“I exist for those, for whom I exist”

According to Anastasia, special combinations of letters and words are inserted into this real-life, book, which influence a man (male and female) beneficially.

You can feel these influences while reading it, when your hearing is not disturbed by sounds produced by artificial things and mechanisms.

Natural sounds like: the singing of birds, the sound of rain, the rustling of leaves in the trees, help to produce positive influences.

This Book which tells the story of a remarkable woman named Anastasia, discovered in 1995 by a Siberian trader, Vladimir Nikolayevich Puzakov, while he was plying the waters of the remote Ob River.

Anastasia was born in the forest in 1969 to parents who died tragically when she was just a baby.

Living for the most part without warm clothes, food cultivation or man-made shelter, she has survived on fruit, nuts, berries and mushrooms, brought to her by "wild" animals with which she lives in peaceful harmony.

'Vlad' initially spent three days with Anastasia, during which time she displayed such astounding knowledge, power and wisdom, that he abandoned his business and, at her request, began writing.

She told him she would encode his writings with an energy that would cause them to sell in the millions. Despite his lack of writing experience, this is exactly what happened.

It is Anastasia's ability to strike a chord in the heart of the reader that makes this so very unusual.

The purity and power of her words is provoking an outpouring of joy and hope in people from all walks of life.

Anastasia is the first of a 9-book-'series' which has sold over 11 million copies and has been translated into 20 different languages.

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This excerpt is taken from his first book, Anastasia, an 'un-authorized' English 1996 Edition, which my wife purchased in 2012.

Bob
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Anastasia

Remarkable woman of the Siberian forest.

Anastasia is considered to be a surviving member of an ancient Vedic culture, whose powers and knowledge far exceed anything known today. She is the inspiration for the Ringing Cedars Series.

According to Megré's account, (the author's 'non-de-plume' i.e. 'pen-name' of his surname), she was born in 1969, in the Western Siberian taiga (boreal forests) not far from the city of Surgut on the river Ob. Her parents died tragically in a forest accident when she was just a baby.

She lives in the wilderness—for the most part without warm clothes, food cultivation or man-made shelter—and survives on fruit, nuts, berries and mushrooms, brought to her by "wild" animals with which she lives in peaceful harmony.

She consistently displays the most developed psychic and mental powers including remote viewing and healing, mind reading and seemingly perfect memory.

When challenged to solve some of society's most complex social, health and environmental problems, after only a few minutes, lying on her back on the ground, with eyes closed and just her fingertips twitching,

She has provided answers in such incredible detail, that witnesses have been left flabbergasted.

She says these powers are natural to Mankind and in these books she describes exactly how they may be regained by any one of us.

Most of all she is a beautiful mystery—one who has changed the landscape of metaphysical thought with her foresight and innate wisdom.
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Review by Donald J. Supkov, PhD, Professional Hydrologist

For uncounted eons of time, humanity has been traveling on a road of exploration, encountering the wonders of Mother Nature while benefiting from the uncounted gifts provided freely by Mother Nature.

During this voyage of exploration humanity started out as hunter-gatherers to obtain nourishment to sustain itself along the way.

In this phase of the explorative journey, humans had very intimate contact with Mother Nature in order to learn the ways of Mother Nature in order to survive.

In the course of time, humanity developed agriculture and animal husbandry and further reaped the benefits provided by Mother Nature.

As agriculturalists, humans became more tied to a specific location because of the requirements needed for agricultural crops which are attached to the ground and thus are not prone to wander around the land as their human caretakers are able to do.

But a blessing provided by Mother Nature to humanity through the gift of agriculture was the ability to provide a surplus of food, far beyond the needs of the people actually remaining fixed in the places of crop production.

This allowed in the development of civilization, a wide diversity of job descriptions, seemingly unconnected to Mother Nature, compared to the hunter-gatherers and the agriculturalists.

Because of the bounties provided by Mother Nature through the agriculturalists, some individuals became free to continue the voyage of exploration to view first hand what Mother Nature had to offer in more distant and remote locations.

This has given rise to the hero adventurer who travels to distant places and returns to his native land with stories relating his voyage of exploration.

These adventure exploration stories frequently have associated with them descriptions of some fabulous gift or treasure provided by Mother Nature.

Examples come to mind such as Jason and the Golden Fleece, Ponce de Leon and the Fountain of Youth, Marco Polo and the stones that burn (coal) from China.

As civilization developed and spawned the industrial revolution, humanity accelerated the exploitation of these gifts from Mother Nature such as coal, oil, natural gas, iron, various minerals, lumber, waterpower, while at the same time becoming detached from the source of these gifts.

While the non-food raising members of agricultural society became more and more dependent on only a few crops as a food supply, such as corn, wheat, and rice, they became afflicted with various ailments that characterize modern society.

This condition is contrasted with the Hunzas in northern Pakistan who thrive disease-free to ripe old ages solely by eating organically grown crops and by drinking “glacier milk”, the milky glacial melt water loaded with finely pulverized rock.

The indigenous people from around the world seem to have within each tribe a “medicine man” or shaman, who is most intimately connected with Mother Nature.

The shaman collects various herbs from Mother Nature's storehouse and uses them to help heal any member of the tribe who becomes afflicted with some sort of ailment.

Perhaps there is some sort of inner knowledge deep within the human psyche that keeps reminding us that somewhere Mother Nature has provided a gift, hidden in plain view, that will prove to contain a cure for any ailment that afflicts humans.

Perhaps this inner knowledge is what makes the game of Easter Egg Hunt so popular among children.

Maybe this is why older children and young adults enjoy the game of Treasure Hunt so much.

But even though mature adults are no longer tied to the soil in a civilized agrarian society devoted to supporting the growth of industrialization, most of us still can not travel to far and distant places to explore the wonders and gifts of Mother Nature.

So we provide the wherewithall to allow surrogates to do the adventuring for us.

Perhaps the best example is of humans collectively sending a few astronauts to the Moon. What a grand adventure all humanity was able to participate in via the wonders of television! That is big time adventure!

These explorer adventurers, who flew to the moon, have taken on hero status along with Marco Polo, Columbus and Magellan who merely made long trips on the surface of the Earth.

But there are other explorer adventurers who made very short trips and discovered other gifts from Mother Nature.

Consider Loenhoek who made a microscope and then traveled no farther than to the inside of a drop of water and there discovered a whole new world of living organisms.

Microbiologists have since explored inside common soil samples and there discovered more gifts from Mother Nature consisting of antibiotics such as penicillin.

Biologists are continuing to explore the tropical rainforests for more gifts from Mother Nature, hoping to find more cures for human ailments.

Perhaps one of the least likely places for an adventurer to explore for gifts from Mother Nature from the perspectives of an American reader is Siberia.

Now that is a place that could use a little bit of public relations work! What comes to mind at the mention of the name Siberia?

Snow, ice, frigid cold, remoteness, desolation, prison camps? Perhaps some frozen mammoths still locked in a deep freeze from the time of the last ice age?

I think you will have a pleasant surprise when you accompany Vladimir Megré in his exploration of Russia and share in his discovery of more wonderful gifts from Mother Nature:

The Ringing Cedars of Russia, and Anastasia, a modern day shaman from the wilds of Siberia.

When I say wild, it is really an understatement! Learn about the many precious gifts from Mother Nature that are hidden in plain view which Anastasia desires to reveal to the entire world, including the great healing powers of the Ringing Cedars of Russia.

If you find that the healing powers of the Ringing Cedars are beyond belief, you may still benefit from reading what Vladimir Megré has to say, since you will find that this is also a very readable love story like none other you have ever read.

Although, the story was originally written in Russian, you will find that the English translation made by Larisa Malgosheva-Bartone reads like any story written in English and shows that humans are basically the same everywhere, no matter where they live and no matter what language they speak.

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RINGING CEDAR

In the spring of 1994 I (Vladimir Nikolayevich Puzakov), chartered three river motorboats on which I accomplished a four months expedition up the Siberian river Ob.

We started from Novosibirsk, moved up to Salekhard and downwards. The aim of the expedition was to regulate the economic connections with the regions of the Extreme North.

The expedition ran under the name of Merchantman. The largest passenger motorboats was named after Patris Lumumba**

(I believe that in the Western Siberian River Steam-Navigation, they give strange names to the ships like:

Mariya Ulyanova, Patrice Lumumba**, Mikhail Kalinin or some-thing like that, as if there were no other historically-prominent personalities in Siberia).

**[Lumumba was a Congolese politician and independence leader who served as the first Prime Minister of the independent Democratic Republic of the Congo (then Republic of the Congo) from June until September 1960.]

Our headquarters, the exhibition of Siberian entrepreneurs and a store were located on this ship.

The caravan was to go to North for about 3,500 kilometers.

We were to visit relatively large cities such as: Tomsk, Niznevartovsk, Surgut, Khant-Mansiysk, Salekhard as well as small settlements which are possible to reach with cargo only within a limited period of the navigation season.

In the daytime the caravan's ships usually stopped at settlements. We were trading and negotiating establishing permanent economic connections. We moved on at night.

When it was rather stormy, we preferred to moor at any settlement and organize evenings of recreation with dancing for the local youths.

Such kind of recreation has been very rare lately as all kinds of clubs and Houses of Culture have become very dilapidated. Cultural and educational work is almost neglected there.

Sometimes we were floating for 24 hours without stopping as there were no settlements, only taiga (virgin forest) all over. The only means of communication for many, many kilometers around was the river.

At that time it did not occur to me since it was outside my province, that at one of those kilometers fortune had prepared for me a meeting which would change my life completely.

Here at a tiny village consisting of just a couple of small houses, far removed from the nearest big settlement which was hundreds of kilometers away, I ordered the leading ship to be moored to the bank.

I planned to dock there for three hours, just to let my people relax while walking around the village.

At the same time it was an opportunity for the native population to buy some goods from us and in exchange to purchase fish and wild herbs at a low price.

While there, two local old men addressed me as the leader of the caravan with a very strange request. One of them looked older than the other.

The older one was quiet and the younger one started to speak. He tried to convince me to lend them at least 50 men from the crew. I should like to mention that our crew consisted of only 65 people.

They proposed to lead us into the taiga, 25 kilometers away from the riverbank where we were docking.

They wanted to cut down, what he called, a 'Ringing Cedar'.

The cedar, according to his estimations was almost 40 meters high.

He suggested that we saw the tree 'into pieces so it would be possible to carry it by hand to the mother ship.

Then they wanted us to cut those pieces into smaller ones so each of us could take a piece for ourselves and a few more to give to our relatives, friends and anybody who would like to receive them as a gift.

The old man said that the cedar was not an ordinary one.

A piece of it was to be carried as a pendant on a string.

Moreover, while putting it on the chest it was necessary to stand barefooted on grass, pressing it to one's naked chest with the left palm.

In a minute one would feel a very pleasant warmth coming from the cedar piece, then one would experience a sensation of a light flash flowing through the body.

On occasion, when one felt the desire, it was recommended to rub it with the finger tips on that side of the cedar piece which was not touching the body.

While polishing it, one should hold the piece by pressing the thumbs to the opposite side which does not face the body.

In three months the owner of the Ringing Cedar piece will feel considerable improvement in one's health, and may experience healing from many diseases.

“Even from AIDS?” I asked, trying to explain the symptoms of this disease, telling them what I knew myself from past reading.

The man answered confidently with firm belief, “From any illness!” According to his affirmation that was the least of it.

Most important was the fact that the owner of such a piece of cedar would become more kind, more successful and more talented.

At that time I did not know much about the healing power of cedar, but its abilities sounded to me absolutely 'unrealistic'.

Then I told the old men that over there on “the big land” (the industrial areas with big cities) the women preferred to decorate themselves with gold and silver jewelry to attract the attention of other people.

“They are wearing them because they don't realize that gold is dust compared to one piece of this cedar,” he responded confidently.

Trying to avoid argument and paying respect to their age, I said,

Well, may be, .....

If a great wood carver would apply his skill and create something extraordinarily beautiful .....”

“0ne can carve, of course, but it is 'better to polish it' by oneself, with one's own fingers, when one's soul chooses to do it.

Then the piece of cedar will look beautiful outside”.

While saying this he hurriedly unbuttoned his worn down jacket and shirt and showed something which was hanging on his chest.

It was a round, protuberance or, rather, an oval thing.

There was a fancy, inconspicuous design on it in violet, crimson and reddish brown. The fibers of wood looked like tiny brooks.

I am not an expert on works of art, though I have visited a variety of galleries and museums.

The world famous masterpieces did not excite me as much as this fascinating object hanging on the old man's chest.

It touched my feelings and emotions, much more strongly than my visit to the famous Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow!

“How long have you been polishing your piece of cedar?”, I asked.

“Ninety three years”, was the answer.

“Well, and how old are you?”, I asked again.

“0ne hundred and nineteen”, he said.

I did not believe his answer at that moment.

He looked not more than seventy five or so. He did not pay any attention to my doubts.

The old man, being a bit excited, started to convince me that a piece of cedar would look as beautiful on anyone in three years only.

Eventually it would get better and better, especially on women.

The body of the owner would produce a wonderful aroma, incomparable to any perfume created by man.

I was aware that the scent which was emanating from both men was very pleasant indeed. Even though I am a smoker yet I could smell it. They say that the smoker's sense of smell is usually weaker.

I also noticed that his vocabulary differed from those of the native population.

The phrases and word combinations he used were certainly not characteristic of the inhabitants of the far North.

Some of these are still reverberating in my ears, even the melody and intonation.

The old man spoke like this: “God has created the cedar as an accumulator of cosmic energy.

A man, when he feels love, is producing radiation.

Within a fraction of a second, this radiation comes back to the earth after being reflected from the planets above, and gives life to everything living.

The sun, one of the heavenly bodies, is reflecting an incomplete spectrum of this radiation.

Only light radiation from a man, goes to the cosmos, and comes back to the Earth again, solely as a benevolent, positive one.

A man who possesses malicious feelings emanates only dark radiation. It can't ascend so it goes deep down inside the Earth.

Having been reflected from the planet's depths, it comes back to the surface in the form of volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and wars.

The highest achievement of reflected 'dark radiation', is its direct influence on man.

It increases the malicious feelings in him. The lifetime of cedar is 550 years.

Day and night it catches and accumulates all spectrum of light energy through millions of its needle leaves.

During the cedar's lifetime, all kinds of objects are passing over it, reflecting this energy.

Even a tiny piece of cedar contains more energy than all man-made energy, producing units taken together.

Cedar receives the emanation from man's energy through the Cosmos.

It preserves and gives the energy back to the Cosmos when its level goes down and accordingly it goes down in man too.

This includes everything living and growing on the Earth.

It happens, though very seldom, that cedars just accumulate but don't give back the accumulated energy.

When such 'cedars' are 'five hundred years' old they 'start to ring', thus they are 'trying to communicate'.

They give a welcome sign, inviting man to use their energy on Earth for good purposes.

Such a cedar produces a 'vibrating ringing sound' for 'three years' if it does 'not' come in contact with people.

After these three years, if it fails to give its energy accumulated via the Cosmos directly to man, it loses the energy by burning it within itself.

The torturous process of burning-dying lasts for twenty seven years.

Recently, we have found this kind of cedar.

According to our estimation it has been ringing for 'two years' already, it means that only one year is left.

It is necessary to cut it, and give it to people”.

The old man had been speaking for a long time, his voice filled with a quiet assurance.

When he became excited, he polished his piece of cedar with his finger tips very quickly, as if he were playing a musical instrument.

It was pretty cold; a fresh wind was blowing from the river, but his worn jacket and shirt were still unbuttoned.

A member of our firm, Lidiya Petrovna, came down and told us that the crew was ready to leave and they were waiting for me.

So I had to say “Good Bye” to the strange old men and went on board.

It was impossible for me to fulfill their request: three days' delay would cost us dearly.

Everything I had been told by those men I took for a kind of extreme superstition, or simply as one of the local myths.

The next day during our business planning meeting I noticed that Lidiya Petrovna was rubbing a piece of cedar hanging on her chest.

Later on she told me that after I had left, she saw that the old man I was talking with, looked very confused and unhappy while watching me leave.

Then he addressed his companion speaking very 'excitedly':

“How come... I absolutely can't speak their language... I have failed to convince them. I could not! I've failed! Nothing has come of it”.

The one who looked older told him:

“You did not sound convincing, my son. You did not reach their consciousness”.

“When I was already walking up the steps”, Lidiya Petrovna went on, “the old man, the one who was speaking to you (the slightly younger-looking one),.....

Suddenly rushed to me, caught my hand, led me down the steps to the grass, took out of his pocket a string with this piece of cedar wood.

He put it on me, pressed it to my chest with my palm, by putting his hand on mine.

Immediately I felt a trembling sensation all over my body.

When I was leaving, he kept saying, "Happy voyage!

Be happy, all of you!

Come next year.

All the best to all of you.

We shall be waiting for you.

Happy voyage!"
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More to come later on Monday evening - Eastern Time . . . . . .

Bob
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