Elena Zhukova from the village of Novki, Vladimir region, recalls:
“In 1993, my husband and I and our three-year-old daughter came to visit my parents in the village for the summer. There was not much space in the house, and we were placed in a workroom, where a rack made of numerous bookshelves stretched along the entire wall. On shelves from floor to ceiling were thick and heavy volumes of encyclopedias and books on nature. My mom is a biology teacher.
At night, my husband and I went to bed in this room right on the floor, and my daughter slept next to us in a folding chair. The room was so small that my husband and I, lying on the floor, almost touched the bookshelves with our feet.
A week has passed since our arrival. And then came that fateful day when the irreparable could have happened if “something” had not intervened that saved my only daughter from death, and my husband and I too, because we could not survive this.
It was noon. As usual, I put my three-year-old daughter to bed after lunch and went out into the garden. After a while, the sound of a blow came from the house.
I rushed to the house, opened the door leading into it from the street. There is silence in the house. But everything went cold inside me when, entering the room where my daughter was sleeping, I saw a terrible picture. Everything around was strewn with fragments of wood interspersed with books, under which our girl was not visible.
Every shelf fell off the walls just at the place where my husband and I went to sleep on the floor every night.
The chair in which I put our daughter to bed a few minutes earlier was completely hidden under a pile of pieces of wood and books.
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In panic, I rushed to the child. A strange and inexplicable picture opened up. The two only surviving shelves, leaning against each other, stood over our daughter, like a specially built hut.
The horrible thought pierced my mind that my daughter was already dead. But, bending over her and hearing her even breathing, I realized with joy and surprise that she was sleeping peacefully! So sensitive to every sound, it is not clear why she did not wake up from the rumble of a crumbling rack!
I still can't figure out what it could be? Why, even in the garden that was next to the house, I heard a blow, but my daughter did not hear it, continued to sleep sweetly, unaware of what happened in the room? Why only two regiments survived?
And how did it happen that it was they, who survived, who became the shield that covered the child from the thick books and debris of other shelves flying from top to bottom? What or who saved us all from misery? It couldn't be just an accident!.."
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“It happened in early 1993. Around six o'clock in the morning, a fire started on the lower floor of an apartment building in Basildon, Essex. Sheila and Larry Duggan managed to get out of the burning house with their three children. In panic, they forgot about their fourth child, eight-year-old Michelle. When Larry Duggan realized this, the fire had already engulfed the whole house, and it was impossible to enter there.
Meanwhile, little Michelle woke up and began to knock on the bedroom door locked with a key. Then she rushed to the window. And although all the people gathered in front of the burning house on the street saw the flickering hands behind the window glass and heard the heartbreaking screams of the girl among the noise of the fire, nothing could be done. Only a miracle could save the girl.
And the miracle happened.
The sound of broken glass was heard, and a teapot from a Chinese service flew out of the room through the window. In the next instant, the girl's head appeared in the partially broken window, and then she herself.
From the outside, it looked as if someone who was in the room at that moment was pushing her from below to the hole formed in the upper part of the broken glass.
Since no one on the street expected this, they did not manage to catch the girl when she was literally thrown by a bullet out of the window onto the street. To everyone's surprise and relief, eight-year-old Michelle did not crash when she fell and the next minute was in the arms of her mother, distraught with joy.
Parents immediately began to praise little Michelle for showing such courage and resourcefulness. But the girl in response told an absolutely incredible story. Firstly, it was not she who threw the teapot from the service out the window, but the man.
His gleaming figure appeared suddenly next to her as smoke began to creep into the room from under the door. Michelle recognized the "sparkling man" as her grandfather, who died a couple of years ago. According to the girl, the man grabbed her in his arms and quickly pushed her out the broken window …"
Probably, there is no person on Earth who would not see vivid dreams from time to time, about which we say that they are "like in reality." That night, Henry Sims had an unusually vivid dream. He saw before him the face of his nephew Paul, who had died a long time ago.
Together with his younger sister, Paul died tragically in a fire that engulfed their home in 1932. In Henry Sims's dream, the long-dead nephew was screaming desperately, obviously trying to wake Sims up: "Uncle Henry!.. Uncle Henry … Uncle Henry !."
Sims instantly woke up and immediately smelled smoke in the room. However, it was not even this that surprised him - next to the bed stood the figure of his nephew, who had just woken him up in his sleep. A second later, the vision disappeared, and Henry Sims was already shouting to his wife, daughter and grandchildren to run out of the house as quickly as possible. Thanks to his screams, family members managed to leave the burning house, so that none of them was hurt.
The local fire inspector, Lieutenant Frederic Loy, stated that all egos looked like some kind of unthinkable miracle. If Sims had woken up even a minute later, everything could have ended tragically.
According to Henry Sims, the Lord himself sent him to help him the soul of his dead nephew, who at that moment was his guardian angel.
“The Almighty was not yet ready to accept me,” Sims came to this conclusion, “so he sent baby Paul to me to warn about the danger, and we all managed to jump out of the burning house …
There are many examples when the spirits of the dead, or maybe those who take their form, come to the rescue of living people.
In 1964, a worker in an English engineering plant narrowly escaped death when awkwardly touched and set in motion a large sheet of iron, secured above his head. This happened in front of many witnesses to the incident. A huge and very heavy sheet of iron, disturbed by the awkward movement of the worker, immediately fell down.
According to the worker himself, as well as according to the witnesses of what was happening, at the same moment a tall black figure of a man appeared next to the worker. This big man who had come out of nowhere with force pushed the worker aside from the place on which in the next moment a huge iron sheet fell.
The rescued person did not have time to recognize the man who became his guardian angel and immediately melted into the air, as soon as the worker flew away from his powerful push to the side. However, older workers who saw what was happening assured each and every one that they had managed to recognize the mysterious savior.
According to them, it was a factory worker who died several years ago in exactly the same accident. The ghost appeared this time to save another person from a similar fate …
Now let's listen to the story of a Muscovite electronic engineer Andrei Shch. About his miraculous rescue from an underwater trap:
- I am a materialist in the strictest sense of the word, I am deeply antipathetic to people who claim to have some kind of paranormal abilities or communication with the "higher mind." You can believe me: my story is evidence of a sober and not inclined to compose fables.
I have always been fond of water travel. In the summer of 1994, on the Cheremosh River in the Carpathians, on one of the rapids, my kayak overturned. Sucked me under the stones. The undercurrent did not give me the opportunity to get to the surface. The stones were large, smoothly rolled by water, and I could not cling to them. I did not panic, I fought to the last, but I realized that just a little bit more, and water would pour into my lungs.
And suddenly I saw that some white creature was moving to my left. If I believed in fairy tales, I would say it was a mermaid. More precisely, "mermaid". I have no doubt that the creature belongs to the male genus for a minute, although I did not see any anatomical confirmation for such confidence.
He was all the same color - white, but not bright white, but with a grayish tint, smooth, without traces of vegetation and fins. The face was the same. Facial features were not visible. It could only be seen as blurred bulges and dents.
Grasping my chest with his hands, the "mermaid" literally pulled me out from under the stone. Then, intercepting my left arm in the shoulder joint, he rushed upward with me at such a speed that it seemed to me - around my body, like around a propeller, water boiled.
I flew to the surface, as if thrown by a catapult, at the very moment when I could no longer hold my breath.
My comrades immediately grabbed me and towed me to the shore. I was saved. That, in fact, is all. None of the participants in that campaign noticed my savior. Everyone thought that I myself had managed to get out of the underwater trap. But I know for sure that it is not so.