Nowadays, there are many facts according to which some people can accumulate and give off electrical energy, charging it both from lightning strikes and from any powerful DC sources. Academic science makes desperate attempts to grasp the essence of the phenomenon, when a person, at some elusive "transitional moment", suddenly turns into a living electrolytic capacitor and begins to involuntarily disable electronic devices
Here are some of the most curious sketches about "electric" people and animals, drawn from the book "Lovely Jokes of Nature" by the French paranormal researcher Chris Loisier. However, it deals with things that are often tragic. However, judge for yourself.
“The troubles of the Englishwoman Tony Specter,” writes Loisier, “began to unfold in 1987, when she, along with her husband and three children, crossed the English Channel, heading to relatives in France. I personally know this worthy family, the head of which is a famous London lawyer. And wow, I was next to me on the deck when rain began to drizzle from the cloudy sky and Tony opened a large nylon umbrella, the dome of which was held on a long metal rod. We also used this umbrella, chatting about trifles and laughing.
Probably, the atmospheric pressure swung, for my ears were blocked so that I could not hear well. Thunderstorm began. Quite sluggish. We already wanted to go into the salon, like a zipper, as thick as a shoe lace, hit the radio antenna mast twice, transferring some of the energy to our umbrella. The metal shaft of the umbrella instantly evaporated. The dome with a large burnt hole was thrown overboard. Robert and I, despite the fact that we stood close to his wife, did not feel the electric shocks. Their power fell entirely on Tony.
She collapsed without showing signs of life. I then understood what a chilling horror is, paralyzing the will to act. I stood there in a stupor. Robert called for help. The ship's doctor came running. By the pupils of the victim, he determined that she was not alive. Robert insisted that it was just a faint. The captain's mate, filled with sympathy, ordered Tony to be transferred to her cabin. Robert was right. The woman came to herself five hours later without feeling the slightest ailment. The cabin was twilight. And we noticed that a faint bluish glow emanated from her neck and face. Robert stretched out his hand to help his wife get out of bed, and immediately passed out. The discharge of electricity emanating from Tony was corona, very beautiful, greenish blue. Robert soon came to his senses.
But he could never touch his wife. Whoever touched the poor woman received the undeserved punishment. Communication with children was also, so to speak, remote. If she brought her fingers to the unplugged fluorescent lamp, the lamp flashed brightly and glowed regularly for at least half an hour. The TV had to be removed from Tony's room. As soon as she walked by, the electronic filling of the TV turned into coal. Visiting the supermarket, she disabled surveillance systems, computers, cash registers. Tony led the life of a recluse until 1989. On February 23, she suddenly realized that she had become, like everything, that the "something boiling and hot" that overwhelmed her had evaporated. Tony is no longer an electric person. She became a zealous Catholic, who had no doubts that her long-term terrible gift was the punishment for the grave sins of one of her ancestors.
And here is how the writer describes the "penetration and fixing for a long time" in the body of the operator of the concrete mixer Roy Foret of electricity not lightning, but ordinary, with a voltage of 380 volts:
- Due to the damage to the power cable, Roy was knocked down by a blinding electrical short circuit. Roy believes that if he had not been wearing good rubber boots, he would not have survived in the damp basement of a house under construction, where he was preparing the mortar.
Be that as it may, the doctors were mistaken in mistaking him for dead. Roy is a man with an enviably strong psyche. Therefore, I was not very scared when I found myself in the morgue, naked, covered with a film and lying close to other dead. He did not call for help. He opened the door, went out into the corridor, and complained to the shocked orderlies that he was very cold. "Resurrected" was rubbed with alcohol, placed in intensive care, where he was warmed with heating pads and injections. At first they wanted to use electric heating pads.
They were out of order, attached to the patient's body. They did not find out why this was so. We switched to plastic heating pads. As soon as a man moved his arms or legs, sparks flew out of the area of his fingers, and the smell of ozone spread in the air.
Roy didn't care much. He was much more interested in what he saw in the morgue "either in a dream or in reality." And he saw a brightly lit room and a man in it, offering a choice of a pair of hearts. One black and flabby, his own sinful. Another light, clean, intended for the newly born. The man in golden robes "with the pleasant face of a saint" insisted that Roy choose a sinless, pure heart, and then lead a righteous life.
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Roy refused such a generous gift, explaining that he was used to being content, albeit nasty, but his own. “Well, be it your way. Having made such a choice, you will suffer for a long time with special torments,”said the saint. It was then that Roy woke up on the stone table in the morgue. From that moment on, his sufferings began, which mainly consisted of the fact that, in order to regain good health, he had to touch the bare wire of the electrical network with a voltage of 220-250 volts at least once a day. He was in pain, "twisted, crushing bones and blinding." Nevertheless, he experienced "the bliss of a surge of energy." Roy could not do any work. The touching of objects was painful. Ulcers, burns, blisters appeared on the skin due to the outflow of electric charges. His wife left him.
Lived on J's unemployment benefit because doctors refused to declare him disabled. Fruitless visits to medical expert commissions ended with the recognition of Roy's "electric gift". He became rich and famous. Everything turned out to be simple. Angry at the venerable gray-haired doctor, Roy touched him on the wrist, knocking him off his feet with an electric shock. He did the same with other doctors. A long series of examinations and studies followed. The Japanese documentary filmmakers of the Victor company made a film about Roy Fore in 2001. Over the course of the three-hour tape, Roy again and again returns to the "fateful meeting in the morgue." He also says: “With a touch, I can kill a person, disable any electrical system, even from a distance. This is my punishment for my former frivolous life, my cross, to which I am doomed to the end of my days. "Roy wears “to avoid the unpleasant tingling of electricity”, boots with thick rubber soles and rubber gloves “so friends and family have no problem with electric shocks.” He never sits behind the wheel of a car - he always bridges the on-board wiring. Once inadvertently, he got into a taxi. Due to immediate problems with the ignition system, the Ford burst into flames. The driver and Roy were not hurt.
Unfortunately, the writer did not consider it necessary to tell about the current fate of the former construction worker, interrupting the story in 2002. But he plunged readers into the riddle of Roy's sister's dog, "who caught a similar electrical illness from her brother."
Loisier is short: - Dolly, Rosalie's good-natured mongrel, began to show aggressiveness, fawning only on Roy. No one could understand what had happened to the animal, which other dogs began to bypass a mile away. Rosalia was the first to discover that it was impossible to stroke Dolly. The dog shot out sheaves of electric sparks every time and every time from the left ear. After the next "shot" they brought a neon lamp to their ear. The light is on! We acted wisely. Roy sheltered Dolly. Oddly enough, no energy conflicts arose between an unusual dog and an unusual person.
In 1905 in St. Petersburg "tricks with electricity" were demonstrated by the peasant of the Tula province Prokhor Dremin. With sparks flowing from his fingers, he set fire to the rags soaked in kerosene exactly like the wicks of lanterns. "Where does electricity accumulate in a puny peasant?" - asked the reporter Pyotr Murzin. And he answered: "From the same place where it comes from the water slope, from the pockets of nature unknown to us." I would like to add - so far unknown. Everything is in its turn.
Alexander VOLODEV
"UFO" number 47