Objects (strange as it may seem) can store information about their owners, and this "information" is especially strong when the object was or became at some time an artifact found by people, collectors.
There are many real cases where the owners of these found items can manifest themselves, or the "energy" from the object will begin to affect the new owner. There is a category of people who are keen on archeology, well, if for scientific purposes, and there are "black diggers" who dig in order to find treasure, gold, valuables or objects that in a certain market have a sufficient price, even sometimes up to several million conventional monetary units.
Jewelry stood and stands in this row the most iconic and mystical. A ring, bracelet, tiara, earrings, or chain can change the life of a new owner forever if this person starts to wear it and consider it his own, especially if this jewelry was associated with a deceased person, at the time of death this object was on this person and still possesses a certain energy, of which the person has no idea.
There is a procedure for "cleansing" found objects, but it is not always effective, because prayer, ablutions in holy water, acids and other media will not harm the information, which has a completely different physical level.
It is said that objects have memory. This is the very real truth.
I once had one unpleasant episode in my life, after which I stopped doing something...
1998, winter, city of Bryansk, kids in the yard were kicking some iron, playing "voynushka". I was coming back home from the store with food or from work - I don't remember exactly. They had already all run home, as it was getting late, I looked at what they were kicking, it turned out to be a broken (with a crack) German field helmet, winter, quite massive, painted with light paint. You see these in wartime newsreels when showing German soldiers in winter, when they camouflaged their helmets by painting them white. There were no inner straps (helmet), just a metal helmet. I decided to take it, put it in the basement (closet) to "study", maybe the year of manufacture can be found, in the closet at that time I had a few things - an iron cross of 1939, which was found while digging a trench, a metal Wehrmacht buckle and a grooved case of gas mask 1944, which was in perfect condition.
It took some time, two years, I guess, for these items to lie in the pantry. One day, when I was studying in Moscow, ATISO, for work, between my study friends, talk about such things, I told my friends that I had them. They asked me to bring them to the next session, it was interesting to them, and in general, as it turned out, all this stuff is sold to collectors on "Gorky"...
I decided that I would bring them. When it was time to get ready for the next study session, I decided to "touch up" a little - to paint this helmet, since there was green paint. This is where the "pranks" began. In the evening, when I went down into the basement, opened my closet (there was light, a table, paint ...), began to sandpaper the helmet, removing the old paint - suddenly I see that in the gap between the walls of the closet to me the eye looks at some person, and the face was even visible, high cheekbones, gray-earth skin color, light blond hair, a little reddish, dark eyebrows ...
The gap was wide enough, about five or six centimeters, maybe... I was dumbfounded by what I saw and decided to put my helmet on the table... cautiously came out of the closet and decided to look at this man - who could it be? After all, there couldn't have been anyone else in the basement but me! I was alone there - 100%, because the padlock (padlock) I opened by myself...
I went out, sneaking on tiptoe from my pantry, and cautiously, leaning on the wooden walls of the neighbor's pantries, I looked into the corridor between the sections of pantries, where there was this gap between the boards ...
There stands and looks at me... a tall thin man wearing some kind of cloak, a tarpaulin (like a cloak tent), he had already turned completely to me... his face was strange, his eyes were dark, I could almost not see his eyes. The light was quite dim, this corridor was illuminated by a basement window, which was dirty. There was no light bulb in this hallway, or it had burned out long ago.....
Then this object turned its back to me and "sailed away" into the darkness of the corridor, almost into the darkness, as if it had dissolved into it.
That's when I got really scared.
I ran out without even closing the basement, but after a while I went in with a powerful flashlight, examined everything, and there was no one there. I locked the doors, took all the artifacts out of the storage room and put them in a bag to take back to Moscow.
At the market near the Gorbunov Cultural Center they almost snatched it from me... then when I sold it I realized that I could have sold it for several times as much... I bought something for my little daughter and wife, and there was still some money left over.
After that the desire to collect such things disappeared.
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