Local newspapers did their job. Residents of the city learned that one of these days there will be a famous healer, a healer who heals from all diseases. The healer was called "Teacher". The advertisements indicated that the reception would take place in one of his rented private houses located at the foot of Mount Mithridates. I decided to attend the reception by all means. It's one thing to talk to someone who has visited a healer, another thing to contemplate him personally. It will be possible to objectively analyze the abilities of the next magician.
On the day indicated, I found the house where the healer was staying. In the morning he did not go, because he knew that there would be a crowd. It was high summer. The sun was hot with might and main. Came in after lunch, late in the evening. And still there were a lot of people. The private courtyard was packed to capacity with the suffering. Adults with children and without children settled down right on the ground and near the old stone fence of the house from the side of the street, not far from the road leading to it.
Although it was late afternoon, it was still hot from the sun setting, but not over the horizon. People, apparently long awaiting their turn, languished from the stuffiness. There was no way to hide in the shade, since there was not even a single small tree nearby. There were large trees near other houses, but no one wanted to go there so as not to miss their turn. There was no pre-registration. There was an ordinary live queue, consisting mainly of women. There were some three men who were squatting, pressing their backs against the fence. With all their appearance, they showed that they had nothing to do with what was happening. They were just tired and decided to take a break.
From time to time, people appeared who wanted to get to an appointment without a queue. They were, as a rule, mothers with nursing babies, who squealed so that their ears were blocked. In order not to hear the heartbreaking cry, people with great joy made way for their mother with the restless boy, who continued to strain in the room with the magician. Sometimes a cool foreign car drove up, the owners of which were not used to standing in lines. Someone crawled out of the car with feigned labor; a couple of fellow travelers, grabbing his armpits, began to drag him to the cherished doors, behind which there was a mysterious healer.
Here they began to tearfully ask to skip a seriously ill patient out of line. Compassionate citizens went to meet those who asked. They parted before the gate leading to the wizard. The patient, who had just barely moved his legs, returned to the car from the magician with a calm, even gait on his own. I think that the patient was not the doctor's decoy duck. It's just that the greyhound guys got to the reception without bothering to stand in line and not soaring in the sun. They successfully played a small farce built on the gullibility of people.
I was not going to get an appointment with the "Teacher", and therefore did not take a queue, so as not to waste expensive working time. It was enough for me to talk with two or three people who left the doctor's office and rush to work, where serious business awaited me. I must say that few of the respondents were eager to indulge in reasoning. All the lucky ones, on whom the magic healing energy of the magician was spent, was united by gloom and longing in their eyes. It was clear that they were not entirely happy with the meeting. And some, moving away from the crowd, laughed openly, calling the healer a crook.
From the short answers I learned that a man in his fifties was posing as a healer. Everyone remembered his long black hair and glasses with very dark glasses in front of his eyes. Whether he was blind was difficult to understand. Next to him was a young woman, not older than thirty years, who constantly addressing the magician, with awe in her voice called "Teacher". She acted as an obedient assistant who followed all the instructions of the "Teacher". If the "Teacher" prescribed to someone some special drug charged by him with healing energy, the assistant immediately offered a small plastic bag with some herbs for a certain fee.
It turned out that someone from relatives, acquaintances or neighbors damaged or jinxed the one who came to the saving reception at everyone who attended the reception with the "Teacher", who saw everything with the help of heavenly forces. Whatever question the next client came with, everyone was subjected to a devilish attack, as they were struck by damage. Recommendations for removing damage were associated with various rituals, such as pouring a bucket of water on oneself at a crossroads at midnight to cleanse the soul and reciting a prayer three times, which was immediately slipped by a polite and attentive assistant. It will be possible to go to sleep after that only when the first cock crows, thus announcing the escape of the devil from the soul.
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The teacher apparently forgot that not everyone keeps roosters in the city. It makes no sense to list other treatment options, which are ordinary nonsense, designed for a person burdened with some problem and therefore ready to believe anything and try everything on himself.
By the way, the queue moved very quickly, as the "Teacher" spent several minutes for each visitor. The “teacher” asked to briefly state the request to heaven, with which he was allegedly in constant contact and, having immediately received the necessary information from there, immediately briefly expounded it to the sufferer.
While I was among a masses of people of different ages and diversity, I noticed a nimble woman with sly, constantly running little unpleasant eyes. The aunt was in years. God grant to invest in sixty years. From her behavior, one might think that she, on her own initiative, undertook to monitor the observance of the order, so that scandals did not arise.
Such activists appear in almost every large line. Therefore, no one paid much attention to her. From time to time she approached someone and began, crossing herself, in an insinuating, affectionate, empathic voice from human feelings to ask what exactly the person had led to the “Teacher”. Most in such cases are happy to pour out their souls and cry on the shoulder of not only a stranger, but even the devil himself.
The grandmother stroked the interlocutor's shoulder and reassured him that the "Teacher" would definitely help him get rid of the grief that had fallen on him, like her, who had also come to seek salvation. After spinning a little around the yard, she went into the house for a few minutes, and then returned with a mug, then with a bucket of water, then with some other object. Everything looked quite natural. Then she again approached someone and began to have a soothing conversation.
And then, unexpectedly, the assistant of the “Teacher” appeared on the porch of the house and in a mysterious voice announced that the Heavenly Forces had just ordered the “Teacher” to immediately invite such and such for the session. At the same time, she called omens, what she was wearing, what the called person looked like, and sometimes even called her name. Of course, such a person was in the crowd, since about thirty minutes ago a broken old woman talked to him. But the effect was extraordinary not only for the chosen one of the Heavenly Forces, but also for everyone else.
Involuntarily he attacked everyone with mystical horror, as he was convinced that there, above, they constantly observe the people living on earth and transmit all information to their chosen ones, such as the “Teacher”. After that, how can you not believe in the power of the "Teacher" and then tell your family, friends and acquaintances about the miracle that happened, which he personally witnessed.
I already knew that the world-famous clairvoyant Bulgarian Vanga resorted to such tricks. If you believe the Internet, then in this she was even helped by the special services of Bulgaria, who obtained the necessary information for her. And what will you do to replenish the state budget?..
My work colleague, being in Bulgaria, tried to get an appointment with Vanga. But because of the huge queue, he was unable to meet with the old woman, who was declared by all the media to be the only person on earth capable of seeing times long past and predicting the future for decades to come. My friend, a police officer, then drew attention to men, similar in bearing to their colleagues from Bulgaria, who constantly walked with an indifferent look in the crowd, from time to time stopping in front of someone and conducting some kind of conversation.
He did not attach any importance to this observation. It can be assumed with confidence that these were very necessary for Vanga to obtain valuable information that could be used during clairvoyance. At first, I was not the only one who was amazed by the gift of Vanga, when our newspapers wrote how a blind woman sees everything with the help of the spirits of the dead. Stunning examples were given when Wanga unexpectedly went out on the porch herself and turning her head into the midst of the crowd began to shout angrily, like: “Vuiko! So-and-so, why did you come to me with a sick eight-year-old son, leaving your pregnant wife at home, while you yourself are waiting in line? The spirits of your ancestors have been waiting for you for a long time to talk to you, and you kind of refuse them. Not good, so and so! Come in! Dumbfounded Vuiko, seizing his son by the hand, legs trembling with fear, trudged to Vanga, frantically crossing himself,like everyone else who watched such a miracle picture.
When I was convinced that Vanga had "worthy" students, the same "Teacher" who visited our city, I did not waste more time to understand that this was another charlatan; a charmer, not a snake, but money. I went to work to do earthly real affairs …
Igor NOSKOV
