga's clairvoyance, confirmed by witnesses and officially recorded. So, long before the elections, she said that Jimmy Carter would be president only once, and that Indira Gandhi would again become prime minister, Wanga announced seven months before this event. And long before the death of her son Gandhi, she predicted his death, though not at the hands of terrorists, but in a plane crash.
Vanga was visited by the son of Nicholas Roerich Svyatoslav - like his father, a famous painter. Vanga's niece, Krasimira Stoyanova, recalls this meeting this way:
“… He was silently sitting opposite his aunt, and she spoke in an even and calm voice. She "saw" in Roerich's study a large ceramic vase in which a lily of amazingly pure white color grew. “This is the greatest spiritual decoration of your home,” Wanga said. - A beautiful lily glistens for me with the silver of the eternal heavenly snows of Tibet and the Himalayas. From there, from Tibet, the history of mankind began, there you should look for its roots, there - the explanation of many amazing and strange mysteries of the earthly life of people. Your father was not just an artist, but also an inspired prophet. All his paintings are insights, predictions. They are encrypted, but an attentive and sensitive heart will tell the viewer the code, and the meaning of the paintings will become clear. You must continue your father's work with all diligence. It is so destined."
In 1979, our famous artist Vyacheslav Tikhonov came to Vanga. The soothsayer stunned him with an unexpected question, asked, moreover, in a very stern voice:
"Why didn't you fulfill the wish of your friend Yuri Gagarin?" Tikhonov was silent in bewilderment, and Vanga continued: “When Gagarin went on his last test flight, he came to say goodbye and said, smiling:“I wanted to make you a gift, but there is no time for shopping, buy yourself an alarm clock, put it on the table - it will be a memory about me". Hearing these words, Tikhonov almost fainted, he was drunk with valerian. Having regained consciousness, he confirmed that everything was so: he forgot to buy an alarm clock because of the turmoil after the death of Gagarin.
The Russian prose writer Leonid Leonov also visited Vanga. She warned him that his manuscripts would be burned. The writer did not really believe it, but just in case he moved them from the dacha to the city apartment. There they burned down.
Lost and Found
And here are some more examples from Vanga's life.
Restorers were working in one dilapidated church when valuable ancient icons disappeared from there. The thieves were searched for throughout the district, but in vain. We turned to Vanga. She immediately said that the thieves were restorers, and listed in detail everything that they had stolen and how they had confused the traces of the crime. The kidnappers were shocked, confessed to their deeds and bitterly repented.
Another detective story, but with a comic flavor.
Vanga lost a new velvet dress from the closet. Finding the loss, she was not in the least upset. “Never mind, the unfortunate woman who took it will rejoice in the dress,” said Vanga, “but after that she will suffer from shame. Will not know how to return. There is no need to lock the closet, soon the dress will be there. A week later, the dress was hanging on a hanger again in the closet.
In 1944, a peasant learned that his son had been killed by the Germans near Novoye Selo in Macedonia. The peasant went there in the hope of digging up the body and reburying it at home.
They opened seven graves, but the father did not identify the son. Then he turned to Vanga for help. She said that the grave he was looking for was on the river bank, near a large bush. When this grave was dug up, documents with a photograph of the peasant's son fell out of the victim's jacket pocket.
Extraterrestrial contacts
Vanga did not have children of her own, but the daughters of Lyubka's younger sister were always nearby. One of them - the already mentioned Krasimira - kept something like a diary. Once Wanga told her niece that she had been meeting with aliens for about a year. Here are snippets from this story:
“… They are transparent. They look like a reflection of a person in water … They say that they fly from the planet Vamfim - the third from Earth, in any case, this is how I hear it … Sometimes one of them takes my hand and leads me to his planet … Everything on their planet is very beautiful … They control us … They said that Yuri Gagarin did not burn on the plane and did not die. He was "taken". By whom, why, where - they do not explain."
Remembers Academician Bekhterev
In conclusion - a recollection of a meeting with Vanga Natalia Petrovna Bekhtereva, a neurophysiologist, a specialist in the study of the brain and human psyche, academician of the Russian Academy of Sciences and the Academy of Medical Sciences:
“… We walked along a dirt road, soft with dust, and… our footsteps were not heard. And nevertheless, soon after I approached the fence around the courtyard … her shrill voice rang out: “I know that you have arrived, Natalya, come to the fence, do not hide behind a man.”
… I was called to Vanga. On a chair at … a table sits Vanga, "Aunt Vanga", who calls everyone in "you" and who must also be called "you". She is blind, her face is distorted, but as you look at her, the face seems more and more attractive, pure, sweet. I didn't have a traditional lump of sugar … According to Vanga, a lump of sugar absorbs information about what is coming in a day, and then Wanga reads it with his fingers. I gave her a wonderful Pavlovo Posad shawl in a plastic bag. Vanga took out a handkerchief from the bag: "Oh, you didn't touch it at all," and began to stroke the plastic bag. “Why did you come? What do you want to know? " “Nothing special,” I replied, “I wanted to meet you. I am researching the properties of the human brain, and I wanted to talk to you myself. " "For science, then yes."
“… Right now your mother has come. She's here. He wants to tell you something. And you can ask her. " - “Mom is probably angry with me” (my mother died in 1975, was buried in the Krasnodar Territory. I was with Vanga in 1989). Vanga listened, listened and suddenly said: “No, she is not angry with you. It is all a disease; she says: it's all a disease. " And then - to me, at the same time showing with his hands: “She had such a paralysis, - Vanga's hands imitate trembling.
- Here is one. “Parkinsonism,” I comment. - "Yes, yes, that's right, parkinsonism." And so it was, my mother for 12 years suffered from severe parkinsonism …
… And then Wanga began to ask me: "Where is your father?" “I don’t know,” I answered not quite the truth. “How can you not know, it was murder, murder! And where is the coffin (the coffin is the grave)? Where is his coffin? " - "I do not know". It's already true here. "How can you not know, you must know, you try and you will know."
Ah, Vanga, Vanga, I thought, well, who will tell me where the bones of my shot father lie!
They said … It is very likely that together with the same unfortunate people, my father was buried near Leningrad, in Levashovo.
Farther. “Something I can hardly see your husband, as if in a fog. Where is he?" - "In Leningrad". - "In Leningrad … yes … it's bad, I don't see him well." A few months later, my husband died in a rather tragic situation.
There are a lot of people who claim to be able to see the past, present and future. It was important for me to make sure myself - yes, it happens. And far from everything can be rejected as obtained by the "staff of informants". By the way, with a staff of informants, which is hardly available, what to do with those found in swamps, more often forests, cows and calves - at the exact instructions of Vanga."
For more than half a century, people from all over the world came to Vanga for help and advice. But now her earthly journey ended - she died at the age of 85 on August 11, 1996 at 10 hours 10 minutes in the morning - exactly on that day and hour, which she herself predicted. Yes, Wanga was blind. But her face and her soul radiated light.