“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.”
“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.
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.”
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!”
“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!
“Let’s go! Look, it seems that Nufar is coming to meet us.”
“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”
“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?
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 …”
“Accept our congratulations, guys, we are very glad that you have finally found the desired apartment with a yard and your favorite cacti, as you wanted” – the employers told us.
“Yeah! Only how can I tell them now that we are not very sure whether it is possible to live there?” – we thought. It was Friday, the city was gradually enveloped in twilight and the thought of the upcoming overnight stay began to disturb us more and more.
“Yaron, let’s decide what to do. After all the events that happened in that apartment, to be honest, I’m afraid to spend the night in it. Yes, I’m afraid!”
“But what to do? If we now stay overnight at the diving club, when we told everyone that we rented an apartment, no one will understand us.”
“Maybe you just need to tune in to the positive and boldly go to our separate apartment. Any reasonable person would say that what happened to us is just “nonsense and nonsense.”
“Yeah! You are so determined! I wonder if you have the courage to go to sleep inside the apartment?”
“To be honest, I’m not at all sure about this. But can we pull out the second sofa into the yard, especially since one is already there and get a rest in the fresh air?”
“And this is an idea. Let’s take a couple of warm blankets with us from here. Because winter nights are cool even in Eilat.”
“Well, we got here. What’s so terrible about it? We’re not going to spend the night inside the house” – said the son, when we settled down rather comfortably on the sofas in the courtyard of the rented apartment. “Yeah! It’s funny enough when people rent an apartment, but they themselves are afraid to go inside. By the way, Yaron, I got so drunk on tea from all my worries that now I can’t stand to take one walk. But I’m not ready to go inside, so I’ll go outside, there still usually no one walks even during the day. And you wait for me, okay?” – I said, and went outside the courtyard into the street through the iron door of the high gates with stakes on top. After a couple of minutes, returning back, I was puzzled by a new problem.
The door, which was latching from the inside, even from the outside, was somehow locked in some unknown way, and all my attempts to push the latch turned out to be in vain.
“How could she close like that, I don’t understand? What to do now? How to get inside?”
If I knock loudly, I can wake up the owners, they go to bed early. It will be very inconvenient!
“Yaron! Yaron! You are not sleeping! Please open the door!”
“Why can’t he hear? He couldn’t fall asleep so fast, could he?”
“Yaron! Yaron! Open up please!”
“It looks like it’s useless!”
“I must try to climb over the fence. But it is so tall and most importantly, these long stakes, and on the other side there is nowhere to put foot.”
“What to do?” – I pondered the situation, perched higher on the fence, so that the courtyard was in my line of sight. What is happening there?
The light in our house came on and went out and flashed again and went out again.
Obviously, something amiss is going on there, it worries me very much. Where is Yaron, why can’t he hear me? I can’t climb. What to do?
“Oh, Yaron! Finally! Where have you been? Didn’t you hear me screaming and calling you?”
“No, I dozed off”
“And you didn’t turn on the lights in the apartment?”
“No, I didn’t go there”
“We rushed there sooner, something is clearly happening there …” – I said and ran to the apartment, from within which some kind of vague noise was heard.
And when I, full of anxious premonitions, opened the door, we saw that from all the taps – in the kitchen and in the bathroom, water was flowing with might and main … on the floor, since the drain hoses were pulled out below, like last time. But this time, water also flowed from the shower, the hose from which lay on the floor of the shower. The washing machine came to life again and again In some unknown way, its wire … turned out to be plugged into the outlet, her door was closed, the washing program was set, and at the same time the drain plug was unscrewed and water from it was also poured into the floor.
And on the floor there is already a layer of water two inches high.
“Yaron, look what’s going on here!”
I rushed to close the taps and insert the drain hoses, the outlet from the washing machine, when I pulled it, fortunately I accidentally pulled out with the “meat”. Then, with a bucket and a shovel, I began hastily to collect water, hoping that this “wonderful” picture would not be seen by the owners. But, as soon as I managed to remove at least some of the water, the taps opened again and, of course, the drain hoses were pulled out again. And finally, already as if indignant at my stupidity and lack of understanding that I should have just left there long ago, the massive metal front door began to slowly but inexorably close. “Yaron, Yaron, come here soon! Hold the door! Help! You know that I have claustrophobia! I am terrified of closed doors. And I don’t want to be doused with toilet cleaner!” Yaron! Fuh! It kind of opened up!” But I don’t understand what to do with this water, I’ll try to remove it all the same. Oh, Yaron, the door, please hold it, it closes again! Let me come out of here, I do not want to be closed here and doused with poisonous liquids! Brr! I’ll try to put things in order in the morning. Let’s try to sleep now. “
Except that a blanket flew to the roof of our guest house several times and I had to get it out with a mop, because it was cold without it.
And the disappearance of the sandals in which I came and my phone, nothing else strange or scary until the morning happened.
And in the morning when we are timid we settled down in the courtyard to have breakfast and drink tea after a very difficult night, the keys to the apartment, which had previously been hanging in the keyhole, disappeared, and the apartment itself turned out to be closed …
Then my bag disappeared, which contained our passports and credit cards, money … It was then that I felt that I could no longer do this. I sat dumb and complete shock and not knowing what to do … “Yaron, if the bag is not found, or rather does not appear, I do not understand what is the best way to proceed? Go to work, to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to the police, to the bank? To say that everything was stolen from us? Where? Who? How? All these options are extremely absurd and unpleasant “
However, after a while the situation, fortunately, was resolved. “Yaron, Yaron, the door has opened! God, what a relief, my bag is here, it’s on the table. And here is the phone. What happiness! Now there are only sandals left so that you can go to them. Of course, if anything, then I will go to the diving club barefoot.
Yaron, and here is one sandals, for some reason it fell into an electric kettle.
“But the second one also falls.”
As soon as the necessary things were returned to us, nothing more delayed us there.
“Yaron, they haven’t returned our keys? How are we going to close the door?”
Here on the boiler a red light came on warningly, as if advising us to be more agile, and we decided to leave as soon as possible, closing the door.
A few hours after the end of my work, we walked from the “Gourmet” store.
“I will never spend the night in that apartment again. “- I said with feeling.
And right there in front of me, from above, almost touching my nose, keys fell onto the pavement.
Several days passed before we decided to make a sortie to the apartment in Grape Lane to pick up our things.
“I’ll wait for you here, if you don’t mind” – said the son, stopping at the gate of the house.
“Okay, I will try to quickly! I will try to concentrate within myself!”
“I sort of collected everything, everything is fine. Come on, I don’t want to linger here” – I said, leaving the house with my things in a few minutes.
As you probably understood, we refused to rent that apartment.
And since then we have become afraid of washing machines …
And we now have a separate yard with my favorite cacti. Are you satisfied with our new apartment? “
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if we were in a hurry.”
“To be honest, so am I.”
After many unsuccessful attempts, we still found and rented an apartment at a private house in Grape Lane from a very elderly couple. Whether it was luck or a test, judge for yourself, dear readers!
As we wanted, these apartments were a separate guest house near the entrance gate. It had a separate courtyard planted with many flowers, which included a sofa and a table with chairs. A beautiful greenhouse with different types of cacti, fig trees and bright beautiful flowers led to the owners’ house. The territory of the house was surrounded by a high fence and it was located in a quiet cottage area, 10 minutes walk from work.
“Yaron, today, as I finish my work at the diving club, we will go to lunch in a new apartment, finally we will feel in peace and solitude, we have been waiting for this for so long.”
“Well, here we are in the apartment, and you don’t want to take a walk, see the surroundings?” – I asked my son.
“I do not mind”
“Yaron, what is this fruit? You don’t know? It’s so big …”
“This is Azimin, they were artificially planted, I saw such a fruit on Wikipedia.”
“Why did it fall right in front of me? And this one too? And here’s another one?”
“You know, I somehow don’t like it. What if the next one falls on me? This is somehow not very cool! Yaron, maybe we’d better go to lunch! Delicious food usually improves mood, right? It’s been a long time since we enjoyed lunch in silence and solitude.”
“Excellent! I’m all for it!”
“It was delicious! How nice it is when there is peace and quiet around, but somewhy head is pressing hard. You too?” – I asked my son when we finished the meal.
“There is such a thing” – he replied.
“Okay, I’ll go wash the dishes. Everything is in order! Now we can relax! Yaron, what is it? Look at the toaster, the red mains light is on and it heats up, but we didn’t turn it on, it’s completely unpleasant, how can this be?”
The light on the toaster seemed to signal the start of the “fun”.
The next to go on the attack were the jars carefully left by the owners – dispensers with liquid soap and some other green color with a pungent smell of toilet cleaner. They began to seem to come to life and pour their contents onto the surrounding objects …
“Yaron, what’s going on? Look, all kitchen cabinets are already splattered with liquid soap! This dispenser is like sprinkling the soap itself. How can this be? Yaron, the apartment was so clean, I am so unconvient about the owners! And this soap is so hard to wash!”
“Oh, Yaron! My hair, it’s all in soap!
No, it’s even worse! This pungent smell of toilet cleaner is coming from my hair!”
“Yaron, this is awful! I must clean them up as soon as possible! Yaron, as soon as I wash off some of the soap, a new portion immediately appears on my hair. What to do? Yaron, can you hear the water pouring?”
We turned around and saw that the washing machine literally came to life!
Indeed, in some unknown incredible way, the wire from it (which had been lying on the floor before) … turned out to be plugged into the outlet, the mains light came on, the washing program was set, the door closed and at the same time … the drain plug opened!!!! … and water was already pouring out of it by flow onto the floor.
And it happened in a matter of seconds.
“Yaron, this is just some kind of nightmare!” – I said, pulling out the machine’s wire from the outlet and seeing that now the water began to flow simultaneously from the tap in the kitchen and from the tap in the bathroom.
And it flowed from the taps … straight to the floor because the drain hoses in the sinks were pulled out, and the toilet hose was pulled out too … and water was flowing from it, too, right onto the floor.
As I turned off the taps and tried to eliminate the flood, my clothes and hair were completely wet and splattered with that acrid green and yellow odorous liquid soap. My whole body and head itched.
“Yaron, this is unbearable! I can’t stand this anymore, please take the packet with our things and run soon!”
We closed the door and took to ran to the diving club. I sobbed softly and tapped my teeth on my way from the cold and stress.
“Yaron, Yaron! So it can’t be! Look as if someone is chasing me and again and again is sprinkling on me this soapy liquid from the dispenser? Now I again hear this sound, as if someone presses the sprayer and I feel more caustic liquid falling on my hair. How is this possible …? “
“Finally, here it is, the diving club. We got.”
We went into the brightly lit hall of the villa, where people were sitting and doing some kind of their own, ordinary, so cute, routine businesses.
“Yaron, it’s great that there are always people here and it’s so cozy and calm! But look, Aviv (club manager) is coming to us, you talk to him, and I will run to wash myself in the Sweet apartments, fortunately, they are free, and the key is hanging there. It is better that no one sees me up close in such a “soapy” look, because how to explain this?”
I hurriedly ran to the shower and turned on the water, dreaming of finally washing myself.
“Well, calm down already, please! I need to wash off this chemistry!” – I turned to someone invisible.
But it did not want to calm down and now it was throwing my own things at me right into the shower stall – a shirt, sandals, etc.
I have picked them up and laid them on the bathroom floor and sobbing quietly, tried to ignore what was happening as much as possible.
Gradually everything began to calm down.
“Yaron, how nice it is to see familiar friendly people and feel warm and safe! This is a very pleasant feeling! Are you starting to move away from stress too? “ “Yes, you know, we must have looked so weird when we got here, but Aviv didn’t even ask anything. Sometimes he’s so cute!”
How Amazing Life is! At that time we did not yet know what new unexpected “adventures” have been prepared for us in the apartment on Grape Lane.
“Do you think are here dogs? So they are trained, because they don’t bark” – I asked.
“It looks like that” – answered the son.
“What or who are they keeping watching over?”
At one time we were very fond of going down to the sea in the evening, passing by the brightly lights of the Kabakum hotel.
But then began to feel not very comfortable there because of the almost complete absence of people and the rather large flocks of large stray dogs constantly encountered along the road.
So, we almost decided to move to “Paradise”…
At the end of the first month of the rent.
However, it turned out that we told about this offer to our friend from the migration bureau, Nikolay. He became very interested, because for him the payment of utilities was a problem and we laughed to tears when he told us that in winter he sleeps at night in the same shoes in which he comes from the street, because it is very cold, and the money to pay for the round-the-clock air conditioner does not have.
“How can you sleep with your boots on?” – I asked.
“Of course I wipe them with a rag and go to bed. Otherwise, you can freeze” – Nikolay answered.
It also turned out that, just in time, his good friend left for Sofia, a capital of Bulgaria, on that very day, giving the man the opportunity to use his car.
And a few hours after the conversation, our friend had already gone and looked at the offered apartments.
“Hello! The apartment is just great, warm and sunny. And the price is excellent. But there is a very big … I would advise you to refuse the rent. That’s what alerted me. The first is the relationship between the owner and his wife. She is clearly afraid of him and rather it seems that she is in some kind of slavish dependence on him. I looked up the papers and found that she was a tourist who had lived there for several months. Then, it looks like he put her on a hook, making some dirt. The second is that the hotel owner apparently has preferential rates for electricity and water. Why? I have long spied the password from Diana, my chef, and decided to make inquiries about this person through her computer. So, access to information about him is closed. And your stay there may not end well, but he also does not need to arouse suspicion. Go to the owner of “Paradise” and tell them that your plans have changed due to the arrival of relatives who have already rented an apartment for you. This is my advice to you. “
The next day we decided to do so, but our way was as if blocked by the car of the funeral agency, which was parked near the “Diva” apartments on the way to the Paradise hotel.
We saw how the cargo corresponding to its purpose was taken out of the apartments and put into the car.
This sight shocked me and I told my son
“I’m not ready to move to that hotel by no means!”
In fact, this car seemed to have drawn some kind of invisible line, which we could not cross and we never reached the hotel.
And since then, we involuntarily began to pay attention to this noticeable car, and I must say, for some unknown reason, we regularly saw it in the vicinity – when we stood at a bus stop or went to the store. It began to seem to us more and more strange.
“It seems that some very old people live in “Diva”, but they don’t die every day” – my son and I were perplexed.
“Why didn’t they make him tell them the address where he put the missing guys?” – I asked.
“Thomas completely turned off, he was apparently pumped up with alcohol and drugs to the limit and it was already completely useless to talk to him. And the phone was blocked. The Georgian woke up 2.5 hours later and, as if nothing had happened, went home. This was reported by the security guard in the cafe. Atharv and his Turkish friends are shocked by the lack of motive for the crimes committed.” – Vijay told us in a tired voice.
When my son and I came from the grocery store at lunchtime on Tuesday, the owner of our house, as usual, was engaged in house improvement, he talked about his plans for economic affairs, and how he did business in Trabzon (Turkey) many years ago, but the expression in his eyes was quite aggressive.
It was a strange conversation. I spoke to him, trying to understand and put in my head at least some logical picture of what was happening.
And on Wednesday, July 7, at lunchtime, we decided to go to the Indian store again, to find out the news about the missing.
Vijay looked sad and tired.
“Hi! Someone broke the store door last night. Moreover, the burglar was apparently very arrogant and inept, he made a lot of noise, trying to break the door, and alarmed the residents of the neighboring houses, who in the morning began to ask in the shops next to ours about what happened at night. To fix the door, I had to call the master, and then I found a bug with a friend, which was apparently the target of the cracker.
The Turks who arrived, with the help of a police officer they knew, managed to figure out the address by phone number and they found that shed with traces of the life of my missing friends, but they themselves were no longer there. The Turks examined 4 dachas belonging to a Georgian, his wife and his deceased mother, but they did not find the guys, but they saw many objects indicating that something terrible was happening there – handcuffs, something like leashes, apparently intended for people, traces of blood and many other things, which, I’m afraid to even suggest, because they said that they told me only 10 percent of everything they saw. One of the Turks who arrived was just from Trabzon, where Thomas lived and did business in the 90s. The Turk said that this Georgian is still hanging on their stand of wanted criminals and Turkey was seeking his extradition.”
Vijay and a friend Gouda who came to see him invited us, in case of problems or even just like that, to move to live with them in a hostel.
“Food is free there, vegetables and fruits are always there. And my mom cooks very tasty. Come, we will be glad.” – said Vijay’s friend and suddenly smiled broadly.
“We are very grateful to you for such an offer. But let’s hope for a positive development of the situation.” – we answered and left the store.
“Thank you, of course, a very nice offer. But the story is somehow delusional, there are too many horrors. Maybe all this is a lie? But how did they know then that Thomas lived and worked in Trabzon and that his mother had recently died?” – I asked my son.
It was the beginning of the eleventh o’clock in the evening, my son and I were already going to bed when we saw that a bright light was on in the garage and literally a minute later it went out and we heard the noise of a car driving away.
“Usually that late Thomas doesn’t go anywhere” – the son said.
“Let’s better focus on our business. Good night, my dear!” – I replied.
The next day, Monday afternoon, we went to the Indian store.
Vijay looked very tired and worn out.
“Hello! I could not sleep all night, all these recent events are so difficult. Vihaan is in intensive care, his condition is still serious, friends are dissappeared. I don’t understand why everything is so cruel? The police said that my missing friends boarded bus route 16, which runs across the south beach to the Turkish border. I find it hard to believe. Why would they do this?”
“And yet” – he added – “Atharv left for here, several Turkish men from Istanbul will also come, including two brothers who rent apartments in the center of Istanbul and own a hotel in the area where there are many mosques. The elder brother is a big man in the literal sense of the word, that is, he is very tall, and the younger brother has not grown up to him, but has taken place in business.”
We had already left the store and walked a little, when suddenly we stopped, simply dumbfounded with surprise, “Is it really Erol and Emre?”
Those brothers from whom we rented an apartment? The Erol who, according to the fake story, was kidnapped? That Emre from whose phone number, his voice, did the fake tell us so many horrors? (See more Unexplained episodes in everyday life. Season 2. Episode 2 Scary tales told at night. Part 2)
Is it possible such a coincidence that they come from Istanbul, almost thirty million city? Unlikely…
We just have posted a new post and heard Vijay’s call.
“Hi! Yesterday Atharv and the guys from Turkey arrived, they went together in search of the guys and Thomas. They went to the police, to a familiar policeman – a Turk, and he told them the addresses of all the apartments and land plots of the owner of your house. And they drove out of town, where there was a large land holding of a Georgian. On the road, several cars ahead, they seemed to have seen his car, but due to heavy traffic, they could not catch up with it. Frustrated, they drove into a Turkish cafe.
Sat there to rest and relax a bit, and again went in search. Having somewhat lost his attentiveness after drinking a beer in a cafe, the driver did not notice a broken bottle on the road and punctured the tire.
They had to look for the nearest tire fitting. The tire was changed there, but the employee had no change and he said that he was going to change a bill in a cafe nearby. And before that he was shown a photograph of the wanted person.
The worker went to a cafe, successfully changed money, and suddenly in the open door of the toilet at the exit he saw a man sitting in a booth. He compared it with the photo and realized that he is wanted and began to shout loudly “He is here! Come here!”
The Turks and Atharv immediately ran and saw a Georgian, smeared with lipstick in an almost unconscious state, sitting on the toilet in a booth with an open door.
They tried to get an answer from him why he poisoned Vihaan and where the disappeared guys were, but he was already in a state of some kind of half-delirium and the only thing they managed to find out was that the guys were alive.
Why and why were they imprisoned there?
Why was Vihaan poisoned?
From the lack of logic and horror of what happened, the brain explodes!”
But is all that truth? Since we don’t have any proves of Vijay words.
I felt uncomfortable with such an answer from I. I absolutely could not understand what caused such an inadequate, in my opinion, reaction, both to the story about a 125-year-old Indian, and to my note. Of course, I.’s phone for Vijay is completely unnecessary, all he wanted was to be left alone. What measures is he going to take? I told him that I did not tell anyone him number, and he himself called the Indian store and it looks like our communication ended forever.
On Saturday afternoon, while we were having lunch in the gazebo in the yard, Vijay called.
“Hello! Thomas came again this morning.
I’m starting to change my opinion for the better. He also apologized for the incident and offered his help in finding the missing guys. When he arrived, my friend Vihaan was in my store, whose brother Atharv runs a fairly large business in cooperation with the Turks in Tiflis.
Vihaan said that he, too, could not stand aside, and we both gladly agreed to the offer of the owner of your house, to go to the port and look for traces of our disappeared friends there. We drove around the entire territory of the port, but did not find any clue. Yes, I almost forgot, Thomas gave me a box of plums. But I don’t take food gifts, my friend took it.”
My son and I looked at each other, remembering how strange those plums looked on a plate in the morning.
“Yeah, it looks like Thomas has not only plums growing in the village, but also some kind of dope. And it is quite possible that he pumped by them plums. Tell Vijay not to eat them” – I said. And the son conveyed it to him.
“Okay, I’ll try to get in touch with my friend now” – Vijay replied.
About 15-20 minutes after this conversation, we heard the gate open and saw the owner of our house. “Did you eat the plums from my bowl that I left you in the morning?” – he asked us.
“Yes” – I replied.
By the evening, my son and I had a distinct feeling of some kind of turbidity enveloping us, views of our blog also dropped sharply, people seemed to have ceased to see it.
What’s happening? Need to do something. And we need to find out how Vijay is doing, lately we seem to be somehow connected with this Indian for an incomprehensible reason for us.
“Hello Vijay! How are you, what news?” – asked the son “There is news. When I returned to the store, I saw that under the door there was a note “This is a gift for you, b*tch!”
I looked at the cameras, Thomas put it down. The postman came, he brought a fine for incorrect parking of the car of the owner of your house. He parked the car at a bus stop, which is right next to the store and apparently some bus driver did not like it, he took a picture of the car and sent a complaint. Interestingly, the first time he vandalized the store, he was here for about forty minutes, and the second – he was here only five minutes. So – the photo was taken on his second visit and in the photo he is kissing that woman in a short skirt.”
I didn’t mention, but it better be told, in the first part of the episode, that Vijay saw on the video camera that Thomas was not alone to apologize, with him was a woman of about 35 in a very short skirt, high heels, with brightly painted lips with whom he was kissing, getting out of the car.
“And some very unpleasant facts came to light. Atharv called, brother of Vihaan, who took Thomas’s plums. I tried to call him, but apparently it was too late, he did not pick up the phone.
So Atharv said that he was called from the police and said that they found Vihaan lying unconscious on the side of the road, next to him were several plums and that same half-empty box.
More than two months of our stay in Istanbul have passed and we began to think about where to continue our journey.
We approached the central agency of Turkish Airlines in order to inquire about the possibility of a flight to Mexico, but when we stood in line, we got to a nice man – operator, he said to our surprise, “Do not take tickets from us. I will tell you what flights there are, but the prices we have very expensive. It’s better to buy on the Aviasales or Matrix sites”
Much time has passed, but the feeling of amazing warmth and friendliness emanating from many people in Turkey has survived … Thank you, Turkey! … Thank you, Istanbul!
We had to proceed from reality, and since we did not have a definite plan and the opportunity to buy plane tickets online, too, we decided to choose a country – Turkey’s neighbor Bulgaria, where we could get by bus.
We went to the Istanbul bus station, and it turned out to be so huge that we were even somewhat at a loss where to find the ticket offices we needed and asked the Turks standing there. They were interested in where we are going to go.
“To Bulgaria” – we answered. For some reason they were delighted and began to loudly chant and repeat “Bulgaristan, Bulgaristan, Bulgaristan!” Surprisingly emotional and cheerful people in Turkey!
We contacted the Ministry of Health of Bulgarian Republic and we were told that in order to enter the country, it is necessary to do a coronavirus test.
We took a look at clinics and hospitals in our area that provided these services and read many disappointing comments.
This strained us very much, as did the thought of going to the hospital.
We began to ask the owner of the apartment Khalil and the workers from the hotel opposite where it is better to take the test and finally decided and chose a hospital.
And then came the day of taking the test. We had to wait in line, but the analysis was successfully passed and the next day, we just as safely collected negative test results.
We asked Khalil to order a taxi for us in the morning and in the evening began to prepare for departure. The bus leaves in the morning.
I was packing my things, and my son found an apartment in the city of Varna (Bulgaria) on Booking.com and waited for confirmation of the reservation, which was to come to my email, for quite a long time … around two hours.
It was already 11.30pm, and I could not resist and said “Let’s sleep!”
And we are already going to implement this idea, but I still decided to look at the email again.
And … that’s the way it is … I think I was expecting … something like that … a letter from the hospital where we passed corona tests.
The letter is in Turkish, I am setting it into the translator. Immediately it flashes in my head that, firstly, they did not ask us for email in the hospital, and secondly, the hospital is open until 5:00 PM, and the time is already half past eleven at night …
I read the text, which is rather chaotic. I quote it in full as the app translated it:
“We are very sorry for confusing and disturbing you. Unfortunately, we were unable to reach you by phone, so you forced us to find other ways to communicate with the police. We found a mistake in your test. You must come to us before noon. Tomorrow at 10 am you will be banned from leaving the country and wanted by the police system. If you do not show up, a police officer will be authorized to arrest and quarantine you and your relative. I’m sorry for disturbing you” Mehmal Otoyul-Ali, a Medical Specialist
“This is again some kind of nonsense” – I say to my son, “Let’s sleep better, get up early in the morning”
Literally at the same second, there was a knock on the door.
The son looked through the peephole and turned pale.
“It’s a cop” – he whispered softly.
We tailed off and decided to wait a bit. The one who was outside the door knocked to Khalil, his door was next to ours and they talked about something for a long time.
When we heard that the “policeman” had left, we opened the door and saw Khalil standing in the corridor.
The son asked him who was coming. He said that a policeman came and asked if people from the region from which he had never had any guests in this apartment, and the policeman also said that allegedly a nurse of some hospital testified that her boss had put pressure on her and made her to write negative test results to people who tested positive because they bribed the boss.
Here we were completely dumbfounded.
After all, how can you prove that we have no corona and that we did not bribe?
And once again an alarming sleepless night followed …
In the morning a taxi arrived and we went to the bus station, not fully understanding how it would all end, although inside did not leave the feeling that this were again already known to us … tricks … not related to other people …
There were no obstacles to travel either on the road, at the bus station, or on the border.
At the entrance to Bulgarian Republic, when our turn came to the customs officer, we proudly handed him the cherished pieces of paper we had received with such torment.
“What is this?” – the officer asked
“Tests for coronavirus” – we answered
“We DO NOT NEED them!”
He smiled and said that the presence of PCR tests from us, as from those who are entering from Turkey, is absolutely not required!
We are sitting in a room with a door open to the courtyard in Adjaria in Batumi.
“I didn’t say anything. What was that? Did you hear it too?” Someone said hello by my voice and laughed. “
“Yes, I thought it was you … Well, as usual … “
Sometimes when my son says something while sitting at the computer, I ask him again if he said it, because quite often some sounds or exclamations in his voice arise by themselves. How? Now we will try to figure it out a bit.
The voice that picks up the “hearing voices” person it can be like this called an auditory hallucination, and a real-sounding voice, and the voice can be either unknown to a person, or the voice of his acquaintance, and even his own voice. It can sound as if in space, it can be heard from the phone, from the computer, and maybe even from the person who is next to him and is generally silent at this moment. There are many variations, as well as energetic worlds.
If we proceed from our hypothesis that the whole world and everything that happens in it is materialized energy information, and each person has his own unique energy information or a set of energy worlds. Then the energy information contained in him or the energy-information world, which materializes in this case in this way, talks to a person. Of course, under certain conditions.
“Arizona is waiting for you!” (See episode 6) – a child’s voice from a laptop in Eilat repeatedly told us. And these very voices, but heard from the phone, radically changed our life, playing a real show for us and using our fear and insufficient analysis of the situation, they simply “kicked” us out of the country where we lived, from our favorite places.
And forced us to wander from one country to another, gradually comprehending what happened and not completely or not at all understanding what we should do now. (this story is detailed in episode 6)
For the first time, back in 2019, we had the opportunity to guess that we are not talking with a person, but with a fake (I will use this name, since there is no traditional one yet).
We were looking for an apartment and the man-landlord told us a non-existent address at the junction of two parallel streets.
And when we finally realized this, in the phone someone laughed not with just another, but with my laugh and my voice said, “You are goofs!” (See Season 1 Episode 3).
In Israel in the summer of 2020, a rather difficult situation arose (for more details, see Episode 6) and in conversations on the phone all friends and acquaintances told us about the desire to leave the country, but it never occurred to us to ask them about these thoughts again in person.
After all, their voice on the phone was indistinguishable from the real one, the same timbre, the same intonations … And we left … nowhere … thinking that they would go too, and they did not even suspect about our departure and we have not been able to contact them for almost a year, that is, we call them on the Whatsapp number or the Facebook messenger, and answer with the voices of our acquaintances only fakes. (see for more details about that in Episode 6)
Who are the fakes in this case? This is our energy information or energy world. That is, our energy worlds have blocked our Eilat Israeli acquaintances and friends for us and answer us instead.
Then, upon arrival in Istanbul, a whole avalanche of fake calls and stories with incredible adventures fell upon us.
Which were told for hours by the voices of our friends over the phone. And they, again, did not know anything about it (see Season 2, episode 1 for more details). We didn’t understand yet that we weren’t even talking to people.
Only when the events narrated during these conversations had already crossed all the boundaries of reality, and to assume that all our Eilat acquaintances and friends spent an infinite number of hours of their lives on a meaningless prank of us would be simply ridiculous, we realized that these calls were not from people. But we still hoped that at some other time, a person would answer all the same.
“Hi, Adam!” – made one more attempt to get through to them my son one morning.
“Hello! Husband is at morning yoga. Now he will answer” – said a strangely familiar female voice in the receiver.
My son and I looked at each other.
Why does Yarden, Adam’s wife, have such a strange voice? And whose voice does it hear like? … Is it really like mine?
I would not want to hurt anyone’s feelings … but one can conclude that the voices that the saints heard and that led them is the energetic world contained in them.
Is the paranormal really … normal?
What is your opinion, dear readers?
It is very valuable to us!
Thank you for walking with us on the path of learning the Amazing Life!
And we were already going to rest after a tiring day, but then again we heard the call.
This time the landlord Khalil called.
His voice was interrupted by fear.
“Hi Brother! Be very careful, please, be quiet and do not go to the window. The area is occupied by a gang that is engaged in human trafficking. I am staying at a friend’s place, there are many people, safer, I will be back in the morning” – he said.
We were not very inclined to fully trust this message, but the street was somehow very quiet, and when I looked out the window, I saw that there was no one in our, usually noisy in the evening, alley.
Most often, an active life there only began after eleven and these parties, in which Khalil often participated, traditionally dragged on until 6 or 7 in the morning.
And as soon as I went to the bathroom, someone began to knock on the door very persistently. I froze and quietly returned. The knocking continued for several minutes, then it became quiet and the light on the stairwell went out. And I decided to repeat my maneuver. But now, as soon as I reached the bathroom, someone outside began to shake the door with serious force and aggressively shout something in Arabic …
And even below us, in the basement, where the owner of the apartment lived, it could hear someone walking and even moving furniture. But Khalil said that he left. WHO is there then?
“Brother, just be quiet, very quiet and everything will be fine. Friends said they were unlikely to break down the door. But, if they suspect that there is someone in the apartment, they push a flat gas bomb with poisonous gas under the door, which quickly spreads through the apartment and people, so as not to suffocate, run out into the street themselves, and there they are already waiting for them …
But these bombs are quite expensive, so they only use them if they know for sure that someone is in the apartment. So just behave as quietly as possible and everything will be fine. ” – told us in one of the calls for additional information the owner of the apartment.
“So this note on the alarm clock was really a warning? It’s been exactly a week since it all started … What to do now?” – we began to ask each other.
After a while, several more calls followed … from the numbers of Khalil and Emre … with even more not even scary, but simply creepy and the creepiest messages … which I don’t even want to tell.
Their meaning boiled down to the fact that something is happening in Istanbul, without exaggeration, HORRIBLE.
And “fear has big eyes”, gradually we began to feel that we were as if entangled of some kind of sticky dark horror.
We were afraid to talk, we were beware of looking out the window, to move, because someone outside is walking below, and he hears everything, we were afraid to even watch any information on the phone, since the light from the smartphone screen, and we lived on the first floor, could be seen on the street and thus betray our presence in the apartment …
My heart was beating fast …
I turned off the sound on the phone so that it would not suddenly ring … and began to pray that we would safely survive this night …
And when the seemingly endless night ended, I pushed the curtain back a little and saw on the street a small man in a black shirt and a woman talking to him.
I woke up my son, who, unlike me, still managed to fall asleep in the morning, and said to him, “Look, everything is fine, there are people on the street, so everything is over, they are gone.”
The son woke up and reached for the phone to call the owner, just in case.
“Brother, I conjure, do not go out, the man on the street is the leader of the group, and the woman is his wife. Friends called me and said that there are 40 shooters on the upper floors. Be careful, please. They will leave soon, only they will lower and take the corpses with them … Hear, they are already leaving … “
And we really heard people coming down the steps from the upper floors and dragging something (or someone?) obviously heavy and this something was pounding noisily on the steps …
They climbed and descended several times … and each time they lowered something pounding on the steps …
Closer to lunchtime, Khalil called us and said that everything was calm, they left, he looked at the cameras, we can go out freely. But, to be honest, we had already lost the desire to go somewhere and the whole day we were moving away from the strongest shock, having reached only the nearest store. Next to which we noticed a store called “Erol.”
And it upset and scared us even more.
“What a great and cheerful guy that Erol was. Could this really happen to him? Maybe we should go to Emre and talk to him and find out if this is true?” – I suggested.
“Yes, I think this is the right idea. But not today. Better, let’s come to our senses” – answered the son.
When we returned home, we saw that our little alley was already full of quite expensive cars, and they continued to drive up one after another. “These are people from our area who come to discuss the dangerous situation and take protective measures,” Khalil explained.
In the evening we thought that we need to get away from all this nightmare, get a good sleep and then calmly analyze the situation.
As soon as we began to carry out this plan, the call rang:
“Brother, they are back. Be careful. They quarreled with another group and at night there may be a showdown between them. Be quiet, pretend that you are not and everything will be fine, they are fighting among themselves, they are not interested in you” – again stunned us the owner of the apartment.
And for some reason, all night long on the street, every few minutes, cars drove up one after another and loudly slammed doors, some aggressive loud male voices were heard (we do not know Turkish) and several times there were screams similar to requests for help. And again we sat in some kind of bubble or web of sticky horror until the morning and again wondered what was happening on the street … and again they were afraid to look out the window …
And the next day we saw that Khalil, whose door was next to ours, was brought a large refrigerator and he examined it inside while standing on the landing.
“Great! Do you want to buy more food now?” – we asked.
“Brother, I think that if totake the shelves out of it, it can hide in case of danger” – he replied.
After these two, we were given a whole series of nights with similar, but each time different “performances” and “scary” calls.
And after 7-10 days, the owner of the apartment knocked on our door and said: “Sorry, brother, I myself don’t know what came over me and I unintentionally scared you. Forgive me please!”
Gradually we began to come to our senses and reasonably comprehend and analyze what was happening.
The man in the black shirt turned out to be surprisingly similar to the guy sitting on the check-in in the hotel opposite, and the woman who was talking to him was the owner of the neighboring guest house “Tulip”.
And when we passed a store called “Erol” as if someone started to stretch our mouths in a smile.
And now these episodes my son and I can no longer remember without laughing.
Now that some time has passed since those events, and we have a little comprehended what happened with us in Istanbul and tried to understand what really happened there.
This is what we want to discuss with you in the next short note – comments to this episode.
I saw that I received a note on WhatsApp from my longtime friend I.
“What does this mean? Where are these photos from?” – he wrote in WhatsApp.
“I don’t know, I haven’t written or sent you anything.”
“Look for yourself!” – he replied.
Indeed, I saw that one after the other, a multitude of some unknown photographs were sent to him by themselves.
For the most part, these were images of men, but images of women, children, and married couples were also present.
I. is a good man, but I knew that he adheres to very conservative views, absolutely denying the possibility of phenomena unexplained by traditional science.
I understood that any mention of paranormal phenomena and even more their manifestation annoys him, because he always tries not to notice them or tries to squeeze them into the rigid framework of traditional explanations, and this is far from always possible.
However, where did these photos come from? I definitely didn’t have them on my phone.
I felt very uncomfortable in front of a friend, as if I had done something wrong, and I began to delete the photo as soon as possible. This process continued for a while, meaning I deleted the sent images, and instead of them new ones immediately appeared. Then I. wrote to me:
“Don’t delete them. We must try to understand their source.”
I stopped deleting photos, but now they suddenly began to delete and disappear from my friend’s account by themselves.
I. could not stand this any more and blocked my account. He wrote me a note by e-mail, in which he informed about this, saying that apparently I had some kind of virus on WhatsApp.
But none of WhatsApp’s other contacts anymore, although during this little incident, I communicated with one of them, not a single photo or anything else was sent. It has been several months since that episode, but I can see that my account is still blocked by him, although at times we correspond with him by e-mail.
What is your opinion on this episode, dear readers? How would you explain what happened?
Today, the following version of what happened seems reasonable to us. If we proceed from the hypothesis that everything that exists is materialized energy information and each of us contains many energy information worlds.
That case could have been as follows:
One of the energetic worlds contained in me wanted to show and prove to my friend that the world does not work as it is written in hiscientific books, but with incredible persistence he did not want to think for a second that it was possible.
Imagine that we bought a flash drive, it contains some information, for example, a movie that we want to watch. We know that the film was recorded there, but we can’t watch it by looking at the flash drive. To do this, we need a computer to watch a movie. In this case, one of the energy worlds contained in us simply plays the role of this computer, which makes it possible to see energy-informational actions in the form of material actions.
When all of a sudden my son says to me in a frightened way:
“Some strange guy has been walking behind us all the way for two hours and constantly takes pictures of us, don’t look at him and pretend that you haven’t noticed anything.”
At first it seemed to me absolute nonsense.
But really at a distance of about 7-9 feet in front of us was a young guy in a blue T-shirt and denim breeches, and he looked rather inadequate and behaved strangely.
He had a phone in his hands and constantly, entering the tram tracks of the nostalgic tram, he stopped and took pictures of us.
We stopped, and he stopped too.
He stood in front of us and followed with his eyes our every move.
We went further, he did the same.
We walked a few yards and stopped, and he also stopped and stood a couple of yards away from us, and without taking his eyes off us, unceremoniously and intrusively continued to take pictures of us. It all looked really strange, because the reason for his so active interest in us was incomprehensible.
In the meantime, my son looked even more frightened, he persistently said that the guy’s behavior is incomprehensible and inspires fear, that human trafficking is widespread in many countries and gradually fears began to seize me too.
It was a strange sensation – on the one hand, I felt inner peace, and on the other hand, some strange anxiety, as if outside, continued to grow.
We reached one of the consulates, there are several of them on Istiklal and pressed the bell button. We were answered and advised to contact a policeman, of whom there are always a lot of them on the street.
After this maneuver, the guy left us, and we safely reached the house, where we decided to get distract ourselves and have a snack.
But just as we were about to sit down at the table, a call rang from Emre’s number (a tall, pumped up, pleasant and very responsible and benevolent young man who, together with his brother Erol, rented to us a previous apartment nearby).
Emre’s voice was trembling with emotion and horror. He said that Erol was apparently kidnapped on Istiklal Street an hour ago, he does not know the details.
My son and I looked at each other: “Could meeting that guy really portend danger?” – we thought.
While we were trying to understand whether this was so, Emre called again and said that he had seen the video recordings on Istiklal Street and there he saw that a guy in denim breeches and a blue T-shirt was walking behind us and talking on the phone, in this conversation he described my son and expressed doubts whether it would be suitable for the customer.
I must add that my son, although tall, is rather thin.
Emre described the guy in detail and the description matched exactly, right down to the red stitching on the guy’s sneakers.
Emre said he saw on the cameras that the guy had already reached out his hand with a syringe to son’s arm, but then he saw Erol (Emre’s brother), apparently a regular at the gym, who was in excellent, much more suitable physical form for the customer, and injecting with a syringe, the guy pushed him into the open door of the driven up, apparently by acall of the guy, car. We were shocked. Highly.
Brother, brother, hello! Open up please, I have to tell you what happened to me now! “- we heard the trembling voice of Khalil outside the door, very friendly and attentive, but loving to smoke weed, the owner of the apartment.
The son opened the door and saw Khalil, who really didn’t look well at all. His face was pale, his T-shirt was torn at the back, and he himself seemed to be shaking with horror.
“Brother, I went to that big Carefour store, you know, down that street. There, a huge seven-foot security guard, he came up to me, grabbed a T-shirt and said that I had to go to the interior of the store. At the same time, he winked at the muscular man who was cutting the meat with a huge knife and followed us.
“It’s your time to serve as food. Do you think we have meat on the shelves is made from ram? “- asked the guard.
At first I was numb with horror, and then I dashed with all my might, and I managed to escape. I ran to the exit, and the security guard and musclehead slipped on the wet floor with and I managed to get away from them. Brother, be careful, please!”
Now our thoughts were occupied only by these incidents and to distract ourselves, we called our American friend James, who was traveling with his dog and talked with him for an hour and a half. This somewhat distracted us from heavy thoughts about what had happened.
And we were about to rest after a tiring day, but then again we heard the call.
This time called the owner of the apartment Khalil. His voice was interrupting by fear:
“Hi Brother! Be very careful, please, be quiet and don’t go to the window. The area has been taken over by a gang that is engaged in human trafficking,” he said.
After a few moves, we settled in the very heart of Istanbul next to Taksim Square, a two-minute walk from Istiklal Street.
We loved this place and the welcoming friendly attention of the owner of the apartment, Khalil, and the sincere disposition of the housekeeper Zuleikha.
On Friday afternoon, when my son and I were about to go for a walk, as usual in anticipation of the arrival of our friends, an alarm clock suddenly rang on the phone, which none of us had set.
“You need to leave, there’s less than a week … you need to go to North America” - the creeping line on the top of the alarm clock said “prophetically”. By the way, how it is possible to write anything there is still not clear to me.
We did not know how to react to this warning, who wrote it, is it true or false.
We thought …
Why do we have to leave within a week, what can happen?
Unclear. There was no explanation.
“As for North America, it’s not easy, we don’t have a visa to the US. Maybe it makes sense for us to go to Antalya?”, I asked my son.
“In my opinion, this is not a stupid thought” – he responded and dialed the number of Turkish airlines.
“Good afternoon, please tell me the flights to Antalya in the coming days and the price of tickets.” – he asked.
“Oh, you called on time, you know that we now have special discounts on the flight to Tucson, I myself recently flew round trip for $ 500. And I’m just delighted with this trip!” – we heard the voice of the “operator” from the phone.
“We need a flight to Antalya, not Tucson. We do not have an American visa.”
“Oh, do you need a transatlantic flight?” – the operator asked …
Amazing! It was as if he didn’t hear us or didn’t want to understand, imposing on us the thought expressed in the creeping line of the alarm clock.
What does that mean? Was it a real Turkish Airlines operator? Or not?
We looked at each other with surprise and at that moment heard another alarm clock ringing that we also have not set.
I grabbed my phone and read a new note on the creeping line:
“You can stay in Istanbul longer, but do not walk in crowded places. You are not in Turkey, you are on your way to North America. You do not need to go to Antalya.”
Why? I don’t know, we didn’t understand. But we didn’t go.
Exactly one week has passed since that message and the clearly marked at the first ring of the alarm clock day and hour has come …
We walked our favorite route across Istiklal Street to the beautiful white bridge over the Golden Horn to admire the beautiful view while awaiting the “arrival” of our friends.
We stood on the bridge and headed back, as usual discussing our business, or rather not even our business, but those extraordinary events that we thought were happening to our friends and acquaintances.
And we were already on Istiklal Street, when all of a sudden my son says to me in a frightened way:
“Some strange guy has been walking behind us all the way for two hours and constantly takes pictures of us, don’t look at him and pretend that you haven’t noticed anything.”