"Conversation with the Spirits" - a gift of trouble
The parting gift of the "spirit" predetermined the fate of Inna Filimonenko.
Nowadays everyone knows what occultism, magic, parapsychology, spiritualism, etc. are, but in the late 1970s we were not spoiled with information. We read what was printed "with continuation" in our popular magazines, passed from hand to hand photocopies of forbidden books, looked for new items that had already appeared in those days, but it was possible to get them only "from under the counter." "Magic" books were not published at all. From time to time they appeared in our field of vision in the form of barely readable photocopies with "yatyi" or similar photocopies from illiterate translations of foreign publications.
In general, to be honest, we treated everything beyond just not with healthy skepticism, but rather even negatively, competing in the wit of militant atheists.
And yet the spirit of research was no stranger to us, especially if experiments were able to tickle the nerves, or if it was possible to make a farce out of them.
Driven by just such motives, one fine day, or rather one fine night, seven cheerful students, one of whom was a generator of ideas and assured that he had already taken part in this kind of action a couple of times, lay down on the parquet like a chamomile (we have a table without nails was not!), the center of which was a circle cut out of glossy paper, drawn according to the rules suggested by the initiator.
We were far from the concepts of "sin", "unclean", "devil", etc., since we simply did not believe in anything. The task was to get food for future witticisms addressed to the author of the idea, if nothing comes of it, or to catch him by the hand when he tries to mystify us.
The seance began. The candle was lit. The "Spirit" was summoned. The saucer with the arrow began to move. It was a little uncomfortable: night, candlelight, muffled voices, nervous chuckles … The first stupid questions, meaningful non-specific answers …
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We paused. After conferring, they escorted our "guide" out the door. There are six of us left. But the saucer did not stop moving. Trust in each other melted away every minute. Potential "jokers" were sent out the door on first suspicion. As a result, there were three of us left. We swore before each other to everything that was dear to us that none of us would fool the others, and returned to the circle.
It's impossible to forget that night. Later, when we got involved in this game, and continued it at the first opportunity that came along, it became clear that on the first night all our communication was just gibberish, and only then it really became interesting. We examined the "spirits", asking them questions from our personal lives, the answers to which no one could know. The rules were clear: the one who asked the question immediately removed his hand from the saucer, observing the purity of the experiment. The answers made us believe. Tearing over in disputes about the nature of this phenomenon, the very fact of its existence was recognized by us unconditionally. This lasted for about three months. The Christmas holidays were approaching, and with them the Christmas fortune-telling. Neither of us had any doubts about how we would spend the fortune-telling night.
And here - a surprise. Almost immediately the text went: “Today we are saying goodbye. We love you and do not want to harm you …”We asked, gave convincing reasons, insisted - all in vain. The only ("last wish"!) That we managed to achieve was consent to the farewell night, on which each of us can ask one last question.
And if for the last couple of months we have been talking only on highly intellectual topics like “Is there life on Mars?”, Then our last questions could not boast of diversity. To one degree or another, we asked the same question: "What awaits me in the future?" The answers did not differ in the amount of information, the degree of directness, but they were very convincing. They featured future wives, husbands, children, careers … Two of us received short answers, and did not want to explain them to us. To the question: "What awaits me?" - given to one of the girls, the saucer passed nine letters and stopped. The letters formed the word "wealth". And when she asked "What else?", - she was answered: "You have enough." I was next. "What about me?" I asked. Four letters formed the word "trouble". The saucer froze. We are all the same.“And you have nothing more to tell me? You don't even want to warn me? After all, you just said that you love us! " And then I received an answer that became clear to me only six months later. "Enough for you too."
Six months later, I met a man who became my husband. It was on a camping trip, where it is not customary to get acquainted, introducing yourself by surname, first name and patronymic. We knew each other's names, and that was enough for us to communicate, which led to the fact that he proposed to me. And only after I said “Yes!” I learned that his last name was Trouble.
Surnames are different. A man with a fatal surname brought me happiness. And, according to the Christmas prophecy, that was enough for me. He gave me the rest: wonderful children, an interesting life, love, friendship and material independence.
And as an epilogue to my story, I want to add that the paths of all the participants in the “conversations with the spirits” have diverged, because a lot of time has passed, and therefore I can’t say anything about their fate, and, to be honest, I don’t remember the details of the predictions, made by him.
But the girl to whom wealth was prophesied lives next door to me, and although our student relations have long faded, I know enough about her in general terms to appreciate the fidelity of the “prediction of the spirit”. In the last year of the institute, she married a guy about whom we knew that he was cheating, and somehow imperceptibly moved away from our company. They have no children. They bought a neighboring apartment, made a European-style renovation - they became one of two apartments. Her husband worked in the service of everyday life, and now the director of some company. He has a Japanese car, she also has a nice car, which she drives with a wonderful Afghan hound in the back seat. She is young, smart and beautiful. And it looks like she's happy.
I. Tsareva
