I know practically nothing about my father and his work, it all happened in my absence, because as I wrote above, the communication gap was 22 years, not taking into account small splashes in rare correspondence and snippets in the form of 2 meetings. According to today’s standards, we have lived in different countries. He in Ukraine, I in Russia. We met and started communicating closely in Israel when I was 24 at the time. What amazed me then was the strange activity of those who surrounded him. Everyone, from retirees to millionaires, including the famous ones. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing and most importantly, how? People sit in the waiting room in his office, holding bills with money in their hands. No one doubts that this is exactly the case and that it is right. At that time, I was quite young and I was not allowed to go to “real” work. And then it began, two-three-four hours of meditation to solve someone’s problems, from health to the sale of apartments, business support, problem solving in relationships, and so every day to explore, seek solutions – solutions. And then the first disorder in the head – where to take money for life? And again – return to the old dorms – plant, machinery, screws, career growth.

Everything is fine, knowledge of working with energy helps me to develop and grow in the conventional sphere instead of the usual 5 – 7 years, only 2 years. Access to key positions in one of the large companies of the defense complex and again internal dialogue – and what then? Where to go? Understanding – which then ended – there was only a routine, a daily routine – getting up, working, going home, sleeping. Occasionally a nominal trip to the sea, nature, kebabs and monotonous conversations about the illusions of the good life. Apartment on mortgage, car on credit. And that is all. No perspective. At that time, I did not understand that perspective is not a material realization of needs, but something else.

And so one day my father came with Marina Kaganovičová (she was already his partner in the company at the time) to visit in a new car. Tired look, poor face. We sat and had lunch. He took me aside and said: kinedr “see” what is wrong with my bronchi. At that moment, it was as if a space had opened up and I saw a clear picture – cancer! It was not clear to me then what this would lead to. They left, and next time he didn’t call until a year later and said one word – come on.

They fought for their lives every day, from morning to evening and at night. Marina and I, as well as the doctor he once helped solve problems in life. At this point, we must pay tribute to the power of his spirit, continue consultations (by phone), set people time and work as if he simply had no problems. Then the deterioration – the hospital, the examination, the confirmation of the diagnosis I told him about a year ago.

It would seem to be the standard procedure to examine the lungs under a general 10-minute anesthesia. My father calls me and asks: well, look, am I coming back from there? Slight confusion on my part – which is such for about 10 minutes of anesthesia. I didn’t get up, I checked through meditation – the elevator is one way. We did mental and energetic preparation for 10 minutes, until in the vision it seemed to me that the way back was ready and he could return from there. The procedure began, Marina and I were sitting in the hallway. Doctors started running 10 minutes later. Another 5 minutes passed, the rescuer ran. Then I understand that he got stuck between the worlds. There was a clear vision that it was necessary to take his hands and pull him out. I enter a meditative state, an image of my father appears and they say – pull. I grabbed his mental projection with all my might and began to pull. Suddenly a clear understanding that everything is no longer needed. The image has disappeared.

A few minutes later, the doctor comes, takes us to his office and says – he’s dead. 20 minutes passed, there is no point in continuing resuscitation, we tried everything, including electric shock. I’m saying – he needs another 2 minutes, he didn’t die, now he’ll come back from the circle and come to life. The doctor’s confused and skeptical face looked at me as if at a man without reason. After 2 minutes, the anesthesiologist runs up and says – outside of him, the heart has started. I’m saying – well, and you said he died.

They took him to a ward connected to an artificial respirator. I sat by his bed all night meditating to give him more time, at least to finish things on the ground. His phantom, which was sitting on the bed, appeared to Nadranam. I’m saying, how did you decide? Are you staying or leaving? I did not get an answer, but I clearly heard dialogue, his thoughts, reflections, analyzes in my head. As if considering options. Suddenly in the morning I heard the need to finish what was unfinished. The phantom stood at its full height and sank into the body, but sank face down. The body lies face up and the astral body enters face down. At that moment, he jerked, helping him turn over in a mental projection, so everything matched, and as soon as he finished, he opened his eyes. I realized it wasn’t the end. I called the doctors. They disconnected him from the device. The doctor called me to the office and said – he has a few days left and asks me not to go to the charlatans.I told him that I was the charlatan, and that he could put his opinion in one place and that he would not have a few days left, and I am doing everything I can to make it happen. After this clinical death, there were doctors’ procedures, we worked on the problem for a month. The disease subsided and I returned to the factory. Six months of life during this period was very busy. Everything seems to be fine, but the time to close the cases has apparently begun and the last 2 weeks we have been sitting and closing all the channels, all the connections, it is clear that we are talking about mental projections, not physical connections.

Once we were sitting in my wife’s workshop, the phone rang, my father mumbled something to it, I didn’t understand anything, and an hour later there was another call and they said he was gone. We were all in a hurry there.

Then everything in order, a funeral, a memorial, relatives with whom I had practically not communicated before, a cheap division of property in which I decided not to participate.

In Israel, it is customary to sit at home 7 days after the deceased. At this time, acquaintances, friends, colleagues come to express their condolences. So on the 2nd day I sit and understand that I am not alone in the room. I looked around, entered a state of altered consciousness – a strong light phantom of energy sits opposite on the sofa, I understand internally – father! Silence, as usual, he gestured to me – sit down opposite, I’ll give you the information. For 3 days I sat in such an income of huge, powerful streams of information, energy, knowledge. Everything went straight to the head in concentrated blocks. When it was all over, an offer came to join forces. Now imagine – 2 souls in one body. Wisdom, knowledge, power and a new, relatively young body! One more detail – I was 33 at the time. But it is so, by the way. From that moment on, a new chapter in my life begins – I became what I am today.