An envious aunt who jinxed her niece. A demon that has moved in, interfering with a normal life. Will the rite of exorcism help free yourself from the induced curse?
Who would have thought that a cheerful, healthy and energetic teenage girl like me would suddenly get sick? And he will get sick suddenly and unexpectedly for everyone. And, first of all, unexpectedly for myself and my parents. Oh, how wonderful life seemed to me before the illness! I vividly remember the last day I felt truly happy.
It was in the spring. I recently turned fifteen and our class has just returned from a hike. I got off the bus on my street, looked around and froze with delight: lilacs were blooming around. And there were so many of it that the street seemed pink and lilac. Birds chirped loudly, the sun was shining brightly, and there was so much light that I wanted to sing and dance - from the joy and unrestrained happiness that overwhelmed me. And when I got home, my happiness suddenly ended. Forever and ever. Believe it or not, everything that I will tell you about happened to me in reality.
There were guests at home. Rather, a guest. And uninvited and unwanted, although my own aunt. Mom usually avoided her, tried to communicate less, because she openly disliked her younger sister, called her "black" Valya - because of her dark, unkind eyes. One day I accidentally overheard my mother complaining to her father about her younger sister:
- And where did such an envious, greedy and spiteful woman come from in our family ?!
- Yes, I also noticed: she is always unhappy with everything.
- Considers himself unfairly offended. Although she is to blame for all her troubles. My husband was washed down so that one day he could not resist and threw her in his hearts: “Better to hang himself than live with you!”. So she brought the rope, threw it under his feet and said: "Hang yourself!" And she left, slamming the door. And he took it and hanged himself. Unhappy. But he was a good man. Kind, trouble-free. Only his sister was completely worn out.
Mom sighed bitterly and continued her sad story:
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- And Valentina was not lucky with children. The son is a drug addict. The daughter gave birth in girls. So her mother, together with her child, put her out on the street. And the girl disappeared, drank herself completely. Oh, woe, woe …
At that time I did not attach much importance to my mother's complaints and tried to forget the overheard conversation. Because I had no time for my aunt and her intrigues. There were always a crowd of friends around me with whom I had fun. And there were many favorite interesting things: music school, English classes, choreography and my books.
I have always loved reading and spent a lot of time reading. She studied well and pleased her parents with success in school. And they spoiled, of course, their only daughter, they did not refuse me anything. I've always had the best toys and expensive clothes. I must say that our family is more than wealthy. Mother's ancestors were well-known merchants in our area, and very rich.
My mother said that her grandfather's huge house was furnished with expensive and beautiful furniture and even the door handles were made of pure gold. My mother probably inherited a commercial streak, only she was not engaged in trade, but was in charge of a large wholesale warehouse. At work, she met my future father.
He came from a simple family, worked as a chauffeur, but was known as a wonderful person - kind, responsible and responsive. I often stayed late after work: I helped those who asked to transport furniture or building materials. And he always refused money. This is how we lived: happily, cheerfully and amicably. But only until a malicious aunt came to visit us one day …
- Hello, - I mumbled, seeing Aunt Valya in the kitchen.
- Hello, hello, - she croaked in a hoarse voice, - look what a bride has grown! Beautiful, healthy, okay, not like my undernourished. My aunt with difficulty tore her massive ass off the chair and walked around me, drilling with a black evil eye.
- And why, Varvara, are you so lucky in life? And your house is a full cup, and your husband is faithful and hard-working, and your daughter is a beauty and a smart girl! And here I am, although I am younger than you, but I have no health at all, and happiness bypasses. Why are you better than me? Tell me!
- Well, that's enough, that's enough, - my mother worried, - let's better have some tea. And you go, daughter, to your room, - my mother turned to me and hastily pushed me to the door.
I headlong left the kitchen, went into my room, sat down on the sofa and suddenly realized that the feeling of joy had irrevocably left me. And I felt completely unwell, physically too - I got stuck in my throat, had a headache, and I hurried to bed.
The next morning I woke up completely sick and broken. The worried parents called the doctor, who prescribed medication, said that I obviously caught a cold while hiking. Perhaps it was, but only with this "strange cold" I spent about a month in bed. Although before, even in early childhood, she did not get sick at all, she always grew up strong, hardy, and, most importantly, a very cheerful girl.
After the illness, I became a completely different person - withdrawn, touchy and very tearful. Almost not for me - immediately into tears, at the slightest trifle, she would break into violent tantrums.
“How they changed my Vera! - my mother lamented, - she was so sociable, cheerful. And now beech beech. All alone sits, does not communicate with anyone, but only reads her books, and then everything cries, cries … Not otherwise as an envious sister has brought damage to my child! Jinxed, cursed! Now I will not let her into the doorway!"
And in fact, now I was no longer interested in either friends, or entertainment, or favorite activities in the recent past. More and more often I was overcome by blues and unreasonable melancholy. I spent time alone and exhausting thoughts. But, fortunately, my condition did not affect my studies, and I graduated with honors from both music and general education schools, and then entered the Moscow university at the philological faculty.
I started a completely different life: new acquaintances, friends, a completely different environment. I cheered up, cheered up and almost forgot about my melancholy and sadness. But, when I was completing the first course, a terrible incident happened, which finally and irrevocably changed my life.
My dorm roommate and close friend were having a whirlwind romance. She literally flew on the wings of happiness, and then - a banal story: the guy cheated on her with another. And my poor Alina threw herself out of the window from grief and crashed to death.
The death of a friend was such a shock that I had to be urgently hospitalized in one of the psychiatric clinics, where I stayed for several months.
After the treatment, my parents took me home, and I never returned to my university. I came to my senses for a long time, but now I was constantly tormented by stupefying and terrible depression. I didn't want to do anything, I didn't want to live. Finally, with tears, my mother persuaded me to go with her to church. And then I myself often went there.
In the temple I felt better, calmer, and I believed that someday God would heal me. Once on a pilgrimage tour, I lingered in a small chapel, praying at the icon of a famous saint. Suddenly I felt that something was wrong: someone was torn out inside me, twisted my body, made me twist my hands randomly and throw my head back. My mouth opened by itself, and I began to scream in a nasal voice, similar to the voice of my aunt.
- The God! - I shouted heart-rendingly in an empty chapel and wriggled as in a fit of epilepsy.
- God be with you, dear! - the old woman, whom I did not notice in the darkness of the church, uttered in fright.
She hurriedly ran to the vat of holy water and sprinkled a handful of this water in my face, and then grabbed me under my arms and led me out into the street.
- Only a demon is sitting in you, my dear! - the nun spoke, - don't you feel it yourself? We must expel him! Immediately!
And the compassionate old woman named the address of the monastery where they would help me. I prepared for this trip for a long time and carefully: I prayed fervently, fasted, read spiritual literature and believed that they would finally help me get rid of something terrible and vile that lives inside and makes me sick, unmanageable and unhappy.
I will not describe in detail the process of exile itself, it is unpleasant and scary for me to remember this rite. I will only say that during the prayer of the priest, I felt bad, some kind of black mucus came out of my mouth, and black smoke poured out. And then relief came. A lump of dirt and soot that fell out freed my body, and it became almost weightless and free.
Immediately there was an almost forgotten feeling of energy overwhelming you, cheerfulness and an upsurge of strength. Now I have completely recovered, got rid of oppressive melancholy, persistent fatigue and depression. I want to live, create, enjoy life again. And that inspires me. After all, for more than thirty years I have been in the darkness of sadness, hopelessness, despondency and black melancholy.
Due to mental illness, I did not arrange my personal life, did not make a career and did not give birth to children. She remained forever an old maid - the bride of Christ. But I am glad that I finally escaped from the prison, which was my own corporeal shell for me, got rid of the cruel and vile overseer who sat inside me and guided me and my life.
Recently I found a job that I like - serving in the church. I travel to holy places, I still read a lot, but mainly church and spiritual literature. In general, now I am quite happy, and, most importantly, I am healthy!
As for what happened to me, I can say the following. Nothing can compromise the integrity of a healthy apple. The moth penetrates the fruit only in the place where its shell is damaged - from a blow, hail or defect. So it is with a person - if his energetic structure is integral, no astral essence will stick to him and will not settle down.
Only now, unfortunately, often a person himself destroys his aura - with bad habits, wrong actions, a neglect of his health. And thereby gives the opportunity for astral entities to master themselves. Probably, there was some flaw in me then. And his envious aunt quickly found him. And then she inflicted a hole in my not yet formed structure with her evil eye. But where it is thin, there it breaks.
So I found myself in the grip of a dark force for many years. Now I have gone far from the image and role of the spoiled girl that I once was. I try to do good deeds and deeds, I help those who need help. I even made friends with my cousin - the daughter of "black aunt Vali".
Nadezhda is not at all like her mother, she is as kind and responsive as her father. I learned from my sister that my aunt herself was seriously ill. Strange, but the illness twisted her tightly just when they performed the rite of exile over me. Now the aunt is suffering and screaming from terrible pains, apparently, her end is near. Not so long ago my parents also left me. Mom often dreamed of me at night, she was trying to cover me with something, hide, protect me from someone.
And once she appeared in reality. I am a terrible sleepyhead, always late somewhere. And here I had an important meeting, and I started the alarm. I woke up from the fact that a draft was walking around the room, so strong that the papers from the writing table fell to the floor and rustled so loudly that I woke up completely. She jumped up, walked around all the rooms: the vents were tightly closed everywhere, the draft simply had nowhere to come from. She looked at the clock, and then the alarm clock rang.
I realized that it was my mother who was worried, she didn’t want me to be late for an important meeting for me. Then I smiled and said loudly: “Don't be afraid for me, mom! Now everything will be all right with me! The draft subsided instantly, the papers did not rustle anymore. Since then, my mother has not appeared either in a dream or in reality. She believed, apparently, that everything is really good with me. And I believe that I was miraculously healed. Forever and ever. And this is truly a miracle! And miracles happen where people believe in them. And the more they believe, the more often they happen.