Meeting with the devil. Nikolay Vasilievich

I don’t even know where to start, there are just no words! I’ll start everything from the beginning so that it’s clear to you, dear readers, for some it will turn out to be just a fiction, and someone will understand it because I wrote it, this is not a fantasy and I wouldn’t even joke with such things. Right now, I live for 18 years in Kazakhstan in the city of Aktobe, once in my childhood I went to the village to my grandmother, she lived far from the city, like 120 km or 130 km. We constantly walked with a friend and did what was forbidden (well, you know, we were 9 or 10 years old), like all children, we loved adventures and believed in everything. One fine day, a friend advised me to go to an abandoned house where one grandmother lived before and died of no one knows what, they said that she was an old patient, etc. At first I was scared because it was not in vain that my grandmother said that it was not necessary to approach this house at all, especially since her house was far from ours, in short, this deceased grandmother was called something like Dariga, if I’m not mistaken, she was, so to speak, isolated from people and loved loneliness . I didn’t even go to the store (I personally never saw her go to the store). Thinking for a long time at 9 pm we went with every step, I became more and more terrible, I don’t know why, but her house was open (as if this house was waiting for someone). We thought for a long time whether to go in or not, but still deciding to go into the house, as usual there is no light, not even light bulbs, the house is abandoned dust, cobwebs, dirt. But there was the only door in which nothing was touched. Having gone there, they began to climb in things and found an old book, the pages of spruce were visible. didn't pay special attention and I took it with me. Not finding him there, they went home. The next day we met again with a friend, he advised me to read a book and in a friend there were spells, etc. It became interesting to me, as if they pulled out a book and didn’t make out what exactly was written on the cover, because it was in a different language, it seemed to be in English, as I remember the letters, they opened it and began to look at the pictures, it seemed to be nothing special, there was no candle, some papers, in On the same day, a friend of his brother who was about 20 years old invited him, probably if I'm not mistaken, he began to read and said: "Where did you get this book from, do you know what will happen if your parents find out that this is not your thing ?!" At this moment, they were ready to cry, the main thing is that he was silent! thinking for a long time, he said: “After all, you guys love adventure, how about making a deal with the shaitan (devil), we immediately agreed (I personally agreed because I knew if I refused, he could tell). He asked what we want in general our cherished desire only candy money and a lot of stick games were spinning in my head. He said to come tonight at 11 o'clock. They always let me go if my grandmother knew that I was going to a friend! I lit a candle (I remember what was happening well) and said write on a piece of paper what you would like with your blood only. I refused to write with blood on a rolling pin, I was very afraid of my own blood. not my friend.Having written all his wishes, his brother began to read this book again, at that moment I felt that I was either in the heat or in the cold. I felt worse, after 3 minutes 5 he said that we brought our leaf to the candle, the first one was me. My leaf immediately burned down in an instant, I didn’t even feel the heat of the fire, having collected the ashes, my friend’s brother gave me and told me to take care of him. in a word, everything seems to have cost no noticeably, it didn’t occur to me, I threw out this ashes after 2 days and walked to glory. It wasn’t noticeable, so when I turned 18, I started to see some shadows, hear the cry of a child, I don’t know why, but I constantly see black cats. constantly a day 4 times I see them! I would not have paid attention to this if not for the case this year in February. In February, on the 19th, at night I began to hear voices from the first floor of my house, I thought that it was just the wind walking around the attic and it was just a sign that I woke up went down to the first floor and drank water, turning off the light, I heard that a cat was meowing with such a nasty voice. well, I thought that our cat went to bed when he immediately jumped and remembered that our cat disappeared a month ago, my thoughts were: suddenly the cat ran in when he went out to smoke before going to bed .... But if this cat was black when he managed to turn on the light with such nasty eyes, she immediately ran into the hall, thinking there was nowhere she could run away, went in and immediately closed the door and turned on the light, as at that moment the cat was not there at all, there was no presence at all ... I didn’t tell anyone, they suddenly think that they drove! and the next night I heard the cry of a child, crying a lot and this voice was getting closer and closer, suddenly a few minutes ago I heard the door to my room opening, quickly getting up from my seat, I turned on the light, like it was not there! so repeating already until these days I don’t even know what to think !!! I would like to ask a friend, but I don’t know how to contact a friend, and his brother died not long ago, he was brutally killed at home and his mother was also killed by 12 stab wounds to his mother! but they didn’t say how his son died (((what to do people please help !!

Believe it or not, but this mystical encounter with the Devil happened to me in the dashing 90s.
And so that there were no unnecessary questions for me, I’ll immediately say that at that time I didn’t drink or smoke. The health of the bank, and there was nothing, it was hard with work at that time.
I was at home then, doing my daily chores, or you can say I didn’t do anything, beat the buckets. There was some kind of nonsense on TV, as always. Wife at work, child in kindergarten. I stand at the window, look with envy at the guys in the yard, how they drink Sprite from a jar, and I think - “No, I will never try this drink, especially from a jar, it will be too expensive.” And I felt so bitter, my soul ached, well, of course, not because of the drink, but because I have 10 kopecks in my pocket, a piece of squid in the refrigerator, there is emptiness ahead. Today is bad, and tomorrow will be even worse. Eh, I sighed. And then I felt cold on my back. I turn around and see that He, the Devil or Satan, is sitting on the sofa, I don’t know what to call it, I just know that this creature is the highest personification of evil and pushes a person onto the path of spiritual death. Sits huge, but as I noticed the sofa is not pressed through under such a mountain. Strange, I thought. By the way, I remember my condition very well. I have a plague head, I don’t understand where I am, as if in another world. No fear. I can't move. I can't say anything either. I feel like an oak pillar. And he sits, looks at me and is silent. It seemed to me that he looked for a long time and was silent. I confess that he was handsome in his own way, there was strength and power. He had complete self-confidence and fearlessness. For some reason I thought so. Finally he spoke, in the clear voice of a man in his thirties (a voice I have never heard in our world). The voice penetrated me from all sides, not strong and not quiet. He told me that I would have a very long life (by earthly standards), that I would have as much money as I wanted, that I would have everything, women beauties of beauties. But I will have to give my soul to him, after death.
I remember how I want to say no, but I can’t squeeze it out. And he keeps saying, saying what a beautiful life awaits me ahead. I remember my thoughts, from which I was really scared, now he will disappear, and I will not be able to say no to him. Well, words do not go, a spasm in the throat.
No-o-no, I shouted to him mentally, no-o-no.
And he disappeared. Dissolved. And I was back in my world, legs moving, head spinning, heart beating. I looked out the window, and there were bloody clouds (I have never seen such clouds again). I grabbed a camera (at that time I sometimes made a mess, took pictures of the kids walking around the kindergartens) and photographed the bloody clouds, which I am attaching to my story.

The very specific joys of life are changing into something ephemeral, which will have to be given away for a long time. And besides, how is this deal so fundamentally different from the contract of a soldier who sacrifices his life for money.

In this article, some of the most famous examples in history when people sold their souls to the devil.

Robert Johnson

One of the most famous blues musicians, who greatly influenced the development of blues, jazz, rock and, as a result, all modern American music. Robert Johnson, so to speak, turned out to be the "founder" of the legendary "Club 27", or rather, the first from the list who died at 27 years old. Johnson's story is full of secrets and hoaxes. It all started with the fact that at the age of 19 he met the then-famous bluesmen Sun House and Willie Brown. He dreamed of learning to play the guitar as virtuoso as these guys in order to perform with his own band. However, this art was given to him extremely hard: his fingers did not obey, the notes stubbornly did not want to form melody. And then one day Robert just disappeared. Nobody knew where he was and what he was doing, someone assumed that the guy simply realized after unsuccessful studies that music was not for him, and settled somewhere in a remote village.

Johnson returned as unexpectedly as he disappeared just a year later. And to the surprise of everyone who knew him before, he demonstrated just phenomenal guitar skills. The level of his skill has increased many times in a very short period of time. The musician himself added fuel to the fire, who personally told the story that there was some kind of magical crossroads at which he made a deal with the devil in exchange for the ability to play the blues. Be that as it may, his talent was truly impressive. From that time on, he begins to play a lot, as if in a hurry to live. He records about 30 songs, conducts three full-fledged recording sessions before he dies on August 16, 1938 under very strange and still not clarified circumstances. The main version of the death of Robert Johnson says that he became a victim of the jealous husband of his beloved. However, the exact circumstances of the death, as well as the exact location of his grave, remain a mystery to this day.

Adolf Gitler

Until 1932, Hitler was a common loser. For poor progress, he was expelled from high school - he had good grades only in drawing and physical education. after that, he twice failed the exams at the Academy of Arts. At one time he was even in prison. People who knew him personally claimed that he was extremely inept in building relationships with other people and was “on knives” with almost all his acquaintances.

And suddenly, in 1932, Hitler seems to take off into the chair of power. This is a truly dizzying career: in just a year, from an unknown warrior and a failed artist, he turns into the supreme ruler of all of Germany. Some even then started talking about the fact that he could make a deal with the devil. And Hitler's love of the occult only reinforced these doubts. There is a legend according to which, at the end of 1945, on the outskirts of Berlin, in the ruins of an old burnt house, an agreement between Hitler and the devil, signed on April 30, 1932, was allegedly found. As you know, exactly 13 years later, on April 30, 1945, Adolf Hitler committed suicide, fulfilling the terms of this agreement.

Christoph Heitzman

Christoph Heitzmann is not the most famous Bavarian artist of the middle hand. He became famous not for his paintings, but for the story of his own life. August 29, 1677 was taken to the police. According to the records, he was seized with "certain unusual convulsions." It was there, in the police, that the artist made an amazing confession: he allegedly sold himself to Satan nine years ago, and now he fears that his soul is being taken in payment of a debt. Heizmann literally begged the police to send him for protection to the nearby holy relics in Mariazell. They believed him, and on September 5, the penitent artist arrived in Mariazell.

There the rite of exorcism continued for three days. During it, Heitzman saw how the Holy Virgin Mary triumphed over the Devil and wrested from him the very contract that he wrote "with blood taken from the palm of right hand". The contract said: "I, Christoph Heitzmann, give myself to Satan to be his own natural son and belong to him both in body and soul for nine years." Having parted with the burden, the artist went to live with his sister in Vienna, but a month later his fears returned. In May 1678, he again returned to Mariazell, where the Holy Virgin returned to him another contract, signed in ink, which Heizmann saw lying on the steps of the altar torn into four pieces. After this event, the artist entered the monastery and, although he was overcome by devils, led a pious lifestyle until his death, which followed on March 14, 1700. in Neustadt.

Oliver Cromwell

Oliver Cromwell is known as a prominent statesman, commander and leader of the English Revolution of the 17th century. According to contemporaries, Cromwell made a deal with the devil on the morning of November 9, 1651 in the forest, just before the battle of Worcester. The devil appeared in the guise of a gray-bearded old man and handed Cromwell a scroll with a contract. Having familiarized himself with him, the politician was furious: “How so?” he shouted, “Only seven years?! I have asked you for twenty-one years." A long argument ensued between them, but in the end, the elder said: “If you refuse, then there will be another who will be satisfied with this.”

According to other testimonies, the devil generously promised him all the benefits and riches that one can imagine, except for one thing - the title of king. “It will be with you and the Protector,” he said. But Cromwell certainly wanted the highest title in the state. Enraged because of the intransigence of the devil, he hit his staff with all his might, but hit his leg. This wound caused gangrene. So he died Protector. But this evidence is not credible, because it is common knowledge that Oliver Cromwell died from a deadly combination of malaria and typhoid fever caused by salmonella, and not from gangrene.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Bonaparte's political career was not as fast-paced as Hitler's, but nevertheless, she became incredibly fast and confident. He staged a coup d'état in 1799 and assumed the position of first consul. In 1804, he was already proclaimed emperor. Napoleon significantly increased the territory of his empire, making it so that most of the countries of Western and Central Europe became dependent on France. Just ten years later, in 1814, he abdicated. He returned in 1815, but almost immediately, after the defeat at Waterloo, he was exiled to St. Helena.

According to some historians, Napoleon made his deal with the devil in 1799 in Egypt, becoming a fan of the cult of the ancient Egyptian god of evil Set. It was his gigantic statue that Napoleon brought to Paris from the Egyptian campaign. According to legend, this statue opened the path to unlimited power for its owner. It is especially interesting that during the war of 1812, on the day when the French troops entered Moscow, the statue was transported along the Seine and she drowned. Since then, luck has turned its back on the emperor.

Johann Georg Faust

A famous German doctor and warlock who lived in the first half of the 16th century. It was his legendary biography that became the basis of numerous works of European literature, including the most famous Goethe tragedy of the same name.

As the legend says, Faust always dreamed of a life that would consist only of pleasures. It was this desire that served as the impetus for the beginning of studies in the occult sciences, with the help of which he called the evil spirit. They entered into an agreement according to which the devil pledged to serve Faust for 24 years in exchange for his soul. However, after 16 years of endless intoxication, fun and sodomy, Faust bitterly regretted his decision and wished to break the contract. Of course, he did not succeed, and the evil spirit, not wanting to let go of his prisoner just like that, brutally dealt with him.

Niccolo Paganini

Paganini passionately loved music from the very early years. He learned to play the violin when he was 5 years old. The father - the owner of a mandolin shop, noticing that his son had talent, began to intensively teach him music. Just a few years later, the playing of little Niccolo impressed professional musicians so much that they simply refused to teach him - there was nothing left. Then, to improve his skills, Paganini invented and performed complex musical constructions. This led to the fact that for many years there was not a single musician capable of playing his works. Paganini performed his music only himself.

One of the most famous works Paganini is the "Dance of the Witches". It was it that gave birth to rumors that in order to possess such a virtuoso technique of playing the violin, the musician entered into an agreement with evil spirits. Contributed to this and not the usual appearance of the musician, which was popularly called "Mephistopheles". The poet Heinrich Heine describes his meeting with Paganini as follows: “He was wearing a dark gray overcoat to the toes, which made his figure seem very tall. Long black hair fell in tangled curls over his shoulders and, like a dark frame, surrounded his pale, dead face, on which genius and suffering left their indelible mark.

Theophilus of Adan

The life of St. Theophilus of Antioch is considered the first official mention of a deal with the devil in history. It happened in the VI century AD. Archdeacon Theophilus was unanimously elected Bishop of Adana, but out of humility the holy father renounced his priesthood. Another priest was appointed to the position, who, seeing Theophilus as a dangerous competitor, began to oppress him in every possible way. Throwing away his former humility, the famous theologian decided to find a warlock who would arrange a meeting with Satan for him. As a result, the meeting took place. The devil, in exchange for Theophilus receiving the post of bishop, asked him to renounce Jesus and the Mother of God, signing the corresponding contract with blood.

The deal was concluded, but soon Theophilus began to be tormented by remorse. He prayed and fasted for 40 days, after which the Mother of God appeared to him, who promised to intercede for him before God. After another 30 days of fasting, Theophilus again saw the Mother of God, who informed him that all his sins were forgiven him. But Satan was not going to give up just like that. Three days later, Theophilus, waking up in the morning, found the same contract on his chest as a reminder that the deal was still in force. Without thinking twice, he took the contract to the former bishop, whose place he took, and repented of his deeds. The bishop acted radically - he took and burned the contract, thereby annulling it.

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ENCOUNTER WITH THE DEVIL

Forty-year-old Tatyana Malova is a very calm and very balanced woman. With her habits, she definitely does not resemble a hysterical woman, and even more so a mentally ill one. Works as an engineer in Rostov-on-Don. I met her several times, visited her two-room apartment on the outskirts of the city, where I wrote down, I'm sure, her true story about the antics of evil spirits in that house.

Here it is, Tatiana's confession:

In the summer of 1987, always late in the evening, the bell over the front door to our apartment began to ring. I opened the door, but there was no one behind it! Then strange phone calls began in the evenings, too. I pick up the phone, and there is silence in it. Telephone trills were punctuated by the rattling of the bell in the hallway. for two weeks ... Then they stopped, replaced by new oddities. Both I, and my husband, and our young son clearly heard the parquet in the apartment cracking under the feet of some invisible person.

For two years in a row, the stranger wandered around the rooms in the evenings, visited us two or three times a month.

And in April 1989, I finally saw him. Oh, I wish I hadn't seen it! I woke up in the middle of the night with severe chest pain. I was very surprised and worried, because my chest had never hurt before. She clutched at the sore spot with her hand, rolled over on the other side, and her eyes climbed onto her forehead in amazement.

The moon hung outside the window. Her light illuminated the room well. I see, next to the foot of my bed, there is a real devil no taller than one and a half meters. Shaggy, curly, black. Naked! All overgrown with hair from head to toe. There is also wool on the face. The eyes are blazing with hellish flames, as if smeared with white phosphorus. I took a closer look and he, it turns out, smiles at me. Lips stretched into a wicked grin.

Who are you? I ask, shaking with fear. And instead of answering, he says in a high, squeaky voice:

Do you want me to bring my brother here now? I don’t know why, I drop one single word:

And the devil melted into the air.

Just a few seconds later, he again materialized from the void in front of me. Next to him stood a little imp half a meter tall. His naked body was also covered with shaggy curly hair. But on the other hand, the head ... I screamed not with my own voice when I saw the face of my son above the hairy body!

The devil hugged the imp by the shoulders, chuckled distinctly, and his lips again spread into a devilish grin.

We liked it very much at your place, he squeaked in a treble. We will still come here. Wait.

AT next moment both hairy creatures disappeared.

After some time, one of my close friends came to visit me in the evening. She lived on the other side of the city very far away, and therefore I left her to spend the night with us. Exactly at midnight, she alarmed my husband and me with heart-rending cries. We rushed to her, began to ask: what, they say, is the matter? We see that the woman is not herself, pounding in natural hysteria. Through her tears, she stammeringly said that she had not yet had time to fall asleep, when three short creatures, overgrown with thick black hair, appeared in front of her from nowhere. When my friend squealed in horror, the creatures disappeared, sinking again into who knows where...

One evening in August 1990, I was lying on the couch, but not yet asleep. The light in the room was off. Husband and son were at that moment in the next room. Suddenly, a heavy slab fell on top of me, completely invisible. It seemed another moment, and she would break through chest, will crush me into a cake.

And next to the ottoman there was a sconce lamp hanging on the wall. A cord dangled under it, for which you need to pull to turn the lamp on or off. Half-strangled by an invisible slab, I nevertheless managed to somehow reach out to the lace with my hand. Pulled for him. Light flashed. And what tried to crush me immediately flew off somewhere to the side ... In the following nights, I was afraid to sleep in the dark. So I slept with a lamp burning on the wall.

And nothing else pressed.

But a male voice began to be heard, calling my name. I was frightened, jumped up from the couch, there was no one in the room! And the voice continually called out: "Tanya! .. Tanya! .." And at the same time there was a sound similar to the loud, even ticking of a large wall clock. Meanwhile, in our house there is no such clock.

In response to these endless, soul-exhausting calls, “Tanya! .. Tanya! ..” I once jumped up on the bed and see a cup and a saucer under it, standing on the lower unglazed shelf of the sideboard, swaying evenly. They roll from side to side in time with the mysterious loud ticking. A flat plate lay on the shelf next to them. Suddenly the plate trembled, twitched, turned over by itself and froze, standing on its edge. And then she began to ride on the shelf back and forth, like a wheel.

I rushed to the sideboard, grabbed a plate, pressed it to my chest ... I don’t know what to do ... I sat down on the couch and sat there until dawn with a plate under my arm.

In those terrible days, when someone called my name at night, my eight-year-old son often complained about the noise that prevented him from sleeping. Something hooted all night long under his bed, moved there and puffed ...

All our relatives, friends and all colleagues, both mine and my husband, knew from our words about the nightmares happening with us. One of my husband's colleagues said:

Exist popular belief: if a brownie is furious in the house, it means that he is hungry and needs to be fed.

Stupid idea, isn't it?

If you are a brownie and live under the same roof with us, then here is a refrigerator for you, dear, but here is a kitchen cabinet where there are bags of cereals on the shelves and a sack of potatoes lies below. Open the refrigerator, climb into the closet, feed on health ...

But what can't you do when the situation is just desperate? In the evening I put it in the place in the sideboard where the plate itself rose on edge, a cup of water and a saucer with two gingerbread cookies. Imagine my surprise when in the morning I found both the cup and the saucer empty. The next evening I again prepared exactly the same dinner for the brownie. By morning, the water from the cup and the gingerbread from the saucer had disappeared. And there was a blissful silence in the apartment.

Every evening in the following days, I continued to cook the same simple feeding for my “tenant”. Judging by the fact that it did not know how and where it evaporated in the middle of the night, the brownie liked the feeding.

Ten days have passed. And then one morning I found water and gingerbread intact. Aha! Our outrageous ate and drank, so. My husband and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Since then, nothing unusual has happened in our house.

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It was green and harmoniously merged with the colors of the forbs of the forest glade. Next to the tent, a middle-aged man with handsome features was sitting on a light metal chair. Brunette, with a neatly trimmed black mustache, hair cropped short, eyes hazel, skin slightly tanned. He held a book in his hands and read with enthusiasm. He was so infatuated with her that my presence went unnoticed by him. He was dressed in a red-and-blue sports suit and clearly did not look like a forest dweller. Rather, a city dweller from a nearby city. I approached him very close and greeted him. As if nothing had happened, he turned in my direction and also said hello. It seemed to me that he was not interested in me and he was not expecting anyone at that hour, not even me. But I didn't think I'd meet anyone here either. For me, this man is a complete surprise. I did not introduce myself, went to the haystack, pulled out some hay and spread it under me, sat down on it, closed my eyes and relaxed. The chair creaked and I opened my eyes. The man got up, closed the book, took it to the tent and went out again. He stretched out to his full height, raised both hands to the sky, yawned with pleasure, shook himself off from his sitting posture and walked towards me with a smile on his face. He came up to me, held out a clean well-groomed hand and introduced himself: - Nikolai Vasilyevich! Free architect of human souls! I stood up and, shaking his hand, also introduced myself: - Victor! Wanderer, wayfarer, traveler, going from the future to his past! - Sorry, wanderer for such a careless reception, read out. The book turned out to be very interesting. -What is the name of your interesting book? The Devil is my great teacher. Nikolai Vasilyevich invited me to his tent and here he showed me his hospitality and cordiality. From the inside, the tent was even more spacious. There was everything for a more comfortable stay in nature in field conditions. TV, refrigerator, heating, light - everything worked from a mini-electric power station. Household gas came from a cylinder. Sofa, coffee table, two armchairs, carpets on the floor. - Sit where it is convenient. How will we communicate? On YOU or on YOU? - I'm thinking about YOU. - On YOU, so on YOU! I sat down in a free-standing chair, next to the table, on which a lot of delicious food appeared. The host placed a bottle of red wine on the table, which made the table well-decorated. - Victor, help yourself! At your request, I will get everything you want from the refrigerator. - I'm sorry, but I don't want to eat. -How so, because on the road, probably hungry? At least try something, don't offend the owner of the table. I don't mean to offend anyone, especially you. I just haven't eaten anything from regular food for several years now. I feed on the energies of eternity and I do not need ordinary food. - At least try dry wine... - No, now I don't even drink water. I extract it from humid air. I learned to eat air. Not just breathe. - So you're a sun eater? - Yes! - I read about them, but it was the first time I met such a person. Most often I meet with voluptuous gluttons, gluttons who eat everything and everything is not enough for them. Food becomes more expensive, but people do not eat less. People not only eat a lot, but also drink a lot. The illusion of diversity creates new human passions and habits. Food is becoming more dangerous to life and health. They are initially harmful and not suitable for food. - Victor, you are strange and unusual person . I can see that you are not ordinary either. You read with enthusiasm about the devil, you are the architect of human souls. What is interesting in this book? What attracts you to such evil spirits? In addition to the devil, there are lucifer, venzivul, satan, devil, demon, goblin, vampires, ghouls, kikimors, brownies, etc., and many more evil spirits that people are afraid of. And you're not afraid? Suddenly you will fall under its absolute influence and become a slave of the devil. Sell ​​your soul to him and you will be left without your own soul. The devil indulges everything, tempts, tempts, and it is not easy to resist his temptations. - Here in the forest, in the clearing, our meeting is not accidental. I knew that you would come here and came in advance, set up a tent and calmly waited for our meeting. I was waiting for you. You don't know me and you've never spoken to me personally. All my life I was next to you and constantly seduced you, tempted and indulged you, i.e. allowed you to do whatever you wanted. But to my surprise, the more I tried to seduce you with something, the easier you got away from my temptations. Later, I realized that nothing would work out with you and, in the end, I decided to meet far from prying eyes and chat as possible among people. - Victor, I am the devil, who introduced himself to you in the form of a man in a tracksuit with the name Nikolai Vasilyevich. I do not treat human souls. I pervert, corrupt, destroy them through addictions, weaknesses, vices, habits, shortcomings. Ignorance, insignificance and madness of people help me in this. I make people corrupt, buy their souls at bargain prices and create soulless, indifferent slaves, zombies and robots that are subject to me. - Nikolay Vasilievich! What do you need it for? - All the evil spirits, where I also enter as the devil, was invented by religious leaders to strengthen their power through intimidation of ignorant people, leadership and control of the crowd of believers and unbelievers. As a devil, the church has endowed me with specific powers and responsibilities, and for 2000 years I have been serving the church regularly. I live and do my specific work. The terrible image of the devil, created by order of the church, was displayed in their art by religious artists, designed to frighten people and keep them in fear. Artists are ostracized, writers are perverted, and everywhere the devil is a terrible monster, with whom it is better not to meet. In fact, a terrible image of the devil is for the ignorant, living in eternal fear. I'm not at all scary, but very attractive and seductive. In life, the devil is all-attractive and all-attractive, all-seductive and all-seductive. In life, the devil takes on various pleasant, comfortable, cozy, familiar images and forms, and through them easily tempts and seduces people. People easily succumb to such influence by indulging and channeling their excessive addictions, desires, needs, habits, weaknesses, etc. I'm not all-powerful, as the church makes me out to be. I am just an image created by the church and I live while the church is strong in its influence on people and while people are ignorant. People are afraid of me, but many desperate people are not even afraid of me, cursing me on what the world stands. The problem is that I, like the devil, was created to intimidate people and people perceive me one-sidedly, categorically and straightforwardly, based on many centuries of suggestion that I am terrible and only terrible. The inertia and conservatism of people's thinking polishes people's consciousness from generation to generation for this particular perception of the devil. Secretly from church curators, I wrote a book that I called: The Devil is my great teacher. - Victor, I was waiting for this meeting and I want to be extremely frank with you. Every year, decade, century, I have more work to do. I would rejoice and rub my weary hands, drink champagne in some brothel. But I'm not enough for everyone. I'm just out of breath. The system for selling souls has been adjusted to automatism, but the flow has increased hundreds of times. I have a whole staff of my employees, but they do not have time. To cut down on the flow of soul sales, I wrote this book. The devilish system is running out of steam. - Nikolai Vasilievich, I see it. The wheel of the devil machine launched 2000 years ago has a projection of destruction and is moving towards the goal of its own destruction, having gained a great potency of destruction. Thanks to the accumulated potency, the system moves by inertia and until the potency runs out, the mechanism of destruction will not stop and not only the Savior and Messiah will save the world of evil from destruction, no matter what efforts he makes, but will only increase the resistance of the system. And you, like the devil, will have enough work for thousands of years. What do you write about in your book? - I am writing that I am not an absolute form of evil, that I am only an executor of the will of absolute evil, which created me as an image of absolute evil. I am an accountable and controlled form. I was created as evil as opposed to good, according to the system of stick and carrot, where the stick is me, and the carrot is a good god. The dual consciousness of separation divided the single world of eternity into the world of evil and good and divided it into two separate worlds, into the world of the devil and the world of God. - Nikolai Vasilyevich, I live in the consciousness of unity, in one world eternity. For me there is a single eternity, where there is in its unity good evil and evil good, I do not divide the world into good and evil, bad and good. I know that everything is located and stored in the system of a single eternity. Let it exist in its unity. - Victor, I am writing that everything manifests itself as an indicator of an example and an example of indicativeness, therefore, any example is contagious for imitation both in evil and in good, bad and good. Any demonstrative example, by its example of demonstrativeness, seduces and tempts for repetition and manifestation again. Well, I really want to be like an idol, idol, authority, star, craftsman, creator, creator, etc. People do not want to be like the devil, they are afraid of him. People also do not want to be like God, because he is not clear to them, not tangible and not cognizable. People want to be sages, philosophers, teachers, thinkers. They use their sayings, works, wise thoughts in their lives. But these are all direct, one-sided, straightforward, categorical, literal imitations. Unfortunately, most people also perceive the work of the devil and his manifestations literally and one-sidedly. They see in them a manifestation of literal and straightforward evil and, based on this, draw specific conclusions. The devil, as a form of manifestation, is an indicator of the highest manifestations of evil. Very few people will openly manifest the highest forms of evil. Basically, evil is disguised as good intentions, and only then it manifests itself. The devil exists not to intimidate people, but to manifest the highest forms of evil and destruction, and his demonstration in this constantly shows that it is necessary to stop doing evil, this is bad, not humane, this is not decent. The devil constantly and concretely every moment shows what reasonable people should not do, and people, on the contrary, imitate each other in bad things and even excel at it. By manifesting evil, I show people the forms of true evil and try to teach them to live right. By showing examples of exceptional evil, I am doing a very important and necessary work. Without me, it would be difficult for people to understand what evil is and how to respond to it correctly, how to translate evil into good and create concrete good. Nobody perceives me as a great teacher. I, as a developer of the highest forms of evil, know the true price of good. Besides me, absolute evil knows the true price of good. I was not afraid of how the church represented me. - For me, everyone is a teacher and the devil is no exception. The devil is my friend, he doesn't scare me. - Victor, I am writing that through the knowledge of the devil as the highest villain, each person needs to realize that he is an absolute villain, that an absolute villain has always lived and lives in every person. This awareness is necessary in order to become a true virtue and a true protector from one's own villainy. There is a formula that defines the deep meaning of awareness: BEING- NOT DOING. This means, being a villain, a person does not commit evil deeds and villainy. Each person is initially the devil himself, otherwise it is not possible to create the image of the devil. Man creates everything in his own image and likeness. Rare people can realize themselves as an absolute villain, because for most people there is an eternal struggle between good and evil. Often extremes replace each other and a person is mistaken, mistaken and confused. In a divided world, there are two forces: one is creative, the other is destructive. Eternity is one and whole in its existence, and these two forces act simultaneously, as one. Sometimes it is difficult to notice where and in what creation and destruction take place. Since creation and destruction are at the same point of the moment, this moment is simultaneously created and destroyed, never creating or destroying itself. All people of any age are initially hostile to each other. This happens for one reason for everyone - the reason for the division of something or someone. Children fight with each other because they cannot share a beautiful toy, teenagers fight to assert themselves in the group of their peers as leaders. Self-affirmation with the help of fists, brute physical force, force of arms, arrogance, rudeness, rudeness. Benefits for determining status, power, strength, influence, authority and appropriation for personal use of something taken away or divided is the norm of life ordinary people. Their manifestations of atrocities are reflected to varying degrees in the everyday life of each and every person. It is interesting that few people are aware of the absolute villain in themselves. Most people are very clever at justifying and justifying their deeds through the philosophy of justification. This is where everyone becomes a philosopher. Everything is justified, even the most vile, sophisticated villainy. Justification happens instantly, and awareness of yourself as you are is very slow. To accept myself as I am is a very difficult thing, and for many it is generally impossible. To accept yourself as you are, you need to know your vices, weaknesses, shortcomings, madness, insignificance and ignorance, then recognize them in yourself for yourself and, starting to work with them, realize yourself as such. But who wants to delve into himself and look for everything that is nasty, vulgar, bad, terrible, not acceptable, not desirable, etc., it is better to bury all this in yourself, but deeper and not pull it out into the light of God. But human nature will come out and still show in all its glory. And you can’t get away from yourself, you can’t go away and hide. - Victor, I'm very happy. personal meeting with you. I really wanted to talk to you, a person who perceives me as a great teacher, and not as a scarecrow. More than I anywhere and never will accompany you and lead you on purpose. The forces of evil will not harm you, I will take care of it. You walk your great path with dignity, which makes me admire. I will indirectly observe your movements in space and time, protecting you along the way. We may never see each other in person. But what the hell is not kidding. He somehow sadly smiled and looked into the distance over my head. Bye, stranger! Good luck on your journey! We said goodbye and I moved on from the future into my past.