On a weekday morning in 1996, that is, when many were busy at work, an interesting program was broadcast on St. Petersburg television. St. Petersburg doctors of one research institute demonstrated an interesting experiment, filmed on videotape.
It was held in a crematorium. Encephalograph sensors were attached to the head of the deceased, lying in a coffin and prepared for burning. This device recorded the electrical activity (biopotentials) of the brain.
In a living person, using an encephalogram - recordings of various brain rhythms (biocurrents from the scalp) - it is possible to assess the functional state of the brain, to identify changes caused by a tumor, trauma, vascular and inflammatory diseases.
Naturally, the device was "silent" - the man was dead for the fourth day. The coffin with the body was placed on a special escalator leading to the mouth of the electric oven for cremation … The deceased slowly "drove" to the burning firebox. The encephalograph was still silent. But at the very "finish" the pen of the instrument barely noticeably moved and began to draw broken curves on the tape.
Incredible: the dead person's brain has begun to function! Moreover, he gave out the same signals as an extremely frightened living person. The deceased probably "didn't want" to be burned!
The researchers promised to provide scientific commentary in the next program, but the audience did not wait for it.
Silhouettes of the dead in the night sky
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Another mystical event is associated with the St. Petersburg crematorium. The doctor of the hospital to them. Mechnikov (now - named after Peter the Great) Nikolai S. and the story happened directly to him. At first glance, the story is implausible, because it defies any logical explanation, but Nikolai swore that all this was absolute truth.
However, judge for yourself.
“That day I stayed at the service after the night shift and by the evening I was already pretty tired. I went out into the street at eight o'clock in the evening, and it was in February - it was dark, and went to the bus stop. I went up, and my 178th, and even empty, is about to start moving. I sped up and jumped through the last door. He sat down and dozed off almost immediately. Suddenly the conductor pushes - we arrived at the exit. It turned out I got the number wrong, it was route 138, the ring of which is next to the crematorium.
There’s nothing to be done, I got out, stood there, waiting for the bus in the opposite direction. The sky is black, the full moon is shining, calm, good - though not too cold. Suddenly I feel: a fetid odor. I looked towards the crematorium: the smoke from the chimney went. It is clear, the corpses are burned.
Earlier I heard from someone that each dead person burns for about 10-15 minutes. I decided to calculate how many "blind man's buffs" will be burned while I "pass the time" here.
The first portion of smoke has passed, so there is one. I'm waiting for the second one. Here again a thick cloud began to rise from the pipe. I look and can't believe my eyes: a silhouette of a man is visible through the soot. It seemed, probably, I think. Began to look closely. And as soon as the next portion of smoke poured down, I saw human outlines again. Then, for some reason, smoke from the chimney poured out without interruption. And again, in his clubs, like tin soldiers, silhouettes of people began to appear more and more often! I counted six.
Suddenly, a dark clot appeared from nothing near the pipe. I thought that the smoke split so strangely, but then I realized that I was mistaken. "Something" behaved too strange, I would even say meaningfully. As soon as a “smoky” silhouette appeared from the chimney, a dark lump like a kite pounced on it and absorbed it.
I felt so uneasy that I already decided to walk away from there, without waiting for the bus: I so wanted to leave the ominous place. Although I had seen everyone in my medical practice, I thought that there was nothing to surprise. Fortunately, the bus approached and, thank God, I left.
At home, my wife, who is fond of astrology, said that today is a very difficult lunar day - satanic. I am neutral to astrology, but I wondered: what did I see? It seems that some fiend of hell was hunting for the souls of the burnt dead. And then I came across an old newspaper with a note about the crematorium: one to one - so I decided to tell about my observations. Maybe I'm not the only one who saw this."