Parable about fear, stupidity, unconsciousness and fake web 3.

“We walked along a wide deserted street alone, past an empty building with broken windows, there was no one nearby, and then I heard footsteps from behind …
The steps were slow, someone shuffled their feet on purpose to scare us.
We walk slowly, not in a hurry, and he also slowly follows us … trail in trail …
Maybe turn around and see …?
No, I got goosebumps running down my spine with horror at the thought.
No, it’s too scary, it’s for sure HE, the maniac I’ve always feared. I knew that he would come anyway, appear. And now he is looking out for another victim … Therefore, he does not overtake us …
These shuffling footsteps come closer and closer, I can hear him breathing heavily …
I can already feel how I was sweating all over with sticky horror, he is already near and he is overtaking us, continuing to shuffle his feet.
I dare to look at him …

This is an elderly man about five feet tall, about 70 years old, and he walks with difficulty, short of breath, probably to the nearest grocery store. Time is noon.
How could I come up with such a nightmare?” — my son told me.

“Yes, Yaron, tomorrow, or rather from tonight, is a holiday in Israel, and on such days, demoniacal possession usually intensifies and your demon immediately took advantage of this, trying to bring you into inadequacy and thus completely subjugate you to his will. The main thing is not to immerse yourself in this fake reality or a web, and always think clearly and logically, no matter how difficult it is and turn inward, where there are positive creative energetic worlds, trying to feel them and be on the same wavelength with them.”

“Yes, it looks like it is, Maayan.”

“Yaron, I will go to the pharmacy for a minute, I need a solution for contact lenses, and you better wait while outside. Look what a cute black kitten here!”

“Okay, I’ll wait, and the kitten is really cute.”

“Well, I bought it.”

“Maayan, you have no idea what happened in that couple of minutes while you were gone.”

“So what?”

“The man took that kitten under his arm and ran away with him. It’s amazing.”

“It’s no surprise, Yaron, when demons start fooling people. He probably didn’t understand why he did it. Remember the story with Vijay (“Parable. How unconscious people are manipulated.”)

and that little episode that happened in Antalya (Paranormal Daily Season 2 Episode 6)

We need to completely free ourselves from this fake web, which began to be activated after receiving recharge, and for this we need to completely stop reacting to all these stupid fake ideas, but just be reasonable and do exclusively our own business, without losing for a minute control over our thoughts and actions. Do you remember how many times strange events happened to you when you were waiting for me near the store? “

“Yes, of course I remember. It’s probably already been 10 times.”

“I think it’s all analogous.”

“Yaron, did you try to book us an appointment at the Consulate again this morning? Now, unfortunately, it is already late, evening, the holiday has begun and tomorrow it will not work.”

“Yes, of course, Maayan. I booked.
Hello! Erev tov! The call from the phone of the Consulate, it is Yuf, who sent the request we need to Beer Sheva the day before yesterday. He says the answer has come.”

“Yaron, do you understand that the Consulate cannot work now?”

“Yes, I understand. But he says the Consul wants to talk to us.”

“Hang up, I’m tired of this theater of the absurd. You yourself understand that the demons were just activated.”

“Of course. Good. Maayan, a call is again.
Look, now the prime minister is calling … now the defense minister … and now the commander-in-chief …
I certainly don’t pick up the phone.
Maayan, lastly I was told the now traditional ending phrase “Ha-ha! You are fool!”

“Everything is as usual, nothing fundamentally new.

Tired of it! Enough!

Goodbye fake web!

Hello Life!”

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Episode 6. Paranormal Adventures in Antalya.

“Yaron, this is already unbearable, it is simply impossible to stay at home, we pick up our things and run outside as soon as possible! Fuh! It’s even quieter and fresh air here! Let’s stand there, come to our senses and slowly move to the bus stop.”

“Well, here we are at the bus station, Yaron, though we arrived very early, another hour and a half before the likely departure of our bus.”

“Yaron, we waited for it! There is our bus too.
Hooray! Finally, it happened – you and I are looking out of the bus window at the flickering Varna landscapes, which will soon be left behind.
Goodbye Varna! Thanks for all!
We will meet you again soon, Istanbul!”

“Yaron, wake up, let’s go out, now they will check passports and luggage, the border. We are leaving Bulgaria.”

“It’s great. I honestly feel relieved.”

“Well, here is the Turkish border, now they will put a stamp on the entry into the country and we will be able to take a nap for a few more hours, the time is still about three o’clock in the morning.”

“Yaroshka, wake up, we are already in Istanbul and we are approaching its huge Esenler bus station.”

“Hello Istanbul, we missed you!”

“Yaron, do you recognize this so familiar lane? Excellent, fortunately, the driveway door is not locked, but here is the door of our former apartments, and next to them are Khalil’s apartments.
How much time? 6.30 am. And his TV is still working, do you hear? Do you think he is awake? Shall we dare to knock?”

“Hello brother, welcome back!
We have no places today, they will be vacated tomorrow, let’s go, I’ll help you get settled in the hotel opposite, its owner is my friend.”

“How great. Well done all the same Khalil, arranged us in a hotel at a discounted price and we were charged only for a day, even though we arrived earlier than seven in the morning! Now you can relax a little and take a nap, and then see Zuleikha and go to find out about the bus to Antalya”

“OK!”

We wandered nostalgically through the familiar streets of Istanbul

hugged the housekeeper Khalil Zuleikha and two days later continued our journey, by bus to the city of Antalya.

“Today is just a blizzard, the weather was raging in earnest, isn’t it, Yaron?”

“Yeah, you can’t say otherwise.
All our last day in Istanbul and all night, which we are moving towards Antalya, there is a strong snowfall. Khalil said that this does not happen every year.”

“Well, this is definitely Antalya. We drove for 15 hours, but finally we got there.”

“Well, it seems we got there. This is the Duran Apartment, where we agreed to rent an apartment. Exactly, and here is the landlady at the entrance.”

“Good afternoon! It’s very nice that you were waiting for us. Which floor? Second? Excellent! Let’s go look at the apartments, Yaroshka.”

“What a beautiful view of the sea and mountains, some of which even have snow-capped peaks.
I didn’t think Antalya was so beautiful, I like it at first sight “

“Yes, and here it is somehow easy enough.”

“Oh, look Yaron, this window overlooks the entrance to the apartment, look there is a small herd of fluffy rams walking there, they are very cute.”

“Oh, Yaron, but where does such a smell of burning come from? Oh, that’s it, a paper napkin is burning in the kitchen sink. I don’t like such jokes, I don’t like all this at all!” — I said to my son.

“Me too. But what can I do?” — he replied.

“Yaron, look, my cup is empty for some reason. Where did the coffee go from it? I’ll go get another bag.”

“Yaron, all the instant coffee bags disappeared from the cabinet, and there were four of them. Of course, I understand that this is not something to drink, but it annoys me that for some reason all the time someone decides everything for us, all the time something disappears and usually exactly what seems to be the most attractive …”
I was indignant at small everyday, unexplained incidents.

“Yaron, we are offered to move to another building, there is a first floor and a cheaper rental price, but we came here for a couple of months so I agreed. What do you think? Let’s go watch?”

“As always, I’m in favor.”

“Yes, this apartment is of course designed exclusively for slender visitors, it is very narrow. And it is also terribly cold here. But nothing, Yaron, you and I are not overweight and we were given a large warm blanket. I think it will be possible to keep warm under it. . “

“Only, alas, our financial situation is very unenviable. We urgently need to find some way to fix this. Can we advertise Hebrew lessons?”

“Why not give it a try?”

“Yaron, it’s been several days since you posted the announcement. Tell me, has anyone responded?”

“Yes, and even a few people … only you have no idea who it is …”

“So who? Tell me, I don’t like riddles.”

“These are guys from my former Moscow class and from the former yard. About five people wrote to me that they want to learn Hebrew. Apparently, as usual, our energoworlds decided to play with us.”

In general, everything is as usual.

Look, Yaron, I see someone’s note addressed to us:
“Maayan, I recently repatriated, I want to learn the language, I have zero knowledge, I hope you will help me quickly master it …”

Yaron, is someone really interested? Let’s see who.

“Yaron, this is a prank again. Do you have any idea who this note is from?”

“Of course not. Tell me from whom?”

“The note was written from Alexander’s account in brackets San Sanych is written, your former physical education teacher at a Moscow school. His profile, where he repatriated against the background of the Edom Mountains, says that he has repatriated, lives in Eilat and wants to study Hebrew. Yes, the same jokes, this is a new Facebook account. Look, he has a new message to us:

“Your friend Ariel K. recommended you to me.”

“Yeah, these fake guys are comedians.”

Call from the “Consulate” and liberation from the fake web.

What to do? I can no longer bear this constant stress. How can we find a positive way out of the difficult situation that has developed in connection with our hasty and strange departure from the country to “nowhere”?
(See The Daily Paranormal Season 1 Episode 8)

https://wordpress.com/post/amazing-life.blog/3922

This question torments me day and night. In the morning, when I wake up, I feel an oppressive anxiety and the first is the disturbing thought “What to do? How to break through this web of fake reality? How to make money? Where to go? How can my son and I begin to Live, feeling the taste and pleasure of every moment of Life given to us?”

We left Eilat, Israel more than a year ago, having packed in just a few days. And since then we have not been able to contact any person there.

Why? We cannot fully understand. It is possible that we do not come back prematurely.
And I decided to write a post about our situation in several Facebook groups, to which many people responded in different ways.
Someone laughed, someone sarcastically, someone expressed doubt, and someone sincerely empathized.

Here is the post itself:
“Dear friends!
We realized that we acted unwisely, but we do not understand what to do now in order to return to Life. We really hope for your help.
My son and I lived in Israel, in Eilat, I adored this city, everything was fine, but my son was 18 and received a note on the first summons to the army on July 30 on the phone, and at the same time there were a number of calls from several of our acquaintances and friends of freedivers, whom we trusted and had an extensive customer base. In every conversation, they told us that during the first summons, the clients’ children were taken to the army immediately or, at best, their passports were torn, because the country was in a military situation and they themselves were planning to leave the country soon. And this is my only son and he is still a child, very unadapted to life, we even received a doctor’s recommendation for remote education, and I, we, were just in a panic, and in a few days, without a plan of further actions, we took tickets and LEAVE THE COUNTRY to … NOWHERE, that is, nowhere. Then we realized that none of our friends and acquaintances left and did not even plan to do so.
And we found ourselves, as it were, outside of Life and now we simply do not understand how now to get out of this situation and start living again. We write letters to the Israeli army, but we do not receive an answer, but it is necessary, because the son can be imprisoned as a deviator.
What can we do, where can we go to start living?”

This post gave us the opportunity to understand a lot of new things. Firstly, how is the conscription to the army, that no one tears passports, and secondly, that it is possible to go back, but only having previously contacted the consulate so as not to end up in jail, and finally, many people were also surprised that I and my son being 18 years old in Israel, have not received a single summons (something we have never thought about) and that at the age of 18, for some reason, my son was let through at the airport without question.

And so we decided to make an appointment at the Israeli consulate, foreseeing, of course, a lot of obstacles …


We wrote to the Consulate, but received no response.

“Yaron, I can’t do this anymore. We don’t live all this year, but we are in some kind of horror and despair, we are in this “NOWHERE”. Many mocked this expression, but you can’t even say otherwise.”

“Yes, I also feel that it is simply unbearable. And it really is “nowhere”, because we did not go to our friends or relatives, nor to legalize in any country, nor travel …”

“I absolutely do not understand what to do next. Let’s make an appointment with the Consulate.”

“Of course, I’ll try it again now.”

“Give it a try, because we’re not getting anything, not monetizing a blog, not selling a book.”

“Hello! Maayan, this is a call from the Israeli Consulate. This is secretary, Elona, she asks for what date and time to enroll us and what question we have in order to understand which specialist we need.”

“Sorry, the connection was lost …”

“And here is the letter from the Consulate in the mailbox of Yahoo. Yaron, let’s see what is written here?”

“She asks what question we are addressing to the Consulate.”

“Write what about the army pass and return.”

“Maayan, she’s calling back.
She says that a consul is needed to resolve such a serious issue, but he left for Israel for the holidays and will not arrive before the end of all the holidays. She says that in general the Consulate in Tbilisi is small, there are many more specialists in Baku. But she will find out when the consul arrives and will contact us in a few days. Thanks!”

“Thank you, this is very kind. And the Consulate in Baku is probably really much larger. I wonder how many hours it takes to get there?”

Yes, Yaron, look another letter has come from the Consulate with the number 2.
What is written there, most likely there is a traditional phrase of our energyworlds “Ha-ha! You Fool!”, confirming that the conversation with the secretary of the Consulate was fake?”

“Yes, like that. It says, “Did you believe it?” This time the text is more polite, but it doesn’t change the essence.”

“Yaron, this letter has already disappeared and that first one from the Consulate too. Obviously, we will not be allowed to be registered in the Consulate, as well as contact the Eilat people.
How to be? If we just go to the Consulate, then we will most likely not be accepted without an appointment. What to do? Sitting there on the doorstep? No one will understand why we were unable to register.”

Yes, just as they will not understand why calls do not reach, why people do not receive our letters, and why we can communicate only with those who are near us or with just a few periodically “allowed” people. Even the Facebook groups that interested us somehow disappear … Why did this fake web appear and, most importantly, how to break it?


There must be some way out?
Let’s talk from an energy-informational point of view.
It turns out that we are now being blocked by a part of us, our energy information. After all, none of the people interfered in our processes in any way, this is obvious. For what purpose were we sent to “nowhere”? Perhaps in order for us to start thinking, analyzing, changing, which was almost unrealistic in the daily hustle and bustle? How do you think? Or in order to constantly drain the energy of our life and prevent us from finding a way out by putting us in an extremely difficult situation?
Recently, there, in Israel, we stopped developing, our negative parasitic structures grew too much and we began to destroy ourselves.
Most likely, therefore, we are not given the opportunity to earn money and it is impossible for us to live anywhere until the energy information in us changes.
We need to increase the share of positive creative worlds or energy information in us and get rid of negative ones as much as possible.
But how to do that?
Let’s follow our every thought. We even now sometimes, and earlier often enough discussed someone. Let’s notice these thoughts and immediately change them. Do you feel this sensation when you do it?
As if a small piece of space is opening somewhere inside, perhaps this is how our positive constructive structures grow inside. Let’s notice the feeling of anxiety and analyze it and do something necessary every minute, and I think that we need to learn how to show care and attention to people and the surrounding space, Yaron.”

“Okay, I’ll try. I think you’re right in many ways. The question is very difficult. We need to seriously consider it.”

“Yaron, this morning I woke up, went to the Internet. (By the way, I think that we need to get rid of this habit, and start the morning with a warm-up and search for new understandings.) So I found there interesting information that on all large blogging platforms it is already difficult to meet some living, thinking people, they are filled with bots that serve corporations and feed people with informational fast food. It seems that this is really so. Indeed, lately I see very few interesting articles and, apparently, therefore, comments, even on captivating our stories, so little or not at all. Simply because people do not see them. It turns out that we need to find some, albeit a small platform, but one where live people who are interested in everything that happen, and not bots, gather. “
“Yes, this is a very interesting observation, it looks like it is.”

“And yet, Yaron, I suddenly realized very clearly that the situation will not begin to be resolved until we free ourselves from our negative energy worlds and the internal attitudes they have created.
Me and you, we both know that we GET it!”

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We didn’t even understand HOW IT HAPPENED, but literally IN A FEW DAYS we, having collected only a bag and a suitcase in a hurry, left our house, our country, our usual well-established life to … NOWHERE, without a specific reason, without a specific plan, just at the moment when everything in life began to take shape as we wanted. Not a single person took part in this and did not even know that it was happening. How did this happen and why?

And the fact was that our ENERGY-INFORMATION CONSTITUENT, taking advantage of our fears, lack of awareness and lack of a sane analysis of the situation, DRAFT A CONSPIRACY, creating around us a WEB OF FAKE WEB UNREAL REALITY, blocking our friends acquaintances, and instead of them, by THEIR VOICES AND THEIR TELEPHONE NUMBERS TOLD us that the country has such a complex military emergency that they are all focused only on LEAVING it. And, we, having no experience of communicating with the FAKE REALITY, believed and REALLY LEFT the country, but for a number of reasons, we could not return … A small addition to this episode is a short and funny “Parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity in the paranormal”. Enjoy reading!

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Paranormal daily life. Season 2. Episode 5. Part 3. Paranormal passing the corona test 2.

“Yaron, do you think we will ever be able to get through to our relative Vlad in the States?”

“I don’t know, we have tried so many times and everything is useless, it looks like he was blocked from our calls, as well as Adam and Ariel. and there is simply no answer from Vlad.”

“Yaron, look, he has two more new accounts appeared at once. Look what is written on them. This is unusual, but in principle fair. Both of them, read:
“New Facebook account.
You are not Facebook friends.
Has nothing to do with your Facebook friend Vlad …”

“Yaron, Yaron, watch the call from his new account, see what happens, the cover photo of the account is changing all the time, then he’s on a book, then on a bank building, then on a New Year card.

I’ll try to pick up the phone.
“Hello, Vlad!
Yaron, of course there is no answer.”

“Common Jokes”

“Yaron, look and Avner has a new account. It also says:
“New Facebook account
Not related to your Facebook friend Avner.”
This is probably so that it would not be a secret for us that we were talking with a fake. True, we still corresponded with him by e-mail, where there was a photo of him, but in general it is clear that we corresponded with ourselves.”

“Yaron, our apartment lease is coming to an end, do you think it is worth extending it? Everything seems to be not bad here, have met good people here, but I’m somehow tired of Bulgaria. Maybe we can continue our journey, or rather … return to Turkey?”

“I think so too. The memories of Turkey and the people there seem to me now pleasant and even somewhat nostalgic.”

“Can we call Khalil (the owner of the apartment we lived in Istanbul) to reserve an apartment for ourselves?”

“Come on, I’ll be glad to hear him.”

“Hi Brother, what date would you like to book a number for, the one on the first floor?”

“Yes, of course. On February 11. How are you, what news do you have, Khalil?” ― asked the son.

“Everything is fine with me, only recently guests from Switzerland came and lived in the same apartment as you, but then they suddenly disappeared somewhere, but their things remained.
And the other day I go into the store, the same one, you know, where that seven-foot guard is … and a butcher, such a musclehead with a big knife … So there is meat on the bone there on sale. And what do I see? That the bone is very similar to the Swiss one. Then I guessed where my guests had disappeared. Here’s a sad story.”

“Oh, Yaron! Oh, I just can’t, I already have a stomach ache with laughter! The bone looks like a Swiss one. He had to come up with something like that! Of course, it’s not Khalil!”

“But how subtly we were ridiculed!”

“Yes, we were clearly shown what fools fear made of us.”

“Okay, I’ll try to call Khalil’s housekeeper Zuleikha.”

“I am very glad that you will come, Jan! We are waiting for you” ― she said.

“Yaron, do you think this is the real Zuleikha?”

“I think yes.”

“Then let’s go for tickets to Istanbul. One thing is unpleasant that we have to take coronavirus tests again. Do you remember what happened when we passed them in Istanbul?” (See “Paranormal Everyday Life. Season 2. Episode 3.”)

“It’s impossible to forget.”

“Yaron, let’s go to Lina Clinic, they have the best prices for PCR tests.”

“Any place fits me, if only it was quieter than last time.”

“Well, Yaron, the test seems to have gone well, but the results should be received tomorrow.”

“Yaron, well, here it is again! A letter on the e-mail from Lina Clinic in Varna, according to a bad tradition already established. Listen to what is written here “Stay at home. There was a man with coronavirus in the clinic.
We will send you some photographs, perhaps you will recognize him.” What do you think, Yaron?”

“I think the nonsense is starting again …”

“I’m already tired of all this, let’s better get to the clinic now. We passed the tests yesterday at around 1:00 pm, almost a day has passed, maybe the results are already ready?”

“Good. And let’s take a walk at the same time, otherwise it’s already uncomfortable at home.”

“Good afternoon! Can you please tell me if the results of our tests are ready?” — we asked.

“Not ready. Come at 5 o’clock” ― snapped a clinic worker.

“Yaron, the time is 4:30 pm, let’s go, this is already becoming unbearable. A dozen letters have already come from the clinic and their text is becoming more and more aggressive.
The latter already says that if we leave the house, then we will face deportation, a large fine or prison …”

“This all of course cannot be true, but it is very nerve-racking.”

“Good evening, it is already 5 pm, we would like to receive the results of our PCR tests.”

“Not ready. Come in half an hour at 5.30.”

Yaron, this is already becoming strange, for sure the tests are already ready for a long time, much more than a day has passed, and the clinic will close in an hour. “

“Yes, I agree. Unpleasant situation! We have to be prepared for various scenarios.”

“Well, here is 5.30, Yaron! Let’s go!” ― I said and we entered the clinic with the most resolute air … and we were given the test results with some strange dissatisfaction.

“Huh! What a relief!”

But the next day, the closer to the time of departure, the more the situation began to escalate and just delusional events took place.
A note came from the clinic again that the test results were wrong and a policeman will visit us now.
And then we really heard a knock on the door. The phone was simply torn apart by fake calls and in the end was blocked by itself and I could not use it.

The phone demanded to enter a code, which I did not know, and I was afraid that we would not be able to unlock it at all. In general, the situation in the apartment became so tense that we hurried to run out into the street as soon as possible, even though there was still a lot of time before the bus to Istanbul …

To be continued…

Amazing Life

  • And one evening…my son and I were sitting and talking in his room and suddenly we saw the screen of my smartphone light up.

  • “I’ll go see who sent the message… Yaron, no one sent anything, there is no SIM card in the phone. How can this be? How could it have disappeared? We even lost a special paper clip to open the compartment with SIM cards.”“I don’t understand either” – the son said in confusion.
    Continuing to occupy the position of the same long-legged bird, we did not bother with the reasons for what happened and just ordered a new SIM card.And the noise and alcoholic bacchanalia of the neighbors continued in the same way from day to day and from night to night. And we began to have new strange events.See more …

Amazing Life

  • “I’m so tired of this neighborhood and constant noise, but what to do, let’s try not to notice it” – I suggested to my son to take the position of the ostrich, which by the way live in the reserve near Yotvata.
    But since we were not such birds with him, the result was appropriate.And the first soft warning followed.“We have finally come! I drank so much tea that I couldn’t wait to get here … what is it? Yaron, the bathroom door doesn’t open. It’s locked, as if with a key. But there is no key here, and I don’t even think there is a lock. Yaron, call Avi soon. He rented out us an apartment, let him tell us what to do. I can’t stand the long wait…”“I’m already calling” – the son laughed.“Look, it opened by itself. Finally!” – I said, after a while, hurriedly rushing through the open door.See full text

Paranormal daily life. Season 2. Episode 5. Varna. Part 2. Talking on the phone without a SIM card and other interesting events

“Hi guys!
I am now with Adam in England, but everything is very expensive here and in my opinion his relatives are already tired of me. Now I don’t know what to do next. How are you doing?” — Ariel’s voice told us a new, extremely dubious version of the events that had taken place.

He, like Avner, periodically called us and also gave us a lot of all sorts of practical advice.

“What do you think of that, Maayan?
It is clear that this is not Ariel, but he, that is, his fake, is very fond of giving various advice.”

“That’s for sure, Yaron, and right now I don’t understand how to do the right thing, let’s call this so-called Ariel, listen to what he offers. We need to discuss our affairs with someone, if almost all of our friends, for some unknown reason, blocked for us” — I once said to my son during a walk.

“How? You know that the SIM card is not paid, and there is no Wi-Fi on the street.” ― asked the son.

“And you try, I think that he will pick up the phone, he does not need the Internet at all.”

“I’m already dialing it. Yes, someone answered.”

“Ariel Cadmee is listening …”

“Do you hear? What a familiar phrase! Why does Ariel’s fake always start communicating with it? You’re right, Maayan, I really didn’t think why our energy-informational structures need the Internet to communicate with us? After all, in fact, it would be nonsense.”

“Agree.”

“Yaron, nothing has come out with the Internet work so far and it seems that we can hardly count on a hint from our friends, or rather, we can hardly be able to contact them. Let’s then try to shoot something for YouTube, especially since it’s said at webinars that it’s not that hard.”

“Come on, but the phone has full memory, if we had a video camera, even if not a new one …”

“We should try to make a post on the Bulgarian Facebook group. What do you think, Yaron? Maybe, like with warm things, someone will respond and give us a camera they don’t need.”

“Why don’t we try?”

“Reasonable. I’m already posting an ad.”

“Yaroshka, look, only a couple of hours have passed, and three people have already answered us.
Here Andrey, for example, he has not new, of course, but also not very old unnecessary video camera and he writes that he will gladly give it to us. I’m already calling him.”

“Good evening! Yes, if this item is useful to you, I will be glad to give it to you even today.
We can meet in the center near the New Yorker store in an hour and a half, we will go with my daughter to choose a gift for her friend’s birthday. Good? Fine! See you!” ― said Andrey.

“Well, let’s go, Yaron! Let’s take a walk at the same time.”

“I’m always for a walk!”

“Well, here’s the New Yorker and the appointed time, but I don’t see a single man and daughter here.”

“Maybe his plans have changed for some reason? Let’s call or write to him. I don’t think he just wanted to play us out.”

“Yes, I’ll dial him now.
Yes, it looks like it is not so easy to do this, or rather not and at all is not possible, because the tube sign on Andrey’s account has disappeared somewhere … and the button for sending messages has disappeared …
This is a completely new surprise, something I have never seen on the Facebook messenger.”

“Yes, I also do not understand how this is possible?”

“I don’t know how it’s possible to do it, but that it is so is a fact. And it is clear that we hardly have any hope of waiting for anyone here.”

“Yes, it looks like our energy-informational structures have played a trick on us again.”

“Everything is as usual! Now they will also write “Ha-ha! You are fool!” How can we get rid of these completely unnecessary and constantly interfering structures? Okay, let’s go!
Yaron, can we still go to the Billa store and buy some hummus?

It’s interesting that I didn’t like it in Eilat, but now I so much miss those places and our friends, that it seems to me unusually tasty. We’ll eat it for lunch, adding red pepper and lemon juice.”

“Yaron, lunch is on the table and hummus too. Now I will bring a kettle.
Yaron, Yaron, where is hummus? You do not know? It disappeared just like it had two days ago. And do you remember the other day our plate with sliced ​​kiwi disappeared, and the plate was found later, or rather, it appeared, but kiwi didn’t. What does it mean? Where and why did hummus and kiwi disappear?”

“It is absolutely incomprehensible, because if they were taken by some of our energy-informational structures, then they do not have a material stomach, why then do they need the food that we like?”

“It is seems the same as with the things in Eilat, Yaron. Do you remember they disappeared there many times?”
(See The Daily Paranormal Season 1 Episode 3 Disappearing and Flying Objects)

And, most of them were found, but not all. I think it’s the same with food. And they choose exactly those that seem to us the most attractive. That’s all. The same algorithm of actions.”

“Yes, you may be right, Maayan.”

“Yaroshka, the mistress has come. It is necessary to give her money for the apartment rent for the next month.
All, gave! She was in a hurry and immediately left.
Yaron, where is our baby, where is our little plush Raccoon, who has been with us for so many years that he has almost become a member of our family?

He is not in his usual place on the refrigerator. You didn’t take him, where could he go?
And here he is! I see him, he is in the same place on the refrigerator, but only hid behind things. Can he really move by himself? How do you think?”

“I don’t know, but I think that in principle it is quite possible.”

“We haven’t tried to call Adam for a long time, Yaron.
Maybe we can try again, what do you think?”

“I don’t mind, I’m already typing him”

“Shalom, Adam!”

“Husband is on morning yoga, now he will come.” ― we heard a woman’s voice from the phone.

“Yaron, is it Yarden (Adam’s wife) answered? What a strange voice she has today, and the main thing is that it is very familiar. Yaron, did she really speak in MY voice?”

To be continued…

Paranormal daily life. Season 2. Episode 5. Varna. Part 1. A paranormal work search.

It got colder and it was raining heavily, but the owner of the newly rented apartment, Nina, kindly helped us transport our, alas, broken suitcase and a couple of bags on her crossover from the Casablanca hotel to our new apartment.

“Thank you very much, Nina!
Hurray, Yaron! Look what apartment we found! What a big kitchen here, there is a second room, and most importantly, here you can not turn off the air conditioner and the boiler at all and we will not freeze endlessly! After all, after Eilat, here in Bulgaria it seems terribly cold! “

“Yes, electricity is fortunately already included in the rent.
Thanks to the Greek student who gave us a gift, having left for two months to his home in Greece, because classes at the institute were stopped due to the coronavirus! “

“Yes, and he did not stop paying for the apartment, which is why we got it for two months much cheaper than he did.”

Two weeks passed and we went to the migration office to renew the tourist visa.
There we were told that we had been granted an extension, we just need to wait for the boss to sign.

“Diana? We can go see her ourselves.”

“No, she doesn’t work here anymore.
Wait a bit, we’ll call you soon.”

We went out and asked the people in line:

“Do you know who the boss is now?”

“I don’t know what his name is, but some kind of man” – answered us several people in line.

“Is there really some truth in what Nikolai said? What reasons could have prompted Diana to leave with an excellent, by Bulgarian standards, job, so she was fired for some reason? In general, of course, this is not our business” – we reasoned returning home with son.

The house where we found a temporary shelter was three-story, and we were surprised that besides us, only a couple of people constantly lived there – a guy and an elderly man, and in the surrounding houses, when we walked in the evenings, we saw only 2-3 glowing window.
We usually walked to the central square, beckoning with sparkling multicolored Christmas lights, and watched with pleasure how, near a stall with a Turkish shaverm, looking at this fragrant delicacy, they were walking importantly
glarus seagulls.

And there were a lot of these extremely active and amusing guys. They never slept and their kind of scream was heard both at home and on the street 24/7 and was remembered by us as a visiting card of Varna.

The seagulls sat on all the surrounding rooftops, walked the streets with a dignified look, frightened the surrounding cats and begged for food from passers-by sitting on benches.
They amused us and distracted us a bit from our problems.

And our main problem was the lack of money and we decided to make an attempt to find a job on the Internet. How to do this, we did not know and
after some hesitation, we decided to try and call our friends from Eilat.

We were one of the first to call Avner, a diver and entrepreneur from Eilat, who also worked in diving club “A” earlier and seemed to us a model of a person with a reasonable approach to life and business.

“Shalom, friends!
How are you? Bulgaria? Where is it? It’s cold there? Yes, there are a lot of problems here too, I’m tired of this lockdown, diving is now prohibited and I suffered serious losses, since the diving equipment that I was selling now is not needed by anyone. The beaches are all littered and full of homeless people.
Yes, have you seen my last Facebook post? A photo of me getting the Pfizer vaccine?
This is a dramatization of what to do. The times have come when you have to agree to dubious offers that pay well.
And now I am looking for a remote job during the lockdown, if you are also interested, then a friend advised me here … ” – Avner’s voice told us from the phone.


“Thank you, Avner, of course, we are interested! Tell us!”

We also called Ziv, a diver, whom we also periodically saw in the diving club, and then, having signed a work contract in Australia, he went there.

“Shalom! How are you guys? I don’t know where this Bulgaria is.
I rented a trailer and decided to see the entire coast of Australia, go round it around, because this is an island. I am now in the desert, it is fantastically beautiful here, although I am afraid of snakes and poisonous insects. But, unfortunately, no one needs diving here, so I’m looking for a remote job through a friend. You too ? If you are interested, then of course, I will throw off the information for you …”

David, a short Israeli, originally from Argentina, a diver who also worked in diving club “A” before. In his Facebook profile, we saw the whereabouts of Mainz, Germany and naively thought that he might have also left Eilat and called him.
“Hi guys! Glad to you!
Yes. I am in Germany, in Mainz, my friend helped me with paperwork and moving, you probably remember her, she came to “A” and lived in the “Sweet” room.
I chose Mainz because it is a quiet small town, inexpensive housing, I pay only 400 euros for my room, and unemployment benefits that I get is 1800 euros, the food here is much cheaper than in Israel, especially in the “Lidl” chain of stores, where I constantly buy all the food I need and spend no more than 10 euros a day on them.

The city is very clean and calm, and next to Frankfurt am Main, 20 kilometers away, where there is a huge airport and a high-speed comfortable train to Amsterdam, I want to go there. Everyone treats me well, in general I am satisfied with everything and glad that I left.
Now I want to go to college, but for now I want to find an Internet job so that I do not constantly depend on the payment of benefits. My friend went to Amsterdam just for this, in a couple of days he will return, I think there will be news, and of course, I will share it with you, because I understand well how difficult it is for you without money in a foreign country, and in addition, I remember that you they were always attentive to me and what a delicious borscht your mother cooked.” – a voice identical to the voice of David told us.

“Yes, David, thanks. We are so happy for you. And we really need a job, thank you, looking forward to your friend’s return.”

“Yaron, I am very glad that David left, he somehow did not find a worthy use for himself in Eilat, I think that in Mainz he is much better. And with work, can really something work out, do you think?”

“I think we should try. We will be in touch with him, Avner and Ziv, maybe there will be some option.”

“What if it’s just fakes again?”

“Why do you think so, they all give so many real details?”

“We must think that the fake knows them too.”

“Those versions of the events in Istanbul and Eden were some extreme, but here people tell the usual real everyday details that seem logical. Maybe this is really them?”

“And why so many fake conversations at all, what is their purpose?
You understand?”

“No”

“Me too”

“Yes, Yaron, we have to admit that we again “stepped on the same pitchfork “, starting to hope that with the help of friends, we will still solve the problem of finding a suitable job, while … having spent a month on many hours of daily empty conversations .. We did not understand that we are again … floundering in a fake web. How can we get out of it?
And why were all these stories?”

A paranormal intrigue.

“Yaron, do you have a feeling that something strange is going on?
Look, why is there so much water on the floor?
Okay, what can I do, I’ll take a mop and a rag in the yard and try to wipe it off.
Yaron, did you hear this sound as if water splashed? Do you see that it has grown even more?
Yaron, did you hear such a sound now, as if a decanter of water, which is standing next to you, after water was poured out of it, put it back with a noise?”

“No, I was busy and did not notice anything, but the fact that there is more water on the floor is what I really see.”

“Okay, let’s go for a walk.”
“Of course. Come on.”
“Well, it’s easier to walk. Now I’ll put tea. Yaron, you better go to the courtyard, to the gazebo, it’s much nicer in the fresh air than here, and I’ll bring tea there soon.”

“No, it’s more comfortable for me to sit here on the couch, to think.”

The son sat down on the sofa next to the interior door and every half a minute there was a sound as if someone was kicking the door.

“Yaron, again some nonsense is happening, where does the sound come from, as if you periodically kick the interior door?
It is much nicer in the yard and easier to think.
Better go to the gazebo, I’ll bring tea there now. “

“No, I don’t want to, it’s more comfortable for me to sit here on the couch.”

“That’s it, Yaron, tea is ready, let’s go already.”

We went to drink tea in the gazebo, and then, returning to the apartment for plums, I suddenly saw dirty marks from my son’s slippers on the interior door, as if he had really kicked the door.

“Today turned out to be a strange day. Which, incidentally, often happens. I have a feeling that some kind of energy-informational world weaves intrigues in us and wants to set you up, Yaron, so that I and other people perceive you as some kind of inadequate dirty trick and this energy world clearly wants sow discord between us. ”
And you know what, I now involuntarily remembered another case with a peach …
Ouch! What is it? What a strange experience!”

“Oh! – my son’s eyes widened. I have never seen such a thing! It was as if a contact lens had jumped out of your eye.”

Indeed, I did not even bring my hand to my eye, but suddenly I felt the movement of the lens in my right eye and then I felt that the contact lens was on my face.

“Yaron, Yaron, how great! We were clearly shown that all these today’s and not only today’s dirty tricks were not done by YOU. And now THIS ENERGY-INFORMATION WORLD CANNOT HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON WITH YOU and WITH US.
If in the case of the door and the decanter there were still some doubts, then you certainly could not pull the lens out of my eye so that I did not notice it. And all these actions today are ONE ORDER, they are aimed only at ensuring that we GIVE OUR ENERGY and OUR LIFE to that dirty energetic world, and for this it is convenient to sow discord between us and inspire fear, thus depriving us of the opportunity to reasonably think for ourselves, so that we are completely trusted their instructions (like a prohibition on going to the store, etc. see “A paranormal walking to the grocery store”).

And the mechanism for pulling out the lens is similar to the mechanism for regularly closing the door, on the door they simply painted the traces of the soles of your slippers, and the noise from the jug was probably only I heard at all. All they do is just cheap tricks aimed at fooling a person who is usually ignorant of such matters.

And today we have learned a great lesson from the Amazing Life.

Thank you very much!!!

A paranormal walk to the grocery store.

“Yaron, let’s go buy hot lavash in the bakery next to a store on our street, do you want?”

“Yes, I would love to eat it, it’s so delicious!”

“Yaron, listen, what is this strange intermittent beep?
Look, this is again an alarm clock on the phone and on it, like in Eilat and Istanbul, the creeping line. It says here that if you and I go to that store, something unpleasant might happen.”

“Yaron, the note has already disappeared.
What do you think about it?”

“I think it seems that today it is better to do without lavash. Maybe we go for it tomorrow, without going to the store?”

“Ok.”

“Yes, Yaron, probably that note was not meaningless.
You and I went to another store of this network and the security guard there looked at us with great disbelief and asked me to open my small handbag, into which even a wallet and our passports could barely fit.

This was the only time in the past few years. What if we went to the same store yesterday? One can only guess …”

A month passed and we needed vegetable oil, which was in the “forbidden” store, but it was Friday, the beginning of Shabbat in Israel, the time when all sorts of paranormal collisions usually begin to occur …

We thought about it …

“Yaron, maybe we buy some other oil? Let’s take another look at what is here, on the shelves of this store?”
No, there is nothing like it.”

“Maybe we can do without it?”

“But the vermicelli tastes bad without it, but we still need oil. Let’s go, let’s get to the store. Do you know the shorter way? I would like to get back to work as soon as possible.”

“Let’s go. I know how to get through.”

“Yaron, you don’t think that we have made a big circle and are already going in direction of our house. It looks like we’ll have to do without oil today, someone fool you. So I think we need to have lunch and get down to business.”

“Alas! It seems so!”

“Yaron, even though today is Saturday, I still suggest you to go to the store and buy some oil.”

“I am somehow not sure, what if some kind of nonsense starts again?”

“We can’t be afraid of everything all the time. Let’s go! We’ll understand everything on the way.”

“Wow, Yaron, did you hear someone sneezed just right at me from a passing car? This is the first time!”

“Yes indeed, because this car and you, as a pedestrian, move at different speeds and so that the person in the car sneezes at the very moment when it passed you, it is certainly amazing.”

“Yaron, Yaron, you saw how the wheel of the car in front fell into a hole and a puddle, and a fountain of dirty poured over them, they even screamed something.”

“Yes, I saw, it was unpleasant. Maybe we still not go to this store?”

“Yaron, they (part of our energy worlds or energy information) are mocking us, staged another performance, I am sure that there is nothing special in this store, they just want us to listen to them in everything.”

“Why do they need it?”

“Thus, they receive our energy and do not allow us to develop.
Do you hear someone screaming loudly now? Everything is the same, the same techniques, they just keep us in an addiction based on fear, in this fake web that must disintegrate so that we can live and communicate with people and give and gift them the knowledge that we we have.”

“You may be right, Maayan. We are already at the store. Well, are we going in?”

“Of course. Look, there is nothing very uncomfortable here and I feel a kind of relief that we came here.
We got to be in such slavery that the elementary question of whether to go to the store is solved at us almost like in Shakespeare’s Hamlet “To be or not to be?”

“Yes, really hilarious!”

But any event, Yaron, always has several sides, it is always multidimensional. On the other hand, it is in this store that I often feel, standing at the checkout counter, how hard it is to breathe, and look, we wanted to go down another street and exited to the office of the funeral agency. Of course, this is a production, but it still shows that the note also has a rational grain and that place contains a very heavy, if not to say more, information, so if we need to buy something one-time, we can go there, but for regular purchases it is better to choose a store located in a more comfortable place. Is not it?”

“I agree with you.”

“Look, the car of the funeral agency passed us? What did you feel? Me too. Yes, some fear stirred in my chest. You understand this is interconnected. On the one hand, we warned, on the other, we are kept under control, and on the third, our fears are increased, contribute to the growth of negative energy information structures.
Only those who inside us lead us in the right direction, but they do not arrange performances, do not write notes and do not speak in anybody’s voices, we can only feel them and try, by possibility, to be on the same wavelength with them.”

“You may be right, Maayan!
How amazing and completely yet unknown is Life”

A paranormal rain

“Yaron, I really want sunny weather! It’s been raining here every day for a month now, and it’s so sad to look at this cloudy sky.”

“Yes, I also thought that there are much more sunny days in Batumi.”

“Do you know that maybe today is just one of them. Look, the sun is shining, can we go for a little walk?
True, it’s a pity to take away time from work, but we also need to refresh our thoughts.”

“Of course I’m happy. Come on!”

“Yaron, look now, not a single cloud in the sky. Great! But you noticed … that something is dripping? How can this be?”

“Yes, I noticed it too, and I don’t understand it either!”

“Is it rain or something … paranormal again???
Look at the pavement, no raindrops are visible.”

“Yes, really, you can’t see it. Look, Maayan, here’s a puddle, let’s see if drops will fall into it?”

“I agree! But I don’t see a single one, and it seems to have stopped dripping from above. Maybe it was still flowing from some air conditioner?”

“I do not know. Let’s go further, what to stand near this puddle?”

“Of course, let’s go!”

“Yaron, you notice that again something is dripping from above, and there is not even a cloud in the sky either.”

“Yes, I noticed that.”

“It turns out that this little rain is just for us. What do you think is the reason? Maybe with the fact that yesterday you and I made a decision about positive changes in our life and it seems to help us wash away something unnecessary for the further continuation of the path?”

“I think this is a very plausible version.”

“Well, thanks! So today we got VIP rain or paranormal rain, Yaron.”

“How amazing and unique this Life is!”

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Episode 1. The Paranormal Scam. Part 3.

“Hi, guys! You know, I’m very worried. Adam is missing. He boarded a ship a day earlier than me, sailing through the port of Eilat to Africa in Mombasa. And for several days now I have not been able to get through to him,” Ariel told us with a longing in his voice.

“Yaron, what could have happened to him? Maybe he just lost his phone? Let’s try to call him too.”

We dialed Adam’s number on Whatsapp and heard that someone answered.

“Shalom, Adam!”- my son greeted.

“But this is not Adam at all. There is a man answering in an incomprehensible language and I do not understand what he is saying,” my son told me.

“Strange! Let’s try to ask him about our friend, maybe he will say something.”

“Good afternoon! Please call Adam!” – we asked.

“Snip-snip” answered the voice on the phone and from there came sounds like a knife being sharpened. “Snip-snip”

“Where is Adam? Please call him,” we asked again, and in response we heard that the knife was being sharpened even more intensively than before. “Snip-snip”, “Snip-snip”, “Snip-snip”.

“Yes, Yaron, somehow all this is strange and joyless. I hope that he is alive and well and this is just some nonsense.”

“Yaron, the phone is ringing! Look, there’s a strange number. Someone is calling from the Republic of Chad in Central Africa. Who could it be?

“Adam!”

We literally shuddered with joy when we heard his adrenaline-filled voice on the phone.

“Hello! Guys, don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m alive and well, I’m in the desert, it’s very beautiful here, I’m driving around the Sahara in a car with Bedouins. I boarded a ship sailing to Kenya, to Mombasa in the port of Eilat.

I hurried away and did not make inquiries about it. And in vain! When we had already sailed, I was surprised to find that this is a rather strange vessel. First of all, I was surprised that all the sailors on the ship were very large, huge men from Africa, just giants with a height of 7 to 8 feet and weighing more than 400 pounds.

We were very worried about him, but one day there was a call from an unknown number from the Republic of Chad in Central Africa. And we shuddered with joy when we heard Adam’s voice filled with adrenaline on the phone.

“Hello! Guys, don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m alive and well, I’m in the desert, it’s very beautiful here, I ride across the Sahara in a car with Bedouins.

I boarded a ship sailing to Kenya, to Mombasa in the port of Eilat. I was in a hurry to leave and did not inquire about it. But I should have!

As we sailed away, I was surprised to find that all the sailors on the ship were very large, just huge men from Africa, ranging from 7 to 8 feet tall and weighing over 400 pounds.

The conditions for normal life on the ship were completely absent. During the day, it was heated like a frying pan in the sun, there was a terrible heat, stuffiness and there was not even normal drinking water and any other food except stew, an incredible number of cans of which the sailors ate every day and drank 40 cans of beer for each. These amazing Africans just amazed me, I’ve never seen such huge people before, and they didn’t even sweat in the sun. I was scared when I accidentally saw that they were carrying contraband goods, and many other strange things that were happening on the ship . In addition, these giants began to show too much interest in my person and I realized that this trip might not end well. And I decided to run. One day, when the ship was cruising near the shore, with the approach of the dark time of day, I made an attempt to bribe the sentry.

He, after thinking about it, agreed, but asked for a considerable sum for not noticing my departure – 500 thousand Kenyan shillings.

I wrote him a check and he let me go. And, relying on the will of God and the skill of a freediver, I jumped from the ship into the sea. I swam for a long, very long time, but the sea helped me, I felt its support and I managed to swim safely to the shore, which I could not see in the dark, but it was something like a desert.

I was afraid of poisonous snakes and predatory animals that go out at night in the desert to hunt, so I decided to wait for the morning, standing near the water’s edge.

And when the sun rose, I saw an incredibly majestic and boundless desert. I realized that it was Sahara. I had no idea where to go and went where my eyes were looking.

I was barefoot and as the sun approached the zenith, the sand became more and more hot and burned my feet more and more. So I walked about 25 miles.

In fact, I could have walked a hundred miles and not met anyone, but a real miracle happened, I met Bedouins who decided to drive a car through the desert.

I was madly thirsty,they gave me water, gave me clean clothes and took me on a trip, although I do not know where we are now,but they treat me like a brother and promise to take me to some port. I still want to get to Mexico…”

Adam’s voice trembled with indescribable sensations…

And many more people and many more stories…

We were just in the maelstrom of events happening to our friends and acquaintances, experiencing them together with them and trying to help them at least in some way. And in these conversations, day after day passed, and we did not even think about our own situation and how we ourselves could live on, that we simply continued to get entangled in the fake web more and more.

We wanted to go outside the huge and crowded Istanbul, to Antalya, Dalaman or just outside the city to calmly think about and analyze the situation, but we were constantly waiting for the arrival of one or another of our friends…

True, we understood that something was wrong here, all these stories were very strange, but we also did not understand what the trick was here, and we believed them since almost every one of them gave in his story such details that NO one could know except for us and him and maybe a few other people, and because in our head there was no idea that the voice of a person we knew may not be HIM WHO is talking, or even a person or robot at all. Who was talking to us then?

For a long time we did not realize that we were not talking to these people or even to people in general, although the timbre and intonation of the voice that we heard from the phone were exactly the same as those of our friends.

But at some point, the events they described seemed too incredible to us and we realized that all these conversations could not be with real people.

And even now, more than a year after our departure, we have not been able to contact any real person from Eilat.

And the only thing that we realized is that none of them had gone anywhere and was not going to leave and did not know about our departure, and that we did not talk about leaving with any of them in Eilat, and after our departure we did not talk with any of them.

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Episode 1. The Paranormal Scam. Part 2.

“Hello! I left the country and I am in Tirana. But, frankly, I do not know what to do next. How are you and where are you?” – this was a call from Aviv.

“We are in Istanbul, join us,” we replied.

“Perhaps I will do so.”

“Hi guys! There were no tickets to Istanbul and I flew to the city of Mersin. I am already in Turkey. It needs to find where the bus stops here to the city.

Oh guys, here is Shekel! How I miss this baby. There is a cat, it is exactly like Shekel, I took it in my arms and pat it, it is completely tame”.

Only a few months later it occurred to us to look and we discovered that in fact there is no airport in the city of Mersin … And Shekel was a cat – a common favorite in the diving club in Eilat.

A whole series of misadventures awaited ostensibly Aviv, about which he constantly told us on the phone.
And we were in touch around the clock, going through with him whole days those steep turns that fate sent him, trying to help him as best we could.

“I missed the train a bit and went to the bus station. I saw a bus to the city of Adana and hurried to run into it, but was suddenly stopped by a heavy slap in the face from an elderly woman driver. It was terrible, I was taken out of the bus station by the guards and blacklisted. It turns out that the bus was purely female and men were not allowed there. I did not know anything about that!” – his offended voice rang out.

“Guys, I wanted to catch a train to Istanbul, but you remember that before leaving, an employee at Hapoalim bank broke my bank card, and Google Pay does not work in Turkey, I did not know that. So I had to look for an exchanger. While I found it and changed money, the train unfortunately had already left and I went to the bus station.

I saw a bus to Adana and hurried to get on it. But there an elderly woman suddenly hit me in the face and called the guards. They took me out of the bus station and blacklisted me. It turns out that the bus was purely female and men were not allowed there. I did not know anything about that!” – Aviv’s offended voice rang out in the phone.

“I left Mersin by minibus and I’m already in Adana. But I would not like to find a place to sleep here, but to go further.  I don’t know if it will work out”, he said an hour later.

“I managed to catch a bus to Konya. However, it is quite old and it looks very likely that it may soon break down. But I’m on my way”

“So it turned out, the bus, unfortunately, broke down and it looks like we will spend the night here. Let’s call you in the morning”, he said, calling a couple of hours later.

“Yes, guys, I felt that the night would not be easy. All the passengers, the elderly men, gathered to pray, and before that it is need to wash the bus, and I had to do it, because everyone on the bus was much older than me, and the place for prayer should be clean.  While I was hauling water from a well nearby and washing the bus, my clothes became completely dirty and wet with sweat. And in order not to hurt the feelings of my fellow travelers, I had to rent a clean shirt and trousers from one of them to change for prayer.

Now we have come to the village, not far from the place where the bus broke down, so that everyone can rest and have a snack”, that was Aviv’s story the next morning.

A few hours later, he called again with shocking news.

“It was terrible. They took me into a room and closed the door. There was an older woman in the room, older than my mother, and imagine yourself — they wanted me to marry her, that was awfully.

I broke out, broke down the door and ran away… but I do not know where I am, I do not know where to go and I am afraid that they will look for me…”

“OH, GUYS, I forgot my documents on the bus. Oh my God! What should I do? How can I leave the country without documents? We need to find a bus. I remember where it is. I’ll call you when I get there”

“Yes, I see it, it’s our bus. But I can’t get into it, apparently it took off the brake, rolled down the hill and now its door rests against a tree, and the windows are all closed. I’ll have to knock out the glass in one of them with a stone and climb inside. There is! I threw a stone and the glass broke, but I’m afraid there might be someone on the bus. Now I’ll leave my phone turned on here and climb for my documents. “

“Oh, guys, I ran so hard that my heart almost jumped out of my chest! I took the documents, but there were people on the bus, they started shooting at me. I ran aimlessly as fast as I could. It looks like they didn’t pursue me.”

“I just barely escaped from some strange people. I got lost and now I do not know where the road on which the bus was traveling is. This is some kind of cut off from civilization area and I do not understand how to get out of it.” 

What to do? You can’t leave a friend, you have to help him somehow, save him!

And we called some wealthy man, Yossi, who was recommended to us by a Mexican friend. Yossi hired a taxi driver who understood where to go and knew where the area is that wasn’t mapped.

“GUYS, dusk is gathering, it will soon be completely dark, the taxi driver is in touch with me and he is, not without reason, worries that if we don’t find him within half an hour, then the chances of Aviv getting out of this situation alive and well will be minimal.”- Yossi, who hired a TAXI driver, told us.

“I don’t see him. I can’t find it. Where exactly is he? Soon it will be completely dark and then we will definitely not find him,” the taxi driver said with concern in his voice.

“The taxi driver passed by, he needs to go back a little. Yes, Aviv is here, on a side street. I feel like someone is telling me that it is so,” I said. 

“Yes, there’s someone lying next to the curb. Some red-haired guy, he looks like the one in the photo. I found him and got in the car”.

Hurray! We breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, we can relax a little.

“I’m going in the taxi. My clothes were completely torn, but the taxi driver gave me another one. I hope everything will be all right.” – we soon heard the tired voice of Aviv.

“Guys, everything is fine, thank you! The taxi driver, and he turned out to be just a wonderful guy, fed me in a cafe on the way and drove me to some port where I boarded this ship sailing to Malta. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart, I am very tired, I will go to rest.”

Birthday by paranormal.

Today is my birthday and for many years this day for me was the day when I invariably fell into depression. I tried to forget about it, not to notice that it will pass more quickly, experiencing deep dissatisfaction with the person that I was and that, albeit already changed, but completely insufficient, as I am now.

The morning began with the fact that the scheduled posts on WordPress were not published at night.
And this made me realize even more that I needed a complete reboot, not, even more, this is not enough!

I realized that today I want and have a chance to completely reconsider my life and be reborn in the paranormal.

I came to a clear understanding of why my son and I were expelled from Eilat and Israel and blocked almost all of our friends and acquaintances. We found ourselves, as it were, completely cut off from the usual life, because we needed a complete revision of it, an understanding of our goals and objectives in life, our values ​​and priorities, which in our everyday bustle would never have happened.

“Yaron, I realized that both of us need a revision and a positive change in our lives, and that huge layer of information “from the general’s computer” that Ariel’s voice told us for almost eight hours in a row clearly hinted to us about it. But at that moment we did not understand anything because they were completely unprepared for this yet.”

“Yes, I agree, Maayan, we were moving to a dead end, but did not understand this. In recent days I often recalled episodes from school life, but as if from the side, as if there was some kind of bystander, not me.”
“I feel the same. I cannot identify myself with Alla or Ela Sidorova, or you with Vyacheslav Shingirey. I have a feeling that these people are unfamiliar to me.”
Forgive the fear and anxiety that have haunted us for so long, unnecessary discussion and condemnation of anyone!
Goodbye, Alla or Ela!
Goodbye, Vyacheslav or Slava!
Hello, happy new birthday, Maayan Weg!
Hello, happy new birthday, Yaron Weg!

Let’s think, Yaron, how we would like to see ourselves and our life, if today we had a chance to be born again.

We are always in agreement with our creative energetic worlds or with ourselves and carry out our main task or work in life – interaction with other energetic worlds.
We, I and Yaron move through Life easily and confidently in the wave of our creative inner worlds, fulfilling our main task in Life.
I, like Yaron too, know and feel for sure the right direction of movement, and therefore all the issues that arise are resolved easily. We sell and provide our books, posts and publications for the development and positive change of people, and this gives us the income that we need to live comfortably in a place where we can develop well and actively, promote our business and travel a lot, which is necessary for us.

“Yes, I agree with you, Maayan!”

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Istanbul. The Paranormal Scam. Part 1.

“Well, now, we have definitely left and definitely in Turkey.” – I said to my son when our plane landed at Istanbul Sabiha airport on the morning of July 16.

“You know, this is an amazing city, it stands on two seas and two parts of the world” – answered the son.

“Yes, of course, and it is also immense, and you and I do not even imagine where we should go in it, because our apartment has not been booked, since it was not possible to do this from our card.”

“Yes, this is a serious question. It’s good that the whole day lies ahead.”

“We need to connect to Wi-Fi at the airport. It just doesn’t seem to work here. Let’s go to the city and find some hotel or hostel.”

“Ok! There’s a bus over there. Yes, they say it goes to the city. Let’s go.”

“We’ve been driving for an hour and a half, maybe it’s time to get out?”

“Let’s!”

After wandering around the streets of Istanbul with suitcases for several hours and finding neither a hotel nor an Internet connection, we realized that finding apartments without booking in an unknown area is not an easy task.

“Yaron, let’s ask everyone in a row, someone will tell you anyway. So I see a communication salon, I’ll go ask the workers.

“Sorry, can you tell me where you can find a hotel here?” – I looked hopefully at the salon worker.
“You’ve come to the right place. Come on, I’ll show you a small hotel nearby.”
“Oh, how great! Thanks!”
“The room certainly leaves much to be desired, but the view is beautiful and in any case better than nothing. Now let’s connect to Wi-Fi and hopefully find something more optimal for tomorrow.”

“Yaron, look, here some note came to the phone, it seems from the army. Read it!
“They write here that if I do not fill out the questionnaire in time, the military will come to our house and take me to service.”
“I can’t stand it all anymore!
These notes get on my nerves so much! I’d rather throw out this SIM card altogether, anyway it is not needed here in Turkey. “

We still DO NOT UNDERSTAND the meaning of what happened, what we did and how difficult the situation in which we found ourselves was.

And, having heard a lot of fake conversations before leaving Eilat, we awaited the arrival of our friends with hope.

“Yaron, we need to contact our friends from Eilat, remember that many of them were also going to leave. Maybe it will be possible to continue the journey together and find a way out of the situation.”

“Of course it needs to be done. Who are we going to call first?”
Wow, we just started talking about this and look here Ariel is calling on Watsapp. “

“Hi guys. How are you and where? In Istanbul? How did you get there?”
It’s strange that you were allowed to pass at the airport.
And I’m on a ship from Eilat. We are now moored in some small port in Egypt. The ship is filled with water and food, and in a few minutes we are already sailing.
I am very upset and even scared that I sat on this vessel. The fact that here on the ship is unbearable, there are no at least more or less normal conditions, that there is an insane heat and stuffiness here, it’s hard and annoying, but most importantly, it’s not at all … And the fact that all the sailors on the ship are incredibly tall, just huge Africans. I have never seen such huge people, they are 7 to 8 feet tall, I am not kidding. This is true! They walk around the ship almost completely naked and they do not look very friendly in my direction. This situation causes me great concern …” – we heard Ariel’s voice in the receiver.

“Ariel, then we advise you to leave as soon as possible, because until the next stop where you can get off, the ship will sail for at least a month,” we said.

“Yes, you are right. I am already running to collect my things, I have only a few minutes, while
the ship did not sail. “

“Well, I’m already at the port. Now I need to find a car to get to Cairo and get on a plane. You say that Istanbul is calm enough? Then I will fly to you.”

“Guys, did you hear that a conflict arose between Egypt and Turkey and from today on July 24 all flights from Cairo to Istanbul have been canceled? Well, nothing, you will have to fly with a transfer.”

“The Egyptians, in whose car I was driving something, gave me something to drink and I accidentally flew in a different direction, in general I ended up at a military base and, in principle, everything is fine here, I was offered to teach the soldiers yoga and freediving for a decent reward. And the general, the commander at the base, he was filled with good feelings for me. He calls me “brother” and invited me to dinner today and I was just amazed at the incredible delicacies that were served to us during it. “

“Guys, you also need to tighten up your physical shape. Grab a pen and write down the exercises you need for the spine.
We will also train breath holding … “

“Hi guys, how are you doing with the exercises?
Good? Well, well done!
And I’m at the computer geneal, he has already gone to bed, and I have access to his information base. So much information about each person, I have never seen before and I see it on a video camera. Here is your mother, Yaron, at the age of 10, together with her cousin, they tore cuts from a tree and some elderly man kicked her sister’s ears. By the way, that sister of hers now lives in Boston.
And here we are with Adam, you can see how we fought with him in the market ten years ago.

What an interesting, very tall handsome man he knew your mother, his name was … but his fate is unenviable …

But I see the scene of your parents’ acquaintance, Yaron, it was …

And you know, one of your old acquaintances … now there are problems … “

“Yaron, let’s sleep! Enough! How long has it been?” – I could not resist.
“Five in the morning.” – answered the son.

“Ariel called at 9 pm !!!
And all this time he told and told us an endless number of stories about all our friends, acquaintances, relatives, named the dates, the names of people about whom I had almost forgotten, told how their fates developed and some unknown episodes from their lives. Where did he get so much information from? And how true is it? And why do we need it at all?
Okay, let’s sleep better, Yaron! “

“Here at the base people began to envy the attention that the general was giving me and the salary that was promised to me and I felt that they had made some kind of conspiracy against me and I was in danger. And yesterday, after finishing training with the soldiers, I threw myself into the sea and swam, I was picked up by some strange, old, poorly equipped ship, on which there was not even drinking water and instead of it I was invited to drink from a jug some very strange red drink, I did not understand what it was, but it seemed to me that I got on the ship of cannibals … “

“The ship anchored near the coast and at night I decided that it would be wiser to leave it and try to swim to the coast. I succeeded, but I do not understand where I ended up, I am in some kind of desert and obviously in a combat zone.

I just picked up the phone that was lying around here and, just in case, grabbed another … machine.
I found the North Star and determined from it that I was moving north, most likely in the direction of Turkey. “

“And today is the sixth day I have been walking in the desert without shoes, food, water or sleep, and I have walked more than five hundred miles …”

Thus, our conversations with Eilat acquaintances simply broke records in duration, they lasted for hours and reminded
an action-packed film.

filled with adventures, heroic, funny, and sometimes even fantastic
events.
And we were so in a constant whirlpool of these events happening to them that somehow we simply forgot about … our own difficult situation.
In fact, we continued to live again in the same web of fake reality.

Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 3. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of our home and out of the country. Not by people. But by who?

My son was supposed to fill out a questionnaire three weeks before the trip to the agenda, but as soon as he opened it, my head began to be pressed insanely, and he fell into a kind of stupor and could not write a single line.

And notes began to come from the military that if the son did not fill out the questionnaire on time, he would have problems. Apparently, these notes were also FAKE, but we did not even assume that this was POSSIBLE at the time.

“Hi, Yaron! I wanted to tell you, just don’t tell your mother so that she doesn’t worry, but the other day I had a guy’s dad at freediving who went to Beersheba for the first summons and was taken straight from there to work at the nuclear reactor in Dimona.” – Ariel’s voice was telling in the phone.

Then another call from Ariel and a new story about another guy… who was also taken from the first summons… and military informed his parents only a few days later.

Another call and a story about guys who had their passports torn or canceled on the first summons…

And this is my only son and a very beloved one… and my fear for him has reached a critical point.

I left work on the afternoon of July 12 and worried about every creak of the gate in the yard, imagining that it could be the military.

“I don’t know what to do. I am insanely afraid that we will not survive this summons. And if they take you away? I’ll just die of grief. And it’s also scary to leave. Where to? Now everything is developing well here, we have received the coveted certificate of remote education, thanks to the excellent doctor, and the social worker of the school Yuval said that he has taken up the solution of this issue and a teacher will start coming to you one of these days. This now seems to be the only case in the whole of Eilat, because in Israel there is a law according to which all students are required to attend school.

We have finally rented a great apartment in the best area of the city with a pleasant owner, where we alone use a large courtyard.

And finally, Ariel and Adam, they are such nice people, will soon rent a villa for work and offer cooperation with them. We have a visit to our doctor before the summons, he is determined to help us with a certificate for release from the army.

Remember, we recently saw him in the store, he recognized us, greeted us and smiled, he is clearly disposed to us. In general, almost everyone here treats us well. And finally, Yaron, I love this place very much, and I feel an indissoluble connection with it.

But … and if they take you into the army from the first summons, as Ariel told, and you will feel bad, and I will not stand it? And this “but” scares me so much that it outweighs all the other advantages at once, because if there is no Life, then nothing is needed. I do not know what to do? What are we going to do, Yaron? And also, I don’t understand, Yaron, is it turn so out that all our friends want to leave due to the changed situation in the country?”

In general, we decided to buy tickets and leave. Where to? I don’t know where could buy tickets, because, as I said, my card was blocked for online purchases. I had to ask a acquaitance, she showed great perseverance and she managed to pay for our tickets for 5.30 am on July 16 to Istanbul from her card somewhere on the 20th attempt, on the evening of July 14. Then we ran to the Eilat bus station to buy bus tickets to Tel Aviv the next day.

I hurriedly collected what I could from things, collecting only one suitcase, so that the inspector at the airport would not have a suspicion that we were leaving for a long time. All the other things were left in the apartment and in the villa at the club. On July 15, we left by day bus and were in Tel Aviv in the evening. The bus did not go to Ben Gurion, we drove on some route to the turn where the airport lights were visible, then we went on foot with our things, got lost , but by midnight, sweaty, sweating and tired, we draged ourselves the airport.

It was unusually deserted near the entrance to the airport, we showed the security guard our tickets and he let us pass, although we probably looked a little crazy.

“Yaron, let’s go have a cappuccino, against our usual custom, calm down a little and go slowly to check in for our flight.”

“Yes, of course!”

“How strange, Yaron, will we really never come back here? It breaks my heart!

Yaron, but will the inspector let us through? And suddenly, on the contrary, he will call the military? I’m so nervous that my legs are even shaking.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s go!”

The first check at the airport is a security check.

My son and I approached a woman who looked at us suspiciously, began to ask us a lot of questions about why we did not buy tickets ourselves, why and for how long we were going to Turkey, and then called the male boss.

He took our darkons (foreign passports) and, stepping aside, stared at them intently for several minutes, which seemed endless to us. I think that at this moment, fear and confusion were simply written on our faces.

“Let them pass!” – he said to the woman.

“But, why? The guy is 18, they are…”

“I told you to let them through, I’m the boss here!”

We exhaled.

“The test is passed” – my son whispered to me.

“Wait, we’ll say that when we land in Turkey.”

This happened on the morning of July 16 and a new counttime began for us.

Entangled in a web of fear and fake reality, we still did not fully understand WHAT HAD HAPPENED and what we would have to go through, that Life HAD CHANGED ABRUPTLY FOREVER. We did not understand THEN THAT SUCH A THING WAS POSSIBLE AT ALL, namely, that this whole SITUATION was FAKE, RIGGED, BUT NOT RIGGED BY PEOPLE.

Today, as I write these lines, it has been more than a year since we are wandering around the world and how much pain, anguish and despair we have experienced!!!

We have tried many times to understand and analyze how this could have happened and what motives our energy-informational worlds had to expel us from the country. So far, we have not been able to contact any person from Eilat . If we call them via Whatsapp or messenger, we are answered, moreover, soon after the call…, but only fakes ― fake of Adam, fake of Ariel, fake of Avner, fake of Aviv…

Now we are in Adjara, in Batumi and there is a storm with a thunderstorm on the street. I stand in the doorway and watch as an incredibly heavy downpour floods the yard with streams of water and they, along with thunderclaps, seem to clear my thoughts, wash away my pain and tears from my eyes. Goodbye, my dear Eilat, Ramon Crater, the Israeli desert, I love and remember you!

But I understand that we have to go further and I really hope that very soon we will be able to leave for our native places , which I have been waiting for many years to meet. Hello, Sonora! Hello, Arizona! We should see you soon!!!

And our story continues! Many new , even more interesting, unusual and exciting adventures in Istanbul – a huge and beautiful city on two seas and two parts of the world, are waiting for your attention, dear reader!

Paranormal everyday life. Season 1. Episode 8. Part 2. This is not a mystery and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of our home and out of the country. Not by people. But by who?

“Let’s go! Look, it seems that Nufar is coming to meet us.”

“Exactly”

“Hi, guys, you look good! How are you? Have you rented an apartment? Well done! Come to our center, but call in advance. To be honest, everything has not changed for the better. A lot more work has come, and salaries were cut. But I’m happy for you!” – said Nufar, a specialist from the center for work with teenagers, with whom we collaborated to obtain a certificate of remote education for the son.

“It seems to be like this everywhere now” – the son remarked philosophically.

“I’m not at all sure that our employers are planning to pay you a salary.”

And the situation in the diving club where I worked also became extremely tense. The founders of the club, while it was not working in connection with the lockdown, got into debt and became very nervous, irritable and even aggressive.

Almost all the permanent employees who used to live in the villa in the club were fired. And a group of freedivers, with our friends Ariel and Adam, decided to completely separate from the diving club and rent a separate villa for work.

“Yaron, we need to go to the bank of Leumi, withdraw money from the card to pay for the apartment”

“Let’s go!”

“We came, but I don’t understand what is happening here? Why are there so many people near the bank? Yaron, ask the guard.”

“It seems that today we will not be able to withdraw money. The security guard said that the ATM is not working, because the money was not brought today, because a rocket hit the collection car on the way from Beersheba, and he also said that there was a shootout in the bank itself recently.”

“Yaron, this has never happened before, as everything is not changing for the better. Maybe we should go for a walk to the Eilat Mountains, just to relax and clear our thoughts, it usually always helps”

“Well, here we are in the mountains, it’s always good here.

No, not as always, I still feel some kind of anxiety. Now I understand why. Yaron, look at the top of that mountain, there is a group of military personnel, inspecting the surroundings. Yes, there is no sense of calm here either. I’m so afraid that we won’t survive this trip to the army summons, if it’s so difficult for you to even go to school. It is also unpleasant that my bank card is blocked for online purchases due to the state of emergency, and we cannot buy tickets not only for a plane, but even for a bus for 100 shekels or book an apartment on Airbnb for 20 euros. It is uncomfortable that the previously always open borders with Egypt and Jordan, which are within walking distance here, are now closed due to the pandemic. It is spent so much money to build Ramon, our new international airport in Eilat, and it only works for local flights. Why?

Yes, and judging by what it is written in the news, Ben Gurion can be closed any day and a new lockdown will begin very soon and all movements will be very limited.”

“Yes, everything is changing very seriously” – the son replied.

Indeed, the pressure and constant anxiety seemed to hang in the air, which was unusual for the usually cheerful sunny Israel.

“What to do, Yaron? It is clearly necessary to leave the club, and after all, in the future maybe to leave for the States?”

“Well, we have already reached the club”

“Look, there’s Adam here, let’s talk to him about this all.” Picture Adam “Hi, Yaron, Maayan! Yes, this is a serious topic, but I don’t want to discuss it here, it has become too uncomfortable here, now you don’t know what to expect from the founders of the club. Let’s better phone each other later. Yes, Ariel and I are going to rent a villa ourselves for work, so I’ll see you there soon.”

Thus, all serious conversations began to take place on the phone.

Judging by them, almost all of our friends were concerned and even frightened by the arisen situation and wanted to leave the country. We spent hours discussing such possibilities with them on the phone and have not even closely realize that we were not talking to these people or EVEN to PEOPLE IN GENERAL, ALTHOUGH THE TIMBRE AND INTONATION OF THE VOICE THAT WE HEARD FROM THE PHONE WERE EXACTLY THE SAME AS THOSE OF OUR FRIENDS.

Aviv, a cheerful, but rather frivolous young guy, a former manager of the club, judging by telephone conversations with “him”, frightening of a possible summons to the army, left all his things in a rented apartment and tried to go to Poland with a small suitcase to visit our mutual acquaitance Robert, spent two days at the airport, but the flight was canceled.

Adam, whose motto for several years has been “don’t worry be happy”, a freediver on the phone said that he found out that he had been sent a summons and wanted to fly to his relatives in England, but it didn’t work out, the inspecting man at the airport didn’t allow him to exit. He was thinking about leaving the country through the port of Eilat.

Ariel, an experienced freediver and entrepreneur, has said during telephone conversations that it had become difficult in the country and he and his friend Adam were planning to open a freeliving club in Mexico and they invite us to go with them.

Avner, a diver and entrepreneur, again on the phone, told that he allegedly received a French residence permit in March and he urgently needed to leave for France, which he tried to do through the Haifa port, but it did not work out.

We had a strange feeling that all our Israeli friends want to leave the country.

In the summer of 2020, the government announced the beginning of the annexation of the Palestinian territories, which could lead to a general mobilization. And my son is 18, we are convinced pacifists and vegans, who are unable to offend even a fly and whom even a military uniform puts into a stupor, and the army is perceived as something that cannot be survived and in which it is impossible to participate. And Yaron also suffers from social phobia, it is difficult for him (and me too) to be in school or other large institutions, and we received from the doctor permission and recommendations for remote training, a single case in Eilat.

And then a note from the army comes to the phone that the son must go to Beersheba on July 30 for the first summons.

Only after almost a year, when I began to write this episode, I realized that there was NO NOTE ABOUT THE SUMMONS. That is, it certainly was, but it was NOT written by PEOPLE and was FAKE, FALSE.

As soon as I realized this, I just felt with complete confidence inside myself that this is exactly the case, as laughter and a not very flattering comment “Suckers!” were heard from the laptop.

It was only then that we remembered that the note did not even specify the specific time of the visit and the address of the military base.

Moreover, we didn’t even notice it then, we were so paralyzed by fear, which made fools of us.

But we have met Adam and Ariel many times outside the villa, Eilat is a small city, and they were often driving and plied around the city, Adam always especially greeted us with a three-time horn, and if it occurred to us to talk to him or Ariel in person, then this whole fake staging would crumble. We would have might finally realized that our energy-informational worlds simply played us out and would not have left anywhere. But for what purpose did they so persistently and stubbornly expel us from Israel?

Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 8. Part 1. This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is a paranormal reality. How we were kicked out of the house and out of the country. Not by people. By who?

This is a real story and a very sad episode for us, which radically changed our lives.
Now, as I write these lines, more than a year has passed since those events, but I don’t care I feel like my heart literally breaks when describing them.

“Yaron, what are we going to do today, where do you prefer to stay overnight?” – I asked my son, in the evening of the day following the extreme night in the rented apartment.

“Anywhere, but not there!” – he replied.

“Then let’s go!” – I said and we quietly made our way to the spare room in the diving club.

This went on for several evenings until our maneuver was noticed by employers.

“Maayan and Yaron, you rented an apartment, why are you spending the night in the diving club?”

I blushed, not knowing what to say, and mumbled, “It’s so stuffy, it smells of paint, we’re uncomfortable there, I want to terminate the contract. Can we come back here for now?”

“Good! You would just say right away. And deal with the owners, guys, call off the payment.”

“Of course! Thank you! It turned out so inconvenient! It’s good, Yaron, that the situation with that apartment has been resolved, I’m not yet ready to look for a new one. “

Several months have passed, during which 2020 has come, another ineffective elections to the Knesset have been held, the era of coronavirus has begun and the first lockdown has passed.

By the end of May, we again, although not without internal fears, returned to the idea of ​​renting an apartment. We were prompted by a new site for finding apartments komo.co.il and on it we found what we wanted nearby literally 50 yards from the diving club in Nut Lane.

This time, the apartment met all the parameters we wanted.

It was part of a villa, had a separate entrance and we had a separate courtyard with a table, chairs and a large mirror, and we could also use the large outer courtyard of the villa, where there were sun loungers, fig trees and flowers. Its owner, Moshe, was a pleasant, benevolent man, always ready for dialogue, and our neighbors were always friendly and attentive to us.

“Yaron, it’s good that we rented this apartment, I like it so much! And the place, everything we wanted!”

“Yes, and me too!”

“How good it is to relax here from the hustle and bustle of the villa and lunch seems to have a completely different taste, right?”

“Yes, I also enjoy peace and quiet.”

“Let’s try to spend the night here one of these days. What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Remembering that night in Grape Lane, I’m not sure. It’s good that we didn’t tell anyone that we rented an apartment.
Let’s go to the diving club, it’s too late.”

“Okay! It’s really two minutes to walk here. Here we are. Let’s settle down. I’ll set my alarm on the phone at 5.30, as usual, make breakfast, hang in my yoga hammock, and wake you up at 6.30. Ok?”

“Okay! But why is the alarm ringing now?”

“Yes, it’s true! There is some kind of creeping line on top of the phone. It says “if you spend the night in that apartment, you won’t live long.”

“As usual, some horror!”

“But to tempt fate, to be honest, after the memorable events on Grape, I don’t want to!”

“I totally agree with you!”

“You know, Yaron, I am so worried that someone does not find out about all these paranormalities of ours and we are not considered some strange personalities or psychos.”

“I also think about it from time to time.”

Taught and tortured by negative experience, we feared … everything
It was as if we were in a dense web of fear, which did not allow us to reasonably ponder and analyze what was happening …

“No, we do not live on Eilat Street, we live in a city with that name” – said his son, answering the call during lunch in an apartment on Nut Lane.

“This is a landlord of an apartment in another city. Listen to what he says.” – my son told me

“You need to move out of your apartment on Eilat Street within a month, it will soon become completely unusable, at first occasionally, and then the water supply and power supply will completely stop working” – said a man’s voice in the phone.

“Thank you, but we live in the city of Eilat, in Nut Lane, not on Eilat street”

“I hope you understand me, by October it will be completely impossible to live in the apartment!!!”

“Yaron, what do you think about this! Strange call, isn’t it? Is this another hint? He didn’t seem to hear what we were telling him. I got the feeling that it was not about an apartment, but about the situation in the country that lately has not changed for the better. You too?” – I asked my son.

“Yes. Moreover, do you remember those notes that appeared in an incomprehensible way on our phones? Do you remember that it said that we cannot live in this country in any apartment?”

“Yes, I remember. I hope it was an exaggeration.
Although we seem to be constantly prompted to another country for life, this is the United States, but we still cannot get there now, we do not have a visa, and the Consulate in Tel Aviv because of the coronavirus does not seem to work”

“Yaron, look there is a saguaro cactus painted on the gate! It is as if something happens to me when I see it.
Yaron, look, this cactus looks like a little saguaro, right?
How beautiful it is!
When I see them, I feel some kind of joy and sadness at the same time, as if where they are, this is my home, but it is far away and whether I will ever get there – I don’t know. And you?”

“I find nothing extraordinary in them.”

“Remember to go to the school website and see the information you need.”

“I remember right now …
Look, this is some other Goldwater School. There are other photos and it is written in English, not Hebrew. It seems to be Goldwater School in Tucson, Arizona, USA. What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should go there? Do you hear this song? ”I love you, Arizona!” How did it turn on by itself on the computer? You didn’t play it, did you?”

“No, I didn’t even know about its existence.”

“What a touching song. I already have tears flowing, as if my house is there, but I can’t get there!”

“Arizona is waiting for you!” – a half-child’s voice said from the laptop.

“What? Who’s saying this?”

“Arizona is waiting for you!” – repeated the same voice from the laptop.

“Yeah! Let’s go better clear our minds, Yaron, they are already overheated …”