the Christians as Christ, the Moslems as the Imam Mahdi, the
Buddhists as Maitreya
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Healers Speak of Experiencing Maitreya
by Bettina Fricke
Later, when I returned to my hotel room, one of the young women I
just met during the group photo was sitting there. Nicolai, her
Russian interpreter, had called her to give healing to a friend of
mine with whom I was sharing a room. Her name was Aigul. Nicolai
told me that Aigul was a healer and that she had become very known
recently because she had predicted the great earthquake of Armenia
three weeks in advance. She gave my friend precise information about
his illness and about events from his past.
Next day I met her again. I suddenly had the idea to show her the
photograph of Maitreya in Nairobi, which I always carried with
me. “Who is this man?” I asked her. When she looked at the
photograph, something changed in her expression. Then she told me
that this man had appeared to her at about five o’clock in the
morning of 16 August 1991. She was in her bedroom with her husband.
It was no dream, she was fully awake, as the man suddenly appeared
in front of her. She could not move, so strong was the energy that
came from him. The man had looked exactly like the one in Nairobi,
she said, only his beard was white and a bit longer. He told her
that she was going to heal from then on. She did not understand, but
later, when she left the house, she felt an “enormous energy”. She
could even stop the cars in the street. “I did not know how to
handle that enormous amount of energy at first,” she told me.
From that moment her whole life changed. She had been a simple
housewife with six children. Suddenly she could diagnose medical
problems, of which she previously had not the slightest idea. She
knew the future and the past of a person. She saw everything in a
different way. One day she was looking at TV. Suddenly there was the
face of that man on the screen, then a date written beneath, and
ruined houses. This was the earthquake of Armenia, exactly three
weeks before it happened. “It was Mohammed I had seen, and who had
come to me,” she said.
It seems important to mention that this was the first time she had
spoken to anyone else, apart from her husband. “You know, I am from
a small village, everybody knows everybody. I did not dare tell them
what I had seen”.
She was very excited. I tried to give her more information material
from Share International, but she could only read Kyril writing. So
I told her all I knew about Maitreya and that each man would
recognize him in his own way ÷ the Christians as Christ, the Moslems
as the Imam Mahdi, the Buddhists as Maitreya. It took some minutes,
but then she understood. “Your friend Ben is right,” she said. “Tell
him”.
We decided to see Mr Kozhalymov, the President of her association,
and we met him in front of the congress hall. Much to my amazement I
had already met him the day before during the group photo session.
We exchanged cards. When Aigul showed him the photo of Nairobi, he
touched it with his fingers and closed his eyes. He seemed to
remember something. Then he described how he had often seen this man
before going to sleep. “A very holy man,” he said, but he did not
want to spend more time on it.
In the evening we met some other of Aigul’s friends. We showed them
the photos of Nairobi and the crosses of light. It was a pity they
could not read the text. However Aigul promised to send me a letter
with an exact description of her experience.
In the evening some of our party had taken part in a healing
ceremony of Sary Aulie, the white-dressed man. They were very
impressed. Obviously he was a great healer. However it seemed
difficult to contact him. When I was on my way to the Congress hall,
he suddenly came up in front of me. I managed somehow to pull the
Nairobi picture quickly out of my bag. There was no interpreter
around and I could not express my question. When Sary Aulie saw the
picture, he stopped. It took some time for him to find someone who
could translate Kazak into English. Obviously he wanted urgently to
explain something to me. “I know this man”, he finally said. “This
is my ancestor. He can appear and disappear. He is my teacher. He
comes often to me and I know where to find him”. He wanted to keep
the photo and asked me for another appointment at three o’clock in
the afternoon, for a “very special healing ceremony”. He seemed to
give great importance to our meeting.
Unfortunately the room where we were to meet was already prepared
for an evening concert. Somebody told me that Sary Aulie and his
group would leave the city in the evening to fly to Turkistan,
the ‘mecca’ of the region. I tried to find out what this meant for
me because I had no telephone number or address. However only a
little later it turned out that a lady from our group, who lived in
the same district as Sary Aulie and his group, gave me his address.
She told me that she ÷ a scientist specially interested in healing
methods of different cultures ÷ had been invited by Sary Aurlie for
next year. I showed her the crosses of light and she told me that
there is a place between Moscow and St Petersburg where there appear
all sorts of geometric forms and crosses in the sky. “A group of
Russian scientists,” she said, “has been trying to give an
explanation for these phenomena in the sky for several months.”
( from Share International, January-February 1993 )
