Some of you already read the story of my mystical experience but I’m happy to repeat it because it’s such a great and a very strange story.
I was a very typical Soviet child in what concerns religion. All I knew about it was that religion is stupid, and the only people who had any use for it were illiterate old babushkas deep in the countryside. Like everybody else at school, I really enjoyed all of the stories we were assigned about the smart little grandkids who found the grandma’s icon of the Virgin Mary and Jesus and chopped it up into little pieces. That was hilarious! We all rooted for the grandkids who were saving the babushka from the darkness of ignorance.
But then I had a mystical experience during which Virgin Mary came to me. I won’t give all the details of what was said because it’s not the Virgin of Fatima situation with a message that’s relevant to all of humanity. This was a message relevant only to me. I didn’t understand much of it but later in life when things started coming true, it was quite an experience.
When 20 years later I read St Teresa of Ávila and St John of the Cross, I finally had a name for what had happened to me in second grade because it was so similar. This is why I hate it when people sexualize St Teresa’s writings. Stupid limited creatures who want to reduce everything to the genital area. I was eight! I wasn’t having any sexual experience. Eeww, freaks.
The Virgin said that I had to find a cross and wear it. I also had to pray daily. I had to remain faithful, and everything would be right in my life because God was watching out for me.
“God is with you always,” she said.
I felt an incredible sense of peace in that dream. I felt that everything was right and exactly the way it needed to be. I felt this luminous presence, it was incredible, people.
In the next post, I will share how I proceeded to find a cross and learn to pray, which in the USSR was not an easy endeavor, to put it mildly.

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