I am a pediatrician by profession and currently, despite my advanced age (77 years), I work at a school. I thought for a long time whether to write or not, but finally decided. The point is that I see things that people usually do not see.
This happened for the first time about 17 years ago. I saw a halo around the head of my friend. Such halos are painted on icons: it was dark yellow with a diameter of about four centimeters.
The second incident happened when I was lying on the beach and looking at the sea. Suddenly a veil with clear boundaries appeared in front of me. These were rays of silvery color, going into the sand. Nothing was visible through them. I looked around. On the right and left - the usual picture of the beach: the sea, people sunbathing and bathing. And in front of me was a continuous shining shroud. Amazingly beautiful picture!
Once again, I watched the energy when I turned off the refrigerator - it looked like two glowing rods flowing into a socket from a pulled plug.
On August 31, 1994, my husband died. On the eve of his death, leaving the dacha, he said that on Saturday we would dig potatoes. He died suddenly. The funeral took place on Thursday, and on Saturday I went to the dacha with the children. It was a sunny warm day.
The children dug up potatoes and went swimming. I was left in the garden alone: I chose potatoes and poured them into bags. Suddenly I was seized by strong excitement, trembling appeared all over my body. Not understanding what was happening, I straightened up.
In an absolutely cloudless sky, I saw a gray shroud in the shape of a cone, the base extending beyond the roofs of houses. With all my body I felt my husband's presence. It is difficult to explain in words, but it seemed that he was dissolved in the air. All over my body I felt injections (similar to electrical ones). Then I felt that something warm, soft was covering my shoulders. Then my heart ached sharply. It seemed as if a metal pin was being pushed into it from top to bottom.
And then I saw my husband. He stood at the edge of the garden in sports navy trousers and a white T-shirt, his palms resting on the handle of a shovel, his head lowered. It was impossible to see his face. In a moment, everything disappeared. Maybe in order to materialize, my husband needed to go through my heart?
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Suddenly I really wanted to drink vodka. At the same time, I do not drink alcohol at all. I suppressed this desire. After a while, it appeared again. With a feeling of some kind of annoyance, I went home. The room was twilight. A color picture appeared before my eyes: a river bank, a picnic, in the foreground a husband with a glass of vodka in his hands (he, unlike me, loved to drink). And again I wanted vodka. I was scared: maybe this is how they become alcoholics? I said out loud that I would not drink. The desire was gone.
A year later, in early September, I took a vacation and went to the dacha. One morning I stood in front of a photograph of my late husband and cried bitterly.
Suddenly I felt (as I had already once) his presence, pricks of energy. True, their strength was less than a year ago. With my peripheral vision to my right, I saw a steel-colored cloud moving in my direction. This cloud was somewhat reminiscent of thick female hair. Two "hairs" have separated from the total mass.
I felt a touch on my right shoulder. Immediately she became quiet and stopped crying. The chest felt free and light. I realized that I was behaving wrong. There was no need to constantly sob and run to the cemetery. As soon as I realized this, the cloud disappeared.
In August 2008, looking at my belly, I saw a black "ribbon" in it. She looked like a huge leech. Fear gripped me. A month and a half later I was admitted to the hospital with a severe attack of angina pectoris in a pre-infarction state.
Analyzing everything that happened to me after the death of my husband, I came to the conclusion that after the death of a person's physical body, a thinking self-organizing clot of vital energy remains on earth. What happens to him then - I don't know.
And yet, just don't laugh, I am tormented by the question: did I do the right thing to give up vodka? Maybe this was the last wish of her husband?
Evelina Borisovna CHAUSOVA, Voronezh
