The chosen vessel. Fighting of the spirits. Miki Lazović

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      “Stop it! – Marco shouted, stopping the car, which he drove after the rest. – Is it possible that you quarrel and argue over something, which is only a guess? As for this task, we will be well paid for it and let’s work it out as best as possible. Of course, it must be without any disputes and discussions.”

      We continued the way, discussing other topics, and in the evening we drove into Kraljevo. The room was taken in the hotel “Gerdan”. Some people told us that it is only a few kilometers from the house where this eccentric with a stick works. While waiting for dinner we decided to call Miki – bioenergetics, because of whom we arrived to arrange a meeting. Among the other guests who had a quiet dinner, at the next table sat a very elegant gentleman and lady – the chief cooks of this hotel.

      Marco dialed the number.

      “Is this Mr. bioenergetic Miki at the phone? Yes, yes, of course. I try to thou, – Marco continued the conversation. We want to know when you have time to take us in. There are three of us, we arrived today… No, no, we are here not for this, wait a minute, oh, wait” – he put his hand on the phone and said that he was ordering a massage for all of us for tomorrow, and then continued to talk to him. – “All right, Mister Miki, then I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven.”

      The conversation was ended.

      “My God, look at my palms! They were really wet, as if I had taken the hands out of the water. – I’m a journalist, cameraman, a reporter and I’ve so confused… As if I have forgotten to speak. This has not happened to me since my early childhood.”

      “Ha-ha-ha!” – Someone laughed, and we all as if at a command looked at that direction.

      The elegant gentleman at the next table was the one who laughed and just he stood up and headed for us.

      “I’m Ciggo, the owner of this hotel. He shook everyone’s hand and met. I see that you are not local people and do not know Miki” – his words sounded more like a confirmation than a question. We nodded our heads. Did you get a session?” – He asked Marco.

      “Yes, he prescribed a massage to us at eleven tomorrow, although this was not our intention… Oh well, and we agreed only to make any contact with this person. In fact, we quite casually heard different stories about his grandfather, who lived in Montenegro. They say that he owned some strange forces. To make sure we went on his trail and ended up here. We came here and decided to try his massage and to find out if he will tell us about what interests us the most”, – Marco explained the reason for our presence.

      “I’m sure that his healing massage will be both pleasant and useful for you. People from all over the world came to me. They were sick, bent, paralyzed. He massaged them all, some three, some to five times and more, but I, believe me, have seen the wonders. Many times people who were brought on stretchers left the place on their own feet, happy and contented. One day at the end of November a woman with a seven-year-old son came here. I’ve noticed that it was hard for her and came up to her. She told me that her son could not go to school because of a lack of communication. I did not know what it was and then she offered to ask her son something.

      I asked him: “What’s your name?” And he only said: “ah-ah, what’s your name…” And so on any given question – he answers: ah-ah-ah and repeats the question… I did not know what to say to this and how to console a poor woman. I began to tell her about people who came here to me from all directions and how many miracles they saw when they left happy and contented, and in fact medicine did not give a single percentage that they would be cured of their diseases. From these words the woman’s eyes shone. She asked for the phone number of the taxi order to get to Miki. The time of the ordered session was approaching. At that moment I decided to drive her and see what this crank could do in this case. I suggested and she agreed.

      In the car, a woman told me that Military Medical Academy in Belgrade made an analysis with the help of electromagnetic resonance and found an unused nerve center on the cerebral cortex of her son. I thought then: “Oh, my dear, maybe you have come here in vain. No one in the world can help your child.”

      We reached Miki and he, having completed the patient’s reception, met us. He looked at me, at the woman, approached the boy and hugged him softly. He probed the body and stopped his hands on his head. I saw how he moved them along it. Sweat rolled down his face. A few minutes later he released the child, stroking his hair gently and turned to his mother.

      “Listen, – it sounded indescribably quiet as well as all the next words he said, – wherever I went through your son’s body the energy, that God gave him, passes without any problems. Then the woman wanted to say something and I thought that this man does not understand anything…Miki waved his hand slightly and the words seemed to petrify her lips. All the functions of his body are in order. There is only something on his head. There is one center on the cerebral cortex that does not transmit the commands from the small brain to large.”

      At that moment, a breath was heard from the woman’s chest as if someone had thrown a huge weight on a blacksmith’s furs. I was taken aback. Did I hear correctly? This man showed that his fingers are achieving what modern medicine has achieved with the help of electromagnetic resonance.

      “Buddy, I’m not angry, but you were twice a source of negative energy for this child,” he said quietly to me.

      I blushed and was ready to fall through the ground, but he again turned to the woman and continued the conversation with her.

      “Madam, come to me tomorrow to twelve and in the morning go to the church service, there is the monastery Zhicha here.”

      “Tell me… – she began her question, but he stopped her.

      “Mistress, please remember and thou. Speak freely, as if we have known each other for thousands of years, like old friends.”

      “And the same he also said to me. I was just taken aback, – Marco put in.

      “I just do not know if I can, but I still want to try! – The owner of the hotel continued his story. – Mrs., the recovery of your child depends on this in many respects.”

      His voice sounded so pleading, as if depended on her decision he by himself needed the cure, but her child.

      “Yes. Yes. Yes. Really, I want to do everything for his health, but I’m afraid to make a mistake, because this condition is achieved by years of work” – she began to explain stammering.

      “Try it!” – Answered Miki and went to meet the next patient.

      “You did not answer whether there was a chance of recovery?” – She turned to him when he was already at the door.

      “Everything is in God’s hands and everything will be as He says. I can only tell you – the brain is the most wonderful machine that can develop to unprecedented borders and opportunities, but until tomorrow I can not tell you anything more.”

      And I must say that this woman did everything as he told her. I know that she brought her son to him for several months. Always, when he had a lot of people, she stayed overnight at my hotel and we could talk about his wonderful treatment. In the end, a little more than a year later, her son was not only recorded at school, but also, he became one of the best students. So, dear guests, and believe me, it does not take a day that someone enters my hotel and goes to him for a СКАЧАТЬ