I do not particularly like various kinds of mysticism, more to say, I did not believe in attaching the soul of the deceased to the body of the living.
I want to share the story of my friend.
Sveta divorced her husband when her daughter Alina was 7 years old, now the girl is 19. Communication with her father was interrupted because the man abused alcohol and led a riotous lifestyle, tapa “women-drugs-rock-n-roll”.
He was a creative person, played the guitar well, composed music. And once, in anticipation of the arrival of the muse, his heart could not stand the surplus of alcohol, and he went into another world. For several days he lay in the apartment until one of the neighbors sounded the alarm.
Sveta and her daughter took over the organization of the funeral (there was no one else to do). Let me remind you that my daughter has not seen her father since she was 7 years old.
After that, strange things began to happen to the girl, namely, aggressiveness, nervousness, Sveta says that in the look of her daughter she saw her late husband. The fact that something was wrong with Alina became clear when she took the guitar that belonged to her father and began to play. It was strange, because she is absolutely not a music girl and never went to music school.
Sveta constantly complained that it became unbearable to live with her daughter, she became a copy of her father, her laughter even changed. He became ugly and rough.
My friend was asked to go to a monastery where spiritual treatment is being conducted. But now the difficulty was that Alina flatly refused to go there.
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As a result, they persuaded me, put me in the car, arrived at the place. But here the unexpected happened, the girl refused to get out of the car. Her eyes were angry, she screamed at us with some kind of inner growl.
Cunningly, they persuaded Alina to just go to the Temple. Already before the entrance, the girl began to resist. I had to hold and start by force.
Then I was not present, I was terrified.
After some time, Sveta and her daughter came to the car. Alina was silent and limp. She immediately fell asleep in a serene sleep.
We went to the monastery several more times. The girl became the same, threw out the guitar and never touched it again.
A year has passed, we try not to remember this story.