The chosen vessel. Fighting of the spirits. Miki Lazović

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      “Listen to me now, I’ll tell something. I know that it’s impossible to believe in that, but there are people from the whole village and they can confirm that”, – the neighbor Ljuba started to tell his story. My husband Mikan was apoplectic. He lost the use of his arm and leg. He couldn’t tell a word. He was getting medical care by all doctors of Montenegro. My son is a doctor. But everything is still the same. Neither he nor the others were unable to help. He was unmoving. He did not move a muscle. He said nothing. All possible procedures and therapies have been unable to achieve any progress. When we found out about new treatment methods we immediately took him there. Nothing helped. And he looks at us as if he wants to say something but he couldn’t do it. So, six months passed. We lost all hope that he will recover. Relatives and neighbors come to visit him. Panto, Stoyan’s son has come. He lives on the edge of the village. In the conversation he mentioned Gatso. At that very moment, my Mika seemed to have gained some strength. He began to nod his head, trying to say something.

      “What’s Mikan, what’s distressing you so deeply? Are you all right?” – We ask, but he just shakes his head.

      Then Panto says: “It seems to me that he was worried when I remembered.”

      Then Mikan nodded his head again and then I asked: “Mikan, should we go you to Gatso?”

      He nods his approval again. Uh, son, it became clear to me why he looked at me that time. He wanted to tell that we had to take him to Gatso, but he could not say it. We gathered together with God’s help and with a sore heart brought him. A man has received us. Everything was all right and he started working with him. Where he leads his hand, there Mekan moves his hand or foot too. He was so wet from sweat that drops were also tricking from the chin.

      Gatso stopped, inhaled a little air and began to explain to us: “Look, Ljuba. I do not want to deceive you. I never lied and now I do not want tell lies too. His condition is very bad. Only one thing makes me happy. I can see that there is still a little energy that I feel on his fingers. And now… This disease is not being cured by two or three massages. It’s such thing as if you press when iron cable went. He is in the same situation. The nerve in his brain, which transfers the command to the body, blew out. Now, the body does not understand what it has to move. I hold out little hope for his recovery. But I can sincerely say that I’m glad to feel a little energy that still passes through his body. And this smallness is a high rate for me. So, listen to me. It is ever so much easier to ride a horse to your house that to make you bring him to me. I’ll visit you 15 days until he walks on own legs”.

      As soon as he said this Mikan began to nod saying first words: “Yes, yes, yes,”

      As a child, he began to speak and we shed tears of pure joy.

      At that moment Gatso turned and began to talk to him:

      “Listen to me, Mikan, I know that you understand me. Is that so?”

      Mikan nodded and again says: “Yes!”

      It was amazing to us.

      Mikan, I’ll tell you about something that very few people know in this world. This is records which have been remained from my great – grandfather. It will be strange for you to hear it, but you have to know that it’s all true!”

      Gatso went into another room and returned with an old notebook.

      “Mikan, here is recorded everything. The human brain works by four to seven percent and of phenomena – up to ten percent. Look, everything that burned out, these four to seven percent, can be replaced, corrected and cured by these exercises and my work. This work is exactly as if you take a log at fifteen centimeters in circumference and with your bare hands make a hole through it. It’s not easy, but you have to be stubborn and have to believe, because when a person believes, then everything can be understood in this world”.

      Then all of us thought about him – God, he is an extraordinary man!

      My Mikan’s eyes shine. He nods head when saying only one: “Yes!”

      “Here, my Mikan, there are exercises with which the human brain can evolve to such a size that this person can only look at the other and that the head will split as if someone threw a bomb into it. Check this out!”

      Mikan was sitting on the bed and the three of us are sitting at the table.

      “You, the three people, keep this table as strong as possible.”

      We grabbed and held it and Gatso just reached out his hand and moved it. And some force moved us and the table for one and a half meters. We all sent chill up our spine and Mikan began to laugh. Gatso moved his hand again and we went back to the place we were. We examine the table. Maybe something was caught somewhere that moved us. But we do not find anything. And he laughs and says:

      “What’s, do not believe me?”

      “We believe, but it’s amazing, Gatso!”

      “Well, well, then you’ll have a chance to be blown away and just to believe me even more.”

      He stretches out his hands and… a bottle from the middle of the table rises up itself and pushes the rakia down over the glasses for all of us. He did not touch it. My eyes saw this. We left him being happy and pleased and, my God, a little excited. After that he began to visit us. If you could see how he worked with Mikan. What unarticulated sounds were heard, but the results quickly became visible. A couple of days later Mikan began to pronounce the words and could move more and more. All of us were amazed at his recovery.

      As I said a little earlier, my son is a doctor. He told his friends, who are doctors too, about the miraculous recovery of his father. It’s normal that they did not believe him. One day my son asked Gatso whether he could come with other doctors who wants to meet him and see how he works.

      Gatso asked him:

      “Son, do they believe in what you told them, don’t they?”

      “I swear, grandpa Gatso, we all are still the doctors and we do not believe in anything except medicine,” – answered the son, lowering his head as if he was ashamed to look into Gatso’ eyes.

      “Well, sonny, good. Call them, they’ll believe! “

      It was the fifteenth day of Mikan’s massage therapy at the hands of Gatso. On that day, a sheep was slaughtered and many things were prepared to meet the doctors and to treat Gatso, of course. And my Mikan already walks and says a word by word. It was still difficult for him to walk and hard to understand, but he tries. Just on this day Gatso was finishing his massage when we heard a car drove into the yard. There were my son and other doctors. There are five of them. We opened the doors and went out to meet them. I’m cooking food and Gatso sat next to Mikan on the bed. They have already reached the threshold and wanted to come in. Then Gatso gave a wave of his hand. The doors are open, but they can’t enter the room. Hither and thither, but in no way as if someone has put an invisible barrier or glass. I do not know how else to say.

      Then Gatso laughed and said:

      “What’s, my friends doctors?” Do you believe, don’t you? Does such a thing exist in your medicine? Come on, let’s come in,” – so he said and removed the very same hand, which waved to them.

      A senior doctor marked himself with a sign of the cross to this miracle and they entered saying hello. Having viewed the improving the health of Mikan, in their eyes one could notice respect for Gatso. They sat down and began to eat lunch. Dr. Rade asked if he really has such СКАЧАТЬ