The drama of direct contact with dark forces is one of the most difficult mental and even physiological experiences that a person can experience. The stress caused by colliding face to face with demonic beings is sometimes so great that the human body cannot withstand the shock
Some people experience short-term or even long-term brain blackouts. Others suffer the most unexpected illnesses. In the worst case - leukemia, tuberculosis, impotence, a series of heart attacks, at best -yazva stomach, rheumatism, psoriasis, and many at the same time painful headaches …
The body reacts violently to close contact with a known non-human energy: "irradiated", "received critical dose »« Evedom0 what, to use the terminology of radiologists, fails, and often for a long time.
This happens, I emphasize, not always, but quite often, too often to pass over this sad topic in silence.
Lyudmila Bastrakova from the village of Medvedevo in the Republic of Mari El reports:
- In 1980 I was seventeen years old. To this day, I remember with horror the events that happened then. I had just graduated from high school, was about to go to college, and spent the whole summer preparing for the entrance exams. So, “it” entered my life in that unforgettable summer, in early July. I began to wake up at night, awakened by some strange noise. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was overwhelmed with a wave of wild fear, although I am not a timid man at all. I looked around, but in the darkness of the night I saw nothing and no one. But I heard a loud squeal and the stomp of children’s, as it seemed to me, legs, which quickly subsided. Well, it was as if some small creatures invisible in the darkness of the night scattered from my bed, as soon as I woke up. And this horror was happening from night to night … And then one day the stamping of children's feet was suddenly replaced by the measured heavy steps of an adult who began to wander around the room in the dark. Afraid to move, I lay on the bed, seized with panic, and he kept wandering around, staggering around the bedroom from wall to wall, like an animal in a cage … Simultaneously, but not in the middle of the night, but in the evenings, the furniture began to crackle.
The crackle went along the walls in a circle. What popped, moved, migrated from the bookcase to the wardrobe, from the wardrobe to the writing table, from the table to the bedside table. And at the very end of July in the evening, when my friend and I were preparing for the exams - we were sitting over textbooks, the door slowly opened by itself, leading from the room to the corridor. We were both so scared!.. While I was in school, I never got sick with anything. And then suddenly illnesses - one after another - fell on me. I almost became crippled. The doctors were perplexed by the fact that no drugs helped me.
According to another woman, Nina Golovkina from Nizhny Novgorod, “tumors began to roam her body” when someone invisible entered her house.
the palm suddenly swelled. Then the tumor slowly fell off, but then another appeared - on the right breast. And when it also resolved, the cheek swelled like with a flux, although there was no flux.
Then there was a swelling on the right thigh, red, round. And so on … Along the way, Nina suffered stomach cramps and headaches.
“It all started shortly after my daughter got married and moved to her husband,” says Golovkina. - I was left in the apartment alone and began to notice something strange. I wake up in the morning, I look - out of nowhere appeared on the parquet traces of hooves, in my opinion, of pigs. They stretch in a dirty chain obliquely across the room from wall to wall. And everywhere - on the floor, on the doors of the wardrobe, on the walls - small sputum spills can be seen. As if someone in the middle of the night, roaming around the room, furiously spat in all directions. Several days passed, and small things began to disappear from the house: a glass goblet, two leather belts from my skirts, buttons from a jacket hanging in the closet … Well, let's assume the impossible. Let's say a mysterious pig is wandering around my apartment at night and can easily walk through walls. But why, pray tell,that pig needed a glass goblet, and how could she drag it with her from somewhere without breaking it? And how did the same pig manage to cut off all the buttons from my jacket like a razor? And why does she need buttons?
I will cite the testimony of another woman - Valentina Novokhatko from the city of Blagoveshchensk, Amur Region:
- I live in a one-room apartment in an ordinary block house. One day at the end of November, a distinct crackling began to be heard in the room, which greatly surprised me. Crackled not often - two to three times a week throughout the winter. And in early March of the following year, I went into the bathroom one morning and saw something that took my breath away. The towel hanging on a hook on the wall was swinging strongly, sweepingly by itself from side to side! From that moment on, it began to pop in the apartment regularly - day and night. I invited my neighbors to my place, and they also heard, amazed, a strange crackle. It is interesting that nothing is bursting in their apartments, and to this day only in mine!.. Now the room is quiet. However, an hour ago, it rattled so loudly that it completely drowned out the music broadcast from the radio. The neighbors say that a brownie has moved in to me. If this is a brownie (although I don’t believe in brownies), then, first of all, where did it come from and where was it before? And secondly, why did he settle down with me, and does not even look at my neighbors for a minute?
I. Shargorodskaya, Rostov-on-Don:
- When the crackling started in the apartment, I decided that it was mice weird. But then I realized that the mouse had nothing to do with it. From midnight to morning, a strong crackling and rustling goes along the walls, rapidly
moving in a circle. The closest auditory analogy is that a large invisible bird flies along the walls, touching the wallpaper with its wing. Galina Merkulova, city of Podolsk, Moscow region:
- My nerves are already at the limit! Loud clicks are heard in the wall every evening. As soon as I go to bed, the bed begins to sway like a boat, and a roar rises in the room, as if heaps of scrap metal are rolling in it. The noise is such that it is impossible to fall asleep. I was all haggard and yellowed, exhausted by the impossibility of getting a good night's sleep at least once.
Another message is from twenty-year-old Dmitry Zubarev from Ashgabat:
- My parents went on vacation, and I was left at home alone. Once I go to bed, I lie with my eyes still open, I did not have time to fall asleep. I feel someone invisible, terribly heavy, sits on my chest. Presses down slowly and smoothly, but persistently. The next second, someone's invisible hand grabs my throat! I wanted to throw her away, but it didn't work. My whole body was paralyzed. I don’t remember what happened next. The next night, all this horror was repeated again. True, this time I, again completely immobilized, were manipulated by two hands, not one. First, an unreasonable weight fell on my chest. Then, I feel, an invisible paw tenaciously grabbed the hair on my head with twisted fingers and twisted its head, exposing my throat. And the other five, also invisible, put their arms around my neck and let's strangle!.. In the morning I packed my personal things into a bag and went to live with my grandmother,living on the other side of the city. The invisible strangler maniac apparently did not know her address. He, thank God, did not follow me.
Tatyana Strelkova, city of Tver:
- This has been going on for more than ten years. As soon as I go to bed in the evening, getting ready to go to sleep, heavy men's steps are heard in the corridor. Someone invisible enters the room slowly and freezes beside my bed. Immediately, a complete numbness, similar to paralysis, falls on me. And "he" stands at the foot of the bed for two or three minutes, then leaves. Footsteps recede … Now they are heard in the corridor … And suddenly they subside. The frequency of invisible visits is irregular. It is announced two or three times a month, and then it disappears for six months, even for a year. I don't know who he is. One thing I can say for sure: according to my feelings, this is not a person.
From the oral testimony of Svetlana Zyuban, given to the author of these lines during a personal meeting at the scene of the events - in Krasnodar:
- Here. Take a look. This burnt rag was once my skirt, lying among other old things in a suitcase. Once I opened my suitcase, I looked - and the skirt had burned out! Meanwhile, all the other things in that suitcase remained intact. And one fine day, an unknown person completely tore the soles of my ankle boots. Over the past two months I have often found black oil stains like oil on my clothes. They are washed off surprisingly easily - with the help of ordinary laundry soap … And it's scary all the time! All the time the feeling of someone else's presence in the house presses on the psyche. This stranger amuses himself by shifting things from place to place. I put the bag on the table, get distracted for a moment, turn around - it is not on the table. I start looking and find it in the toilet, tucked behind the toilet. The comb that always lies in front of the mirror in the hallwaysuddenly evaporates and after a long search is found in the bathroom in a bucket of dirty laundry. My mother can confirm my story. All this happens in her presence too.
The mother confirmed by telling a lot of startling details about the instantaneous spontaneous movements of other small objects in the Zuban family's house.
Oleg Vilkov, Chelyabinsk:
- I look at the thermometer hanging in the living room above the piano, and I can't believe my eyes. It's August in the yard. And on the thermometer - plus seven degrees Celsius. And I'm just shaking from the cold. Meanwhile, something invisible, rustling and loudly hooting in the air is floating around the room at the level of my chest. Something like this: "Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo!.."
With the light hand of occultists, from year to year such terms as “astral world”, “subtle world”, “astral beings”, “extrasensible entities” living in that world, wander through the pages of articles, books about anomalous phenomena. Let's say such a world, parallel to ours, exists in reality.
I don’t know how “thin” it is - read: invisible to you and me - the world is great. However, I know one thing for sure: if the "subtle world" is real (and we seem to have admitted that it is real right now!), That is, it has its own garbage dump, and an enormous one. And those who settle in that garbage obviously cannot sit still. Evil little bastards from the otherworldly cesspool are big travel lovers. Going on a journey through their neighboring world, ours with you, they penetrate into it precisely and only as belligerent representatives of the fetid astral dump.
Each of their vile steps in our world, any deed, always disgusting and vile, are the antics of a typical punks, arrogant and vicious, narrow-minded hooligan, enjoying his own impunity.
To instill fear and horror on the townsfolk is the favorite pastime of all punks, not only the extrasensual.
Unknown whose voices constantly intimidate. “Yakovleva's case”: “I'll arrange a merry life for you. I will crash both for you and for my son … "Or -" Pavlova's case ":" Are you afraid of me? I see that you are afraid. And it’s good that you’re afraid …”
Invisible men are constantly shaking people's nerves. Strelkova tells with horror: "Someone invisible enters the room slowly and freezes near my bed." Merkulova: "My nerves are already at the limit!" Zyuban: "And it's scary all the time!" Vereshchagin: "Shaking with fear, I settled down to sleep on the sofa in the living room."
Olga B.: “We are so tired of the invisible bastard that at least shout out loud. The feeling of absolute helplessness in front of him completely infuriates him. " The pressure from the astral dump on the human psyche is carried out with the help of first of all "miracles", that is, tricks that can make anyone shiver. The bell over the front door of the apartment rings by itself. Invisible nails scrape against the window panes. Invisible crooks roam the rooms, stealing small household items - often valuable. Knocks are heard from the walls. A spontaneous, in the eyes of people, movement of everyday objects begins, sometimes even of their flights. The scum of the "thin world", the feeble-minded monsters from its stinking garbage dump use their fists … People around whom all these nightmares are happening are horrified. They are shaken with fear.
A hypothesis suggests itself: invisible men who break into other people's houses without asking, and sometimes into other people's brains, pursue one and only goal - to intimidate a person almost to death!
Olga Blinova, 40 years old. And at the time when all this happened, she was exactly 30.
- It was in this very room that everything happened. I wake up in the middle of the night from the fact that someone called my name loudly. I see a figure standing at the foot of the bed in a white robe, similar to a nightgown, falling from the shoulders in folds. Judging by the specific features in the figure's appearance, it was a woman. I didn't have time to really make out her face. The figure slowly disappeared into the air … I’ll scream at the top of my lungs! The whole house was disturbed. My husband calmed me down for a long time, and my mother soldered me with valerian. The next night, the "ghost in white" visited our house again. Instead of a head, the ghost had something like a misty oval, which especially struck me, especially I remember. I woke up as if from a jolt, and the "ghost in white" was standing by my bed. Suddenly it disappeared. I felt the next moment, as to the sole of my right leg, sticking out from under the blanket,something small, round, the size of a tennis ball touched. It was warm. The ball, spinning, began to slowly roll up the leg, rolled under the blanket. And I passed out. In the morning I woke up in an extremely bad state of health. My head was splitting from pain, my whole body was terribly tired.
“Someone visits me at night two or three times a month,” says Olga Ukolova from the city of Stupino, Moscow Region. - Every time I wake up from a strong feeling of fear. I look, "he" stands nearby, like a smoky shadow, and his hand is outstretched to my head. I feel that that hand grabbed my braid … How he would pull "he" by the braid! And how will I scream! And "he" will pull again! And - it is not. Disappeared.
An excerpt from a letter by Lyudmila Kosenkova from the city of Zarafshan in Uzbekistan:
“My elderly neighbor is in a panic. The other day, a ghost appeared to her twice. Both times - in the middle of the night … The woman woke up because she wanted to go to the toilet. She goes out into the corridor leading to the kitchen. Look, and in the kitchen there is a tall brute. His head is hidden behind the top jamb of the door. Only the shoulders and body are visible. The old woman was so scared that she rushed out of her own apartment and began knocking on the door of the neighboring apartment - ours. My husband and I had to leave her to spend the night with us. The next day, late in the evening, at the request of this frightened old woman, her daughter and her husband came to spend the night with her. And again I was awakened in the middle of the night by a knock on the door. I open the door. On the threshold are all three - a neighbor, her daughter and the last husband. In a friendly chorus, interrupting each other, they say - they say, some noises rushing from the kitchen woke them up. The three of them set off,shoulder to shoulder, into the kitchen, and there, they see, stands motionless and silently a giant growing to the ceiling. They watched his motionless figure for three to four seconds. Then the "vision" disappeared, disappearing without a trace … Here's the story."
And one more no less strange story told by Elena Kozlenko from Chelyabinsk:
- For a month, miracles happened to me when I lived in an old apartment. Frightened by them, I hastened to exchange the apartment for the one in which I now live. And miracles cut off like a knife. They did not follow me to my new place of residence … In the evenings, at about eleven o'clock, a creature began to visit me in that - old - apartment, appearing out of nowhere. Similar, in general, to a man, it was from head to toe naked and hairy. Even this demon's face was overgrown with thick hair. When it is suddenly - out of the blue! - appeared out of nowhere, in the room there was a strong smell of burnt electrical wiring. The hairy monster came up to me and gently stroked my hand with its overgrown paws. And I was at that moment every time as in tetanus. Then the creature disappeared, melting into thin air.
According to Tatiana Novak, in the middle of the night, a black soccer ball landed on top of her. Then the ball transmuted into a "naked huge invisible man", overgrown with thick hair. With all her body, Tatyana felt the hairy giant lie down on her, naked, and began to "press" her. Not to rape, but to "crush".
When the ball touched Tatyana Novak's bare chest, the woman tried to push it away. She recalls:
- Fingers plunged into something soft, similar to the touch of a ball of sheep's wool. They closed into a fist inside the "ball". I was shocked when I realized that inside that “ball” there was nothing but “wool”, almost, however, imperceptible to the touch.
These balls, according to many reports - "hairy", "downy", "woolen in appearance", consisted as if of solid fluff. The contactee's hand freely penetrated them and did not find anything there, inside, except, as Tatyana Novak put it, "wool, however, almost imperceptible to the touch."
Looking at the material under consideration with a single glance, it is difficult, even very difficult to get rid of the impression that both “humanoid beings” and “ladies in white robes” are nothing more than intermediate forms of existence of those same mysterious balls. Or, perhaps, not even the forms of existence, but phantoms created by the balls, which go with their help to transient contact with people, both visual and, above all, mental. Phantoms are means of communication, means of psychological influence on people. On my guess - a means of deterrence.
A ball that suddenly appears in a particular room is mysterious and strange, but in itself is not terrible for a person. It is not associated in human consciousness with the concept of a threat to health, danger to life. A completely different matter is a hairy gorilla wandering around your apartment in the middle of the night, who knows how it got there! Or - the Woman in White, clutching your unfortunate throat with her Hands! Or just female hands (not the same Woman?), Hanging above you in the air, predatory reaching for your throat!.. Seeing such a gorilla, such a “lady in a white robe”, such nightmarish hands, anyone will be scared almost to death … Many of those who were frightened, almost to death, inform: a few seconds after they were overwhelmed by panic, an uninvited night visitor of one form or another (ball, Woman in White, hairy monster) began to choke,"Crush" a person.
What's the matter here? What kind of balls are they capable of transforming into monsters overgrown with wool and into "white ladies"? And why do they, having caught up as much fear as possible on people, begin to "press" the latter? What is the meaning of "crush"?
According to the psychic, "grandmother" Larisa Korotkaya, balls are the "true appearance of the stranglers."
This is how ethereal entities, ghosts, probably look, when, as I understand it, they pull their energy into a fist. They tighten it so that - according to my guess - not to waste it in vain, not to waste the residual energy resources that they got after the "butterfly" of the astral body flew out of their "skin". A ball is the most optimal, according to physical laws, a body capable of conserving energy over a period of time.
Ball … Fluffy, as we remember, a ball. All as if consisting of a continuous "energy fluff" … The
etheric body, which has pulled itself together in order to preserve internal energy almost to a point - that's what it is, according to my hypothesis.
When an urgent need arises, the “energy point” unfolds into a large three-dimensional spatial object. For example, the ghost of a recently deceased neighbor, or, another example, a hairy monster, or the Woman in White. And, unfolding like a hedgehog, blossoming like a poisonous flower, the former "energy point" goes into contact with a person.
And what is this mysterious energy capable of supporting the life of such strange creatures like ghosts?
As with many previously asked questions, a clear, clear answer to these questions is also contained in the testimony of people who have come across face to face with ghosts. Sources of energy - we are with you!
Throughout the life of any person, his etheric body serves, as Yu. Ivanov points out, as a means of communication between the "subtle" world and man. It is something like a transformer that processes the energy of the "subtle" world and transfers it to a person. And, accordingly, on the contrary: transforming and sending bioenergetic signals of a person to the "subtle" world. Having become a ghost, the etheric body, in search of the vital energy it needs, as I understand it, is frantically looking for ways to penetrate the astral plane of the otherworldly reality.
Alas, there is no way for him. And then the ethereal "skin", thrown into the otherworldly dump by the astral body, but thirsting to continue its idiotic meaningless existence, willy-nilly returns to the starting point of its existence.
She returns to the person. To this or that living person, caught, in their misfortune, at her hand. For any living person is filled to the very top with the life-giving "energy of life" so necessary for a ghost.
The ghost does not know other "energies of life". At that time, when he was not yet a ghost, but was the etheric frame of a living person, he maintained his form at the expense of that very energy … Connecting to the bioenergetics of living people and thievingly sucking from it portions of the "life energy" of an unknown object, posthumous ghosts - these crooks - and solve the problem of self-preservation. Decided by human donors. They parasitize on you and me!
Reprinted from the book by A. Priym "The Reality of the Unknown".