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Taxi driver clairvoyant

I have always disliked my appearance. It seemed to me that I was the most - the most ugly girl in the universe. Many people told me that this was not true, but I did not believe it. I hated mirrors. Even in cars! I avoided any mirrors and reflective objects.

I was twenty-two, but I didn't date anyone. Guys and men ran away from me the way I ran from my own appearance. I decided to go to Kiev to get distracted and unwind. I bought a train ticket and went. I looked out the window, listened to pleasant music ... I don’t know what exactly I expected from this trip. But my heart longed for this city. This one, not the other!

Time on the road went by quickly. I was very sorry that I did not have time to enjoy the road as it should. And I didn’t manage to take a picture, as the train raced unbearably fast. Nobody was waiting for me at the station. I even envied those whom I met.

I stood for three seconds at the station and headed to the taxi rank to get to the hotel where I had booked in advance. I got into a taxi and heard: “are you that girl who is not sure about her appearance, and who still does not have a half?”. I was surprised, but answered positively. Now I am married to this man.

And how he knows all this about me is still a secret.

The most mystical stories

Pray, or Stories of Miraculous Salvation

I am orphaned in early childhood. One old woman took pity on me and taught me to read the amulet prayer, and said at the same time:
- Do not be lazy. Legs out of bed - and read. The tongue won't fall off. But you will always be protected from trouble.
I have always done so. Now let me tell you about two unusual cases from your life.

Inner voice. Story one

In my early youth I swam in the Amur. Nearby, a steamboat pulled a barge upstream. I did not know that the barge, which has a rounded bottom at the bottom, draws under itself when moving, and swam close to it. I felt myself being pulled under the bottom of the ship. An inner voice said, "Dive in." I took a deep breath and dived in. He endured as much as he could. I surfaced - the barge was fifteen meters away from me. If not inner voice- would drown.

Inner voice. Story two

And the second case. The area in which I live is replete with stone deposits (something like limestone). Cellars have been built here from time immemorial from this stone. The stones were tightly fitted to each other, no cementing mortar was used. To dismantle such a basement, you need to dig a large layer of earth from above. And experienced craftsmen do so. From the inside of the basement, they break out the back wall, and then, retreating to the exit, they gradually, by a meter, bring down the vault. When I needed to tear down the basement, I did just that. I broke the back wall, and then someone called me:
- Gregory!

I got out of the basement - no one is there. He stood and looked around - no one was there. Weird. I distinctly heard that I was called. I stand at a loss, even some kind of timidity took over. And then there was a roar. The entire vault of the basement collapsed. Stay inside - perish! After that, decide whether to believe or not to believe in otherworldly forces ...

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Once at Christmas, the girls were guessing

This story took place on the eve of the brightest holiday of the year - Christmas! And you can't call it anything other than a miracle. I was 19 years old and at that time I was going through a personal tragedy, my boyfriend left me very cruelly, he went to his best friend.

The mood was not festive at all. I took a bottle of semi-sweet and alone, sitting in the kitchen, I began to sob about my bitter fate.

Then the doorbell rang, it was my girlfriends who came to visit me to share my grief with me, well, and a bottle of wine, of course.

Having drunk a little, someone offered to tell fortunes on the betrothed. Everyone laughed together, but agreed.

Having written the names of the men on pieces of paper, they took them out of the makeshift bag one by one. I came across the name "Andrey". At that time, of Andreev's acquaintances, I had only a cousin, and I was skeptical about such fortune-telling.

Suddenly, one of her friends suggested that we continue the fun on the street, and the whole crowd of us went in search of adventure. In continuation Christmas divination, began to run up to passers-by and ask for a name. And what do you think? "My" passer-by was called Andrey. It was getting more interesting.

That same evening, in the park, I met my future husband ... no, not Andrey! His name was Artyom and I safely forgot about all these fortune-telling.

5 years have passed and on Christmas Eve, my husband and I sat and talked about the baptism of children. Artem suggested that we give our daughter a middle name at baptism. To my dumb question, he replied that he himself was given two names, the first Artem, and the second ANDREY!

When I remember the story of five years ago, goosebumps ran through my body. And how can you not believe in the Christmas miracle?!

This story happened back in 1978. I studied then in the 5th grade and was a very little girl. My mother worked as a teacher, and my father was an employee of the prosecutor's office. He never talked about his work. In the morning he put on a uniform and went to work, and in the evening he returned home. Sometimes he came gloomy and ...

Dead man's portrait

Who among us does not know the well-respected American portrait painter Girard Haley. He acquired his world fame thanks to the brilliantly executed image of the head of Christ. But this work was written by him at the end of the 30s, and in 1928 few people knew about Girard, although even then the skill of this person was highly valued ...

slipped out of the loop

It was a cold February 1895. It was old good time when rapists and murderers were hanged in front of people, and not given ridiculous terms of imprisonment, mocking morality and morality. A certain John Lee did not escape a similar fair fate. An English court sentenced him to death penalty through hanging, putting ...

Returned from the grave

In 1864, Max Hoffmann was five years old. About a month after his birthday, the boy fell seriously ill. A doctor was invited to the house, but he could not say anything comforting to his parents. In his opinion, there was no hope for recovery. The illness lasted only three days and confirmed the doctor's diagnosis. The child has died. Little body...

The dead daughter helped her mother

Dr. S. Weir Mitchell was regarded as one of the most respected and distinguished members of his profession. During his long career as a physician, he served both as president of the American Physicians Association and as chairman of the American Neurological Society. He owed this to his knowledge and professional integrity...

Two missed hours

This terrible incident happened on September 19, 1961. Betty Hill and her husband Barney were vacationing in Canada. It was drawing to a close, and unresolved urgent matters were waiting at home. In order not to waste time, the couple decided to leave in the evening and spend the whole night on the trip. In the morning they were supposed to get to their native Portsmouth in New Hampshire ...

Saint healed sister

I learned this story from my mother. At that time, I was not yet in the world, and my older sister had just turned 7 months old. For the first six months she was healthy child but then became seriously ill. Every day she had severe convulsions. The girl's limbs twisted and foam came out of her mouth. My family lived...

So destined by fate

In April 2002, I experienced terrible grief. My 15-year-old son died tragically. I gave birth to him in 1987. The birth was very difficult. When it was all over, I was put in a single room. The door to it was open, and a light was on in the corridor. I still can’t understand if I was sleeping or not yet recovered from the difficult procedure ...

The return of the icon

This amazing story our dacha neighbor Irina Valentinovna told us three years ago. In 1996, she changed her place of residence. Books, which she had a lot, the woman packed in boxes. In one of them she casually stuffed a very old icon Mother of God. We got married with this icon back in 1916…

Do not bring the urn with the ashes of the deceased into the house

It just so happened that when I reached the age of 40, I never buried any of my relatives. All of them were long-lived. But at the age of 94, my grandmother died. We gathered for a family council and decided to bury her remains next to her husband's grave. He died half a century ago, and was buried in the old city cemetery, where ...

death room

Do you know what a death room is? Not! Then I will tell you about it. Get comfortable and read. Maybe this will lead you to some specific thoughts and keep you from rash acts. Morton loved music, art, did charity work, respected the law and honored justice. Of course, he fed the most...

Ghost from the mirror

I've always been interested different stories associated with supernatural events. I liked to think about the afterlife, about otherworldly entities that live in it. I really wanted to call the souls of long dead people and communicate with them. Once I came across a book on spiritualism. I read it on one...

Mysterious Savior

It happened during the war in the difficult and hungry year of 1942 with my mother. She worked in a pharmacy at the hospital and was considered an assistant pharmacist. Rats were constantly poisoned in the premises. To do this, they scattered pieces of bread sprinkled with arsenic. The food ration was a little meager, and my mother could not stand it one day. She raised...

Help from the dead

It happened quite recently, in the spring of 2006. My close friend's husband got drunk heavily. This upset her greatly, and she kept wondering what the damned thing to do with him. I sincerely wanted to help and remembered that in such cases it is very effective tool is a cemetery. You need to take a bottle of vodka that you kept ...

Treasure found orphans

My grandfather Svyatoslav Nikolaevich was a representative of the ancient noble family. In 1918, when the revolution was raging in the country, he took his wife Sashenka and left family estate under Moscow. He and his wife went away to Siberia. At first he fought against the Reds, and then, when they won, he settled in a deaf ...

Angel under the bridge

hoppy soil

The spacecraft roared its engines with a strained roar and smoothly descended to Earth. Captain Frimp opened the hatch and stepped out. Sensors showed a high oxygen content in the atmosphere, so the alien took off his suit, took a deep breath of air and looked around. Sands stretched all around the ship to the horizon. In the sky slowly...

Besieged in their own home

This story is genuine. It took place on August 21, 1955 in the US state of Kentucky at the Sutton farm after 19:00 local time. Witnessing the terrible mysterious incident became eight adults and three children. This event made a lot of noise and instilled horror, fear and confusion in the souls of people. But everything is in order ...

Mystic stories from life, which are very difficult to explain in terms of logic.

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I want to dedicate my confession to a man under the well-known, or almost everyone, nickname "Stranger". I will try to tell in detail what prompted me to write my story.

More than six months ago, when quarrels began with my husband, trying to find answers to my problems on the Internet, I accidentally found the Confession website. Reading the comments, I saw the Stranger, not so much his mysterious avatar, but his statements, his points of view at some point came into contact with mine, touching the soul. I'm not talking about love, I love one man in my life, it's something spiritual to some extent or at the level of energy coming from a person.

I will not say that I consider myself one of his admirers, since my attitude towards him is still twofold: I understood some of his statements, and sometimes resented others, but I learned from many of his views on life for myself. Has my personal life improved? It's not perfect yet, but it probably won't be. A stranger, like a kindred spirit, not seeing his face, appearance, not knowing his age, just from his very presence on the site, even the site lives, in my opinion, a different life (women are fascinated, men argue for interruption). His comments are read by a special voice inside me. And for all the time on the site, I could no longer feel what you feel when the Stranger commented.

This story happened to my father. It was several years ago. My parents have a dacha in the Krasnokutsky district of the Kharkov region. My father loves to roam the forest and knows it well. The forest where he walks, not far from the cottage, is pine.

So, he says that he somehow walked through the forest, and where he had often been before. And now he sees that he is walking not along the pine, but along oak forest! He also saw a pond there, which he had never seen in those places, but he knew for sure that there was no pond there. He was frightened, began to look for a way out, guided, as he said, by the sun. After some time, he again found himself in a pine forest.

I sometimes have prophetic dreams. Some of them are about how and who takes someone from relatives or friends to the next world.

I had a very strange and memorable dream about my mother-in-law. As if the mother-in-law is lying on something, and a beautiful young woman is bending over her and scolding her for something, pointing at me. I woke up and began to analyze. I remembered another dream related to my mother-in-law. I dreamed of some kind of pit or grave, earth, and my mother-in-law buried my photograph. I thought, maybe that young beautiful woman scolded her for this act?

This story happened literally tonight, and since then I have been looking at my cat with different eyes. In some ways, it even resembles a horror movie.

Actually the point is this. At night I had a nightmare, and with the participation of this cat, by the way. Of course, there is nothing unusual in this, everyone has nightmares sometimes. And, in general, the nightmare, as it usually happens, reaches its climax and I woke up in the middle of the night and I hear that purring at my feet! That is, as if he was enjoying the fact that I had a nightmare. In general, a cat never purrs so easily, only if you stroke it or take it in your arms, and so that you just lie and purr, this never happens.

I have a serious problem. I absolutely do not know how to control my thoughts, or rather, these are not even thoughts, but obsessions. Moreover, my favorite places and things can be associated with negative thoughts.

For example, I look at some place and immediately before my eyes some kind of terrible picture (as if something bad is happening in this place). And it begins to seem to me that this place is now connected with what I imagined. I really don't want this place to be associated with something bad now, but diametrically opposite sentences come to mind, like "I really want this to be like this."

I am 27 years old, I have two daughters, my husband, thank God, I have a place to live and what to do, but there is one “but”.

I grew up in a large and very poor family. We have five parents, I'm middle. I did not go to kindergarten, but I studied very well at school. Then college, university and family.

My paternal grandmother was kind of like a good man, but few people talked to her, everyone was afraid of her and considered her a witch (and a black one). Even my mother and father himself somehow shunned her. When my grandmother fell ill (she was 75 years old), her parents had to take her to their place, and I had to help, take care of her, and I even made friends with her. She died 6 months later and that's where it all started.

My name is Rita. I am 29. I am disabled since birth, no feet, but I walk perfectly.

It all started with the fact that on the 17th they gave me my first mobile phone. I was somehow bored, and I challenged all my contacts on the phone, forgetting that there was also someone else's number (a neighbor often called her brother and therefore saved the number).

SMS came: "Sister, I'm busy." I apologized and wrote that I accidentally word for word and so we corresponded for three days. Then he called. We talked for days on end, while we had no idea who looked like, and when I found out that he had a girlfriend, I didn’t care anymore. I fell in love without seeing a guy!

For centuries, practicing astrologers were predominantly male. However, today a lot is changing: in terms of intellect, spiritual potential, ambitions and real opportunities modern women they are in no way inferior to the stronger sex, and innate sensitivity and intuition become an additional advantage for girls who dream of learning more about astrological knowledge.

I'll tell you my real story from life about how to guess correctly on the night before Christmas. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I just remembered how two years ago I decided to tell fortunes about love and marriage. My friend Lera, who has been married for five years, pushed me to this. I never believed in dreams, divination and various predictions until I checked everything on myself.

I was 27 years old, and age already made me think about the future, about family and children. Lera persuaded me, said that she would give her wedding ring, since it is necessary for divination to know exactly the ring of the woman whose marriage is considered happy. Girlfriend got married Great love, her husband idolizes her, so she decided that her wedding ring is suitable for such a ritual. I was very nervous, I waited until everyone went to bed, and at midnight I began to do everything as Lera said.

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When I was little, I was a very lively and restless child. Everything was interesting to me. If my mother told me not to go somewhere or not to do something, it sounded to me like: “There is something very interesting there!” and "If you don't, you'll miss out on all the fun!"

me, like most children in our country, parents sent them to the village for three months in the summer. Every time we went there, I resisted as much as I could, not wanting to go to my grandparents, and when they took me back, I resisted again with all my might, not wanting to return to the city and to school.

She can appear in any city. It is very difficult to distinguish her from others. But woe to those who, out of carelessness or ignorance, sit in it. The damn minibus does not belong to our world and can lead to places where none of us has a place...

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From Yesterday, 11:35

One night at 3am outside my bedroom window (which is on the second floor) there were flashing lights and a smell of incense. I was scared, so I woke up my mom (who is the most skeptical person ever) and asked her to watch while I closed the windows. At first she grumbled about having to wake up because of this, but then she stopped talking when she entered my room. I closed the windows, then we both went to bed.

The next day, I felt pretty stupid when I let my imagination get the better of me, so when I saw my mom, I said, "Hi mom, I'm sorry about last night." She replied: "It's okay, I saw it too."

When a person feels bad, he looks for a way out. When a person feels very bad, but there is no way out, he will look for the most absurd ways out. He clings to every straw that can fix his life a little. And if it's bad for everyone around? Only a few are satisfied with their lives, the rest have massive depression. What then? Then dishonorable people can make good money by holding out the illusion of such a straw to others.

In the mid-nineties, a financial crisis, rampant crime and a sense of hopelessness set in in several countries. There have always been scammers. Now they are more active on the Internet on bulletin boards, but then they loved mysticism more. People went to various fortune-tellers, magicians, etc. I want to tell you about the most stupid (in my opinion) way of making money on mysticism. It is very strange that someone came across him, it is strange now, but maybe for someone it was that straw.

There were people at the market, on trains, and even in many organizations who were selling... Words. Yes, it sounds ridiculous, but they were really selling words. They claimed that these unusual words, knowing them, you can solve any problem and make others obey you.