The theory of the existence of etheric life forms is far from new. But how are these forms formed?
One of the hypotheses says that these are the souls of the dead. Or, at least, some part of the spiritual shell of a person - for example, the etheric body, which is an independent form of life.
The etheric body - in occultism, esotericism - the name of the subtle body, which is the first or lower layer in a person's composition or aura.
On May 9, 1978, psychic Vyacheslav P., while on a business trip in Volgograd, visited Mamayev Kurgan, where the mass graves of soldiers who died in the Battle of Stalingrad are located. Many people gathered on the mound that day.
Mourning music sounded, wreaths were laid. Suddenly Vyacheslav saw orange balls flying out of one grave. Climbing up, they hovered over the crowd, lined up in a garland. Looking around, P. found that exactly the same balls were hovering over other graves. Apart from the psychic, apparently, no one noticed them.
In July 1991, a specialist in anomalous phenomena from Tokyo, Miaki Komattsu, sent a color photograph to our domestic researcher A. K. Priima. It showed a woman and two children squatting at a tombstone.
Above them hung the same orange balls, captured by the lens of a "fancy" Japanese camera. But the most amazing thing is that the balls in the air were folded into the Latin letters "U", "J" and "I". Priyma came to the conclusion that this is an encrypted message from otherworldly forces. But what information does it contain?
And here is what happened to Konstantin Pokrovsky, a photographer from Nizhny Novgorod.
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It all started many years ago. Once, Konstantin was invited to shoot at someone's wedding. There were no digital cameras at that time, they were filming with ordinary film cameras. When Kostya began to develop the films, he found that they were damaged - some white round spots were floating all over the space of the frames.
Just in case, he nevertheless printed photographs and began to examine the "marriage" in a magnifying glass. It turned out that the mysterious spots when magnified look like balls floating in the air.
I had to look for customers in order to apologize to them for the damaged pictures and return the money. Kostya learned that the newlyweds spend their honeymoon in a remote village in the north of the region. He went there in his "Niva". At the gate he was met by a young woman in a black mourning dress, with tear-stained eyes. The photographer hardly recognized her as a former bride.
The woman recognized Constantine.
- We don't need any photos now! - she said.
It turned out that her young husband was killed by some unknown persons.
Kostya remembered that the groom's father was a crime boss. Perhaps the son was the victim of some kind of mafia showdown. Most likely, the young people drove off into the wilderness not by accident - they were hiding from someone.
The next time the balloon visited Kostya was in July 2007 at the dacha. The photographer and his wife were drinking tea on the veranda. The ball first appeared on the roof, then came down, sat down on the table and began to rotate smoothly, while emitting a quiet rustle.
Kostya suddenly lost his sense of time. He didn't know how long it had passed - an hour or just a few minutes. I asked my spouse if she saw anything on the table. The woman replied that there was nothing but cups. For her, the "visitor" remained invisible.
Finally the balloon flew up. He made such movements, as if calling for him. Kostya, as if under hypnosis, left the house, started the car and drove after the "alien".
The journey took three hours. Finally I drove up to the cemetery near the village of Pochinki. Konstantin got out of the car and followed the ball on foot. And he stopped near one of the graves. She looked abandoned, the wooden cross was askew. With difficulty, Kostya was able to read the half-erased inscription on it: “Pokrovsky G. Ya. 1874-1918 . When he woke up, the ball disappeared somewhere.
For several months the photographer rummaged through the archives. And he got to the bottom of the truth: his great-great-grandfather was buried in the grave! Grigory Yakovlevich Pokrovsky, a village priest, was shot by the Chekists during the revolution. The surviving members of the family left for the city, tried to cover their tracks, fearing accusations of links with the "counter-revolutionary element."
Konstantin corrected the grave, erected a good monument, made an inscription that his great-great-grandfather was tortured in the dungeons of the Cheka. It turns out that this ball brought him to his own grave.