Whether we want it or not, a sense of the reality of what underlies these legends is absorbed by us before birth. And no matter how hard a person is … I do not think that there is at least one supermaterialist in the world who would not flinch at a meeting with such a monster.
This surprising phenomenon gave rise to an incredible number of fantastic stories, it became rich in plots of folklore and literature, because few writers did at least one story about the phenomena of ghosts. Well, at least start with Shakespeare.
Ghosts are, they say something important, hidden from people, remember Hamlet, because the whole intrigue of the play was developed precisely from what his father told the prince.
In legends and domestic bikes, ghosts endow ominous properties: remember – “don’t go to the cemetery at night – the dead person will rise and drag you to the grave” … shaking the dilapidated galleries and corridors with a grave howl.
A sense of the reality of what underlies these legends is absorbed by us before birth. And no matter how hard a person is … I do not think that there is at least one supermaterialist in the world who would not flinch at a meeting with such a monster.
Our personality is a very complex structure, and, if very approximately – in addition to our body, it consists of a dense energy field that feeds it and exactly repeats its contours and even the internal structure and aura – the field that surrounds a person and in which he is enclosed, as in egg shells.
After death, the fields are freed from the body and go into the information and energy space.
This is the soul.
In my healing practice, not once did I see how it leaves the body.
The first time it was like this: I came to the patient and found her unconscious. He lies in bed on his back, his head is raised on a pillow, the field around the body is almost not palpable: at a distance of two or three centimeters there is only a faint cold sensation. But at the head and above! “All her energy is there, the soul has come out through the head and is only holding its feet over the head of the patient. I did what the most primitive reasoning suggested. I grabbed these energy feet with my hands and dragged my soul back for them. The effect was instant. She woke up. It turned out that she saw all my manipulations, but only as if from above from under the ceiling, and when I jerked her feet, she felt as if I was physically twitching her.
You want it, or you do not want it, but the soul is material, only this is a subtle view of matter, other matter, which is also inaccessible to scientific technology levels.
Once they tried to weigh her.
American resuscitators made a special table that fixed the weight of the patient and began to measure and calculate. Every milligram that was injected into the patient was taken into account. And the result – the difference in weight between a living person and the same person in a state of clinical death – 30 grams.
Here you are not intangible. In these thirty grams the most difficult is concentrated – the peak of cosmic evolution PERSONALITY OF A PERSON.
Ghosts are the bodyless personalities. For them, there are no barriers or distances …
Here is a case from the family traditions of the noble family of the Sheviches. Shortly before the First World War, one of their relatives went, it seems to Vitebsk, to visit their acquaintances. They lived in a newly purchased good house. Naturally, on arrival she was given a good room and she began to settle down for the night. Suddenly, the door opened unexpectedly and a young and beautiful woman entered the room without knocking, without asking permission, without even apologizing, dressed simply, like people of a noblemandom dressed at home. I looked at the guest, astonished by such rudeness, approached the secretary, opened it, rummaged, took nothing, closed it, and just without a word, went out. As for the guest, she just choked with indignation.
The next morning at breakfast she responded to the courtesy of the hosts: “How did you spend the night?” At first, she also kindly bowled over, and then nevertheless reproached them for the fact that they were badly raising servants. The reaction of the hosts for her was somewhat unexpected, “Wait a minute, wait, now the children will leave …” And when the children left, they told her about what it really was.
Once this house belonged to a merchant. Then one day he returned home ahead of time and found his wife with a lover. What he did with his lover, this story is silent, but he dragged his wife into the basement and walled him up alive in a niche. A few days later he saw her. She did not threaten, did not grind her teeth, she just stood in silent reproach. And then the merchant repented. I went to penal servitude, and the house was sold at auction.
And since then she has been walking around the house. Day and night. Children are accustomed to it and consider it to be one of the household members. Adults are accustomed – too, and do not pay attention to it. He walks and walks. Moreover, the concern from her no more than from the shadows.