N. Levashov's «SvetL Broom» in A. Khatybov's «Bath School» Book 3. The Cell and Health

Book 3. The Cell and Health. Chapter 4. Ages and ages ago and in today’s realities 240 So, to notice the impact, you need to write everything down, pay attention to the minor things. Good afternoon! The first time I heard about the " SvetL " Program in October 2015, but I did not really believe in the reality of the possible results. However, the "SvetL " wonder was miraculously presented to my mother by one good Man. Sick old people – this is a disaster not only for them, but for others, too.. My mother, who practically had not got sick before the age of 75, got her first stroke at 75, then father died, and there were six more strokes. Three times she "was gone" in my hands, but the worst thing in this story happened later: after strokes, my mother began to "hallucinate". She talked to herself, she talked with someone who no one else could see, she got up in the middle of the night, dressed and ran to be photographed "with friends on Red Square", the further list of adventures is long. In the evening, she could sit down, start talking with someone invisible to the others, and finish the conversation the next day in the evening, constantly telling me about the negotiations. The idea that what was happening with her did not correspond to reality, was not perceived at all. In search of a solution to the problem, I turned to different specialists ranging from traditional psychiatry to traditional folk medicine. All the doctors – there were more than 50 of them, not counting the doctors in the hospitals, were very professional people, in my opinion, they were saying the same phrase: "these are the vessels..." Well, and that with the fact that "Cavalier Hallucination", who settled in our house, was not a mental disorder? Is it better for you to get a diagnosis that does not have a cure? The results of treatment had a short remission; the longest remission was three months. By December 2015, my mother's condition was bad, and mine was desperate, because I did not know what to do. To live with her or take her to a psycho-neurological boarding house was equally painful and unacceptable. My brain reminded me of mincemeat at a time when it was already taken out of the meat grinder and rolled into cutlet balls. The situation was aggravated by the fact that we had no relatives. We have friends, but their human capacities have limits, and even the people who love you are not able to cope with the consequences of the illness, which medicine refused for treatment. There is practically no social service in our country, and living with a sick person requires constant work that is not paid for, but requires considerable effort from the person who is engaged in it.