Three stories from three different women, which are given in this article, tell about the travels of human consciousness through the dizzying expanses of the "inner fantasy world", and even, perhaps, beyond it. For all three women, their experiences on those travels were surprisingly realistic.
The story of Elizabeth Gromova
Elizaveta Gromova from Kazan was hospitalized with a stomach ulcer. The disease was too advanced. According to the doctors, it was impossible to do without an operation. A few days before the operation, Gromova had a vivid, very distinct dream.
“I dream,” she said, “that I was walking along a familiar street where I lived as a child. And suddenly I notice in the wall of the house a small green door, which was never there. I opened the door and found that it leads into a beautiful garden with a marble fountain. And then the dream suddenly ended. But this is not the main thing! I woke up with the feeling that I had recovered. And indeed, studies have shown that the wound suddenly healed. Since then, she has not bothered me even once!"
The story of Tamara L
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Muscovite Tamara L. is a programmer by profession. She suffered from a serious eye disease. The optic nerve began to atrophy. It was heading towards complete blindness. The doctors could do nothing to help her.
“Now I don’t remember exactly what that book was called. She fell into my hands by accident. My mother and I were returning from Yaroslavl. A young man sitting on the train next to me idly leafed through a volume with a red cover. Then the fellow traveler dozed off, and the book fell from his hands to the floor. I picked it up and for some reason opened it.
Perhaps my guardian angel pushed me to do it. After all, with my eyesight, it was strictly forbidden to read in shaking vehicles in poor lighting. But I opened the book and immediately came across the chapter on how shamans travel to the "Underworld" in search of healing. For some reason, I immediately believed that such a trip was my only chance …
At home, I began to carefully prepare for the trip. The author of the book recommended recording on a tape recorder ten minutes of a clear drum rhythm, which should accompany the road "there", then four sharp beats - a signal to return, then two minutes of accelerated rhythm for the road back and four more beats - a signal to end the journey.
Using two pencils and an empty coffee can, I wrote down the required accompaniment. Then she waited until no one was at home, drew the curtains, put on headphones and lay down on the sofa. The author of the book recommended lying quietly for several minutes, mentally imagining some kind of hole - a hole in the ground, or a hollow in a tree, or a cave. And then, turning on the recording with rhythmic beats, start a mental journey.
I did so. The hole, where I got, went steeply into the depths. It was narrow and cramped. The sensations were so real that sometimes I was overwhelmed with fear - God forbid, I get stuck! Then I reminded myself that this was just a mental journey. Gradually, the tunnel became flatter and wider.
I walked briskly to the beat of the drumming. For some reason I remembered "Alice in Wonderland", how she dived down the rabbit hole and what came of it as a yogi. Did Lewis Carroll also know about the magic techniques of the ancient shamans?
Suddenly the tunnel ended. I found myself in a huge cave. It was bathed in bright sunlight. Cows were grazing in the green meadow. An ancient castle stood on the shore of a small blue lake. It was a beautiful picture. A man was walking towards me from the castle. He greeted me with a wave of his hand. Then he said:
- We have been waiting for you for a long time …
Then we sat for a long time on the bank of the stream and talked. I complained to him about my life and my sores. And he promised that now that I guessed to come to him, everything will be fine. Then he told me to rinse my eyes with water from the stream. I did so. There were four loud thumps.
“It's time for you to get back,” he told me.
The way back flew by in an instant. I opened my eyes - I was lying on the couch in the room. And I understand that I have not slept, but I remember so vividly the beautiful meadow in the cave, the castle, my good companion. What is it?
However, the most important thing became clear during the next visit to the doctor. My eyesight began to improve rapidly. Since then I have been recommending this method to all my acquaintances and strangers."
The story of L. Bolshedvorskaya from Irkutsk:
“What I want to tell you about happened in 1999. I became seriously ill and could not get out of bed for a long time. Once, being completely alone, she prayed:
- Lord! But when will all this end ?!
Of course, I didn't count on anything. However … Literally right before my closed eyes, the darkness began to part, floated in tattered clouds, and between them I saw a light purple light. And a voice sounded in my head:
- Follow me.
In the same way, I answered:
- How can I go if I have no strength?
A light breeze blew, and I seemed to fly and found myself in front of a huge embankment, on which stood a building with domes and semicircular arches. A wide moat ran around it, from which a palisade of huge candles rose. The candles moved slowly in a circle.
Then I heard the same voice again:
- Look how much life is left in you.
I looked at the moving candles and saw two among them floating past me - they barely glowed. Then a new gust of light breeze carried me across the moat with candles into a room inside the building, very light and beautifully painted on the walls with a blue pattern. The room had huge windows, between which there was a mirror that reflected the flowing water.
I turned around, looking for where the water was, and looked at the floor. There was a small lake in the middle of the room. On its other side, with his back turned to me, stood a tall, gray-haired man, dressed in a white robe embroidered with a gold pattern.
I mentally asked him:
- Who are you?
To which I received the answer:
“It's too early for you to know me. Get dressed …
And immediately I was tightly wrapped in a cloth, exactly the same from which his robe was sewn. Again - a gust of breeze, and invisible hands gently laid me on the surface of the lake. Someone invisible began to roll me on the water. At the same time, I did not immerse myself in it and did not feel moisture, but somehow I knew that all of it was absorbed into the fabric that was wrapped around my body.
After that, I found myself somewhere underground, in a narrow tunnel, in the walls of which glazed niches were made. Radiance emanated from these niches. There were candles under the ceiling, and between them hung white marble relics. I followed a man in a painted robe, and white dust from the relics fell on me from above, which I tried to shake off myself. However, the voice ahead sternly said:
- Don't shake it off! This is your healing …
After a while, the vision disappeared. And the next day, for the first time in a long time, I got to my feet on my own - a miracle happened! I don’t know how to explain my healing. Maybe the Higher Forces took pity on me? Or was it all just a dream to me, and the body itself conducted psychotherapy? I do not know. But the fact is that there was a miracle, and now I am healthy."
What was it? If these were simply some strange paradoxical dreams, then why, after returning from their “inner fantastic” voyages, who knows where all three women, by agreement, suddenly recovered from various serious illnesses?
Of course, it is discouraging to think that we, humans, have, perhaps, the ability to occasionally visit some worlds different from ours. Moreover, once we are there, we are even able to participate in some processes that take place outside of our usual reality and even partially understand what is happening.