Experiment with a mirror

 What I want to tell you happened five years ago. My husband and I were working in Mongolia at the time. There was a tense situation with literature, so any book, newspaper or magazine brought back from vacation was literally passed around. And so in one magazine, I don't remember the name anymore, I came across an article about the magical power of mirrors. At one time, I learned to predict the future of my friends from coffee grounds, but I couldn't look into my own future in this way, I simply couldn't see anything in my cup. And in this article it was said that a mirror can show both the future and the past, depending on what you focus on.

This idea has sunk into my soul. It was just the right time: the children had already left, the husband had gone on a business trip. And then one day on the weekend, when all the business was already over, the sun went down, and I decided to experiment with the mirror. I put a stool in the hall, installed a table mirror on it, and arranged it so that I could see my face completely. She placed two candles on either side of him, lit them, and sat on the floor in front of the mirror. She tried to look at her face in a relaxed manner, avoiding eye contact with her reflection.; as I understand it now, I was looking into the supposed area of the "third eye."

At first, nothing interesting happened. I was already beginning to think that nothing would work out, when suddenly my face began to lose its contours, and I saw myself the same, but much younger. It seemed as if the mirror was flipping through the pages of my life, but not towards the future, but showing me my past. The changes were slow at first, so I could keep track of these visions. The faces of my relatives and children flashed by, and I even saw my first love.

Then something changed, the change of faces began to happen faster; I almost couldn't figure out who I was seeing in front of me, and it seemed that the mirror was darkening. And the faces that appeared in it seemed angry, dissatisfied, sometimes even angry. I felt uneasy somehow - fear enveloped me in sticky threads, and when the evil, distorted face of a completely unfamiliar old woman appeared in the mirror, who looked into my eyes and, as it seemed to me, began to stretch out her hand towards me, my nerves could not stand it, and I abruptly turned away from myself The mirror.

What was that? Did I really see my future, or did I just do something wrong and cause some other entities? I don't know. I didn't even risk putting out the candles right away, so as not to stay in the dark — I blew them out only after I turned on the light in the room. My heart was pounding in my chest, my whole face was covered in sweat, and for a long time after that I couldn't come to my senses. I no longer had the desire to repeat this experience, and my attitude towards mirrors has changed.: I began to look at them rarely, whenever possible in a good mood. I try to clean them more often and I do not advise anyone to conduct such experiments without careful preparation.