I noticed it a long, long time ago even as a student. Then we were brought up according to Makarenko, and at the slightest disobedience, the boys would cut their hair "zero number". When we lined up for physical or morning gymnastics, the red spots shone on their necks. But then I wasn't paying attention, I just didn't know what it was about. Once my friend Miroslav had his hair cut, and a not very pleasant female person kept telling him "Kelcho, kelcho... because of the spot on the back of his head. And he had an imbalance - that's probably why, unconsciously, he sought contact with me, he felt better. Apparently these spots are characteristic of my approach to people. Retracing the events, putting the puzzle together, I understand that actually the people with whom I have had progressive contact, in a non-taunting, non-confrontational sense, have always been people with a stain. That's why I call "suffering brothers". They accepted me - with all my flaws and quirks, they sought communication and contact with me, they instinctively felt relief, not knowing that the reason was hidden in my energy.
And what a miracle it was in the barracks! Bare necks, side by side in line. And spots - lots and lots of spots. Then I thought it was from the pillows, from the collars, I know... But the real reason never occurred to me. In fact, it is still the same now, thousands of people see them, they know they are there - but they don't pay attention.
The years passed. I worked with the people in the biotherapy experimental office in "Ovcha Kupel" - streams flowed by
in need. I was tormented by doubts whether what I was doing was real, whether it was not a self-suggestion of the people - by touching the healer - they heal themselves, as it happens in Holy Mountain, Cross Forest and many other holy places. How much does it take to tell yourself that you're going to be okay and let that feeling bring you to me? Isn't it all just an illusion? Who am I, what am I, how can I prove that it is energy that does the healing? Questions, questions... They tortured me, they beat me, they didn't give me peace...
Then I began to pray to the gods. No, I don't mean anything irrational, nor did I go to church or do any shamanic spells. I just walked the streets and prayed: "Lord, help me! What am I? I will kiss the footsteps of the one who shows me something, some sign.
And apparently they heard me. But it didn't happen suddenly, but gradually. Seven years were to pass. Obviously to get build up, experience, tutorials, browsing on my end. To look at suffering. To be tested, will I get used to it or will I experience each pain as the only one. And maybe each "student" has to walk a certain path in order to be given the opportunity to summarize? I do not know. Strange is another. I used to see the spots but didn't notice them. Shortly before Vanga left, my attention adjusted and focused in this direction. Every day, on the back of every second person, I highlighted the spot. Different in shape, size, saturation, color. I went crazy. I borrowed a camera from a friend and took pictures, took pictures, took pictures... and not a single picture came out. I got another one of the self-directing ones. I ruined three strips - only some greasy spots appear and that's it. It was as if someone was grabbing the image and taking it somewhere in
being. I go to a friend from Krasi Milanov, and shout to him: "Listen, give me some super professional camera, these spots are there, but until I show them in a photo, no one will believe." Krasi gave me a very expensive do-it-yourself device, except it doesn't beep. Setting, pointing, focusing all automatic, camera and rattle. Six bars in a row I clicked to be on the safe side - same thing! I even wanted to cry at the same time from helplessness and bewilderment.
But back to Vanga. The woman fell ill, and I put a note in my office with a request: "People, think of this holy woman! Let's help her in this difficult time!". We all together sent a good thought, good energy, good wish to the Bulgarian Prophetess. And I think - the first time we managed to help by joining the common efforts. It didn't work the second time. She has no days, dear. Left. That same ominous night of August 11, 1996, a sort of neon cloud enveloped me in bed. To this day, I don't understand what happened then. But another miracle happened in the morning, my legs, guided by some force, took me straight to the battle. I wander aimlessly around the stalls, wondering what I'm doing there, and a man approaches and says: "Hey, how long have I been waiting to give you this device!". Can you imagine, he's a camera dealer, his stall is full of all kinds of goods, and he hands me some broken - Russian typewriter, as old as the world. "Take it scary!". And I, Vika, is it, right? I was so crazy about this topic that I was just waiting for someone to hand it to me for a symbolic sum, I agreed. He gave me enough to get rid of it. And oh my God! That's exactly what this broken veteran did
the photos that the super professional camera couldn't handle! In the meantime, patients gave me a newer Zenith model (so is the veteran), but I wouldn't. It broke. Nothing happened (or that you don't believe in providences and signs). And the broken man clicked the pictures, they came out without error. The spots on people's necks could be seen clearly and distinctly. But then I very naively thought that these were some kind of visualized spells and by removing the stain I imagined that I was spoiling the spell (I realize that at that moment I resembled those primitive peoples who thought that the earth rested on their backs of elephants and is flat). But it was. And it never crossed my mind that this could be Emotional Breakdown Syndrome.
Another long year has passed. I cleared the spots, people got better, but I kept thinking I was ruining spells. Although something inside was gnawing at me. And one day... it was August 28, 1998. I remember the date of the death of Tsar Boris III (does its mysteriousness have something to do with the case?). A girl came into my office, I didn't know her at all, she was coming for the first time. The moment I walked towards it, the ILLUMINATION came! I have no idea what was leading in the case, did the accumulation turn out to be enough, did the date suggest, did the girl unlock some mechanism... I already knew what it was about.
The appearance of this spot, I tend to call it "life mark" or "health screen" is a signal of energy, hormonal, emotional imbalance in the body. I don't know the reason for its appearance. I don't understand why it "liked" the back of the person's head. However, I am sure that it is a question of impaired emotional perception. The people
calls this phenomenon "magic" in ordinary language. For me, it's Emotional Breakdown Syndrome (EBS). I tend to look at it as a virus just as contagious, just as unaffected by distance, just as it spreads from person to person until it covers whole families, clans, groups and communities. It infects you, lurking around and waiting for the right environment and situation to strike you. If you succeed, a red spot appears on your neck, you don't feel well, you get sick. My task is with bioenergy - to ignore the Syndrome, to restore the disturbed imbalance, to regulate the body's functions. If this happens, the spot disappears. The person is healthy.
And here I should clarify something very important. Not everyone has a spot, not everyone is necessarily infected. He may be seriously ill, even dying and still not have a spot. The stain is only evidence of an imbalance of emotional perception. When there is nothing left to debalance, there is no stain. According to the observation of relatives of deceased people, the scar disappears between ten days before death and 12 hours after it. That is, the stain shows, but cannot change the imbalance in the body. Like the red tank light in the car - it lights up, warns, but no one cares that the car will go out. A red mark on the back of the head means that you are infected and you need to find a way to get rid of this infection. To find a gas station, to fill up. I am something like a gas station for people - they come to me several times to fill up while
They reach that state of moving on their own.
Here, for the sake of this knowledge, of this awakening, summed up in just a few lines - were the seven years' quests, a moment
-doubts, wanderings. Sounds very simple, right? It sounds like that to me now too. But the path traveled - to the shortest way to bring a person back to order - was by no means easy.