The real scariest stories about the death of a person. Eyewitness accounts of life after life. Hidden death of father

Based on the materials of the newspaper "AiF"

There is life after death. And there are thousands of testimonials to that. Until now, fundamental science has brushed aside such stories. However, as Natalya Bekhtereva, a famous scientist who has studied the activity of the brain all her life, said, our consciousness is such matter that it seems that the keys to the secret door have already been picked up. But ten more are revealed behind it ... What is still behind the door of life?

She sees through everything...

Galina Lagoda was returning with her husband in a Zhiguli from a country trip. Trying to disperse on a narrow highway with an oncoming truck, my husband swerved sharply to the right ... The car was crushed against a tree standing by the road.

intravision

Galina was brought to the Kaliningrad regional hospital with severe brain damage, ruptures of the kidneys, lungs, spleen and liver, and many fractures. The heart stopped, the pressure was at zero.

“Flying through the black space, I found myself in a shining, light-filled space,” Galina Semyonovna tells me twenty years later. Standing in front of me was a huge man dressed in dazzling white. I couldn't see his face because of the beam of light directed at me. "Why did you come here?" he asked sternly. "I'm very tired, let me rest a little." "Rest and come back - you still have a lot to do."

Having regained consciousness after two weeks, during which she was balancing between life and death, the patient told the head of the intensive care unit, Yevgeny Zatovka, how the operations were carried out, which of the doctors stood where and what they did, what equipment they brought, from which cabinets what they got.

After another operation on a shattered arm, Galina asked an orthopedic doctor during a morning medical round: “Well, how is your stomach?” From amazement, he did not know what to answer - indeed, the doctor was tormented by pain in his stomach.

Now Galina Semyonovna lives in harmony with herself, believes in God and is not at all afraid of death.

"Flying like a cloud"

Yuri Burkov, a reserve major, does not like to reminisce about the past. His wife Lyudmila told his story:
- Yura fell from a great height, broke his spine and received a head injury, lost consciousness. After cardiac arrest, he lay in a coma for a long time.

I was under terrible stress. During one of her visits to the hospital, she lost her keys. And the husband, finally regaining consciousness, first of all asked: “Did you find the keys?” I shook my head in fear. “They are under the stairs,” he said.

Only many years later, he confessed to me: while he was in a coma, he saw my every step and heard every word - and no matter how far I was from him. He flew in the form of a cloud, including where his dead parents and brother live. The mother persuaded her son to return, and the brother explained that they were all alive, only they no longer had bodies.

Years later, sitting at the bedside of his seriously ill son, he reassured his wife: “Lyudochka, don’t cry, I know for sure that now he will not leave. Another year will be with us." And a year later, at the commemoration of his dead son, he admonished his wife: “He did not die, but only before you and I moved to another world. Trust me, I've been there."

Savely KASHNITSKY, Kaliningrad - Moscow

Childbirth under the ceiling

“While the doctors were trying to pump me out, I observed an interesting thing: a bright white light (there is nothing like it on Earth!) and a long corridor. And now I seem to be waiting to enter this corridor. But then the doctors revived me. During this time, I felt that THERE is very cool. I didn’t even want to leave!”

These are the memories of 19-year-old Anna R., who survived clinical death. Such stories can be found in abundance on Internet forums where the topic of "life after death" is discussed.

light in the tunnel

The light at the end of the tunnel, pictures of life flashing before our eyes, a feeling of love and peace, meetings with deceased relatives and a certain luminous being - patients who returned from the other world tell about this. True, not all, but only 10-15% of them. The rest did not see and did not remember anything at all. The dying brain does not have enough oxygen, so it is "buggy" - skeptics say.

Disagreements among scientists have reached the point that a new experiment was recently announced. For three years, American and British doctors will study the testimony of patients whose hearts have stopped or whose brains have been switched off. Among other things, the researchers are going to lay out various pictures on the shelves in intensive care units. You can see them only by soaring up to the very ceiling. If patients who have experienced clinical death retell their content, then the consciousness is really able to leave the body.

One of the first who tried to explain the phenomenon of near-death experience was Academician Vladimir Negovsky. He founded the world's first Institute of General Resuscitation. Negovsky believed (and since then the scientific view has not changed) that the "light at the end of the tunnel" is due to the so-called tubular vision. The cortex of the occipital lobes of the brain dies off gradually, the field of view narrows to a narrow band, giving the impression of a tunnel.

In a similar way, doctors explain the vision of pictures of a past life flashing before the eyes of a dying person. The structures of the brain fade away, and then are restored unevenly. Therefore, a person manages to remember the most vivid events that have been deposited in memory. And the illusion of leaving the body, according to doctors, is the result of a malfunction of nerve signals. However, skeptics are at an impasse when it comes to answering more tricky questions. Why do people who are blind from birth see and then describe in detail what is happening in the operating room around them at the moment of clinical death? And there is such evidence.

Leaving the body - a defensive reaction

It is curious, but many scientists do not see anything mystical in the fact that consciousness can leave the body. The only question is what conclusion to draw from this. Dmitry Spivak, a leading researcher at the Institute of the Human Brain of the Russian Academy of Sciences, who is a member of the International Association for the Study of Near-Death Experiences, assures that clinical death is just one of the options for an altered state of consciousness. “There are a lot of them: these are dreams, and a drug experience, and a stressful situation, and a consequence of illnesses,” he says. “According to statistics, up to 30% of people at least once in their lives felt out of the body and watched themselves from the side.”

Dmitry Spivak himself investigated the mental state of women in labor and found out that about 9% of women experience “leaving the body” during childbirth! Here is the testimony of 33-year-old S.: “During childbirth, I had a lot of blood loss. Suddenly, I began to see myself from under the ceiling. Pain disappeared. And about a minute later, she also unexpectedly returned to her place in the ward and again began to experience severe pain. It turns out that "out of the body" is a normal phenomenon during childbirth. Some kind of mechanism embedded in the psyche, a program that works in extreme situations.

Undoubtedly, childbirth is an extreme situation. But what could be more extreme than death itself?! It is possible that "flight in the tunnel" is also a protective program, which turns on at a fatal moment for a person. But what will happen to his consciousness (soul) next?

“I asked one dying woman: if there really is something THERE, try to give me a sign,” recalls Andrey Gnezdilov, MD, who works at the St. Petersburg Hospice. “And on the 40th day after her death, I saw her in a dream. The woman said, "This is not death." Long years of work in the hospice convinced me and my colleagues that death is not the end, not the destruction of everything. The soul continues to live.

Dmitry PISARENKO

Cup and polka dot dress

This story was told by Andrey Gnezdilov, MD: “During the operation, the patient's heart stopped. The doctors were able to start him, and when the woman was transferred to intensive care, I visited her. She lamented that she was not operated on by the surgeon who promised. But she could not see a doctor, being all the time in an unconscious state. The patient said that during the operation, some kind of force pushed her out of the body. She calmly looked at the doctors, but then she was seized with horror: what if I die without having time to say goodbye to my mother and daughter? And her consciousness instantly moved home. She saw that her mother was sitting, knitting, and her daughter was playing with a doll. Then a neighbor came in and brought a polka-dot dress for her daughter. The girl rushed to her, but touched the cup - it fell and broke. The neighbor said: “Well, this is good. Apparently, Yulia will be discharged soon.” And then the patient was again at the operating table and heard: "Everything is in order, she is saved." Consciousness returned to the body.

I went to visit the relatives of this woman. And it turned out that during the operation ... a neighbor with a polka-dot dress for a girl looked in on them and a cup was broken.

This is not the only mysterious case in the practice of Gnezdilov and other workers of the St. Petersburg hospice. They are not surprised when a doctor dreams about his patient and thanks him for his care, for his touching attitude. And in the morning, having arrived at work, the doctor finds out: the patient died at night ...

Church opinion

Priest Vladimir Vigilyansky, head of the press service of the Moscow Patriarchate:

Orthodox people believe in an afterlife and immortality. In the Holy Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments there are many confirmations and testimonies to this. We consider the very concept of death only in connection with the coming resurrection, and this mystery ceases to be such if we live with Christ and for the sake of Christ. “Whoever lives and believes in Me will never die,” says the Lord (John 11:26).

According to legend, the soul of the deceased in the first days walks in those places where she worked the truth, and on the third day ascends to heaven to the throne of God, where until the ninth day she is shown the abodes of the saints and the beauty of paradise. On the ninth day, the soul again comes to God, and it is sent to hell, where ungodly sinners reside and where the soul goes through thirty-day ordeals (tests). On the fortieth day, the soul again comes to the Throne of God, where it appears naked before the court of its own conscience: did it pass these tests or not? And even in the case when some trials convict the soul of its sins, we hope for the mercy of God, in whom all deeds of sacrificial love and compassion will not go in vain.

Death is something that no one has yet been able to avoid. All living things sooner or later go to the other world, the difference is only in the circumstances.

Many believe that the worst thing is death itself. But the pages of human history tell us that the agony of death can be much worse than death itself. To convince you of this, we suggest reading a selection of the most terrible and painful deaths in history.

The most painful human deaths in history

Death of Joram

There are many stories in the Bible not only about love and kindness, but also about justice, which is often cruel. One of these is the parable of Jehoram. According to legend, he was once the ruler of Judea and considered Beelzebub the main deity, which caused the wrath of Yahweh. Jehoram was severely punished: he was struck by a strange disease, from which his flesh began to decompose from the inside. Before dying, the king suffered for 2 years.

How Herod was punished

Another biblical horror story is dedicated to King Herod, who ruled the Palestinian Caesarea. The name of Herod is well known to everyone who read the New Testament - it was he who, having learned about the coming birth of the true king of Judea, ordered the destruction of all the newborns of Bethlehem. Subsequently, he organized the persecution of the first Christians, executed John the Baptist and the Apostle James. The Bible lists Herod's death as being eaten alive by worms.

Assassination of Grigory Rasputin

Many people close to the court were wary of the mysterious friend of Nicholas II - there were rumors that Rasputin was an insidious sorcerer who had contacted black magic. Less superstitious courtiers saw him as a dangerous political rival who had too much influence on the emperor.

On December 29, 1916, Prince Felix Yusupov invited Rasputin to dinner, during which he treated the guest to poisoned wine. The poison did not work, then the conspirators, the prince and his accomplice Vladimir Purishkevich, shot him in the back.

The killers thought that Gregory was dead and carried him out of the palace. But he unexpectedly not only showed signs of life, but also began to strangle one of the conspirators. Then another bullet was fired at Rasputin, but after that he did not die, but tried to escape. They caught up with him, beat him, after which they threw him alive into the icy waters of the Moika.

In total, three wounds were found on the body of the dead favorite of the emperor, all fatal: in the head, kidney and liver.

61 Days of Nightmares by Hiro Shuuchi

In 1999, the Japanese Hiro Shauchi received a huge dose of radiation while performing his work duties at a nuclear fuel reprocessing plant. The next two months after the accident were a real nightmare for Hiro.

On the 45th day, the skin completely peeled off the flesh of Xiauti, after which the internal organs began to rapidly collapse. On the 59th day, his heart failed three times in a row. The doctors were able to pump it out until the 61st day arrived, which brought Shawti a long-awaited deliverance. Willy-nilly, you will think about the legalization of euthanasia.

The Tragedy of Deborah Gale Stone

Many people are afraid of rides, and for good reason. Ignoring safety rules often leads to disastrous consequences.

In 1974, American Disneyland delighted visitors with a new attraction - the America Sings attraction. It was one of the first entertainments using animatronics, in other words, singing and dancing robots.

The attraction made a splash: from the first minutes of the working day until the closing of the park, dozens of people crowded around the robots. But for some reason, 18-year-old Disneyland employee Deborah Stone was frightened by these "electronics" - she could not explain the reason for her strange phobia, but every time she ran past them, she felt uneasy.

And as luck would have it, she was appointed the caretaker of this attraction! And before the start of the next performance, she was instructed to check the rotary mechanism. The girl got stuck in a recess, and then the show began. The robots began to sing, the stage began to rotate, and the girl was crushed into bloody pieces between the rotating part and the stationary concrete wall. As she let out inhuman cries of pain, the audience thought it was part of the show.

David Kirwan and thermal springs

In 1981, David Kirwan with a bosom friend and his dog walked through Yellowstone National Park. The purpose of the visit was typical - young people wanted to see the beauty of the thermal springs for which this beautiful reserve is famous.

Everything was going well until the pet, breaking off the leash, jumped into the water. David decided to save his friend's dog and went down into the pool, instantly realizing what a stupid thing he had done.

A small note: Yellowstone is one of the most beautiful and dangerous places on our planet at the same time. Prohibition signs are hung throughout the park - the descent to the natural pools may be the last thing an unlucky Yellowstone guest will do in his life. The fact is that in some sources of the park, the water temperature can reach up to 121 degrees Celsius and have extremely high acidity.

With difficulty, David got out of the water, having received a burn of 90% of the body surface. When the owner of the dog, whose body never surfaced, removed the shoes from the scalded rescuer, pieces of the skin were torn off along with it. The next day, David died from a painful shock.

Execution of György Dozsa

The Inquisition, wars, diseases left a terrible mark on the history of the Middle Ages. There were many terrible deaths at that time, but the mention of one of them still makes the blood run cold. We are talking about the execution of György Dozsa.

Gyorgy Dozsa led a peasant uprising in Hungary. It was quickly suppressed, after which its wounded leader was captured by the government. So that other peasants would no longer have the thought of rebelling against the feudal lords, the cruelest execution was invented for Gyorgy Dozhi.

The leader of the uprising wanted to become the king of Hungary. In order to cause him not only physical pain, but also to ridicule his hopes, Gyorgy was put on a metal throne with a hearth hidden inside, handing him a scepter and an orb that were not inferior in temperature to a seat. A red-hot crown was put on the head of the leader of the uprising.

Then brother Gyorgy and those who had taken part in the rebellion with him were brought into the hall. The brother was publicly cut into pieces, and like-minded rebels suffering from a long hunger strike were forced to bite off the flesh of the still living Doji in a circle. “Eat it whole and stay alive,” they were promised. All those who refused to eat human flesh were killed. Those who agreed to cannibalism, too, but only after the Doge was eaten.

The Torment of Junku Furuta

Human cruelty to their own kind often knows no bounds. And, unfortunately, references to terrible tortures and murders are associated not only with the Middle Ages.

In 1988, 17-year-old Japanese girl Junku Furuta was kidnapped by a group of underage sadists: Hiroshi Miyano, Jo Ogura, Shinji Minato and Yasushi Watanabe. For 44 days they held the girl captive in the house of one of the gang members.

Miyano's parents were big shots in the Japanese yakuza mafia, so it was not difficult for the young man to intimidate the girl and his own friends. Under the threat of death, she called her parents and said that everything was fine with her so that the police would not look for her.

On the very first day of imprisonment, she was repeatedly raped, forced to devour insects and drink urine, stuck smoldering cigarettes into her flesh and set fire to the girl with a lighter.

On the eleventh day, her limbs were broken and she was hung from the ceiling, using the girl's body as a punching bag. She tried to run, but the escape failed, for which her legs were doused with fire starting fluid and set on fire. Furuta was then tortured by inserting a broken bottle into his anus.

On the twentieth day, firecrackers were thrust into the girl, and then red-hot knitting needles.

A month of imprisonment passed, and the bored rapists came up with new methods of torture. The unfortunate Japanese woman was doused with hot wax on her face, her breasts were pierced with needles, her nipples were clamped with a vice, while a light bulb was thrust inside the girl.

On the forty-fourth day of Junku Furuta, she died from a shock of pain after two hours of torture by fire. The next day, teenagers cemented the girl's body in a barrel and threw her away at a construction site.

The police managed to find the body and the killers. But the punishment did not correspond to the crime - the attackers were sentenced to imprisonment for a term of 4 to 17 years, depending on the degree of guilt. According to the law on the protection of the rights of minors, their names were not publicly disclosed. Hiroshi Miyano, leader of a gang of sadists, was released in 2007.

Fatal Christmas

On Christmas Eve 2002, 25-year-old bartender Doyle decided to celebrate the holiday with his friend Michael Wright and his girlfriend. In an alcoholic fervor, Wright thought that Doyle was pestering his girlfriend, and beat the poor fellow. He broke the bartender's legs and threw him into an open hatch. The distance to the bottom was about 5.5 meters.

Wright wanted to scare Doyle, but did not suspect that the bottom of the sewer was flooded with boiling water from a burst pipe. The bartender fell into boiling water at a temperature of 150 degrees Celsius, and injuries did not allow him to get out. He was still alive when help arrived, but neither the firemen nor the paramedics ventured down.

After opening the guy's body, the doctors noted that he looked like a lobster cooked by a chef - the internal organs were boiled, and the skin had come off the bones. Worst of all, while his body was being cooked alive, Doyle remained conscious.
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I became a widow very early, at the age of 32. My husband served in the missile troops at Baikonur. There he received radiation, from which he died in my arms. Leaving me with three children. The eldest daughter was 10 years old, the son was 4 years old, and the youngest was 10 months old.
We lived very well. I loved him without memory. Yes, he loved me too. It was impossible not to love him, his hands were golden. He had no enemies, he was always the "soul of the company." To say that I was worried is an understatement. I didn't know if it was day or night outside. Many times I wanted to lay hands on myself, but the thought of children did not allow me to do this. They buried him from his parents, since our apartment was small, they were afraid that the coffin would not be deployed in a narrow corridor. On the first night, his parents did not let me go home with the children. They were probably afraid for my condition. I was put to sleep with my youngest daughter in the hall where the coffin used to be. I have a dream: the door opens and my husband comes in. He is dressed in the same suit in which he was buried. He sits on a chair, lowering his head. I ran to him and hugged him. I say:
"Seryozha, are you dead?" How could you come to us?
And he answers:
“You know how bad it is for me there without you!
I sobbed so much that I woke up from my cry. Then I dozed off and woke up from the fact that someone was stroking my head. And I really feel it. My first thought was that it was my mother-in-law. I sharply turn my head - a classic of the genre - no one. I fall asleep again - strokes. And so several times. Everything stopped in the morning when the local radio started talking. It turned on at 6 am. The next night, no one stroked my head, but I woke up because I heard the voice of Sergei, who called me:
- People!!!
I jumped up, wanted to run to him, but then I remembered that he was no more. He died. Of course, I couldn't sleep anymore. I roared all night, and at 6 in the morning the radio started talking again, and I instantly fell asleep. She no longer tempted fate, gathered the children, and we went home. Many years later. I tried to spend the night with my parents as little as possible. But if she stayed, she fell asleep immediately, but at night she woke up, as if from a push, and until the morning there was no sleep in one eye.
My father-in-law died last year. They buried him, and since my mother was terrified to be left alone, I had to spend the night with her in this house. At first everything was quiet. She went to bed early, and I watched TV for a long time, then went to bed. They commemorated the whole relatives of the grandfather in 9 days. We decided to whitewash the house for up to 40 days. They removed the curtains from the windows, took something out of the rooms. They were going to bleach the next day. In the evening, as always, grandmother went into the bedroom, one of the neighbors told her not to be afraid, lie down on grandfather's bed and sleep. So she slept on his bed. And I, as always - in the hall on the couch. I watched TV until two in the morning. Then she turned it off and just dozed off - there was such a roar! The sound was like someone hitting a wooden stick on a battery. They have pipes with water heating around the entire perimeter of the house. And he hit with all his might, the pipes already hummed. And then this stick falls to the floor, hits the floor, again a roar. I hear my grandmother screaming:
- Who's there? What happened? And I lost my tongue out of fear. I lie down and keep quiet. She runs out of the bedroom, turns on the light, runs towards me:
"Didn't you knock?"
I say:
- No, it was probably the grandfather who came for his crutch. I told you that it was necessary to put him in his coffin.
This is what I decided, because the sound was from hitting something wooden on the battery. We started to look, what was it? It turned out that there was a wooden curtain on the floor. Only here is what is strange: the grandmother removed this curtain from the window during the day and put it in the corner behind the washing machine. I admit everything, perhaps the batteries cooled down at night, and that curtain just fell. But then it would fall parallel to the window. Although this is also unlikely. But how did she jump up on her own, hit the battery, and then fall perpendicular to the window? This we will never know. But for some reason I believe that it was our grandfather. Even during his lifetime, he was such an imperious grandfather. Liked to drink. And if he didn’t like something, then in a drunken state he could throw a stool at the offender. Maybe he didn't like that his bed was occupied? All was quiet until morning. 40 days were taken away, and I began to spend the night at home. But every morning, when she came to her mother, she complained all the time that her grandfather came again and rang the doorbell. She asks:
- Who?
Silent. And so every night. And since it was winter, when I went out into the street in the morning, there were no traces. Someone taught her, she took millet, scattered it around the house and said:
Living to living, dead to dead.
For a while, the calls stopped, but then everything repeated. And interestingly, they knocked on the window in which she slept. And if someone spent the night with her, then the night passed quietly. And now, when we ask her:
- Well, no more calls?
She says:
Don't ask or you'll think I'm crazy.
All these calls can be explained. A person sleeps in tension, afraid of something. Especially after that rumble at night. That's what these calls seem to her. But how to explain the case with the wooden curtain? Here is a riddle.
I remembered another case. I traveled by train this year. My companions were two women. We started talking, began to tell how someone met with mysticism in their lives. Here is one woman talking.
She had a husband, at first they lived well, then he began to drink, beat her, and they parted. I don't remember why he died. In my opinion, he froze drunk in a puddle. And since he had no relatives, she had to bury him. They put him in a coffin. They put it on stools in the room. And they sat down with their daughter near the coffin. There was no one else. It was after midnight, she sent her daughter to bed, and she herself remained seated. And suddenly I look, he says, and the dead man began to free his hands from the ropes. They were tied with ropes. The dead are always tied up, and when they are lowered into the grave, they are untied. He says that during his lifetime he always liked to sleep freely. And then there are hands tied! And with such force he tried to do it, already the coffin is shaking! The first thing I asked her was:
So he was alive? Thawed out?
- No, they cut him, checked him in the morgue.
I think: "God, I would die of fear." I ask:
- And what did you do?
I think now he will say: "I ran away."
And she says:
- I’ll scream at him: “Come on, stop freeing your hands! And now I’ll hit my head with a frying pan!
I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. To be honest, for some reason I didn't believe her. She thought she made it all up.
And she continues:
- Then in the morning my daughter came, replaced me.
- Go, he says, sleep, and I'll sit. And when I approached her, she was white as chalk. I ask:
- What? Was your father weird here? She just sits and nods her head.
I think: “Yes, after all this, how could you leave your daughter alone with him?”
I didn’t believe her, but then I read one story on the site. Where one guy tells how he was left alone in the house with the dead. He slept in the kitchen behind the stove, and the deceased lay in a coffin in another room. And several times during the night this coffin fell from chairs to the floor. So, if you want - believe, but if you want - do not believe in all this.

At the beginning of this century, in one of the provincial towns, there lived a certain N., a retired official of rather old age, a kind and truly pious man. He was very friendly with V., a companion of his childhood and a colleague, of the same age and the same views on things. When V. died, his comrade fervently prayed to God for the repose of his friend, and from time to time distributed alms for the salvation of his soul. Often he thought about the afterlife of a friend.

On the fortieth day after V.'s death, his friend, sitting in his room, heard the door creak. Raising his eyes, he sees his dead friend V entering the room. “Thank you, friend,” the one who appeared in a low voice said, “for your fervent prayers for me and for alms, which helped me a lot. By the grace of God, I am delivered from hell: my abode is at peace. With horror and amazement, N. listened to the wonderful stranger, not daring to interrupt him. “Forgive me, friend, goodbye in eternity,” said the one who appeared, “I hope that we will meet soon, we will live together, but for now, work hard for your eternal salvation,” and with these words he disappeared outside the door.

Pious N. intensified his pious deeds, leaving all the cares of life to his elder children. Two years after his vision, he, on his knees, died quietly and peacefully in prayer (“Emotional Reading”, 1868, part I).

In one village lived a respectable couple: an old man, a provincial priest, father G., and an old woman, his wife. They lived for a very long time in the world and, as they say, soul to soul. Father G. gained his life the respect of many in the neighborhood. He was a man of the good old days, a hospitable person, friendly and affectionate with everyone, and most importantly, pious and kind. But there is an end to everything in the world: Father G. fell ill, went to bed, and, instructed by the Christian sacraments, quietly and peacefully passed into eternity, leaving the bitterly mourned companion of his life. A year has passed since his death. The old woman, his wife, on the eve of the annual commemoration of him, after various troubles, lay down to rest a little. And now, she sees her dead husband in a dream. With joy she rushed to him and began to ask him: what is the matter with him and where is he now? The deceased answered: “Although I am not obliged to speak with you, but since during my life I did not have any secrets from you, I will say that, by the grace of God, I am not in hell; soon you will follow me, prepare for death three weeks after this day.

The deceased slowly walked away, as if not wanting to part with her, and the old woman, waking up, joyfully began to tell everyone about her meeting with her late husband. And, indeed, exactly three weeks later, she died peacefully. (“Emotional Reading”, 1868, part I).

At the end of the last century, the landowner Z., a man not yet old, burdened with a large family and having at the same time a rather limited fortune, served as his only support for the family.

But then, one day, 3. became seriously ill and, apparently, began to approach death, the doctors refused to treat him. A heartbroken wife mourned her sick husband as dead, imagining a hopeless situation with a bunch of young children. Seeing all this, the hopelessly ill man began to mentally ask God to prolong his life, while he would provide for his elder sons and thus leave his family in their care. After this prayer, he fell asleep and slept for a long time. Waking up, he immediately calls his wife to him and joyfully informs her that he saw in a dream the archpastor of Belgorod Joseph Gorlenko, whom he remembered while still alive. The archpastor told him in a dream that by the Mercy of God, for the sake of innocent little ones, he was given another twenty years of life. But in 20 years, exactly on this day, the Lord will call him to himself.

Having told his dream, the patient asked his wife to write down all this from his words in a prayer book, which was done, and hitherto hopelessly ill 3. began, to the surprise of the family and the doctors who treated him, to quickly recover and soon completely recovered.

Exactly 20 years later, on the appointed day, 3. rested in eternal sleep in the arms of his sons and daughters, already attached and provided, with a grateful prayer on his lips.

His prayer book with a record is still kept by his descendants as a family rarity (“Emotional Reading”, 1868, parts 1-3).

A lot of people have dreams about loved ones or relatives who have already left this world. In a dream, both of them are talking about something, hugging, as in real life. Then, waking up, the one who had such a dream remains in thought for a long time: what would it mean? He tries to see in this some kind of sign or omen. Is there any point in all this?

In February 2003, Bishop Anthony of Surozh, who was ill, had a dream about his grandmother, and, leafing through the calendar, indicated the date: August 4th. Vladyka, contrary to the optimism of the attending physician, said that this was the day of his death. Which came true.
Here is another story: “A friend of mine was killed at the age of 20. Somewhere in a month or two after the funeral, I dreamed about him. As if standing under my balcony, waiting for me. I was surprised, because during my life I rarely spoke with him. And he began to complain to me in a dream that he was quickly forgotten, and no one comes to commemorate the grave. He asked his girlfriend to come to his grave. I was so surprised because the girl did not know him at all. After such a dream, she went to church, constantly prayed for him, found his friend and conveyed that the deceased asked.
Metropolitan Filaret of Moscow, who died on November 19, 1867, received an unusual notice from another world two months before his death about his imminent departure into eternity. It was September 17th. Vladyka at that time was in the Trinity-Sergius Lavra. On the morning of September 18, waking up, the Metropolitan calls Anthony to him, whom he respected and whom he especially trusted. “Tonight,” Filaret told him, “my parents appeared to me and said: take care of the nineteenth.” After all, there are twelve numbers of the nineteenth in every year. He took care of September 19, October 19 and November 19. On November 19, he quietly died.

The dream of the great Russian scientist Mikhail Lomonosov is also significant. On the way from Holland to Russia on a ship, Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov has a dream: here is his father, a fisherman, sailing in a boat on the Arctic Sea, the wind has risen, the waves are rustling and ready to swallow the swimmer; the son wants to rush to help him, but his hands and feet are numb; the boat, hitting the shore of a nearby island, cried out: “Michael!” and disappeared, and then thrown ashore. Upon arrival in St. Petersburg, having no rest in the soul of the relentless thought that his father was not buried, Lomonosov found his fellow countrymen in the capital. Asked them what happened to his father; they replied that at the beginning of spring he and his comrades went to sea, but for four months nothing was heard of them. Having no peace in his soul, Lomonosov himself wants to go to the island he saw in a dream, familiar to him from childhood, but he did not receive a vacation from St. Petersburg. Then he begged the local fishermen to visit that island and, if they find the body of his father, to give him an honest burial. The father's body was found and buried.
Another case. “Two friends died one after the other in the winter, they were buried side by side. Both widows met almost every day at the cemetery. And then one day, on the night before resurrection, one of them dreams of her husband and tells her that tomorrow she must come to the cemetery early in the morning. Waking up, she was surprised and doubted: she was going to go to the church for the liturgy, as usual, by ten o'clock, and then suddenly, early in the morning. But for some reason, she wanted to fulfill the request she heard in a dream. She went to the cemetery and saw that a disaster had happened: the grave of a friend fell half a meter - the sight was terrifying. Apparently, a lot of snow fell into the ground with which the grave was covered: it rained at night, the snow melted, and the earth settled. If the widow of a friend, who was generally on the verge of a mental breakdown from grief, came and saw this nightmare, the case would have ended in a mental hospital. The woman quickly took out the wreaths from the pit, dragged old wreaths and bouquets from the garbage heap, filled the pit with them, and covered the deceased with her “own” wreaths from above. And as soon as she finished this work, the second widow appeared; they wept peacefully together and parted ways. And what would happen if she neglected the request of her late husband?
Nikanor, Archbishop of Kherson and Odessa, speaking in one of his teachings about the afterlife, states: it cannot be said that we agree with the established will of God in the usual order of things.

The book "Stories about the phenomena of the deceased to their relatives and friends."
Author of the book: Fomin A.V.