Each of our sins is not just an act contrary to the Word of God. This is a wound that God Himself, the Incarnate Lord Jesus Christ, must bear for our salvation and in our place. Coming to confession, we say: "We have committed such and such an evil. Take it on Yourself. Take it and carry it, because it will be fatal for us if it remains inside the soul in eternity. It will completely separate us from You." And "He bears within Himself our sins, for which He sacrifices Himself" (1 Peter 2:24).

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See everywhere, even in the most difficult trials, sufferings, illnesses, the loss of your neighbors, see God's Providence all the same, leading both you and others to the fact that "everything will be very good" (Gen. 1:31). If you can't see it, then at least believe it. And this faith of yours will not be put to shame, because after a while it will become knowledge and a witness of what has happened.

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Our greatest happiness is that Christ the Savior knows about our spiritual infirmity, knows and forgives anyone who sincerely repents, anyone who admits his infirmity and his sin.

Metropolitan Tikhon of Pskov and Porkhovsky (Shevkunov)
March 16, 2022

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Jede unserer Sünden ist nicht nur eine Tat, die dem Wort Gottes widerspricht. Dies ist die Wunde, die Gott, der inkarniert ist, der Herr Jesus Christus, um unserer Errettung willen und an unserer Stelle ertragen muss. Wenn wir zur Beichte kommen, sagen wir: «Wir haben so etwas Böses getan. Nimm es auf dich. Nimm es und trage es, denn es wird für uns tödlich sein, wenn es in der Ewigkeit in der Seele bleibt. Es wird uns vollständig von dir trennen." Und «Er trägt unsere Übertretungen in sich, für die er sich selbst opfert" (1. Petr. 2:24).

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Sehe überall, auch in den schwersten Prüfungen, Leiden, Krankheiten, dem Verlust deiner Nächsten, sehe immer noch die Vorsehung Gottes, die dich und andere zu dem führt, was «alles ist sehr gut" werden soll (Gen. 1:31). Wenn du es nicht sehen kannst, glaub es wenigstens. Und nach einer Weile wirst du sicher sein, dass es so ist.

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Unser größtes Glück ist, dass der Erlöser Christus von unserer geistigen Schwäche weiß, jeden kennt und vergibt, der aufrichtig umkehrt, jeden, der seine Schwäche und seine Sünde anerkennt.

Metropolit von Pskow und Porchow Tichon (Shevkunov)
16. März 2022

Military Operation in Ukraine
Real footage of the Russian army advancing on Kiev

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PIZZERIA AND GOD'S PROVIDENCE

My confessor – a principled supporter of sobriety - once told me that the abuse of the word "miracle" provokes the development of enthusiasm. Or it is a sign of an already developed enthusiasm. In short, it is better not to abuse it. If there is a clear violation of the natural course of events, then the word "miracle" is appropriate, and in cases of other comforting and intelligible phenomena of Providence, it is better to use the expression "the grace of God".

In general, it was the grace of God. But in order.

A couple of weeks ago, a teacher friend told me that five schoolchildren of the city had passed the superfinal of the All-Russian Olympiad in (Fundamentals of Orthodox Culture - Ed.). And that the Education Department can send us to Moscow. "Us," because she's not ready to go with five teenagers without me.

Before my mind's eye there was a picture of two flights on a low-cost airline (one of which is night) and three-day tension between these flights. And I rebelled. Also mentally. And she said out loud that such things are decided by the abbess, and that's if she blesses…

And Mother - what... mother is always for enlightenment. And I, quickly resigned, flew to Moscow.

I had to make a plan of action already on the plane, crouching in a non-reclining chair. The plan consisted of three parts, two of which did not cause any questions. It was obvious that in preparation for the Olympics, I would have to "take more, throw further," and during the Olympics itself, either pray or nervously pace in the lobby of St. Tikhon's University. But the third part of the actions, the final one, was drawn vaguely.

Obviously, a debriefing will be required after the Olympics. But how do you make it tirelessly for children who have already given their best for three days in a row? Vague images surfaced in my mind: we are sitting in a pizzeria, feeding the guys "yummy" and along the way – lively and fun - discussing the Olympics. But there were also questions: where to go and what to throw a feast on?..

And from somewhere in the subconscious, an unexpected thought suddenly came out: you also have to tip the waiter! At least 150 rubles. It would be better to have a little more, but at least so… At this point, I even shook my head – some kind of nonsense. The thought took offense and went back to the subconscious.

In general, the first two parts went according to plan: on the first day at the PSU, we were kindly given an excursion to the Museum of the New Martyrs and were also invited to a classical music concert. On the second day we toured and toured Red Square and the Kremlin, Danilov and Donskoy, paid special attention to the Church of the New Martyrs in Sretensky. We walked from morning to evening almost without rest. By dinner, the guys and the teacher went to the hotel, and I hobbled off to meet friends.

I probably talked about my plans for the evening of the next day... but I don't remember it, because everything was obscured by worries about friends whose relatives live in Ukraine, and pain in their legs. Therefore, when a friend gave me a five-thousandth piece of paper with the words: "This is for pizza for children," I was surprised. And even tried to refuse.

But even after stuffing the red-haired piece of paper into my pocket, I somehow wasn't too happy: the evening of the next day still seemed extremely vague to me, and the feeling of God's care was not experienced much. Or maybe the answer to insensitivity was total fatigue: I even lost my voice – I had to tell and explain so much in those days.

After the Olympics, in an effort to take from Moscow, if not everything, then at least more, we went back to the Museum of the War of 1812. But it was closed. As for the pizzeria, it was clear that only "millionaires" could eat near Red Square. Things were taking the turn I feared, and besides, it was getting really cold, which is always more noticeable on an empty stomach.

We wandered through some alleys in confusion. And at the moment when I thought that after the "chilled" state, the "freshly frozen" state follows, the children noticed a pizzeria with relatively affordable prices, according to them (I've been to a pizzeria twice in my life and I don't know the prices). In addition, a decent discount was promised, because we had a birthday boy.

It was the grace of God. However, as always. But this evening I noticed her
And then everything was as I saw it. We were all sitting together, ordering food and sorting out flights. Everyone's tension eased and their appetite returned. It was fun and delicious. We didn't really look at the prices, deciding that if five thousand is not enough, then we'll just drop a little. But there was an amount of 4848 rubles in the receipt.

The thought of a tip got out of my subconscious and said maliciously:

- 152 rubles is a little more than 150.

"Okay, okay," I replied– "I give up and repent of my lack of faith.

The tip was modest, but the waiter was delighted.

We peacefully walked along the historical streets with beautiful lighting, choosing them at random, and then it turned out that an unauthorized rally was taking place in the neighboring streets. The children, when asked what else they would like, said: "Buy souvenirs for brothers, sisters, friends...", and we immediately stumbled upon a souvenir shop. And 15 meters away from him - to a shop of all sorts of strange sweets.

We are not late and we are not lost. They didn't mix anything up. No one caught a cold. The last Aeroexpress train was not canceled.

It was the grace of God. However, as always. But this evening I noticed her.

Nun Natalia (Kaverzneva)
March 7, 2022

https://pravoslavie.ru/144822.html

An elderly priest, Father Alexy Emelianenko, served in our church. He told such a story:
- It happened about twenty years ago. I then served in this church as a sexton, and also as a watchman.
One day the service ended, I waited in the vestibule until the parishioners came out and was just about to close the doors, when suddenly a middle-aged man entered and began to look closely at the icons while walking around the temple from the inside. I was standing somewhat to the side, under the choir stairs, and he didn't notice me. Near a large, ancient icon of St. Nicholas, a man suddenly collapsed to his knees and burst into tears. It was so unexpected that I didn't dare to disturb him...
After a few minutes, the man got up from his knees and headed for the exit. He would, of course, have passed by, but I couldn't resist and asked if any trouble had happened to him and if I could help...
- No, no, he answered excitedly, now everything is over. Simply... You see, I am a military pilot, from the airfield in Gvardeyskoye, which is near Simferopol. And yesterday I had a night flight. I was alone in the cab. And suddenly my engine stalled. The plane began to fall. It happened very quickly, everything was decided by seconds. I tried to do something, but nothing helped and I realized that I was dying.
And suddenly I see a grandfather sitting next to me in the cab. Strangely, I wasn't surprised at all... And this grandfather speaks to me so calmly, affectionately even:
- Son, don't worry... turn this little stream, and now turn on this toggle switch... and press this button...
I did as he said and the engine started working... I took the plane out of the dive, landed safely and only then realized WHAT had happened to me...
When I passed the shift and got to the city, I came to your temple and now I just found out WHO was the old man who saved me from death!
Saint Nicholas.

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The serpentine icon of the Most Holy Theotokos (Panagia Fedusa) resides in the Assumption Church of the village of Markopoulo, in the eastern part of the Greek island of Kefallonia in the Ionian Sea.

According to an ancient legend, this icon was found after a fire in the roots of a charred tree, and after the icon could not be moved to the temple, a chapel was erected on the site of the appearance of the image, and then a monastery. When the island of Kefallonia was captured by pirates, they fled in horror from an incalculable number of snakes that suddenly appeared at the walls of the monastery.

And now every year after the feast of the Transfiguration of the Lord, snakes begin to crawl to the Assumption Church. They have gray velvet skin, a thin body about a meter long, but the most important thing that distinguishes these snakes from others is that a cross is clearly visible on the head.

Starting from the day of the Transfiguration, snakes appear more and more in the vicinity of the temple, and on the eve of the Day of the Assumption of the Mother of God, they fill the entire ravine on top of which the temple stands. Residents walk along the slope and the bottom of the ravine, collect snakes in order to bring them to the temple according to the established pious custom. On the island they are called snakes of the Virgin.

But even without these individuals brought by believers, the temple is filled with snakes. And after the end of the service, the snakes crawl away. No one knows where they come from and where they disappear after the holiday.

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The Icon of the Mother of God Zhirovitskaya appeared in 1470 in the town of Zhirovitsy in the Grodno region. In the forest that belonged to the Orthodox Lithuanian nobleman Alexander Solton, the shepherds saw an unusually bright light coming through the branches of a pear tree that stood over a stream under the mountain. The shepherds came closer and saw a small icon of the Mother of God in a radiant glow on a tree. The shepherds reverently took the icon and took it to Alexander Salton, who did not attach much importance to the message of the shepherds, but still took the icon and locked it in a casket.

The next day, Salton had visitors, and the owner wanted to show them the find. To his surprise, he did not find the icon in the casket, although he had seen it shortly before. After some time, the shepherds again found the icon in the same place and again took it to Alexander Salton. This time he treated the icon with great reverence and vowed to build a church in honor of the Most Holy Theotokos on the site of the apparition. A village soon appeared near the wooden church and a parish was formed. Around 1520, the church completely burned down, despite the efforts of the residents to extinguish the fire and save the icon. Everyone thought she was dead. But one day the peasant children, returningWhen I returned from school, I saw a wonderful vision: A Virgin of extraordinary beauty in a radiant radiance was sitting on a stone near a burned-out temple, and in Her hands was an icon that everyone thought was burned. The children did not dare to approach Her, but hurried to tell their relatives and friends about the vision. Everyone took the story of the vision for a Divine revelation and together with the priest went to the mountain. On a stone near a lighted candle stood the Zhirovitsky Icon of the Mother of God, which had not suffered at all from the fire. For a time, the icon was placed in the priest's house, and the stone was fenced. When the stone church was built, a miraculous icon was placed there.

Subsequently, a monastery appeared near the temple. His brotherhood led the struggle for Orthodoxy against the Union and Latinism. In 1609, the monastery was seized by the Uniates and remained in their hands until 1839. All this time, the Zhirovitsky Icon of the Mother of God enjoyed the veneration of both Uniates and Catholics. In 1839, the monastery was returned to the Orthodox and became the first place to restore Orthodox Worship in the Western Russian region.

During the First World War, the Zhirovitsky Icon of the Mother of God was moved to Moscow, and in the early 20s it was returned to the monastery. Now it is located in the cathedral in honor of the Assumption of the Most Holy Theotokos of the Zhirovitsky Monastery of the Minsk diocese and is deeply reveredthank you for her gracious help. The icon is carved on a stone measuring 43 x 56 mm.

In the Kuban, many people know about this miracle, as there were many witnesses to it, and these witnesses told their relatives and their friends about it.
Nine nuns were brought in carts to be shot. We put them shoulder to shoulder over the cliff so that we wouldn't have to bury them later, or do any extra work.
The Komsomol members prepared to open fire, and the nuns loudly began to sing a psalm.
And that's when the miracle happened. Suddenly, a blinding light shone, and three Angels appeared. Two Angels descended and stood to the left and right of the nuns, and the third Angel descended and stood in front of the Komsomol members, who immediately all fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
The drivers came running from the carts, saw the Komsomol members lying like corpses, the nuns singing alive and unharmed, and rode to the village "for help". "Help" in confusion and fear began to load on the carts of the Komsomol members. – What should we do?" one nun asked. "Run away," came the command, which they did with prayers.
All the Komsomol guards died very quickly, but their secretary lay paralyzed to death (for a whole year). He was losing weight faster and faster every day. And when there were only bones and skin, a lot of worms appeared. No sooner had his mother scooped up a large pile of them than they reappeared from nowhere.
He suffered terribly and kept shouting and begging: "Pray for me!"
There was no one to pray for him, because there were unbelieving people who did not know prayers.
But those who could help him, all ran away.

Hieromonk Tryphon. "Miracles of the last time".

The baby was lying on the bed, facing the wall. He didn't want to play or watch cartoons. He was very, very lonely.
His mother died of cancer when he was still a baby, his father left the family after learning that his mother had cancer, and his grandmother looked after him.
But they moved to another city, far away, and my grandmother could not go to him. And there, another grandmother, this one's own sister, became his guardian.
But no one ever visited it. Life slowly faded in him, like a lamp that runs out of oil, and there is no one to top it up. Cancer ate him up day after day.
And he didn't have long to live. And at this time in another city…
And at this time, in another city, in front of the icon of the Mother of God, a decrepit old woman was weeping and praying: "Most Gracious Intercessor, All-Queen, Mother, All-merciful!
There, hundreds of miles away, my granddaughter is dying in the hospital, from cancer. From the fact that he also ruined his mother! You know I can't even come to him, not at all.
..after all, the unbaptized one, I did not have time!! And his guardian, my sister, is a complete unbeliever! Oh, what a misery!! But please, Most Pure, have mercy on him,
Beg your son for the baby. You...my only Hope... " The old woman rose with difficulty from the floor of the temple, and with a trembling hand placed a candle in front of the image,
she crossed herself and left the church.
And in a hospital in a distant city, a pain-ridden boy finally fell asleep under the influence of buprenorphine. And suddenly...he saw the door to his room open,
and an inexpressibly beautiful Woman, dressed in scarlet, and wearing a crown on her head, entered. The kid asked hopefully: "Auntie, are you my mother?? I often imagine her,
how beautiful she is... And how nice it is in the sky." To which the Woman smiled radiantly, and answered,
sitting down on the edge of the child's bed: "I am a Mother, a mother to all living on earth. And your mother lives not far from me, I often see her. " The
baby asked with trepidation: "What's your name?" The woman replied: "I have a lot of names. But you can call me Pantanassa. " The
boy asked: "Tell me, what does this mean?" Pantanassa replied, " In Greek it means All-Queen, for My Son is the King of Kings.
His name is Jesus. " The kid said happily: "I know! My grandmother told me about a good God named Jesus Christ! That He's risen!!"
The Virgin (and it was She) smiled, and reaching out, stroked the baby's cheek.
Then she said:"Back in the distant city, your grandmother prays tirelessly for you. Therefore, the Lord has heard her prayers, and by the grace of God,
you will be well. Just tell the doctor to baptize you. Absolutely!! And this...My gift to you."
With these words, the Mother of God took out a wonderful white lily and a small icon from somewhere in the folds of her clothes, and put them on the bedside table.
The little boy asked the Queen, " What is this wonderful smell? I've never felt anything so beautiful." The Virgin answered: "It smells like this in Paradise, in the Garden of Eden.

Then she patted the baby's cheek once more and disappeared into thin air with a wonderful smile. In the morning, as soon as the boy woke up,
He was surprised to find an icon with the Same Woman and a flower on the nightstand. Means...I didn't dream about her? And she came for real?!
What did she say to tell the doctor? Then, in his head, the voice of Pantanassa said clearly: "Tell the doctor that you must be baptized!"
And, of course, I noticed a beautiful flower with a wonderful smell on the nightstand.
And he asked the boy, " Who came to you and brought you a flower?" The kid took out an icon from under the pillow, and said: "She, this Woman."
The doctor asked in surprise: "A.. did she say anything?" "The kid said,' Yes. She asked me to tell you that I must be christened!
And yet ... she said that I would be healthy! And Her name is Pantanassa!"
The doctor left the room in great agitation. He walked down the hall and thought, " Really...Did the Queen of Heaven herself come to him??" Although...
The church says that children under the age of 7 see Angels, and even lilies... probably still came. Wonderful are Your works, O Lord!! Come what may.
Thank God for everything!!!" The doctor contacted the grandmother, who was the guardian of the boy, and asked for permission to baptize him.
In response, I heard in the phone: "Do what you want! In fact, I can even give you custody of the child if you want to take care of it.
It's a burden to me." And so it turned out.
A few days later, in the hospital church in the name of St. Luke of the Crimea, the archpriest specially invited by the doctor christened the baby, with the name of Anastas,
and in the world he remained under his own name. The doctor became his godfather, and the nurse became his godmother. What was the doctor's surprise,
when at the next examination...they didn't find a trace of the tumor!! A little later, the doctor issued all the documents and became the new guardian of the boy.
And once the kid timidly called him dad, and his wife mom. They even burst into tears, because God did not give them their children.
Soon they wrote a letter to his grandmother in that distant city, and described everything that had happened to her grandson.
And the reply letter had only four words: "Thank God for everything!"
So the grandmother's prayer and the grace of the Queen of Heaven saved the baby from imminent death and gave two good people the joy of fatherhood and motherhood.
Finally, I will say that that lily flower did not wither for a very long time, but when it withered, it retained its wonderful aroma. And the boy always wore it around his neck, in a special bag.
*Holy Mother of God, pray to God for us!!!*

Chosen vessel

One day father Gabriel was sitting on a bench in the monastery courtyard. A beautiful woman with bright makeup entered the monastery, suddenly sat on his lap and, kissing him, began to say: "father Gabriel, How beautiful you are, how I like you, I will come to you again...".
Everything that happened seemed so improbable that we did not know what to do. Father Gabriel looked at the sky in silence, listened calmly to her babble, and then said: "Come, makwala, come." At the sound of her name, the woman jumped down, looked at us in surprise, backed away, and ran out into the street.
The next day she came, but it was a woman who had nothing in common with the one who had come the day before. She was wearing a long black skirt, her head was covered, no makeup, and she was crying. She approached the cell of father Gabriel and began to wail: "father Gabriel, I know that You will not open the door for me, I know that I will never see you, forgive my yesterday's shamelessness. I feel your power, you raised me from the dead and brought me back to Life. Thank you, thank you for everything."
It's a heartwarming sight made us all cry. It became clear to everyone that the elder had performed a miracle by healing the lost woman. Before the second arrival of Makvala, the elder suddenly got up and went to his cell. He had anticipated her coming. And after the first meeting, he went to his cell, received no one, and prayed on his knees, shedding tears before the icon of the Mother of God. (the nun Catherine (of Ebralidze))

Healing in reality
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with Easter !!!

The story of a nun who came to life on the third day after her death.
(sorry for bad translation)

She saw her body from the side-lying on the operating table.
Medics were bustling around. An iron-like device was pressed to his chest.
- Discharge! — shouted the Professor Psahes.
His body jerked. But she felt no pain.
- Discharge!
— The heart does not respond!
- Discharge! More! More!
Doctors tried to "start" her heart for almost half an hour. She saw the young assistant put his hand on the Professor's shoulder:
- Boris Isaakovich, stop. The patient is dead.
The Professor pulled off his gloves and removed his mask. She saw his miserable face, all beaded with sweat.
"What a pity! Boris Isaakovich said. - Such operation, six hours worked...
"I'm here, doctor!" I'm alive! "Oh!" she cried. But the doctors didn't hear her
voices. She tried to grab the doctor by the robe, but the cloth didn't even move.
The Professor left. And she stood by the operating table and watched as
spellbound, at her body. The nurses put him on a gurney, covered him
sheets'.
She heard them talking:
- Again a hassle: the visitor has passed away, from Yakutia...
-Her family will take her.
— She doesn't have any relatives, only a young son."
She walked beside the gurney. And shouted:
-I'm not dead!" I'm not dead! But no one heard her.

Life.

Nun Antonia remembers her death with trepidation:
-God is merciful! He loves us all, even the last sinner...
Antonia is constantly fingering her rosary beads. Her slender fingers tremble. Between
the thumb and forefinger see the old tattoo is barely visible letter
«A»
Mother Antonia catches my eye. I feel embarrassed, as if I've spied something forbidden.
-It's a memory of the prison past —" says the nun. — Initial letter
my name. My passport says I'm angelina. In his youth a passion daring
been...
-Tell me!"
Mother Antonia looks at me searchingly. It feels like she's seeing
right through me. A minute seems like an eternity. Suddenly will be silent,
suddenly will refuse?
Our meeting was not accidental. In Pechora the Pskov region, where close to
the famous Holy Dormition monastery lives 73-year-old mother Antonia,
I
arrived, having received a message from friends of believers: "We have a wonderful
there is a nun. She's been to the next world."
Mother Antonia, as it turned out, in the recent past was an organizer
and the abbess of the convent in Vyatskie Polyany, Kirov
areas. After the third heart
attack on weakness of health was sent to
rest. With journalist "Life" agreed to to meet only after,
as received recommendations from clerics.
It seems to me that she sends my request somewhere upstairs. And receives the answer. My breath catches.
Finally she says:
— Tell. Not knowing my past, not understanding what happened to me after death. What was it was...
Mother Antonia makes the sign of the cross. Barely heard, only lips,
whispers a prayer. It feels like going back in time requires her to
a lot of mental
and physical effort, like a swimmer who will
dive into the swirling maelstrom.

Childhood.

"I was born in Chistopol. It is a small town on the Kama in Tartary.
Dad, Vasily Rukavishnikov, went to the front as a volunteer. Died on
Bryansk region,
in the partisans. Mother, Catherine, remarried-for an old man,
he was thirty years her senior. I hated him so much that
ran away from home.
Got into an orphanage in Kazan. She said she was an orphan. At the end of the war trained
I together with my friends to the machine operator and was
sent to the mine in
Sverdlovsk region. On the first day we had a riot — because of
molestations'.
We are youngsters, and the miners there are cunning. In the first same day groped... Well I
she encouraged her friends to run to Moscow, to comrade
Voroshilov. Complain.
Got on the footboards of the carriages, was a desperate, bold. Spent the night in
Gorky Park, in the bushes, clinging to each other...
- In the morning I, as the smallest, on kind of me gave years twelve, went
in exploration. Picked on the bench uncle, more solid. Approached, asked,

how to find Voroshilov. The uncle answered that the appointment is conducted in
reception of the Supreme Council on moss street. We found this waiting room.

Came there in a crowd. "Where?"- the militiaman at a door asked us.
And I'm like, " Run, girls! It's not Voroshilov!". Such a noise we
they arranged for everyone to run away. And then I see Voroshilov enter. I love him

photos knew. Took us with him. Was told to bring sandwiches, tea.
Listened. And asked: "want to Learn?"Yes!»
- "Tell on whom, to you will write out the direction". I chose geological
College in the Kemerovo region... And there came the trouble with the thieves contacted.

Stupidity and starvation. I liked the way they lived: risky,
It's beautiful. I got a tattoo so everyone could see I was lucky.
Only
to walk for a long time did not work: our gang was caught... In prison I don't
like it.
— When I was released, I made a vow to myself that I would never go to jail."
get. Married, went to Yakutia - in the village of Nizhny Kuranakh.

Worked there "Yakutzoloto". The order even deserved-Labor red
Banner's... First, everyone in the family was okay, gave birth to a son, Sasha.

Then the husband began to drink.
And beat because of jealousy. Then I gave up. I did not grieve — so with him
I suffered! And then there was the disease. At first, I did not attach importance,
and
then, as perishing pressed (several times consciousness in broad daylight lost), to
doctors went. Examined and found a tumor in the head.
They were sent urgently to Krasnoyarsk, to the clinic of the medical Institute. I'm crying:
"Save me! I have one son, another schoolboy-he will
remain an orphan!".
Professor Pages undertook to operate... She knew the operation was dangerous,
she was scared! Then and Pro God evoked the.
Before such an atheist
was, blasphemer, and here on mind prayer came. Or rather, a poem
spiritual, which I once in my childhood, one woman taught.
"The dream of the virgin" is called.
About Jesus, all his suffering. Almost all of the gospel is in these verses
retold... They took me to surgery, and I'm shaking and " Dream of the virgin»
whisper.
Gave anesthesia, drill skull have become... I don't feel any pain, but that's all
I can hear them messing with my head. Long operated. Then, as through
dream,
heard, as me on cheeks slap.
"Everybody," they say, " Wake up!"I woke up from anesthesia, jerked,
I wanted to get up, get up, then my heart stopped.
And me as if
something pushed out of her body — out of herself, as if from a dress,
slipped...

Death.

...A gurney with a lifeless body was taken to a cold room without Windows.
Angelina stood beside him. I saw her body transferred to the iron
couch.
As pulled off with feet Shoe covers, which were on it during operations.
How to tie an oilcloth tag. And shut the door.
The room went dark. Angelina was surprised: she saw!
— To the right of my body lay a naked woman with a hastily sewn slit
on her stomach, " the nun recalls. "I was amazed: I'd never seen anything
like it before."
know her. But felt, that she me almost native. And what I know from
how she died — there was a volvulus. I was scared.
dead.
She ran to the door — and through it! She went out into the street and
petrified.
The grass, the sun-all gone! I run forward, and I do not have a road. How
tied to the hospital. Return conversely. Doctors, patients in wards and
corridors see.
And they don't notice me. A stupid thought occurred to me: "I
now the invisible man!". Funny the most became. She began to laugh, and me
no one hears.
I tried to pass through the wall-it turned out! Returned
back to the dead room. She saw her body again. Hugged herself, began to drag,
cry.
And the body doesn't move. And I wept as I had never wept in my life.
before, nor then-not sobbed...

Hell.

Suddenly figures appeared beside me as if out of thin air. I have them for myself
called-warriors. Dressed like St. George on the icons.

Somehow I knew they were coming for me. She fought back. I Shout: "Don't
touch, fascists!"They imperiously took me by the hand.
And there's a voice inside me
sounded: "Now you will find out where you will get!"I was dizzy, in the darkness
dipped.
And this came flooding back — the passion! Pain and anguish impossible.
I yell, swear all sorts of things, and it hurts me more and more. Pro these agony to tell not
can-words such simply there is no...
And then in my right ear like someone
quietly whispers: "Servant of God angelina, stop swearing — you less
torment will become...". I was quiet.
And behind as if wings felt. Flew somewhere. See:
a faint light ahead. Firepaw is flying, too, and I'm afraid to fall behind.
him.
And feel, that right from me, as a bee small,, too, someone
flies.
I looked down, and there were a lot of men with gray faces. Hands up pull,
and I hear their voices: "Pray for us!"And I before I die,
she was an unbeliever.
The child was christened, then to the temple did not go.
I grew up in an orphanage, then we were all raised atheists. Just before
operation Pro God and evoked the... That " bee " on the right I do not see, but
feel it.

Paradise.

Suddenly I felt like I was on the Ground. But all brighter, more beautiful,
blooms like spring. And the smell is wonderful, everything is fragrant.
I was still amazed:
at the same time on trees both flowers, and fruits-after all so does not happen. Beheld
the table is massive, carved,
and behind it three men with identical hair
beautiful faces, as on the icon "Trinity".
And around many-many people. I don't know what to do.
Flew up to me those warriors (angels) who came to the morgue, put me on the
lap. I bent my face to the ground,
but the warriors picked me up and
gestures have shown that so it is not necessary, and it is necessary that shoulders were straight,
and
heads bowed on his chest... And the conversation began with those at the table
sat.
It struck me that they knew all about me, all my thoughts. And their words like
themselves emerged in me: "Poor soul, that same you so much sins gained!»
And
I was terribly ashamed: suddenly I clearly remembered every bad day
every act, every bad thought. Even the ones that I have long forgotten.
And me
suddenly felt sorry for himself. Understand that it is not lived, but did not blame anyone —
she ruined her own soul..

I suddenly knew what to call the one in the middle,
said, " Lord!"He said — in my heart from that heavenly bliss
stepped.
The Lord asked, " do You want to go to Earth?»
"Yes, Lord!"And look around, how nice it is here!"He hands up
raised. I looked around — and well, all was shining, it was unusually
beautiful!
And inside me, something happened that I had never experienced before:
heart, infinite love, joy, happiness — all at once.
And I said, " God Forgive me, I am unworthy!"And then came the thought of
and I said: "my God, I have a son Sasha, he is without me
lost!
She's an orphan, she didn't stay out of jail. I want him not to
gone!"The Lord replies ,' you will return, but correct your life!»
"But I don't know how!» — «Learn. On your way there will be people, they will prompt! Pray!"But how?"— "In heart and thought!".

Future.

— And then the future was revealed to me: 'you will remarry.' "Who am I
will take this?"He'll find you." "I don't need a husband.

the old drunkard for life tormented!»
"The new one will be a good man, but also not without sin. From the North
leave before you send your son to the army.
Then you'll meet him, marry him. But
then you will find your brother." "Is he alive?
I haven't heard from Nikolai since the war!"- "He is disabled, he rides in a wheelchair.
You will find him in Tartary,
and you will move there with your husband. You brother regulation
really need you to care for him, and bury him." -" And with
"will everything be all right?"
"Don't worry about him. He, as will become
adult, from you refuses. But do not be discouraged. Remember gentlemen and tell me
people about what I saw here!
And remember - you promised to fix your
life»

Return.

"I woke up in my body. I felt very cold.
frozen hard. She pleaded, " I'm cold!"And I hear a voice in my right ear:
"Be patient, now for you will come!"
And precisely: the door opens, enter
two women with a cart-wanted to anatomize me to carry.
They came up to me, and I threw off the sheet. They-scream and run! Professor
Psahes that I was operated on, with doctors uses. Says, " Don't
she must be alive."
Shine some light into the pupil. And I all see, feel, and stiffened
so I can not say anything, just blinked his eyes. I was brought to
ward,
lined with hot water bottles, wrapped in blankets. When warmed up,
she told me what had happened to me. Boris Isaakovich
listen carefully.
He said it had been three days since my death.

Continuation.

"Back in the hospital," says mother Antonia, " I wrote about,
what happened to me, in the journal Science and religion. I don't know, printed
whether.
The Professor called my case unique. In three months
prescribed.
— I went back to Yakutia, - says mother Antonia. - Again in
"Yakutzoloto" settled, I was there in good standing. Working, son
raise.
In Church walk has become, praying. It all happened the way I wanted it to.
the world had been predicted. Married, then married her son.
And the elder brother Nicholas, lost from the war, found — in Tartary. He
he was lonely, wheelchair-bound, already very ill. We moved to
Nizhnekamsk,
closer to my brother. The apartment my husband gave them as
northerners. I was retired by then. Took care of my brother before
the time of his death.
Buried, mourned.
And then she got sick. His side tingled, his mouth turned sour. Suffered
long. Compared with the torments of hell, all earthly sores are like a prick
pin.
My son and my husband persuaded me to go to the hospital. From the clinic sent
for examination in Kazan. They found liver cancer.
Said, that with
operation was late, that metastases went. And such melancholy attacked me —
not pass.
A sinful thought came: "Who needs me like this, everyone is a burden!".
She went to the bridge to drown herself. And before you throw yourself into the water, with the sky
I decided to say goodbye.
She looked up and saw crosses and domes. Temple.
I think I'll pray one last time before I drown myself. Came in
cathedral.
I stand in front of the icon of the virgin and cry. There's a woman in the temple
cleaned, noticed my tears, came up, asked what happened to me.
Told about the cancer, about the fact that my husband began to drink, that nobody wants me,
that my son has his own family, and I'm a burden to him.
That she wanted to kill herself. But
the woman to me also speaks: "You should go at once to Naberezhnye Chelny.
There came a wonderful father,
Archimandrite Kirill from Riga. He cures everything!".
Mother Antonia shows a photograph of the priest that hangs in her hand.
cell. In the picture-a handsome, portly father with two crosses.
— This is my spiritual father, " the nun says gently. — Archimandrite
Kirill (Borodin). The miracle worker and the righteous.
Under the Soviet regime in prison
for the faith suffered. He himself, a doctor by training, healed many people. V
In 1998 he went to the Lord.
My father Cyril not only saved the life of the soul
begged.
I arrived then in Naberezhnye Chelny at the address specified to me in the Church,
even home to Nizhnekamsk did not stop by.
The queue is in the apartment, in
which father Cyril takes, long. I think, all night stand
has.
Then the door swings open, the priest comes out and beckons me with his hand:
"Mother, come here!"Brought to itself.
His hand on the head put it: "Oh, what
you're sore!"And suddenly in me joy entered — as then, on how light of
before the Lord...
Wanted father Cyril to tell us about yourself, about the fact that
Tom light survived, but he stopped me: "I know all about you."

Monastery.

- Here the father to me also speaks: "go To Elabuga, there a monastery
improves. Tell mother Eugenia what I sent, " - says
mother Antonia.
- I hesitated: "What are you, father! I have a husband and a son." Here
father Kirill strange words delivered: "There is no one have you!"I murmur:
" Night
already!"And he, strictly so:" I Bless go!". Where are you going?" Went on
bus terminal. Buses regular all already are gone.
Suddenly a peasant slows down: "Who's on Elabuga?". All the way to the monastery
taken. There was already waiting. Has become to live under monastery and praying.
And forces
melted. She couldn't eat much: her liver was failing... And here is the dream
I dream once. I see four men dressed in white. They're around
Me.
I lie there and one of them says, " You're going to get hurt. Be patient, don't
fear, the cancer will pass." I woke up in the morning and my liver doesn't hurt.
Appetite
emerged-on food pounced on. I eat everything I've given up before —
a loaf of bread, soup. And at least once in the side prickled!
Here father Kirill arrived.

I told him about the strange dream. I ask, " Who healed me in my sleep?» And
the priest replies: "Did you not guess? This is God's mercy for you!»
- Father Kirill blessed me to go home to Nizhnekamsk-things
to take away and documents to issue, - mother Antonia tells. —
I arrived, and my son and husband lost me.
Thought, died already. Husband
I explained that I need a divorce, that I want to go to a monastery, my soul asks God
serve.
He resigned himself. And the son-in any: "I will not let!". Put on a dog chain.
Three days kept, even in toilet drove on it.
I prayed that the Lord
he talked sense into his son.
Sasha let me go to the monastery. But in the back
he shouted: "Now you are not my mother..."I remembered then that the Lord told me
in the next world, he said,
" your Son will refuse you."..
I was tonsured a nun with the name of Antonia. In Greek it is
means " acquisition in return." In the monastery, I changed my life as
then I promised the Lord.
Then I was blessed in Vyatka Glades to build a new monastery,
the abbess put. Served there. And after a heart attack to rest
asked. I came to Pskov,
then moved to Pechora. Here, near
Holy places, and pray, and breathe easier...

holy gifts.

About mother Antonia in Pechora speak with love. They say that
besides the great gift of comforting people she has the ability to see them

the essence of spiritual eyes.
"There was a time when I did," says my mother
Antony. "Then she begged God to deprive me of this gift." It's hard.
— I was told that you saw a miracle in the temple: the sacrament of turning bread and wine into the Flesh and Blood of Christ.
— It was at Easter, when the King's gate, which closes the entrance to the altar, is open. I stand near the King's gate, waiting for communion.
And I watch the priests at the altar of the sacrament create, a spear of
prosphora particles are removed. I think: how will bread become Christ's Flesh?

And here on the altar as the sun shone.
You see, instead of communion bread, the baby lies. He's so handsome, he's glowing. But
priests his spear in thumping!
Shouted at the whole temple: "do not touch
the baby!". People look at me, they don't know what's going on. I see:
the Golden bowl,
for communion, is made transparent, like glass.
And itself is filled with blood. After service with fear told about everything to the spiritual father. He reassured me:
"The Lord has shown you a miracle, rejoice!". So I live in joy. Want
to say to all: there is no death, there is eternal life.
You just need to love each
friend and be faithful to the Lord.
-Do you predict the future?"
— No. One thing I know: Russia is in for a hard time. But if we become kinder, God will forgive us...

(according to the article " the Nun came to life on the third day after death»)

Grigory Telnov, newspaper "Life", # 89 from 14.11.02)

A MESSAGE FROM MOM'S CHILDHOOD
The miracle of St. healer Panteleimon
(sorry for bad translation)

Head my mom was sick constantly, how much she could remember. The only difference was that she was sick sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker, then the pain is almost not noticeable. So I was not surprised when during my next visit home, still on the threshold of the house, the sister greeted me with the words:

– Mom's got a bad headache, even take you can't.

Now I'm going to treat her! – from some unknown sources confidence I said.

I have a really was a special medicine.

Shortly before this, in July-August 2000, in Moscow brought the head of the Holy great Martyr and healer Panteleimon from the Holy mount Athos. The queue at the Cathedral of Christ the Savior was enormous, because the Shrine in Russia remain several days before returning to Athos. People were standing for 10-12 hours, including at night.
I came to the temple after work, around seven in the evening. Found the tail of the queue somewhere on the waterfront, got an akathist to the Holy great Martyr and healer Panteleimon began to read.
I was pleasantly surprised by the Orthodox people standing in the queue in order, prayer, focusing on his thoughts. There was almost no talking. One woman frankly admitted:
- I already the third time I stand…
– What, twice failed to grow? – sympathetically asked the neighbor.
It was quite good. Yes, but both times I was not. First time we were able to cut the line, and the second time missed the familiar. And then I had a dream about me Panteleimon the Healer and said, "you And I have never been!"I woke up, the dream vanished, dressed, and here. Here and I stand. What do you think, will forgive me Saint Panteleimon?!

To the Shrine we were able to come only in the morning. At the exit of the temple all handed out in a tiny bottle of oil, consecrated on the relics of the great Martyr and healer Panteleimon. It was quite a bit of it, not more than two or three millimeters.
– Oh, and how to use it, it is so little? And it is impossible to share with others! – I asked in surprise at distributing bubbles of a monk.
– And you dilute it with another oil. Best of all – from extreme unction. The house probably have.
"There", I thought.

At home I poured in a bottle of oil, and then divided it in two, and the ebb another bottle half.
This jewel I brought in Shchors.
Leaving the suitcase on the porch, I brought only a bottle of oil from the head healer Panteleimon, and went into the bedroom, where was mom.
– Oh, kiddo, just a headache that white light can not see! complained by way of greeting mother.
Now I'll cure you! – said confidently I thought, "Not me, of course, and healer Panteleimon…»
I opened the bottle. Dropped in the oil clean the end of a match (nothing else at hand is not caught), read "our father..." and put the cross on the forehead from mom.

The consequences make me wonder still, though it has been almost twenty years.
Unexpectedly for mom, and even more for me, her nose gushing black blood. Black as tar! Mom sat up, and I only managed to insert her hands to keep the blood filled bed, and shout sister:
– Get faster any bowl!

Sister brought a bowl, helped mom sit on the edge of the bed, and the black blood flowed and flowed, filling him bottom rather capacious vessel.
And suddenly, as suddenly as it had started, the bleeding stopped. And the black liquid mass fell from the sky three bright red drops of blood mixing with her.
We watched them with amazement.
Mom turned his head to one side to the other, and smiled:
– doesn't hurt anymore!
To me, it surprised her even more than the black blood in the bowl.

– Oh, son, you just cured me.
- Not me, mom, and the Holy healer Panteleimon! – finally I kissed my mother. – It is specially butter you sent for healing. After all, you are a child, as we can tell, loved to decorate with flowers the icon in the Church for the holidays! Here you have greetings from your childhood.

Surprising was the fact that the head now mom has never been sick in the future.

Alexander Jankov
Books about the great Martyr Panteleimon in the Internet-shop "Presentation"
August 9, 2019.
http://www.pravoslavie.ru/122954.html

"demon infestation. the story of a parishioner"
(sorry for bad translation)

“I was advised to turn to a grandfather who conjured and "helped", as I explained. My bowel ached, but the doctors found nothing but a lot of mucus in it. I came to my grandfather once a week, brought a bottle of vodka and a pack of oil, over which he whispered something. Then poured a hundred and fifty grams, I drank them and a spoonful of butter snack, then lay down on the cot and rested, because drunk. Grandfather and grandmother drank the remaining vodka. One day the grandmother was not, and the grandfather the remaining vodka, drank one. Grandma, coming home, found that deprived and very angry therefore. She poured water into a glass, whispered over it for a long time, then came to me, lying on the cot, holding out a glass, ordered a drink, which I did. A malevolent smile lit up the old woman's face “ " Well, you'll remember me for a long time now”

When I got home I felt really bad, my stomach hurt, something was moving, and suddenly, against my will, I started barking, And quite loudly. Neighbors called and politely asked “Did you buy a dog?"I was horrified. Someone suggested to go to Pechory to father Adrian. It was only there that I realized what had happened to me”

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"We had a case in the Church. One parishioner's husband died with whom they went to Church. And after the 40th day my wife's mother had a dream. In it, he comes to a woman and asks her to give his wife poems. Only his wife knew he wrote poetry. I will try to translate it through an online translator:

Don't grieve! Our meeting is no accident.
About love dream all!

Gave you all of himself,
Flitting into another existence.

Think about me more often:
Your light will illuminate me!
Where there is a lot of light and heat
I will often remember you!


I have good and bad,
It feels weird...

I would wait...The door closed...
I'm not.

The world of light, prayer, joy, and spring,
Eternal spring and singing birds -
That's what I see in this world, -
Ocean love, where there is no borders!

Am I happy? Not sure yet.
I would have dreamed it all.,
I wish I could be there...
And it happened and everything came true.

My dear wife,
Don't cry, darling!
All passes, and sadness will pass.
New love covering!

Mercy and God's Judgment,
In the new unknown world inhabited,
I will remember and love you,
The joy of our meeting expecting!

Hope that the interpreter correctly translated"

"exorcism"
(sorry for bad translation)

FROM THE PERSONAL ARCHIVE. FATHER JOSEPH OF ST. PETERSBURG.

“The service in the Church has begun. People huddled together to hear father Joseph better. Was quietly and well... Suddenly there was a wild, downright animal howl. It lasted so long and on such a high note that it seemed - so incapable of screaming a living being. Maybe it's a siren.” I thought and looked around. Behind me was a woman in a black handkerchief. Her face was meaningless, her eyes stopped...

And then it began! I was in the middle of a frenzy. There were screams from all sides. Next to her, the woman was banging her head on the ledge. “Men, help!” there was a cry. The elderly heavy woman had a fit: her arms and legs were twisted and thrown by some terrible force - the woman was not to hold. She mumbled and fought off someone invisible, her face was drenched in sweat.

There was no way I wanted to believe that this was really happening, but there was no doubt about it-I saw the real suffering of people. Demons clearly not relished in this temple “Again dragged here,” -- pulled out from women husky male voice. I was beginning to understand that she had nothing to do with it-it's the devil sitting in her, and scolds her.

By the end of the service, the very devils -- “mad”, “do Not cast the spell, Joseph, don't cast the spell !” they shouted. From all corners of the Church, hoarse, slurred voices were spewing obscenities. Father Joseph began to sprinkle the parishioners and the sick with Holy water. When she hit the patient's face, she passed out and started -- falling on her back...

One girl could not come to herself in any way, and assistants asked about. Joseph to esteem over it in addition. The priest began to read. We stood one and a half meters from the patient. Suddenly all felt a strong smell of burnt sulfur. “Look, there's smoke coming out of her nostrils!” someone screamed. We really saw -- a thin black trickle “the Devil is coming out!” someone whispered...”

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"on the expulsion of the devil from people"
(sorry for bad translation)

(THE NOTES OF PRIEST-MONK)

Twenty years ago, when I was not yet a priest, I worked as a doctor in the city hospital, I thought I was walking on the territory of the Pskov Kremlin after serving in the Trinity Cathedral: I did not have a serious mentor - a spiritual father. Priests, and even experienced, could not answer all the questions that stood in front of me, who recently came to God an adult, in the “old” life managed to do a lot.
Covered by gloomy thoughts, I caught the mother of Alexander, the mother of one of the local priest. -- Would you like to come with me to N tomorrow? - she asked. -- On Thursdays there is service for the sick. - What's that got to do with me? -- It is very useful to visit, you will understand a lot. -- And I will not interfere? -"Why," said the old woman. -- Opposite. Maybe even something to help. And father there is very good. Going? At the appointed hour we met, and a half-empty bus brought us to a small town with amazing surroundings. Not far from the bus stop - a small Church in honor of the blessed virgin. The service was to take place in a cozy low chapel with many icons that covered all the walls to the ceiling.

Father, bending over the lectern, confessed. And suddenly, as soon as we walked in, a dramatic male voice loudly spoke for the whole Church: -- Old talkative, will hang over the tongue hanging in hell! The voice came from an old woman who stood by Solea's side, clutching the bars with her hands. She did not turn around and could not see who was entering the temple. The priest keenly looked at the mother to Alexander. TA, crashing to his knees, and devoutly crossing himself, muttered: “o Lord, forgive. God forgive me...” It turns out the way it is -- someone condemned, and the demons immediately demonstrated their awareness and “integrity”.
I had a lot of impressions that day! For the first time I was present in the temple at the service for the sick. There were about forty of them, but apparently because of the many voices coming from all sides, it seemed that more.

I was shocked by everything that was happening. From the choir the devil-prophet, as he called himself, constantly reminding: “I am a demon-prophet, a prophet!” He spoke through a pleasant - looking middle-aged woman. When she sang, it was no different from others, but started -- a confession or a sermon, and the devil immediately set to work, loudly uttering predictions about the future, threatening the priest: -- We shall deal with you, you're here to serve not be. They'll transfer you to the middle of nowhere -- we'll see who comes to you when the buses run once a week...
Or tell -- about the deeds of the priest of that parish, where he was a parishioner of: -- Left the monastery to live on their own. Likes old things: from temple to itself in cell -- all dragged. I denounce him, so he drives me. And this is what I came up with was to confront him during the Eucharistic Canon -- him from the throne did not move, have to listen. The devil -- began to boast that he knows everything about the future, but doesn't want to say that we are not prepared...

For the first time I came face to face with the evil power of the dark spirits. Convinced -- in the reality of their existence, saw their fierce violence against specific people and, it seems, truly understood the words of the Apostle: “for we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places”
Since then, I began to look differently - at the spiritual life of the Church, and the world in General. However, the harsh picture that opened the eyes, did not leave a depressing impression - I found a mentor, who wanted my heart. I took the meeting with the priest as a priceless gift, and everything further confirmed that it was prepared by the Providence of God.
I have not missed almost any service for the sick. Work (daily duty in the intensive care unit of the city hospital) left enough time to travel to your favorite temple. Helping the Abbot, giving him a censer or reading with the blessing of prayer, I fervently appealed to the Lord for the healing of the unfortunate. Seeing them rolling on the floor, convulsing, hissing and barking, I longed for the devil to come out here before my eyes, as it is described in the lives of the saints.
I was immensely frustrated when, having passed because of the shift -- the service of the priest, learned the next day that one hurting during Tchitchi -- jumping frog. One after the other, a little on the floor, they disappeared...

Witnessed even more impressive exorcism was my good friend. First, during occidi patient -- rolling on the floor, and the devil was screaming that will not work for anything that he, the demon of drunkenness, all serve. Then the woman wheezed, began to fight convulsively, and out of her came three demons: one large, more than two meters tall, and two smaller. They were black, like Negroes, for some reason with ropes around their necks. All present clearly saw how they -- WENT into the open window of the temple...
Alas, again this happened without me. It was explained to me, of course, that healing can be gradual, that the enemy comes even later... But... so wanted to witness the visible, final deliverance of man from the violence of the spirit of darkness! As I was naive. I was present and did not see, heard and did not understand. Only years later I was able to appreciate the enormity of the work that the priest does in the struggle for the soul of the sick.
After all, before you heal – to save people from demons, you need -- to teach people how to live a Christian life, or in the future -- it may occur the worst.

There are cases when the healed again fell ill because of their spiritual inattention, and often - stronger than before. Healing of the patient must necessarily include, relatively speaking, two periods. The first is teaching the basics of spiritual life, getting used to the rhythm of worship and learning the rules of behavior in the temple and outside it. And the second -- actually work on the expulsion of the demon. The latter is very much promoted by frequent confession and communion, contact with the Shrine, pilgrimage.

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"HELP THE ALCOHOLIC."
(sorry for bad translation)

A friend of mine, who had been drinking heavily for many years, told me what happened to him once. "Wake up, I once from a deep hangover, head hurts from yesterday, I want to drink, get drunk, and the money all spent on drink.
I lie and think what to do-where to borrow money for a drink. Suddenly I heard the door creaked and opened.

Comes-huge demon, hairy like a monkey with a pig snout, red eyes like hot coals burning on the hooves and tail and said: "That lie, get up, do not toil. Go quickly to his friend and calls his name (he lived at the other end of the village), he's got vodka, a flask, ripe and all your friends -- gathered to drink now will be." Said and then disappeared.

I did not even have time to be frightened, as he told me about vodka, so I quickly gathered there and ran, I run, and they just sat around the flask with vodka and drink, already cheerful. Seeing me, they were surprised, and you say, how do you know that we are here and now will drink? It turns out they themselves did not know an hour ago, this friend met them at the store and boasted that he had a whole flask of vodka, so they asked him to visit.

Look what care the devil has shown to this man, and all that he drank himself -- and destroyed his soul. Why do you think the devil did it? Yes, because this man was already thinking, can take up the mind, quit drinking and began to go to Church, so the devil and began to help him, so he -- did not stop drinking.
By the way, talking with many alcoholics, revealed an interesting pattern. While a person drinks and does not think to stop drinking, then he has problems with money and with drinking, but as soon as he made the decision more - not to drink, so immediately and friends and acquaintances some appear, who vying invite to drink, invite to visit, then go to visit with a bottle and pour – only drink. That's how the devil does everything to make people -- drink and destroy their souls.

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"Terrible phenomena are sometimes in the cells of monks"
(sorry for bad translation)

"We live in separate cells, but necessarily at least two people in a separate room. This is so that in case of any demonic delusions, you can knock on your neighbor's cell and ask for help.

We had a little house where there lived a monk, but now it is not allowed to live alone. Once there was such a case. After party the rules he saw that in his cell sits a man, advanced in years, and says he: -- What are you here only the sky smoke! Go back to your former occupations, you will bring much more benefit there, and, receiving the good maintenance, you will live in the pleasure.
- But how do you get out of here? The doors of the Skete are firmly locked.
-- You don't worry about it, just say and I will instantly carry you. At the gate is already three.
- Who are you? Right, demon? Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me! – exclaimed the monk who came to himself, and the evil spirit immediately disappeared. It was about twelve o'clock in the morning when the monk ran to father Ambrose and told him what had happened.
-"Yes, you had a terrible vision, – said the Elder. You had eight legiony the devil, and who he is, almost always kills.
-"How did I escape?"
-"The Lord has informed me that you are in danger, – replied FR. Ambrose, – and I have risen to prayer; and the Lord has reminded you of his terrible and glorious name, which is trembled by the infernal forces.

Yes, terrible things happen to us sometimes. But in the monastery it easier to defeat the devil, in the world also much more difficult, and eight legiony the devil, appearing, kills. And he appears to people who have not YET begun to live, but only still think about the correction of life.

Before last night, told the same FR, the devils terrible came to him and knocked at the gate, asking him to open it. In both these times FR. Boris drove away demons with Jesus prayer.

The same FR. Boris before this lived then three years in one of the corner towers of the Monastery. At this time the devils were very much annoyed him. For example, at night -- will dance over the ceiling of his cell, sing -- bad songs, play musical instruments; sometimes were in the form of -- large rats.

It is known that demons call us, Orthodox Christians, "sons of God". The Lord first created the invisible world, but his handful was indignant and fell away from God, then they were all overthrown from heaven. The place remained vacant. The Lord created the earth, decorated it like a bride. Satan's looking to see what's next, who's it for? Certainly not for us, he thinks. Then the Lord creates Adam and eve, gives them a commandment not to be eaten from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. "Oh, that's what it is, – Satan says, – we must destroy them." And ruining. Falls first eve, then Adam. Many will find it strange how God, the Almighty, allowed the devil to destroy them. But the Lord let it go to recreate Adam in Christ, to make him even better than He made him. God came down to earth and opened the way for us so that we could improve, that is, become godlike. But this path is hard, strewn with suffering.

When I was still in the world, about 40 years ago, a schemer from Athos visited me. I took it, as he could have treated, I have the money in the world was not enough. He came to me in the evening, at 7 o'clock. We sit and talk. He tells me that demons can also appear sensually. "And you, Father, were?» – ask. "Well, once in a lifetime, only seen. Once I came from the mass, went to rest before the meal, the door is locked, suddenly I see two black demons, I think, but where is it? Hear one says to the other:
- Let's kill him!
I opened my eyes.
-- He's not asleep – he is responsible.
-- Nothing, bring it quickly!
See, getting something in a shawl or clouds.
-- Throw it at him, he'll suffocate, no one will know why he died.

I stood up and made a sign of the Cross: "Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!"I'll be black demons jumped into the back of the room. Say:
-- What you, damned, from me need? Why do you hate us Orthodox Christians so much?
-- Out of envy, that God to us unfair: why you want take our seats?

-- How so?
-- Yes as, you sin, sin, and then go to the Confessor, you will whisper with it, and all to you says goodbye.
-- Yes, and you can go back to their seats.

-- How?
-- So, humble yourself, come here at least now to the icon and pray.
-- No way!
-- Well, you yourself are to blame, pride has ruined you".

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"Deadly joke"
(sorry for bad translation)

I put one interesting letter on this subject, wrote a man who himself sold his soul to the devil, today he is no longer alive. But the letter remains and this letter will warn many frivolous people looking for thrills -- from mortal danger. So.

"Dear Natalia I.! I write to you as in confession. Every single word of the letter is true. Maybe my case will serve as an example for others and thus they will not make the same mistake as I did.

I was 14 years old then. We were fooling around at my friend's. Played music, smoked, and Sasha wrote the announcement of the sale of cheap refrigerator at the request of his mother. Then we with it had to paste these announcements. Sasha asked me to help him write ads to get free faster. I started helping. I don't know why, but I probably wrote the following text for a laugh: "I Sell a sinless soul to the devil or change it for a million dollars". I thought it was fun, and I wrote three more of these ads. I showed them to my friends, they liked my idea, and they, laughing, wrote something in this spirit. One wrote that - changes the head, another - a leg, etc. When we went to glue announcements, and these too pasted - on columns, fences, houses.

The next day -- there was a terrible. Fell from a height and smashing the head-died Kostya, the one who wrote that -- turn my head. But at this point, we didn't compare it, didn't even think about it at all.
Then the next thing happened: the guy who wrote - about the leg, on the move jumping into the tram, broke, and he -- CUT off the leg. And again we about this – nothing not thought.

I also varied the rhythm of life. I stopped sleeping at night and went to sleep dead during the day. It's been a few days, it's like I got the day mixed up with the night. My parents scolded me, but I couldn't help myself. I slept on the Desk with my head in my hands. The teachers decided that it was a shock after the death of a friend and a terrible story that happened to another classmate.
On one of these days I was shaken up by a teacher and told me to go home to sleep. She spoke calmly and I was grateful to her. I really couldn't understand what was happening to me. It was like I was rebuilding and not recognizing myself. When I got home, I opened the door with a key and entered the apartment. Standing a little in the kitchen, thinking, eat or go to bed immediately. Lunch did not want to warm up. My parents weren't home. When I entered my room, I was dumbfounded, but made no sound.
In the middle of the room stood a man -- dressed in black. He was wearing a black Cape. Wavy hair fell to his shoulders. His appearance can not be described just like that. I still won't be able to convey some incomprehensible significance of the stranger emanating from him – Strength, fear and authority. It was in the look, the shape of the eyebrows, the lips.…
I had no idea that it was a thief or one of his, left in the house after the departure of parents. I perceived it as a real unreality.

-- How much is your soul worth? - he asked me in a voice that gave me the creeps. The sound was like metal scraping on metal in a hard frost.
-- What? -- I asked. In his hand -- I saw your ad. I wanted to say it was a joke, but my lips -- they wouldn't obey me.
-"Well," said the black man, " you shall have it." Million dollar.
I felt dizzy and involuntarily closed my eyes. And opening, saw, that in room no one there is no. Then I lay down and fell asleep. I woke up because my mother looked in the door and said, ' You're sleeping again.' It's just some kind of punishment. Get up, or I'll tell my father. I sat on the bed and thought. No, I decided, it just can't be, it's just a nightmare. When I got up, I went to the table to start doing my homework, and suddenly I saw my announcement on the table. The hope that it was a dream fell apart like a house of cards.

I called one of the guys we used to write those stupid ads with that ill-fated day. Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, Andrew was at home. I asked him if he remembered what we wrote in those ads. He was surprised by my question and asked why I remembered it. Without explaining the reason, I began to ask that he remembered supposedly it is very necessary to me. Apparently, my voice alerted him, and he said,:
- I think Lech wrote that kind of change-of-foot for sneakers. Why?
-- Andrew, and sneakers he had bought? - I asked.
-- Yes, his mother bought him. Why? -- And stopped. He must have understood some connection between what happened.
-- And you, what have written? - I asked him.
-- I wrote that I change my life for five in mathematics
Then I said to him: -- Andrew, think that something is happening after the day we wrote the announcement of the exchange of their souls. Lech bought shoes, and the next day he had his leg cut off by a tram. Kostya died after receiving a head injury, but he is in the ad offered to give head. You may not believe it, but I saw someone today. Come, I'll tell you something. -"I got an a in math today." I'll come running to you now, ' said Andrew and hung up.
But he did not come, he was found the next day - dead in an abandoned wasteland.

When I found out, I was hysterical. I was in the hospital being treated for a nervous breakdown. My doctor, a psychiatrist, forbade me to think about ads. He said it was a coincidence. He said I would never get out of the crisis if I kept thinking about it. I was treated with hypnosis, suggestion. Besides, time heals well too. I began to forget that inexplicable nightmare.

Past year. I learned. Fate was kind to me. And generous. I became President of the Bank. I have a wife, a son and a lot of money. And I wrote this letter because a week ago I saw from the window of my car - that black man in the crowd. He waved and pointed at my watch. I couldn't be mistaken.

I would know him among a thousand people. Besides, the day after tomorrow will be twelve years after all this happened. His gesture with the clock was very expressive, I took it as a warning. I have a million dollars, so it's time to pay the bills.


You will receive this letter if I am gone, but in my heart I fervently hope that all will be well. If anything, pray for my soul sold to the devil for a million dollars."
This letter has been received. It was taped and enclosed in a large envelope, and there was a note from the man's wife: "My husband was shot with a machine gun. I found this letter. On it was written: send in case of death to You. Please do not specify our name."

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"The proposal of selling the soul"
(sorry for bad translation)

"This story happened to my friend Eugene, 14 years ago, he was still strong and strong, growth under two meters, healthy, young man 36 years. Capable, hands of gold, but there was one problem – drinking, was separated from his wife and lived in a Dorm room the rest of his inheritance from his grandmother. It turned out that he told me about this case, which happened to him just the night before. Eugene was sober, in the morning I had to go to work, and there was no money to pay for a long time.

That's what he said. Eugene loved to read books and usually spent the evening reading books, so it was that night, the time was about one o'clock in the morning, when suddenly, at his door knocked. I must say that shortly before this incident, I went to visit him and gave him a New Testament in a yellow cover. Jack became interested and began to read the New Testament just at this time, when it was knocked. He stood up, walked to the door, and said, "Who?"He politely replied from behind the door: "Eugene N. live here? Can I come in?»

Yevgeny opened the door and sees, is worth high skinny black-haired a man. The most amazing thing is how he was dressed. He was dressed in a black coat, black trousers, a black cloak was thrown over him, he was dressed in black patent leather shoes, he had a tall black top hat on his head, and he had a long cane in his hands.
And all this man was, as if from the last century - look imperious, cold, voice steel. Eugene invited him to enter, he wondered what kind of late uninvited guest, and even in such old-fashioned clothes to him suddenly appeared at such a late time. The man was in a corner of the room and sat in a chair, and raising his head he looked Yevgeny in the eye. He smelled like a wave of some incomprehensible heavy fear.

He smiled, putting one leg over the other, taking the cane in hand, dressed in white gloves, which was very unclear and I the yard it was warm enough, was the month of September is in full swing.
The man said, "I have a proposition for you. I am ready right now to deliver to your room two boxes of vodka, a good snack and give you as much money as you want." Jack was taken aback and asked: "are You serious?» -- «Yeah.» The man in black replied, " This is more than serious! You have no idea what I can do! Want right now to your room will bring new expensive furniture, a good TV, in General, everything you want." Eugene replied: - "why would it suddenly, I can be given such an honor? I don't even have money for a bottle, so what do I owe you, all you offer me is to pay?»
And then the night guest smiling told the following: Evgeny Nikolaevich, you have very expensive goods for which I am ready - to pay any price, without bargaining. Want, you will have a smart comfortable apartment in the center, with expensive furniture, a good car and a lot of money? And I'll give it all to you for nothing."
Eugene asked: - "What can be so valuable for me-for you and at the same time - a trifle for me? I don't understand you." The man in black continued: "Yes, it's really for you – a mere trifle, do not have for you any value -- SELL me your soul!»

Only now until Jenny has peaked, who came to him in visitors. Eugene became scared and then he himself, unexpectedly for himself, abruptly stretched out his hands and grabbed the New Testament from the sofa on which he was sitting and strongly pressed it to his chest. – "Go away!"- said sharply and rudely Yevgeny.
And then the man in black -- took his gloves off with his hands, and Eugene saw from under the glove -- it seemed not an ordinary human hands, and bony feet, with long, curved claws and green scaly skin. Eugene was scared!
The man in black got up and went to the door, he stopped at the door and shook his long claw and said: "You are still a good -- think about my proposal. You live so there is not much, and though you live in the pleasure! Ah why you – your soul, what you from this understood? Better sell while I still have to buy and it's so -- and for nothing can take away." Turned and left.

Eugene rushed to the door and closed the key and then felt that all covered with cold sweat. That's what stories are in our time."

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"sold his soul to the devil"
(sorry for bad translation)

Nowadays there are a lot of people among us, among them there are big businessmen, bankers, deputies, politicians and many other successful people who for the sake of their success and financial well-being – SOLD their souls to the devil.

"This is a very real story from the life that the Lord has allowed me to know. About three years ago I accidentally struck up on the Internet acquaintance with a man, he met with my book and we started correspondence. He fell as him seemed in desperate position, so of course, not immediately, but he me all told. Told about how he has more than 10 years ago -- I SOLD my soul to the devil.
Yes, he openly and honestly said, "I -- sold my soul, SOLD it -- for the money and a good life, but how severely I was mistaken!»
Victor was the name of that person to the sale of his soul -- was an unfortunate businessman, his business collapsed, so he climbed into large debts that had to pay, the wife got tired of such life and she left him, friends turned away, one time Victor even started drinking, but then slowly came around and began to think, what to do, how and what to do next? And then he remembered that type, if you sell your soul to the devil, you can get good money, and Victor decided to try it.
How he did it, Victor did not say, but said that a thin man in black had come to the appointed place and time. Victor wrote him a regular receipt, which SELLS its soul-for the help in business and a few million dollars and that the receipt took.

Everything was somehow ordinary, nothing happened at this meeting, but then began -- miracles...

Business began to develop rapidly - income - flowed in a river, Victor in a short time completely forgot about the time when he had no money. Bought one good car, six months later, bought a Mercedes, then more. I bought an expensive luxury apartment with a penthouse, then built a large country house, constantly began to go to rest abroad, bought a Villa in Spain. Now he already owned a large construction company, expensive restaurants, women, life, as they say - was in full swing!
So it's been a few years. And then, all he had suddenly tired, money, cars, women -- ceased to please, besides, somehow staying in front of the traffic light he suddenly saw -- the man in black, Victor immediately recognized him, although I haven't seen him around and had a lot of people, and he kindly nodded and waved my hand -- for hours.
And Victor realized that it was time for him to PAY the bills for his great life. And then, then he became scared for the first time, before it finally came and he realized truly what it means to "SELL your soul", it meant Death. And he die prematurely, in the Wake of his successful life – do not want…
Then began the strangeness, he suddenly began to catch myself thinking about suicide, eating in the car while driving, suddenly had a crazy idea that we should push the car and crash -- either in a post or in the wall of the house. These thoughts were so strong and obsessive that he did not know how to get rid of them. Here, in this complex and terrible moment we met him on the Internet.

When Victor told me about the sale of his soul and that it was time to pay the bills, I suggested that he go to Church and confess his grave sin. For a long time I tried to convince him, but could not, Victor stubbornly refused to believe that the Lord can help him and save him from imminent death in his opinion.

Then he told me with sadness that the man in black had come to him and told him to prepare – his time was over. More we have not talked to him – Victor's not been in touch. I think that he is no longer alive, usually all sold their souls to the devil – after a certain time died. So terrible end their lives all the people – sold their souls... For everything in life – you have to pay."

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"guests from hell"
(sorry for bad translation)

Two girls who had an illegal relationship with soldiers
and those who lived together, in one of the Yuletide evenings were sad that
not with them of their kind and constantly repeated: "Ah, if it came,
what fun we would have had!"Flushed with passion, in action
to demonic, they began to guess, looking in a mirror. Suddenly one with
with frenzied joy he shouts: "they Will, they will!»
Around midnight
the unfortunate hear the noise from the sledge runners, voices under the window, then a knock at the
hay doors. One heart leapt with joy; she runs, opens,
greets guests and rushes into the arms of her lover. Another
something scared, she's scared. It seems to her that the guests smell
dead, grave cold, so her blood seemed to freeze. Company
meanwhile, stick to her, and it seems to her that from the eyes of her lover
sparks sparkle, and he is ready to devour her with his eyes. In fear she
runs out of the hut, runs into a warm chicken coop, baptizes all the corners, walls,
doors, Windows, and neither alive nor dead sits in the corner. In the hut meanwhile
a terrible commotion arose: knocking, noise, whistling, songs. The night has passed.
The peasant stood for a long time and wonder for a long time not seeing the fun neighbors.
About noon some decided to visit them, but the lodger is not, and in the hut
the worst of the mess. They look for them, call them by name, and the poor girl and
now he dares not come out. Finally find it and carried out of besplatnuu
coop's. The other was found underground dead, half the body stuck in
a leavened tub, beaten and disfigured to the point where it's hard to recognize it.

Miraculously escaped from this demonic feast, the girl gave up her life
rampant, wandered the Holy places and a few years later
entered the monastery. And the soldiers, whose faces on this miserable night
imagined demons, halomethane terrible event, corrected and
they lived a true Christian life.

BLACK SHADOW
(sorry for bad translation)

"MY NAME IS TATIANA, I WANT TO TELL YOU A STORY. I was 20. All my girl friends had a hobby or some Hobbies. I also did not lag behind: I was keen on divination on Tarot cards. I thought I had learned to feel them, to read them, to understand them. I liked to predict the future state of things: it is friendship, and work, and, of course, the relationship with the opposite sex.

I lived in a large, spacious room. At night it was bright, as it was illuminated by a huge spotlight from the street. And then one night IT started... as soon As I closed my eyes, I SUDDENLY STARTED to FLY SOME SHADE. IT WAS SO SCARY. I opened my eyes and saw that the room was empty and there was no one. But as soon as I closed my eyes, the horror was repeated again and again. The shadows seemed to fly over his face, because there was a breath of air. I got up, turned on the light, reassured myself that everything was fine, went to bed, and it all started again. Three or four nights almost drove me crazy. About any prayer on a dream coming I then did not know and did not want to hear. I didn't tell anyone about it, afraid they'd think I was crazy.

And now, if someone told me to read "OUR FATHER" and "LORD have MERCY!".

I read and fell asleep, and then I woke up and read again. I knew that the shadows do not disappear, they are in the room, BUT I FELT the PROTECTION FROM THEM. His heart began to beat more evenly, his breathing calmed down. Once again, going to bed, I asked aloud: "What is IT? How long is THIS going to last?»

And so I dream: I go to my room, lit by a spotlight, and in the room the ENTIRE CEILING IN BLACK SHADOW WITH a TERRIBLE PERSONS. And in the corner on the bedside table sits a naked baby in a Lotus position, and his face — a very terrible and experienced evil creatures. He was 45 years old. I ask him: "who do you belong to?"His gaze is eerie, as if he is seducing something. And he says: "I am thine, YOURS!"I have to look away: TERRIBLY! The shadows are moving. I turn to them: "You whose, where?"They laugh, whisper and say: "WE are YOURS, WE are HERE," AND pointing AT the DECK of CARDS ON the NIGHTSTAND...

CARDS I BURNED IN THE MORNING. I fasted, confessed and took communion then for the first time in my life, as it should be. It was deliberate...

Cards, fortune-tellers, psychics, programs about clairvoyance — all now associate with the horror that I experienced that night...

Good people, live with God, with prayer! Run from evil!
NEVER GUESS ON THE CARDS!"

Wasps, hornet's nest, bumblebees. My observations of wasps.:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyH.....d_Nb8&t=7s