The Last Days of Lucifer on Earth

The real story of our days, which happened on the lands of Jordan. The energy of the most negative character of the Divine Mystery of the Universe – Lucifer – has embodied on Earth in a human body of, at first sight, an ordinary man, a taxi driver, named Mohammad. This story tells how the God's Plan on eliminating and putting an end to the existence of the Lucifer's Energy in the Universe was implemented.

Part one

P.S. All the instructions, incoming from the Higher Inner Guru, were repeatedly re-checked. Moreover, if sometimes, out of curiosity, there was an intention to act differently, it took years to smooth and correct the events that had happen consequently.

One day, at the private conversation with SSB I asked Him, what my real name was. He replied immediately, “Rudra.” After a while, I have learnt the meaning of this name. Nevertheless, SSB softened my name to “Maheshvari” afterwards. Moreover, He always put me in the very difficult complex situations and sent to the places, which were not easy at all. Only afterwards, I could understand the reasons behind all these situations.

That is why I accept all instructions, coming from God, without any analysis, arguments and doubts! They only require an immediate implementation. And only afterwards, they can be seen as timely, accurate and right.

The Universe moves in its own unique pace and rhythm, and it has its own unique schedule. Nobody has the right to change its movements, and its Plan.

The Universe is the embodiment of Life Itself in its whole completeness, diversity and Magnificence. Moreover, each movement of an individual soul strictly adhere to these rhythms of the Universe and Its Breath. Only when the soul merges in Unity and Harmony with the Universe – the glorious Way of the Soul unfolds in the multifarious manifestation of Life on the Planet.

It is impossible to express the Gratitude, which overwhelms the Inner Self for the chance, granted by God, to become a part of the events, which are tightly intertwined with the Higher design, the Divine plan of the Creator Himself!
This Gratitude has filled the whole Being of this physical body; the Gratitude has imbued every breath, every look and every step, every motion, and every thought on the Way to the Inner Self.

All these unique events and occasions have become possible after the Meeting with the Creator, the Avatar of our century – Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

In one moment, this Meeting has overturned and crossed out everything that had bound before. In one moment, this Meeting has changed completely the whole understanding of Being. This meeting has become the Foundation Stone of the Amazing Journey in Service of Love of the Universe to the whole Creation. During one of such meetings, I had expressed one wish that I could be sent anywhere, I could be entrusted with any task, and I would be able to accomplish it. Moreover, everywhere I would only glorify the Name of the Creator.

And such moment had come. Both for the event itself, both for the story of it to be put in writing.

This was the most amazing, the most unique event, which could have ever had happen during my Earthly Being.

There have been many events.

There have been dozens of people and meetings.

The great variety of miracles have entered my life due to the Higher Grace of the Creator.

However, the most remarkable and significant was the event, which was even better to be called “Co-Being”, rather than just the event!!!

Background Story

It was the beginning of the year 2015. In the dream and reality, a Monk begun to appear before me. He was wearing a robe and his faced was half-covered by a long hood, which hid his eyes. Speaking mysteriously, he asked me to visit him and help him. There was no explanation on what kind of help he needed.

Prior to seeing him, I had received Swami's instructions on the need to visit Lebanon. And, when the Monk appeared before me one more time (he turned out to be Saint Monk Charbel from Lebanon) I understood the meaning of his visits – I had to go. The journey worked out easily and quickly.

And... There was Beirut. I would like to note particularly that after the Meeting with SSB all my decisions on journeys had been determined by the price of the flight tickets. All of them were unbelievably cheap.

On the same trip, the road was open for a journey to the monastery of Saint Maron – Sanctuary of Saint Charbel. When I was in Lebanon, once again I received information that I should pay attention to the Middle East region, particularly to Jordan, the country that was unknown and foreign for me that time.

Upon the return to Russia, I had got a journal, with the word “Jordan” on its cover. There was a huge article, which described life in this country in details.
I remembered particularly that praying Muslims appealed to Allah with the request to explain them the reasons to why the soil of their land had been burning under their feet for so many centuries. This was the first message from this desert country.

July 2016... One more reminder, “Jordan, Aqaba...”

I checked the location, the price of the ticket. RUB 3,400 for a one-way ticket. There was nothing to be surprised about for me. I knew that I had to go. I began calling my friends, inviting them to join me in the trip. That very night, before going to bed I had been told that I should cancel the invitations, as I was going there not to rest..... but to work. There was no question inside anymore – if I had to go, I had to go. Moreover, it did not matter what kind of work I had to do.

I checked the tickets price frequently, and the price stayed the same. However, only in several months, in December 2016, I set foot on the Jordanian soil in the city of Aqaba. A visa-free entry to Jordan was available for Russians only in Aqaba. In other cities, Russians should receive visa on arrival upon paying a certain fee.

The country was warm. On arrival, the wind swooped down; a sand storm sprang up, bending to down palms to the ground. I noted for myself that this was the energy of Rudra greeting me there. All too often, there had been such manifestations of His energy in my life before.

A brand-new bus had been waiting for us. Many seats were still covered with the packing film. A tour guide told us that this bus had just came from the capital of Jordan – the city of Amman, and, that we were the special guests on this land. This way Jordan greeted us. In addition, I also noted for myself that Swami welcomed me there.

On the first trip, I went to the seaside at first light. I strewed Vibhuti on the streets, seafront promenade and in the sea... And, suddenly, one day I noticed a large military cargo ship. Immediately I received an information that this ship carried armament for the rebel fighters in Syria. I appealed to the Universe, asking for this maritime port to be closed for the weapons’ trafficking.
I remembered the ship very well. Next day it rode off the terminal, and in two days, it disappeared. All this time I was constantly chanting the Vedic Mantra “Sri Rudram”. This happen in December 2016. We would come back to this story a little bit later.

Once, I was walking in the city and came up to a tourist information center. An Arab man approached me and begun telling me about the Jordanian historical places, which were located nearby. He offered me to take a guided tour there. I told him that I did not like the ancient ruins. He gave me his business card. There was his name, written on the business card – Mohammad. He spoke little Russian. He showed me the feedbacks on the tours, guided by him, which were written in a notebook by the tourists, and described himself as a good driver and a tour guide. The rest of the days, we communicated a little bit through the chats and that was it for that moment.

The week in Aqaba just flew by. I came back to Russia, thinking that I had accomplished everything that I could there. Mantras, Bhajans, Vibhuti... but.... it was only the introduction to the upcoming main events in future.

The matter of going back to Aqaba reappeared in a year. During that year, we communicated with M. once in a blue moon. I just asked him, if it was possible to buy accommodation in Aqaba.

Aqaba appeared before me as a warm and dear city to my heart, which felt like home. I booked a reasonably priced hotel room. I informed M. about my plans to come back to Aqaba. He promised to meet me. Nevertheless, he urgently went to Amman and, at the end of the day, his friend met me. I was glad that M. was out of the city. Something inside me rejected him. I did not want to either meet him, or communicate with him. He showed up in three days and we met at the same place, nearby the tourist center. He made eyes at me and coquetted with me. And, these are the kind of actions, coming from men that I did not like, most of all. That trip I had not seen him again.

On 28/10/17, I was chanting the 108 Names of Sathya Sai in the hotel room, when I suddenly stopped, hearing the voice of Swami, “Your absolute fearlessness is the personification of our unity with you. Go easily and lightly! Be where you need to be! Even your presence itself brings wonders! Nobody knows your way. Just go!” Tears rained down my cheeks. My tears always expressed the overwhelming gratitude to the Creator for all the Grace that He filled my being with... Deep down inside I understood that I had to continue communicating with M. However, I had been flying to Russia through Amman already, when he wrote me and asked me where I was. And, when I was boarding the plane, I was instructed to come back to Aqaba again, as I had not had an opportunity to communicate with him at full scale that time.

On 21/12/17, I was on my way to Aqaba again. The ticket was unbelievably cheap again!!! I understood that this journey would not be easy.
I informed M. about my arrival. However, he was out of the city on the day of my arrival. I had booked a room in a hotel. And, at night he wrote me that he wanted to see me immediately. Swami warned me that M. was working for the police. Far in advance...

M. proposed me to stay in his place, as he was out of home almost all the time. For some reason I agreed to his proposal. Next day he picked me up, with my language, and brought me to his place.

When we had arrived, I was quite shocked. I had never seen such a dirty and abandoned home in my life. A flat looked disgusting. It had been neglected. He showed me a room, where I could live (it could be locked from the inside) and immediately went away. I stood in the middle of the large room at a loss, not knowing what to do further. Whether I should stay, or I should start cleaning the place (and if doing so, what I should start with). Eventually, I started to put the room in order.

Cleaning piece by piece, chanting Mantras and singing Bhajans, I set the flat in order. I had an impression that I was put in a Demon’s lair. Subsequently it appeared to be true. One cannot imagine what was there! Nothing but filthy things, which were left after fests of carnal pleasures and night entertainments! I do not even want to describe them. I would show you one example only. The shelves were laden with the bottles of spirits. There were ashtrays full of cigarette stubs everywhere. I threw everything away without distinction.

M. came back after a while. I asked him to bring me to a store, so that I could buy bedding for myself, as well as all necessary things for a kitchen and a bathroom. It was impossible to use things that had been in the flat already. By the evening, the flat had become habitable and comfortable.

God told me to “take away” the Soul of M. Moreover, I was told that, in order to unveil and destroy a demonic rakshasa, sometimes you needed to enter his or her house, become his or her friend make the enemies well disposed towards you in order to and win an enemy over. I rejected it on the physical level. I did not think that time who was the enemy, mentioned in the message. And only a reminder that many times before I had promised Swami to be in any place, where He would send me, to do any work, which He would entrust me with, kept me in that place. I had nothing but to surrender and accept the rules of His New Cosmic Game.

During one of the conversations with M. I told him that there is always a reason for me to appear somewhere. I stayed, where God was willing to see me. I warned M. that there would be serious changes, happening in his life. Moreover, that was the only reason for me to stay with him. I was telling him about SSB, but he held back and told me that Allah was his God and he was a Muslim. I just promised him that his understanding of God would change in three days.

M. told me that he was praying to God, asking to send him a good wife. He also told that he had a family (with five children!!!!!!), but he had been divorced. He added that I would become his wife.

Seldom he was at home. He left home early and came back late. He worked with tourists, mainly Russians. I received information on him, his behavior and habits. More and more I was surprised with the nature of his demonic Being. However, the Game had started already... I had no right to stop It.

I “fueled” his Ego. I was telling him about the glory of his family and clan, about his positive roles in the past lives. He reacted positively...

Here was Moscow again. I have received the instruction from Swami to bring M. to India. We arranged visa and purchased the flight tickets for him. I informed him about it. And, on January 6 (6.01), on the Christmas Eve (based on the Christian Orthodox traditional calendar) I was in Aqaba again.

On January 10, we went to India through Bahrein and landed in New Delhi. We headed off to Chandigarh from there.

There the past karma of a mistress of a house, where we stayed at, was revealed. A. and M. communicated very warmly. They were a brother and a sister in the past. A. fed M. with Prasada and Vibhuti. We sang Bhajans. I had never done it with M. before.

We flew to Bangalore from Chandigarh. And, eventually we had reached the Abode of our Higher Self, the Abode of the Creator of the Universe Himself. I received many instructions from Swami there:

1. I should keep an eye on M. and keep him in my mind;

2. from 21/12/17 (the winter solstice eve) to 21/06/18 (the summer solstice eve) is the period of time, reserved for work with him (I did not understand clearly that time what was meant in the instructions);

3. I should disregard his “maggots”;

4. I should be caring, so that he would feel happy (one more trick);

5. I should make sure that he could not figure out what was happening (he was not supposed to know about the Cosmic Game).

M. had received his own information. He cried often, he could not cope with emotions (they were insincere). More and more often, I caught him lying and being hypocritical. I tried not to show it, as if I had not understood that he was insincere. Eventually, he relaxed...

On that journey, we visited a Sacred place – the Lepakshi village. We were surprised to discover that a huge Puja was conducted there that time. Once again, I understood that we came there for a reason. In the evening, it became evident that all Siddhis of Ramakantha, the Brahmin, who conducted the Puja were “detached” from him, as he “turned” to a wrong path – the path of earning money on conducting meetings with pilgrims. The Universe knows everything better and in more details.

It was not easy to be around M. Difficult personality, greed, even stealing, lies, jealousy, suspiciousness, dirtiness, smoking – I had to observe all of them and turn a blind eye to them, as well as “cover my ears” not to hear them. As if, all bad habits had been compiled in this one creature. I had to pack him off India one week earlier.

Once again, Swami asked to disregard the actions of M. Only gentle, “Be patient,” stopped me from cutting ties with M. Swami explained that M. had to fall in love with me and go silly over this love, which also had become one more manifestation of the Love of Swami to me. Through this situation Swami was telling me, “I love you...” Simultaneously, M. received information that he had to love me, as I had dedicated the whole life to the service to Swami, without a thought for myself. And M. fell in love with me for real. His earthly love and affection had been growing stronger every day. He explained this for himself, as if I was using magic on him.

I almost forced myself to write him. Mahashivaratri was coming closer to us. M. wanted to come to India once again. I did not want to buy a ticket for him. However, at the request from Swami, I bought a round trip ticket for M. immediately. M. was in Puttaparthi again. It was difficult to put up with his constant lies. It felt like all dirtiness that he hid inside was coming out to the surface. I had already demanded cleanness and order from him, and told him to quit smoking.

It turned out that these trips were needed only to deprive his demonic nature of the energy source. It was easier to do it on the Divine lands of India, rather than elsewhere. All his hideous Vasanas started to be “re-flashed”.

It seemed to me that the Energy, which had left Ramakantha in Lepakshi, and which had been transformed into another energy (Swami was explaining everything), had to enter M. But no. It was not for him.

In March, each of us moved in different directions. M. went to Amman, and I moved to Moscow. Soon enough I went to Aqaba again. I continued to fly, endure and constantly clean space. Mantras, Hymns, Bhajans, Vibhuti, discussions – all of them continuously flowed on the Jordanian soil.

During one of the journeys I was once again cleaning the flat (every time, when I came back I found the flat of M. was in mess and disorder), when the Universe suddenly at the top of Its voice announced that M. was the very Lucifer, who was sent down to the Earth, in order to seduce people out of the way of Morality and Righteousness, to the way of Immorality and denial of God. His instruments were alcohol, smoking, narcotics, prostitution, lies, and hypocrisy... And M. was their source. “Oh My God!” I cried. Every day brought new shocking surprises! I set on a sofa... And the willingness to run away from that place immediately sieged me. I was shocked at what I had just heard, and I even did not know what to do with this news.

Immediately, I was told that I should hide this information from everyone until 21/06/18, so that M. did not have any chance to realise that his “files” had been revealed. Therefore, I had to treat him differently from the way he deserved it.
We constantly quarreled. He offended and humiliated everyone easily, he lied all the time both in small and large scale. However, I did not react. Meanwhile, he was waiting for my reaction. Deep down inside I did not accept anything in him, and little by little, it had become more difficult to hold myself back. More and more often, I wanted just to run away from this situation. Nevertheless, the deadline, which was set on 21/06/18, helped me to control these impulses.

M. behaved himself nastier. Immersed to the lips in lies and hypocrisy, inner and eternal dirtiness, greed, having a habit of stealing and boasting (in social networks he described himself as a “Legend” and a “Divine man”), he continued to mislead everyone and proposed me to marry him. I just replied, “Later,” continuing the Game of Swami.

In Aqaba, people told me that, according to his words, he met me on the street, that I was poor and unhappy, and that I lived in a cheap hotel that time. He told people that he invited me to stay in his place out of pity for me, that he fed me and provided me with accommodation...

In reality, since the first day he had not spent even one dinar on food or anything else. I even paid for his utilities, so that there were no debts. He told everyone that we were a husband and a wife, and, that the trip to India was our wedding journey – a “honeymoon”. His lying had become more evident and clearer day-by-day. I could not understand his way of thinking and acting. I explained people, who I knew, that nothing that he was telling about us was true. Over time, he got wind of it. After that, he had become more and more aggressive, as I had to expose his false statements and lies. He started to threaten me. He told me that if he had seen me with a man around me, he would have stab me. He added that I did not know that he was Satan. I replied him that I had enough patience to transform his evil nature.

I began thinking about separate accommodation, as I often came there, and day-by-day, it had become more and more unbearable to live in such mode and share the same space with him.

I was acquainted with an owner of the house, where M. lived.

Let us now come back to one episode of the story. Do you remember the ship that was docked at the port in the beginning? The Arab man, the owner of the house, rented the ship from the American militaries. I saw this ship on the picture in his office. When I asked him, what they were transporting on this ship, he told me that they brought any cargo. But a manager of his company mentioned once that since December 2016, all activities had been frozen and business had gone sour. I visited Aqaba for the first time precisely in December 2016. I remembered my prayer to the Universe, asking for the way to close the armament trafficking to the terrorists in Syria through Jordan. Even in this situation, Swami used my presence in Aqaba to stop the activities of this group, blocking their way. I will give description of their activities in details in the next story. Let us come back to the moment, where the narrative was interrupted. When I was looking for the separate accommodation, at the end of April, a flat on the ground floor of the house, where M. lived had become vacant. Soon enough, I had got its keys and I started to redesign and repair the flat. The flat was undergoing renovation, and simultaneously I received a hint that I would not live in this flat for long.

In couple of weeks, the flat had become fabulous. The portraits of Swami were everywhere. I rested from the presence of M. But, he was aggressive, as I was putting off the final agreement to his marriage proposal. He continuously threatened me and sent threats at the flat. He promised me to fire and burn out everything. He told me that we would call the police himself afterwards and would help them to find a firer. Lies were flowing out of him endlessly. He even told me that he would knock the door, and, when I opened it, he would throw acid at my face to damage it, so that nobody would even look at me. He told me that he would break my arms and I would not be able to take care of myself, so that eventually he would be able to take care of me... and so on and so forth.

Everything drove him mad and the situation was reaching its climax. Nevertheless, I was not allowed to tell him anything yet. I just demanded him not to chase me and to stop being jealous.

Jealousy was the worst trait of his character. His experience of the past had made him see everything through the lenses of his imagination, which was inspired by his life patterns, which had driven his life before. We spoke a lot about these matters, but these discussions could not influence his sick and twisted mind.

On 6/06/18, I flew to Aqaba. The flight number was 66 and I set on the place number 66. The departure time was at 6 am. The ominous signs were everywhere. I was tearful inside and did not want to fly. Nevertheless, I flew anyways...
On 13/06/18, one of my acquaintance, her name was K., came to Aqaba. She brought a huge portrait of SSB and a photo banner with the Symbol of All Religions in a cardboard tube. For many years, I had been looking for the place, where I could hang this huge portrait of Swami, but for some reason I could not find it. We quickly put them into very beautiful and massive frames and brought them to the flat.

When M. saw these framed portraits, his eyes blazed red with fury. He was on a rampage. It looked like he had been waiting for the moment, when he would be able to revenge himself and at that moment, he understood what to do. He told me that he would do everything he could to make sure that I could not stay in Aqaba and in Jordan, as I had not become his wife yet. He chased me everywhere and told me to leave Aqaba immediately.

Eventually, the day that I was waiting for with special attention had come – the day of 21/06/18. M. and his friend made a fuss in the entrance hall of the house. His friend pretended to enter my flat and M. hit him. After that, the owner of the flat called me and invited to come to his office, in order to sign a residential property rental agreement between us for one year, as I had paid the rental charges in advance. He invited M. as well. They talked tough in Arabic. The owner of the flat asked M. not to enter my flat, as the signed agreement prohibited any men to enter the flat, where I lived. He knew about threats of M. at me.

The Story had reached its culmination point with its main event.

The time had come to eradicate Lucifer's Substance. On 21/06/18, at midnight, all power systems of his demonic nature had been shut off. There is no point in describing how the process had been done, as these processes were unseen for the physical vision.

It looked like a centuries-old giant tree with the heavily branched rootstock was uprooted and it collapsed to the ground...

On 22/06/18, early in the morning, the overwhelming sound of the ringing bells resounded in the sky. This day had become the day of victory of the new bright energies, the beginning of a New Era without the Lucifer's power, who was overthrown from his ancient throne...

Meanwhile, at night M. was preparing a fightback on Divinity, as his demonic nature understood subconsciously that it was on its last legs. M. was preparing information for the police.

We simply could not go back to Russia. I told K. that it looked like I had one more thing to do. I added that something should happen on 25/06/18.

...

On 25/06/18, in the morning, at 9 am, somebody knocked the door. Eight police officers entered the flat. They immediately tried to take away the huge portrait of Swami, but failed to do so. They ended up taking away only the Symbol of All Religions. They removed all the portraits of Sai Baba from the walls, demounted the Altar, collected candles and Vibhuti. After that, they told us to get ready and follow them. We understood their intentions only through the body language and their gestures. Nobody among them spoke any English. I only had a chance to inform R. in Moscow that M. had handed us with Sai Baba over to the police.
One day, when we were quarrelling once again, M. warned me not to tell people about Sai Baba, as in Jordan I could be imprisoned for 15 years for it. It was evident that they would not let us go from the police station. It took them long to take our evidence. They brought us from office to office and looked at the photos of Swami. We told them about Him, about the Symbol of All Religions. They tasted Vibhuti. They asked us about everyone, who we had met and the reasons for me to strew Vibhuti in the houses and on the streets, as well as to tell people about SSB. It turned out that they had already had whole message history between me and M., with all of the photos from India and Lepakshi. During the interrogation, it was obvious that they were aware of the details that were known only to M.

We were detained at the police station. We were not allowed to call anyone. There were few people, who could speak English. They were preparing documents for deportation from the country, with the prohibition on the entry for five years.
Nevertheless, deep down inside, there was an overwhelming joy, because the message about Sai Baba was spread in such an unpredicted manner and at a massive scale. These were people from the police, Interior Ministry, Ministry of Justice, security forces of Jordan, as well as the Governor and the Prosecutor of Aqaba, and the Government of Aqaba. Even if I had have stayed in Jordan for ten years, I would not have been able to tell about Sathya Sai Baba even to the smallest number of people from these agencies. They all had learnt already how to pronounce His name well. They saw His face and they were blessed with Vibhuti. At the very least, more than 60 people had learnt about Swami just in a week.

The day of 25/06/18 I consider as the Day of Swami's Blessing, because, through this situation, He allowed to announce His Presence in the country, where all new manifestations of spirituality, which were rejected by the official religious doctrine, were treated in a rigid, severe and intolerant manner. Thus, this tricky situation had simultaneously become the Blessing for all of those, who unexpectedly were acquainted with the incarnation of the Avatar Sri Sathya Sai Baba on Earth and had become a part of His Divine Mission.

M. played a unique role there. The same role that was played by Judas Iscariot in the times of Jesus. Only he could undertake such an action. No one else could ever go to the length of such vile and impertinent action. Meanwhile, God, our only Witness and Judge, will deal with those, who took the decision on deportation without due process.

Later on, I received news that the most popular topic of conversations in Aqaba was “Me and Sathya Sai Baba”. Many people were searching for the information on the Internet and discussing it. One thing was clear, there were two unbelievable events (considering their unprecedented scale), which had happen in an absolutely unpredicted manner on the soil of Jordan in such short period of time, namely, the announcement of the Message about Sathya Sai Baba and the overthrow of Lucifer.

Currently M. is trying to justify his act, sending the false information on this event to different countries. He uses the Internet websites and social networks for that.

I am very fortunate. I am grateful to the Destiny for such a tremendous Trust of God, who allowed me to participate in these events of Universal importance, which had shaken Heavens and Earth. Participation in these events itself is the sign of a tremendous Grace of Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba, who let me to introduce His Mission on the soil of the Middle East.

Upon return to Russia, we sent the information letters on these events to many higher governmental bodies of Jordan and other countries, including the Royal Palace of Jordan and the United Nations Organisation (the UN). In addition, we sent a letter to the Prime Minister of India, so that all addressees would know and understand the significance of the incarnation of the Avatar of our Age, Sri Sathya Sai Baba on Earth. So that they could understand that His Teaching does not in any way, contradict with the Islamic Teaching, but instead the Teaching of Sai Baba helps better understanding of the essence of the Islamic Teaching. In this way, the message about Swami has spread further, in response to the prayers of people, who sought salvation for the desert lands of their Motherland Jordan.

Part two

The new events did not take long to happen. The Universe provided an opportunity and launched the next program on the eradication of the Lucifer’s vasanas, which as an old tree enrooted in many ways of the human Being. Step by step myriads of evils had to be burnt to ashes without any chance for recovery. This program was much wider than the one before – it was needed to overthrow Lucifer from his throne and bring down his “illusory crown”.

His body continued to hold on to the same vasanas, recorded in the memory, even though the vitally important sources of energy were cut off from him. Because those who were with him every day in his ordinary life gave him “energy and power”.

I had to “enter” their clan, to see with my own eyes all those, who gave him birth (first of all his mother, it was very interesting to see, who could agree to bring the Lucifer’s body to Earth one more time); those, who were around him in his childhood, who agreed to become his wife and those, whom he brought into this world. All these reasons quickly formed the new, even more interesting events.

After a while L. started to write me that we would never meet again, that he could not forget me, that he loved me (his confessions of love did not mean anything for him, as it appeared that he wrote “love” letters to all women he knew, proposing himself to them). He explained that the ugly situation with our deportation was not his fault, but he blamed his friend instead, as if he did not want to give me back money that he had borrowed. As usually, lies flowed like endless rivers from him, they were inexhaustible.

To draw attention of everyone, who was involved in that situation away from his fault he started to file complaints against both the owner of a flat, where I lived in Aqaba and a manager of his company. He appealed to a court, accusing them of insulting him. L. constantly resorted to such manipulations to “clear” his name. He had no conscience. His virtue was on a zero level. He did not mind to use any dishonorable means to rehabilitate himself from his deeds in the eyes of those, who were around us.

I just replied that he must withdraw the complaints against completely innocent persons from the court. I wrote him that I did not have any clams on him and did not feel angry at him and that everyone would get what he or she deserved, answering for his or her actions before God and by the Will of God.

He proposed to meet, promising to do everything that he could to revoke deportation, telling me that he had a “powerful uncle”, who could resolve any question.

And only when I received a question within, “Will I be able to see Baba in him?” I agreed to meet. Although, I must tell how difficult it was to do. There were two reasons for me to agree. On the one hand, all this situation was proving that everything was happening by the Will of God (it was the role of L. in the deportation and the spread of the message about Sai Baba); on the other hand – the task to penetrate into the Lucifer’s clan.

Turkey became the place for our meeting. Everything was seething inside. The whole Universe was close to boil up, full of the Rudra’s energy. But once again I was not allowed to show my emotions. There was just the Great Game of the Creator, the Game of the Universal scale. There were no questions “what?” and “how?” I just had to hold down the wrath, which boiled up when I observed his foxery, falsehood and trickiness. Nothing had changed in him through all that time. Evils had been gushing forth from his substance.

We talked about the consequences of all deeds through the lenses of Karma. Without a single sign of remorse he insisted and tried to convince me that he was innocent and that he wanted to help me to leave Jordan that time. And this lie – was his standard behavior in all cases of his life.

Starting the “Game” I proposed him to run a business – to supply Russia with fruits from Turkey. He “turned on” and stepped in. I had to do everything in a way that he would not understand that he was “being dragged” into this Cosmic Game. We were in Turkey not for too long. He made selfies everywhere and talked with his relatives through the video calls. I had already seen his mother and children. He promised that soon enough I could come to Jordan to meet his family. And this was exactly my goal.

Although communication with him was extremely difficult, tense, insincere and hard, the “Game” was led on my terms. I had to go until the logic end of this part of the Plan of the Universe.

His mood was changing like the weather in spring – one moment he loved me, the next moment he wanted to kill me. Sick perception of the reality, low self-esteem and complexes (he humiliated others to compensate for them), rampant jealousy for no reason, fears and the lack of resources took the form of arrogance and fake cockiness in his behavior. Manipulations were his trademark. And all negative aspects were boiling and seething within him, waiting for an opportunity to come out.

I continued communication despite of his negative behavior. After one more quarreling he accused me of “adultery” (the fantasies that he had out of jealousy, gnawed at him within, as profligacy, depravity, immorality, hypocrisy and falsehood were his very nature) and started to write the vilest messages in the social networks. He wanted the whole world to see me as a wanton and a dissolute woman. I constantly forced him to delete everything and he continued to write again and again…

In the meantime with this, understanding that Lucifer would not do anything to revoke the deportation, I started a procedure to change my name and surname to open the only opportunity for me to enter Jordan once again. The instruction from the Divine was to visit Jordan by the end of March of 2019.

I had to decide what to do with things and belongings, which had been left in Aqaba, where to bring them to and how. The rent for the flat in Aqaba was paid until May.

As for Lucifer, I had to “outperform” him. I invited him to Russia. We met in Istanbul, applied for a visa for him and when it was ready we went to Moscow. He started to tell me that I just wanted to kill him slowly. He got very sick and spent all days lying. He did not have any strength. We went to St. Petersburg. He got to know my new name in the hotel there. He was happy and told me that now I could come to Jordan. The whole family was waiting and wanted to meet me. I agreed.

And then March was coming to its end and I was going to go for a journey, although I was a little bit anxious about the way to enter Jordan. I had the new name, but the biometrics of my eyes and hands were taken at the deportation. I asked a lawyer from Amman, what would happen if I entered the country with the new name and he replied categorically, “Do not do it, do not take a risk, this is very dangerous, it is the straight way to the jail.”

The Lucifer’s family was preparing for some celebration and his son was inviting me to come over again and again, as if everyone wanted to meet me so much. That time I was in Antalya, so I bought a ticket to Amman from there. “Yes” and “No” were resounding within me. To go or not to go. But anyways I went to the airport. My heart was beating strongly, the mind was turned off…After check-in I wanted to go back to the hotel, not to take the risk. In the autopilot mode I approached the gates. There again, “No, I do not go anywhere!” I set in a far distance from my boarding gate, pulled a jacket over my head and just heard that they were calling my name, inviting to proceed to the boarding. I just wanted the boarding to be closed quicker and the plane to take off. I had been already imagining, what I would tell to the officers, when I would leave the airport.

And suddenly a man run up to me. He called my name, took my things and brought me to the gate. I just prayed so that everything was alight. The moment I went into the plane, the doors were closed and we went to the take-off strip. Everyone had been waiting just for me.

During the whole flight, which lasted only for 1 hour 20 minutes, I was asking Swami to change my eye's retina, otherwise I would not be able to go through the passport control. My heart was beating as a hammer in my chest. There was also an understanding that whatever happened, would happen by His Divine Will.

We exited the plane. The passport control was in front of me. Nobody was there nearby the officers (his son had promised me that they would meet me and everything would be alright). I came to the officer and gave my passport to him. He asked me to look at the camera and then… stamped my passport and returned it back to me. I was quite shocked. And went out to a meeting zone. Nobody was there too. I started to call M., he did not reply. In about 20 minutes M. called me and told that they were in a police office. The policemen discovered a gun (it was the duty gun) with his brother and they were taken into police custody. I asked where we were going. They said we were going to their mother.

Eventually, a meeting with the main hero of that journey had happened. The mother was playfully smiling and sleepy. They showed me a room, where I could stay alone and everyone went to bed.

Finally we had met with the one, who gave birth to the flip-flopper, hypocrite M. She was as cunning, flexible, lying and possessive. A manipulator, psychopath. Every family member was spinning around her, feeding her with energy and emotions.

I was received warmly. Children were hanging on me as garlands and told me that they fell in love with me. They took care of me as best they could. Everything ran smoothly.

Once again, as before I was not allowed to “give myself away” and reveal the real purpose of the Divine Visit. Everyone had to believe that we were “in love” with M.

M. brought me to some ancient places, nature was beautiful there. And there were many places, connected with the Roman Empire. I just observed everything and everyone. I did not have any interest in anything everyone was doing.
The daily routine of this big clan was quite specific. It can be described in a separate story about life in Patala.

I had never met that much lies and hypocrisy in people throughout all my lives.
The mother of the household settled everything with tricks, lies, screams and cries. Sister of M. called me an “ATM” as I was paying for all expanses by myself and did not tie any financial bonds with them on purpose.

I truly wanted to see the wife of M. But she did not come down from the flat, when M. was at home. His children visited mother of M. His wife lived on the second floor. M. had 5 children, who were simply ignored by him with the exception of the youngest one – his daughter. But once I got a chance to go up to his family’s flat and meet with the wife of M. She talked very warmly with me.
The regime of this “kingdom” was very strange. Everyone was walking around, eating, drinking coffee, discussing something loudly, often shouted until 3 – 4 AM and in the morning I had to go through the sleeping bodies to the kitchen, as everyone was sleeping with the dead sleep until afternoon. Everywhere there was always eternal mess and disorder.

During the first short trip I could meet all his family members. They welcomed me warmly everywhere.

While I was there, I had to keep the purse out of my bag, as M. had a habit of going through the bags and even stealing money. And after all he could do it once, he picked out JOD 100 (RUB 10 thousand). As it had happen before in India, when he stole RUB 5 thousand and told me that somebody else had done it. It was very easy for him to blame somebody and shift his wickedness to other shoulders. He was a professional thief, I was told about it far back in Aqaba. And many things had been lost there.

I had to cover my eyes and ears not to react to everything that was happening there. They were not familiar with such qualities as conscience, honesty, sincerity, truthfulness, purity and righteousness. And I had to “grind” all those evils. My presence always had launched the transformational programs everywhere, but this was the rarest case, incredibly difficult and unique, one of the kind.
I told M. that unless he repealed my deportation, his Karma would suppress him and his relatives. And we agreed that I would help him to break through the bonds of his fateful Karma. He agreed, promised and vowed that he would do anything he could to revoke deportation, continuing to lie that he did not write to the police in Aqaba.

Upon the arrival to Russia I started to prepare the documents for the marriage with a foreigner. In a month everything was ready and I went to Amman again.
During the flight I heard from Swami, “Forgive me that you have to go through such challenges. If not you, who would do it?” That moment I burst into tears. Even when God compassionates for us, He often sends us to complete His tasks, as His instruments. The Game is the Game!!! Physical consciousness is for the world, Divine Consciousness is for the Universe.

I went through the passport control with the strong heartbeat and with the prayers on my lips. M. met me and we went to his mother once again, even though I did want to stay there at all. I asked him to help me to find a nice flat with the good interior.

I invited a girl I knew to come to Jordan, so that she could help me to bring furniture from the flat in Aqaba to Amman. And we equipped the new flat with the necessary facilities, not knowing again for how long we would stay there.
We submitted an application for marriage with M. The procedure appeared to be too long. Some permissions and my identity verification were required everywhere. Every time at the visits to the police, everything tightened within me, the wrath towards M. was bursting the memory, but I had to hold back so that the Divine plans would not be uncovered – I had to “ENTER” his family, the clan of demons and belphegors.

When we drove my acquaintance to Aqaba, so that she could pack things there, I could not appear in that city, as many people in Aqaba knew me and the story about our deportation. On the way back to Amman, I saw a coming sandstorm for the first time in my life. I immediately understood that the Wrath of God, the Energy of His indignation took such form in the Nature. There were other external events, which gave the same signs. The Universe “led” us to the new events in the fight against rakshasas.

There was one more indicator of the wicked character of M. – no one from the people who knew us wanted to see M. and communicate with him. The owner of the flat in Aqaba, the manager of his company and other people, associated with the last year’s events, just refused to communicate with my acquaintance, when she went to Aqaba to collect my belongings, as they thought that M. was together with her there. And only when they got to know that she was alone in Aqaba and were certain about it, they met with her and gave her the keys from the flat. They could not forget, how much harm he did to everyone. And this was his ordinary nature – to spread evils and sins, and destroy goodness and virtues.

On August 6, 2019 our marriage was registered. I had to adopt Islam on paper. And when all documents were translated into English, I saw that he was married to his wife and they were not divorced. Even though he was frothing at the mouth, telling that he had already divorced her long time ago. His falsehood was the foundation of his whole being – both at the small and large scale – endless lies were everywhere. I could not trust him, even one of his words. I wrote his son that we had registered marriage, and M. became violent. He shouted that he would have problems with his wife. And once again he tried to persuade me that papers meant nothing in Jordan and that he was divorced. I just expressed my gratitude to God for giving me patience in such situations.

M. could not work. He constantly was sitting with a phone. Although he had not stopped to communicate with women, watched porno, he still lied that he did not communicate with anyone and that he deleted all applications – lies, as a deep rivers were flowing down from his substance.

I started the process of opening up a company to work in Amman. He followed me everywhere. Everyone was always talking Arabic everywhere. Once again, when the documents were translated into English, it appeared that his name was among the list founders of the company. At that point it became clear that the beginning was the immediate end as well. I played for time, hoping that he would do something to legalise my stay in Jordan, as it was the main condition for my agreement to marry him, when we made a respective arrangement, but M. did not do anything to atone for his sin, when he betrayed Swami so easily and even reported me to the police.

I covered all the expenditures, associated with my stay in Amman, including the rent for the flat, utilities, food products, petroleum and journeys. As he could not work anywhere, he started demanding money, as if he was working as a manager in the company. As usually, M. was slithering like a snake, lied, made excuses and justified his actions, got angry, when I refused to give him money.

We had a good office, where everything was furnished and decorated in the best way. And everyone, who we had to meet and communicate with, considered us a very strange “couple”. We confused everyone, when they saw us as the “couple”. Nobody understood what could unite us, so different we were both internally and externally.

One woman even asked me, “Where did you find this devil-in-the-box?” I could not tell anything to anyone and explain anything. I just silently went further for some finale, which had not been revealed that time yet.

Every morning I begun with the appeal to God, so that this story could end sooner. And every morning I did not know what would happen with me until the evening.

Every evening I did not know would I survive to the morning or not. I could expect anything from him. M. was always dangerous. Sometimes his eyes showed all his anger and hatred. But I moved forward. I knew that he was “disconnected” from every Divine source of energy. He often fell sick. He could not work. He did not have his own money. And he could not change anything in his life.

Relatives of M. did not conceal that they were eagerly waiting for me to bring products to Jordan, hoping that all of them would work for the company. Everyone had already found his or her “golden” corner in it. I told M. that I would not go any step further, unless he legalised my stay in Jordan. Time moved further and he still had not done anything.

By the Will of Fate, during my short stay in this country, I was able to get acquainted with our women, who got married to the Arab men and had been living in Jordan for the long time. Everyone was truly surprised with our “couple”. They did not understand how I was related to M. So far this secret had become an unsolved mystery, which could not be understood by anybody. And it continued to be like this. Even now.

I joined the meetings with the Russian-speaking women, where some discussions were held and they studied Arabic and Al-Quran. All my meetings in life had been always special somehow. If something developed contrary to the Divine Plan, then everything stopped quickly, and if something moved in unison with the Plan then everything progressed further.

Let us come back to the family of M. Even though they knew that he could not work, they constantly asked him for money. He asked me for them. He told me that I had to pay him a salary of JOD 400. He used to use women that way in the past. It was easy for to live as a gigolo. And the lack of any shame and morality helped him to live without blushing for something or being ashamed of anything. I told him about these things, he got mad and hastily ran away, leaving the flat and the office in a fury.

Within me it was told: “YOU HAVE TO SEE [something].” And this happened repeatedly. I was just waiting… waiting for the events on the next page of this story.

On October 26, I was sitting and studying Arabic. M. came back home in the evening and was doing something in the kitchen. Then he brought two glasses of tea. I was surprised with it, “Why would you make it?” M. replied “You are studying, just drink tea.” It was tea with milk. When I tried it, it was oddly bitter. I tried it once again and felt the same bitter taste. Then I took the glass of M. and tried his tea. His tea had a normal, ordinary flavour. I gave my glass to him and forced him to drink from it. He pretended to try my tea, but he did not drink it. He quickly went to the kitchen and poured out tea from my glass. Then I told him that there was no point in trying to poison me, as it did not work on me. I was under protection of God Himself.

Couple of hours earlier that day we went to the bank together and I withdrew some money there. He did not know how to steal them and decided to either send me to sleep or poison me, treating me with this poisoned tea. He hoped that I would not recognise it. He kept a wary eye on me and I was sitting and singing Bhajans. His eyes were full of bewilderment and fear, and I was just praying.

In the morning I looked at his face and noted that it blackened. M. was very angry. I just asked Baba to quickly bring me through this odious trap. And just gentle, “Be patient, YOU MUST SEE,” kept me there, resisting from the will to leave everything and go away from this place.

In the evening of October 27, in a day after his attempt to poison me, he called me and told that he was caught by the police and was taken to a police station. He added that he did not know the reasons to why he was caught.

I had bought a ticket from Amman to Moscow for October 29, but on October 28 I decided to change the route and bought a ticket from Amman to Antalya. Nobody knew I was leaving. His brother asked me to visit M. in the police station. And then I SAW…

M. was led out of the general detention cell in handcuffs. His eyes were full of tears. I gave him money. He explained that Omar (the owner of his former flat that he rented in Aqaba) submitted a claim to the court against him for non-payment of the rent. Through that moment God showed that Lucifer’s invulnerability and impunity from all his evil deeds did not work as before. And that the owner of the flat in Aqaba, who innocently suffered much from the harm done by M., that moment he had become an instrument of the Retribution of the Universe.

In the evening I was leaving Amman already. And immediately his relatives, as a bunch of wild vultures started to ask money from me to help M. One was asking for JOD 500, another one for JOD 1500. The total amount was constantly changing. I told them that I did not have money. I added that when M. reported me to the police, nobody, but God helped me. I told them to let him pray. And I also noted that if all his relatives could collect JOD 100 each, they could pay for all his debts. The relatives were grinding their teeth, yelled and slung mud at me. There was no connection with M.

On November 16 he read my messages, but “proudly” did not reply.
On November 19 I arrived in Amman. I got to know from my acquaintances there the reasons for his arrest. It appeared that M. gave Omar a fake cheque with no money on it.

In response to my messages M. started to send me rude words and threaten me (same as he did in Aqaba), he promised to report me to the police. And he told me that he would give me a week to leave the flat and Jordan. His style and text had not changed in a year. The nature of the Lucifer’s habits reemerged back and clearly showed up on the surface in the common environment. Lies, rudeness, humiliations, assaults and threats abundantly came out of him. This way he was trying to maintain his image of a “hero”.

We were approaching November 23, the Birthday of Sri Sathya Sai Baba. M. suddenly appeared. His face was blackened, he was scruffy, he disgustingly smelled with the cigarettes, and was evil-minded as in Aqaba that time. He said he had been ringing the doorbell for the long time, and that I was with a man. He added that he saw somebody exiting my flat (his regular sick fantasies, coming from his lifestyle in the past). He collected his things (there were not many of them) and went out. His psychopathic Ego turned everything inside out of him. And his messages were full of endless treats… treats… treats…

Once again I wrote to the same girl in Moscow, who helped me with the things in Aqaba and asked her to help me. She arrived immediately and in just two days we collected all things very quickly and brought them to one of my acquaintances in Amman. And exactly the same day, approximately one hour after our departure from the flat, M. came there with his sister. When they saw that the flat was empty, they started to call me and shouted that they would call the police and tell them that I stole everything from the flat.

This proved once again that they had been planning to push me out of the flat beforehand, being sure that I would leave everything and go. Lack of shame would let them to happily use the flat and everything that was inside of it, everything that was bought not by them and not for them. M. continuously called, yelled at me and threatened that he had already reported us to the police, that we stole his documents and that we would not be able to leave Amman. If only we had a little bit more time (we were in rush to leave Amman), I would better give all my belongings and furniture to the Palestinians, rather than to those devils).
Meanwhile we were on our way to Aqaba with my friend, as the next day we had to go to Russia from Eilat (Israel).

At the border we were held for a long time. Many people, who came to the officers and submitted the documents after us, quickly received them back and went to the territory of Israel. As for our passports, the officer held them in hands and showed them to this officer and other officers of the border post. We started to call the Russian Consulate to inform them on the delay with our passports. The moment we called them, the officer brought out and gave us back our documents. If I was there alone I would not worry that much, but I sincerely did not want my girl to suffer in this uneasy situation, as it had happen before in Aqaba, as a result of the Lucifer evil attacks on me.

The officers frisked us and our things very carefully in Israel. These were the same evil energies following us as a “tail” from Jordan. This special tension “filled” the space until our very departure. Thus God of the Universe “guided” us “out” of the space of hatred and malice of Lucifer.

I always recognise that something significant for the Universe should happen on this day – November 23, the Sai Baba’s Birthday. At the moment, Jordan is the most problematic place on Earth. All this time I have been there for a reason. There was a reason, that I was there exactly on November 23, as on this day the Jordanian borders were fenced off with the Shiva’s Trishulas, with their pikes directed downward to the ground and the territory of the country was covered by Shiva’s Trishulas, with their pikes directed upward to the sky. This fact proved one more time that Jordan would face new developments, which would purify its space.

Extraordinary processes started much earlier. Many life-support and survival systems of M. were “cut off” from him. But his habits of living, resorting to manipulations with other people, automatically came to the surface. He easily outfoxed the owner of the office, as many other around, when after my departure he took out all furniture, which I bought for it. As easily he hoodwinked the owner of the flat in Amman, when he lied to him that the he owned the furniture in the flat. And he was telling unimaginable false stories about me, spreading gossips and wrongful accusations. Both the owner of the flat and the owner of the office were shocked with the happening events and incoming news. They were writing me and offered me help with any issues.

It is impossible to describe the power of Divine Wrath that time (and not only that time). Soon enough all the scenes that had happened there, were enlightened by the light of the Divine Plan. I just had to wait and observe the subsequent events. It is clear as day that M. has no future. His moral, spiritual, physical emptiness and the absence of the resources are apparent. He did everything out of his inner anger and jealousy, covering his every wickedness with endless sophisticated lies. One more time he took up arms in an open battle with the Energy of the Creator without any resources, any wisdom, backed only by advices of his mother and sister, not taking into account his previous malice acts, not atoning his guilt for the wrongdoing in the past, which causes “an audio feedback loop” in the whole Universe. The result of this fight is predetermined and would not take long to be seen. This the Fact.

All expectations of the clan of M. turned sour. They wanted too much, seeing just one more ordinary Russian woman in the life of M. They would be happy to lay their hands on all my belongings, flat, adding to the resources and my Soul… And these all would not be enough to satisfy them.

Soon enough M. turned on his old phone number, opened all applications, which he used to use for communicating with the tourists (although he was constantly foaming at the mouth and telling that he had deleted everything and all numbers had been lost, that there was nothing left, which would connect him with his past – all these were his ordinary and standard lies).

But, when Rudra’s Energy comes into Its Own Rights in the Universe, it only means the eradication of all negative settings, however strong, deep and ancient they are. Decades, hundreds and thousands of years – it does not matter. Rudra’s Energy is RELENTLESS IN THE RE-ESTABLISHMENT OF THE UNIVERSAL EQUILIBRIUM. The Law of the Universal Equilibrium is FIRM AND KNOWS NO COMPROMISE. The Judgement of God proceeds with THE DIVINE JUST RETRIBUTION.

Now all the resources are cut off from M. Even the pandemic closed his tourist business and he cannot return to his previous life, as he would want to.

At the moment all borders are closed. But I am yet to see another Jordan. I know that all this time, when I am not staying there physically, my image is present in this clan, as an eternal phantom. They nervously shiver each time, when I appear in the form of images and scents before them. They constantly feel my presence around them. Their centuries-old demonic living foundations set by Lucifer have crashed. Mentality of M., which was ill before, has led him to complete inadequacy.

The connection with him has been lost. He does not understand that all stench, which has been being produced in the Universe for centuries, was coming out of his evil-smelling substance. And he writes that he wants to get free of dirty me. His inadequate request, “Do not write me”, when I have not written him for a long time, proved his Madness one more time.

The Lucifer’s story is very toxic, disgusting and long-running. And it seems that it is my destiny and duty to dissolve this substance on the verge of the Universal Transition to the Golden Age – the Age of Sathya Sai. THE AGE OF PURITY, RIGHTEOUSNESS, NON-VIOLENCE, PEACE AND LOVE.