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Chapter 41. Valentina
Next. I go to meet with Valentina and Masha Mikh. We meet in a restaurant
and start talking. Suddenly, a Spirit enters me. And that same Spirit enters
Valentina. So the Spirit, through me, tells her what to do, what not to do,
what to fix in her life, and so on. And likewise, the Spirit speaks through her
to give me all sorts of hints — that’s how it was. What else? I notice that while
we are talking, Valentina and I are as if in a bubble, a vacuum where time
flows differently. Because when you are in the Spirit, everything changes
— the very atmosphere. We talked for many hours, I don’t know how many,
maybe six, but it felt like only half an hour. Time flew by so quickly, yet our
conversation was so expansive; time was completely warped. While we were
having this conversation, and Masha Mikh was participating in the dialogue,
I saw — or rather, the Spirit saw through me — that Masha Mikh was not in
the Spirit. She was in her own separate world. I saw that the flow of energy
wasn’t reaching her the way it reached Valentina and me; she was depleted.
There was no energy in her, and she was already consuming the energy
meant for her internal organs, for her body and organism. She was feeding
on that energy because she had no external or third-party energy; everything
was blocked. Beyond that, I saw that she wasn’t “with” us. Imagine — it felt
as if the person had been seated at a completely separate table. It was very
strange. Naturally, I tell her all of this. She says she’s irritated by the people
at the next table, by certain sounds, and other things. She attributes this to
being “sensitive.” I tell her: “Masha, I am sensitive too. Believe me, perhaps
even more sensitive. Но the sign of being irritated by everything around you
is the underworld. Look, I’m sensitive, your mother is sensitive, Valentina
is sensitive, but we don’t see or hear anyone else, and nothing irritates
us because we are in a different ‘kingdom,’ so to speak.” I realized that
Masha Mikh was in hell. Before this, I had met another person who was also
in hell. I began to see that some people, who had never done anything bad to
me and were very modest and well-mannered, had nonetheless remained
in hell. Why they stayed there is the question. But it was felt very clearly,
visible to the naked eye. This scared me a little. Seriously. How can I put it?
For me, Masha Mikh was always an example, the person who essentially
Next. I go to meet with Valentina and Masha Mikh. We meet in a restaurant
and start talking. Suddenly, a Spirit enters me. And that same Spirit enters
Valentina. So the Spirit, through me, tells her what to do, what not to do,
what to fix in her life, and so on. And likewise, the Spirit speaks through her
to give me all sorts of hints — that’s how it was. What else? I notice that while
we are talking, Valentina and I are as if in a bubble, a vacuum where time
flows differently. Because when you are in the Spirit, everything changes
— the very atmosphere. We talked for many hours, I don’t know how many,
maybe six, but it felt like only half an hour. Time flew by so quickly, yet our
conversation was so expansive; time was completely warped. While we were
having this conversation, and Masha Mikh was participating in the dialogue,
I saw — or rather, the Spirit saw through me — that Masha Mikh was not in
the Spirit. She was in her own separate world. I saw that the flow of energy
wasn’t reaching her the way it reached Valentina and me; she was depleted.
There was no energy in her, and she was already consuming the energy
meant for her internal organs, for her body and organism. She was feeding
on that energy because she had no external or third-party energy; everything
was blocked. Beyond that, I saw that she wasn’t “with” us. Imagine — it felt
as if the person had been seated at a completely separate table. It was very
strange. Naturally, I tell her all of this. She says she’s irritated by the people
at the next table, by certain sounds, and other things. She attributes this to
being “sensitive.” I tell her: “Masha, I am sensitive too. Believe me, perhaps
even more sensitive. Но the sign of being irritated by everything around you
is the underworld. Look, I’m sensitive, your mother is sensitive, Valentina
is sensitive, but we don’t see or hear anyone else, and nothing irritates
us because we are in a different ‘kingdom,’ so to speak.” I realized that
Masha Mikh was in hell. Before this, I had met another person who was also
in hell. I began to see that some people, who had never done anything bad to
me and were very modest and well-mannered, had nonetheless remained
in hell. Why they stayed there is the question. But it was felt very clearly,
visible to the naked eye. This scared me a little. Seriously. How can I put it?
For me, Masha Mikh was always an example, the person who essentially