Василий Ласовский 19+ SE

The question arises: why did I choose the Warrior's Path then? I couldn't have done otherwise. It was a challenge, and I accepted it. I had nothing holding me back in the everyday life; I was young and had no particular interests, I had no active relationships with women, and I never had any friends.

I was quite prepared for such a turn in my life.

How did my life change? You could say it like this: "I started working on myself, eliminating my shortcomings and developing the opportunities that opened up." But that would be a lie. Rather, I was trying to survive in the changed world that opened up to me, and simultaneously trying to understand what I really was.

Did I have a choice then? I don't think so, as this was my typical behavior. I behaved exactly as I had in other episodes of my life, and in this sense, my personality hasn't changed at all. Incidentally, that's precisely why I never doubted my choice and, of course, I don't regret anything.

During the first months of this journey, at the end of the summer of 1996, I went to St. Petersburg and picked up my things that remained there. Curiously, there I accidentally met two young girls, both about 17 years old, and they told me a strange story: that a young man they knew was a ‘powerful black magician’ because he constantly ‘enchanted’ the most beautiful girls and ‘had fun with them.’ His father, when he once entered his room, saw him ‘hovering in the air’ above his bed. But this magician will not get them (these two girls), because they would fight for their freedom. I had never met anyone with any connection to magic before.

I went to the village where my grandfather lived and slept in one of our houses for a few nights. Every night, the Allies gathered around me and active did somewhat.

I believe the Spirit's task was to convince me that I was, as it were, a ‘continuer of the traditions,’ as written in Castaneda's books. At the very beginning of my journey, I had interacted with rather large entities that resembled humans, and I even believed them to be human. Of course, I pressed them for answers, and somewhat reluctantly, they confirmed that they were "the magician's party, sent to take me for training." Naturally, I didn't believe them and demanded a personal meeting. They arranged a meeting for me in Kiev; like a fool, I immediately went there. At the train station, I was met by a poor minor Ally, and at that moment I realized I had been cruelly deceived. And that there was no such thing as a ‘magician's party.’

But about two weeks had already passed, and I'd seen too much. By then, I could already stop my heart and see the world around me tremble. And I have already seen a lot of other things.

What did the Allies do? They poured a terrifying amount of a peculiar substance onto my energy body, smelling like ‘burnt wheat.’ My internal energy ignited, and perhaps as a result of this exposure, the outer shell of my energy ‘cracked,’ and the excited emanations began to explore the suddenly revealed world around them.

This event fits perfectly with the line from Nostradamus’s prophecy (original or fake one):

"And the dark angel will strike the Vault of Holiness."

Since the Allies are precisely the ‘dark angels,’ and the Soul is, naturally, the ‘repository of holiness.’

I had no particular reaction to this event; I simply observed the emanations being sent out through the breaches in my energy body. There was no regret or panic, as if I knew this was how it was meant to be, it wasn't scary, I just had to get through it.

Many years later I saw similar emanations excited by the opening of ‘freedom;’ it was a man who had died several hours ago.

Several years later, the Allies explained their behavior to me by saying that they had "a prophecy that I was supposed to die," and their behavior was in line with their ‘standard,’ which is what they usually do if there is an opportunity to profit.

Communication with the Allies is described in the corresponding (dangerous!) chapter.

Early on in my journey, I was convinced that my main work would begin after I turned 40, and for now, I was a sort of intern and could do whatever I wanted. However, when I asked myself what I wanted to do, I wasn't interested in either developing in the everyday world or practicing magic. I was only interested in ‘walking my path.’

Next comes a short period of influence on people and a long period of dreams.

Impact on people

I accidentally noticed that I could influence the people around me. One day, I was standing in line for fruit, and my gaze lingered on the saleswoman. I noticed that under my gaze, she began to move more slowly and, to some extent, ‘aligned’ with my gaze. Women were especially susceptible to external influence, which is probably why they were so easily ‘corrupted.’

A typical example of influence: I was travelling by train in a open‑plan sleeping carriage, on the upper berth, and opposite me, on the second side berth, there was a girl. Two guys on the lower berth were drinking alcohol and trying to ‘show interest in her.’ She rejected their advances and settled into her upper berth, preparing to sleep. Without closing my eyes, I entered my illusory ‘subtle’ plane, ‘climbed’ onto her berth, and ‘stuck my hand in her vagina.’ Of course, in reality, I wasn't actually climbing anywhere, and all this happened, as they call it in this century, contactlessly and ‘energetically.’ A few seconds after the influence, the girl had already descended to the half-drunk guys and started flirting with them. A couple of hours later, I had to send them all back to their berths, as they were keeping me awake.

In order to cause minimal harm to a person, I always influenced a new one, almost never influenced a person again, did not set specific goals, and influenced only the emotions of the Soul.

I quickly realized that emotional influence on the Soul is completely meaningless without influencing the Mind and Will, and I wouldn't influence them on moral principles, as for me, freedom of will and choice are the most important imperative of human behavior. In modern people, the Soul plays an insignificant role; it's practically atrophied; a single impact on it quickly wears off, hopefully without consequences.

After two years, I stopped these interventions (research), because I realized the complete senselessness of this behavior, and I did not want to waste my time and energy any longer.

This period can be called "my seduction by magic," and since I no longer engaged in such nonsense, it can be considered that the magic didn't hurt me too much.

Dreams

My dreaming period lasted over 15 years. It was a joyful time, but I won't describe it, as these are 100% my personal, subjective impressions. I imagine there are dozens of authors who would be happy to share their illusions with you.

I would suggest that dreams are common to all people, especially those who are not fully realized in the everyday world and therefore have excess energy. The scientific notion that "the human psyche creates imaginary images" is, of course, very close to the truth. Everything we see in dreams is created by our subconscious and exists only during sleep.

I followed the advice in the books and destroyed all the objects I saw in my dreams. There were many dreams where I'd already destroyed all the objects, and a huge wave would wash over me. Then I'd swim through it, and sometimes I'd manage to emerge, absorbing my dream and finding myself outside it, in my room, next to my bed.

Years have passed, the negative influence of the Allies has taken its toll, and as a result, I now hardly dream. Perhaps in the future I will be able to somehow rectify this situation.

Trips

Between 1996 and 1998, I traveled several thousand kilometers across the former USSR. I didn't know why. Perhaps I was trying to understand something about myself.

A typical incident occurred during my first trip to Sochi in the late autumn of 1996. Late in the evening, I was sleeping on the slope of a hill, then got up and walked toward the nearest highway, and I had the thought that I needed to take something from this world. When I later analyzed this incident, I realized that I had woken up part of the way, and that at first 50 meters I had been dreamwalking, and the world around me was slightly different from normal.

"Framing me"

The bad situation in which the Spirit put me, or in essence "framing me," occurred at the end of 1999 – beginning of 2000.

At the end of September 1999, I met a woman smoking in the train vestibule. We introduced ourselves; her name was Anna. I somehow liked her, even though I don't like smokers. We got to talking, and she unexpectedly told me that when she looked in the mirror, she sometimes had suicidal thoughts. She was also an actress, and I had some acting experience, and I singled out actresses among people. For some reason, I decided to help her. She was divorced, 10 years older than me, and had a child.

We lived in her apartment for several months, had a romantic relationship, and on November 3, 1999 we were officially married. Then, just a few months later, in March 2000, she voluntarily committed herself to a mental health facility. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was a very independent, strong-willed person, and I couldn't influence her decision. She considered me a boy and completely disregarded my opinion.

She spent a couple of months there, returned home, and I left her alone for a few hours, where she ingested household chemicals. She lived for a few more days, was conscious in the hospital, and, of course, testified that she left of her own free will.

When she was dying in agony, she asked me not to forget her (remember her).

This situation was a serious shock for me and made me realize that even close and long-term involvement in the fate of another person cannot save him and that, in essence, I have no talent for saving people.

Many years later, I remembered Marina Tsvetaeva’s poem Don Juan (1917), it was one of the verses that appeared in Nikolay Studnev’s film Mona Lisa, which changed my entire life, and which I subsequently often recalled during my student years:

(link in Russian)

https://www.culture.ru/poems/35935/don-zhuan

"And Don Juan had a sword,

And Don Juan had Donna Anna.

That's all people told me

About the beautiful, about the unfortunate Don Juan.

But today I was smart:

Exactly at midnight I went out onto the road,

Someone was walking in step with me,

Calling names.

And a strange staff gleamed white in the fog...

—Don Juan didn’t have a Donna Anna!"

Carlos Castaneda’s first book is called, "The teachings of Don Juan, a Yaqui way of knowledge."

What's important to me isn't the name itself, I understand perfectly well that it's the most common (like the name John in England), but that the poem connects three objects: Don Juan, Donna Anna, and... What was the third object?

As a child, I had one thing that, believe me, practically no other boy in our town had, and of which I was incredibly proud. Surely you've already guessed? No, it wasn't a sword (epee), just a sport rapier. A rapier differs from a 16th-century epee in that it doesn't cut and thrust like a Don Juan era sword or sabre, but rather thrusts. It was a real metal rapier for adults. For some reason, they sold it to me at a sporting goods store. I still remember dragging it home down the street at age eight. Can you imagine a little boy without an adult's supervision being sold a rapier that was almost as tall as him (it reached from the floor to my chin)?

… So now I am walking in step with you and calling names.

Over the course of several years (from 1996 to 2002), almost all of my close relatives died, leaving only my mother. The reasons varied: accidents, poor health. My mother turned out to be the strongest, and perhaps that's why Fate spared her.

Of course, I never had any friends, and almost all my relatives are gone. However, Allies appeared…

Allies

This is a dangerous chapter. If you don't know who the Allies are, don't read it under any circumstances! This chapter is dedicated to the memory of all their victims. If you do read it, and they eat your Soul (and they can!), then claims against me will not be accepted.

<<< !!! The beginning of a DANGEROUS chapter !!! >>>

I'll start from the end. The best way to communicate with the Allies is to ignore them completely. And in fact, this is the most important useful experience that I have learned by communicating with them around the clock for more than twenty years.

Allies have all the information that is or was previously in your head. It is they who come to you at a spiritualistic session or during any act of black magic, it is they who take the form you need—for example, your deceased relative, and say those phrases that sit deep in your memory and are identical to this person. They're essentially fooling you, but they're doing it damn well!

Allies rely on the information a person possesses, and if a person has information about their behavior, it can only make things worse for him (for her), as they will take this into account in their actions. This is reminiscent of viruses that mutate and are no longer affected by previously administered drugs.

In other words, if someone comes across them by chance and knows nothing about them, he will be at an advantage compared to a person who knows a lot about them but does not know how to work with them.

Well, have you changed your mind about reading further yet?

In general, the Allies are creatures that ‘possibly exist.’ In terms of intelligence, they are mostly similar to undeveloped animals, but there are also intellectuals and even ‘artists,’ just as domestic dogs can also be quite intelligent.

Their appearance depends on your preferences. The weakest will take on a form that you're supposed to like or fear, while the stronger ones have already formed a certain three-dimensional energetic form and will approach you in the form of strange spiders, wasps, cats, and other animals. Human Allies will be discussed later.

What do the Allies do? They draw away a portion of your Soul, draining your vital energy, then filling the vacated space with their emanations and, at the right moment, projecting their thoughts onto it. And since they've already thoroughly studied all your habits and memories, having spent years preparing, you won't even notice when a foreign thought is inserted into your thought pattern.

In this way, they attempt to manipulate their victims, leaving the unfortunate subject with two options: either follow these thoughts and become their pet, or fight the thoughts they inspire. But in this case, the person struggles with himself, as these thoughts are supposedly being generated by a part of his Soul!

It's extremely dangerous to reject even a piece of your Soul. Deprived of integrity, it begins to rapidly disintegrate. In psychiatry, this process is called schizophrenic disorder. The Allies, however, by bringing the victim's discarded piece of Soul even closer to themselves, will feel like winners.

In my case, I always felt the moment when, due to my oversight or poor health, the Allies began to pull away part of the Soul, fill it with their emanations (I simply call them ‘garbage’), and I was already preparing for the fight.

I'm lucky that my Soul has a large mass and that I've essentially spent my entire life doing what interests to me. Of course, I simply ignore unwanted thoughts that have an external source. This is easy to sense, because when an ordinary thought arises, there are no energetic vibrations at a distance from my Soul. If they are present, it means there's a minor Ally there, wasting their precious energy on this foolish undertaking.

And, of course, it's important that I'm the kind of person whose mind is very simple and unpretentious, whose thoughts are straightforward and uncomplicated, and so few in number that I consider myself stupid and narrow-minded. Thoughts and feelings play an extremely insignificant role in my life. As I wrote earlier, for me, it's not my thoughts that determine my actions, but my subconscious instincts.

There's a misconception that if you compress an Ally, they'll lose some of their power and you'll ‘defeat’ them. This only applies to very weak Allies. Many of the Allies I've encountered simply grinned and grunted when I tried to compress them. They didn't shrink at all! And yet, they were deeply offended by my unceremonious behavior. I suspect they were from the far reaches of space, where energy has a different nature and properties.

Many Allies are very dangerous. I had cats with thick tails and wasps; they were quite serious ‘creatures.’ The more peaceful ones resembled spiders and fish, for example.

Most Allies have a very dull psychology. It's based on the principle of ‘rob and run,’ and apparently that's why animal images are closest to their true nature. Of course, I'm talking about the images you encounter when you emerge from your dream on your ‘subtle’ plane. Fortunately, most people never see them. Within the dream, however, you'll see any image you can imagine, since it's merely a projection of a ‘creature’ outside of you, perhaps already embedded in your Soul.

When I started my journey, new Allies arrived every day, dozens and hundreds of them, all shapes and sizes. They came to meet me, hoping I would choose them. Curiously, I was completely at ease with their company; I didn't experience any particular negative emotions toward them, rather, pleasant, sometimes even sensual and romantic experiences. But I was perfectly aware of who I was interacting with, and everything happened as if I knew it was meant to be.

When I didn't choose anyone, and they didn't suit me primarily because, in my view, they were weak and useless, the second stage of communication began—they started attacking. They attacked every day, every hour. I once calculated that there were up to 12 attacks a day. But this was, of course, a record; on a typical day, there were maybe five attacks. There were no days without attacks at all. And considering that an Ally usually needs some time to rest and recuperate after an attack, there were a lot of them involved; I estimate that up to 20–30 ‘creatures’ were active per day. They attacked in waves; when one group rested, the next team would join in.

I was a ‘tasty morsel’ for the Allies. Perhaps some peculiarity of mine, inherent in the energetic nature of black magicians and constantly attracting them like nectar, manifested itself. For some reason, they thought I was very weak, and that they were just about to ‘finish’ me. Perhaps this was how the black magicians tamed them and then used them for their own purposes. But I had no need for the Allies—unfortunately, I had no intention of using them. After a few years, they probably began to realize this, and now they're apparently fed up with me.

It's a common misconception that the Allies came to plunder in pursuit of strong emotions. Perhaps this is because humans themselves strive to experience as many strong and vivid emotions as possible. However, this is not true. The Allies are extremely averse to strong human emotions; they need a constant, gentle boost, nothing more.

There's also a theory that they devour your memories and your consciousness in general. I won't argue with that; I don't have any definitive data on that yet... Perhaps the Allies devoured this information? After 20 years, I still haven't figured out whether they feed on my memories or not. Perhaps my memories are too unpalatable for them. However, they do consume all the waste products of the Soul, that's absolutely certain. In doing so, they purify the Soul to a certain extent.

Operating under the Allies' sight, you can never be sure of anything. Any feeling or thought you have can work against you. For example, an Ally might suggest to you that another, smaller Ally has bitten into your ear. And you even see and feel the image of another Ally! You struggle to separate the Ally from your ear and throw it away—congratulations, you've just thrown away a piece of your energy! But what about the supposed image? The Ally, through sheer force of will, has drawn part of your energy, shaped it into the form of a smaller Ally, even slightly animated it, and then implanted the corresponding thought in you. The same applies to your desires to ‘take off clothes or shoes’ in a dream, or to go to the toilet. Allies also love to pretend to be dentists, surgeons, and even bathhouse workers.