“It would be good to wither meat and to leave to our families because if we leave cattle, then others will get it”.
People hurried to slaughter the cattle, slightly dried meat a little and all together carried in the cave. It is time to protect the fatherland. The second war, as well as told my grandfather, was much more terrible and more ruinous, than the First one. From all directions people died. There was no day that someone’s mother didn’t begin to wail. Fellows villager agreed to expose guards and under protection to process the earth. In some places, there were several hens that cackled, followed by a dozen chickens. There were also several goats which in the absence of people absolutely ran wild. Sometimes, when Albanians through the pass Chakor came to plunder, our peasants took refuge in the cave, trying that nobody learned about their vital shelter.
In laborious work passed year after year. All houses in the village were burned by either the German soldiers, or different bandits and robbers, but nobody managed to learn about the cave. Thus, the elderly, women and children were saved from military pogroms. While many of the elderly and weakened children did not wait for the end of the war. Many of our warriors, soldiers from our edge laid down life on fields of battles. At the end of this whirlwind of the war, which lasted for five years, from the whole battalion of soldiers which left to protect the fatherland, only fifteen people have returned.
All together they started over again processing the earth and to recover the homeland. Children, adults and old men fairly helped each other, especially for the families, which were left without supporter. The grief slowly was forgotten, a new generation was born. Children filled in houses again. There came time of poverty and hunger. Tito and Communist Party of Yugoslavia came to power. Brotherhood and unity. Suddenly we became brothers with those who plundered recently and killed our families. Laws were passed that many did not like, but the people could change nothing. Many of people died after war if they complained on system of the power in case of Tito.
Except many other decrees, all fortunetellers and clairvoyants were obliged to be registered. So, my grandfather was forced to hide his capabilities and a gift of clairvoyance. They didn’t disappear, but he began to apply them in other direction. The virgin nature and fixed inflow of net energy created by the place, where he lived, made so that his force repeatedly increased. Then he paid attention to development of opportunities of his brain which to him as to the Elect, grandfather left in inheritance. He began to apply these capabilities to different herbs, to look for in their combination medicinal properties from many diseases. He examined each grass till several hours, and then either rejected, or postponed and wrote down recipes of medical ointments which were prompted by his consciousness.
There passed days and years, and he laboriously worked, constituted recipes of medical creams and ointments curing serious illnesses. In addition to the ointment recipes, he daily exercised in the development of the brain. Because of a lack of communication with people, he was forced to make the animal experiments. Many times, I was surprised by successes he obtained. Then he began to write down how many times he wasn’t able to receive desirable result in case of impact on consciousness of an animal within a month. In the first months it was one, two, the most bigger three times. And then few years in a row achieved absolute results.
Then he began to come secretly to a market, where always populously and to test the strength in public. He used to come into a tavern to have dinner and directly would direct the force to the waiter. So, the waiter begins to carry food and drinks to people who ordered nothing of that kind. When the owner of a tavern is absolutely overstrung, he switches to him and the owner begins to serve dissatisfied guests. Complete of self – confidence, with words of an apology the owner is engaged in servicing and when also he is mistaken, people begin to laugh loudly and don’t pay attention to what is brought to them anymore. Then grandfather direct the energy to that visitor who drinks only juice and the person begins to behave as if he was the most boozer in the world. People laugh even stronger, but nobody can understand, who the initiator of these jokes is. It happened to send his energy to a person so he could read those thoughts. It was new and very interesting feeling. He began to develop this ability. At first there was no absolute success. But then he achieved outstanding results and could read thoughts of anyone to whom his energy was directed. He could not only read their thoughts, but also to order to execute his desire.
Even more often the grandfather became to train a capability to speak by others voice, without opening a mouth. He enhanced force of suggestion and when he began to think of any people, in couple of days they came to him to visit. They didn’t know for what reason, but they said that a certain force made them to visit him.
He couldn’t forget how, being in the monastery, he directed the force of consciousness to a stick which flogged the lord. Then the stick as all attendees noted, itself escaped from hands and began to beat the owner. At that moment, nobody could think that the pulled – out stick and blows which fell upon the lord’s back, case of the ailing boy who stood tiered before them. He continued to be engaged by this. He began to move and lift objects in air without touching them. He practiced and believed that only in such a way he could achieve this result. With improbable persistence, he tried to achieve the objectives which the human mind also didn’t guess that those exist especially as they are feasible.
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There is another story about my grandfather.
Here it is necessary to mention my grandmother Dzhurdzha. She was a sister of my grandfather and mother of my mother Dara. My grandfather lived in the village of Velika, and grandmother married and lived to Levosha. This beautiful village was situated in Kosovo. It was placed between the mountains Voluyka and Paklina, over the monastery Patriarshiya’s Oven[12] and was a final rest place of travelers who through the Rugovsky gorge went to Montenegro.
There was such a custom to give a part of family property to the female, if her life was hard. As I have already spoke, for several years prior to war, when their parents were buried and made all last put ceremonies, the grandfather told to my grandmother:
“Listen, Dzhurdzha, we were left without parents, but for us they are as alive and healthy. Thanks God we will begin to live fraternally in peace and friendship and with love to each other till alive. My little sister, time of wars and death comes. Doors of this house are always open for you and it is your house too. I know, sister, that during life our parents didn’t divide this property between us. Now we were left without them, but we are brother and sister so I want to call the head of the village. I and you, in the presence of other witnesses, we will divide this property left to us by parents”.
“Well, brother, as you wish. Then call the head and two witnesses and we will make as you told”.
People came and grandfather explained to them that he called them and to be present at the section of a manor between him and his sister Dzhurdzha. However, grandmother told:
“Listen people. I know that there are enough sisters who take a part of economy from their brothers. For this purpose, my brother called you, but I want that all of you heard my words and couldn’t confute them. I don’t want to take fatherly inheritance a crumb from my brother”.
Nobody spoke a word, and she continued:
“My brother, you say that hard times are coming. If something happens to me, don’t let it happen, My God, then look after my daughters as at your children, and as for the earth, let the parent inheritance will bring