How to ease the death of a witch. How do witches die and can their death be facilitated? Is it possible to alleviate the suffering of the sorcerer
Hello everyone, my name is Pavel, I'm 22 years old. I live in Ukraine in the city of Makeevka (Donetsk region). Since the age of probably 10, I have had a great interest in mysticism, all sorts of stories and so on, I have a large collection of books on white magic, but though I never did anything like that, but just read it, it’s very interesting to me ...... but now, in principle, this is not about that) This story was told to me by the mother of my 2 friends (they are brothers) about 5 years ago, her name is Olga. So, they lived all together in one big house, a big family - Grandmother, Daughter, Granddaughter (the same Olga who told me this story), her husband and 2 children (my friends) Kirill and Sergey, they were then 5 and 6 years old, they weather. About their grandmother was always bad fame, not only on their street, but throughout the village as a whole, everyone knew that she was a witch and by no means white! And then the moment came when granny had to say goodbye to this world !!!
Now I will continue the story on behalf of OLGA: “- Grandmother was dying very hard and painfully, day 2. She urgently needed to transfer her skill to someone, but no one wanted to accept it, later she began to call her younger grandson Cyril, but I strictly she strictly forbade him to approach her, because she knew what she wanted, because in order to convey her witchcraft, a witch just needs to take a person by the hand and the job is done!
In fact, the skill should be passed only to relatives and only through the female line, but if there is no other way out, then it’s possible for a man. It’s good that one neighbor suggested that we open all the windows and make a hole in the attic, then she says she will leave us, otherwise she it will suffer here for a very long time. So they did. About half an hour later, the granny began to leave this world with wild cries. One day passed. everyone was already asleep, except for me, I kept tossing and turning, in the corridor (there is a very long corridor in the house, like a veranda, with windows) a sconce is on, it always burns at night, if the children suddenly get up to relieve themselves, and now I lie and hear that I my grandmother calls “Lyolayaya, Lyolyayaya”, that’s what my family affectionately calls me.
At first I was taken aback, from fear I felt that even my toes began to go numb ... ... ... then I accidentally look back at the veranda and see that on the opposite wall there is an outline of a coffin, and someone is lying in it. I blew myself up like mad, woke my husband and mother, went out onto the veranda together, the outline did not disappear, everyone can see it, we began to move the furniture, having no idea what could shade it like that, but the shadow never disappeared, is it worth saying that that night, except for the children, no one else slept?!!! So we lived until the morning) All day long everyone went about their business, some slept, some cleaned, the husband was at work.
In the evening, everyone gathered at the same table, ate, I took the children away, and put them to bed, returned to the table, 10 minutes passed, when suddenly a deafening cry of children was heard from the nursery, my heart sank, I broke loose and flew into the room, when I ran in, then I saw that Sergey was sitting on the bed in hysterics, and the younger Kirill was lying on the floor and something was pulling him under the bed by the hand, the strength of his tightening was even visible, and the child was resting and grabbing the leg of the bed. I started shouting Jesus, save me, God, in general, everything that came to my mind, nothing better could come to my mind at that moment, and I began to pull the child back, as soon as I said Save the Lord, my child remained in my arms. All this happened for 30 probably seconds, even the rest of the family did not have time to run to the room.
My mother said that the grandmother would not leave us alone, she was angry with us, she did not pass on her knowledge to anyone, she wants to take someone away! We didn’t sleep that night either, the outline of the coffin was again on the wall, my mother said that it was one of us in it !!! at about two o'clock in the morning, the inexplicable began in the kitchen, some sighs, mumbling, dishes began to beat, but none of us entered the kitchen, we closed the door from the veranda and sat like this all night, as soon as it began to get light, everything was quiet. At 5.30 we went into the kitchen, it seems that no one has cleaned it for 30 years, everything is beaten, the pots and pans that were in the cabinet are now lying on the floor. I can’t convey the horror that we all experienced in those days .It seemed to me that all this could not be, that it was unrealistic ...... but nevertheless it happened here, with me and now. Horror! In the morning I went to our old neighbor, who lived in the countryside for a very long time, I think maybe she knows something, but the neighbor didn’t really know anything, she said, leave food on the table for your grandmother, maybe she wants to eat, since pogrom in the kitchen arranged, maybe it gives you a sign !? I did just that, left everything on the table, and they themselves got together, took the children and left this house for 2 days to the country, since I can’t stand 3 such nights.
After 2 days we returned home, the picture was impressive, everything in the house was scattered and even heavy furniture was moved!!! in the kitchen the same picture and the food all on the floor, which I left. We lit candles, went around the whole house, read prayers, it was getting to the evening, and my hands were already starting to shake from this. But oddly enough, this at night everything was quiet and even there was no outline on the wall. So everything was fine. And after 1 month, my mother died……… now I realized who was in that coffin on the wall!
END And on my own behalf I want to add that I personally know this family, and indeed after the death of the grandmother, her daughter died, a month later. And I also heard from the neighbors that really very strange things happened there. fiction and not a fairy tale, but a reality that happens around us, ordinary mortals) After this story, I began to believe in many things ... ... because everything in the world can be!
Since ancient times, many rituals and rituals have been associated with the death of a witch. It is believed that when the one who collaborated with the dark forces dies, you cannot be near, because you can drag a terrible gift onto yourself.
During their lives, witches sin a lot, because it is with their help that rites and rituals are performed associated with evil spirits, damage, curses, and love spells.
How a witch dies, not everyone knows. Unlike common man, the one that is associated with evil spirits, dies painfully and hard. In the old days the house dying witch nailed down tightly and no one was present at the time of her death nearby. Sometimes people heard wild cries and screams for several days and nights in a row. But, if a witch passes her gift before death, then she dies easily and quickly, without suffering.
It is believed that just before death, the souls of those whom the witch ruined come to her. It is the souls of the innocently killed that make the sorceress suffer torment. Even the dying witch was never approached and nothing was served to her. The sorceress felt the approach of the end and tried to ease her last moments by trying to transfer her dark power to another person, even if he was against it. And along with the power, she passed on all the sins for the created damage, curses and love spells. Not infrequently, when she was guilty of the death of a person and not one. People unknowingly took responsibility for everything created by a stranger and after death they were held accountable for other people's sins at the judgment of God.
There is also a version that the life of a dying witch is supported by entities that served her and performed menial work. These spirits and demonic beings do not want to be left without their mistress, therefore they support her body, increasing torment and suffering.
So how to ease the death of a witch and protect yourself from terrible gift or curses on their last legs? This question interests many people. In the old days, in order for the spirit of the sorceress to leave the body faster, men dismantled the roof of the house or lifted the ridge on which the roof slope was installed. It was believed that in a confined space the sinful soul could not find a way out and therefore was in no hurry to leave the body.
But all these measures are good if the witch lives in a private house and it is possible to dismantle the roof slope. But for those who live in an apartment, dying is much harder, because you can’t make out the concrete ceiling. But even in this situation, you can help a dying person. To do this, open windows and doors throughout the apartment. Those entities that were assistants to the sorceress leave through these peculiar portals. And with the departure of the evil spirits that served the dying, her torment decreases.
It is also necessary to close all the mirrors in the dwelling of the dying woman so that the witch does not go into the looking glass and does not harm the people who will live in the house or apartment after her death.
Even in the old days, it is possible to alleviate the death throes of a witch with the help of a spindle, which is made of aspen. The spindle must be new. It was given into the hands of a dying woman and the woman had to speak out all her sins and terrible deeds on this thing. After that, the spindle had to be broken in half and burned in the fire. Only spruce paws had to be used to build a fire. After the spindle burned out, the witch calmly and without torment breathed out.
In order for the death of a person to come as quickly as possible, the room in which the dying person is located must be fumigated with incense. This smell is unpleasant and terrible for dark entities that do not want to leave their mistress and prolong her life.
Not all people know how witches die. It's a long and scary process. If possible, it is desirable to facilitate the departure of a sinful soul, but at the same time one must be wary of the transfer of terrible witchcraft power.
And sorcerers have long existed on earth. Their life was shrouded in mystery, people were afraid of them, but often came to them for help. After all, a witch is really able to give a person what he wants. The soul of a witch is in the power of the devil, communicating with demons through special rites, she receives necessary knowledge for your predictions.
Physically, people with supernatural powers, just as common as the rest. That is, they go through the main life stages in exactly the same way: birth, maturation, aging. However, death is not easy for them. There are many stories about the death of famous witches, but they all have a certain pattern.
Giving her soul to the dark forces, the witch, roughly speaking, rents her body to them. Everyone has heard that sometimes psychics and mediums can speak in a voice other than their own. For example, a woman may suddenly growl during the ceremony, say something in a frightening hoarse bass, although such an opportunity is physically absent in her voice. This phenomenon can be traced in people possessed by evil spirits. But witches are also possessed, but their consciousness is able to control their obsession, and the demons living in them are very cunning and resourceful.
How a witch passes on her gift before she dies
When the time comes for a witch to die, her evil spirits need a new "home". This house should be a person who does not mind selling his soul to the devil in order to adopt witchcraft abilities. If such a person is found in advance, then the witch dies calmly, transferring her demonic energy to him. According to eyewitnesses, the successor (usually a young unmarried relative) for some time holds the hand of the old sorceress, who lies in bed, waiting for death. If the witch has no relatives, any daredevil can receive the “gift”, at his own peril and risk. If people from her environment flatly refuse to accept her energy, then the sorceress begins to rage. She pours threats and curses, throws objects, showing superhuman strength.
When no one is around, the witch is doomed to hellish mortal torment. If the witch is very strong, then something very terrible happens to her. She physically feels how her body is covered with ulcers, begins to decompose and rot. But she cannot die, because the demons have nowhere to "relocate", and they keep her. Her own soul is already leaving in afterworld while the body continues to live under the control of the spirits. She becomes something like Baba Yaga from fairy tales.
There are not so many powerful witches, but ordinary bodies still die. But their spirit remains in the house, which inspires a lot of fear. People who know how to ease the death throes of a sorceress are advised to dismantle the ceiling above her head.
I don’t know what happened next, but the girl grew up, and there really were rumors that she was doing witchcraft: stealing milk from cows, catching up spoilage and even taking their fetus from pregnant women. The people did not like her, the children threw stones at the house, and the adults were simply afraid.
This is how her whole life went. Being quite advanced in age and lying on her deathbed, she was completely alone. And the groans of pain and suffering reverberated around the area for two days, frightening the locals. Everyone was afraid to enter the witch's house. But on the third day, a dozen brave men and the most curious nevertheless gathered and decided to enter and check what was happening there.
Entered. Dried herbs and inverted crosses were merry on the walls, jars of all sorts of liquid were on the table, and dolls made of rags and hair were on the windows. The situation is oppressive. The witch lay on the bed, like a skeleton, and moaned. She could not die and asked for help. (It is believed that a witch cannot die unless a hole is punched in the ceiling and roof.)
My mother is an ethnic German, she was born in Kazakhstan in 1949, she was brought up at home before school, so she only learned Russian at school. Accordingly, he speaks German almost perfectly. My father was born and raised in Ukraine in one of the villages in the Vinnitsa region. In the sixty-sixth, when he was 22, he volunteered to go to Kazakhstan to raise virgin soil, where he met my mother. In September 1968, they got married and immediately left for Ukraine. They wanted to live there.
In the early days, they wanted to get married again according to the church rite, since there was no such opportunity in Kazakhstan. The village is small, everyone knows everything about each other, and during evening family gatherings, my father’s grandmother told my mother about their witch neighbor, who lived two houses away towards the forest - they say, this witch harms both people and pets, and keeps fear most of the inhabitants of the farm. My mother is impressionable, she was frightened, and my father only laughed, saying that all this was nonsense.
No one knew how old the old woman was (her parents said that she looked 90-100 years old, all wrinkled, untidy, but still moved quite cheerfully), where, when exactly and how she appeared in the village, and whether she had relatives (maybe that's why there were rumors that a witch). What she lived on was also incomprehensible: she did not have a garden, as such, and neither did she have cattle. In general, sheer speculation. There were rumors that she could cause damage by order, etched unborn children. No one, of course, confessed, but they did not perform abortions in hospitals (then, in principle, it is clear where the funds for food come from).
In those days when my parents arrived, it was known that the old woman had been seriously ill for a couple of months and very rarely went out into the street. At such moments, she stood at her fence and either silently, intently, angrily looked at those passing by, or cursed everyone on which the light stood and tried to throw something (most often small pebbles or earth). People over time cut through this and, when they saw her at the fence, they went to another street. The most interesting thing is that everyone who ever met her and could more or less see her said that her teeth were extremely well preserved, almost like those of young people, despite her age.
On the day of the wedding (it was the second week after they moved in), my mother went out early in the morning to pray in the garden. She read prayers in German, but she said that she was very quiet, almost to herself. No one standing further than half a meter would be able to make out anything. And now he says: “I open my eyes, and this old woman is standing behind the fence in front of me and looks at me with such anger, and when she saw that I noticed her, how can you yell obscenities at me and curse. Among other things, she shouted: “Why did you come here, non-Russian rubbish?” And how did you know? I stand, at first I couldn’t think of anything, and she put her hand in her pocket, took out something, threw a handful of earth at me and hobbled away. I have tears in my eyes from resentment, the earth is stuck in my hair. I ran to the hut, and there my grandmother (my father's grandmother) just got up and wanted to put the dough, so I told her everything.
And then granny (according to her parents, a very quiet, cozy and calm person) started such a stormy activity! She woke up everyone who was still sleeping, told her mother to close herself in the hallway, undress, put her clothes in a bag, put on a nightgown to the toes and let her hair down. She ordered my father to flood the bathhouse and drowned in the church. She quickly returned with three candles, removed the old cross from the iconostasis, grabbed her mother and a bag of clothes - and went to the bathhouse. She soared for about two hours, washed her head until three candles burned out, and burned a bag of clothes in a bathhouse in a stove. The wedding was at noon, everything went well, in the evening we took a walk at home and went to bed. And at night, my mother became ill, the temperature rose, a strange rash appeared, as if she had been whipped with nettles, only much brighter. She began to rave, trembling all over her body. Her father said she looked so bad, they thought she was going to die. The nearest hospital is 30 kilometers away, there are no cars. They immediately called my great-grandmother, she brewed some tea from her stocks, poured several mugs into it and read prayers over her all night. One and a half to two hours after the onset of the symptoms, everything passed as suddenly as it began, and she fell asleep fairly quickly. In the morning she felt fine and remembered almost nothing.
On the same day, he and his father quarreled strongly, almost for life, but for death, and now both do not know why. It got to the point that my mother packed her suitcase and went on foot to the station (also about 30 kilometers) to return to Kazakhstan. And then, again, great-grandmother intervened: she caught up with her on a cart, persuaded her to go with her at least for a while, to her house. She said that it was a corruption and she would try to take it off. For four days my mother lived with her. Granny did not let her out of the house, every day she ran to church for candles, almost continuously read prayers, either over her mother or in front of the iconostasis. The most interesting thing: my mother says that every day she sifted the flour several times over her head and then put the dough out of it and baked bread. The first loaf did not rise at all, it was more like a flatbread. Grandma did not touch her with her hands, she took it through a towel, carried it out of the house and buried it behind the garden. The second and third turned out much better, but still not as good as usual. Their great-grandmother fed them to pigs. The fourth came out well, airy, ruddy. She crumbled it to the pigeons and said that now everything is in order. Mom was no longer angry with her father and ran away to him that evening. Parents say that during family life they quarreled more than once, not without it, but they never quarreled like that day.
And my great-grandmother fell very ill two days later, she lay in bed for almost two weeks, they already thought they wouldn’t go out, but then she moved away. Moreover, there were no specific symptoms, as such, just bad, weakness. The paramedic shrugged his shoulders, saying that, most likely, a hypertensive crisis and it was necessary to go to the hospital, but the granny did not agree.
Everything seems to have settled down on this. But a few weeks later it became known that the old woman was dying. We found out quite by accident: people, passing by, heard loud moans and inhuman howls from the house. By evening a crowd had gathered, the chairman banged on the door for a long time, and the old woman laughed in the house and did not open it. The door was broken, but no one wanted to enter the house. The paramedic had to go himself. After a couple of minutes, he came out and said that the old woman was terribly dehydrated, emaciated and delirious. He does not have the opportunity to do something on the spot, and she will not survive the road to the hospital. Therefore, they decided to let her die in peace at home, they thought that she would not survive the night, but they were drastically mistaken. The next day, the moans and curses in delirium did not stop, there was always someone near the door, but they did not go inside, so the stove was not heated. Although winter had not yet begun, the weather was quite cold and damp, it was constantly drizzling. Surely the house was no more than 12-13 degrees. Someone said that a witch won't die until she passes on her gift. They decided that if he didn’t die by morning, they would call a priest to pray. The chairman began to get indignant (he was a rather young party atheist from somewhere in the region), they looked at him so gloomily (moreover, half of the village at once) that he immediately fell silent. The next morning the old woman moaned further.
They called the priest. We stood in the passage almost opposite the bed, did not dare to go into the room. In addition to the priest, there were several old women who sang along with him and 4-5 peasants from the village who regularly changed, among them was my father. Dad said that the sight was not a pleasant one - on a greasy mattress lay an emaciated, skin and bones, gray-haired old woman with such black and with evil eyes that everyone present tried not to catch her eye. She lay restlessly, with barely moving lips, expelled from herself some words, sighs, curses, obviously referring to those present. Her attacks of impotence gave way to aggression, black malice, in the impulses of which she tried to jump up from her deathbed, but then again, in impotence, fell onto the bed.
By the end of the third day, the priest said that the roof over the bed needed to be taken apart so that her soul could finally depart. The chairman began to be indignant again, shouting that he would not allow damage to property and would report everything to the district committee. The chairman was punched in the face and locked up in the stable. They said that anyway no one would believe that the whole village rebelled (and there were also party people, very respected in the district committee). Three men climbed onto the roof and began to dismantle the roof and ceiling above the bed, by 11 pm everything was ready. Father said that when the rustling began on the roof, the old woman became quiet, no longer made almost a sound and did not take her eyes off the ceiling, and then from the hole. About an hour and a half later, after the roof was taken down, the old woman died with a long sigh.
Here, in my opinion, the mysticism begins. My father helped put the old woman in the coffin, and when he bent over her, he was shocked: in the mouth, almost all the teeth were in place (as I already mentioned, people said that her teeth were in very good condition). But these were almost completely rotten, black and yellow stumps, especially the front ones: they were broken off and worn off by more than half. My father said that this picture remained in front of his eyes for the rest of his life. When he told his mother at home, she did not believe it, she said it was either a fantasy or an invention, but her great-grandmother confirmed it (she also buried her there). If the teeth really were good, then they could not come to such a state in a few weeks. For the last 5-7 years, the old woman definitely did not leave the village, there was not even a trace of a dentist there. Dentures require the natural teeth to be extracted. And then there were no such prostheses. Did everyone dream.
The house was set on fire as soon as the coffin with the body was taken out, at least until 1987 (in 1987 we were in Ukraine for the last time, when my grandmother died), there was a wasteland overgrown with weeds.
But that's not all. The grave was dug behind the cemetery wall. The cemetery is located on a hill, and dug, it turns out, on a slope. When they removed about 1 meter of earth, it turned out that the hole was dug exactly above two granite blocks, converging deep into each other with a narrow crevice. Nobody wanted to dig a new grave - they just took out the clay between them, as much as they could, and left it like that. That is, it turns out that there was a normal grave on top, and then its stone walls converged downwards like a funnel. The coffin could only be lowered as deep as the width of the grave allowed, there was still a void under the box. When the ropes were pulled out, what happened was what was to be expected: the coffin fell off, collapsed and fell sideways to the bottom of the crevice, while a long crack, about 3 cm wide, formed in the upper side wall. The priest said that this was a bad sign, but no one else wanted to do anything. So they covered it with earth, and put a wooden cross for repose. In the spring, the cemetery watchman walked around the territory, looked at the witch's grave: the cross rotted, almost fell apart, and this was in a few months. They put in a new...
The following summer, my parents returned to Kazakhstan, but, unfortunately, it did not work out in Ukraine. They learned the end of the story from letters: in the spring next year, as in the spring of the third, the situation with the cross was repeated one to one. The crosses rotted and fell apart, as if they had stood there for at least 10 years. Atheists said that this side of the hill was just too damp, and believers that the witch could not calm down. Then, on the advice of the priest, they forged an iron cross with a very long lower end (about 2-3 meters), which was sharpened. They consecrated him in the church and drove him into the grave all the way into the ground so that the sharp end passed through the body, overlaid with stones and poured concrete.
Since then, nothing much has happened. My father said that when my grandmother was buried in 1987, he went down with me behind the cemetery wall to look at the witch's grave: the cross was still sticking out of the bushes. But I don't remember, I was too small.