I have never fully trusted the official, domestic medicine and had a deep fear of white coats. But if you look at it, official medicine was the first to start "military actions" against me …
I was an absolutely healthy, rosy-cheeked child. But before school my mother brought me to the Kremlin clinic for examination. The doctor looked at me from all sides, looked at the analyzes and thoughtfully said: “An absolutely healthy child … But the tonsils should be cut out. They will interfere with his studies at school."
My gullible mother, crushed by the prim atmosphere of the best polyclinic in the country, nodded her head in agreement … For some reason, after this operation, I began to have endless colds.
“The child seems to be hindered by adenoids. They must be removed,”the doctors decided.
Mom obediently nodded her head … I began to hurt even more often.
“Let's make a joke and wash the sinuses in the nose with penicillin, otherwise his sinusitis will completely suffocate,” the doctors advised again.
And then my mother could not resist: "Stop crippling the child!" And she took me to the terribly famous paid professor-homeopath. After visiting which, for a year, I regularly swallowed tiny pills every three hours. The effect was nil.
"Yes …" - said the professor after the next examination, - "The heart is very weak. It is necessary to limit physical education in the air, and there can be no talk of competitions - the heart will not stand it."
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Wrong, this professor would have fainted if he had learned that exactly four years after this conversation, a weak boy became the champion of Russia among young men in the 200-meter race. And he entered the national team of the country precisely in the form of a program where the heart should be of a horse. But before that, there were four long years of diligent training and, most interestingly, mainly in the open air (which the doctor so forbidden).
It was sport that made me a man from an almost ready-made invalid, restored my health.
But when the sport became a thing of the past and passed over thirty, sores began to bother me more and more often. The body seemed to be prompting: the stock of health is no longer enough, and in order not to slide into the hopeless swallowing of drugs, something must be done.
If sport for me was the first lifesaver, on the way to the second such “lifesaver” was medical fasting. It just so happened that my life path unexpectedly crossed with Galina Sergeevna Shatalova, who lectured on healthy eating and reminded that cabbage, turnips, rutabagas, rye were once the main foods of Russian peasants. And in order to gain, so recommended by modern medicine, 1200 large calories per day, a Russian peasant in the 10th century would have to eat several poods of cabbage every day. It was from Shatalova that I learned about the benefits of episodic complete refusal to eat.
I began to practice curative fasting for myself: 14 days, 10 days, 20 days … Suddenly, the need for live plant food, which had been clogged with a meat diet, woke up. I ate parsley in kilograms, everything was in order again. But when the counter hit 43 years old, health for the third time took by the throat and demanded: either the surgeon's knife and work for the rest of his life at the pharmacy, or a new extraordinary solution. For the third time, I bypassed official medicine, took up qigong therapy, and plunged into the world of subtle energy. Where with two or three exhalations you can remove a headache, make a healthy person out of a disabled person in five or seven sessions, walk on hot coals without burns …
And here I am standing by a huge fire and participating in the mystery of firewalkers. There were six of us. The only girl in our company was holding an icon in her hands. Vasily Zakharych - our leader - put on glasses and read prayers from Perepelitsin's book "Philosopher's Stone". Before that, there was the invocation of the spirits of air, fire, animals, plants, earth.
A large bonfire, seven to eight meters in diameter, flared up. Sparks flew, and I jealously watched that none of them burned through my weekend beautiful raincoat fabric weekend pants. As a material engineer, I tried to sort out all the components of the upcoming event on the shelves.
So, I reasoned, a long standing with closed eyes by the fire is a powerful microlepton nourishment of the body; energy is significantly increased and cleared. It is not for nothing that since ancient times there was a method of purification by fire, and an uncomplicated soup on a campfire trip is much tastier than cooked on a gas stove. And kebabs on charcoal are much more pleasant than meat fried in a pan. This is clear. Microlepton radiation from fire cleans and energizes. And prayers are sound vibrations of a certain tonality that speed up the process. The energy centers (chakras) begin to vibrate from the sound. They seem to open slightly, and the microlepton cloud pours into the energy of the body in a powerful stream.
And the invocation of spirits? Well, it's more complicated here with materialism. But if we assume that the microlepton world has some kind of "essence" consisting of plasma, which only clairvoyants can see, then there is nothing to be surprised at. Obviously, the materialism we were taught in school is a special case of general intergalactic materialism. Let's see what happens next. So far, nothing mystical is happening and not a single "entity" is visible.
Zakharych pulled the unburned embers aside with a long drift and trimmed the coals. I went over to help him. An unbearable heat washed over me and suddenly it dawned on me that now I would have to walk with bare feet on this very fire. And he asked for it himself, he trudged up this mountain, he made this fire himself. He also boasted that I would go first. In the eyes of fear darkened …
Zakharych suggested burning his legs, lightly touching the coals with his feet. And I touched the hot ash with my foot. Nothing wrong!
The analytical mind of the engineer again began to break through the animal fear and ascertain that with this touch, the skin is dehydrated and the thermal conductivity decreases. Which helps to avoid burns.
Again he touched the ash with his foot, then with the other. Then he mentally directed the fire energy to his body. And here, probably the only thing that was knocked out of the clear materialistic picture of everything that was happening happened: there was a clear feeling that some kind of thick, sticky energy envelops the legs to mid-thighs.
Zakharych immediately roused himself and muttered: "Come on, protection from fire!" He took off his trousers and stomped his bare feet over the hot coals.
We were dumbfounded.
"Come here! Do not be afraid !" - Zakharych called me. And after a short hesitation I stepped …
The layer of coals gently sagged under bare feet, crunching slightly. The sole was scorching heat, and only in the places where biologically active points exited from diseased organs did it quite clearly pinch, like from mosquito bites. I took four quick steps over the coals and jumped out to the other side of the fire, listening to myself and remembering the sensations. He stood there, thought, turned around and walked a little more slowly in the opposite direction. Heels warmed up more, “mosquito bites” were stronger.
Zakharych began to invite the others, but their enthusiasm somehow immediately disappeared. With a wave of his hand, Zakharych grabbed our only girl in his arms and ran through the fire with her. I'm behind him. Back and forth again.
Finally, the girl made up her mind herself - and ran over the hot coals. The peasants grew gloomy and quiet.
I already started to like the sensations. Made the third and fourth pass. There are vibrations throughout the body, signaling the flow of energy. Mosquito bites on the soles were clearly itching …
The coals cooled slowly. It was time to leave. I walked to the hotel and recalled what I had read from magazines: in the United States, more than 400 thousand people walked on coals in the same way. And the extravagance of all that happened somehow faded.
Author: Lubomir Mudry