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😉 Greetings to everyone who wandered into this site in search of stories. “Help of a healer” is a real story that took place in the early 90s. At that time, a stream of suffering was drawn to psychics and healers of all stripes.
People bore their grief and troubles in the hope of a miracle. My aunt Claudia also hoped for him: one of her sons had big problems with alcohol.
By profession, he was a truck driver. And about the people of this profession, legends are constantly circulating: they say, either a womanizer or an alcoholic. So it combined both.
He categorically refused the help of qualified specialists. And what kind of man “in his right mind” would go to a narcologist for help? At the family council, it was decided to take him to a healer grandmother living in a neighboring village. In general, the next day they loaded the unfortunate man into the car and set off. They took me with them too.
At that time I was twelve years old, so I will not remember all the details of this visit. But here is something left in my memory. The healer’s tilted hut was not particularly welcoming. Personally, I immediately had a desire to leave as soon as possible, but I had no choice – I asked for this trip myself.
Dangerous help
On the threshold we were met by an old wrinkled grandmother of the most ominous appearance, untidy and rude. But most terrible of all was the sharp gaze of her black eyes – it seemed that she was looking straight into the very soul and seeing right through you.
When the manipulations began on my aunt’s son, I sat nearby and watched the process. They put him on the bench, the grandmother took sour bread, sprinkled something, rolled it into a ball and began to whisper something. Then she began to roll this ball over the alcoholic’s stomach.
To be honest, it was ridiculous to watch. And although icons were placed throughout the room, something unkind was felt in the house, some kind of heavy atmosphere was pressing on the shoulders like a dead weight. This feeling disappeared only upon returning home.
Disastrous result
What about your aunt’s son? Did the help of the healer work? No! He never got rid of the green serpent. On the contrary, he began to drink even more, and after a while alcohol sent him to the next world.
Many years later, I accidentally found out that the so-called “rolling on bread” is a way to remove spoilage. Quite a common remedy for all sorts of healers and sorcerers. But bread is like a matrix, what you write down is what you convey.
My aunt recently recalled this incident and ended the story with an interesting detail. Someone from the village said that the healer’s son abused alcohol, and he slept on the very bench where the aunt’s son was put.
If everything is correctly compared, it turns out that he was simply “rolled” from the healer’s son-alcoholic even greater craving for alcohol, which killed him.
If I correctly folded this mosaic, the picture in the end is not rosy. Perhaps some witch doctors (or real witches?) Are not God’s servants at all, even if there are many icons in their house. Therefore, it is better not to mess with them …
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