The chosen vessel: Fighting of the spirits

Автор Miki Lazovic

In a distant Montenegrin village, being a boy, Miki receives from his grandfather special secret knowledge and a notebook with prescriptions for treating many serious diseases including cancer. The grandfather revealed to his receiver a mystery, how to obtain supernatural abilities that only the chosen one has. When Miki grew up, many high&mdash

• Язык: Русский
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• Дата выпуска: 1 июл. 2017 г.
• ISBN: 9785907006522

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Miki Lazovic

The chosen vessel

Fighting of the spirits

Original layout:D.Markova

Cover:D. Davidоva

The chosen vessel/ Miki Lazovic Saint — Petersburg: ООО «SUPER Издательство» 2017. — 702 p.

In a distant Montenegrin village, being a boy, Miki receives from his grandfather special secret knowledge and a notebook with prescriptions for treating many serious diseases including cancer. The grandfather revealed to his receiver a mystery, how to obtain supernatural abilities that only the chosen one has. When Miki grew up, many high—ranking individuals and criminal authorities became aware of this notebook and they wanted to use secret knowledge to achieve their own selfish goals. Will Mickey defend his grandfather’s legacy and resist all the devil’s forces.

In the book, along with mysticism and fantasy, there are also real heroes and events from the days gone by, the time being and ... the future.

Don’t miss it!

The second book of The Chosen one series appears soon.

This is a story about children with superhuman abilities, which are commonly referred to as indigo children. How the world’s elites want to use the super—abilities of gifted children to achieve domination in the modern world. Who can prevent them from carrying out their terrible plans ...

Miki Lazovic is a writer from Serbia, who began to write following his heart. He is known in his country as a hereditary healer and bioenergetic.

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Prologue

Sometimes they say a parable has it that God had banished from the paradise one of His most faithful angels, who entrenched upon his throne. He called him the devil and cast him into the darkness of hell. God continued to help His people on  earth and they were settled everywhere. He gave them plenty of everything. Someone wielded one thing, somebody else had another thing, they shared with each other, so they were not lacking in anything.

Seeing how God loves His people and how much they are inclined to sin, the devil comes once to visit them. He was transfigured into a human who has all pockets and some bags full of various coins, which he had made last night in his kingdom of hell. Then mixed with the people in the market and began to thrust nose into every deal. Bearing in mind that no one knew him, many asked who he was, and the devil replied that he was God’s messenger and that God gives them these coins their trade. Smaller coins are worth less then cartwheels. So, from this time forwards the people have to measure the price of everything in such a manner. They will give more coins for valuables and those simpler things would cost fewer coins or money. It is impossible barter a cow for a sack of potatoes or a pig for chicken. If, for example, slaughter a pig allows to feed the entire family at least ten days, while a chicken will not be enough even for one meal. And people loved it! And all expressed enthusiastically support the proposal. Devil spread coins among all people one by one. He gave the speech on  which everyone was thrilled: All of you have received the same money and now you can buy everything you want. Therefore, it is totally up to you to raise the amount of your money. With a lot of money, you could buy more goods. Who will have more money than that, apart from the pleasures on  earth, will have the opportunity to buy a more comfortable life in heaven. People, I have told you all. Best of luck! And I leave you now.

Keeping the share of the money, everyone wanted to say and to ask something while the devil suddenly and silently disappeared.

He came back to the bush, where he turned into a man, and not paying any attention to anything, while he again transformed into a devil, said the words that heard grazers shepherd, who rested in the shade of a bush:

"God’s people, I know that God loves you, but I can not somehow revenge against him, but through you. I sowed the seed of hatred and evil among you, and I know it will start to grow and you’ll delude, kill and sell everything for it. For it you’ll lose everything down to the own soul. Because of it you’ll fall into sin for which God will send you to me in the darkness of hell. So instead of God, I will revenge against God’s people. It will take a long time until my seed of evil takes possession of all over the world, and then, when the children are ready to sell their parents, and parents dispose himself to sell the children to have more money or my seed of evil, then there’ll be a day of my reign and I will be the absolute ruler of the world and the universe. Then, for my seed, you people will sell out God who created you».

After these words, the devil left Earth and the frightened shepherd, seeing that this strange happening disappeared, hurried away to people crying with all might. People gathered around him and listened to what he tells them. All came to a place that he showed could not find anything except some coins. They gave coins to him so he could have something at least. Nobody believed him.

When God saw the people are walking another way He had wanted, He put a pen and parchment and started writing the Salvation Book about the man who will be named the Chosen One. Only he alone will discover secrets of these writings until saving mankind from evil and abyss that awaits it.

Lord spent a lot of time thinking and then He decided to send His Son to people, created at His own will, to expose their sins and to learn how to get off the road that leads into the abyss and hell. Among them He created prophets indicating the way to the Kingdom of God, to His Son, who will be send to treat all of any disease and to take on  their shoulders the burden of sin, so they, disencumber of everything, could follow Him again and abandon their sins. But they went on  to commit a sin and He had to stop them many times.

Therefore, He sent His Son. He treated by hands all people with terminal diseases thereby demonstrating the power and glory of God that could help many to strengthen their faith. His advent opened eyes of many people and they turned to God in truth believing every word He said. But there were also people who did not believe in Him. Authorities and priests, not believing that He is the Son of God and seeing that people are more likely to visit Him as well as were concerned to lose their influence, found three false witnesses and charged him with blasphemy. They condemned and crucified Him. And then the Lord said that so were realized His words spoken through the prophet. The rulers thought that they had killed Him, but on  the third day on  the wings of an angel the Lord took his body, carried it to His Kingdom and put him by His right hand. And his spirit has remained on  earth the ground so that he may be brought before disciples and believers who listened to His words. After forty and one days, his spirit has recovered poise in the kingdom of His Father.

For sins and crime committed against His Son decided Lord to punish His people for a thousand years.

Only then in the world will the first Chosen come, who will have the power to help people with his hands as His Son did. He would have many other things: force of hypnosis, teleportation people and matters to a selected destination, power of throw voice without opening mouth, strength and sensitivity of the aura, power of reading all the thoughts of hearts and leadership, ability to extract the spirit from the body and within nine minutes to turn three times around the Earth as well as an opportunity to develop and enhance the function of the human brain. At the cost of his own life and family’s life he may not talk about it or use his power for purposes of material advantage. All the received knowledge he must hand down to the next Chosen One. This knowledge should be transmitted by complete secrecy from generation to generation or from Chosen to Chosen. The spirit of previous Chosen will always have a spiritual connection with the future Chosen till all the knowledge will be transmitted to the next Elect. In addition to all the received power every Chosen will always possess the spirit of previous Chosen who will support and help him in all the issues which he could not resolve.

Then God understood that people will notice such a person very quickly and kill him as His Son motivated by hatred. He decided to give His strength to many in their hands to help the people and thus He could cover up the trail of the genuine Elect. But why, two thousand years later, people cast a deal of doubt who is the genuine Elect and really helps, and who is just a copy. Bible tells that many will come into existence, but only one will be Chosen One. When His servant, who was trying to dethrone Him, seize power and become the absolute ruler in heaven and on  earth, the Lord with His strong Chosen will stand against evil force and humanity will return to the right path.

Theretofore, the person should hide in the crowd of similar people and may not give away mysteries of God.

Chosen One

Break time in our lectures. Marco, our operator, returned from vacation. He brought lots including peck and tipple. And our director is with us. After the usual questions How it was? How did he spend a holiday? Did he chill out? he begins the story because of which we forget out and away our food and drink. All have noticed that the director was involved and followed more about Marco’s narrative.

Dear friends, at the insistence of my father, I had to spend the first few days of vacation in the village in Montenegro instead to go to sea. You all know that I am a Montenegrin—born and what happened to me, it is hard to believe.

For many years, my father asked me stubbornly to take him to the native village to visit his brother. This year I tried to avoid it and I was going to go with my family to the sea without him, but he still admonished. After a short discussion, my wife and I agreed that we will leave him in the house with relatives and on  the same day we will continue our way to the sea. On the way, back we’ll pick up him. The wolves are full and the sheep are whole.

At the long last, my wife agreed, and children as children, it does not matter where – just to go. And so, we went. Way as a way, without nothing special.

But when we came up to the village I have been invigorated. It’s the savage scenery. Bliss and inner peace are too wonderful for words if you have not experienced it. We drove up to my uncle’s house. We were warmly welcomed by uncle and aunty. Only they stay here to take due care of the ancestral hearth. I looked at my father, and his eyes beam with happiness as if he takes on  a new lease of life at that moment. Brothers hug with tears in eyes. Indeed, they haven’t seen each other for a long time.

Like a real mistress aunt began to shout at him:

Micho, why are you standing like a do not invite guests in the house? How nice to see you! Come in and make it fast! – She claps me and my wife on  the back. "Now then, children, come in! We’ll talk there without standing under the sun»— she shoves slightly the father and all we are slowly entering the house.

We started to talk about everything while the aunt was carefully making a meal. There is different tasty food on  the table. During dinner, everything is falling right into place gradually. Everyone relaxed. To my surprise, my wife began to explain that we were going to stay there for two or three days and then we would continue our journey to the sea. On the way, back we’ll pick up the father. Everyone liked it. We went out of the house. Sat down at the table under the old mulberry tree and continued our conversation while my wife and aunt washing the dishes.

At this moment, a woman was passing by. My uncle stood up, gave a salute and invited her for a cup of coffee. A short time later he came back and said that it was a very respected doctor who works in the village.

You see, brother, everything has made great strides! – said my father. Do you remember our time? We went to see a doctor Gatso from Murino to Berane or over there to Velika, – he shoots out arm. He would cure better than any doctor.

Here we go again! My father allegedly is in his second childhood! He thrashes again and again over to the same stories that I’ve heard many times! There were the stories about an original man.

Give me a break! – I interrupted him hundreds of times. You know, father, what century is out there? However, those who hear you would call you crazy! I warned him an innumerable number of times when he began to tell stories. I did not forbid him to tell stories to children, but I myself ever missed them. And here it is again! He begins as usual. I was ready to become enraged when my uncle started to confirm his words. Oh, my God, is it possible or I’m going out of my mind?

I’ve started to listen to what I had thought was impossible. Both were speaking about this man as a great wonderworker and I went on  listening while absorbing each word as earth imbibes water! Was it indeed the case that such a man existed, lived until the nearly end of the 20th century and few people had ever heard of him!

«Miro, go to Radenko and call him» – the uncle asked my aunt to call a neighbor. She left and returned quickly saying that he was busy with work, but he would come about eight.

It’s a nice summer night. Crickets and night birds are heard. My people, the village varies wildly of our place in Belgrade. Peace. Quietness. The children went to sleep and we are sitting under the mulberry tree again and talking about an eccentric man and every word is worth special attention.

Radenko described how he was walked to the crank. A few days he had a high fever and headache. He was walked to the doctor in Berane. He was given injections, he took the tablets, but nothing worked. And only then he was walked to see that weirdo, who laid hands over his head and held them in this position for a moment. Radenko felt as if the heat boiled in the head. Since that time, he has never a headache.

First Radenko tells, then my father, my uncle followed him – one after another, and I listen to them and I can’t believe it. So, come down to eleven pm. We agreed that tomorrow night meet again. This continued to eleven at night. We agreed to meet by the afternoon of the next day. Neighbors will be called. They have visited that crank and are going to tell their stories. Everyone was interested to tell me his own story, because everyone knows that I’m working on  TV and think that he could also appear in any television show. I tossed and turned sleeplessly in bed through the night. I could not sleep. Holly Molly! How is that possible that the story was before me for years, but I did not see it?

And this day is done. In the evening six people but Radenko gathered in the house of my uncle. Everyone is waiting patiently until he could tell his story.

This is not a story but it is nevertheless true which happened with these simple souls and which will now be told now for the first time to one who can tell it to the others. As is well known, what some people of this and the neighboring villages know of this and the neighboring villages it is to known of all the rest of humankind.

«Oh, my son, – the neighbor Gordana was the first who began to tell his story, because of a hurrying to return home. I can tell you that I really respected the man, but believe me, and was afraid of him too. He often rode a horse to Plav. He usually bought something there, possibly he went to see friends and to bring them ointment or broth and then returned home. So, it was on  that day. I was cooking varenika * (*varenika is an ethnic food from milk or grape juice). It was a big pot of wide width! – She shows the wide hands. – I was sitting and waiting. Varenika was boiling and I just wanted to remove it from the stove as one of the children shouted: "Look, there is grandfather Gatso». Perhaps I was destined to push the pot so that twelve liters of boiling varenika dumplings poured out on  me. «Ah, ah! «—. I cried out in surprise as disturbed bird. It was very hot. I could have died away. All made a dash for me. The children started crying and my husband Savo took alarm. I fell down close to the stove and my face was treated with boiling varenika. A blister covered my skin from the chin almost to eyes. It seemed to me that the fire was burning inside. Savo is trying to remove my clothing. Have a look! She shows a part of the arm where skin has been burnt and scratched. There is a visible burn scar. It has been leaving when Savo removed my body shirt. The door opened and at the same moment as if everything has stopped and calmed down. Believe me son, all the pain was gone. Suddenly Gatso came in as God’s phantom.

Come on , Savo, let’s have a little quiet. God willing, everything’s going to be all right!

Savo weeps and wails. The children have been mashed together and are beefing with hands pressed to the lips.

For what is it to me, Gatso? Come and see what happened to my beautiful Gocha!" Savo wanted to hug me and protect from all pains and, if possible, to share troubling distress with me while overcoming with weakness.

Wait for a while, Savo, – he headed Gatso off. So, you can’t help her, you’ll take off only your skin! Let me do it and don’t be afraid."

This man came up to me. I’ve heard that he had hands like boiling water. He turned them like that to me and I, instead of hot, felt that something spreads over my entire body and a certain force cools my body. I began to feel as if snow and ice have poured over my body.

Savo, give me water from the well! – Gatso said.

At that moment, I felt calmness that it seemed to me I fall asleep. And my children and Savo calmed down, they were crying no more. Savo came and brought water. Neighbors gathered in front of our house. They scraped against doors and windows to see what is happening. It is surprising that nobody asks anything. Our neighbor Joko filled and brought to Savo a bucket with water. He handed it to Gatso who poured water on  me. Look, my son, here the water is very cold as ice, but I felt it was warm.

I’ll be back soon… – Gatso said and went to his horse.

People made a clear way for him right over, he took out of a package a liniment without greeting anyone. He comes in and begins to spread this ointment on  me. First – on  face. When he smeared my body, I could take off clothes without the pain and the skin did not stick to dress.

«Hey, excuse me, – he told me. Now you’ll smear herself the rest of the body parboil through varenika, then you’ve to wait fifteen minutes and change into fresh clothes. At this point in time your Zlata will cook us cups of coffee. Zlata, daughter, do you know how to make coffee?»— He asked her and I, right hand to God, went into another room without feeling any pain.

"Yes, grandfather, I can do it of course!» – I hear my Zlata answering and I see how he is going between people and greeting them.

Savo took a bottle and fills rakia* into glasses of people (* rakia is a strong alcoholic drink widespread in the Balkans) when saying:

I can see that she feels better about herself!

He offered Gatso to drink brandy too, but that man refused. He said that he may not to drink rakia while helping people. In front of the house all people are talking and discussing what happened to me. The talks lasted maybe for about 15 minutes after which I appeared on  the threshold disguised in fresh clothes.

Such quit and silence is there only in the afterlife. No one can move. Their eyes full of mistrust stared at in surprise at me. I look at them and I can’t understand anything. Dear me, can I sleep? I wanted to touch my cheek where a swollen blister should be. No pain, no blister. At that moment, as if all people have awakened at once and begun to ask their questions. And what Gatso was doing? He overturned the cup with the last sips of coffee, came up to me, took away his ointment, which I still automatically clenched in my hand, and walked to his horse.

Savo first came to his senses. He held Gatso’s arm and began to thank him asking how much he has to pay for saving my life.

Savo, brother! – We have heard again the soft and soothing words from his mouth. "Who am I that you thank me, who am I to save someone’s life?! It’s all God’s will and God’s Providence. He sent me to glorify his name through me again.»

Hush fell over the room again. It gently came and gently went.

That’s, my son, it is the story out of my life. It is hard to believe, but word to big bird. I swear down. So was my first meeting with this man of God, who was called later under different names.»

Pero began to tell another story. It is no less interesting than the first one.

So, it was his story:

"Look, son. I know that availability of medicine as well as technology expanded to perfection, but at the same time a highly—developed technology and the most modern medicine can’t help to anyone even he has all the treasures of the world. It was my example. The temperature rose to 40ºC. I went to Berane. I was examined and taken to Podgorica. But also, there nobody knows what happens with me. I was sent to Military Medical Academy in Belgrade. People, I had had a high temperature for days. I melt as ice dissolves in the sun. I got my weight down up to 20 kilos. The parents go crazy. Doctors say I’ve to prepare for the worst. My wife cries without a break. One relative visited us to ask me about my health. I was invited to visit Gatso to ask him for help. Without thinking the parents went me to him. They wanted to claim his help and were ready to give everything they have. Everyone knows that in the village my parents were the poorest people. He met them as relatives and hosted adopted as the dearest guests. He said that he would go with them directly to Belgrade. He took herbs, roots and came to me. I was barely conscious. I didn’t know whether he had come. Later my father said that he visited me, put his hands on  me, gave me some broth, which he cooked in the kitchen of the hospital. According to my father I took that remedy. He asked my father to wait for him near me. And then he went to contact Zoran, the son of Vaso. In the meantime, I came around after one—half hour. The fever subsided as if I haven’t it. A doctor’s concilium was quite surprised that I could throw off an illness in a blink of an eye and they couldn’t treat me within 20 days. Reanalysis illustrated excellent results. After morning analysis, I left the hospital. As soon as we wanted to go, Gatso came up to us.

So why do you go without seeing me? Hey, it is impossible! – He joked and we went away together. In front of the hospital Zoran was waiting for us. He gave us a lift to bus station.

"Heh, my uncle Djuro! – Says Zoran to my father. – Do not believe me, if I swear on  my children that only our President Tito called uncle Fatso to visit him last night.»

I was transfixed to the spot when hearing it. This is no joke, my son, to get to Tito at the time.

Long after my grandfather told me that he influenced Tito through his own strength in order that Tito called him to talk. He said me that he often could achieve success through adversely impact the human conscience, that’s why he decided to try it on  one of the most influential personalities of that time. Tito heard him and everything went well, but when my grandfather was gone Tito shook his head, as if he has awakened from a dream.

We returned home and people in the village have talked for a long time how Tito called to speak with the wisest man in Montenegro. There has been talk that they took photographs and there were people who saw this picture with my father Djuro when he came home to Gatso. Elders said: "There is no denying the truth. So is the story from my life, son. I had an opportunity to find out that his energy and herbs as well as roots are much more effectively and efficiently than all the pills and injections in this land.»

Tomo started to tell the third story:

"Listen to me, son, my case is a little bit different. I’ve only to say that I met that man not once and he helped me at all times.

One time I paid a visit to him. You know, he had needed that sort of thing too. Some men and women were guests by him. God knows where they came from. I welcomed all and said:

I do not want to sit longer than a hen, but I have come to thank you and I’d like to say, that I relieved feeling of heaviness and pain in the legs. Look, I stand as a rock! «— I extended the hands and showed to everyone. – No power in earth could move me.»

Now for sure do you think so? – asked Gatso with his quit voice.

I don’t think so, I know it, – I said.

"Well, Tomo, then do not be angry, but I’d like to show something to you.

I can’t be angry, Gatso. If you even cut my hand I’ll never get angry with you.

Then he extended his hands towards me. For a moment, I felt that some power was passing through my body. Holy cripes! I was standing straight, but suddenly the body itself begins to move back and forth. My hands were along the body and I bend almost to the ground. I thought that I’m going to prostrate myself, but some power lifts me again. And he didn’t even touch me… When he corrected me, slapped with his hands and I felt as if I have awakened from a dream. I was awoken and conscious, I saw everything but I felt as if I was asleep. My God, it is a perfect darling and miraculous power dwells in him.

So is my story, son. It’s short, but very wonderful and real truth.

And then Marco says:

"Director and all of you will put a face to this story. It’s the most interesting. And whoever considers so it is the most acceptable story.

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 a record that describes how to activate a part of the human brain that is asleep and if he is ready to donate these records to medicine so that it works to the good of humanity.

Gatso smiled and asked him:

«And are you ready to cut off your hand and give it to someone, not someone who needs it, but someone who wants to abuse it?» The human thirst for power, strength and wealth has no limits.» No, mate, I do not have the intentions of one person who would receive this force and could raise it up to the level of the power of the Lord.»

There was such a silence that one can hear thin pipe of gnats, as if the plane had flown by.

My son first came to his senses and asked him:

«Grandpa Gatso, do you want to show them to us, can we see these records out of curiosity?»

«Uh, sonny, if I gave you all my notebooks, neither you nor anyone else in the world could make out any recipe without my formulas. Everything is written in code form. Every code is like the other and always shows another word or has a different meaning.»

«Could you show us the same thing with a table when my people were by you?»

«You do not believe again, do you,» – he said, – «and so Jesus said to his disciples: «I tell all of you with certainty, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, Move from here to there, and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you * (* – quotation: Holy Gospel of Mathew 17:20). Well, hold fast to table.

We gripped it and Gatso started moving his hand. And all of them moved around the house together with the table like flies, but not people who weights under one hundred kilograms and more. After that we were taking lunch together. Gatso stood up, said goodbye to everyone and left, and we stayed to discuss these and other events. And it is clear that we talked only about him. One of the doctors said:

Oh, come on , he is an old boaster.

Then my Mikan stand up, he brought his hand down with a smack on  the table and said very quietly, but everyone could hear him:

«He is not bouncing, he helps»

Look at Mikan – he can walk and talk, as if he was never ill. So, my sonny, this is my story.

Only Marco completed this story, as the director crossed himself with the words:

«Good God! If he really has these records about the functions of the brain, then this would be a great discovery for humanity! Marco, take a film crew and slide in the footsteps of this amazing person. Good luck! I hope that all this is true, but not just chatter.

The group was ready and we went to this most amazing expedition.

3.

Under the mountain Chakor is located the most beautiful village – Velika. The mountains are on  all sides, and on  them, besides the beautiful forests and meadows, there are pieces of cultivated land, a wooden fence and a house. There are not many of them. All of them are old, like the few inhabitants of this wonderful village. All these houses could tell their own history, just as these few people could tell their stories about their life and village. Until now many people remember one wonderful old man, who, as the story goes, has been called an eccentric with herbs, herb doctor, witch doctor, sorcerer, healer, a man who moves objects and knows how to talk with the spirits of ancestors.

«Yes. I remember Gatso. How not to remember?! Even when I was a kid, I heard a lot about him from my parents, grandfather and grandmother, and others used to say incredible things about that wonderful person", – one of the residents of that village confessed to us.

«He is my own blood. God will reward him in the next world, – his relative assured us. «I remember all, sonny. Why not?! Such a person he was! And what power did he have? God rewarded him. It was enough for the patient to approach him – he immediately recovered. He gathered various herbs and made therapeutic ointments ad inunctions. Believe me, he was not equal in the whole world. He knew to have a look and to say everything that was with you and what will happen. Look. He could do like this, – and she pointed with her old hands towards the bench and the vat near the water source, – for fun he could raise without hands and throw this bench and the tub. Yes, son, he was strange. I can still tell you, but I know – you will not believe, many times I heard from many people that he can talk with his late father, grandfather, great—grandfather and with everybody. I’ve heard. His house was near the cemetery and, my God, it was said that many times after midnight they saw him there at the graves – the old woman opened us making the sign of the Cross. – The only thing I did not like in him.»

We asked her if she could tell anyone we could ask about him and his abilities.

"Of course, I can tell, son! Listen! He has a son and two daughters, but only all his skills, notebooks and records he left his sister’s son, nephew Miki. He lived in Pecs, and then he moved with his sister to Kraljevo. God you are, and they say about him: he is an eccentric out of eccentrics.»

We ended up talking with the innocent people of this village and went to Kraljevo to meet this «eccentric crank.»

4.

Our film crew went to Kraljevo for searching this amazing person. Zoran was behind the wheel.

«You have to believe, Marco, my friend was in Kraljevo by one bioenergetik Miki,» Tanya told us. – She had been suffering from a backache for a long time. Physiotherapy and all possible medications did not help. Suddenly a video was found on  YouTube, as I could remember it was called «Bioenergy is God’s Gift of an eccentric with a stick.» Yes, I think it was called so. Marco, look at the YouTube, if it’s called wrong, then I call her and she’ll tell us. She was interested in the name «An eccentric with a stick.» She watched the video and decided to call.»

«It would be nice if it was he, then we’ll find him easily,» – said Zoran.

«She told me that this crank was massaging in some old house. At first it was scary, but when his massage was over, she saw that there was nothing left of her pain", – Tanya finished her story.

In one of the roadside cafes, while we were drinking coffee to take a break from the long road, Marco took out a laptop and started searching. He quickly found the right video. We watched it during one hour and seventeen minutes without stopping. We paid attention to every saying word. Much was clear, but not a word was said about the development of the brain to unimaginable boundaries. This topic was of particular interest to us. At the end of the video there were phone numbers, which we recorded and went on .

"Friends, we are paid well, but I think we are going to catch a spirit with butterfly net» – commented Zoran.

«Why do you think so?» – Tanya asked.

«Look realistic: medicine, economics, agriculture, technology and all other sciences are so developed, it’s impossible to describe, and we are looking for a person who has a formula for brain development. Stop, Tanya, I beg you! The human brain is read in and enlarged by magnetic resonance by a hundred times, but no one, including the most modern medicine, has been able to find a formula yet, how an uneducated or semi—educated person could do this?!»

«We can, of course, confirm fully the accuracy of your words, but there is something else. Think that if humanity remains in this position, since it is really real, but on  the other hand, one thing is inconspicuous in the eye, which in fact is a solution for the tremendous progress and development of science and all of humanity".

«Stop, Tanya, what a trifle, what progress? It’s nonsense!» – Zoran began to resent, furious, fully convinced of his rightness.

«You, Zoran, are indescribably stubborn.» You look one—sided, like many people who do not want to see and listen to someone whom you think is not worthy to say anything clever, because you have not finished institutes like you", – Tanya continued to argue with him.

«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 massage.»

The telephone rang, he answered and, waving to us, went away and we again were left alone.

«I just do not know what to say ...!» – said Zoran mistrustfully. It is as if people know what we are thinking about and what we are looking for and tell us about interesting history on  this topic.»

«Old people say: there is no smoke without fire,» – Tanya an swered him.

«Yes, Tanya, you’re right, but look at the truth ... It’s just unrealistic at the moment!»

«Is it really possible to be so indescribably stubborn?» – Tanya asked angrily.

«Come on , I beg of you! Good God, Marco, why did you not take someone more intelligent, but anyone who believes in any primitive tales?" – Zoran asked in an irritated tone.

«Indeed, if you continue in such a way I’ll call the director» – threatened Marco. – Really, even here, in a cafe, where all of us can be heard, we will show our lack of culture. Let’s go easy, everyone to his room. We will see what tomorrow will bring us.»

«To be honest, I’m looking forward for tomorrow to meet this crank!» – Said Zoran, slightly offended by Marco’s words, because he counted on  his support.

Everyone went to bed, each with his own thoughts.

Near the monastery Zhicha * (* Zhića is a monastery in the heart of Serbia) next to Kraljevo, the magnificent hotel «Gerdan» is located. Probably because of clean air and fatigue from a tedious journey we slept soundly, like lambs. We were awakened by the kind staff of the hotel. Morning coffee with breakfast completely renewed our strength. Cheerful, as if there had been no quarrel between us last night, we were calmly planning to go to the Zhicha monastery. A little walk and then we’ll go to the ordered session. The owner of the hotel explained the easiest way to find Micki and we went. The beauty of the monastery can not be described in words. It is necessary to feel, absorb this spirituality and realize the centuries that this relic radiates.

Then we went to Miki. Navigation does not help here. Streets, that are not entered on  any map yet, can be found only if someone is asked about them. Many times we stopped passers—by and finally we reached our destination. The house is old and near the house there is a stream. The ground floor is built of bricks and the upper one is made of wood. It reminds us of the old times when people lived at God’s discretion, without doctors and pills. Meadows and a beautiful forest were the decoration of this ancient house. On the other side, there are sheds and another wooden structure. The previous owners kept cattle in it. Everything exudes the fragrance of the past. From the bridge to this wooden house a concrete path is made, which is decorated with various colors on  both sides. Later we learned that the construction of this concrete path was helped by the friend of Sarah, who lives and works in Switzerland. She came here for a massage. The path reached a small terrace. On the terrace there is a bench, a table and a bed.

«Good afternoon» – we greeted the man who was sitting on  it.

«God gives you health,» – he replied.

«Do you also expect a massage from Mr. Miki?» – Tanya asked.

«No, daughter, I have already finished. I decided to sit down here, smoke a cigarette and wait until he massages my wife.»

«Tell me, did you like how Mr. Miki massages?» – Tanya continued the conversation.

«Listen, daughter, you can contact me as you want. As to Miki, I can say that he does not like when he is called a master. On the one hand, it’s not bad, because here you couldn’t feel excessive respect. We are all alike. Rich and poor, beautiful and ugly – we are all made from flesh and blood. About massage I can say that words and praise are not enough. It is necessary to experience this feeling in order to judge objectively.»

Our conversation would continue, but at that moment the door opened. An elderly woman came out followed by Miki. They greeted us and then grandmother and grandfather left.

Miki called us and we entered a room measuring about thirty square meters.

«Sit down freely, I’ll be back in a few minutes,» – Mickey said and went away.

We look around ... On the walls, there are old paintings and several Miki’ diplomas. To the right of the door there is an iron stove and in front of it there is a table with neatly arranged clean glasses and some kind of wooden vessel with several bills, five or six eggs and as many apples. A bed and a large TV stand in the corner. To the right of the TV there is another bed and, finally, a corner sofa on the edge of which the locker is made. There were towels, bedspreads for massage, bottles and jars with different ointments in it. In the third corner, there is an electric stove and a fridge, and next to it there is a massage chair. On the left side to the very doors a wooden display case stood. Cups, plates and other dishes are neatly arranged in it. In the middle of the room there is a device and immediately behind it there is a massage bed.

«I have to ask you – does this look like a clinic of the person who helps so many people and is able to develop brains to unimaginable boundaries?» – Zoran turned to Tanya sarcastically.

«To be honest, I’m not impressed by what I see, but what is that is, now we’ll talk to him and see what he tells us.» I do not know why, but I still believe this person.»

The quarrel began again, but the door opened and everyone fell silent.

«So, none of you three came for a massage,» – Miki said. Well, nevertheless I’ll massage you and at the same time we’ll have a little talk.» Come on , undress to the waist and lie down here «— he was referring to Zoran. He pointed out how to place the head and legs. You know, Zoran, why did I choose to massage you first?»

«I do not know,» – Zoran replied, shrugging his shoulders and removing his knitted shirt.

«Lie down, I’ll tell you everything calmly. – Zoran lay down and Miki put an ointment on  his back and began to talk. —Actually, I should be angry with you because you directed your negative energy towards me."

It was possible to guess which expression Zoran had. It was lucky that at that moment it was already in the opening of the table and nothing was visible.

«And my grandpa Gatso used to say: «Because of stupid Nikola do not ever abuse St. Nicholas!» Now I will explain to you why I understand you. At each step hundreds of herbalists and healers and they promise to do this and that, they say that almost dead people are being resurrected from their graves. In the end, when you take away money, all promises evaporate. Therefore, I understand your attitude towards me. You should succeed in this business, because you have some subtle instinct that guides the truth, and, in spite of the complexity of the task, it will always lead to the goal»— he turned to Tanya.

«Quite right! – Said Marco. – That’s why the director decided to send her with us in the group.»

«I see and I know that you came here with the intention of reaching some information, but not massage,» – Miki said, and they thought that before them there was a prophet who from their subconsciously reads everything they want to know. I’m not sure if I have time to tell you something while I’m still here, because in about fifteen days I’m leaving for Germany to help my friends there.» They come from Russia, but live in Germany. You see, almost every day people come to me for a massage. Patients will interrupt us, but I’ll try to combine everything, – Miki explained massaging Zoran. Keep in mind, if I start talking about my grandfather Gatso, it will not be a short story for a couple of hours. You will have to spend here much longer than you planned. Therefore, I suggest you move here, so that you do not spend money on  the hotel. No luxury, but you can sleep and you will have a feeling that you have returned at least one century ago. The most important thing is that you will be at hand and, when you have free time, we can continue our story. Many times I wanted to write a novel about my grandfather Gatso, but it never worked out – it takes a lot of time, and I do not have it at all. I dedicate every moment to patients who come to me. Therefore, I will be glad to share this story with you. It will satisfy your curiosity and thus I achieve the goal – to publish a novel about my grandfather.»

«Mister Miki ...» – Marco tried to ask something, but he interrupted him:

«Marco, Zoran, Tanya — so I’ll turn to you without undue honors and ceremonies!» I ask you to ask me the same way. «

«Can you at least explain why do you insist on  it? All the people in the world like respect and a sense of superiority in relation to the rest, but are you different?» – Marco asked.

«Imagine a man who is able to give you enormous wealth, so he can take it from you. In order to enjoy the grace of this wealth you must observe certain rules that this person has established. Also, me and all the Electors gifted with strong energy. I am a sincere believer. Only a person, who is given from God to help other people, is aware of how great this gift is. As a true believer, of course, I pray to the Lord. In prayers to God I use to thou. If I thou the Lord, how couldn’t I thou other people and raise them above the Lord or how can I demand this from others and thus raise me above the name of the Lord? This is the reason, because He, who gave me this gift, can take it away. Also, if a person gives someone wealth – he can ask him to return it.»

«Miki, we now understand everything. We will try to observe this by all means, – Marco confirmed. I wanted to ask if there is a possibility of installing cameras that will record all our conversations – then it will be easier for us to make a complete story.»

«You can, but they should not be aimed at the massage bed – I would not want to disturb the privacy of patients,» – Miki said patting Zoran and allowing him to stand up. Now tell me, did you like the massage?» – He asked Zoran.

Bending his fingers Zoran said excitedly:

«Firstly – I am obliged to apologize even with all possible apologies that exist in this world, because I was really skeptical and distrustful. Although, we’ve come here for different purpose. We found out that your grandfather was clairvoyant. I saw it was passed on  to you, because at once I felt my negative attitude while Tanya was always on  your side. Secondly – I was treated by many physiotherapists and bioenergetics. None of the bioenergetics has ever touched me, because in this way the merging of our energies took place. For the first time in my life I’ve felt such things— the hands were warm throughout all massage. With every touch of your hands I felt as more