Undead - otherworldly ghouls, ghouls
Energy vampires, otherworldly gigolos, behave like bloodsucking leeches. I suspect they almost certainly shorten human life when they drain energy. Indeed, in the course of contact with the donor, the ghost appropriates a part of the “life energy” released to that involuntary donor from above and, probably, very strictly dosed. Therefore, etheric bodies, or ghosts, are otherworldly ghouls, ghouls, drinking the energy blood of a living person.
Nocturnal tati, they come to the houses and apartments of those people most often under the cover of night. They appear from the astral dump, crawl out of the fetid cloaca, in which "skins", "covers", "skins", "films" thrown there by astral bodies stink, decaying. Heaped up there with a stinking mountain, moving, groaning and groaning. Possessing residual traces of the mind, the ethereal castoffs of the astral bodies do not want, one must think, to die. However, for the most part they are dying.
Judging by the relative scarcity of reports of encounters between a living person and the undead, only a few ghosts manage to get out of that garbage heap back into the world of living people, probably only the quickest, the most, I would say, energetically strong, the most impudent.
And when the most assertive of them return, in the end, back to our world, then on the move, according to my guesses, they go hunting. I believe that the hunt is for people with a very specific, very specific bioenergy. Let me explain this assumption by three examples.
Many people, both earlier and in our time, are engaged in spiritualism. They watch the movement of the saucer under their fingers in spiritualistic circles, or follow the spontaneous, typically spiritualistic swing of a pendulum such as, say, a "ring on a thread." And nothing special, such a super paranormal does not happen to them. But now the ring on the thread begins to flutter in Tatyana Erina's hand, oh horror! Almost immediately there is a "devil's possession" in her … - "I am aware of him," says Erina, "as a kind of energy field that coiled around me like a cloud. Every day my health is getting worse … I'm sick of the nighttime antics of this scoundrel: at least twice a week, after midnight, he falls on my chest and strangles me. "…
Ksenia Yakovleva, at the level of a desperate cry of the soul, calls out to the Lord for help. Instead of God, in response to her telepathic and, probably, powerful bioenergetic call, some invisible demons appear to Xenia. And they say they are from Mercury. It turns out that the demons overheard that call, alas, not heard by God? Having overheard, they immediately rushed to Yakovleva on a date ?! Millions of people pray to God for help, wringing their hands and shedding tears. But no demons, be they from Mercury, from Venus or from somewhere else, come to these people. But as soon as Ksenia Yakovleva burst into tears, addressing her oohs and oohs to heaven, she was right there - right there! - demons flew headlong to her.
Or - an event in the house of the Iskandarovs. A certain Higher Cosmic Reason, explaining to the teenager Andrey the reason for the occurrence of a poltergeist in that house, clearly and unequivocally stated: Andrey's bioenergy is well adapted - read: predisposed - to contacts with people from other realities. Here is what comes to mind, as if it suggests itself: there is a category of people predisposed to communications with the Unknown World. There is something about them that other people do not have - most of you and me. What exactly is their mysterious difference from the majority, I absolutely do not know.
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And there is no point in guessing on the coffee grounds about this; an empty matter - fortune-telling. It is important to simply state a fact: the examples given show that visually observed ghosts and invisible creatures, invisible, visit, probably, only people with a kind of bioenergetics and, probably, psyche. They come only to those whom they can approach without fear.
Each person is powerfully protected from extraneous energy influences by a shield, an aura.
Aura is a cocoon with a person inside. Sensitively gifted people see other people's auras with their own eyes and even diagnose diseases from them. The aura is the “energy house” of the individual; its "walls" protect the bearer of the aura from certain, primarily energy, troubles that await a person in life.
It is rather difficult to pierce the aura, to break through to its energy core - to a person. The task is greatly simplified if the person is very frightened. The feeling of fear is only an external, purely emotional manifestation of a deep bioenergetic shock. The frightened person, as it were, bioenergetically “opens up” to the one who frightened him.
"The case of Ksenia Yakovleva": an ethereal vampire who introduced himself to her as an alien named Yuri Lysov intimidates Ksenia.
“I’ll arrange a cheerful life for you,” he promises. “I’ll bang both you and your son with energy, which consists of invisible veins with needles. I will crash so that you will howl!
He does fulfill his threat. When Xenia is intimidated by him almost to fainting, he "bangs" on her.
It goes without saying that the alien Yuri Lysov is not an alien at all and, most likely, not Yuri Lysov at all. The name, I admit, is taken from the ceiling. From there, the crazy story about civilization on another planet - Mercury is also gleaned. All this shameless lie was needed by someone shedding etheric "skin" that does not want to die, for one and only purpose - in order to confuse consciousness, psyche, then Yakovleva's bioenergetics, and then, finally, inflating that woman and intimidating, make a bandit raid on her bioenergy storehouse.
Two ghosts, two false Mercurians took advantage of one of the most popular ideas of our time - the time of space exploration. They picked up from the world of living people the idea of a plurality of inhabited worlds, inhabited planets and came with that idea to Xenia. Yakovleva, a well-read woman, easily swallowed the hook. The stupid tale about civilization on Mercury was perceived and assimilated by her as a pure truth …
Much more often ghosts make their raids according to a fundamentally different scheme, carefully worked out by them, apparently, over the centuries. They use the same technique over and over again with a dull monotony. Doesn't this indicate that ghosts are, for the most part, a rather conservative public, avoiding innovations in their dark and dirty deeds? "Energy point", the ball unfolds into a three-dimensional nightmare figure - into a Lady in White, or into a hairy monster, or first into a Woman, and then into a monster … Turning around in front of a man who has almost forgotten from fear, having parried him well with the appearance of that figure, the etheric body is predatory rushes at a human donor. And lustfully clings to him.
Larisa Korotkaya, I remember, used to say about this:
“Black entities lurk around like cockroaches.
They are looking for any crack through which it would be possible to seep into a human dwelling, and there, you see, and suck on the owner or mistress of the house.
A huge aunt in white clothes hangs over a man, absolutely, of course, stunned, grabs him by the throat with her muscular hand … The man immediately enters into an emotional and mental, and hence into a bioenergetic stupor. He is stressed. His auric defense mechanisms are crumpled and bombed; here he is all, so defenseless and so energetically delicious, lying numb on the bed … Well, let's get started, the ghost is rubbing his hands contentedly. It's time to turn that bed into a dining table and drink some human blood.
And they sip. Bloodsuckers, ethereal bugs arrange their feast under the knock and rumble of tables and chairs, spontaneously (supposedly!) Moving through the rooms, under the creaks of doors opened by no one knows whose (we now know - whose) hand, under the terrible steps in the knees of invisibility etc.
Poltergeist, invisible and visible strangler, invisible connecting rod and whisper, Woman in White, hairy monsters and ghosts of the dead, sometimes appearing right in open coffins - these are all nothing more than etheric bodies with their vile antics and antics. Or, in another terminology, malevolent undead, mentally deficient quasi-life, semi-intelligent "films", energy waste of the astral world.
… Here is another story of our contemporary with the undead. The story, I remember, made a considerable impression on me when I first heard it from the lips of an involuntary contactee with a quasi-life. The story was very reminiscent of a fragment from a tightly shot cinematic action movie - "a horror movie." Meanwhile, the author of the story was a quiet and calm person, rather modest, mentally balanced and, as it turned out in the course of my communication with him, devoid of imagination.
Story by Konstantin Gorbenko (Donetsk region):
- I am 37 years old. I am not an alcoholic or a drug addict. What happened to me - not hallucinations and not dreams … In 1983, our family moved to the apartment in which we live to this day.
Looking ahead, I note that after that wild incident, my mother and I interviewed our housemates and found out a very unpleasant thing. We, unfortunately, did not know anything about her when we moved into the apartment. If they knew about her in advance, they would never have moved from the old apartment here. And we found out the following in conversations with neighbors. A young married couple lived in the apartment, and the woman was very beautiful. Her husband was constantly jealous of her. And then one day he brutally beat the beauty for alleged infidelity. Disfigured her face. The next morning, a young beauty - more precisely, now a former beauty - prepared poison and poured it into a glass of tea. And then she served the deadly drink to her husband. He drank tea and died on the spot. During the investigation, the prosecutor's office unequivocally established by fingerprinting: it was the wife who poisoned her husband,and not he himself was poisoned …
Having sent her husband to another world, the former beauty took a coil of electrical wire, attached the wire to the hook on which the chandelier hung in the room, and hung herself on that wire … It happened less than a month before my mother was given a warrant for moving to this apartment.
“A couple of days after my mother and I moved here,” Konstantin Gorbenko continues, “I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. A female voice woke me up, either humming something inarticulate, or simply howling. I opened my eyes and … was stunned! I saw a woman in a nightgown hanging from the ceiling, hanging from a wire looped around her throat. The face turned blue. She convulsively wriggles in the air and tries to put the fingers of both hands under the loop that squeezed her neck. But she can't do it … Suddenly her hands fell down, and she, with the last twitch of her whole body, at once became limp and somehow unnaturally stretched out.
And then, - says Konstantin, - the most terrible thing began. The woman who hung herself opened her mouth and began to sing. I again heard the same howl, vaguely similar to a song, that woke me up. The woman suddenly opened her eyes and, slightly tilting her head, looked at me point-blank. Her body began to sway … The amplitude of vibrations became wider … Her bare leg touched my face … Her toes began to move and, to my complete and final horror, the big and fore toes suddenly grabbed my nose, gripping it tightly. The body of the hanged woman hangs obliquely in the air. At the top he was held in place by a loop at his throat made of wire thrown over a hook in the ceiling. And from below… below was my nose, into which this gallows grabbed with her toes. I shout like a good obscenity: "Ma-ma-ah! …".
And in that instant, the “vision” disappeared. I put the word "vision" in quotation marks because I very clearly felt a severe pain in my nose when the hanged woman squeezed it with her toes like a clothespin.
At Constantine's cry, his alarmed mother came running from the next room. And she, in turn, screamed. Because I saw that the whole bed of my son was covered with blood. The blood was bright red, fresh, so to speak; she has not yet had time to curl up.
The mother rushed to her beloved child and began to feel, examine his body. Where does the blood come from? Much to her surprise, she did not find a single scratch on her son's body. No blood came out of the nose either, even though the hanged aunt treated that nose more than disrespectfully.
The source of the origin of blood has not been established.
- The next day, late in the evening, - says Konstantin Gorbenko, - I was lying on the same bed for lack of another bed and, as you yourself understand, I was afraid to fall asleep, tormented by the question: will that howling bitch with a noose appear in front of me this night too? on the neck or not?
I remember I closed my eyelids, thinking about it … I opened my eyes after a couple of minutes and - oh god! A woman stands in front of me in a wide white cloak, similar to a wedding dress. Instead of a head - something like an oval haze; no face. I hear a woman's voice: "Did you call me?" I myself do not know why, I say in response: "I want to live." And the lady in white clothes melted into thin air. And a certain weight fell on me. It was unknown what pressed me into bed so that the bed creaked … For a week after this nightmare, I felt surprisingly bad. Actually, I am a very healthy person. I was tormented by a feeling of weakness in the whole body, strange weakness, aches in the ruts and elbows. Headaches were also annoying.
This concludes Konstantin's story.
The story is terrible in texture, you must agree … First, the ghost of the hanged beauty grabs the guy with his bare feet by the nose, then floods his bed with pools of blood, and then - exactly one day later - clings to him in the guise of a Lady in White. And he begins to "crush" the poor fellow. The sad result of all these psychic etheric attacks is that a person is discharged like a battery. Feelings of weakness and weakness are piled on him, headaches and rheumatic pains pursue.
This is how they act, these vile demons of evil, energy thieves, swindlers from the astral dump. The scum of the other world …