It happened to me in 1990. And no matter how it may seem to you … fantastic, but I am writing about what I experienced myself. Here, imagine. For example: you worked on Monday, came home, went to bed, and nothing boded surprise …
I woke up as usual, three minutes before the alarm clock, drank tea and, trying not to make noise, so as not to wake up my own, I left the house. It all started when I walked into the locker room at work. Shouts of delight and greetings rained down on me; - “Well, Pasha, yesterday you betrayed Mikha-Mikha!” And “No one has ever spoken to Mikhal Mikhalych like that!” - and stuff like that. When the first such phrase from a neighbor in the locker sounded, I just looked at him and did not understand anything, did not answer. Well, the person wants to joke, let him joke. I understood from school and “hacked it on my nose” that if they decided to play a trick on you, then it is better not to snap, but to agree or keep silent. If you start snapping, you won't get rid of it, they will peck. Since I had no conversation yesterday (that is, on Monday) with Mikh-Mikh, you don't know what to snap at. But somehow today,everyone who came in felt obliged to shout approval to me. Well, imagine that Mikh-Micha's office was on the second floor above the dressing room. But I was silent, and only looked sideways … “They agreed, you bastards, to attack me with the whole brigade. They're playing. I had normal relations with everyone, and why did they suddenly take it into their head to trick me all together?
But … when on the street, the "girls", leaving their locker room, began to greet and talk about my conversation with the head of the section, that is, with Mikhal Mikhalych, I began to walk on cotton feet. My head could not fit that there could be a conspiracy on such a scale.
The last straw was a five-minute time, where the mechanic said the phrase: - "In general, everything that was started yesterday, on Tuesday, to finish today." I almost jumped: “What was Tuesday yesterday ?! Tuesday today! Yesterday was Monday!" And something began to clear up in my head and at the same time to get even more confused … "So today is Wednesday, not Tuesday, but where was I on Tuesday?"
I barely waited for dinner, ran home - which was nearby, and first of all I rushed to the TV, I turn on and grab the program guide, and I turn on all four channels in turn, and I see: broadcasts on all channels for Wednesday. I carefully read Tuesday evening and cannot remember anything from what I read. Now, Monday is another matter: I watched a movie, I watched this program after Vremya. According to the "Program", today is Wednesday, but in my memory today is Tuesday … and everyone says Wednesday. I go into the kitchen and sit down to eat borsch, my wife's favorite dish. But I don’t even taste it. I only dare to mutter: - "I … what time did I come home from work yesterday?" I can feel my wife's surprise right on my back: - “Twenty to six. I came to eat and went to bed."
“Mom dear! I went to bed at six! Yes, I have watched the night channels to the end! I looked … I looked - I was on Monday, not on Tuesday, when I was not there for me, but I came home from work. I went to bed at sixteen on Monday night and woke up at seven thirty on Wednesday. So think now, where did I disappear when I was for ALL, and when ME was not for me, although for ALL I was? And that I was “THERE” on Tuesday, where I was not for Myself, although everyone says that I was, said Michal Mikhalych?"
Here's something like that, it happened once, I wake up in the morning, and the thumb on my right hand is upside down and does not move … Four fingers function as usual, and the thumb … I poked it with a needle, no pain, tried to the palm attach so that it does not stand upright. He lay down and does not move. I even thought … “Maybe he has always been like this?” - but when he tried to open the door, he could not fully grasp the door handle - a finger lying in front of him buried himself in the door, and this was not the case before … I massaged him for half a day and after lunch, the finger began to move. And here even there is nowhere to poke a needle! Well, do not stick needles into your head - there is a bone under the skin. Although doctors stick needles in another place, but it did not help me remember the day yesterday. For me, in my mind, yesterday was Monday, and for everyone, Tuesday.
And at three o'clock, in the afternoon, I meet with Michal Mikhalych near the garages, and he, having already passed me, suddenly calls out to me and says, stopping: “As for our conversation, yesterday, there is something in your words. We need to discuss all this again."
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“Well finished it off! What am I going to talk to him about? “Sorry Mikhal Mikhalych, I didn't live on Tuesday, it was someone else who spoke to you. Could you remind Temko?"
But within a week, I slowly restored almost the whole day, with whom I was at nine, with whom I worked until lunchtime, and so on. But what we talked about with Micah-Micah, and this is what happened between 17.05 and 17.40. It's three to five minutes to go home from the place of parting, so it should be at 17:10 or 15 minutes at home, and came 17:40. Then all this, and remained a secret for me until some time.
Three or four months have passed.
Everything is the same as always: after 17:05 we parted with the men at the Comfort store, they walked along Cosmonauts Street, and I walked along Parkovaya. What I was thinking, I do not remember, even then I was writing my table "Codification of the Gospel" and my head was occupied with the texts of the Bible. Maybe I was thinking about it … thinking and absentmindedly looked towards the forest park area and … I remembered … I remembered !!!
At that moment, when I thought about the Bible texts, trying to put them out in chronological order, and was, so to speak, completely disconnected from the environment, something turned inside the cranium, opened a little and I remembered everything, everything, down to the smallest detail.
There was flying then, on the day I forgot, an object that looked like two saucers, placed on top of each other - their bottoms out. Only I would not call it plates, but deep bowls with very steep walls. Now, at the present time, even the presenters of the "Unknown" programs, when they say UFOs, they mean alien spaceships, but UFOs are an Unidentified Flying Object. When later in 2005 we were in the Krasnodar Territory, the whole family saw a UFO, a real Unidentified Flying Object, since they could not even say approximately what was flying over the village of Mostovskaya, but neither helicopters nor airplanes fly like that when they fly changes by 90 degrees at an acute angle and in a split second they accelerate to unprecedented speed. I live next to the airfields where the MiG-25, then 31, and strategic Tu-22s were based at another airfield. I know very well how they fly at night and during the day. But that's a different story …
And here it is immediately clear that the spaceship is of the "Flying Tureen" type. So what kind of UFO is it - this is a spaceship … The only thing that was unidentified was the belonging of the spaceship that I saw above the forest park area. This is already a modernized story, but in 2017 an eyewitness to the landing and takeoff of a spacecraft in the forest park zone of the city of Olenegorsk was found.
And I heard a voice in my head: - "We need your help."
At first I didn’t even think about what kind of help I could give them. Pump gas from the lighter to them, or clean the terminals in the contactor?
But then I had already gone through a lot in my life and was not surprised at this, but went to the forest park area, there is a clearing to the left of the main path, now it is all overgrown. THEY were flying in that direction along the descending headmistress. It was only later that I thought that they flew over Zvezdochka - this is an air defense missile station with 300 complexes not far from the city, at an altitude of 150 or 200 meters.
I went out into a clearing, there was a miracle of space technology: four meters in height along the body itself and twenty in diameter. Came up, walked around in a circle. I already wanted to say: “Iz… plate, plate, turn your back to the forest…” only it is round and where is the back, and where you cannot understand. She didn’t spin. The door opened, or rather, some kind of haze passed through the building and a ladder, which led to a hole in the wall, fell to the ground, so I went up the ladder. So-so "hallway" a little more than my corridor in the Khrushchev: one and a half to one and a half. The door closed, and I didn’t even understand where I was, the room turned out to be without shadows and as if without corners, it’s not even clear what the dimensions of the room were. Is it round like a cylinder or square? I stand, wait and remember Ivan Vasilyevich: - "The demons have walled up!" I wanted to draw the "sign of the cross" in front of me, but then a passage formed,it was formed, and not opened, was the wall (like) went fog and the passage in front of you. “This is what the sign of the cross does!” When you just think about it. And the light along the path runs forward from the passage, as if calling for it.
I follow the running light along an inclined "ramp" and move from the first floor to the second, then to the third, and between floors (from floor to ceiling) three meters! This is a four-meter-high structure, as I saw it from the outside when I entered. Yes, and I walked much more than those twenty meters that should be from the "hallway" to the edge of the "plate". But time passes, and after 150 steps I enter the "wheelhouse".
There are seven standing near the "control panel" and looking at me. What am I? I'm nothing! I was just going home! You yourself invited …
All tall, slender and it seems that one has a chest, which is called a bust. Although only a small designation, I can assure you that two, not three. And somehow it became easier. And the faces … Although I am not a freak, in comparison with them, I am like a drunken collective farmer against a photo model. I looked around, and in my eyes something like an inflatable chair - a ball - appeared. So they offer to sit down. I sat down. They are silent, and I am silent, but after examining them, I decided out of boredom to probe mentally their "ship". I show them nine fingers, mentally asking: "Are you nine?"
“It was nine. Now seven. Two died! " To start the "conversation" I showed them my fingers, but they did not move. "They are alive, but very weak."
- "We are doomed as they are."
Now it's time to be surprised. Two of them are still alive in the depths of the ship, but they are sitting in the wheelhouse and do not provide assistance.
I fumbled mentally at the ship and … - "Is this … an ambush? You lured me …"
- "Not! We called you to help us! We have the Black Invisible on board and he has killed two already. Our ship is doomed. Anyone with the Black Invisibility on board will never be able to approach any planet of the General (All-Galactic) Commonwealth (Union). When the heart of the last of us stops beating, the ship will be annihilated (decomposed into atoms), hoping to kill the "Invisible Black" too.
While I was perceiving their thoughts, my bioenergy was already working around the ship and separated the wheelhouse from the "Invisible" with its own bioenergetic transparent wall, which is stronger for bioenergetic entities than the Mannerheim line. (Imagine in your mind a wall of soft glass, so I protected myself from the psychic - the hypnotist Shulyak, when I realized that I was becoming a toy on the stage in his hands). But with the "Black Invisibility" you act on a different level, more powerful, and another "wall" is created …
How to act against him, I learned a few months ago, in the winter, when the "Black Hole" came to my house. True, for some reason he chose a bedroom, which brought his little daughter to tears, but because of him I did not go to bed until one in the morning. It is not very pleasant to wake up at midnight from the presence of something evil in the room, so much so that it was felt by the roots of the hair. For a long time I endured him, but here came to us in Olenegorsk psychic Shulyak - a hypnotist and almost "the lord of the cosmos", as they wrote in the poster. So I took a ticket to his session, and even at the beginning I went on stage to try to learn at least something from him, which would help me get rid of this nightly fear in my room. And he stayed after the evening session in order to get to his reception, behind the scenes of the Ice Palace. Shulyak taught me something, but I didn't get anything especially new,It turns out that I myself developed all this in myself, so I only got an impetus for action. I just didn’t know that these abilities of mine could be used against invisible entities. I came home after one in the morning.
I came home and lay down on the bed in a small room, but I do not sleep. Although I understand that the time of “his” arrival has already passed, since it was 1:15 on the clock, and he came exactly at 00:00. During my life I understood for sure that all kinds of nasty things happen to me at X: 00, and not at X: 01 or 02. I'm not talking about the phone now, but about the minutes. I understand that our time is a latent thing and is not fixed by anything, because later, when working on the "Revelations of the Bible texts", I came up with four calendars for the time "before the Flood", "during which the Earth turned upside down and time began to flow in a different way." something happened, but only this “something” raised doubts in me, since “it” was completely different “to the touch”. But as Shulyak told me, I told him too: “Tell me why you came? Or I won't let you go. " And nothing … well, nothing happened at all. True, three minutes later, my wife woke up and in the dark went from the little room to the smallest … and immediately returned and sat down on the bed next to me. She did not see that I was looking at her, and began to wake me cautiously. "Pash, there is a large room, your mother is dead on the sofa." And then it dawned on me: while this and that, the time was by 2 am on January 20, and this is the time and date of my birth, the spirit of my mother came to visit me on my birthday, and I confused her with the "Black Invisibility" and in the room locked! I mentally turn to my mother: - “I let you go.” And I say to my wife: - “Go, she is no longer there.” The wife comes back and the first thing she said: “And how did you know that she was not in the room?” there to explain … to tell everything all over again in the second hour of the night?and sat on the bed next to me. She did not see that I was looking at her, and began to wake me cautiously. "Pash, there is a large room, your mother is dead on the sofa." And then it dawned on me: while this and that, the time was by 2 am on January 20, and this is the time and date of my birth, the spirit of my mother came to visit me on my birthday, and I confused her with the "Black Invisibility" and in the room locked! I mentally turn to my mother: - “I let you go.” And I say to my wife: - “Go, she is no longer there.” The wife comes back and the first thing she said: “And how did you know that she was not in the room?” there to explain … to tell everything all over again in the second hour of the night?and sat on the bed next to me. She did not see that I was looking at her, and began to wake me cautiously. "Pash, there is a large room, your mother is dead on the sofa." And then it dawned on me: while this and that, the time was by 2 am on January 20, and this is the time and date of my birth, the spirit of my mother came to visit me on my birthday, and I confused her with the "Black Invisibility" in the room locked! I mentally turn to my mother: - "I let you go." And I say to my wife: - "Go, she is no longer there." The wife comes back and the first thing she said: "How did you know that she was not in the room?" there to explain … to tell everything all over again in the second hour of the night?and at the same time and date of my birth, the spirit of my mother came to visit me on my birthday, and I confused her with the "Black Invisibility" and locked it in the room! I mentally turn to my mother: - "I let you go." And I say to my wife: - "Go, she is no longer there." The wife comes back and the first thing she said: "How did you know that she was not in the room?" there to explain … to tell everything all over again in the second hour of the night?and at the same time and date of my birth, the spirit of my mother came to visit me on my birthday, and I confused her with the "Black Invisibility" and locked it in the room! I mentally turn to my mother: - "I let you go." And I say to my wife: - "Go, she is no longer there." The wife comes back and the first thing she said: "How did you know that she was not in the room?" there to explain … to tell everything all over again in the second hour of the night?
He came two nights later on the third. As I was taught, I tried to do …
I had the impression that a huge, cold, like space, hand laid on my head, lifted the top of my skull and fist on my open brains … it's good that I was lying with my head on the pillow. After what time I woke up … I have no idea, but at the same instant I saw how a white luminous ribbon, the width of a palm, flew out of my right side, from the level of the liver, wrapped around this "something" and began to swaddle, turning it into a cocoon, then squeezed into a ball the size of a tennis ball. And in the next instant I was surrounded by space and stars, which, flying past me, turned into blurry strokes. Just like in "Space Wars".
And from this "ball" that was hanging! I have a voice in the space between my palms: “I’m not going there”.
- “There !!! There! Go to the "Great Infinity of Enclosed Space!"
Having shouted this, I stopped, or rather the stars ceased to be strokes in space, since I did not feel any changes. I saw a luminous "ball" flying away from me into the depths of space.
I woke up in my room with a terrible headache. Through force I went to the kitchen and, it seemed like an eternity, took off my headache. But even then, I felt in myself the new knowledge that I snatched from this “creature” (this is no longer from “creation”, but a curse) at the moment of his impact on my bioenergetics. I got such a feature after healing from radiation through prayer, entering into bioenergetic contact with another psychic, I instantly absorb all his abilities and knowledge in the field of bioenergetics. Now, after contact, I was able to do everything that this "Invisible Man" knew, including what he was so afraid of - "The Great Infinity of Enclosed Space." Although I did not yet know what it was, but “he” knew and, therefore, I now “learned” from “him”, and kept somewhere in the depths of my now accumulated knowledge. Not yet with the mind, not with the eyes,but I knew!
These aliens of mine, standing in front of me, apparently caught my memories, and immediately caught the essence of the issue. It's nice to work with … “people?” Who don't need to explain anything on the fingers. He flashed with a thought and they already understood you.
“Then the alarm was raised in several galactic communities. Space and space-time crackled and “yelled” at the entire Universe from such movement. No one has ever observed such speeds of movement in space. In order to overcome such distances as quickly as possible, we move from one space to another, through "wormholes." Nobody understood what it was, tearing through space with a primitive, but terrifying movement, but managed to trace where it came from. They made a request for the "Community" and we were informed about an incomprehensible "launch" from your planet, which they could not track, immediately after the "start", to accompany in order to understand. Then, according to the already specified data - after checking the records - we found out …”- then there was a hitch in them. And I continued: - “An old acquaintance who, once, has caused panic in your operator. Is he still sitting at the screen?"
- "Not. Too much shock … Everyone was confident in the invulnerability of the contact screen and when … He simply could not overcome his fear that this could happen again, but from a "different" contact, with a "other" being."
This is his - "and when" in me, "then", did not cause any special mood, except for curiosity from another adventure.
I then just realized that God rewarded me through prayer to recover from radiation, including all its consequences from radiation, the reward was also the ability to free others from radiation. Then, many years later, I became convinced that I could negate the radiation of radiation (as they often write "radioactive", but this means "active in radio") loparite stones. I have no idea what is happening to the person, but in the second treatment session, I do not feel radiation in the person. And I tried to test my capabilities on a variety of diseases - I even took on four types of cancer (now, by 2000, eight, this is the fourth revision of the text by 2018). But most of all he loved to treat stomach ulcers. You take a patient who already has a referral for an operation on his hands, you fiddle with him for three hours,and the next day he shows the results of a preoperative examination, where they write: "the ulcer healed without surgery." And I was very good at intercepting everything that I saw from other psychics, even if I saw something on "TV". And God forbid, "touch" me on the bioenergetic level: one moment and I know all the thoughts and abilities of the attacker, well, the answer may be "God forbid me!" I can add from today: in the museum of the city of Revda there is a display case of minerals, a core of loparite - a radiation mineral of the Lovozero tundra. Three times at different times I "felt" this core, as well as samples from the "Shkatulka" mine, and each time the loparite gave a less and less background radiation. The fourth time, when I brought my nephew, second cousin Mikhail Sukhikh, to the Loparite core, the sample had already dried up and barely had a sound. But I dreamed of showing on TV how the radiation will disappear after my session. That is: I thought: “here I am showing you the effect of my bioenergetics …”, but there is nothing to show, the loparite core is dead - it is barely glowing. Although the devices can still show. But that doesn't interest anyone.
Here, once, on TV, they asked a psychic woman to conduct a healing session after her interview. I immediately go to the TV and absorb her bioenergy through my palms. She finished the session, and I lay down on the sofa and raised my hands to my temples in order to get deep into her possibilities to climb. So to say: reveal all its secrets for yourself. And I see myself in space, even space under my feet. And in front of me is a big screen. The screen hung, like me, right in the middle of space and nothing held it. I checked this case - I looked behind the screen and saw nothing but space. At that time I did not know about "na-na technology" - that is when everything is in the minus ninth degree. Well, this is when ten kilometers in one millimeter. Therefore, one cannot see from the end of the screen and, on the other hand, nothing is visible either. Only space. I moved back, "stood up" in front of the screen. On the other side of the screen sitssome … I would say "human", if not for this technology, when the screen is in the middle of space. He sits sideways, waddling, his legs are thrown over his legs and is talking to someone, I don’t see that second one, as the second one sits behind the right wall of the screen. I looked down to see the remote control at hand. The remote control did not impress me - in recording studios the remote control will be ten times more difficult, judging by the number of buttons. The room where he was sitting did not impress either. Moved to the left to increase my view of the right side of the screen. I saw nothing. The remote control did not impress me - in recording studios the remote control will be ten times more difficult, judging by the number of buttons. The room where he was sitting did not impress either. Moved to the left to increase my view of the right side of the screen. I saw nothing. The remote control did not impress me - in recording studios the remote control will be ten times more difficult, judging by the number of buttons. The room where he was sitting did not impress either. Moved to the left to increase my view of the right side of the screen. I saw nothing.
Moreover, everything is without sound, like in a silent movie. And then this "operator" raised himself in his chair and stretches out his hand, and the one behind the right side of the screen gives him a cup (well, like we have cups) with coffee or something similar. He takes this cup and glanced at me casually and even began to look away at the cup. What started here !!! The cup flew up to the ceiling, then fell on his lap, and apparently there was something so hot in it that the "operator" jumped, but his fear was stronger than a burn - he did not land past the seat. On the right, the second looked out, threw a glance at me and disappeared. "Operator", he pressed something there, and I can hear the door slamming. The siren howled. Not like ours, but immediately understandable - from this sound everyone on the other side of the screen and behind the walls for a hundred meters around, the wool on the nape of the neck stood on end, and the "romance" began to jerk their knees. You should have seen the eyes of the "operator" when he looked at the trail of the fleeing one. I immediately understood: the door was already blocked, as in a fire on a submarine - either you save the boat and others, or you die, but others will live, but no one will save you. This is that no one will save him for sure, he cleared well. I felt sorry for him. There was so much fear in his eyes.
“I don’t bite!” I say to him in my mind.
The guy took a breath. The eyes brightened a little.
- "Who are you?" - asks. - "Where from?"
- "Earthling" - I say. - “Here Zeta had a TV show, and I intercepted her thoughts and here I am. Hello, aste, uncle!"
In vain, I mentioned her name (Z is like an X). In his head, a thunderstorm began to accumulate in this name, like: - "We warned her!" - violation of instructions … and so on. Here in him immediately the "Russian boiler inspector" woke up, although he himself was just a "doorman in the theater", or rather in front of the screen. Well, everything is like ours, but we all think that this is the "Russian mentality". They, here, in space, are smeared with us with one "peace (incense)". In thoughts, everything is immediately visible. Oh, she will come out next time to contact them … Former "Secret agent of the space community." They will put in an enema for her - ten liters, with a kilogram of gramophone needles …
Back to the ship in the park …
This, the eldest, from the crew - the eldest not in age (either they are all the same age, or they are not getting old) caught my “excursion” into the past and… reassured me: “We don’t have the habit of punishing mistakes. But she herself! made a conclusion …"
That's right! If you have something to hide, stay away from the blue screen and a very large audience, otherwise you will find such a "ghoul-nugget" curious to an obscene ability and all "your-someone else's" secrets will come out.
Because, as he sometimes looked behind my back, I realized that it was time to get busy. They were all nervous because of this “invisibility”. Work work, but talk … and a hundred grams before fishing. When I worked at the Pobeda collective farm, we were not allowed to get close to a pig or a calf with a knife until we had half a glass of vodka. And here they are sent to work "dry". And I didn’t want to hurry either: I’m a human too, he almost kills THEM, but I’m not penetrable like the KV tank in 1941? They used to burn them, and they burned …
There was no doubt that all doors would be opened for me. I just thought to get up, but behind me the opening in the wall "dissolved". I adjusted my locator to Invisible and moved down the corridor. One thing surprised me: as soon as I point my finger to the side of the corridor, and opposite my finger, the opening dissolves into the wall. While I on this twenty-meter ship reached the other end, I walked two hundred meters and several decks. And this is in the volume of 4 by 20 meters.
I drove this "invisible" to a dead end and narrowed the blockade ring to a small compartment … I already had a small shiver in my body - even a rat, driven into a dead end, rushes at anyone, but here, after all, a three-meter hulk and not the weakest in space, and I'm just the opposite - not the biggest. These "aliens" are the owners of the ship a cut above me.
And then they "shout" to me mentally: - "Can you guarantee his blockade in this compartment?"
-"No problems. But maybe it …"
“No, no … This is a very - very valuable specimen. He needs to be alive. We can now study it and build protection on ships and around planets."
- As you wish … - I mentally portrayed disappointment.
He returned to the wheelhouse and collapsed into the "chair". Fingers in the lock, so as not to give out jitters.
- I have done my job … It's time to go home.
And then their elder looked somewhere behind me … I looked back … and there was not a door through which I entered, but space. God - You are my God! The earth is already smaller than the smallest globe, or rather the ball that I have at home in children's toys, with a pattern of continents. You can't even see the continents on it. This means that we have been flying in space all this time!
- “When will I get home now ?!”
“You don't have to return to Earth. Any space community on any planet will be happy to arrange any kind of life for you."
- “And talk ?! And fishing on vacation? And the wife and daughter? No no no. Turn me back as you like. By the time I return, they will be looking for me. And at work, what will they say?"
- "No one will notice your absence from your planet."
The older one moved his hand above his head and following his movement the screen in the stern expanded 360 degrees horizontally and 360 degrees vertically. Mom who gave birth to me !!! Huge spaceships are flying on the sides. No longer bowls for soup, but huge … well, like Lukos. No … Lucas, the ships were big too, but they were on the screen. And if two hundred meters of space are hidden inside this twenty-meter boat, then what can be translated there?
- "Where is this from?"
“We're too valuable an object now. Now you will be transferred to another capsule. She will return with you to your Earth, and scientists from several civilizations are waiting for us. They were watching your every move all this time. They calculated your bioenergetic impulses, which you use on him, and already, on one of the ships, mechanisms of artificial influence and barriers are being prepared."
- "The guys are working fast."
- “No, not fast. This group was assembled after your flight towards the "Infinity of the Confined Space". We hoped to intercept the "invisible" when you let him out."
"So you asked me to release him for three weeks?"
“We have a different dimension of time. Yes it was us."
“So why didn't you catch him then? Well I let him out!"
“You didn’t let him out, you threw him out at a speed not accessible to our ships. We do not know where he is now, although our abilities were considered limitless in the universe."
Apparently I got excited then, even "letting go" him from the "Closed Space". Well, in this "Confined Space" itself, there are still those speeds, I can tell you. One inertia from such velocities will be enough to fly to the devil on the middle of nowhere, and from the "Great Infinity of Closed Space" revolving around a giant Black Hole, throw it into the "Place of Expiration" or "Formation of the multi-temporal world space", which scientists call the Big Bang. And I didn’t understand them yet and gave it to him to speed up … here you are, "defenders of the invisible." I thought they were asking for their own: "Let him out!"
“You shouldn't have told me,“Let him out,”but“Give the enemy to us,”I tell them. - “They said“let him out”and I let him out …” - he said, but I myself feel some anxiety in them. - “What worries you now?”.
- "We are left without a master of invisibility."
- "Well …" - I looked at all seven attentively and fixed my gaze on the one with the bust, as it seemed to me. I liked the bioenergy "his - her" more than others. "I'll give you the Mistress of the Invisibles right now."
I went up to her, and she was a head taller than me, I had to rise on tiptoes and tilt her head towards me with my hands for the temples. I looked into her eyes and mentally showed everything that I felt, touching the "invisible", and "breathed" all my knowledge into her."
He looked into her eyes again and asked: “Where did the“invisible man come from?”
And her hand at the same second poked into space.
- "Here's the" Mistress of the Invisibles ". And I am leaving you. I can't stay. I was told in my youth that I … " - in general, I have to be on Earth.
And so I stand on Earth … I stand, look at this park and begin to think: where did that ill-fated day go from my life.
But how my memory was turned off, and how I ended up at home, I did not remember. I just want to add from my past experience that the "black invisibles" among UFOlogists are called "Devils", which is translated from the Hebrew text of the Bible as "Destroyer" …
And tomorrow I will go to work on the same road. And the day after tomorrow too.
But their memory blocking technologies are not that strong. Or maybe - and this was provided by them?
I'll go … My wife is waiting for dinner.
And now about what happened later.
P / S. A shortened version of this story was sent to [email protected] on February 26, 2010 at 11:52 am and the next day I looked at it on the UFO Photos and Facts website, but after three days I could not access this page and it is not left in your "Archives". True, with the change of the computer (I gave the old one to my daughter), the first part was lost, which I restored from memory. Just do not post it in the section of fantastic stories, since I have not changed a single fact or surname, except for "Zeta", whose name I cannot reveal, but she is a real person and a celebrity in her circles, although after that incident I have not never seen on a blue screen. I tried to open the site from someone else's computers, under someone else's nicknames, but it did not open for three weeks. I already gave up on all this, but it happened to "pass" next to the site, and I tried to open … It worked!But my story was not … I am writing to the administrator: - “What's wrong with the story? Why threw it out of the site ?! " The answer comes: - "I never throw anything out of my site." Oh, that's how! I send him by e-mail a copy of the story from his page, and it appears again on the site "UFO Photos and Facts", and at the end such a thing …
Ed. glyk - In 2010 I personally moderated this article and other Paul stories, but this one has strangely disappeared. The other day it turned out that Pavel forgot his password, but could not recover it due to the wrong email address (be careful!) I searched on the site and in copies of the database, for different years and months, there is simply no such story, mystic … Hah, here it is:)
Then I threw him a question: “The site is a site, but if you go down the UFO page, then your site“UFO photos and facts”is in tenth position, which never opens. Apparently he was shocked, as he did not answer. But someone closed his memory, threw out my story and several comments of mine and others from the old site, and opened his site again in a different position. And the "Admin" did not notice anything.
In 2016, they took from my computer and flash drive 12.5 KgB of materials on the history of Russia - USSR - Russia, they disappeared from the "Cloud" and "Yandex Disk". And the entire Church Slavonic Bible takes 2.5KgBytes. In short, the volume of the printed text is almost six Bibles. One of my colleagues at work commented to me with the phrase: "Apparently you, Pasha, are registered with such that the FSB is resting."
And once, as in an anecdote, it happened to me … when on a fishing trip, where there was no connection, on turned off! phone called me! I went crazy then, to be honest - there was no communication at all in that place … I hear the phone under my jacket, speak while I pulled it out, there it is already in English. I turned on the phone, communications are zero, generally zero. I turned it off again and put it in my bosom …
And greetings from 2018: in Yandex Zen "My phone rang." Who is speaking? It is my phone…". But that's a completely different story …
Author: Pavel Shasherin
