Now it has become fashionable to write about extraterrestrial contacts and evil spirits. I want to tell you about what happened to me personally, in my youth. This article was one of the first published by another on the Internet. But finding her is not so easy, and there are certain reasons for this.
First of all, I would like to note that most of the works related to the "Unknown" sin with one feature: confusion of facts.
UFO phenomena are referred to as ghosts, ghosts (our terrestrial phenomena!) Are referred to as Unidentified Flying Objects.
As I said in my narration of "The Corner of My Memory", UFOs are an Unidentified Flying Object or "Unidentifiable Object" and not the "Flying Saucer" or "Cigar-shaped Objects" that prevented the launch of American missiles to strike Vietnam in 68 AD.
In one article "Does the brownie read minds?" described the inner ability of a person - extrasensory perception (special sensitivity) in the search for jewelry, as help from a brownie. Brownie doesn't read minds! He communicates with the help of his thoughts, since he does not have a vocal apparatus capable of setting air in motion, creating a sound effect. There are only exceptional cases of manifestation of … how can I put it? … "speech communication". Since the voice sounds inside one person, like the direct sound of a voice, but completely not perceived by others.
Saying that a brownie reads thoughts is like saying: a person reads the interlocutor's oral speech.
And now about the essence of what happened to me.
On the first anniversary of the death of Vladimir Vysotsky, quite by accident I got to a session of "fortune telling on a saucer." Being a pure materialist, he was skeptical about this and decided to debunk the trick on the part of the participants in some way. But to debunk something, you have to participate … So I joined in with participation, that is, put my fingers on the saucer. If you move the inverted saucer with your fingers along the back of the oilcloth, you can feel the friction of the saucer on the oilcloth, the sound of friction and feel this friction with your fingertips, like a small vibration. I am writing in such detail, because I myself checked how the fingers perceive the friction of the saucer on oilcloth, with the same saucer on the same oilcloth.
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And then none of the above happened! There was the impression that the saucer was hovering over the oilcloth, perhaps at a distance of several fractions of a millimeter or micron, but it was clearly understood that the saucer did not touch the oilcloth. And although I was not a weak person (I worked as a fitter for the repair of refrigeration equipment on the basis of the "Organization of Workers Supply"), and when you twist the nuts with your fingers, then the training for the fingers is still the same. But now I am trying to press the saucer against the oilcloth and slow down the movement of the saucer, and I can’t help it, the thin fingers of my two relatives could not touch the saucer, which I pressed against the oilcloth, as if they did not notice anything. And I begin to understand that besides the three of us participating in the seance, there is a fourth force, the same with which I encountered a little earlier.
I think it will be interesting for you to read about this case too …
Somehow there was a storm over the Kola Peninsula, and such that the wind put down, bending at the base of the three power transmission towers along which electricity came to the city, and our city of Monchegorsk was left without electricity for three days. The light was given to the city at 22:00 on December 31, I don't remember exactly the year.
My former classmate Vladimir Semyonov (real surname and first name) came to visit me and the glow of the candles ("Polar night" after all, when morning is at 11:30, and twilight is at 14:30.) Sent our train of thought to an experiment: tell fortunes on the book. And this is done like this: we take a book, insert scissors into it and tie them with a ribbon so that the bow is on the bottom side, under the heads of the scissors two people substitute their fingertips, on which they lift the book and the session begins. But here we need to ask questions so that the answer is “Yes” or “No”, and before the session, we decide out loud: where which corner of the book should move when answering “Yes” and “No”.
We ask questions, and the book begins to move, answering our questions.
Our daring minds are trying to understand what is happening at the moment and right there we put forward various versions: hand vibration - and we create an emphasis under our hands from the backs of chairs, but the book continues to answer our questions, and we agreed in advance “Do not correct fingers, if the book can fall and not "let go" of the spirit, and let the book fall. We decide not to play along with the "book" in anything. " Version two: draft, the solution is simple - we go into the bathroom, plug the gap under the door, glue the ventilation grill and even plug the drain holes in the bathroom and sink. The candle burned in a column and no deviations, which indicated the complete isolation of the bathroom: no draft. The book answers our questions. Second solution: check how long we can hold the book if we don't ask questions. It turns outthis can be done infinitely … The book moves only after asking the spirit with a question. We even controlled each other exactly what movement the book made and how much it moved. What if we each have our own personal hallucination ?!
The next version: pulsation of the capillaries in the fingertips. The question is solved here simply: with scissors I cut off a piece of clothesline over my head, thread the rope through the heads of the scissors and hang the book on another clothesline, while the upper parts of the rope are spread wider than the heads of the scissors, twenty degrees from the vertical. The book hangs in the air, there is no draft, the candle is set at the maximum distance from the book (as far as the dimensions of the bathroom allowed), we breathe to the side and even cover our mouth with our hand when we ask questions. Now, she shouldn't move any more! And the "insidious" question for the spirit comes to my mind: "Do spirits exist?"
And… if, earlier, when it was lying on the fingers, the book moved by three to four millimeters, then here we saw how the book turned slowly and without any swinging… by NINE DEGREES! and just as slowly, without any unnecessary movement and deviation further than 90 degrees, returned to its previous position.
It turned not 80 or 100 degrees, but 90 degrees 00 minutes! It was a perfectly conscious movement of an inanimate object.
I was standing closer to the book, and when I rushed … I just rushed, because I still had time to think that now I would smear Vovka on the door if he did not open the latch at the door. I was dreaming … when I, lying on the floor of the corridor, slammed the bathroom door with my foot, Vovka was no longer in the corridor.
I get up and start thinking: maybe I shut Volodka in the bathroom? Well, a person cannot have time to open the latch and disappear into the complete darkness of someone else's room, having overcome the corridor in such a short time, when I fell out of the bathroom, because I did not run, I jumped out of the bath, which is why I fell to the floor.
- "Vovka, where are you?" I asked the darkness. And from somewhere in the small room I heard "I am here."
It was he who managed in pitch darkness (the candle remained in the bathroom) to slip through the corridor, a large room (though not through, but along the edge) and hid in a small room.
Such an effect on us, this experiment with the book produced.
Gathering courage, with the help of a spare candle, they opened the door to the bathroom and uttered the coveted phrase "Spirit, we are letting you go", stuck their hand with scissors through the door, fearing to cross the bathroom threshold and with the second scissors, cut the rope on which the book hung. They closed the door to the bathroom and sat silently on the sofa for a long time. Later they exchanged their conjectures about what this could mean. This was my first experience in spiritualism.
My second contact with seances happened through a saucer, and with this I began the story, already as a consequence of our second seance on a saucer before the second anniversary of the death of Vladimir Vysotsky.
From the first session we have adopted one rule: even if you think that the spirit has not come, always say the phrase: "We release you from the spirit." Otherwise, big troubles can happen at night, then the girls got off only with the sounds of footsteps at night, as if they were barefoot on the linoleum, and realizing what was happening, they said already at midnight from under the blanket: - "We release you spirit."
During the second session, Volodya Vysotsky went to the police station: he began to ask for a drink, and explained that they do not drink "spirits", but breathe in vapors of alcohol (Volodya's addiction, I did not know then). Yes, and with my curiosity, I asked questions from the "Unknown" (forbidden during the session of spiritualism) and the session, at some moment, was interrupted at some moment, but Volodya still managed to write that “they were taking me away”. But the saucer did not come out of the circle, which means the session was not interrupted, and we continued to wait thirty seconds for the continuation … and then the saucer wrote, slowly and clearly. "You want to know too much and for this you will all be punished in turn, and then there will be a general warning about what power we have." (Note: plural)
“What the hell are you… like that?” I asked (I try to be as close as possible to the reality of what happened here) and received an answer, the saucer wrote: “DEVIL”, and the saucer left the circle.
To be honest: here we have not experienced anything, except for the delight “Well, I must have come myself!”.
We could not even imagine what the consequences would be … and especially for me.
We wondered on Friday evening, the next day - on the weekend and we sat for tea right up to 3 am (polar day), the weather was cloudless, the sun was shining, which, having already taken off the horizon, rising up the sky. I came home and went to bed, but as if someone had pushed me in the side, exactly at six in the morning, not at 6:01 or 5:59, I wake up. At that time I had a watch that was running like a Swiss watch, it went four months less than a minute ahead (this is relative to accuracy).
And I remember the warning. I don’t know why I was suddenly alarmed, yesterday already - half an hour after what happened, we didn’t even remember this “devil”, but here I was almost running.
I have never seen a person “live” - a “complete idiot”, that was the impression when I looked at Rita, it was a state of idiocy from birth, a complete absence of any thought in my eyes. I will not describe how the person sat motionless from six in the morning until 22:00. I've never seen anything like this in my life. What yogi can do that ?! 16 hours of complete immobility! Only at eleven o'clock she came to her senses and it happened somehow strange: a person suddenly shakes his head, makes a movement similar to a Muslim movement of his palms across his face, shakes himself and say: “It's over, everything is fine with me”.
What is this? A person who does not react to movement next to him, who is in a cataleptic state for 16 hours, just sitting, suddenly says that he understood what was happening to him all this time !!! You know, not even hypnosis, but something else. A person after hypnosis does not remember anything, or vice versa, he can remember what was blocked in his head.
On the second day I was sitting with the youngest. All one to one with yesterday, only from 6:00 to 17:00.
Yes Yes! everything happened minute by minute with German pedantry. Not once in ten or thirty minutes of something there. What clock worked there - on the other side of reality, I do not know. But 6:00! So at 6:00 am German punctuality.
But then it was my turn, and ahead was Monday. The girls invited me to write an application for a day off and sit out in their house. And their caution had reason, if one of them caught the eye of a stranger at that moment … the result is one - a psychiatric hospital.
And not a single one said a word about what happened to them on Saturday and Sunday. At least torture like a partisan.
But I went to work, and the day went by as usual. Except for the fact that I watched the eyes of my conversation partners all day. I understood that if I became an "idiot", the eyes of my interlocutors would become like a royal silver ruble. This is when the eyes are larger than the sockets. But nothing happened during the working day. Immediately after work I went to the girls and reassured them that "I'm all right."
On that day, the film "The Sixth" was to be shown for the second time. A Soviet-style "fighter" about the civil war, which was a rarity in Soviet times. Few of the films could compare with him. Here I was waiting, lying on the couch, and on TV, there was some kind of communist plenum, and it looked like the film would be postponed. And it started to make me very angry.
And suddenly a complete silence fell over me. I see the guy on the podium on the screen, opening his mouth, but I don't hear anything. Since I was determined that maybe the film would still be shown, the first thought was: "Now the TV is already broken." Such a feature was in the old Soviet tube TVs, that sometimes, if something happened to them, then it had to be hit from the side or from above, then some lamp was shaken and restored contact and the TV continued to work. So I got up from the sofa … and realized that something was wrong here … I saw a car moving along the road through the window and … I did not hear the sound of the engine, and I realized that there was some kind of complete silence. I clapped my hands in front of my face and heard nothing.
- "It has begun, - I thought, - we must run to Rita." And suddenly I heard a sound. It was like … the grumbling of an old man muttering something under his breath and at the same time the sound of a heavy freight train walking in the distance, and it became a warning to me: if my parents come and see me in this state, a psychiatric hospital is provided for me.
I want to get dressed and run to the "shelter", but the voice is ahead of me: - "Sit."
- "Fuck you!", - mentally I scream back and u-s-t-r-e --- m ---- l --- i ---- yu ---- s --- b
I only wanted to "strive", but I felt with all my gut how time was slowing down.
It is very difficult to describe how your hand, starting to move at normal speed, suddenly slows down and, already halfway through the movement, begins to move at a speed of one centimeter per second, and you cannot do anything, and you only understand how slowly you can move … And this sound of a heavy train suddenly hits you, and you get the feeling that you are between two freight trains rushing at full speed. Not only the roar of trains falls on you, but you also get a blow with air (but you understand that you are in a room where there can be no storm, since the sun is shining outside the window), but next to you there is a roar and a huge wind blowing in your face … And yet, flashes of light, as if the Sun is breaking through to you through the gaps between the cars.
And wild, wild pain. Pain in the whole body, as if nerves were being twitched throughout your body. Have you had a nerve removed from a tooth without freezing? Now extend this to the whole body, and you will get a sensation close to what I felt. In every muscle you want to move.
In the eyes, suddenly stood up, three front doors. And the question arose: what is the real one? I went ahead, trying to get into the central one and pushed into the end of the open door. I saw a doorway in front of me, and with my hands I felt the end of the open door. Around the roar of movement, flashes of light, noise and the feeling of the wind, and you see the opening of the door, but you feel that you are bumping your forehead into the end of the door. You hold on to the door and do not see it in your hands, and you begin to move towards the exit by touch, with only one thought: I have to get to Rita's apartment. I was afraid of going to a psychiatric hospital because of this devil. And it was stronger than any pain. Wild pain!
I don't know how long I walked to the door, but when I got there, I saw another problem: the keyhole for the key was in the upper right corner of the door, not far from the upper door hinge. I reach out and touch the place where the well should be and feel a smooth surface. If I saw the doorway in place of the end of the door, which I felt with my hands, then here I saw the keyhole in the right corner of the door, and in its "rightful" place there was the metal door handles.
I have no time for riddles. I have to get out! And I start to catch the keyhole with the key, and it starts MOVING ALL THE DOOR, running away from my hand. But at some point, the key entered the hole, only it happened on the other side of the door from the handle, and I start to drag the hole into its place with the key, or otherwise I won't open the lock, which continued to remain in the same old place, and did not let open the door. I realized all the wildness of the situation !!! the key is stuck in the door 40 centimeters from the place where the doorknob is, and I'm pulling the keyhole !!! to its "rightful" place. But all this is through the noise, wind and wild pain!
“Well,” the voice said to me, “come out. (I was aware of this as a voice, not a sound in my head.) At the second entrance there is a police UAZ, and at the fourth there is an ambulance. Who do you think will pick you up first?"
- "Want to see"
- "No problem. Go and look". Have you noticed the turns of speech? "No problem!"
And then everything stopped. No noise, no pain, and no hallucinations. I quickly open the door and breathe more freely, now there will be no need to catch the keyhole and drag it along the surface of the door. Some wildness: to drag the keyhole with the key on the door! Tell who will not be believed. I especially didn't want to tell the doctors about it. At that moment, I didn't want to tell anyone about it at all! I go to the balcony and look down, but everything is for sure: at the second entrance there is a police UAZ, and at the fourth “Rafik” ambulance, and my entrance is the third in the middle. A policeman lived in the second entrance - the guy only came from the army. But this bastard is right, trying to hide from people, I will jump out exactly at one or the other.
- "Sit down and listen!" - sounded in my head.
- “And hu-hu not ho-ho !!! It! does not give you anything!"
And again there is pain, and a roar, I want to scream and I cannot, all the muscles of my face are bound by incredible pain, as in the whole body, but if the muscles of my legs can still be made to move, then there is not enough strength or will to scream. But I don’t even know where I should go now and go to the kitchen. And suddenly everything disappears. No pain, no noise, no hallucinations, and I hear everything. Nervously, I take out my cigarettes and light it, standing by the window. I passed the kitchen door several times, rushing around the room …
I mentally shake the situation. Trying to understand why he drove me here, or why let me go here? How does a kitchen differ from rooms? Open window? In the small room where it all began, the window is also open. Looking for a clue to the questions: why? and why?
I couldn’t find an answer and understood that if I didn’t figure it out, it would remain in me for the rest of my life. I had to solve this question and get an answer, otherwise this devil will terrorize me for the rest of the days of my life, and I will not know the authorities on him. I smoke a cigarette to the filter, extinguish it and go to a small room, and lie down on the sofa and watch TV. I’m waiting and don’t even want to understand what is being shown, I am as an athlete before the start, because I already know where I need to get. I understand what awaits me until I get to the kitchen, but I must understand what and why, this is happening. So … all the sounds are gone, and this sound of a heavy composition appears, I jump off the couch and rush closer to the kitchen, while I am not going to hide in it yet, but I want to be as close to it as possible.
But I didn't even run four steps when it all fell on me again. But I "crawled" to the kitchen and freedom again. When I was already on the threshold of the kitchen, my eyes fell on the curtain in the left corner under the ceiling.
Icons … there were two icons behind the curtain. So-so icons, on cardboard, cheap, I brought one of them to my mother myself from vacation, but I bought it in a working church. Somehow it was not mentioned that the mother was a true believer … she prayed that, most often she got drunk. How many times have I told her that you can't pray while drinking. Icons! I had no other explanation. I didn’t know how to pray, but no one bothers me to light a candle, now I knew who was protecting me, and calmly moved into the small room, and there was not even a thought to “hide” somewhere. Of course it was a test - a control shot in the head of the devil. If nothing happens, then I know the control of this monster. Although … why did I get into this "excrement", as the adjutant of Father Angel said in "The Adjutant of His Excellency."
But nothing else happened. After waiting for some time, I went to Rita and told everything.
So she immediately began to remember "Our Father" and on the third attempt she succeeded. Then she
I approached the icons, it was like "in those days", to keep icons instead of an art gallery. (And let no one tell me that they were persecuted for this …)
And I brought her two candles from home, bought in due time in the south together with an icon - "in reserve", and they needed it when you don't know.
But the third warning was the snowfall in the month of June … It was a "parade" display of what power they wield. As he promised, he did so. For some it was snowfall in June, but for us it was a warning.
I must also say: this was not my last encounter with the devil. Time passed and the further what happened remained, the more ghostly it seemed. The impression was already created that all this "it was long ago and not true." But there was Chernobyl. And the next year I got involved in the construction of the city of Slavutich. Then radiation sickness, which is close in its sensations to blood cancer and the feeling of extreme old age and weakness. But there was also a cure for radiation through prayer. Seraphim of Sarov came to me and pointed out what I should do now. There was also my first experience in treating a girl with leukemia - blood cancer. It was then that I saw the devil … Yes, yes, now I not only heard him, but also saw him. It was a reminder that everything that happened was not the delirium of a sick mind, but the reality of this world. A reminder that the devil, although not visible, for most people living in this world,but invisibly present in our life. I will not describe what he looks like, since I do not want anyone to draw icons for themselves with the appearance of the devil. But this is still a sight … But by that time I was no longer a young boy, and when he rose above my body, like a skyscraper, I mentally rose above him, as above a gopher ready to dive into its burrow. The power is not mine now, but the Divine was with me. "My God is with me, my protection and strength!"My God is with me, my protection and strength!"My God is with me, my protection and strength!"
I would like to tell you about another case.
When I began to treat people and not only from radiation, one elderly woman came to me. Suddenly she felt the urge to throw herself out the window from the fourth floor.
While examining her room, I found some kind of "black spot" on the wall, "black" not in color, but by sensations, and in the center of this spot was the icon of the "Mother of God".
“She doesn't belong here,” I said and took off the icon, “hang it in the kitchen.” At that moment, I did not even think about the unnatural confrontation when the icon was surrounded by blackness.
The next day, I came to her room again and first of all went to that wall. The wall was clean. A guess dawned on me - I rush into the kitchen and “feel” the wall next to the icon, the whole wall is “black”.
She, as I found out from the hostess, bought the icon from her hands - at the church, also on vacation, and brought it to the north, hung it on the wall. I bought it on the street - they sold it cheaper there than in the church. This was the first and last time I had to destroy an icon. After all, greed leads to what, to be near the church, and to buy an icon on the street, because it is cheaper there. Are you people with a head, at least sometimes, are you friends, or have ants been living there since 10 years ?! Apparently until old age.
I have a neutral attitude towards icons, since I don't need them for prayer, but remembering that incident, I never speak out against them. Yes, and my apartment, thanks to my wife, in the number of icons can compete with some small church in a village or village.
Here from the "Black Invisibility", the icon is the same (I took it for myself after the death of my mother) not
helped.
But here, again, there is a different story and a different hypostasis, because he, the "Black Invisible", is not of terrestrial origin, but rather a "space alien". Terrible, a murderer, though "invisible", but the essence of the cosmic order, not earthly evil. Although one can assume some other reason for the non-intervention of Divine power against the "black invisibility" - "space pirate" - "space killer": to use me as a "lightning rod". Maybe for this reason God awarded me the ability, even through the TV, to adopt the abilities and powers of other psychics, so that he could perceive the power of the “black invisibility” and thus defeat him and teach “others” - these are those from space, to defend and conquer all this evil spirits. But this is another story of mine from the site "UFO Photos and Facts".
Let me put forward a theory: it is not the objects of religious worship that help people, but God, through the objects of worship, helps people so that they are not mistaken about who from Whom help comes.
Here it is necessary to study the Old Testament, and then an amazing thing will be learned: the people of King Amalek prayed to the God of Abraham, but through fortune telling and prayers at the "heights" to the new Bozes (deified people), was destroyed by the will of God, when Amalek opposed Joshua and the Israelites from the captivity of Egypt.
Maybe someone will find my story too smooth for recollection, but I want to explain that the first time I wanted to write it more than thirty years ago, when I was working on a book that never got into print. But the article itself on THIS topic was not completed by me, under very inexplicable circumstances … the story was almost ready when I ran out of cigarettes. I finished the thought on paper, left the apartment … the store was across the street, and it took no more than 7-10 minutes when I opened the door to the apartment, it was in smoke. I rushed into a small room where smoke was coming out and saw sheets of paper with my story, in the form of cold ash, lying in sheets in the place where I folded them, after removing the typewriter from the carriage. I ventilated the apartment and sat down at the table. The ashtray stood at the opposite end of the table,and cigarette tobacco could not get on the sheets, I sat and thought, and could not understand the reason for the transformation of the sheets to ash. When I gently swept the ash off the desk, I saw a completely intact lacquer surface of the desk. And then I took it and poked my cigarette on the countertop. The varnish turned white instantly …
How could the sheets of paper turn into ash without damaging the table varnish, which even cigarettes could not stand?
So I gave up then this thought: to tell about how "How the devil beat me."
And one more thing: do not get extreme from spiritualism, all this is interesting to read, but even decades later, my partners never told me what the "devil" told them. Looks like they were not sweet. Yes, I almost forgot … then it seemed to me that everything happened in twenty minutes, but in fact in three hours. These are the pies with spiritualism.
Blessed day to all, your Pavel Shasherin.