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Every year in the summer I go to the village to my grandmother. Unlike most villages, our village is advanced. Almost everyone has a transport there (a car or a motorcycle), and there are almost no old houses left there. Mostly “cottages” (as the locals call them, but in general they are brick semi-detached houses with an attic and an underground floor (it’s hard to call it a cellar), almost every house had plastic windows, and gas was the same in every house. Here, it is in this My grandparents live in this house, and it was in this house that the strangest events began to take place.

By the way, I come there with my cousins, I'm not the only one who feels all this. Every day, adorable friends whom we saw once a year, a river and grandmother's goodies. In the evening we went to the bathhouse, and then went to bed. For the first week, all four of us slept on the same sofa (me, grandmother, 2 sisters), this is in a three-room apartment (in one of which grandfather slept). Well, I, a fool, decided to try how it is, when the legs are on a chair, and the head is near the wall, and someone constantly puts their legs on you. After the first such night, when my legs almost hung on the floor, I decided to beg for a separate room, but I managed to beg only for a separate bed in the same room. Well, on the very first night, a little lump came to me. I thought that the cat had come, but no - the cat was kicked out for a walk. Yes, and the feeling was that he jumped from the next sofa, and our cat is not capable of this. This lump quietly sat next to me, and went somewhere ...
The next day, I was already waiting for the moment when he would come again (why did I decide that? I don’t understand myself), but this time his arrival was less pleasant for me, he began to tickle my heels, as if with needles. And the whole week went by like that. I began to think that I was going crazy, I decided to leave for the city for 10 days, to calm down and think about everything. I can tell you that nothing like this happened in the city, which is why I decided to go back, preferring to think that I dreamed everything.

When I arrived in the village, my cousin Nastya told me that some strange things began to happen with my departure, that some little man came to her at night, who either tickled her heels or ran his fingers over her. limbs (because she was under the covers, there was less fear than me, in my sleep I throw off the blanket). Then someone seemed to be climbing the walls, and finally, our younger sister, her own, my cousin, began to scream in her sleep: “Don't come near me!!! Dont touch me!!!" When asked what she dreamed about, she said that she did not remember.

We decided to go to the great-grandmother of my sisters (God rest her kingdom), she advised us to pick thistles and another herb (I don’t remember the name), and even if the grass dries up and starts to fall off, in no case do not remove it from the room. After listening to the advice, we did just that. And after a while, all the oddities of the night slowly began to leave our lives. In the meantime, the grass began to wither and the flowers and leaves fell from the stem. When the stalk of this grass became "naked", strange sounds and the arrival of this lump stopped. But as it turned out, in my life these oddities were only an acquaintance with the other world ...

Most recently, I wrote a story on the site and clarified that this is the only mysterious story that happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases surfaced in my memory that happened, if not with me, then with people next to me, who, of course, can be completely distrusted. But if you do not believe everyone who is close to you, then you can not trust yourself.

Today I want to tell not about my own experience, but about a story told to me by close comrades, who could well be called a friend, if we communicate at least a little more often and we have more common interests. By the way, he Virgo, zodiac sign he has one like that. I want to tell you completely, the characteristics are the same, just to the point of being strange. So I could exaggerate something a little, but I certainly didn’t lie. During one of the gatherings, he said that his grandmother turned out to be a "witch", like her great-great-grandmother - according to the classics of the genre, the "gift" was passed down through the generation. True, by the time of the grandmother’s life, it was not worth “boasting” for a gift - and therefore it was considered more like a curse, and not something good. Be that as it may, some of the abilities were transferred to the sister of my comrade. Which diligently denied them and did not want to have anything to do with them. Apparently, such are her childhood impressions.

But let's finally get to the story. One day my sister fell ill with a serious skin disease. What exactly no one could understand from her - they called it both allergies and eczema, prescribed tons of medicines (fortunately, then there was no commercial medicine and doctors actually treated, and did not try to increase the number of visits to them), but nothing helped . For a “marriageable girl”, the skin condition was critical and the disease brought terrible suffering, not only physical, but also psychological.

This went on for several months, until one day the girl had a dream. She had this dream in the town where her grandmother lived (the grandfather had died by that time). In the dream, the girl left her house and went to her grandmother's house. And then, halfway in front of her, a hole began to appear on the road.

It looked very surreal - the thought immediately came to mind that it was not just a "pit", but a "hole into another world." Moreover, it was clearly not a “gate”, but a strange and not particularly beautiful “hole”. Before the girl had time to start to get scared, her dead grandfather crawled out of the "pit". His whole appearance spoke of the fact that where he got out from, he was not particularly well. He was all tired and worn out. He got out and immediately spoke:

- What, granddaughter, are you going to your grandmother?

Yes, to grandma.

- This is good. She didn't have long left. Soon to us, here to her.

They were silent for a while, then the grandfather looked intently at his granddaughter.

- You're sick, I'm looking?

- Yes, I'm sick.

- Nothing helps?

- No. Several months already...

- And it won't help. Listen to me. You will come to your grandmother now, go to the garden. There are wild onions growing behind the toilet. Narvi it, crush it and smear it with juice. Then everything will pass. Otherwise, it doesn't matter.

Having said this, he again climbed into the hole and it gradually closed.

There was both good and bad in this meeting in a dream. The juice of wild onions from the back of the garden really helped the girl - everything went away in two weeks. But my grandmother died two weeks later. And judging by the look and words of my grandfather, she didn’t get exactly where we would like our dead loved ones to go.

REMOVE THE DEAD BABY!

Clinicians are inherently atheists. Most of them absolutely believe that the treatment they will prescribe will help. But there are times when the treatment does not help, and suddenly a real miracle happens, and the patient recovers in an unthinkable way, not yielding to any intelligible explanations.

And there are quite mystical cases that are remembered for a lifetime.

When I remember this episode in my life, I still get goosebumps. Therefore, impressionable natures do not recommend reading.

As a student, I was in practice in a maternity hospital. We were taken to the neonatal intensive care unit. An hour before our arrival, a newborn baby died there.
When a person dies in the hospital, it is supposed to keep him in the department for 2 hours, ascertain biological death, and only then take him to the pathological and anatomical department.

As a rule, after 2 hours the body becomes stiff. We approach the child after the allotted time together with the nurse. She examines him, is very frightened of something and begins to call the doctors. We cannot understand anything. Then she says: “The whole child is stiff, but the neck and head are not!”. And this means that the child, as it were, "looks around, who else to take with him."

As soon as she said this, another newborn child “gives cardiac arrest” nearby in the intensive care unit. All the crowd run to him, begin to reanimate. A 26 week old baby lay next to me in the incubator. Everything was relatively normal with him, he developed well outside the mother's body, and there was every chance for his further discharge in a healthy state. He also stops!

2 teams of doctors are working hard to save their lives!
And that nurse screams: “Urgently take the dead baby out of the department, call the workers, let them hammer nails into every corner of the intensive care ward!”

I tell you, doctors until the last believe in their treatment, but then, what the hell is not joking, they found a worker and he hammered a nail into every corner.

And, after a while, the condition of these two babies improved, and they successfully recovered.

We, the students, experienced a terrible shock! And that nurse said that in her practice this happened several times. Sometimes even these measures did not help, and the dead child "still took someone away."

SPOT OF COFFEE

This story was told to me by an aunt who was told to her by her friend. There lived a boy and a girl, they loved each other very much.

The guy was recalled to the army. And while he was in the service, his girlfriend died.

He came home, and his parents, so as not to injure him, did not tell him anything.

One day he was walking down the street and suddenly met her. They went to a cafe and ordered coffee, but Katya - that was the name of his girlfriend - spilled coffee on her snow-white skirt.

When they approached her house, he said: Let me take you! She answered with a categorical refusal. The next day he comes to her house and says: Call Katya.

Her parents sighed heavily and said that she had already died a long time ago. He said in surprise: How? We were with her yesterday in a cafe!

The parents made sure to dig up the grave. And when the coffin was opened, there was a stain of coffee on her snow-white skirt.

VERY TIGHT TIE

I want to tell you a strange story that happened "recently" to me, and after which I still can not come to my senses. It happened in the summer, when I, my friend, her brother and another young man went after the session to rest at one of the local recreation centers.
We rented a small house for four by the lake. I was very happy, because at that time I was very much in love with Leva, the guy who went with us.
And then one night, the following happened. There were two rooms in the house: in one, my friend and I slept, and in the other, my friend's brother and this very Lyova. I've never been a sleepwalker before, but what happened to me I don't even know what to call it. I’m sleeping and suddenly I wake up with the thought that Lyova’s tie is tied too tightly (although he didn’t wear a tie). And for some reason, he himself cannot untie it, and I think that if I don’t do this, Lyova will suffocate.
Something else was even more surprising: I seemed to wake up, but I see the whole room in blue light - a sleeping friend, all our things, furniture. I get out of bed and slowly walk into another room. I go in and look: my friend's brother and Lyova are sleeping, and everything is still seen in a blue light. There is complete silence. Leva, indeed, has a tie around his neck, tightened tightly, and his face is distorted. I sit on his bed and begin to untie my tie.
Suddenly, the unbelievable happens: it’s like they hit me on the head with a butt. I hear Levin's frightened cry, another exclamation, and suddenly the blue light disappears, and the world becomes normal. I'm sitting on Lyova's bed, and he looks at me with frightened eyes and shouts:
- Are you completely out of your mind?
I speak:
I wanted to take off my tie. Then I look: of course, there is no tie. And friends have real horror in their eyes. In the end, they just called me a sleepwalker and a lunatic and sent me to my place. After that, I was ashamed to look Leva in the eyes. I did not expect this at all from myself, I tried to figure out what had happened for a long time.
Then everything was somehow forgotten, but two and a half months later, a witness of this case called me and my girlfriend and said that recently Leva had a fight with someone. He was alone, and there were four of them. The fight was serious, and they tried to strangle Lyova with a chain, wrapping it around his neck. Fortunately, at that moment more people arrived and separated the fighters. Levka was saved. A couple of days later, he called me himself and asked if I then untied the tie around his neck. I said that almost, but not completely, since he interfered with me. Now for some reason Leva is very grateful to me for this.

WINTER, EVENING, DECIDED TO GUESS ...

As a child, I was somehow left at home ... winter, evening ... well, it pulled me to tell fortunes. She lit candles, set another mirror opposite the mirror to make a corridor, and stared into it. Like my betrothed should come from there. yeah. Of course, he came to me 300 times ... I stared there for about 5 minutes and I see a dark figure appear from afar ... tall, black and scary. not a damn thing looks like a betrothed ... I was scared, but I myself can’t tear myself away from the mirror. The figure begins to quickly move from one wall of the corridor to another. but I remember that if something like this happens, you need to say “keep me away,” and cover the mirror with a thick cloth. I stand in a stupor ... there is no fabric. and THIS is getting closer and closer ... as a result, something pushed me. and the cat entered the room. The cat immediately arched over, hissing, all I could think of was throwing back the mirror I was holding and grabbing a pillow to throw into another mirror. the last thing I saw, before throwing the pillow, was how the mirrored corridor remained in the mirror... and the face approaching me... not even a face, but in general something incomprehensible and distorted. threw a pillow, jumped out of the room)) it was very scary ...
as a result, when I dared to enter the room, there was a crack on the mirror...

DID DEATH COME

It was at the cottage. there in our house a lot of all sorts of wickedness wanders, so this is not particularly surprising, but scary. Mom once went alone to the country. I decided to go to bed in a small room, in the only one where there are icons. Woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt. Look, the door to the room opens. and on the threshold a woman stands. tall. in a white dress .. and all flickers ... as if she herself were woven from fabric. Mom, in shock and wild horror, sat up on the bed. can't say anything. Just a terrible horror seized everything. Do not scream, do not move in any way. And the woman at her looks and hand stretches out to her. And mom feels that something is calling her and washes away right, stretch out her hand to her. I don’t know how long she sat like that, she didn’t give a hand. A the woman is standing and in my mother’s head, a female voice “It’s true. It's still early for you. I'll come back". And that's it. let go. no aunt in white. and the door is closed. only mom sits on the bed, and her heart is pounding wildly.

And it was after my grandfather died. Mom's dad. I was still in school then. I came home after school, lay down to take a nap for an hour in my room. and in the next room the grandfather lay sick. And I wake up also from a push. I look, a woman in white enters the room. And next to her is a man in black robes. They entered and stood. I freaked out. I feel like I can't move at all. I look at them, and I can't say anything. very scary. And then a man holds out his hands to me. I lie down, I don't move. The woman is looking at me. And shakes his head, and points to the next room. One second and they're gone. I jump out of bed in horror. And then my mother comes into the room and says that my grandfather has just died ... Terribly ....

And a friend told me that a woman in white came to his father in the hospital and called with her. He refused .. he was very ill ... To which she told him. “Okay, I’ll be back in three days.” My father managed to tell my friend about this, about my aunt. And he died exactly three days later.

SLIPPERS FOR THE DEAD

In one Ukrainian village, such a case is told. The woman dreamed: her recently deceased daughter comes to her and asks: “Mom, pass me the slippers, I have to walk a lot here, and my shoes are uncomfortable, with heels ...”. The mother did not see her daughter herself, she only heard her voice, and read the address on the envelope where the package should have been delivered. For some reason, she remembered this address well.

Waking up, the woman could not find a place for herself. I told my godfather about everything, and she advised me to buy slippers and take them. The mother of the deceased went to buy slippers, but they were not sold anywhere - the times were still “stagnant”. And then one friend accidentally turned up that somewhere she bought brand new slippers for herself and never had time to put them on. She took pity on the girl's mother and sold them to her. Moreover, the deceased wore just this size.

I had to go to Kyiv. Somehow, the woman knew in advance which bus to take, as if someone was whispering in her ear. I asked the passengers where to get off, found the indicated street, house, apartment ... Entrance door turned out to be open, in the middle of the room stood a coffin, in it was a beautiful young dead man. The guest began to cry, then went up to the mother of the deceased, told her her dream and asked permission to put the bought slippers in the coffin. “We did not become our own in this world, but in that our children became related,” she said, saying goodbye.

All these stories testify that the other world exists according to some laws of its own, unknown to us, and its inhabitants are able to penetrate our reality in order to declare their needs ...

Believe it or not, but it really happened, and the story happened to me! This story happened in the summer, when I was only about 11 years old! It all started with the fact that I died Grandfather and grandmother left to live alone in the hut! The children had already grown up, grandchildren appeared, but after the death of her husband, she was scared to be alone in the house! Mom decided to leave me to live with my grandmother for a while! Since I was a restless child. so that I don’t show anywhere! As I remember in the evening my grandmother washed me in the bath, and we went to bed, my grandmother lay down with me, I slept near the wall. At night I woke up because my grandmother was snoring, trying to get out from under the covers, and already sitting on the bed to push granny, because of her terrible snoring, but, I turned my attention to the kitchen, which was in the next room, and seeing there that some old woman climbed out of the open cellar, and stubbornly looks at me! As I remember, she was dressed: a white scarf, some kind of dress, an apron! Looks like a real person! Without attaching any importance, I went to bed again !!!

Many years passed after that! Grandmother moved to live with us! Once we looked at family photos, and I recognized this old woman in the pictures, who climbed out of the underground, in my distant vision as a child! I was just horrified! I told my grandmother this story! And she confirmed it by the fact that during the war, there was a house in that place, and my grandfather lived in it! Everyone went to war, but he remained, since he himself was still small, in order to fight, he stayed with his mother and his sister! One of the winters, his mother died, because of Typhoid, there was no money for a coffin, and he pulled out the boards from the kitchen floor, knocked together a coffin for her, and took her on a sleigh to the forest, burying her!

I still remember this appearance of an old woman, so there are still all sorts of creatures in the world that cause fear in us !!!

Neighbor Shura returned from the hospital, spent two weeks with an exacerbated stomach ulcer in the gastroenterology of the regional hospital. We met with her on a fine autumn day at the entrance, sat down on a bench, talked about health, about diet. Shura does not like dairy products, but not against meat, lard and canned vegetables. But now you can only think about it, and even better, forget forever. Shura's gastronomic tastes are in conflict with the stomach, it's better to move on to a compromise: mashed stomach vegetable soups, Shure-no pain and comfort.

We talked a little more about medical successes in the treatment of ulcers, and then Shura told me a story that a skeptic might question. But I myself am a skeptic, I take little on faith, Shura, however, I know for many years that she does not have a penchant for fiction.

Lying with her in the ward, a high school student Yulia with a youthful ulcer. Benevolent, sympathetic, will give, bring without hesitation, no matter who asks. On the eve of the brother-in-law's discharge, Yulia took to photograph the mates, the patients did not want to pose, not a place for photo shoots, but reluctantly agreed, good girl I didn't want to offend, let him play.

To begin with, Julia sat Shura on the bed, pointed the camera lens, clicked. She began to look at the image, when suddenly her face tensed up, well, Shura thinks, she was not photogenic, she must have turned out ugly. But Yulia continues to peer, and then an interested Shura got up to look. In the background, where the blue-painted wall should have been, there was a fuzzy, blurry, but nevertheless legible image of an outsider's face, female, middle-aged. Shura turned out as it is. Already apprehensively agreed to one more frame - again the same blurry face and she is in the foreground. They persuaded the neighbor to act, she protested at first, with difficulty, but agreed. The frame came out without errors, a clean wall in the background, as it should be. In excitement, Yulia went to click on everyone lying in the ward until a nurse entered. “For memory, are you taking pictures?” she asked, setting up a dropper. “Look, Nina Ivanovna, what happened on this frame,” Yulia approached her. The nurse peered and did not answer, only began to somehow more carefully consider the installation, and then quickly left.

Shura received a medical extract from Nina Ivanovna on the same day. Observant, she immediately drew attention to the reaction of the nurse in the ward: for some reason, she did not want to keep talking about photography.

“Nina Ivanovna, so what do you think about this strange distortion in the picture? Please tell me, I noticed your unwillingness to talk about this topic with us, the sick, and now I have been discharged, I am no longer your patient. »

“Before your admission, an old woman died on this bed, and I recognized her,” the nurse reluctantly answered, “but maybe I was mistaken,” she continued, seeing Shura’s long face and apparently regretting what she said.

There is no death - life is also in full swing in the next world. This is evidenced by numerous messages from the afterlife - the voices of the dead are received on the radio, on computers and even on mobile phones. It's hard to believe this, but it's a fact. The author of these lines was also rather a skeptic - until he witnessed such contact with the afterlife in St. Petersburg.

We wrote about this in three June issues of the newspaper "Life" this year 2009. And there were calls from all over the country, responses on the Internet. Readers argue, doubt, wonder, thank - the topic of contacts with the afterlife touched everyone to the quick. Many ask for the address of scientists who are engaged in similar experiments. Therefore, we returned to this topic. Here is the website address of the Russian Association for Instrumental Transcommunication (RAITK), a public organization that researches the phenomenon of electronic voices: http://www.rait.airclima.ru/association.htm

Through this site, you can contact the head of RAITK, Candidate of Physical and Mathematical Sciences Artem Mikheev and his colleagues. But I want to warn everyone - research is still at the experimental stage. Keep in mind that RAITK is not an occult services firm, its members are engaged in science.

And one more important tip. Do not rush to try to make contact with another world on your own, using modern technologies, this is still the lot of a few scientists. Believe me, the load on the psyche unprepared for such contacts is very high! Maybe it’s enough for you to go to church, light a candle and pray for the repose of friends and relatives who have gone to another world? Take comfort in the fact that the soul is immortal. And separation from people dear to you who have gone to another world is only temporary.

Revelations

The first targeted contact - that is, a connection with a specific person who had gone to another world - was a radio bridge established by the Svitnev family of St. Petersburg.

Their son Dmitry was killed in a car accident, but the parents found a way to hear their dear voice again. Candidate technical sciences Vadim Svitnev and his colleagues from RAITK, using specially designed devices and a computer, established a connection with another world. And it was Mitya who answered the questions of his father and mother! The son buried by them answered from the next world: “We are all alive with the Lord!”

This amazing bilateral contact has been going on for more than a year. Parents record all conversations electronically - more than three thousand files-answers to their questions. The information that comes from the next world is amazing - a lot goes against our traditional ideas about the afterlife.

At the request of the readers of Zhizn, I asked questions of interest to Natasha and Vadim Svitnev, Mitya's parents. Here are their answers.

- By what phrases, facts, intonations do you identify your interlocutor from the Other World?

Answer: Don't you recognize your child's voice from billions of others? In any voice there are intonations, shades peculiar only to him. Our Mitya has a characteristic, recognizable voice - very soft, penetrating to the very heart. When we showed the recordings with Mitin's voice to his friends, they asked when they were produced, being absolutely sure that this was done even before the tragic event that interrupted Mitin's life. We communicate with very a large number people from that side. In conversations, they introduce themselves to us by their first names. Among Mitya's friends there are Fedor, Sergey, Stas, Sasha, Andrey was once mentioned. And friends from the other side sometimes call Mitya himself by his “nickname” on the Internet, which he chose for himself a long time ago - MNTR, a mirror image of the name Mitya. Welcomed to the contact Vadim and his colleagues. For example, one of Vadim’s leaders who went over to the “other side” got in touch with a congratulation: “Vadyusha, I congratulate you on Fleet Day!” And to the question: “Who am I talking to?” followed by the answer: "Yes, I am Gruzdev." Moreover, apart from this person, no one has ever called Vadim “Vadyusha”. And Natasha is sometimes addressed by her maiden name Titlyanova, jokingly calling her Titlyashkina, Titlyandiya.

- How does a person feel in the Other World - in the first seconds, days, weeks, months?

Answer: As we are told on the contacts, there is no interruption from that side. The abyss exists only on our side. The transition is completely painless.

What does it look like from there on Earth?

Answer: From the other world, this question is answered like this: “Your life is a huge anthill. You are constantly hurting yourself. On Earth, you are in a dream."

– Is it possible to predict some events from the Other World?

Answer: Events removed in time from the present moment, from the other world are seen less clearly than nearby ones. There were many predictive or pre-emptive messages, such as a warning about a gang attack on a neighbor's boy three months before the actual incident.

– What human needs are preserved in the Other World? For example, physiological - breathe, eat, drink, sleep?

Answer: As for needs, it's very simple: “I am fully alive. Mitya is the former. “We have a busy time, we hardly slept for three months.”

Once Mitya said in a communication session: “Now, mom, listen carefully,” and I heard him sigh. He breathed carefully loudly so that I could hear his breathing. These were real, ordinary sighs of a living person. They tell us that they have no time to eat - a lot of work.

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How close are family contacts?

Answer: Mitya often tells me about my mother - her grandmother, that she is there, and my mother, like my father, was also present at the contacts several times. Moreover, when I began to miss my mother very much, Mitya invited her, and since she is Ukrainian by origin, she spoke to me in pure Ukrainian. Vadim also talked with his mother. Of course, family ties remain.

- How do they live and where do they live - are there cities, villages?

Answer: Mitya told us that he lives in the village and even explained how to find him. And on one of our best contacts, his address sounded when he was called for communication: "Forest street, northern house."

- Is the date of departure of each of us predetermined or not?

Answer: There is no mention of the date of departure during our contacts. We are constantly reminded that we are immortal: "You are eternal in our eyes."

- Were there any clues from the other world in everyday things?

Answer: Somehow Vadim was told at the contact that he had 36 rubles in his pocket. Vadim checked and was surprised to make sure - exactly 36 rubles.

Egor, our youngest son, was repairing a bicycle and could not determine the malfunction, while Vadim was conducting a communication session at that time. Suddenly Vadim turns to Yegor and says: "Mitya said that your axle is damaged." The diagnosis was confirmed.

Are there animals in the underworld?

Answer: There was also such a case: the guys from the other side brought a dog for a communication session. We heard and recorded her barking.