Re: Re: Svetlana - my Mom

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Dear Svetlana, What a blessing! I am so happy for you and your family that your mom will have many more years of life to spend with you all. She will be in good hands with all of you. Thank you for sharing your poignant story with us all.    God Bless, and Palasti From: [mailto: ] On Behalf Of Svetlana MasgutovaSent: November 23, 2010 9:35 AM Subject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL. On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears… My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position – I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with. Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!†I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your bestâ€. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?†I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time. Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions. I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?†My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together. My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end. At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their children… All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some " my room " in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found " mine " . Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes†and “Noâ€. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE†And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long. The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

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must be the change you wish to see in the world." Mahatma GandhiThank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

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Dearest Svetlana.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us: It reminds me at a

very deep level of the power of prayer, especially when we join our hearts

and intentions together.

I am aware of this whenever I touch a child through this work. I know that

you and your work are a gift from the HIGHEST SOURCE. You and your family

continue to be in my thoughts and prayers.

May you forever walk in Light and Love.

With my deepest love and respect.

Joan

On Tue, November 23, 2010 09:35, Svetlana Masgutova wrote:

>  

> Thank you from all of us to  all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me

> and our families   

> This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me

> to write about it, because it is  not easy for the scientist’s mind to

> understand all that has happened.  I want to be honest as my parents have

> taught me to be as I describe this experience. This story is long so it may

> take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall

> call DEATH and  the ANGEL.  On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called 

> me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had

> gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm;

> Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or

> brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements,

> swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was

> in tears…  My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger

> cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow.  The

> hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that

> could help to clarify her diagnosis  My call to the Doctor at Emergency

> Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our

> family.  The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the

> level of diencephalon.  This stroke was due to  high blood pressure and a

> thrombus moving  to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late

> August). He

> didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom

> at the hospital ; nor would he allow  her to be transported to a bigger

> hospital.  He felt that transporting her was not safe  and that we all

> needed to wait for the outcome:  she would either become worse or to move

> forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to

> do  his best.   He told me that he does his best for all his patients . 

> I  understood him and his

> professional position – I have the same motto:  to do my best for every

> one child/adult I work with.  Still my soul and instinct were screaming:

> “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS

> IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!†I didn’t say these words out loud. I

> held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I

> know you will do your bestâ€.  I put down the telephone and started

> thinking: “What is your

> best?†I didn’t know him, this dear doctor.  He had no tomography, no

> ultrasonography – nothing. He was a  doctor from the depth of the Urals…

> a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to  reach and

> possibly not for a long time.   Days before this day of tragedy, she was an

> active woman, laughing, full of life.  Because  I live far away from my

> parents (4500 kilometers), and  I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no

> possibility to influence the chain of  events and decisions.  I live in

> Warsaw where I lecture at  the Neurology Department of a Medical

> Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest

> regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available

> in the Urals,  so it was useless to  ask anybody for help and feedback.  I

> felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no

> possibilities to help.  I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands

> to help. Why?â€Â  My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I

> have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul

> was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear  my

> Dad  crying on the telephone. 

> My parents have known  each other since they were 6 years old ,  and have

> been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.   My adopted

> brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to

> organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow.  The doctor

> again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport

> her.  We surrendered  all into GOD’S HANDS.  I made the only choice –

to

> trust  GOD. I was ready for any end.  At the end of Day 2 doctor said that

> my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my

> head like an involuntary film.  The feelings of being a toddler in bed

> with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day.  Our family theater. 

> My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; 

> her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made

> decision about marriage;  her and my dad taking care of my little son and

> me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my

> younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in

> Poland.  It has been a very

> rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT.  I realized MY

> MOM

> was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life.  Like

> thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their children…        All our

> families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to

our

> parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my

> Mom –

> to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first. During this early morning  of

> November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I

> was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was  looking for some  " my

> room "   in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found " mine " . 

> Across from

> my room a  man was coming dressed in Black clothes.  I initially smiled

> thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when

> he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s.  I was

> mistaken. It soon became clear to me that  this man was  DEATH.  I was

> frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life.  I stepped

> aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my

> room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I

> didn’t know what that meant.  Had DEATH come to our family? I was afraid

> to call my parent’s home or the  hospital. I pushed myself hard and made

> the call.  My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started

> showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on

> her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind.  We will need to teach her

> again to walk, to speak, to write  My son told me that she could

> communicate by two signs “Yes†and “Noâ€. He asked her what happened to

her

> when she started to move. With long questions he got the following

> information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL

> told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE†And… this had

> happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15

> am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would

> come back… I am amazed by the strength of prayer and  the international

> wishes of love from so  many people that know me.  I am on my knees in

> front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of

> saving  the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal

> soul. I hope she will live long.    The lessons are many. One for me is

> that prayers from  loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF

> LIFE…  Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

> I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

> WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, 

> Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

>

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Your family has been in Leo"s and my nightly prayers.

Namaste

Becky and Leo Moynihan

Houston, tx

In a message dated 11/23/2010 6:59:38 A.M. Pacific Standard Time, masgutova@... writes:

Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears…

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position – I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!†I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your bestâ€. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?†I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time.

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions.

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?†My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end.

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their children…

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some "my room" in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found "mine". Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call.

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes†and “Noâ€. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE†And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS,

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

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absolutely fabulous!!!!  God Be with and Bless you all, especially your Mom as she journeys on.Joni in Minnesota, USA From: [mailto: ] On Behalf Of Svetlana MasgutovaSent: Tuesday, November 23, 2010 9:00 AM Subject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL. On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears… My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position – I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with. Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!†I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your bestâ€. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?†I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time. Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions. I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?†My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together. My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end. At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their children… All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some " my room " in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found " mine " . Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes†and “Noâ€. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE†And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long. The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

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This is a wonderful story, Svetlana! We wish your Mom a fast recovery.Vadim, and From: Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...>Subject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom Date: Tuesday, November 23, 2010, 6:35 AM

Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears…

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor

– I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position – I

have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!� I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best�. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?� I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time.

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions.

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?� My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad

crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of

marriage together.

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end.

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE

and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children…

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some "my room" in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found "mine". Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a

step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our

family? I was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call.

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes� and “No�. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE� And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when

nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS,

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

Hello,

I am new to the group, will you be able to share your experience with Masgutova? Where I live are just very few consultants.

Thank you

Liliana

From: Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...>Subject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom Date: Tuesday, November 23, 2010, 6:35 AM

Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears…

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position –

I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!� I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best�. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?� I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time. Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions. I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?� My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end. At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children… All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first. During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some "my room" in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found "mine". Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I

was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes� and “No�. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE� And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back… I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long. The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me… I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS, WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

Such wonderful news, Svetlana!!!Thanks so much for letting us all know.Love, On Tue, Nov 23, 2010 at 11:05 AM, ANGELINA LOPEZ <lpzfamily@...> wrote:

 

Dr. Svetlana,

I am so very happy to hear that your mother is doing better.  We will continue to pray for her.  Thank you for sharing your personal and beautiful experience.  I will share it with ; he will be very happy to hear about it!  God Bless you and your family Dr. Sveltana.

Warmly,

Angie

From: Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...>Subject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom

Date: Tuesday, November 23, 2010, 6:35 AM

 

 

Thank you from all of us to  all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families 

 

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is  not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened.  I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and  the ANGEL. 

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called  me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears… 

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow.  The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis 

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family.  The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon.  This stroke was due to  high blood pressure and a thrombus moving  to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow  her to be transported to a bigger hospital.  He felt that transporting her was not safe  and that we all needed to wait for the outcome:  she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do  his best.   He told me that he does his best for all his patients .  I  understood him and his professional position –

I have the same motto:  to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

 Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!â€� I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your bestâ€�.  I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?â€� I didn’t know him, this dear doctor.  He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a  doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to  reach and possibly not for a long time.  

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life.  Because  I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and  I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of  events and decisions. 

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at  the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals,  so it was useless to  ask anybody for help and feedback.  I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help.  I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?â€�  My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear  my Dad  crying on the telephone.  My parents have known  each other since they were 6 years old ,  and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.

 

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow.  The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her.  We surrendered  all into GOD’S HANDS.  I made the only choice – to trust  GOD. I was ready for any end. 

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film.  The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day.  Our family theater.  My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses;  her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage;  her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland.  It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT.  I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life.  Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children…       

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning  of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was  looking for some  " my room "   in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found " mine " .  Across from my room a  man was coming dressed in Black clothes.  I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s.  I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that  this man was  DEATH.  I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life.  I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant.  Had DEATH come to our family? I

was afraid to call my parent’s home or the  hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. 

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind.  We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write  My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yesâ€� and “Noâ€�. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVEâ€� And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and  the international wishes of love from so  many people that know me.  I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving  the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.   

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from  loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE…  Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, 

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

Dear Svetlana,

Thank you so much for the update, we

were all very concerned.

I was touched by your sincere writing

especially the sentence “PLEASE, THIS IS MY MOM, HELP HER "   after being in similar situation many

times wishing the Dr./practitioner would do their best for my daughter...

I want to take this opportunity to

thank you for always doing your very best for my daughter and for all the other children you help.

 Your kindness and generosity are inspirational and we are so lucky to learn

so much from you. Please know that you, your mom, and the rest of your family

are in our thoughts and we send you all positive energy.

Best wishes for full recovery to your

dear mom,

Iris, Ariel and Keren

On Tue, Nov 23, 2010 at 11:16 AM, <elk280@...> wrote:

 

Your family has been in Leo " s and my nightly prayers.

 

Namaste

Becky and Leo Moynihan

Houston, tx

 

In a message dated 11/23/2010 6:59:38 A.M. Pacific Standard Time, masgutova@... writes:

 

 

Thank you from all of us to  all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families 

 

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is  not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened.  I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and  the ANGEL. 

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called  me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears… 

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow.  The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis 

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family.  The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon.  This stroke was due to  high blood pressure and a thrombus moving  to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow  her to be transported to a bigger hospital.  He felt that transporting her was not safe  and that we all needed to wait for the outcome:  she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do  his best.   He told me that he does his best for all his patients .  I  understood him and his professional position – I have the same motto:  to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

 Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!” I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best”.  I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?” I didn’t know him, this dear doctor.  He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a  doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to  reach and possibly not for a long time.  

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life.  Because  I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and  I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of  events and decisions. 

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at  the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals,  so it was useless to  ask anybody for help and feedback.  I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help.  I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?”  My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear  my Dad  crying on the telephone.  My parents have known  each other since they were 6 years old ,  and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.  

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow.  The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her.  We surrendered  all into GOD’S HANDS.  I made the only choice – to trust  GOD. I was ready for any end. 

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film.  The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day.  Our family theater.  My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses;  her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage;  her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland.  It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT.  I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life.  Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their children…       

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning  of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was  looking for some  " my room "   in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found " mine " .  Across from my room a  man was coming dressed in Black clothes.  I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s.  I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that  this man was  DEATH.  I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life.  I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant.  Had DEATH come to our family? I was afraid to call my parent’s home or the  hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. 

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind.  We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write  My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes” and “No”. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE” And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and  the international wishes of love from so  many people that know me.  I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving  the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.   

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from  loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE…  Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, 

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

I am not sure if you remember us - Sandi and Dayne from Ontario. Dayne is a wonderful angel child and I told him of your mother's troubles. He did not say she is going to the universe and he has with all others who have passed away. So that is a wonderful sign. We are sending you love and joy for your wonderful mother and family. XOXO

From: Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...> Sent: Tue, November 23, 2010 9:35:11 AMSubject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom

Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears…

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position –

I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!� I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best�. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?� I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time.

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions.

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?� My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end.

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children…

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some "my room" in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found "mine". Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I

was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call.

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes� and “No�. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE� And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS,

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

Dear Svetlana ~The beauty of your mother's spirit shines through your words and I'm sure all of us can feel what a tremendous gift she has been in your life and those of your family

members.Please let her know our international Love is with her and combines with the support that isall around her as she begins her journey ahead of rehabilitation.  My father had a stroke 

on October 11th after a keyhole heart surgery - just a month before your mother's -and he has made a miraculous recovery.  I pray that a similar miracle is waiting foryour mother.

May she and all your family members be blessed ~Suzanne Amanor-Wilks

On Tue, Nov 23, 2010 at 8:35 AM, Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...> wrote:

 

 

Thank you from all of us to  all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families 

 

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is  not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened.  I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and  the ANGEL. 

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called  me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears… 

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow.  The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis 

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family.  The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon.  This stroke was due to  high blood pressure and a thrombus moving  to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow  her to be transported to a bigger hospital.  He felt that transporting her was not safe  and that we all needed to wait for the outcome:  she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do  his best.   He told me that he does his best for all his patients .  I  understood him and his professional position – I

have the same motto:  to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

 Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!” I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best”.  I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?” I didn’t know him, this dear doctor.  He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a  doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to  reach and possibly not for a long time.  

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life.  Because  I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and  I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of  events and decisions. 

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at  the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals,  so it was useless to  ask anybody for help and feedback.  I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help.  I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?”  My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear  my Dad  crying on the telephone.  My parents have known  each other since they were 6 years old ,  and have been living in great love for 53 years of

marriage together.  

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow.  The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her.  We surrendered  all into GOD’S HANDS.  I made the only choice – to trust  GOD. I was ready for any end. 

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film.  The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day.  Our family theater.  My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses;  her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage;  her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland.  It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT.  I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life.  Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children…       

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning  of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was  looking for some  " my room "   in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found " mine " .  Across from my room a  man was coming dressed in Black clothes.  I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s.  I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that  this man was  DEATH.  I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life.  I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant.  Had DEATH come to our

family? I was afraid to call my parent’s home or the  hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. 

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind.  We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write  My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes” and “No”. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE” And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and  the international wishes of love from so  many people that know me.  I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving  the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.   

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from  loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE…  Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, 

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

Dear Svetlana -

I am so glad to hear that things are better for your Mom....

I lost my Momma many years ago when I was 25 years old...she was my connection and my soul....I still miss her to this day and wish that she could have been there for me through the past years with Holly and known and loved Holly as I know she would have.

I am so happy that you still have your Mom for many more years and know that your connection with her and your wonderful work will make a difference with her.

Your story was amazing and thank you for sharing your deepest thoughts with us. I will always keep that email and refer back to it for positive energy in the future.

You have blessed so many of our children with your wonderful work that we can never repay you for it ....just blessed to have you as part of our lives.

In a strange way, it is interesting with what has happened to your Mom that you now know and realize how many people love you and so appreciate what you have done for our children. You are a true angel in our lives and our childrens' lives. I am glad that we could "play it forward" to you.

God bless you and your family and wish for only wonderful things going forward with your journey with your Mom....

Thank you for you and being you and making such a difference in our lives.......

We love you, Tricia and Holly

From: Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...> Sent: Tue, November 23, 2010 6:35:11 AMSubject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom

Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears…

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position –

I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!� I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best�. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?� I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time.

Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions.

I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?� My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end.

At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children…

All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first.

During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some "my room" in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found "mine". Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I

was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call.

My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes� and “No�. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE� And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back…

I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long.

The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me…

I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS,

WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS,

Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.

[Guest guest]

Dear Svetlana,

I want you to know that you and your family are often in my prayers. You and your team has helped my son so much, and given us hope that one day my son will be physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and socially sufficient and complete.

Many Thanks and good wishes

Mohinder Chopra

From: Svetlana Masgutova <masgutova@...>Subject: Re: Svetlana - my Mom Date: Tuesday, November 23, 2010, 6:35 AM

Thank you from all of us to all of you for your prayers for my MOM and me and our families

This is one of most amazing stories in my life. It is challenging for me to write about it, because it is not easy for the scientist’s mind to understand all that has happened. I want to be honest as my parents have taught me to be as I describe this experience.

This story is long so it may take some time to read it. This is a story about two visitors that I shall call DEATH and the ANGEL.

On the 17th of November 2010 my sister called me (in Warsaw, Poland) from Moscow (Russia) and told me that our Mom had gone to the Emergency Room the night before (November, 16-th at 18:30 pm; Urals Russia) with a brain stroke or brain ischemia, and that she lost consciousness, gross movements, swallowing, and also her speech. My sister is a medical doctor - she was in tears…

My parents live in a remote place that is far away from bigger cities. As a matter of fact, this city is 2500 km away from Moscow. The hospital in this small city has no tomography nor any other equipment that could help to clarify her diagnosis

My call to the Doctor at Emergency Room didn’t bring any comfort to me and our family. The Doctor told us that possibly she had arterial damage on the level of diencephalon. This stroke was due to high blood pressure and a thrombus moving to the brain as the result of her heart surgery (in late August). He didn’t promise any positive outcome and didn’t allow anyone to visit Mom at the hospital ; nor would he allow her to be transported to a bigger hospital. He felt that transporting her was not safe and that we all needed to wait for the outcome: she would either become worse or to move forward with some improvement. We listened to the doctor – I begged him to do his best. He told me that he does his best for all his patients . I understood him and his professional position –

I have the same motto: to do my best for every one child/adult I work with.

Still my soul and instinct were screaming: “PLEASE, THIS MY MOM, HELP HER! THIS IS THE PERSON THAT GAVE ME A LIFE!� I didn’t say these words out loud. I held my silence and just said: “I know. I am sorry about this request. I know you will do your best�. I put down the telephone and started thinking: “What is your best?� I didn’t know him, this dear doctor. He had no tomography, no ultrasonography – nothing. He was a doctor from the depth of the Urals… a simple place where modern everyday technology had yet to reach and possibly not for a long time. Days before this day of tragedy, she was an active woman, laughing, full of life. Because I live far away from my parents (4500 kilometers), and I didn’t know the doctors there, I had no possibility to influence the chain of events and decisions. I live in Warsaw where I lecture at the Neurology Department of a Medical Academy , and I know several neurology professors that have the highest regard for the MRI and other medical technologies that were not available in the Urals, so it was useless to ask anybody for help and feedback. I felt hopeless, broken and I found myself asking God: “Why do I have no possibilities to help. I cannot use even use my knowledge, nor my hands to help. Why?� My heart was burning especially when I was aware that I have helped so many thousands lives by giving my talent and heart. My soul was crying and my tears were frozen. It was breaking my heart to hear my Dad crying on the telephone. My parents have known each other since they were 6 years old , and have been living in great love for 53 years of marriage together.

My adopted brother, a former General of the Army and Hero of Russia was trying to organize an airplane for our Mom to be transported to Moscow. The doctor again was demanding to be careful since it was not safe to transport her. We surrendered all into GOD’S HANDS. I made the only choice – to trust GOD. I was ready for any end. At the end of Day 2 doctor said that my Mom’s state became worse. All pictures of the past were running in my head like an involuntary film. The feelings of being a toddler in bed with my young Mom telling her fairytales every day. Our family theater. My Mom’s professional dances on the stage;, her hugs, kisses; her great singing and playing piano; her praying for me when I made decision about marriage; her and my dad taking care of my little son and me at times when I was doing my doctorate degree ; her tears when my younger sister was killed; and her dancing at my son’s wedding party in Poland. It has been a very rich history together, filled with LOVE and LOTS OF LIGHT. I realized MY MOM was one of the most crystal clear and honest people in my life. Like thousands of Moms giving their hearts to their

children… All our families – my sister’s, my son’s and others made the decision to go to our parents to visit independently of the outcome. First my son went to my Mom – to his Grandma. He wanted to be the first. During this early morning of November, 20-th, , at 7:15 am I awakened because I was frighten by a dream I saw. I dreamt that I was looking for some "my room" in Poland. I passed several corridors and doors and found "mine". Across from my room a man was coming dressed in Black clothes. I initially smiled thinking that this was perhaps a Priest Father: however I jumped back when he came so close – this was a very noble looking man of 45-50s. I was mistaken. It soon became clear to me that this man was DEATH. I was frighten to Death – I never had seen him before in my life. I stepped aside to let him pass first. He then took a step back, letting me go to my room, and waiting patiently for me to go. I awoke cold in my heart. I didn’t know what that meant. Had DEATH come to our family? I

was afraid to call my parent’s home or the hospital. I pushed myself hard and made the call. My Mom had moved her legs and opened her eyes – she started showing signs of life in her eyes. In a day she was able to sit down on her bed, and be consciously aware in her mind. We will need to teach her again to walk, to speak, to write My son told me that she could communicate by two signs “Yes� and “No�. He asked her what happened to her when she started to move. With long questions he got the following information: she saw LOTS OF LIGHT and an ANGEL told her to move: “This is not your time to DIE. GO, LIVE� And… this had happened at 11:15 am of the same day – 20-th of November (which is 7:15 am in Warsaw). She started LIFE again when nobody was sure if she would come back… I am amazed by the strength of prayer and the international wishes of love from so many people that know me. I am on my knees in front of YOU ALL, MY DEAREST FRIENDS, for Your Prayers and being a part of saving the life of my Dearest MOM. Be sure she is a Person of a crystal soul. I hope she will live long. The lessons are many. One for me is that prayers from loving people turn on THE HEALING LIGHT AND STRENGTH OF LIFE… Thank You ALL for Love you shared for me… I wish you All LIGHT and GOODNESS, WITH DEEPEST GRATITUDE, YOURS, Svetlana Masgutova, Creator of MNRI Program.