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I would like to share with you my life situation, which happened to me when I was a student. Everything described is pure truth. I do not give names.
Then it was 2009. I studied at one of the universities in Samara. He did not stand out in anything outstanding. I always arrived early, this habit has remained to this day. And that morning was no exception. I was not alone in my habit, and a sufficient number of people had already accumulated in the "dressing room".
Among students like me, I noticed a girl. Outwardly, she was not remarkable at all, objectively speaking. But then I was drawn to her. Catching tongues, a couple of jokes. Well, that's the end of it. A week later we crossed paths again, and she asked me: "Why are you so sad?" And then she smiled at me very lightly and kindly. And I asked her phone number.
After the first date, our relationship began to develop rapidly and uncompromisingly. Any free minute I wrote / called / looked for a meeting with her. And he found her. The intimate relationship was so bright and stormy that I wanted it more and more. The year I spent with her was really the brightest in my life.
She said that she has relatives in Kazakhstan and on the maternal side there are psychics and witches. I didn’t take it into my head, as it turned out, in vain.
The parting was extremely difficult. She was the initiator, saying that I was too small (looking ahead, I realized only much later what she meant). I started to have a prolonged depression. And during this period of time, I had several vivid dreams or visions. I don’t know how to describe it more precisely.
One early winter morning, while still half asleep, I suddenly felt that someone was gently stroking my right hand. There was a sensation of a light touch of someone's fingers on my palm. I thought maybe my mom was trying to wake me up like that. I wake up, open my eyes, and immediately the feeling that someone is stroking me disappeared.
A few days later, when I returned home, I noticed that someone had forgotten to turn off the radio at home. I go into the kitchen and instead of going to the receiver and turning it off with my hand, I unconsciously made a gesture with my hands, as if crossing out the place where the radio was working. And it turned off. The realization of what I had just done did not come immediately, but after 15 seconds. And I was scared of that.
I could not communicate normally with the opposite sex for quite a long time, probably two years. During this time, after the events described above, I began to try to grow above myself. I was the first in my group to find an official job. And, at the time of writing the diploma, I had not been out of work for more than one month. And he was the first in his group to find a job in his diploma specialty.
When I did something, I caught myself wondering if she was proud of me when she learned that something worked out for me. That I'm growing somehow. That I'm not as small as I used to be.
As time went. I found out that she moved to another city and got married. By that time, I began to build my career. And she carried me away to the cold northern lands. It would seem that our relationship with her is already the affairs of bygone days. But a few years ago, she reappeared in my life in the most unexpected way.
Now on social networks it often happens that someone creates fake pages for themselves, so as not to show their main page and communicate with the "fake". And a few years ago I began to write such a "fake", clearly made by a representative of the fairer sex. We began to talk to her often, to discuss all possible everyday topics.
She said that she is married and that she lives in another city. She talked about her psychic abilities, told me a lot about my health, looking at my photo. She told me about those sores for which I should be tested. And her recommendations were very appropriate.
One day she asked me what was eating me. She said that there was a worm in my soul that was eating me from the inside. And I told her everything that I wrote above. She suggested that I mentally experience all those emotions that I experienced then, at the moment of parting, and try to mentally convey them to her, at a distance, so that it would be easier for me. Then I roared like a baby for the first time in several years. It was at night and I soon fell asleep. I woke up with a burst of energy and went to work.
Then it was more interesting. She suggested that I try to transmit and receive feelings, thoughts and sensations at a distance. Almost every evening I got up in the middle of the room in the apartment and, breathing deeply, conveyed to her my emotions that had accumulated in me during the day. If my emotions were negative, then in response I soon received a charge of strength and energy that dispelled my negative thoughts. By that time, I was already aware of who my interlocutor was.
She continued to do these spiritual practices with me. Then she got sick. I felt guilty about this, so I decided to take the initiative and transfer some of my energy to her on my own. And I very much regretted it. After a while, my rise in strength gave way to a terrible decline. For several days my head was spinning, my temperature was leaping, and in my head there was now a noise, now an absolute emptiness. I didn’t walk on my own. But she was on the mend.
There was a vacation on the nose. And I directly invited her to meet in her city. She agreed. And we met. But the conversation was cold. She asked me to cut all ties with her. She said that over the years I have not changed.
It would seem that I should be upset. But no, I felt such a lightness in my soul, as if I was born again. It was as if the chains that had wrapped me for many years were removed from my soul. But you have to pay for everything. The next morning, walking down from the hotel room for breakfast, I felt a shock in my back, fell and rolled down the stairs.
As a result of this fall, my left ankle was dislocated 90 degrees inward. And they set it to me already in the ambulance, which I had to call. I don't know what went wrong, but after several courses of physical procedures and several years, I still continue to limp. I consider this the price for what I have learned from this woman.
And when, while still studying at the university, she told me that I was too small, she meant that she saw something in me. Potential or ability. But I upset her, who at that moment in time turned out to be not the one she would like to see. Admittedly, I am still much lower than her on a spiritual level.
Don't fall in love with a witch, friends. It could end badly.
