Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Episode 5. “Fun” extreme-crazy overnight stay in the rented apartment.

After all the events described in the previous episode, to stay in our new apartment for the night, to be honest, was a little scary for us.

But what to do?

Staying overnight at the diving club, when we told everyone that we had rented an apartment, was stupid and inconvenient. We decided that we should calm down, tune in to the positive and boldly go to spend the night in a rented apartment and not think about “some nonsense” and “all sorts of nonsense”.

But still, the idea of spending the whole night inside the apartment seemed quite uncomfortable to us, or simply put, caused panic fear, so we decided to sleep in the courtyard.

Although it was winter, and on a winter night outside, even in Eilat, it was very cool.

So we brought a couple of warm blankets for each of us from the diving club, pulled out a second sofa in the courtyard, and resolutely went to bed. It was Friday, the Sabbath.

My son and I wished each other good night, and tried to relax, but I could not sleep and I decided to go outside the courtyard to the street through the iron door of the high, with stakes on top, gate for some need. I didn’t have the courage to go into the bathroom in my apartment at night.

The door was closed with a latch that opened from the inside and from the outside. After a couple of minutes, I go back and pull the door… to no avail, it’s locked, I try to open the latch again and again, .. in vain…the door does not open,it is somehow closed from the inside.

What should I do? I try to knock, to shout to my son… but he doesn’t hear…

Finally, desperate to reach him, I try to climb over the fence. And then, when I climbed a little higher on the fence and the yard was within my sight, I saw that the light in the apartment turned on and off.

Then it went out and flashed again and went out again. Now I clearly understood that something strange and unpleasant was happening there, and this increased my growing anxiety. But I didn’t manage to climb over the fence, there are high stakes on top of the fence, and the inside is smooth and there is nowhere to put my foot.

I continued to stand hesitantly on the fence until my son finally opened the door. When I finally got to the courtyard, I ran to the apartment from inside which I could hear some vague noise. When I opened the door, full of apprehension, we saw that from all the taps – in the kitchen and in the bathroom – were leaking water… on the floor because the drain hoses are pulled out at the bottom.

This time, the water flowed from the shower, the hose from which lay on the floor of the shower. The washing machine ‘came to life’ again and again in some unknown way, the wire from it (which had previously been lying on the floor… it turned out to be inserted into the socket, the door was closed, the washing program was set, and at the same time the drain plug was unscrewed and the water from it also flows to the floor. And on the floor there is already a layer of water four inches high.

I rushed to close the taps and insert the drain hoses, the socket from the washing machine, when I pulled it, fortunately accidentally was pulled out with “meat”.  Then, with a bucket and a scoop, I hurriedly began to collect water, hoping that this “wonderful” picture would not be seen by the owners. But as soon as I managed to remove at least some of the water, the taps were opened again and of course the drain hoses were pulled out again.

And finally, as if indignant at my stupidity and lack of understanding that I should have just left there long ago, the massive metal front door began to close. 

Seeing this, I ran to the door, but it kept closing inexorably. I had a claustrophobic panic, and I screamed at my son to help me. And now we manage to hold the door together. But I do not understand what to do with the water and stupidly try to make another attempt to remove it .And the door starts to close again. And I jump out of the apartment in horror, drawing in my imagination a “pleasant” picture of how I will not only be closed there, but also will again be watered with caustic soapy liquids. Brrr!

We thought that in the morning I might be able to restore at least some order and decided to make another attempt to sleep.

Except for the fact that several times I got out the blanket that flew to the roof of our house and had to get it out with a mop, because it was cold without it, the disappearance of the sandals in which I came and my phone, nothing else strange or scary happened until the morning.

And in the morning, when we timidly settled down in the courtyard to have breakfast and drink tea after a difficult night, the keys to the apartment, hanging in the keyhole, disappeared, and the apartment itself was closed…

Then my bag disappeared, in which were our passports and credit cards, money… and that’s when I felt that I couldn’t do it anymore. I sat in a daze and complete shock and didn’t know what to do… if the bag is not found. Go to work, to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to the police, to the bank? Say that everything was stolen from us? Where? Who! How? All these options seemed extremely absurd and unpleasant.

However, after a while, the situation, fortunately, was resolved.
We returned the bag (the door to the apartment opened and we found it there) and the phone. Then one sandal landed right in the electric kettle, and then the second one fell to the ground from somewhere.

As soon as the necessary things were returned to us, nothing no longer delayed us there.

And while we were getting ready, the red light on the boiler already warningly lit up, as if advising us to be more careful, and we decided to leave as soon as possible without closing the door with a key.

These keys were returned to us a few hours later, when we were walking from the Gourmet store after finishing my work, and I said that I would never stay in that apartment again. Immediately, right in front of me, from above, almost touching my nose, the keys fell on the asphalt.

A few days later, we decided to make a trip to Grape Lane to pick up our things. Moreover, my son preferred to stay near the gate of the house while I quickly, trying to concentrate inside myself and not give in to fear, collected things.

As you probably understood, we refused to rent that apartment.

And since then, we have become afraid of washing machines…

And over time, we realized that the apartment was not suitable for us to live in.

And it is quite possible that this whole performance was a blessing and a good lesson for us.


Paranormal everyday life. Season 2 Episode 6. Paranormal Adventures in Antalya. Part 2.

“It looks like the idea of ​​teaching Hebrew was a failure, Yaron.
Apparently, in response to it, this wave of fake notes from supposedly your former Moscow
classmates and physical education teacher.
Let’s try something different, maybe make a video for the YouTube channel. At webinars, they say that it’s not so difficult, but our topic is interesting.”

“Of course. We need to change the strategy.”

“Let’s call our channel “Paranormal everyday life.” I hope that such a non-trivial name can be of interest to a lot of people.”

“I do not mind.”

“Yaron, look, some kind of inscription appeared on the window. What is written there? Record the video … I won’t understand further.”

“Maayan, it says “Record the video, how long to wait!”

“Perhaps this is a reasonable idea. Yaron, let’s get started.”

“I already did the cover as we agreed.”

“Well done! Please show me how it turned out, I’m very interested. Did you like it yourself? And what nonsense is this? Again?”

I laughed involuntarily.

“Yaron, I don’t think you wrote it? Do you see what is written here?”

“I have nothing to do with it, Maayan, I wrote on the cover the text that we agreed on. Then I literally walked away from the laptop for a minute and you see how the inscription has changed.”

“Yes, again it’s the traditional “Ha-ha! Fool!”
If our energetic worlds were also actively doing positive things, we would definitely not have to complain about the lack of money.”

“This is undoubtedly! Only for some reason they like to do nasty things.”

“Demons do nasty things. They just like to distract us from real life with all sorts of stupid things that they do at the expense of our own energy.
But, fortunately, there are also creative energy-informational worlds, thanks to which we live. Thanks to them! But I suffer very much from the fact that I cannot learn to really understand them.”

“Yes, I would like that too.
By the way, about “stupid things”.
Today our neighbor from the apartment across the street asked me what kind of song I constantly play on my laptop, he said he really liked it and he also wants to download it for himself.
And when I honestly told him “I don’t know” even his eyes became round with surprise.
But I really don’t know its name, because it somehow appeared on the laptop itself and plays regardless of my desire.”

“Yes, it was hard not to notice. The song is cool, but sometimes, when there is no mood and you hear it all the time, it starts to annoy.
Yaron, let’s go for a little walk, it’s simply impossible to stay here for a long time.
This noise when the walls in a building nearby are broken is simply unbearable.
He doesn’t let you focus on anything. No wonder that several of our neighbors have already fled from here.”

“Yes, there is.”

“Yaron, someone sent us a note on the messenger. I’ll take a look.
It was written from that very new account of the so-called San Sanych (a former physical education teacher). By the way, the place of residence in his profile has already changed from Eilat to Antalya and the background photo too.”

“What kind of dira (apartment) do you have?” — written in the note.

“You have to come up with such a thing!” — the son laughed.

“I think it’s not funny at all, Yaron. Demons write all sorts of nonsense in order to attract our attention, and with it energy to themselves, to cause an inadequate reaction and further strengthen the fake web, which we need to break.

Look, he also writes that he and our relative from the States Vlad and our acquaintances from Eilat (neither of whom had ever seen the other) went to Spain and were going to make guacamole sauce there.
After all, this is just delirium, or rather a set of delirium, just to cloud our heads and distract us from business, real life and reasonable thinking.
Let’s go for a walk, Yaron!”

“I’m all for it!”

“Yaroshka, look a turtle. So pretty and so unreasonable, she stubbornly walks to the roadway. Now she walks along the road, and right along the pedestrian crossing. What a cute and funny pedestrian!
But I think we need to move her back to the lawn so she doesn’t get hit by a car.”

“But turtles can bite painfully.”

“I think she’s not harmful.
Moreover, it is no longer possible to wait, a car is driving over there, and the driver may not notice it, she is small.
Well, you see, everything is fine, I hold her by the shell and thus she will not bite me!
Have a nice day, turtle, do not do more stupid things, good luck and health to you!

Yaron, Yaron, look here even turkeys are grazing behind the fence, I have never seen them. Look, what a large and friendly animal group they have, there are also colorful chickens and fluffy rams. It looks so cute, right?”

“Yes, and look, one of the chickens, such a freedom-loving lady that she ran away behind the fence and now walks down the street with an air of importance.”

“Yes, even the chicken had enough intelligence to break out of the cage (or rather, the fence), to escape from the owners and the dogs, but you and I still don’t understand how we can get out of this fake web!”

“Yes, unfortunately, it really is.”

“Yaron, did you notice that it is here in Antalya, when you and I go out for a walk in the evening, we often see some funny scenes with animals – either a hedgehog that rubs againt the leg like a cat, then a cat fight, a herd of sheep walking in the dark.
I really like that there is such an active Life everywhere.”

“Well, today’s walk was unique in another way” — I said to my son the next day.

Parable about fear, stupidity, unconsciousness and fake web 3.

“We walked along a wide deserted street alone, past an empty building with broken windows, there was no one nearby, and then I heard footsteps from behind …
The steps were slow, someone shuffled their feet on purpose to scare us.
We walk slowly, not in a hurry, and he also slowly follows us … trail in trail …
Maybe turn around and see …?
No, I got goosebumps running down my spine with horror at the thought.
No, it’s too scary, it’s for sure HE, the maniac I’ve always feared. I knew that he would come anyway, appear. And now he is looking out for another victim … Therefore, he does not overtake us …
These shuffling footsteps come closer and closer, I can hear him breathing heavily …
I can already feel how I was sweating all over with sticky horror, he is already near and he is overtaking us, continuing to shuffle his feet.
I dare to look at him …

This is an elderly man about five feet tall, about 70 years old, and he walks with difficulty, short of breath, probably to the nearest grocery store. Time is noon.
How could I come up with such a nightmare?” — my son told me.

“Yes, Yaron, tomorrow, or rather from tonight, is a holiday in Israel, and on such days, demoniacal possession usually intensifies and your demon immediately took advantage of this, trying to bring you into inadequacy and thus completely subjugate you to his will. The main thing is not to immerse yourself in this fake reality or a web, and always think clearly and logically, no matter how difficult it is and turn inward, where there are positive creative energetic worlds, trying to feel them and be on the same wavelength with them.”

“Yes, it looks like it is, Maayan.”

“Yaron, I will go to the pharmacy for a minute, I need a solution for contact lenses, and you better wait while outside. Look what a cute black kitten here!”

“Okay, I’ll wait, and the kitten is really cute.”

“Well, I bought it.”

“Maayan, you have no idea what happened in that couple of minutes while you were gone.”

“So what?”

“The man took that kitten under his arm and ran away with him. It’s amazing.”

“It’s no surprise, Yaron, when demons start fooling people. He probably didn’t understand why he did it. Remember the story with Vijay (“Parable. How unconscious people are manipulated.”)

and that little episode that happened in Antalya (Paranormal Daily Season 2 Episode 6)

We need to completely free ourselves from this fake web, which began to be activated after receiving recharge, and for this we need to completely stop reacting to all these stupid fake ideas, but just be reasonable and do exclusively our own business, without losing for a minute control over our thoughts and actions. Do you remember how many times strange events happened to you when you were waiting for me near the store? “

“Yes, of course I remember. It’s probably already been 10 times.”

“I think it’s all analogous.”

“Yaron, did you try to book us an appointment at the Consulate again this morning? Now, unfortunately, it is already late, evening, the holiday has begun and tomorrow it will not work.”

“Yes, of course, Maayan. I booked.
Hello! Erev tov! The call from the phone of the Consulate, it is Yuf, who sent the request we need to Beer Sheva the day before yesterday. He says the answer has come.”

“Yaron, do you understand that the Consulate cannot work now?”

“Yes, I understand. But he says the Consul wants to talk to us.”

“Hang up, I’m tired of this theater of the absurd. You yourself understand that the demons were just activated.”

“Of course. Good. Maayan, a call is again.
Look, now the prime minister is calling … now the defense minister … and now the commander-in-chief …
I certainly don’t pick up the phone.
Maayan, lastly I was told the now traditional ending phrase “Ha-ha! You are fool!”

“Everything is as usual, nothing fundamentally new.

Tired of it! Enough!

Goodbye fake web!

Hello Life!”

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Episode 6. Paranormal Adventures in Antalya.

“Yaron, this is already unbearable, it is simply impossible to stay at home, we pick up our things and run outside as soon as possible! Fuh! It’s even quieter and fresh air here! Let’s stand there, come to our senses and slowly move to the bus stop.”

“Well, here we are at the bus station, Yaron, though we arrived very early, another hour and a half before the likely departure of our bus.”

“Yaron, we waited for it! There is our bus too.
Hooray! Finally, it happened – you and I are looking out of the bus window at the flickering Varna landscapes, which will soon be left behind.
Goodbye Varna! Thanks for all!
We will meet you again soon, Istanbul!”

“Yaron, wake up, let’s go out, now they will check passports and luggage, the border. We are leaving Bulgaria.”

“It’s great. I honestly feel relieved.”

“Well, here is the Turkish border, now they will put a stamp on the entry into the country and we will be able to take a nap for a few more hours, the time is still about three o’clock in the morning.”

“Yaroshka, wake up, we are already in Istanbul and we are approaching its huge Esenler bus station.”

“Hello Istanbul, we missed you!”

“Yaron, do you recognize this so familiar lane? Excellent, fortunately, the driveway door is not locked, but here is the door of our former apartments, and next to them are Khalil’s apartments.
How much time? 6.30 am. And his TV is still working, do you hear? Do you think he is awake? Shall we dare to knock?”

“Hello brother, welcome back!
We have no places today, they will be vacated tomorrow, let’s go, I’ll help you get settled in the hotel opposite, its owner is my friend.”

“How great. Well done all the same Khalil, arranged us in a hotel at a discounted price and we were charged only for a day, even though we arrived earlier than seven in the morning! Now you can relax a little and take a nap, and then see Zuleikha and go to find out about the bus to Antalya”


We wandered nostalgically through the familiar streets of Istanbul

hugged the housekeeper Khalil Zuleikha and two days later continued our journey, by bus to the city of Antalya.

“Today is just a blizzard, the weather was raging in earnest, isn’t it, Yaron?”

“Yeah, you can’t say otherwise.
All our last day in Istanbul and all night, which we are moving towards Antalya, there is a strong snowfall. Khalil said that this does not happen every year.”

“Well, this is definitely Antalya. We drove for 15 hours, but finally we got there.”

“Well, it seems we got there. This is the Duran Apartment, where we agreed to rent an apartment. Exactly, and here is the landlady at the entrance.”

“Good afternoon! It’s very nice that you were waiting for us. Which floor? Second? Excellent! Let’s go look at the apartments, Yaroshka.”

“What a beautiful view of the sea and mountains, some of which even have snow-capped peaks.
I didn’t think Antalya was so beautiful, I like it at first sight “

“Yes, and here it is somehow easy enough.”

“Oh, look Yaron, this window overlooks the entrance to the apartment, look there is a small herd of fluffy rams walking there, they are very cute.”

“Oh, Yaron, but where does such a smell of burning come from? Oh, that’s it, a paper napkin is burning in the kitchen sink. I don’t like such jokes, I don’t like all this at all!” — I said to my son.

“Me too. But what can I do?” — he replied.

“Yaron, look, my cup is empty for some reason. Where did the coffee go from it? I’ll go get another bag.”

“Yaron, all the instant coffee bags disappeared from the cabinet, and there were four of them. Of course, I understand that this is not something to drink, but it annoys me that for some reason all the time someone decides everything for us, all the time something disappears and usually exactly what seems to be the most attractive …”
I was indignant at small everyday, unexplained incidents.

“Yaron, we are offered to move to another building, there is a first floor and a cheaper rental price, but we came here for a couple of months so I agreed. What do you think? Let’s go watch?”

“As always, I’m in favor.”

“Yes, this apartment is of course designed exclusively for slender visitors, it is very narrow. And it is also terribly cold here. But nothing, Yaron, you and I are not overweight and we were given a large warm blanket. I think it will be possible to keep warm under it. . “

“Only, alas, our financial situation is very unenviable. We urgently need to find some way to fix this. Can we advertise Hebrew lessons?”

“Why not give it a try?”

“Yaron, it’s been several days since you posted the announcement. Tell me, has anyone responded?”

“Yes, and even a few people … only you have no idea who it is …”

“So who? Tell me, I don’t like riddles.”

“These are guys from my former Moscow class and from the former yard. About five people wrote to me that they want to learn Hebrew. Apparently, as usual, our energoworlds decided to play with us.”

In general, everything is as usual.

Look, Yaron, I see someone’s note addressed to us:
“Maayan, I recently repatriated, I want to learn the language, I have zero knowledge, I hope you will help me quickly master it …”

Yaron, is someone really interested? Let’s see who.

“Yaron, this is a prank again. Do you have any idea who this note is from?”

“Of course not. Tell me from whom?”

“The note was written from Alexander’s account in brackets San Sanych is written, your former physical education teacher at a Moscow school. His profile, where he repatriated against the background of the Edom Mountains, says that he has repatriated, lives in Eilat and wants to study Hebrew. Yes, the same jokes, this is a new Facebook account. Look, he has a new message to us:

“Your friend Ariel K. recommended you to me.”

“Yeah, these fake guys are comedians.”

Call from the “Consulate” and liberation from the fake web.

What to do? I can no longer bear this constant stress. How can we find a positive way out of the difficult situation that has developed in connection with our hasty and strange departure from the country to “nowhere”?
(See The Daily Paranormal Season 1 Episode 8)


This question torments me day and night. In the morning, when I wake up, I feel an oppressive anxiety and the first is the disturbing thought “What to do? How to break through this web of fake reality? How to make money? Where to go? How can my son and I begin to Live, feeling the taste and pleasure of every moment of Life given to us?”

We left Eilat, Israel more than a year ago, having packed in just a few days. And since then we have not been able to contact any person there.

Why? We cannot fully understand. It is possible that we do not come back prematurely.
And I decided to write a post about our situation in several Facebook groups, to which many people responded in different ways.
Someone laughed, someone sarcastically, someone expressed doubt, and someone sincerely empathized.

Here is the post itself:
“Dear friends!
We realized that we acted unwisely, but we do not understand what to do now in order to return to Life. We really hope for your help.
My son and I lived in Israel, in Eilat, I adored this city, everything was fine, but my son was 18 and received a note on the first summons to the army on July 30 on the phone, and at the same time there were a number of calls from several of our acquaintances and friends of freedivers, whom we trusted and had an extensive customer base. In every conversation, they told us that during the first summons, the clients’ children were taken to the army immediately or, at best, their passports were torn, because the country was in a military situation and they themselves were planning to leave the country soon. And this is my only son and he is still a child, very unadapted to life, we even received a doctor’s recommendation for remote education, and I, we, were just in a panic, and in a few days, without a plan of further actions, we took tickets and LEAVE THE COUNTRY to … NOWHERE, that is, nowhere. Then we realized that none of our friends and acquaintances left and did not even plan to do so.
And we found ourselves, as it were, outside of Life and now we simply do not understand how now to get out of this situation and start living again. We write letters to the Israeli army, but we do not receive an answer, but it is necessary, because the son can be imprisoned as a deviator.
What can we do, where can we go to start living?”

This post gave us the opportunity to understand a lot of new things. Firstly, how is the conscription to the army, that no one tears passports, and secondly, that it is possible to go back, but only having previously contacted the consulate so as not to end up in jail, and finally, many people were also surprised that I and my son being 18 years old in Israel, have not received a single summons (something we have never thought about) and that at the age of 18, for some reason, my son was let through at the airport without question.

And so we decided to make an appointment at the Israeli consulate, foreseeing, of course, a lot of obstacles …

We wrote to the Consulate, but received no response.

“Yaron, I can’t do this anymore. We don’t live all this year, but we are in some kind of horror and despair, we are in this “NOWHERE”. Many mocked this expression, but you can’t even say otherwise.”

“Yes, I also feel that it is simply unbearable. And it really is “nowhere”, because we did not go to our friends or relatives, nor to legalize in any country, nor travel …”

“I absolutely do not understand what to do next. Let’s make an appointment with the Consulate.”

“Of course, I’ll try it again now.”

“Give it a try, because we’re not getting anything, not monetizing a blog, not selling a book.”

“Hello! Maayan, this is a call from the Israeli Consulate. This is secretary, Elona, she asks for what date and time to enroll us and what question we have in order to understand which specialist we need.”

“Sorry, the connection was lost …”

“And here is the letter from the Consulate in the mailbox of Yahoo. Yaron, let’s see what is written here?”

“She asks what question we are addressing to the Consulate.”

“Write what about the army pass and return.”

“Maayan, she’s calling back.
She says that a consul is needed to resolve such a serious issue, but he left for Israel for the holidays and will not arrive before the end of all the holidays. She says that in general the Consulate in Tbilisi is small, there are many more specialists in Baku. But she will find out when the consul arrives and will contact us in a few days. Thanks!”

“Thank you, this is very kind. And the Consulate in Baku is probably really much larger. I wonder how many hours it takes to get there?”

Yes, Yaron, look another letter has come from the Consulate with the number 2.
What is written there, most likely there is a traditional phrase of our energyworlds “Ha-ha! You Fool!”, confirming that the conversation with the secretary of the Consulate was fake?”

“Yes, like that. It says, “Did you believe it?” This time the text is more polite, but it doesn’t change the essence.”

“Yaron, this letter has already disappeared and that first one from the Consulate too. Obviously, we will not be allowed to be registered in the Consulate, as well as contact the Eilat people.
How to be? If we just go to the Consulate, then we will most likely not be accepted without an appointment. What to do? Sitting there on the doorstep? No one will understand why we were unable to register.”

Yes, just as they will not understand why calls do not reach, why people do not receive our letters, and why we can communicate only with those who are near us or with just a few periodically “allowed” people. Even the Facebook groups that interested us somehow disappear … Why did this fake web appear and, most importantly, how to break it?

There must be some way out?
Let’s talk from an energy-informational point of view.
It turns out that we are now being blocked by a part of us, our energy information. After all, none of the people interfered in our processes in any way, this is obvious. For what purpose were we sent to “nowhere”? Perhaps in order for us to start thinking, analyzing, changing, which was almost unrealistic in the daily hustle and bustle? How do you think? Or in order to constantly drain the energy of our life and prevent us from finding a way out by putting us in an extremely difficult situation?
Recently, there, in Israel, we stopped developing, our negative parasitic structures grew too much and we began to destroy ourselves.
Most likely, therefore, we are not given the opportunity to earn money and it is impossible for us to live anywhere until the energy information in us changes.
We need to increase the share of positive creative worlds or energy information in us and get rid of negative ones as much as possible.
But how to do that?
Let’s follow our every thought. We even now sometimes, and earlier often enough discussed someone. Let’s notice these thoughts and immediately change them. Do you feel this sensation when you do it?
As if a small piece of space is opening somewhere inside, perhaps this is how our positive constructive structures grow inside. Let’s notice the feeling of anxiety and analyze it and do something necessary every minute, and I think that we need to learn how to show care and attention to people and the surrounding space, Yaron.”

“Okay, I’ll try. I think you’re right in many ways. The question is very difficult. We need to seriously consider it.”

“Yaron, this morning I woke up, went to the Internet. (By the way, I think that we need to get rid of this habit, and start the morning with a warm-up and search for new understandings.) So I found there interesting information that on all large blogging platforms it is already difficult to meet some living, thinking people, they are filled with bots that serve corporations and feed people with informational fast food. It seems that this is really so. Indeed, lately I see very few interesting articles and, apparently, therefore, comments, even on captivating our stories, so little or not at all. Simply because people do not see them. It turns out that we need to find some, albeit a small platform, but one where live people who are interested in everything that happen, and not bots, gather. “
“Yes, this is a very interesting observation, it looks like it is.”

“And yet, Yaron, I suddenly realized very clearly that the situation will not begin to be resolved until we free ourselves from our negative energy worlds and the internal attitudes they have created.
Me and you, we both know that we GET it!”

Паранормальный вирус. Сборник статей.

Дорогие друзья!
Если на вашем телефоне или компьютере появился какой то странный вирус, вы проснулись ночью от того что услышали какие то странные звуки, исчезла, а через какое то время непонятным образом возможно нашлась какая-то то вещь, то возможно, что таким образом вы встретились с необьяснёнными традиционной наукой паранормальными явлениями.
Эти явления так плотно вплелись в нашу жизнь, что стали её частью и в корне изменили её, изменив и наше мировоззрение и став нашим учителем на пути познания Удивительной Жизни. В статьях сборника мы высказываем свою оригинальную, отличную от общепринятой точку зрения о телепартации предметов, призраках, привидениях, некоторых проявлениях “телефонных вирусов”, приводим свои гипотезы, основанные только на личных наблюдениях, ощущениях и их анализе и предлагаем читателям увидеть мироздание с иного довольно непривычного ракурса.
Спасибо за внимание! В сборнике представлены статьи:

Привидения, что это… мистика или реальность?

Телепортация бытовых предметов в повседневной жизни.

Притча о неразумном страхе, важности и глупости по паранормальному.
Паранормальный вирус на Ватсапп.

Дорогие читатели!
Мы всегда открыты к общению и с нетерпением ждём ваших откликов! Если события, описанные в книге вызвали у вас интерес, мы с удовольствием предоставим вам дополнительные материалы и консультации на затронутые в ней темы.

Всегда рады общению с вами, Маайан и Ярон Вег

Electronic Book “This is not mysticism and not a lie. This is Paranormal Reality. How we were kicked out of the country. Not by people. But by whom?”

This is an incredible but true story!

We didn’t even understand HOW IT HAPPENED, but literally IN A FEW DAYS we, having collected only a bag and a suitcase in a hurry, left our house, our country, our usual well-established life to … NOWHERE, without a specific reason, without a specific plan, just at the moment when everything in life began to take shape as we wanted. Not a single person took part in this and did not even know that it was happening. How did this happen and why?

And the fact was that our ENERGY-INFORMATION CONSTITUENT, taking advantage of our fears, lack of awareness and lack of a sane analysis of the situation, DRAFT A CONSPIRACY, creating around us a WEB OF FAKE WEB UNREAL REALITY, blocking our friends acquaintances, and instead of them, by THEIR VOICES AND THEIR TELEPHONE NUMBERS TOLD us that the country has such a complex military emergency that they are all focused only on LEAVING it. And, we, having no experience of communicating with the FAKE REALITY, believed and REALLY LEFT the country, but for a number of reasons, we could not return … A small addition to this episode is a short and funny “Parable about unreasonable fear, importance and stupidity in the paranormal”. Enjoy reading!

Dear Readers! We are open to communication and look forward to your feedback! If the events described in the book aroused your interest, we will be happy to provide you with additional materials and consultations on the topics covered in it.

We are always glad to communicate with you,
Maayan and Yaron Weg


Электронная книга “Крейзи жизнь и экстрим крейзи ночёвка на арендованной квартире”

Уважаемые читатели!
Мы рады представить вам часть нашей книги “Паранормальная повседневность”, в которую входят два экстремально забавных эпизода, заставляющих задуматься о многом.

“Крейзи жизнь…” и “Экстрим крейзи ночёвка на арендованной квартире”

Надеемся, что вы получите удовольствие, читая о тех захватывающих паранормальных перепитиях, которые происходили с нами, когда мы сняли совершенно неподходящую для жизни квартиру в Эйлате и это вывело из себя нашу с сыном НЕВИДИМУЮ ЭНЕРГОИНФОРМАЦИОННУЮ СОСТОВЛЯЮЩУЮ и что тут началось!!!
ОЖИВАЮТ диспенсеры с едкой химией и гоняются за мной, обрызгивая меня ей, кто-то невидимый кидается в меня моими же вещами.

ОЖИВАЕТ бытовая техника — бойлер, тостер и стиральная машинка и начинают действовать САМОСТОЯТЕЛЬНО как бы демонстрируя недовольство нашим с сыном поведением.

Одеяло УЛЕТАЕТ на крышу, а босоножек приземляется в чайник, исчезает телефон, сумка с документами и ключи от квартиры…

Которые падают перед нами сами, когда мы готовы проявить благоразумие. И эта история полностью реальна!!! Приятного чтения!

Дорогие читатели! Мы всегда открыты к общению и с нетерпением ждём ваших откликов! Если события, описанные в книге вызвали у вас интерес, мы с удовольствием предоставим вам дополнительные материалы и консультации на затронутые в ней темы.

Всегда рады общению с вами,
Маайан и Ярон Вег


Electronic book “Paranormal everyday Life. Crazy life… and Extreme crazy overnight in a rented apartment”

Dear readers!
We are pleased to present you the second part of our book “Paranormal everyday life”, which includes two extremely funny episodes that make you think about a lot.
Crazy life…” and “Extreme crazy overnight in a rented apartment
We hope that you will enjoy reading about those exciting paranormal perepetias that happened to us when we rented a completely unsuitable apartment in Eilat and this brought out our INVISIBLE ENERGY-INFORMATIONAL CONSTITUENT ― and what started here!!!
Dispensers with caustic chemicals COME to LIFE and chase me, spraying me with them, someone invisible throws my own things at me.

Household appliances COME TO LIFE ― a boiler, a toaster and a washing machine and they begin to act INDEPENDENTLY, as if demonstrating dissatisfaction with our with the son behavior.

The blanket FLIES to the roof, and the sandal lands in the kettle, the phone, the bag with documents and the keys to the apartment dissapear…

Which fall in front of us themselves when we are ready to show prudence.

And this story is completely real!!!

At the end of the book, we have added a small article from the heading “Paranormal every day life. A ghost or a leaking boiler” in which we shared with you our hypothesis about the causes of what happened.
Have fun reading!

Dear readers!
We are always open to communication and look forward to your feedback!
If the events described in the book aroused your interest, we will be happy to provide you with additional materials and advice on the topics covered in it.

We are always glad to communicate with you,
Maayan and Yaron Weg

Electronic Book “Paranormal every day life. A ghost or a leaking boiler”

Dear readers!

We are pleased to present you our first book and invite you to an amazing reality in which objects fly, disappear and teleport themselves, from somewhere above out of NOWHERE… sugar and coffee pour down, an obsessive melody sounds out of nowhere, and NOT PEOPLE or robots are talking over the phone — fakes mislead us, and then laughing at us with our own laughter, they say “Ha-ha! Fool!”. These and other fascinating interesting, and often funny REAL UNIQUE cases in the book that makes you think about a lot — “Unexplained episodes from everyday life. Part 1”. This is the real story!

In this collection, we are pleased to present you a number of intriguing episodes:

“Episode 1. A ghost or a leaking boiler?”

“Episode 2… when sugar and coffee pour out of the air …”

“Episode 3. Disappearing and flying objects.”

“Episode 4. An obsessive melody that sounds out of nowhere …”

“Episode 5. Conversations not with a person, not with a robot…But with whom???”

Have fun reading! To be continued.

We are open to communication and look forward to your feedback! If the events described in the book aroused your interest, we will be happy to provide you with additional materials and advice on the topics covered in it.

We are always glad to communicate with you,

Maayan and Yaron Weg

Paranormal daily life. Season 2. Episode 5. Part 3. Paranormal passing the corona test 2.

“Yaron, do you think we will ever be able to get through to our relative Vlad in the States?”

“I don’t know, we have tried so many times and everything is useless, it looks like he was blocked from our calls, as well as Adam and Ariel. and there is simply no answer from Vlad.”

“Yaron, look, he has two more new accounts appeared at once. Look what is written on them. This is unusual, but in principle fair. Both of them, read:
“New Facebook account.
You are not Facebook friends.
Has nothing to do with your Facebook friend Vlad …”

“Yaron, Yaron, watch the call from his new account, see what happens, the cover photo of the account is changing all the time, then he’s on a book, then on a bank building, then on a New Year card.

I’ll try to pick up the phone.
“Hello, Vlad!
Yaron, of course there is no answer.”

“Common Jokes”

“Yaron, look and Avner has a new account. It also says:
“New Facebook account
Not related to your Facebook friend Avner.”
This is probably so that it would not be a secret for us that we were talking with a fake. True, we still corresponded with him by e-mail, where there was a photo of him, but in general it is clear that we corresponded with ourselves.”

“Yaron, our apartment lease is coming to an end, do you think it is worth extending it? Everything seems to be not bad here, have met good people here, but I’m somehow tired of Bulgaria. Maybe we can continue our journey, or rather … return to Turkey?”

“I think so too. The memories of Turkey and the people there seem to me now pleasant and even somewhat nostalgic.”

“Can we call Khalil (the owner of the apartment we lived in Istanbul) to reserve an apartment for ourselves?”

“Come on, I’ll be glad to hear him.”

“Hi Brother, what date would you like to book a number for, the one on the first floor?”

“Yes, of course. On February 11. How are you, what news do you have, Khalil?” ― asked the son.

“Everything is fine with me, only recently guests from Switzerland came and lived in the same apartment as you, but then they suddenly disappeared somewhere, but their things remained.
And the other day I go into the store, the same one, you know, where that seven-foot guard is … and a butcher, such a musclehead with a big knife … So there is meat on the bone there on sale. And what do I see? That the bone is very similar to the Swiss one. Then I guessed where my guests had disappeared. Here’s a sad story.”

“Oh, Yaron! Oh, I just can’t, I already have a stomach ache with laughter! The bone looks like a Swiss one. He had to come up with something like that! Of course, it’s not Khalil!”

“But how subtly we were ridiculed!”

“Yes, we were clearly shown what fools fear made of us.”

“Okay, I’ll try to call Khalil’s housekeeper Zuleikha.”

“I am very glad that you will come, Jan! We are waiting for you” ― she said.

“Yaron, do you think this is the real Zuleikha?”

“I think yes.”

“Then let’s go for tickets to Istanbul. One thing is unpleasant that we have to take coronavirus tests again. Do you remember what happened when we passed them in Istanbul?” (See “Paranormal Everyday Life. Season 2. Episode 3.”)

“It’s impossible to forget.”

“Yaron, let’s go to Lina Clinic, they have the best prices for PCR tests.”

“Any place fits me, if only it was quieter than last time.”

“Well, Yaron, the test seems to have gone well, but the results should be received tomorrow.”

“Yaron, well, here it is again! A letter on the e-mail from Lina Clinic in Varna, according to a bad tradition already established. Listen to what is written here “Stay at home. There was a man with coronavirus in the clinic.
We will send you some photographs, perhaps you will recognize him.” What do you think, Yaron?”

“I think the nonsense is starting again …”

“I’m already tired of all this, let’s better get to the clinic now. We passed the tests yesterday at around 1:00 pm, almost a day has passed, maybe the results are already ready?”

“Good. And let’s take a walk at the same time, otherwise it’s already uncomfortable at home.”

“Good afternoon! Can you please tell me if the results of our tests are ready?” — we asked.

“Not ready. Come at 5 o’clock” ― snapped a clinic worker.

“Yaron, the time is 4:30 pm, let’s go, this is already becoming unbearable. A dozen letters have already come from the clinic and their text is becoming more and more aggressive.
The latter already says that if we leave the house, then we will face deportation, a large fine or prison …”

“This all of course cannot be true, but it is very nerve-racking.”

“Good evening, it is already 5 pm, we would like to receive the results of our PCR tests.”

“Not ready. Come in half an hour at 5.30.”

Yaron, this is already becoming strange, for sure the tests are already ready for a long time, much more than a day has passed, and the clinic will close in an hour. “

“Yes, I agree. Unpleasant situation! We have to be prepared for various scenarios.”

“Well, here is 5.30, Yaron! Let’s go!” ― I said and we entered the clinic with the most resolute air … and we were given the test results with some strange dissatisfaction.

“Huh! What a relief!”

But the next day, the closer to the time of departure, the more the situation began to escalate and just delusional events took place.
A note came from the clinic again that the test results were wrong and a policeman will visit us now.
And then we really heard a knock on the door. The phone was simply torn apart by fake calls and in the end was blocked by itself and I could not use it.

The phone demanded to enter a code, which I did not know, and I was afraid that we would not be able to unlock it at all. In general, the situation in the apartment became so tense that we hurried to run out into the street as soon as possible, even though there was still a lot of time before the bus to Istanbul …

To be continued…

Amazing Life

  • And one evening…my son and I were sitting and talking in his room and suddenly we saw the screen of my smartphone light up.

  • “I’ll go see who sent the message… Yaron, no one sent anything, there is no SIM card in the phone. How can this be? How could it have disappeared? We even lost a special paper clip to open the compartment with SIM cards.”“I don’t understand either” – the son said in confusion.
    Continuing to occupy the position of the same long-legged bird, we did not bother with the reasons for what happened and just ordered a new SIM card.And the noise and alcoholic bacchanalia of the neighbors continued in the same way from day to day and from night to night. And we began to have new strange events.See more …

Amazing Life

  • “I’m so tired of this neighborhood and constant noise, but what to do, let’s try not to notice it” – I suggested to my son to take the position of the ostrich, which by the way live in the reserve near Yotvata.
    But since we were not such birds with him, the result was appropriate.And the first soft warning followed.“We have finally come! I drank so much tea that I couldn’t wait to get here … what is it? Yaron, the bathroom door doesn’t open. It’s locked, as if with a key. But there is no key here, and I don’t even think there is a lock. Yaron, call Avi soon. He rented out us an apartment, let him tell us what to do. I can’t stand the long wait…”“I’m already calling” – the son laughed.“Look, it opened by itself. Finally!” – I said, after a while, hurriedly rushing through the open door.See full text

Paranormal daily life. Season 2. Episode 5. Varna. Part 2. Talking on the phone without a SIM card and other interesting events

“Hi guys!
I am now with Adam in England, but everything is very expensive here and in my opinion his relatives are already tired of me. Now I don’t know what to do next. How are you doing?” — Ariel’s voice told us a new, extremely dubious version of the events that had taken place.

He, like Avner, periodically called us and also gave us a lot of all sorts of practical advice.

“What do you think of that, Maayan?
It is clear that this is not Ariel, but he, that is, his fake, is very fond of giving various advice.”

“That’s for sure, Yaron, and right now I don’t understand how to do the right thing, let’s call this so-called Ariel, listen to what he offers. We need to discuss our affairs with someone, if almost all of our friends, for some unknown reason, blocked for us” — I once said to my son during a walk.

“How? You know that the SIM card is not paid, and there is no Wi-Fi on the street.” ― asked the son.

“And you try, I think that he will pick up the phone, he does not need the Internet at all.”

“I’m already dialing it. Yes, someone answered.”

“Ariel Cadmee is listening …”

“Do you hear? What a familiar phrase! Why does Ariel’s fake always start communicating with it? You’re right, Maayan, I really didn’t think why our energy-informational structures need the Internet to communicate with us? After all, in fact, it would be nonsense.”


“Yaron, nothing has come out with the Internet work so far and it seems that we can hardly count on a hint from our friends, or rather, we can hardly be able to contact them. Let’s then try to shoot something for YouTube, especially since it’s said at webinars that it’s not that hard.”

“Come on, but the phone has full memory, if we had a video camera, even if not a new one …”

“We should try to make a post on the Bulgarian Facebook group. What do you think, Yaron? Maybe, like with warm things, someone will respond and give us a camera they don’t need.”

“Why don’t we try?”

“Reasonable. I’m already posting an ad.”

“Yaroshka, look, only a couple of hours have passed, and three people have already answered us.
Here Andrey, for example, he has not new, of course, but also not very old unnecessary video camera and he writes that he will gladly give it to us. I’m already calling him.”

“Good evening! Yes, if this item is useful to you, I will be glad to give it to you even today.
We can meet in the center near the New Yorker store in an hour and a half, we will go with my daughter to choose a gift for her friend’s birthday. Good? Fine! See you!” ― said Andrey.

“Well, let’s go, Yaron! Let’s take a walk at the same time.”

“I’m always for a walk!”

“Well, here’s the New Yorker and the appointed time, but I don’t see a single man and daughter here.”

“Maybe his plans have changed for some reason? Let’s call or write to him. I don’t think he just wanted to play us out.”

“Yes, I’ll dial him now.
Yes, it looks like it is not so easy to do this, or rather not and at all is not possible, because the tube sign on Andrey’s account has disappeared somewhere … and the button for sending messages has disappeared …
This is a completely new surprise, something I have never seen on the Facebook messenger.”

“Yes, I also do not understand how this is possible?”

“I don’t know how it’s possible to do it, but that it is so is a fact. And it is clear that we hardly have any hope of waiting for anyone here.”

“Yes, it looks like our energy-informational structures have played a trick on us again.”

“Everything is as usual! Now they will also write “Ha-ha! You are fool!” How can we get rid of these completely unnecessary and constantly interfering structures? Okay, let’s go!
Yaron, can we still go to the Billa store and buy some hummus?

It’s interesting that I didn’t like it in Eilat, but now I so much miss those places and our friends, that it seems to me unusually tasty. We’ll eat it for lunch, adding red pepper and lemon juice.”

“Yaron, lunch is on the table and hummus too. Now I will bring a kettle.
Yaron, Yaron, where is hummus? You do not know? It disappeared just like it had two days ago. And do you remember the other day our plate with sliced ​​kiwi disappeared, and the plate was found later, or rather, it appeared, but kiwi didn’t. What does it mean? Where and why did hummus and kiwi disappear?”

“It is absolutely incomprehensible, because if they were taken by some of our energy-informational structures, then they do not have a material stomach, why then do they need the food that we like?”

“It is seems the same as with the things in Eilat, Yaron. Do you remember they disappeared there many times?”
(See The Daily Paranormal Season 1 Episode 3 Disappearing and Flying Objects)

And, most of them were found, but not all. I think it’s the same with food. And they choose exactly those that seem to us the most attractive. That’s all. The same algorithm of actions.”

“Yes, you may be right, Maayan.”

“Yaroshka, the mistress has come. It is necessary to give her money for the apartment rent for the next month.
All, gave! She was in a hurry and immediately left.
Yaron, where is our baby, where is our little plush Raccoon, who has been with us for so many years that he has almost become a member of our family?

He is not in his usual place on the refrigerator. You didn’t take him, where could he go?
And here he is! I see him, he is in the same place on the refrigerator, but only hid behind things. Can he really move by himself? How do you think?”

“I don’t know, but I think that in principle it is quite possible.”

“We haven’t tried to call Adam for a long time, Yaron.
Maybe we can try again, what do you think?”

“I don’t mind, I’m already typing him”

“Shalom, Adam!”

“Husband is on morning yoga, now he will come.” ― we heard a woman’s voice from the phone.

“Yaron, is it Yarden (Adam’s wife) answered? What a strange voice she has today, and the main thing is that it is very familiar. Yaron, did she really speak in MY voice?”

To be continued…

Paranormal daily life. Season 2. Episode 5. Varna. Part 1. A paranormal work search.

It got colder and it was raining heavily, but the owner of the newly rented apartment, Nina, kindly helped us transport our, alas, broken suitcase and a couple of bags on her crossover from the Casablanca hotel to our new apartment.

“Thank you very much, Nina!
Hurray, Yaron! Look what apartment we found! What a big kitchen here, there is a second room, and most importantly, here you can not turn off the air conditioner and the boiler at all and we will not freeze endlessly! After all, after Eilat, here in Bulgaria it seems terribly cold! “

“Yes, electricity is fortunately already included in the rent.
Thanks to the Greek student who gave us a gift, having left for two months to his home in Greece, because classes at the institute were stopped due to the coronavirus! “

“Yes, and he did not stop paying for the apartment, which is why we got it for two months much cheaper than he did.”

Two weeks passed and we went to the migration office to renew the tourist visa.
There we were told that we had been granted an extension, we just need to wait for the boss to sign.

“Diana? We can go see her ourselves.”

“No, she doesn’t work here anymore.
Wait a bit, we’ll call you soon.”

We went out and asked the people in line:

“Do you know who the boss is now?”

“I don’t know what his name is, but some kind of man” – answered us several people in line.

“Is there really some truth in what Nikolai said? What reasons could have prompted Diana to leave with an excellent, by Bulgarian standards, job, so she was fired for some reason? In general, of course, this is not our business” – we reasoned returning home with son.

The house where we found a temporary shelter was three-story, and we were surprised that besides us, only a couple of people constantly lived there – a guy and an elderly man, and in the surrounding houses, when we walked in the evenings, we saw only 2-3 glowing window.
We usually walked to the central square, beckoning with sparkling multicolored Christmas lights, and watched with pleasure how, near a stall with a Turkish shaverm, looking at this fragrant delicacy, they were walking importantly
glarus seagulls.

And there were a lot of these extremely active and amusing guys. They never slept and their kind of scream was heard both at home and on the street 24/7 and was remembered by us as a visiting card of Varna.

The seagulls sat on all the surrounding rooftops, walked the streets with a dignified look, frightened the surrounding cats and begged for food from passers-by sitting on benches.
They amused us and distracted us a bit from our problems.

And our main problem was the lack of money and we decided to make an attempt to find a job on the Internet. How to do this, we did not know and
after some hesitation, we decided to try and call our friends from Eilat.

We were one of the first to call Avner, a diver and entrepreneur from Eilat, who also worked in diving club “A” earlier and seemed to us a model of a person with a reasonable approach to life and business.

“Shalom, friends!
How are you? Bulgaria? Where is it? It’s cold there? Yes, there are a lot of problems here too, I’m tired of this lockdown, diving is now prohibited and I suffered serious losses, since the diving equipment that I was selling now is not needed by anyone. The beaches are all littered and full of homeless people.
Yes, have you seen my last Facebook post? A photo of me getting the Pfizer vaccine?
This is a dramatization of what to do. The times have come when you have to agree to dubious offers that pay well.
And now I am looking for a remote job during the lockdown, if you are also interested, then a friend advised me here … ” – Avner’s voice told us from the phone.

“Thank you, Avner, of course, we are interested! Tell us!”

We also called Ziv, a diver, whom we also periodically saw in the diving club, and then, having signed a work contract in Australia, he went there.

“Shalom! How are you guys? I don’t know where this Bulgaria is.
I rented a trailer and decided to see the entire coast of Australia, go round it around, because this is an island. I am now in the desert, it is fantastically beautiful here, although I am afraid of snakes and poisonous insects. But, unfortunately, no one needs diving here, so I’m looking for a remote job through a friend. You too ? If you are interested, then of course, I will throw off the information for you …”

David, a short Israeli, originally from Argentina, a diver who also worked in diving club “A” before. In his Facebook profile, we saw the whereabouts of Mainz, Germany and naively thought that he might have also left Eilat and called him.
“Hi guys! Glad to you!
Yes. I am in Germany, in Mainz, my friend helped me with paperwork and moving, you probably remember her, she came to “A” and lived in the “Sweet” room.
I chose Mainz because it is a quiet small town, inexpensive housing, I pay only 400 euros for my room, and unemployment benefits that I get is 1800 euros, the food here is much cheaper than in Israel, especially in the “Lidl” chain of stores, where I constantly buy all the food I need and spend no more than 10 euros a day on them.

The city is very clean and calm, and next to Frankfurt am Main, 20 kilometers away, where there is a huge airport and a high-speed comfortable train to Amsterdam, I want to go there. Everyone treats me well, in general I am satisfied with everything and glad that I left.
Now I want to go to college, but for now I want to find an Internet job so that I do not constantly depend on the payment of benefits. My friend went to Amsterdam just for this, in a couple of days he will return, I think there will be news, and of course, I will share it with you, because I understand well how difficult it is for you without money in a foreign country, and in addition, I remember that you they were always attentive to me and what a delicious borscht your mother cooked.” – a voice identical to the voice of David told us.

“Yes, David, thanks. We are so happy for you. And we really need a job, thank you, looking forward to your friend’s return.”

“Yaron, I am very glad that David left, he somehow did not find a worthy use for himself in Eilat, I think that in Mainz he is much better. And with work, can really something work out, do you think?”

“I think we should try. We will be in touch with him, Avner and Ziv, maybe there will be some option.”

“What if it’s just fakes again?”

“Why do you think so, they all give so many real details?”

“We must think that the fake knows them too.”

“Those versions of the events in Istanbul and Eden were some extreme, but here people tell the usual real everyday details that seem logical. Maybe this is really them?”

“And why so many fake conversations at all, what is their purpose?
You understand?”


“Me too”

“Yes, Yaron, we have to admit that we again “stepped on the same pitchfork “, starting to hope that with the help of friends, we will still solve the problem of finding a suitable job, while … having spent a month on many hours of daily empty conversations .. We did not understand that we are again … floundering in a fake web. How can we get out of it?
And why were all these stories?”

A paranormal intrigue.

“Yaron, do you have a feeling that something strange is going on?
Look, why is there so much water on the floor?
Okay, what can I do, I’ll take a mop and a rag in the yard and try to wipe it off.
Yaron, did you hear this sound as if water splashed? Do you see that it has grown even more?
Yaron, did you hear such a sound now, as if a decanter of water, which is standing next to you, after water was poured out of it, put it back with a noise?”

“No, I was busy and did not notice anything, but the fact that there is more water on the floor is what I really see.”

“Okay, let’s go for a walk.”
“Of course. Come on.”
“Well, it’s easier to walk. Now I’ll put tea. Yaron, you better go to the courtyard, to the gazebo, it’s much nicer in the fresh air than here, and I’ll bring tea there soon.”

“No, it’s more comfortable for me to sit here on the couch, to think.”

The son sat down on the sofa next to the interior door and every half a minute there was a sound as if someone was kicking the door.

“Yaron, again some nonsense is happening, where does the sound come from, as if you periodically kick the interior door?
It is much nicer in the yard and easier to think.
Better go to the gazebo, I’ll bring tea there now. “

“No, I don’t want to, it’s more comfortable for me to sit here on the couch.”

“That’s it, Yaron, tea is ready, let’s go already.”

We went to drink tea in the gazebo, and then, returning to the apartment for plums, I suddenly saw dirty marks from my son’s slippers on the interior door, as if he had really kicked the door.

“Today turned out to be a strange day. Which, incidentally, often happens. I have a feeling that some kind of energy-informational world weaves intrigues in us and wants to set you up, Yaron, so that I and other people perceive you as some kind of inadequate dirty trick and this energy world clearly wants sow discord between us. ”
And you know what, I now involuntarily remembered another case with a peach …
Ouch! What is it? What a strange experience!”

“Oh! – my son’s eyes widened. I have never seen such a thing! It was as if a contact lens had jumped out of your eye.”

Indeed, I did not even bring my hand to my eye, but suddenly I felt the movement of the lens in my right eye and then I felt that the contact lens was on my face.

“Yaron, Yaron, how great! We were clearly shown that all these today’s and not only today’s dirty tricks were not done by YOU. And now THIS ENERGY-INFORMATION WORLD CANNOT HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON WITH YOU and WITH US.
If in the case of the door and the decanter there were still some doubts, then you certainly could not pull the lens out of my eye so that I did not notice it. And all these actions today are ONE ORDER, they are aimed only at ensuring that we GIVE OUR ENERGY and OUR LIFE to that dirty energetic world, and for this it is convenient to sow discord between us and inspire fear, thus depriving us of the opportunity to reasonably think for ourselves, so that we are completely trusted their instructions (like a prohibition on going to the store, etc. see “A paranormal walking to the grocery store”).

And the mechanism for pulling out the lens is similar to the mechanism for regularly closing the door, on the door they simply painted the traces of the soles of your slippers, and the noise from the jug was probably only I heard at all. All they do is just cheap tricks aimed at fooling a person who is usually ignorant of such matters.

And today we have learned a great lesson from the Amazing Life.

Thank you very much!!!

A paranormal walk to the grocery store.

“Yaron, let’s go buy hot lavash in the bakery next to a store on our street, do you want?”

“Yes, I would love to eat it, it’s so delicious!”

“Yaron, listen, what is this strange intermittent beep?
Look, this is again an alarm clock on the phone and on it, like in Eilat and Istanbul, the creeping line. It says here that if you and I go to that store, something unpleasant might happen.”

“Yaron, the note has already disappeared.
What do you think about it?”

“I think it seems that today it is better to do without lavash. Maybe we go for it tomorrow, without going to the store?”


“Yes, Yaron, probably that note was not meaningless.
You and I went to another store of this network and the security guard there looked at us with great disbelief and asked me to open my small handbag, into which even a wallet and our passports could barely fit.

This was the only time in the past few years. What if we went to the same store yesterday? One can only guess …”

A month passed and we needed vegetable oil, which was in the “forbidden” store, but it was Friday, the beginning of Shabbat in Israel, the time when all sorts of paranormal collisions usually begin to occur …

We thought about it …

“Yaron, maybe we buy some other oil? Let’s take another look at what is here, on the shelves of this store?”
No, there is nothing like it.”

“Maybe we can do without it?”

“But the vermicelli tastes bad without it, but we still need oil. Let’s go, let’s get to the store. Do you know the shorter way? I would like to get back to work as soon as possible.”

“Let’s go. I know how to get through.”

“Yaron, you don’t think that we have made a big circle and are already going in direction of our house. It looks like we’ll have to do without oil today, someone fool you. So I think we need to have lunch and get down to business.”

“Alas! It seems so!”

“Yaron, even though today is Saturday, I still suggest you to go to the store and buy some oil.”

“I am somehow not sure, what if some kind of nonsense starts again?”

“We can’t be afraid of everything all the time. Let’s go! We’ll understand everything on the way.”

“Wow, Yaron, did you hear someone sneezed just right at me from a passing car? This is the first time!”

“Yes indeed, because this car and you, as a pedestrian, move at different speeds and so that the person in the car sneezes at the very moment when it passed you, it is certainly amazing.”

“Yaron, Yaron, you saw how the wheel of the car in front fell into a hole and a puddle, and a fountain of dirty poured over them, they even screamed something.”

“Yes, I saw, it was unpleasant. Maybe we still not go to this store?”

“Yaron, they (part of our energy worlds or energy information) are mocking us, staged another performance, I am sure that there is nothing special in this store, they just want us to listen to them in everything.”

“Why do they need it?”

“Thus, they receive our energy and do not allow us to develop.
Do you hear someone screaming loudly now? Everything is the same, the same techniques, they just keep us in an addiction based on fear, in this fake web that must disintegrate so that we can live and communicate with people and give and gift them the knowledge that we we have.”

“You may be right, Maayan. We are already at the store. Well, are we going in?”

“Of course. Look, there is nothing very uncomfortable here and I feel a kind of relief that we came here.
We got to be in such slavery that the elementary question of whether to go to the store is solved at us almost like in Shakespeare’s Hamlet “To be or not to be?”

“Yes, really hilarious!”

But any event, Yaron, always has several sides, it is always multidimensional. On the other hand, it is in this store that I often feel, standing at the checkout counter, how hard it is to breathe, and look, we wanted to go down another street and exited to the office of the funeral agency. Of course, this is a production, but it still shows that the note also has a rational grain and that place contains a very heavy, if not to say more, information, so if we need to buy something one-time, we can go there, but for regular purchases it is better to choose a store located in a more comfortable place. Is not it?”

“I agree with you.”

“Look, the car of the funeral agency passed us? What did you feel? Me too. Yes, some fear stirred in my chest. You understand this is interconnected. On the one hand, we warned, on the other, we are kept under control, and on the third, our fears are increased, contribute to the growth of negative energy information structures.
Only those who inside us lead us in the right direction, but they do not arrange performances, do not write notes and do not speak in anybody’s voices, we can only feel them and try, by possibility, to be on the same wavelength with them.”

“You may be right, Maayan!
How amazing and completely yet unknown is Life”

A paranormal rain

“Yaron, I really want sunny weather! It’s been raining here every day for a month now, and it’s so sad to look at this cloudy sky.”

“Yes, I also thought that there are much more sunny days in Batumi.”

“Do you know that maybe today is just one of them. Look, the sun is shining, can we go for a little walk?
True, it’s a pity to take away time from work, but we also need to refresh our thoughts.”

“Of course I’m happy. Come on!”

“Yaron, look now, not a single cloud in the sky. Great! But you noticed … that something is dripping? How can this be?”

“Yes, I noticed it too, and I don’t understand it either!”

“Is it rain or something … paranormal again???
Look at the pavement, no raindrops are visible.”

“Yes, really, you can’t see it. Look, Maayan, here’s a puddle, let’s see if drops will fall into it?”

“I agree! But I don’t see a single one, and it seems to have stopped dripping from above. Maybe it was still flowing from some air conditioner?”

“I do not know. Let’s go further, what to stand near this puddle?”

“Of course, let’s go!”

“Yaron, you notice that again something is dripping from above, and there is not even a cloud in the sky either.”

“Yes, I noticed that.”

“It turns out that this little rain is just for us. What do you think is the reason? Maybe with the fact that yesterday you and I made a decision about positive changes in our life and it seems to help us wash away something unnecessary for the further continuation of the path?”

“I think this is a very plausible version.”

“Well, thanks! So today we got VIP rain or paranormal rain, Yaron.”

“How amazing and unique this Life is!”

Paranormal everyday life. Season 2. Episode 1. The Paranormal Scam. Part 3.

“Hi, guys! You know, I’m very worried. Adam is missing. He boarded a ship a day earlier than me, sailing through the port of Eilat to Africa in Mombasa. And for several days now I have not been able to get through to him,” Ariel told us with a longing in his voice.

“Yaron, what could have happened to him? Maybe he just lost his phone? Let’s try to call him too.”

We dialed Adam’s number on Whatsapp and heard that someone answered.

“Shalom, Adam!”- my son greeted.

“But this is not Adam at all. There is a man answering in an incomprehensible language and I do not understand what he is saying,” my son told me.

“Strange! Let’s try to ask him about our friend, maybe he will say something.”

“Good afternoon! Please call Adam!” – we asked.

“Snip-snip” answered the voice on the phone and from there came sounds like a knife being sharpened. “Snip-snip”

“Where is Adam? Please call him,” we asked again, and in response we heard that the knife was being sharpened even more intensively than before. “Snip-snip”, “Snip-snip”, “Snip-snip”.

“Yes, Yaron, somehow all this is strange and joyless. I hope that he is alive and well and this is just some nonsense.”

“Yaron, the phone is ringing! Look, there’s a strange number. Someone is calling from the Republic of Chad in Central Africa. Who could it be?


We literally shuddered with joy when we heard his adrenaline-filled voice on the phone.

“Hello! Guys, don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m alive and well, I’m in the desert, it’s very beautiful here, I’m driving around the Sahara in a car with Bedouins. I boarded a ship sailing to Kenya, to Mombasa in the port of Eilat.

I hurried away and did not make inquiries about it. And in vain! When we had already sailed, I was surprised to find that this is a rather strange vessel. First of all, I was surprised that all the sailors on the ship were very large, huge men from Africa, just giants with a height of 7 to 8 feet and weighing more than 400 pounds.

We were very worried about him, but one day there was a call from an unknown number from the Republic of Chad in Central Africa. And we shuddered with joy when we heard Adam’s voice filled with adrenaline on the phone.

“Hello! Guys, don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m alive and well, I’m in the desert, it’s very beautiful here, I ride across the Sahara in a car with Bedouins.

I boarded a ship sailing to Kenya, to Mombasa in the port of Eilat. I was in a hurry to leave and did not inquire about it. But I should have!

As we sailed away, I was surprised to find that all the sailors on the ship were very large, just huge men from Africa, ranging from 7 to 8 feet tall and weighing over 400 pounds.

The conditions for normal life on the ship were completely absent. During the day, it was heated like a frying pan in the sun, there was a terrible heat, stuffiness and there was not even normal drinking water and any other food except stew, an incredible number of cans of which the sailors ate every day and drank 40 cans of beer for each. These amazing Africans just amazed me, I’ve never seen such huge people before, and they didn’t even sweat in the sun. I was scared when I accidentally saw that they were carrying contraband goods, and many other strange things that were happening on the ship . In addition, these giants began to show too much interest in my person and I realized that this trip might not end well. And I decided to run. One day, when the ship was cruising near the shore, with the approach of the dark time of day, I made an attempt to bribe the sentry.

He, after thinking about it, agreed, but asked for a considerable sum for not noticing my departure – 500 thousand Kenyan shillings.

I wrote him a check and he let me go. And, relying on the will of God and the skill of a freediver, I jumped from the ship into the sea. I swam for a long, very long time, but the sea helped me, I felt its support and I managed to swim safely to the shore, which I could not see in the dark, but it was something like a desert.

I was afraid of poisonous snakes and predatory animals that go out at night in the desert to hunt, so I decided to wait for the morning, standing near the water’s edge.

And when the sun rose, I saw an incredibly majestic and boundless desert. I realized that it was Sahara. I had no idea where to go and went where my eyes were looking.

I was barefoot and as the sun approached the zenith, the sand became more and more hot and burned my feet more and more. So I walked about 25 miles.

In fact, I could have walked a hundred miles and not met anyone, but a real miracle happened, I met Bedouins who decided to drive a car through the desert.

I was madly thirsty,they gave me water, gave me clean clothes and took me on a trip, although I do not know where we are now,but they treat me like a brother and promise to take me to some port. I still want to get to Mexico…”

Adam’s voice trembled with indescribable sensations…

And many more people and many more stories…

We were just in the maelstrom of events happening to our friends and acquaintances, experiencing them together with them and trying to help them at least in some way. And in these conversations, day after day passed, and we did not even think about our own situation and how we ourselves could live on, that we simply continued to get entangled in the fake web more and more.

We wanted to go outside the huge and crowded Istanbul, to Antalya, Dalaman or just outside the city to calmly think about and analyze the situation, but we were constantly waiting for the arrival of one or another of our friends…

True, we understood that something was wrong here, all these stories were very strange, but we also did not understand what the trick was here, and we believed them since almost every one of them gave in his story such details that NO one could know except for us and him and maybe a few other people, and because in our head there was no idea that the voice of a person we knew may not be HIM WHO is talking, or even a person or robot at all. Who was talking to us then?

For a long time we did not realize that we were not talking to these people or even to people in general, although the timbre and intonation of the voice that we heard from the phone were exactly the same as those of our friends.

But at some point, the events they described seemed too incredible to us and we realized that all these conversations could not be with real people.

And even now, more than a year after our departure, we have not been able to contact any real person from Eilat.

And the only thing that we realized is that none of them had gone anywhere and was not going to leave and did not know about our departure, and that we did not talk about leaving with any of them in Eilat, and after our departure we did not talk with any of them.