Every second desire to touch sacrament of “work” by myself with a pendulum grew. I asked then professor:
– Is it possible for me to learn to do it like this: to ask questions, to receive answers, or it’s given only to the elite? With whom actually do you communicate?
And again, even from the person owning as it seemed to me, keys from all doors, I did not receive the exact answer with whom he communicates. Professor still considered that has access to certain to “an information field of Earth” and that there are all answers. But on a request to teach me – did not refuse. Professor showed me as it is necessary to hold a hand, and suggested me to feel, I will be able “to agree” with a pendulum or is not present. For this purpose he told: draw on paper a line on a vertical and sign this yes line, and across draw the line and sign it “no”, and after ask a simple question from the person, ask: “pendulum, I can receive information from you, is it authorized to me or not?” A reasonable train of thought I never lost, and it was very interesting to me: or at me it will turn out nothing, and I will simply agree that professor – the unique person, or that most likely will not occur, I somehow will feel this answer from a pendulum… Here goes.
I took in a hand a thread with a slice of the pointed metal, extended it, closed eyes and simply asked, mentally (addressing to a pendulum and trying not to laugh thus): “Pendulum, can I “work” with you?” – and in some moments felt that inside I have some changes. As if short, almost inaudible electric impulses ran at me from the head, through a shoulder, a hand, to a brush with the clamped thread, and the pendulum became slowly, but surely to shake just on the vertical line with the signature “yes”.
Both Alexander, and professor Butanovich very much were delighted, began to congratulate me on success, but I, of course, did not believe myself therefore it was decided to repeat experiment. I stopped a pendulum, again extended a hand, closed eyes and once again asked the question. This time impulses were even stronger, and the thread at once began to “draw” a vertical. My internal feelings were so unusual that I did not know at that moment: whether to rejoice to me, or it simply hypnosis and how to react to what happened to me and around me? Inspired with new feelings, I continued to ask questions and every hour of questions in me it became more increasing. What for force forces a hand to reject a pendulum? Whether there is in general this force? Whether it is possible to ask serious questions and whether it is possible to trust answers… of a pendulum?
Everything seemed right, in our business with Alexander everything went to “leave a shadow”, with the first result to declare ourselves and to prove to people around which did not believe in anything that it is possible to work at other level. One more talented Tomsk scientist, by last name Vetrov joined team of our adherents. As before, Alexander, being in contact with Vetrov and his ideas, charged to me to understand his development to apply them in future business. Among achievements of the scientist there was a creation of cars of new type on division of environs into fractions by a high-speed turbulence: so, it could drain and clear air, for example at the industrial enterprises, and also to drain gases, to divide liquid and gas-liquid mixes. He developed cars for heating of rooms without heating elements, by division of water on hot and cold, simply forcing it to pass through cunning twirled designs – as a result water got speed in hundreds of meters per second and changed the properties. It was new approach to work, environmentally friendly and very simple… The scientist showed me drawings of future installations for division of associated oil gas into pure gas and hydrocarbonic fractions, for clarification of sewage, for air conditioning… I simply “bathed” in all this novelty and in those opportunities which opened on the horizon…
But unexpectedly in this history the first very serious disappointment came… A dirty trick which I didn’t expected. During a meeting with the Tomsk scientist at us the dinner took place, and on a table there was a lot of alcohol. A toast behind a toast – and through short time I saw “partner” of Alexander in such terrible state in which did not expect never to see. I also did not assume that the person is capable to drink very much and to turn from “idea man” into a beast… In every way I tried to help Alexander to finish a dinner and I will meet this without incident. As I don’t take alcohol, to look at that, in what Alexander turned, to me was very difficult. Yes… The moment which I cannot forget. Never before I saw that people so changed, on 180 degrees, turning into the complete antithesis. Before me there was an angry, using foul language, furious, aggressive-minded person menacing to kill all including me if I do not execute his desire and I “will not get” still binge…
In this state I had to get Alexander from Tomsk back home and of that only I have not heard plenty both about myself, and about all people around… He pulled out a wheel at the driver, threatened to throw out everyone from the car… I was on the verge – was ready to leave the car myself in the middle of the route if only not to see and to hear all this. But at the same time I understood that I cannot leave Alexander, even in such state. I entirely depended now on it, and to break off the relations now, halfway having given up the begun business, it was impossible. Having courageously delivered, at night, Alexander home, at parting I heard that I can go away because I don’t obey him…
Dead of night. I approach my house. On the one hand I didn’t care about that. But in the same time, in me the feeling of misunderstanding boiled. How can it be? You do to the person so much good, you give yourself in work and in thoughts, you are put for 100%, and here so, in a flash, everything will end? Because of what? Because of alcohol??! And Alexander? Into whom he dared to turn? I wanted to shout and cry… As there are a lot of disagreements in the head. …After all it is strange, I remembered, Alexander constantly said that he is the believing person and goes to church, and it helps us. Though I with mistrust treated church traditions and ceremonies, but time it helps Alexander, I too often went with it to service, even held a post to be near, be “on one wave”… And now suddenly from this wave you hit the earth, painfully… Where is justice?