Эльза Э. (Elza E.)

My name is Elsa. I was born with the memory that we are not living our first life. Throughout my life, real miracles have happened to me, including several mystical experiences and cardiac arrest. I'll start with the most striking episode. It happened right after my mother's death. She was the meaning of my life. When she left, I lived through the darkest night of my soul. I wanted to die. I pushed myself to the brink. My heart beat in an irregular rhythm for a long time. One day, at the peak of my suffering, I came home, sat on the bed, and felt exhausted. My heart began racing, and a bright light flashed in my head. Then my heart stopped. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on my bed watching TV. The transition was so fast I didn’t realize I was in another reality. A New Year’s concert played on TV. I immediately knew it was the new year. The curtain on the screen shimmered with golden threads, filling me with peace, then unrestrained joy. A young singer in a golden dress appeared, her hair glowing. As she sang, I was enveloped in a love I had never known. It filled every cell of my being. I felt unbridled happiness, like a child overjoyed to be alive on this planet of unconditional love. This infinity cannot be described, only experienced. Images of my childhood, moments of endless happiness, flashed before me. Time disappeared. Suddenly, I felt a presence that I think of as the higher powers. I heard words, or rather thoughts, transmitted telepathically by guardian angels. As they spoke, the love and happiness grew overwhelming. I laughed with joy, shouting to my sister, whom I remembered at that moment, "It turns out there are no tears in love! Why didn’t we know this before?" One angel said, "When you return, you will remember this. Tell your sister too. You choose the wrong feelings for life. Choose love and joy every morning. That’s the only way to truly live. Don’t carry any other feelings with you." I didn’t want to return. I was home, in a place where I was truly loved. I clung to that light. The angels showed me more, but I couldn’t remember it. There was also a life review, but only of happy moments. In the end, I saw my entire life as one continuous moment of joy. The light began fading, and I clung harder. Then, suddenly, I was back in my body, gasping for air. The sorrow of returning from that world of love to this world of suffering was immense. I lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, shaking and cold. Gradually, I calmed down and processed what had happened. This experience wasn’t unexpected. I had read about near-death experiences and had other mystical encounters. The second story involves moving to a parallel world. After this, I worried I might have a brain tumor. One night, I woke up and went to the bathroom. The kitchen door, with its stained-glass window, was closed. My mother slept on the couch inside. I peeked through the glass to check on her, saw she was asleep, and went to the bathroom. Suddenly, the door opened. My mother looked in and said, "Oh, sorry, I thought no one was here." The door closed, and I heard her leave. Seconds later, I stepped out and looked through the stained glass again. My mother was still asleep in the same position. The next morning, I asked if she had gone to the bathroom. She said she had slept soundly all night. I was shocked. Soon after, something similar happened in broad daylight. I was working at my office computer when a coworker’s husband walked in, greeted me, asked where his wife was, and left to find her. Minutes later, the same woman passed by. I asked if she’d seen her husband. She looked surprised and said he was stuck in traffic. Then he walked in again, in different clothes, and greeted me once more, explaining he had just arrived after being stuck in traffic. Again, I wondered if I had a brain tumor. Another incident was a true miracle. I bought a unique silver cross with azure blue decorations from a church 100 km from Moscow. A few days earlier, a close friend had passed away. After church, my friends and I changed clothes at an apartment before heading back to Moscow. I removed the cross and placed it on the nightstand, certain I had put it back on before leaving. On the way home, I kept thinking about its beauty. When I arrived, I realized it was missing. I called my friends, but they couldn’t find it. Desperate, I spoke to my deceased friend, asking for help. I also prayed to God. Almost automatically, I decided to make tea. I emptied the old leaves from the kettle, rinsed it. I opened the lid to add fresh tea, only to find my cross inside. Another story involves shifting to a parallel world. On a sunny day, I sat by a river in a park, having just left the water. I closed my eyes and was instantly transported to another version of my life. I was in the same park, wrapped in absolute happiness and love. In this life, I was happily married. We had come with friends, also married. In an instant, I lived through holidays, the birth of our children, and joyful gatherings. I cried from happiness, grateful for the time left to live in this love. Then, the light and feelings faded. I opened my eyes. Only a minute had passed, yet I had lived an entire lifetime. Another experience happened on a plane. As we prepared to land, I closed my eyes and found myself walking down the ramp. Two incredibly tall, handsome elders stood at the bottom, offering their hands as if to a princess. Their deep blue eyes radiated kindness. I felt their love and protection, realizing I never needed to fear anything. As I touched their hands, a wave of love surged through me. Then, the plane landed, and I opened my eyes. Another time, my mother and I picked berries in the forest, 9 km from home. On the return trip, we covered the distance in just 9 minutes, though we took the same path. As a child, I knew I wasn’t living my first life. Once, while lying in the grass, a bee buzzed near my face. I repeated "bee" until it became a long, nonsensical word. Suddenly, the bee vanished from my mind, and I understood that letters and words carry meaning, forming infinite sentences. The word "Sanskrit" popped into my head, though I didn’t yet know its meaning. At five, my sister and I sat on a rooftop, discussing the future. We predicted reading a book written by a girl our age. It was a book about nature, family, and love. At age 19, we found that book, sold to us by the author herself near the subway. Before a trip to Italy, I closed my eyes at the airport and found myself amid a disaster there. I saw waves sweeping people away, a volcano erupting, and fires raging. My family was pulled into the sea, and soon, I was too. But the wave beneath me solidified, carrying me to safety. A voice said, "I created all you see. If you need saving, I’ll turn water to stone. Go without fear." I opened my eyes and boarded the plane unafraid. Once, while listening to music, I found myself in a golden palace, drawn to an opera singer’s performance. The melody immobilized me with its love and power. When I opened my eyes, my headphones were silent. These experiences were mystical, miraculous, and changed my worldview. I now wake and sleep in happiness, feeling connected to others. I dream of a unified world, where Russia becomes a beacon of goodness for all.