Yesterday I opened the book again. Over the past 19 years I have read hundreds of books and thousands of articles on the topic that interests me - Does a person's soul exist after the death of his body?
Until the age of 30, I was a convinced atheist and my parents were atheists. I read a lot of scientific literature and loved to argue with religious opponents on the topic of religion. But how unpredictable is the fate of a person. Once, in 2006, I was reading a book by neurophysiologist, academician Natalia Bekhtereva and came across one chapter - "Through the Mirror".
In this chapter, Natalia Bekhtereva, a renowned scientist and leading neurophysiologist of the USSR, shares unexplained cases from her practice and a personal story of an encounter with the inexplicable. I was shocked after reading this chapter. I started looking for information. I hardly slept for several nights, my inner world turned upside down - "what if this is true, I thought".
Every day and every week I discovered miracles around me. It was the most unusual period in my life. I gradually changed my worldview from no eternal soul 100%/there is an eternal soul 0% to 5%/95%.
After I reread a bunch of text on this topic, I began to share my thoughts with my close friends. And lo and behold, my friends (mostly women) had many inexplicable cases in their lives - prophetic dreams, predictions of clairvoyants.
My friend's wife told me that a fortune teller told her when she was 18 that she would have 3 husbands with the same name Andrey and that they would all be military men. Many years later, I saw confirmation of this. Perhaps she programmed herself for such a life, but most likely it was something else.
I started paying attention to signs and some unlikely coincidences in life. And one case just struck me with its improbability:
My wife and I are from small towns with a population of 15 thousand people. When we moved to the capital with a population of 2 million people, we had a son, and 7 years later he went to first grade. One day my wife came home from school and told me that there was a first-grader in our class whose parents came from her small town.
- Cool! - I said. There are 300 schools and 1000 first grades in our city. And then a boy came from a town with 2 schools and ended up in our class.
- Wait! That's not all... said my wife. This boy is the grandson of my mother's friend (my mother died 15 years ago). They always worked together and dreamed out loud that their grandchildren, when they were born and grew up, would go to first grade together.
After these words, I thought about something more than the existence of the soul after the death of the body. I have been thinking about our thoughts and actions throughout our lives.
My grapes in June are reaching for the light. Perhaps our souls also have the law of attraction, only they are reaching for the inner light, invisible to our eyes, but which our heart feels.
