Brownie. Russia

In 1991, I visited Ufa for the first time. The First Ufa zonal ufological conference was held there, and I, a Muscovite, was invited to make a report at it.

On the second day of the conference, a chance brought me together with a native of Ufa Lyudmila Kuznetsova, a middle-aged woman. We met in the evening at a grocery store in a queue for boiled sausage. Suffering from boredom and this long, spiraling queue, I absentmindedly listened to what the people standing along the store counter next to me were talking about. The conversation of the two women, the word "brownie" that flashed twice in it, brought me out of a state of languid prostration in the blink of an eye, and I, without hesitation, got into their conversation.

What one of them, Kuznetsova, told me seemed so curious that I decided to include her message in the book that you are reading now. The message is remarkable for this: in it, as in a mirror, the main signs, the most characteristic features of the stories about "brownies who treat" were reflected. And there are a lot of such stories accumulated in my personal archive. Lyudmila Kuznetsova's case is one of them, ideally average, typical.

In January 1990, Kuznetsova caught a bad cold. The suffocating cough stopped tearing her bronchi only a month later, but the general malaise still did not go away.

- It was especially bad with the head, - says Kuznetsova. - Shooting pains in the back of the head and in the left temple were continuously tormented. The teeth on the left side and the left ear hurt a lot.

In the middle of March, Lyudmila woke up one morning, all broken, sleepless, with a throbbing pain in her jaw, in her ear, in the back of her head. With difficulty she opened her eyes and looked around the room with a dull, sick look.

The first glimmer of dawn could be guessed outside the window.

Near the bed, Lyudmila saw her husband standing silently in the predawn twilight. His gaze was directed somewhere over Kuznetsova's head - at the wall.

The woman was puzzled by this strange thoughtful gaze into nowhere, usually not peculiar to her husband. Suddenly she realized that she could clearly hear the sleepy calm breathing of her husband sleeping on the couch in the next room. Lyudmila listened thoughtfully. No, she wasn't imagining it. Through the half-open door came from that room the measured male snuffling, so familiar to her.

But if not the husband, then who, incredibly similar to him, was standing in this case this minute near Lyudmila's bed?!

The silence that reigned in the house was broken by a heart-rending cat squeal:

- Meow!

The cat, who was dozing on top of the blanket at the foot of the bed, jumped up, arching his back. His fur stood on end. Looking straight at the male figure hanging in the middle of the room, the cat once again let out his heart-rending "Meow!" and jumped off the bed to the floor with a swift leap. He landed a step away from that mysterious figure and, without pausing for a moment, rounded her, hissing, in a wide arc, rushed out of the room.

- At that moment I blinked, - says Lyudmila Kuznetsova. – And suddenly I see - the "husband", who had just been standing in front of me, disappeared. There was a man, and there is no man. Disappeared somewhere. And in the place where he loomed, two huge almond-shaped eyes appeared, like two lanterns suspended in the air on something incomprehensible. I could clearly see the blood-red pupils and the misty pinkish iris around them. The eyes were glowing. I was scared. My tongue and vocal cords refused to obey me. Numbness spread all over my body.

The blood-red, glowing eyes hung motionless in the air for a few seconds, and then, to the horror of the woman, they began to move. On a gentle curve, they dropped sharply and flew to the head of the bed, on which Lyudmila Kuznetsova was lying, sweating with fear, completely immobilized, covered, apparently, by a powerful contact field.

- The eyes froze like two giant fireflies, about 30 centimeters from my face, - says Lyudmila. - They stared at me, the pupils in them did not move. And then, trying to somehow explain to myself what was happening, I remembered my grandmother's stories about the brownie. When I was a little girl, my grandmother entertained me with stories about someone she called a "neighbor." According to her, the "neighbor" had burning eyes. My grandmother assured me in the most serious way that a brownie, a "neighbor", is a real being, only he does not live in every house. If a "neighbor" comes to visit you, granddaughter, grandmother said, you ask him: "For good? Or for the worse? He will certainly answer. And you, my dear, will know whether great joys are waiting for you in the near future or, on the contrary, big troubles…

The tongue in Lyudmila's mouth did not move. The language was sealed with what I conventionally call a contact field. An intelligent woman, Kuznetsova took into account this circumstance and tried to enter into telepathic contact with the "neighbor". I asked about myself, I asked mentally:

- For good? Or for the worse?

And she heard in response a low male voice, muffled, distant, as if coming from behind a wall or from a basement:

- For the worse.

Lyudmila, though still gripped by fear, was genuinely indignant.

- What kind of disgrace is this! she cried again in her mind. – How dare you say "For the worse"? I'm already sick from head to toe. For the third month in a row, I'm suffering from wild pains, I don't want to live at all anymore. And you, "neighbor", promise that it will be even worse, they say. Yes, it's worse! - And Lyudmila began to cry: - There is no worse, "neighbor".

As soon as she finished her mental dialogue to the end, her eyes moved again. They flew slightly, then moved forward and hovered over Lyudmila's head, lying on her side on the bed.

- I emphasize, I saw only the eyes, - Lyudmila said, remembering. –They belonged to the invisible man. But when those huge eyes loomed over me, I clearly felt the breath of a "neighbor" on the back of my head. A warm, even very warm stream of air began to periodically blow over the back of my head - directly in the place where there were shooting pains.

The "neighbor" was breathing steadily, continuing to drill the woman with a fiery gaze.

Two or three minutes passed.

Lyudmila felt that she was beginning to suffocate. Her heartbeat increased sharply, and the back of her head, heated by the hot sighs of the "neighbor", was already burning as if a red-hot iron had been applied to it.

Unable to endure further, Kuznetsova said mentally:

- Well, okay. It's hard for me. Go with God.

The breath of the "neighbor" immediately stopped, and his burning eyes, hanging closely over the face of the woman sprawled on the bed, disappeared.

After about half an hour, Lyudmila, hiding under the blanket like a mouse, gathered her courage and finally decided to get out of bed. Groaning, she got out from under the covers, swung her legs to the floor and suddenly realized that the pain that had been continuously hammering at the back of her head for two long months, like a jackhammer, had completely disappeared somewhere.

But the pain in the jaw and in the ear did not disappear anywhere. Pulsating pain impulses continued to roll with debilitating pains on the left side of the face.

Two weeks have passed. And the "neighbor" returned again; it happened again at dawn. However, this time he had a different appearance.

Kuznetsova woke up as if from a jolt. She saw a creature that looked like a cross between a shaggy dog and a bear cub entering the room through the window glass. It was surrounded by something like a faint smoky cloud.

- Why are you sure that the "bear cub" and the one who came to you earlier are the same creature? I asked Kuznetsova.

"It's hard to explain in words," she replied. – It was something like an intuitive insight. As soon as I saw the "smoky bear", I realized that he was the same "neighbor" ... Alas, I didn't have time to really see him.

Having passed like a knife through butter, with a noisy snuffling through the window glass, the creature, according to Lyudmila, rushed to her. The feeling of numbness in all the members fell on Kuznetsova again, the tongue stuck to the larynx.

The "bear cub" overcame the distance from the window to the bed in one leap and jumped behind Lyudmila.

- He sniffed there for a little while, puffed, apparently getting comfortable, - Kuznetsova recalls. – And then he started breathing right into my sore ear. I don't understand how it happened, but I soon fell asleep, warmed by the breath of the "neighbor".

And when Lyudmila woke up, first of all, the brownie was no longer with her, and secondly, the pain in her ear and jaw disappeared.

The woman has completely recovered!

"From that day," she says, "quite strange events began in my life. They began to "buzz" – I can't find another word - hands. Some weak currents wandered in them from the shoulders to the palms. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. Somehow, in a conversation with colleagues, I mentioned this - they say, an incomprehensible "hum" is in my hands, something like subcutaneous scabies. And one of the colleagues said: "And maybe a therapeutic bioenergetic force has appeared in your hands, about which the newspapers are writing so much now? Try to treat people with the imposition of hands."

Lyudmila Kuznetsova tried it. It worked!

And now she helps people who turn to her with a variety of their illnesses. It is important to note along the way that she is not looking for fame – she does not advertise her unique, unknown abilities. She just never refuses anyone, no matter who comes to her. He puts his hands on it, and the person recovers.

I just called Lyudmila Kuznetsova's abilities that came from nowhere. Lyudmila has a different point of view on this. She is sure that the gift of healing was given to her by a "neighbor".

- I admit, it happened purely by accident, - she believes. - The "neighbor", imbued with sympathy for me, cured my ailments in two steps, which threatened to become chronic. And along the way, while the brownie was messing with my body that came out of standing, some kind of energy restructuring occurred in that body. As a result, my body has become a conductor of energy that is healing for people. Where does the energy come from, you ask? Don't know. From some unknown source. I don't care where the source is. For me personally, something else is much more important – I can help people.

Alexey PRIYMA, Chapter from the book "Aliens from Nowhere" (Rostov-on-Don, Phoenix Publishing House, 1996, pp. 109-115)