Екатерина Нугманова – Games of the Gods (страница 2)

Sometimes, this is a parasitic relationship where the demon feeds off the vital energy of the host, but sometimes the demon can also help its host in various ways. It often happens that the demon helps the person achieve great success in their career and work, while protecting them from harm. These people and the demons who live inside them are called symbionts, or co-inhabitants. They are not fully human, but they look like ordinary people.

The purpose of our meeting with Anastasia was to share experiences. She invited me to a very expensive restaurant, where it is not clear which fork is meat and which is fish. Even though I was wearing decent clothes and had diamonds on my hands and ears, I still didn't feel comfortable. If I hadn't been cold and reserved and looked at people as if they were nothing. They wouldn't even let me in this pretentious place.

Anastasia was already waiting for me, smoking and drinking coffee from a beautiful mug.

"You're late." Sit down. – The phrase was an order that brooked no objections.

I took out my phone and looked at the time.

– No, I'm on time. You're the one who came earlier. I answer coldly, sitting down at her table.

A waiter approached us, as pretentious as the restaurant in which we were sitting.

– Madam, we don't smoke here. He turned hysterically to Anastasia Petrovna.

– And I smoke. Anastasia Petrovna said.

– I have to fine you, we don't.. .– The waiter did not finish.

– I'll pay the fine. And so (she took out $100 from her purse) This is for you, leave us girls alone. Katya, do you want coffee? I nodded. I'll have another cognac, please.– She said importantly with a kind of bantering smile, crossing her legs.

The waiter left, taking the money. He returned two minutes later with a cappuccino and a drink in a rich jug.

After that, we got straight to the point. I shared my experiences with Gods and spirits, and Anastasia told me about her practice of working with the mentally ill. She has a doctorate in psychology and psychotherapy. Well, as she explained. Twenty years of experience in psychiatric hospitals. After working there for many years, she realized that such hospitals do not treat the mentally ill, especially if the patient has a serious illness such as schizophrenia. At least, the treatment that doctors give their patients does not help them. The fact is that psychology is the science of the soul. Modern science does not recognize the soul as such. Only the flesh and blood of our bodies is what our science perceives. But the soul exists and it is very vulnerable.

Anastasia's family had either a sorcerer's great-grandfather or a whisperer's grandmother, but that's not the point. The bottom line is that she had the rights to witchcraft and began to move along this path. Having learned something, she began to apply her knowledge in practice, including to the patients of the psychiatric hospital in which she worked. She fumigated the spaces of the premises with herbs.

Anastasia whispered and conjured. Purifying the auras of her patients, whom she was assigned to as a doctor. Her patient was getting better, but they were not completely cured. One of her patients was schizophrenic. Anastasia called him Cyril. Cyril has a crazy dad. Kirill became Anastasia's guinea pig and the love of her life. It was with the help of this experience gained with Kirill that she became one of the elite, a very rare and highly focused specialist. She told me the principle of the technique. The essence of this technique is that through the eyes you need to enter the head (the mental space of a person) into his thoughts and feelings. Warning that this is a very energy-consuming ritual, and sometimes even dangerous for your consciousness.

– Every person has his own demon Katya. The demons in people can be so powerful that they can even crush you mentally. If you feel in danger, immediately disconnect from the person. – Flicking a cigarette into an ashtray, she instructed me.

– But what type of people besides practitioners and mystics has such a powerful sub-tenant that his power can harm your consciousness too? – I asked.

"The killers. Maniacs. The mercenaries. – That was her answer.

The lecture continued. I learned from Anastasia that souls can also be collected. Only the souls of those people who are dead, and their souls are torn to shreds. It is important to find images of these people, their faces, and necessarily their names.

– The name Katya is not only what you call yourself, it's who you feel like. – Anastasia said, and with that our meeting came to an end.

Yes, she's completely right about that. The most important method of witchcraft is the name. Words rule this world. Only he who knows the true names is omnipotent. Whoever identified himself revealed himself to the enemy and has already been defeated. Therefore, in the West, children are given many names. Therefore, at baptism they are called by the name. All rituals fall on people through the name, too. A person's name is the key to it.

Story 2 .The death of a sorcerer.

I'd rather not go on about my husband's car, but I have to say that it wasn't a pleasant experience. I don't enjoy driving, especially in his car, and we seem to have a difficult relationship. Throughout the journey, I had an uneasy feeling that something unpleasant would happen. And sure enough, that's exactly what happened.

The weather turned cloudy and dark quickly. I turned on the radio to distract myself, but after listening for about half an hour, I began to swear profanely at the DJs. I can't help wondering if they're smoking or taking drugs, but that's not my place to judge. In today's world, where everyone seems to be doing something wrong, I'm the only one who stays sober and avoids all harmful substances. That may be why I'm always feeling so sad.

So, let's sum up. The Novgorod region. Spring is a car and I. And I got stuck in the mud. Well, rather, the car got stuck. I'm trying to get out. No way. I'm stuck. The internet is down, the connection is poor. The place where I'm stuck is near the village of Malye Gavnyuki. The name is different, of course, but that's how I'll refer to it.

Night had fallen, and I decided to leave my car and walk to the village. I wasn't scared, but I was furious. I was hungry, and the desire to eat was overwhelming. It was a strong, almost uncontrollable urge. I gathered my things and headed towards the only house with lights on.

The village of Malye Gavnyuki was abandoned like many other Russian villages. In the distance, I saw an old, leaning church and a cemetery. From a distance, it was clear that the cemetery was in disrepair. The moonlight illuminated the scene, making it eerily beautiful. The fog added to the atmosphere, and the crows' cawing in the churchyard completed the picture.

It was like a scene from a horror movie, but there was no need for special effects. The atmosphere was enough to create a sense of dread and unease. However, despite the eerie surroundings, my hunger was still the main focus. I continued walking towards the house, determined to find food.

I was tired, angry, and hungry, but I guess I wasn't scared. As I moved towards the house with the light on, it felt like it was guiding me, focusing my attention on my goal.

At some point, walking to the house became very difficult. My path was through knee-high grass and waist-high shrubs, and it seemed like an unknown force was trying to pull me down. It felt like a sticky web was flying into my face, but I wiped it away with a handkerchief and kept going. Invisible bonds seemed to be holding me back, but finally, I understood what was happening. These creatures are called shaitans, or lesser demons.

I concentrated and said to myself, "I forbid you, it is my will to leave you behind."

Then I move freely, reaching the cabin. His life and time were not spared. The house was old, dilapidated and dirty, with a rickety porch. But it is clear that people live in this house.

I'm knocking. An old man opens the door for me, with an old wrinkled face and evil unpleasant eyes. I would call those eyes young with a devilish twinkle.

– Hello. Let the owner in for the night. The car is broken, the connection is not working. I'm tired, hungry, and I think I have a cold. – Sneezing at the same time, I said.

– Well, come in, if you've come. – Said the grandfather.

When I entered this strange old man's house, I felt dizzy. I just crossed the threshold of the house and it was like I was hit in the back of the head with a mace. I even swayed a little.

– The girl is strong. It's a pity that she's not a man, it would be better if she were. – the old man grumbled.

I felt sick. It was like my body's battery had run out and I was completely drained. "Don't shout, go lie down and sleep. There was metal in the old man's voice. He gave an order that could not be questioned. Besides, I did not have the strength to argue.

Now, I understand that a force led me to the old man. I do not know what his powers are for. I know that my car didn't stall by accident half a kilometer from his house. This isn't a coincidence. The old man is a sorcerer, and very skilled. If it weren't for the protection the curator gave me, he would have broken my will and I would be at his mercy. Even though I didn't bow, I still owe him. I have nowhere to go. I feel sick and cold, and I don't have any cash on me. Everything is on my card. I don't even wear gold right now. I only have a silver ring and three cubic zirconia earrings in my ears. Yes, I am a fool. But if I'm here, that's what my supervisor needs. There are no accidents in my life, and this is probably another quest he has for me.