Viktor Kostrykin is one of the most famous and proven contactees with UFOs. The contact of V. P. Kostrykin is confirmed by many leading researchers-ufologists of our country and the world. Viktor Petrovich was a participant and speaker of the international conference "Dialogue with the Universe" held in Germany in 1990, speaker of the UFO World Congress held in the USA.
Until 1962, I had little faith in the existence of unidentified flying objects, until I myself saw one on a summer August night. It happened in the village of Blagoveshchenka, Prokhladnensky district of Kabardino-Balkaria, at about 10 pm. Observing the satellites, I suddenly saw a very high bright luminous point of the first magnitude. Rhythmically changing its brilliance, but without flickering, it moved across the sky in a northeastern direction from the Main Caucasian Range along a very strange zigzag trajectory. The object was moving quickly. The changing direction of movement at a strictly right angle did not fit into our concept of physics. Any terrestrial object will collapse at such speed and turns. So there is no inertia there? And if there is no inertia, then there should be no mass. But if there is no mass, then there is no time! All this is strange … Struck by an unusual riddle, I watched for 5-7 minutes.
I was then 33 years old. From that moment, research, analyzes, new observations began, which, combined with my other works and observations, and later with the most incredible events, I think, led to a number of separate clues and new riddles.
Then, in Blagoveshchenka, I remembered my childhood and my grandmother, who said that even before the revolution they saw that fireballs were flying over Nalchik.
So, I began to look into the starry sky more and more often. Began to calculate my predictions of UFO visits. At first, according to my forecasts, dozens of people saw them, then hundreds, thousands and even tens of thousands of people. Often they organized excursions to the mountains for observation. But the group of observers, especially not prepared, is already a company that has escaped from the grip of the city into the bosom of nature. It was certainly fun, but they were more likely to sit by the fire or at fishing rods and look at the floats than to gaze at the sky. Therefore, I began to walk myself.
This is not to say that, having embarked on an odyssey, he was not at all afraid. However, interest suppresses thoughts of danger. This was the case on the night of July 6-7, 1968.
I got to the mountain village Khushtosyrt in the Chegem gorge. Khushtosyrt translated from Balkar means Khushtova Upland - ridge. From the village I climbed the alpine meadows behind the Chegem waterfalls. Why did you choose this particular area? Yes, because it was in this part of the sky that I often saw a UFO. Towards evening, he settled himself on a hayk. The pleasant smell of fresh hay flowed. It’s safer, more comfortable, after all, you can lie on your back and observe the whole sky. And the stars are so amazing! Of course, I never dreamed of any contacts. I just looked distantly into the depths of the universe. I expected, of course, to see the flight visually, if only I was lucky to once again make sure that the forecast was correct. (Even then, I began to plot UFO routes on the map of the republic, and interesting patterns began to appear).
It was about three in the morning. Suddenly I saw a sheer falling meteorite, unusually bright. Then the brightness disappeared and the further decline continued almost side by side, accompanied by smoky "forks". Out of surprise, I got up, dumbfounded by the spectacle, and then sat down on the heap, for some reason expecting an explosion. Silence … Vigilance mobilized. And then, very close, from where there was a forest, I felt a terrifying look. I looked. About 100-150 meters away, I see, as it seemed to me, a man is on fire, but stands calmly. I instantly slipped off the top of my observation post and ran away. I thought it was watching a burning almasty, which in Kabardian means forest man (snowman). For some reason, he feverishly concluded that during its accident, the dormant Almasty was on fire from our equipment, and now I will have to answer for all this. In a hurry, I even forgot the stored explosives,taken to the mountains for protection.
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But I was stopped. The dig has left me. Neither move your legs nor raise your arms. Absolutely not painful, no "goose bumps". His own hair on his head and all over his body rose as if electrified. Cold sweat appeared on my face, my heart was beating faster, my mind was clear. Soon, the state of stiffness and oppressive fear passed. Confusion was replaced by an extraordinary lightness throughout the body and mobility. Heard my name, and I went to the call. Behind the hillock on the landing stood a huge disk apparatus, undoubtedly of metal and unearthly origin, in light colors. Portholes shone along the perimeter.
Approaching, I saw that these were not portholes at all, but simply open round pipe exits. There are absolutely no portholes, which exist in our concepts. Along the radius the pipes went deep into the apparatus, and outside they glowed with some special light of a milky hue. The pipes went to the center, like spokes from the rim to the wheel hub. A strange light in places bends around the body, as if obeying a magnetic field. The impression was that the metal apparatus was, as it were, in a light cocoon.
I was greeted by a being that we look like, with a few exceptions. Flame-fiery reflections still ran over his silvery jumpsuit, and then they went out. The creature has the same hands with five fingers, legs, and so on. Growth, like mine, or a little higher. (Later they explained that a person, finding himself in such conditions, perceives the world around him in a distorted form, that their real height is 6 meters! They can even compress space, or vice versa - expand it). The clothes were light, and some kind of glow emanated from the head and hands, especially noticeable outside the ship. The figure is slender, thin, proportions are normal, movements are gradual, slow, one might say, majestic. They do not like very much when they talk to them loudly or wave their hands. I was repeatedly stopped by the words: “Speak more quietly. Don't wave your hands. With a gesture I was invited to enter.
I crossed the threshold where all earthly power ends, and possibly our three-dimensional dimension. It was warmer in the compartments than at that time in the alpine meadows. My feet walked muffled. The light inside the device is soft, not at all like electric or our daylight. There are no harsh shadows in the room. Light, rather, closer to natural daylight, like milk, falls from above, I did not see the sources or I do not remember. In the back against the wall there were consoles, colored signals flashing. Furniture or other objects come out and go under the floor or into the walls. There are absolutely no curtains or latches on the wall, but the wall can disperse and a screen appears, I saw it.
Here I noticed a few more figures, there were five of them. They are all dressed the same and look alike, like twin brothers. Earlier and henceforth I refer to THEM in capital letters. According to THEIR achievements, THEY are worthy. My glee sought to pour out at the sight of the surrounding, so unimaginable. The heads are large, oval-elongated from the front. The faces seemed to me pretty and somehow special. Immediately I got the impression that THEY are looking at you and even know what you are thinking. No hostility or curiosity on THEIR side. The biggest feature is the eyes. They are large and spaced at an angle. It seems that THEY see the same in front and in profile. This wide-angle view is very scary. Perhaps it is needed at superluminal speeds. Perhaps our eyesight is less perfect. I don't draw any conclusions. There is something in the look, it seemed to mebird.
The head is crowned with a product, it seemed to me, of gold and stones; from the front like a skullcap, and from the side like a garrison cap. This is a brainphone for transmitting conversational thoughts at a distance. Soon, to my surprise, I discovered that there were no decorations on the clothes; no scars, no stitches, no even buttons or seams, fasteners or buckles. There is a semblance of folds at the ends of sleeves, trousers, neck, belt. The clothes are white with shine. The soles are thick, like our micropores. I did not have to observe other outfits. There is hair, short, but for some reason it seems gray, although the faces do not have wrinkles at all and look very young.
I introduced myself. He said that I was a Caucasian cheldon (a person from the Don), a resident of the indigenous. The very same minute I received an answer that there are only four indigenous nationalities in the Caucasus, that the rest of the peoples are newcomers or mixed. List them. They have their own or ancient names, and the word Svans only reminded me, although the Svans call themselves Khevsurs. They even indicated the location of each group, but I did not remember.
I was deeply impressed by the unusual appearance, and the gravity in movement, some kind of inviolability, purposefulness, complete confidence. In colloquial speech with a person, an extraordinary connection is used when it is heard inside the head. I tried to cover with my palms, plug both ears with my fingers, make turns and tilts of the head. Heard all the same. But the direction of the sound source is stable and does not change from changing head positions. You ask questions with your tongue. Restrained and quiet. The answers are clear, clear, without unnecessary words. In the purest modern Russian language. For verification purposes, from my "bell tower", I asked if it was possible to speak Kabardian or German. A dialogue took place:
- Do you know these languages better?
- No.
- Then speak Russian. There is no language problem for us.
They address them not to "you", but to "you", but very politely and correctly. The voices are young and vary in timbre and direction. The emotional state is felt. Witty, healthy humor is respected. When they spoke to me, they did not even open their lips. It was like a hidden translator was acting, but the timbres and intonation are different. Therefore, there was a direct linguistic thought, strictly oriented by the correspondent. So this is not a fantasy of modern science fiction writers, but reality. We communicated with each other in some incomprehensible language. I remembered the word "Taila-Layla".
They asked me to sit in a very comfortable chair and said already in Russian: "Now our way to the mountain", - and one pointed in the direction where Elbrus is. (In 1970, on the fifth of August, in two-way communication, THEY again used the word “Taila-Laila.” Later, I accidentally discovered on the map, near Elbrus and the city of Mestia, Mount Laila - 4010 meters above sea level. maybe they called me that, but maybe this mountain).
But back to the events of that unusual night. While in the chair, I again drew attention to the original rectangular plate above the entrance to another compartment. The tablet looked like gold, with colored stones on it. The drawing meant something.
Then two Beings, similar, like twins, approached me. One was wearing black gloves up to the elbows. Here I paid attention to the hands. They were distinguished by grace. The fingers are elongated, thin. The hand is even beautiful. The gloves are custom-made. No wrinkles, folds. The material was striking in its quality. Gloves of amazing quality had absolutely no gloss or glare. Absolutely black.
I looked at those who came up not without fear and alertness. I think they are still planning this? What if they start gutting now? In the meantime, THEY took my left hand, turned the palm of the hand with an edge, drew back their thumb and brought a shiny device to the place between the thumb and forefinger with a gloved hand. A moment, and a piece of my skin appeared on the instrument. And on the hand was a red triangle 6x6 mm. There was no pain or blood at all. And immediately before our eyes, the wound began to heal.
Then, reassured, I said: “I know what these gloves are and what they are for,” since I accepted their purpose, as well as our medical ones. Not a word was spoken to me. Suddenly, a hand in a black glove, with all five fingers, began to plunge into my chest. With wide eyes, I contemplated an outlandish sight. There was no skeleton or muscles for a gloved hand, and my shirt, which was on me, was not an obstacle for it. I had absolutely no pain and no other sensations. When the glove deepened and touched my heart, then I cried out in pain. The gloved hand came up nimbly. There are no traces or blood left at the site of penetration. Boggles the mind! Until that moment, my heart was playing pranks. THEY immediately found the defect and fixed it. THEY can perform abdominal operations without blood.
How to explain such transformations, I was already afraid to find out, but asked why THEM needed skin. They replied that a large source of information was recorded there. It turns out that several human bodies can be grown from such a piece. THEY told me that people themselves began to seriously harm their shell, their body. In some distant generation, our shell - the body will not meet the assigned requirements and will not be able to fully perform vital functions. Annual increase in background influences; radioactive, chemical, vibrational, informative - not very noticeable now, very destructive for the future. The term of that future is under their control. The destructive dose increases rapidly. On all continents, not only people, but also animals are regularly taken samples - samples. Thus, a huge genetic fund is constantly renewed or replenished.
During all visits, THEY treat everything very carefully. Despite the fact that they often try to fire at them. But there are visitors, unfortunately, of the opposite type. Both opposites conflict with each other. But here we are talking about good visits.
THEY often visit reserves: Caucasian, Astrakhan, Askania-Nova and others. Hence, the frequency of observations in such places is record-breaking.
THEY said that the radioactive elements uranium and plutonium, being in an oxidized state, are, as it were, bound hand and foot. We are now stubbornly engaged in removing these fetters. And then the substances begin to "dance" - with their feet and hands, that is, they show radioactivity. These figurative expressions give a vivid idea. But this is not enough. The "dancing" Soviet uranium, plutonium, etc., send their greetings to the American, and so on. “Radioactivists” no longer only “dance”, but also hold each other with their long arms, especially since we untied the hands of the “radioactive” for this. And the worst is expected ahead, since, it turns out, there is a critical weight of large masses, which can lead to the greatest explosion and destruction of the planet. Everything radioactive interacts, wherever it is: in a bomb, in a reactor, in a warehouse, etc. We, earthlings,are already close to this large critical mass, and they have it under control. Like all strategic sites. Because we are able to harm not only ourselves, but also others on Earth and in Space.
I continued to sit in the same chair, and already, as if in a dream, I remember how a black oblong rectangle was brought to my eyes. Certainly some kind of device. From the orbits of my eyes a kind of even, bluish glow began to creep out, float out. By rotating the eyeball, an even light could be seen.
Then THEY examined my large birthmark on my right calf. They found a spot on my forehead, just above the bridge of the nose. Before that, he himself did not pay attention to him. The purpose of such research remained unsolved for me.
He told THEM that THEY had apparently been living somewhere in the neighborhood for a long time - The answer was something like this: “Not only not in the neighborhood, but further and very far away”.
Aliens immediately gave a block of information about themselves.
They live in a large stellar inhabited country adjacent to our Galaxy. There is a corridor between our Galaxy and their country through which they fly. Spaceship fuel is ordinary water, which can burn slowly, thereby causing the movement of huge ships, similar in structure to crystals.
Newcomers live in their country for a very long time in comparison with us. If we take the cycle of an average earthling, then his life is equal to approximately one minute of the life of an alien, in our understanding of time.
All earthly civilizations are subject to catastrophic destruction associated with large cycles and rhythms of a cosmic nature. The development of THEIR civilization is not overshadowed by such factors and is preserved by the power of knowledge. However, the aliens are surprised that the earthlings, without waiting for large cycles, are trying to destroy themselves and eliminate all life on the planet. This worries THEM and attracts attention, makes them exercise unremitting control over the processes taking place on Earth.
Having absorbed the information, I said:
- Now I see your favor and do not doubt it, but why is there a place for evil on Earth?
- In many ways, people themselves are guilty. And besides, there is another world, but hidden from your eyes.
- Can you see him?
- Now you will see with your own eyes.
I was asked to leave the apparatus. The landscape turned out to be different from the meeting. The valley or gorge was also surrounded by majestic, virgin mountains. It was deep night, the stars twinkled and were large and bright. They pointed out to the side the stone on which I sat down, and they left by themselves. About ten meters away, right in front of me, a huge figure suddenly appeared, which seemed to consist of the darkness itself. She resembled a human, but the creature was somehow furry, or so it seemed to me. Figuratively speaking, it looked like a bag with legs, head and arms. How it arose, I did not notice. I turned in the direction of the device, which simply disappeared, and when, I did not notice either. The black creature on two legs moved directly towards me, stretching its terrible arms forward. I froze. The body was numb. A thought flashed; "THEY hid, disappeared, leaving me at the mercy of this monster."The arms and legs were paralyzed. He turned for help to Orthodoxy, then in Arabic to Islam and again to Orthodoxy.
Since I am a baptized Christian, during the Great Patriotic War my grandmother and mother taught me prayers. The war is over, thank God, we survived. And prayers began to be forgotten. So this time I immediately remembered them: “Our Father, like you are in heaven…” Then I completely forgot. And this monster stopped. I think feverishly: "Yeah, that's what it is afraid of." But after standing still, the black hulk rushed forward again. Then I thought with lightning speed that maybe Muslim prayers are better in this situation. At one time I was lucky to have good old mentors. And I said: "Bessmelyagi Rahman Rahim" - it's like "Lord, save me." The creature stopped. But since I was silent, it again moved awkwardly in my direction.
I didn’t need to take breaks in prayer, and I didn’t know then. I did not understand that conversion with faith is an omnipotent means. And he said the following: “Lail laha il Allah, in Muhammad Rasul il-lah,“- “There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is his Prophet.” The monster again became rooted to the spot. I fell silent, and it again stubbornly moved towards me, raising shaggy hands in my direction, then I said again: “Our Father, who art in heaven.” I remembered further: “Hallowed be Thy Name.”
Suddenly to the left, above the ground, a bright light point appeared. It rapidly began to grow upward and in breadth, and, having reached the size of an orange, suddenly, turning around, formed a new figure, also a creature. A little taller than a human, graceful, everything consisting of even, unquenchable light. Graceful contours were clearly visible, details merged. Except for the head, everything is like people. The head in the "above the head" position is exactly like the equatorial half of the month. The light creature resembled a bird-man. When it fully unfolded, the black creature silently slammed to the ground, as if in defense.
Before me stood the very perfection of light. With a beautiful gesture, the Being from the Light offered to rise. As soon as the "bag" stood up, immediately the Being from Light took a pose of readiness and, breaking away from the surface, rushed along an arc to black. At the same time, it stretched out and, as it were, lost its shape. Instantly it began to describe spiral circles. It passed over the black man's head, twisting his neck and legs at the same time. It encircled him, twisting a light spiral, which, as it were, dismembered the black, squeezing and dragging him into the whirlpool. This incredible rotation was accompanied by a rustle reminiscent of the rustling of matter, or, more precisely, the flapping of a flag in the wind. The grandiose spectacle of the struggle resembled a fantastic galactic scene.
All this rushed at me, with a rustle flew right over my head and disappeared into the rock that was behind me. This white-black spiral has gone like a knife in butter.
Recovering himself, he jumped up and patted the stone wall with his palms. The reflex worked automatically, apparently in order to determine the strength of the wall. And one more important detail. When an unimaginable "whirlwind" swept over me, then some kind of animal fear that gripped me made me dash away from my place. But, as at the first meeting in Khushtosyrt, the legs and arms did not obey. The body was constrained by an amazing numbness. Hair stood up, and cold sweat poured in a stream.
They called me again. As if nothing had happened, the device stood still. And inside it, it was later explained to me that the black creature had long lost its light clothes and from time immemorial was not capable of good deeds. That it is also indestructible and can shrink, take root and cause harm to all living things, that it has no access to the aircraft. They explained that light points and balls accompany people. Even astronauts in flight are monitored by an enhanced patrol. All strategic facilities are under unremitting control.
… I woke up early in the morning on July 7th. He was sitting on the straw, or rather, with his back to the stack of straw, all wet, apparently from dew. Far below, in front of me, I saw a long highway belt and running cars. The place was familiar, but it was no longer the meadows of Khushtosyrta, where the meeting took place, but the Kurkuzhinskoe plateau. In the Kabardian language, the Kurkuzhinskoe (Kulkuzhinskoe) plateau means: a plateau of dawn ghosts. At first I could not understand how I found myself here. There was a feeling of some strange experienced danger and depression, or, as it were, from a great lack of sleep. Straining my memory, I remembered that in the evening I went to Khushtosyrt, was high in the mountains, behind a rocky ridge, and ended up here. Passing the Baksan district, I got to Zolsky.
He did not lose his sense of reality either at night or in the morning. Even if we admit some kind of unconsciousness, delirium, I could not independently cross high mountains, turbulent rivers and get here. Pictures, dialogues, meetings and images of such unusual Entities came to my mind. Everything was like reality, not hallucinations, not a deception of the senses. The day before, that day, and indeed at that time, I was absolutely sober. I had only mineral water with me. Fascinated by the experience, he tried to embrace the richness of impressions. Gathering up, he headed for the freeway, and was soon at home. Here I just realized that I was just thrown closer to the main road, from where you can get home both faster and easier.
After a while, an acquaintance brought me one of Kazantsev's books to read. First I flipped through the pages looking at the illustrations. And suddenly I saw very familiar figures. The book contains some drawings on stone, very ancient and recently discovered by a Frenchman in the Sahara Desert. They were carved in ancient times. The group depicted was called The Four Goddesses. If I didn’t know THEIR properties and the fact that THEY are made of light, then, probably, the cave painting would not have made a special impression on me. So the ancients knew about these Light Beings! I wanted to tell people about everything immediately. I was not shaken by the strength of memory and the importance of the knowledge beyond the unknown. But the reality of misunderstanding was great. Well, who would have taken my declaration seriously? How would you confirm?
I tried to allegorically describe some points to my acquaintances. Perceived who how. Thus a wall of misunderstanding grew. I began to realize that I had become somehow a stranger to people, although I still loved and respected them. For some reason it began to seem to me that people spend a lot of time and a lot of effort to no benefit. I felt sorry for the people, and myself with my thoughts. I wanted some privacy for reflection.
I began to hear people's thoughts. Therefore, he could not use public transport. I walked to work early and went home later. I avoided people. I closed myself in and fell in love with loneliness.
Soon, the usual mass trips for the fall began to harvest tomatoes, potatoes, etc. Here, everything is together, and what you just can't hear: get something, get it, take possession, steal somewhere. Envy, unflattering reviews of some people about each other, although in general they are not so bad people. Natural for that time was a "round table" on the grass for a common meal with obligatory drinks. And how the passions ran high after alcohol! Therefore, I retired, I felt sorry for my colleagues, I worried about it and cheered for them with my heart. The jokers screamed at me with mockery: “Hey, holy father! Come to us, we will pour you a glass of wine …"
Very, very difficult relationships developed among relatives and friends. Almost everyone has seen ANOTHER, and this is scary. I wanted to shout to everyone: “People, come to your senses, stop! Respect each other! Help each other!"
At that time, I absolutely did not know that a person has centers (chakras), on which much depends, and with their opening superpowers can open. And now something incredible began to happen to me, which THEY did not warn about during Contact. Under the influence of strong energy, the chakras opened. And miracles began to happen to me, of which there were many witnesses. I began to hear what people were talking about among themselves at a great distance from me. I began to hear through concrete walls and ceilings. Periodically read, or rather, heard the thoughts of people. He could find lost or hidden objects. I don't like playing cards at all, but then I always won. I was annoyed by the curious, but I played no more than three times. He opened locks if the key was stuck. With a glance and thought, he stopped the operation of the internal combustion engine, or did not allow the engine to start. In the shooting range he was able to fire a series of bullets in the top ten and nearby, of course, aiming. Everything was discovered by chance and repeated many times. Sometimes I felt a delicate scent of unknown flowers, and sometimes, on the contrary, intolerable bad odors.
Animals and birds began to obey me. I was not even touched by the angry chain dog, which, on the contrary, caressed and licked my hands. I always speak affectionately with animals and birds, and it seems to me that sometimes they understand words well. I became like their translator. These experiments were repeated by popular demand. The birds are not afraid of me even now, if I am alone, they trust. They sit on their arms, shoulders, head.
It was not difficult for me to relieve a headache or a toothache by manipulating my hands, and there were always patients. Several times he stopped bleeding by a non-contact method. He began to raise and heal seriously ill patients, whom the doctors refused.
Immediately after Contact, I felt disgusted with eating meat. Rather, he could not. Especially he could not stand the smell of fried food. I didn’t eat meat or fish and felt good. Chakras (centers) voluntarily opened and closed as well. I didn't know how to fix, let alone develop superpowers.
There were also negative consequences of Contact. Teeth began to decay one by one. I had no idea about the leaching of calcium then. I also had no concept of concentration and meditation at that time. However, in a dream, on the astral plane, he traveled between the past and the future.
Something has survived to this day. I remove damage from the evil eye, I can heal. I continue to understand birds and animals. Using the mental scale, by raising my hand, I determine the radioactivity in microroentgens per hour, or the activity of the Sun in Wolf numbers. There were periods when he foresaw major events in the country, and there are witnesses to this.
Cruel misunderstanding
Thus, I had to witness and participate in the most incredible events. I felt an almost irresistible desire to share with people immediately. At the same time, all the strangeness of what he saw, heard and experienced restrained. Who will believe?
My contact and communication with extraordinary Beings somehow accelerated one development, which I believed to be similar to UFO radiation, with a subtle nature of radiation. I decided that it was simply criminal to keep silent about all this.
In the spring of 1969, he received the first results in practice. There was already a correspondence with scientists, including from Dubna. To speed up the decision right on the spot, I gathered for ten days in Moscow at my own expense. There I wanted to meet with Felix Yuryevich Siegel, with whom I was in correspondence. I considered it necessary to tell about my Contact face to face, so as not to look like a black sheep and to avoid sensations, since the events and facts that befell me were beyond the ordinary. I thought to find advice, recommendations. But … I ended up in a psychiatric hospital in Moscow, where I was kept for 50 days without any reason! Of course, he did nothing antisocial. At that time, even the word UFO was banned, it was being prepared to replace it with AAY … It's hard to remember. But my whole life has changed. And the blows of fate did not stop.
I never met Siegel. He and his family went on vacation. I did not meet with other scientists either. In the first 10 years, I "froze" the description of events. Described by samizdat only in 1979. The years of stagnation continued for another ten years, but they did not dull creative activity either.
Face the invisible
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge, while calm was established and the pain from such a terrible stagnant blow passed. Unhurriedly, he again took up the problems of interest to me. I received letters, they called me, at the meeting people encouraged me, advised me not to give up hobbies, but to show determination and perseverance. According to my calculations, the next visit was expected from July 31 to August 3, 1970. An attractive force was again pulling into the mountains. And again I went along the old route, to my refuge near the village of Khushtosyrt.
On July 31, 1970, I was there in the evening. He settled himself more comfortably on the heap and passionately cherished special hopes for a meeting, although there was not much confidence. But at about 22.00 everything was repeated exactly as in the summer of 1968. This time he did not run away, but he was frightened by surprise. I thought, wouldn't they take me this time and take me somewhere far, far away?
There was no numbness. Clearly heard Arabic speaking to me. My knowledge of the Arabic language is negligible. I was convinced that it was precisely the Arabic speech, according to some words, for example, "marhaba" - "hello." And also because the real, beautiful, viscous singing of the muezzin followed at all intervals. The chanting continued until he slowly approached the next test.
Everything was the same as two years ago, and the same "vilyushki" in the sky. The disc apparatus has no one. No one seemed to meet me. But THEY began to call me by my last name: Kostrykin. The pilots were not visible inside either. Muffled, enchanting music is heard.
The disk apparatus was sitting on its "belly", and it was not difficult to enter it. He left his equipment inside, at the entrance, went into the depths of the ship. Nobody. Immediately noticed the entrance to the adjacent and equally bright compartment. I went there with the aim and hope of seeing the pilots - "twins". But as soon as he was at the entrance, he heard a voice: "There is no one there." This voice undoubtedly belonged to a woman. However, he managed to look into another compartment. It was the same in appearance: spacious, without any piles, nothing superfluous. And there really was no one there.
THEY do not leave the vehicle-ship for a long time and hardly leave it. I hoped for it when I waited.
I felt uneasy. Involuntarily, in an earthly way, for some reason I thought about a trap. To find myself an inhabitant of such a perfect apparatus, among the invisibles, over which even time has no power, I was creepy. I turned back. I saw an open book. She was lying on the table, attracting attention. The signs were in columns and resembled our shorthand. I have not leafed through the pages and do not know the material of manufacture. I began to compare the images with objects and animals I knew. There is such a technique for memorization.
It was impossible to remember everything. Later in the drawings, I gave 12 characters, which are remembered for their simplicity. I asked and remembered what two of those given in the figures mean, the rest were deciphered and corrected later.
Nearby lay unfolded strange maps of the starry sky. All the details are impossible to remember. Some moments in memory were preserved more clearly, others worse. I felt very distinctly that I was being watched, watched, but I did not see anyone. Muffled, charming, smooth, unobtrusive music was constantly heard. For some reason, with its originality, the sign that I called "tobacco pouch" rushed into memory. I asked, pointing my finger:
- What does this sign mean?
- Inhabited area of the universe, - I heard in response.
There were crosses in the text, and they had a difference in style.
Then I drew attention to the sign that I called "crocodile".
- This sign looks like a crocodile, but it looks like something unpleasant.
- This is a symbol of life, and denotes two joined galaxies.
- Forgive my generous misunderstanding. But I think that if two galaxies are connected, then it will already be a symbol of death, but not a symbol of life.
- True, but not quite. The galaxies tend to converge, and after very long periods of time they approach each other. They are connected in pairs, death occurs, but not in your understanding. Relocation, destruction, creation, exchange, then they are removed. Such is the great Mother Nature … It was so, it is and it will be so many times.
As they explained, a person is a complex creature, his shell is a mortal body, but in him is an essence that is not destroyed by time or other factors. In accordance with the time, place and circumstances, each individual reveals, manifests the possibilities inherent in his Light Being, the original "I". Besides, THEY were talking about some old convention.
- So, the person continues to remember his life, even when he is buried?
- They bury the shell. And the essence is alive.
- Can I get some proof?
- Now you will hear the dead and know their feelings.
Those who had recently lost their lives began to pass invisibly before me. There were several of them. Here are a few. I repeat, I did not see them, but I heard exclamations and worries. The first was a woman with a young voice, who screamed terribly, while calling the name of her beloved: "Kolya, you loved me, Kolya, you killed me." Apparently, she was the victim of some cruel or ridiculous tragic incident. She was followed by men and women who, after death, behaved cheerfully and cheerfully. For some, the impression was created that during their lifetime they were sentenced to death, or fettered by a serious illness. Having lost their life in the body, and at the same time fear or illness, now they sang merrily, danced and did not skimp on enthusiasm. They even made plans.
It turns out that the souls of dead people are different. There are those who have fully survived the given century. There are those who are suffering who have died under some circumstances. There are restless ones. There are those who have fallen to the very bottom. It, this bottom, is, and I was given the opportunity to hear the voices of those who live there. I hesitate to write about them.
I counted several categories. Worse are those who have not gone through life, but have already ended up as if at the station without a ticket, and his "train" will not come soon. Suicide is even worse.
The question about Christ was followed by powerful singing of the choir, without musical accompaniment, a choir of male and female voices. They sang a hymn to Mary. It is impossible to listen to him indifferently - goosebumps went through, and tears from the eyes. It is indescribable! It looks like Orthodox church singing.
As they explained to me, a person is free in his actions, but there are certain limits. They explained that, for example, neither the murderer nor his victim will go anywhere, that in the end everyone will receive their own due. As for the truth, it is one for everyone, whether you are a believer or an atheist, a representative of any nationality.
This truth is a measure of good and evil for society, through actions is the improvement of the individual.
At that time, and indeed even when I was writing in 1979, I did not know any occult literature at all, so the information received was a revelation for me.
I don’t presume to judge deeply, but, as far as I understand, in some way life is vaguely reminiscent of a hockey match broadcast on record. A very rough comparison. We may know the final score of the game, but situations and de