The Catalog of Good Deeds

Perhaps, there is no person on earth who has never dreamt of being happy. However, everyone has their own concept of happiness. For some people happiness means material welfare and richness, while other people see happiness through success and popularity among other people. Some people lack a soulmate to reach happiness, other people need to be healthy… According to the Holy Fathers, the true happiness of a human being is kept not in the secular joys, which can disappear in a flash, but in the love towards the Lord, which transfigures the world around us.

1. Faith in God

Of course, the first key to happiness of the Athonite monks is faith and love towards the Lord. If a person manages to come to this in his life, then nothing more can make him unhappy. Once, a woman asked St. Porphyrios of Kafsokalivia why keeps saying he is happy although his health condition has got much worse. The saint replied: “Read the Holy Scripture, go to church, find a spiritual father, partake of the Holy Communion – in other words, be a good Christian and then you will find the happiness you are looking for. You see, I am sick now, but I am still happy. The same concerns you: when you will come closer to Christ, you will become happy with your life”.

2. Becoming free from worries and vanity

St. Paisios the Hagiorite said that to feel happy one has to live a natural and simple life, in which there is no place for excessive luxury, vanity and senseless worries. The saint told: “Once a doctor from America came to me. He told me about the life they live there. People there have already turned into machines. They devote their life to work. Each family member is supposed to have their own car. What is more, to make every family member feel comfortable at home, there must be at least four TV-sets. So go on, work and get exhausted, earn a lot of money so that you can say your life is happy and comfortable. But does this life have something in common with happiness? Such a life, full of worries and non-stop rush, is not happiness, but a torment.”

3. Sober mind

Monk Simeon the Athonite has a short parable, which shows that outer circumstances cannot influence on whether we feel happy or not. Salvation is within us, and this is why one must have a sober mind to endure any difficulties. Here is the parable: “A person who could not swim was floundering in water. He caused waves, which he mistook for a dangerous stream. He began to fight with the waves. Finally, he understood that he can float on the water and then managed to reach the riverbank. When he came out of water, he saw that the river was calm and understood that the waves he was fighting with were caused by him. Any misfortune begins within us. If you get your head straight, it will end within us.”

4. Pure heart

According to St. Nektarios of Aegina, the right way to happiness is to have a pure and kind heart. “Happiness is a pure heart because such a heart becomes the throne of God. The Lord said about people with pure heart, I will dwell in them and walk among them. I will be their God, and they shall be My people (2 Corinthians 6:16). What can they lack then? Nothing indeed. They already have the greatest good in their hearts – the Lord Himself!”

5. Ability to forgive

Forgiveness is one of the most important Christian virtues. This is why everyone who is trying to reach happiness must learn to forgive his neighbor. Due to forgiveness, a person makes his heart free from old offences, and a joyful heart is always happy. “This is our law: if you forgive, then it means that the Lord has forgiven you too. But if you do not forgive your brother, then your sin will stay with you”, - said Silouan the Athonite.

6. Give more, take less

To become happy one must share his joy and happiness with their people. It seems that there is no secret in it, but Monk Simeon the Athonite considered this ability to be the rarest among people. The one who comprehends it, becomes happy.

7. Being grateful for small favors

“Desires are the mess of the world”, - said Simeon the Athonite. Indeed, the more a person dwells on his desires, the bigger his appetite gets. Having no opportunity to get enough of what he wants, a person dooms himself to unhappiness. St. Paisios the Hagiorite suggested fighting against desires with abstinence: “We find happiness when we are grateful for small favors. What do people do today? They buy, and buy, and buy again various goods, cars, electronic devices and many other things. Of course, they lack money and worry all the time about this. We must be grateful for small favors and try not to grasp as much as possible. Having only the necessary things, one should not work too much. Then people will have more time to be at home with their children and family, for activities together, for prayer and for living in a warm family circle instead of being constantly under pressure.”

Source:http://dishupravoslaviem.ru/7-sekretov-schastya-ot-afonskix-starcev/

An elder once said:

– Anyone thinking that he can understand God’s mysteries through scientific theories is like a fool who wants to see the paradise through a telescope. This is precisely why one cannot make the Gospel comply to the common sense: the common sense is grounded in the search of profit, whereas the Gospel is grounded in love.

There was a wise old man who came to live in a village. He loved children and spent a lot of time with them. He also liked giving them presents but he would only present them with fragile things. No matter how hard the children tried to be careful, their new toys would break often. The children would be upset and cry. Some time later, the wise man would give them new toys, which were even more fragile.

The children’s parents could not bear it any longer, so they came to the wise man and asked him:

— You are wise and benevolent, but why do you give our children such fragile gifts? They try their best but the toys still break, and the children start crying. Your toys are so wonderful that it’s simply impossible not to play with them.

The elder replied:

— In just a few years someone will give them his heart. Perhaps, it will teach them to treat this precious gift just a little bit more carefully.

There were two severely ill patients in one hospital ward. One of them lay near the window, and the other lay near the door.

— What do you see in the window? — the patient who lay near the door asked.

— Oh, — the first patient exclaimed in excitement, — I can see the sky and clouds that resemble animals, a lake, and a distant forest.

The man who lay at the window would tell his neighbor about the things that were going on outside. He saw a boat, fishermen with lots of fish, children playing on the shore, young lovers who held one another’s hand and could not take their eyes off one another.

While he was looking at all those wonderful things, his neighbor was overcome by resentment. “It’s unfair,” he was thinking. “What did he do to deserve to lie near the window? Why do I have to look at the door covered with flaky paint, while he enjoys the perfect view out of the window?”

One day, the man who lay by the window was coughing so hard that he started to choke. He tried to push the button and call the nurse but he couldn’t because he was breathless. His neighbor was looking at him. He could easily push his own button but he chose not to.

After a while, the first patient stopped coughing and died.

When he was taken away, his neighbor asked the nurse to lay him near the window. The nurse did as he requested: she made his bed and helped him to lie comfortably by the window. When she was about to leave, the man screamed out:

— Impossible! This window overlooks a gray brick wall! The man who has just died used to tell me that he saw a forest, a lake, clouds, and people… How could he see all those things?

The nurse smiled sadly:

— He couldn’t see anything at all: your late neighbor was blind.

There was an old man who had three sons. They would quarrel all the time. The old man wanted his three sons to live peacefully after his death. He decided to teach them a lesson. He called his three sons and asked them to break a broom. The oldest son tried to break it but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. The other two brothers did not succeed, either. Then the old man took the broom apart and asked each of the sons to break some thin twigs. Of course, they could easily do it.

Then the father said:

— Life’s no different. If you stick together, no one will break you but if you are separate, defeating you will be as easy as breaking up a couple of thin twigs.

A Frenchman was traveling across the Sahara desert accompanied by an Arab Christian. The Arab would kneel down on hot sand and call upon God every day.

One evening, the unbelieving Frenchman asked the Arab:

— How do you know there is a God?

The Arab paused and then responded:

— How do I know that God exists? Why do you think that it was a camel and not a man who walked past our tent last night?

— Well, you can tell it by the footprints, — the unbelieving Frenchman was surprised.

The Arab pointed at the sun, which spread its rays over the entire horizon, and said:

— It doesn’t look like man’s footprints.

There was a monk who bought a young and ill-trained mule. He tied it to a tree and left it to graze on a meadow. When he returned, he found out that the mule got loose. The monk chased the mule but the mule ran away so quickly that the monk could not catch him. The monk was furious. He started shouting at the mule but it didn’t help. Finally, he was so tired that he gave up, thinking, “Why do I chase the mule? Why not the other way around?”

He went home, took some bread with salt, sat in the refectory, and started eating the bread slowly…

He heard crackling in the bushes. The mule came closer—and closer—and closer. He was moving his ears and smelling the air. Finally, the mule came very close and neighed quietly, asking for a piece of bread. The monk could not help laughing. “Oh you, a dum-dum. Okay, you can have the bread!” He bridled the mule and went back to his field. That was how they got to know one another…

If you want to get rid of absent-mindedness, you should teach your mind to follow the rules that will attract your mind to your heart, like a good owner baits a horse by showing it a piece of bread with salt.

If Pumpkins Grew On Oak Trees

There was a peasant who went to the woods to cut some timber. After doing some work, he was tired, so he lay down to rest under a big oak tree. He saw its branches and lots of big acorns hanging on them. The man thought, “If only pumpkins grew on oak trees…” He closed his eyes. An acorn fell down and hit him on his lips. The man blurted out, “I admit I was wrong. God is wiser than me, and He has made it well that there are acorns on the oak tree and not pumpkins. If I had been hit by a pumpkin, I’d have died.”

We often condemn God’s creations instead of relying on God’s will. He who relies on God’s will is always at peace, whilst the person who tries to grasp everything with his own mind, is unsophisticated in spiritual life. You have to submit yourself to God’s will if you want to comprehend it. The Lord will instruct you through his grace, and your life will become easier. Regardless of whether such a man is sick or poor, he will be happy because both his soul and his mind is healthy, and he can see God with his mind and love God with his humble spirit, and forget the world because of that love; and even if he remembers the world, God’s love urges him to pray and shed tears for the world.

That is the pleasant way of the Lord for our spirit. (Saint Silouan the Athonite)

Translated from: https://azbyka.ru/days/

About fifteen years ago, I heard this story about an event that took place in Northern California—an unusual story, about a miracle of St. Xenia of Petersburg. Nun Nina, now Abbess Nina of St. Nilus Skete in Alaska, had heard it from Fr. Weldon Hardenbrook, who at the time was the rector of a church in Santa Cruz County. I wrote it down immediately, but unfortunately the notebook I wrote it in is located somewhere far away from me now, and I am writing it again from memory—so that people might know that Blessed Xenia the fool-for-Christ of St. Petersburg helps people everywhere, even people who previously knew nothing about her. She helps not only those who have prayed to her, but even those who will pray to her.

This priest, Fr. Weldon, served in a parish that consisted of former Evangelical Christians who had embraced Orthodox Christianity. There was a time when their flourishing community was not Orthodox, and all kinds of people came to them to hear their Christian message. One day, a young man rode up to the church on his Harley Davidson. His appearance betrayed the life of a prodigal, but he was sincerely interested in hearing about Jesus. A relationship formed with the Fr Weldon, now an Orthodox priest (who told this story), and the young man began to gradually change his ways. He had given up one vice after another when the pastor told him that his “biking” would have to go if he wanted to truly follow Christ. This was too much for the newly-born Evangelical to bear, and he left the community and his pastor’s care, never intending to return.

Our biker rode off on his Harley Davidson, and soon had a terrible accident, which cost him his legs. Eventually he landed back in the company of his old “friends”, in a run-down apartment in a low-rent neighborhood in the bad part of a crime-ridden city. One evening, as he and his companions were abusing drugs and alcohol in a particularly vigorous way, he slipped over the edge and lost consciousness. The others were also far from sober and took him for dead. Not understanding clearly what they should do, and as usual avoiding all contact with the police, they simply dragged his limp, legless body to the street and threw him into the nearest garbage dumpster. In there, the next morning, he came to his senses. It was a rude awaking indeed to find himself in a dumpster, wallowing in refuse. Climbing dazedly out of that would-be coffin, he sat down on the curb, thinking the darkest thoughts. “So, this is what I have come to. Useless, human trash. Thrown away like garbage.”

Sunk in these pessimistic thoughts, he was suddenly stirred by the presence of an old lady in tattered clothes—what people call a “bag lady”. She was coming closer to him with a fierce, accusatory expression. “You know where to go,” she said, pointing at him. “So, go there!” At that moment the man remembered his former pastor, and the church where he had almost reformed. Determined to find it again, he made his way back to the town where it is located.

When he returned to that church it was different. There were gold domes with crosses on the roof, and the interior was completely changed. No pews; and there was a sort of screen at the front, with strange images of holy people. He looked around in wonder, when his gaze caught the image of a woman—the very “bag lady” who had told him where to go in that hour of dire depression. It was Holy Blessed Xenia, the fool-for-Christ of Petersburg.

He met his old friend, now an Orthodox priest in a cassock, wearing a cross. He received holy Baptism himself, and began to live the life of a dedicated parishioner, this time truly transformed.

I do not know what has come of this man since. I have no reason to believe that he is anywhere other than at that parish, but as I have said, this story was related to me fifteen years ago. However, the fact remains that this miracle of St. Xenia happened to person who knew nothing of her, who lived in a place very far from Russia, and when he needed it the most.

By Nun Cornelia (Rees)

Source: http://full-of-grace-and-truth.blogspot.com.by/2017/01/a-miracle-of-st-xenia-of-st-petersburg.html

We continue publishing the Spas (Savior) TV program, “My Path To God”, on which Priest George Maximov interviews people who converted to Orthodoxy. The experience of today’s guest is both dramatic and optimistic at the same time, because it completely changed his self-destructive life and turned him toward Christ. We will learn how Vasily got to the other world, what he felt over there and how Christ’s love helped him to reconsider his way of life here.

Priest George Maximov: Hello! You are watching My Path To God. I’ll tell you right away that the guest of today’s program experienced very dramatic events in his life that led him to God. Non-religious people often say that nobody ever returned from the other world. They imply that nobody knows what awaits us after death. However, the story of our guest disproves this statement. Before we start talking about his death and return to life, let’s talk about his background. Vasily, would I be correct to assume that like many people of your generation [in Russia] you grew up in a non-religious environment and didn’t know anything about faith?

Vasily Lazarev: Yes. I was born and grew up in a different era. After serving in the army—it was in 1989—a totally new paradigm appeared. The Soviet Union broke up. I had to earn my living somehow. I had recently started a family and we had a baby. After the army, I worked at a factory for a while and then found employment at a private security company. Today the company is bit different, but at that time it provided security personnel who after hours acted as thugs collecting money from debtors. I did many terrible things. I don’t have blood on my hands, but I was involved in quite a few bad things. I am still ashamed of what I did, even though I repented. Many people in my surroundings died. Some were imprisoned. After my daughter was born, I decided to leave that path. Gradually, without too many losses, I managed to get out. I simply moved to a new place and completely cut off my previous connections. I tried to set up my life, but as I had no money, I had to take odd jobs, selling stuff at the market or gypsy cab driving. I met some people at the market who were involved in a con game and worked with them for three years in the markets of Moscow and Greater Moscow area. That was when I got addicted to drugs.

Vasily Lazarev

Father George: How did this happen? You were an adult then and probably knew how dangerous drugs are.

Heroin is a very persistent demon. He grabs a person and never lets go. Two times is all it takes to form an addiction.

Vasily Lazarev: At that time, I had had a quarrel with my wife and moved out to a shared apartment where I used to hold parties for a big group of drug addicts. I looked at their satisfied faces after they took the drug, while saying to me, “You don’t need this.” It sounded more like “Just don’t throw me into the briar patch,” so I wanted to try it. At first, it was scary. I snorted heroin, but did not feel anything special. Then I got an injection, then the second one, the third… That was how it started. I think two times is all it takes to form an addiction. Heroin is a very persistent demon. He grabs a person and never lets go. Many people took treatments and tried to quit somehow, but only few of them succeeded. I know only one girl who pulled it off, but it took a lot of efforts and cost her the ability to give birth. Others died. People experienced clinical death from overdose but still went for the new dose after that.

I remember what happened to a friend of mine. He, his girlfriend and I were sitting in the kitchen. We got injections and he fell down. He felt bad, so we called an ambulance. They arrived quickly, carried him out into the vestibule, opened up his chest and performed a direct cardiac massage… This wasn’t a sight for the faint-hearted, I should tell you. They resuscitated him. Still, this didn’t help him in anyway and only two months later he died of overdose. It’s terrible. I was hooked for about one year. This is a relatively short period. The addiction affects people differently. Some heroin addicts live for 10 or 15 years, I don’t know why, but usually a drug addict lives for 5-6 years maximum.

Father George: Was your death also caused by overdose?

Vasily Lazarev: Not exactly. There was a popular belief then that if you drink vodka and alcohol it will help you quit using heroin. It turned out to be wrong. It was during the May holidays, so I kept on drinking to quit using heroin. It didn’t help. I gave in and on May 11 my friends and I made injections in the lobby of an apartment building. It was in the evening, after 10 pm. Vodka and heroin is a deadly combination. I don’t know what influences what, but the death is practically immediate. I was still intoxicated by alcohol. I remember the darkness as my conscience shut down in a way. My eyes closed and I heard bells ringing in my ears.

Father George: Did you experience a clinical death?

Vasily Lazarev: It was the very moment of death. I didn’t feel any pain. My eyes quietly shut and I fell and rolled toward the garbage chute. There I stayed. I only remember that a moment later I saw as if through water and in slow motion that the girl who was with us was running and knocking on the doors shouting and asking to call the ambulance—There were no mobile phones at that time. My friend Sergey tried to do CPR, but probably didn’t really know how. Then I remember lying in front of the entrance. The ambulance came. I saw my body from the side. The doctors were doing something, but it didn’t matter to me. Absolutely. I felt that something was pulling me up and to the right, faster and faster. I heard an unpleasant hum-like sound. Everything started swirling and I was carried up through some kind of a large pipe. My thinking processes didn’t stop for a moment.

Father George: Were you frightened when you realized that you were dead?

Vasily Lazarev: At first, I didn’t realize that I was dead. The realization came later. The pulling became faster and faster. At an increasing speed, I flew through a tunnel with semi-transparent walls. There were pictures around me that could be compared to photographs of stars taken by the Hubble telescope. A bright light was ahead. It was extremely bright. This was similar to the aqua park attraction when you spiral down into the pool of warm water. I heard a chord of some kind of ethereal music. That was when I looked at myself. Only then did I realize that I was dead. I didn’t feel any regret. Instead, I felt joy, calmness and delight. I looked at myself and saw my body lying in the ambulance. Somehow, I didn’t care about it… absolutely. I didn’t feel any contempt or hatred toward it, I simply looked at it…

Father George: As if it was something foreign to you?

I understood that it was Him right away. He was like a true father. Nobody talked to me like that before.

Vasily Lazarev: Yes. Just like a stone that is lying on a street when you’re passing it by. You don’t care if it is there or not. Then something pulled me up, you know, as if a warm hand lifted me up. I felt the waves of happiness and absolute calmness. Absolute protection. Everything around me was full of such a strong love that I don’t even know how to describe it. I was pulled through some kind of clouds. It felt as if I was on an ascending airplane that went higher and higher. Then I saw a figure in a shining light. It was dressed in long clothes like a tunic. You know, I never even opened the Bible before that and never had any thoughts about God or Christ, but at that time I understood with every fiber of my soul that it was Him. He was like a true father. He met me, his prodigal son, with love that you can’t find on Earth. Nobody ever talked to me like that. He did not reproach, assure or scold me. He just showed my life to me. We communicated telepathically and every word of His sounded like a law. There were not any doubts about it. He spoke quietly and affectionately, and it became clearer and clearer to me that my attitude not only toward myself, but also toward my relatives and everybody else was very wrong. I wept loudly and as my heart was breaking and purifying, I gradually felt better.

You know, the following comparison came to my mind: when a potter makes a pot and it falls, he starts correcting it with his hands… So like a potter, He was correcting my soul that was so unclean… He made my life flash before my eyes like a movie.

This is known to happen, later I read about it in the books written by Moody and others who had similar experiences. There is nothing new. I am not making things up. People lie in order to achieved a certain goal, I think, while I just want to tell about what I saw so that people would hear it. I am used to the fact that many people don’t believe me and sometimes think that I’m crazy.

Anyway, He could stop the life at any point. It was like some kind of movie. But the most interesting thing was that at any point I could walk in and look at myself and feel the situation from the point of view of everybody around me.

Father George: And understand what they thought about it?

Vasily Lazarev: Yes. I understood how you could hurt people by words. It is like… for example, the knife and bullet wounds that I had cannot even be compared to the pain caused by a single word. It is something that you remember for the rest of your life. I understood the consequences of that. I understood how you should be careful in your actions. Many people think that there is only this life and after that there is just some utter darkness and nothingness. No, my friends, everyone will have to answer for the things they did. Everyone.

I realized that I had to come back to my earthly life. Images of my wife and child flashed before my eyes.

So, He and I reviewed those situations. Then He took my hand and we walked… I remember that under my feet there was some misty shimmering substance. The brightest light. There were no shadows at all, although here it is difficult to visualize. I felt that I was semi-transparent, like in the Invisible Man movie where you can only see the contours of his body. He took me by the hand, led me, and shone this brightest light on me. Then we were at the place where we first met. I don’t remember what He asked me, but I realized that I had to come back to my earthly life. Images of my wife and child flashed before my eyes. By the way, this was after we broke up. At that time, we had been living apart for about a year. Anyway, I understood that I needed to come back. I promised to Him that I would clean up my act and become a better person. I felt the greatest sorrow, but at the same time, it was indicated to me that we would meet again. I live by that hope since then. To tell the truth, I want to go back there. I’m willing to go back any minute.

Of course, even though my experience was wonderful, it could be equally bad for those who would be in hell. I wasn’t in paradise; it was probably some kind of a vestibule to paradise. I don’t know how to explain… That feeling was probably more powerful than all the drugs in the world multiplied by eternity. The explosion of omniscience literally knocked me off my feet. The truth only brushed by me, but I realized what an endless potential we had in ourselves. Knowing everything… There is no way of explaining it, simply take my word for it: it is great, we won’t be bored there for sure. It was so wonderful, warm and cozy there with Him. I felt that He was the father. The true father. Unlike my earthly fathers… I wasn’t very lucky with my biological father or my stepfather.

To cut a long story short, I was coming back, as if the movie was running backwards. The sun sets down late in May… I remember it was still sunset and I was descending through the leaves of the tree, the roof of the ambulance and back into my body. My conscience kicks back. I take a deep breath, feeling a strong pain in my ribs, and grab the paramedic by the hand. He held a watch, keys, and money in his hand.

Father George: Were they yours?

Vasily Lazarev: Yes, they had beend in my pockets. My pockets were pulled inside out. I don’t want to say anything bad about the paramedics. My parents were doctors. My sister used to work as an ambulance paramedic. I later learned that I had been dead for 14 minutes. Of course, they no longer tried to resuscitate me and simply were driving my body to the morgue. Well… So, I just grabbed his hand. You should have seen his eyes when I did that. I never saw anybody so horrified.

Father George: I bet that after that he never risked rummaging through dead peoples’ things (laughs).

Vasily Lazarev: There wasn’t much money anyway… I gave him half of what I had, just enough to buy a bottle of beer. I used the remaining money to buy a bottle of beer for myself, sat down right there and started thinking. Next day I was woken up by the doorbell. I still didn’t fully understand what happened to me. It took me several weeks to realize it. So, I open the door and see my wife standing there. We hadn’t seen each other for about a year. We spoke for about an hour. I left everything I had in that room. I locked it and we went to her place. I never came back. Cut all my ties with the past at once.

Withdrawal is a terrible pain. You can’t stand, lie or find any rest.

I was still addicted to heroin, though. By the end of the day, I was feeling very bad. For the next two and a half months I lived on the following diet: a bottle of vodka, Dimedrol, Tazepam, Phenazepam, all taken so that I could simply pass out for the withdrawal period. My wife was a real a saint. She took care of me. She worked and bought vodka for me. I was staying at home. When you take heavy drugs, you don’t think about what will happen next. You feel good and the rest can wait. But when you want to quit, you realize that the demon is not letting you go. You don’t have veins because you already “burned” the ones you had. You feel rotten, shaking and literally falling apart. Withdrawal is a terrible pain. It cannot be compared to the pain you feel when you get a cut or hit something. It is more like rheumatic pain, when your joints are turning inside out, but much stronger. Moreover, this pain is inside and you can’t bandage the place that hurts. You’re twisted inside out. You can’t stand, lie or find any rest. All of this is accompanied by various nightmares. It is terrible. And it is very easy to stop, all you have to do is make a call and in half an hour you’ll get the injection and everything will be back to normal. But I promised that I would quit.

It is extremely difficult to overcome withdrawal on your own, so it is very important to have the support of friends and relatives and, of course, your own desire to quit. But the most important is God’s help.

Now I understand that it was God who made it so that my wife took care of me and gave me strength. I wouldn’t have made it on my own.

It was a terrible summer. But eventually I came around. Then I quit drinking. Can’t say that I did it on my own. After all this “vodka treatment”, my skin got very yellow one day. The ambulance came and they told me, “You have hepatitis C. If you continue drinking, you’ll get cirrhosis and that will be the end of you.” So I started drinking beer instead of vodka. This made things even worse. It looked like my end was approaching—caused by alcohol this time, rather than drugs. We went to a clinic where they use the Dovzhenko coding method. I’ve been sober for 17 years now. And I don’t want to drink. I look at drinking people and it seems funny, as if I’m in a circus. People don’t understand what they are doing. After I quit, being at all those drinking parties simply became boring for me.

I quit using drugs and drinking alcohol after what happened to me. I got some kind of inner directive.

I went to work. Naturally, I stopped cheating on my wife, right away. I also stopped smoking and swearing.

Now I understand that all of this is related to God. He sets you on the right path. I went to work, and stopped cheating on my wife right away. Then gradually, step by step, I quit smoking and swearing. I asked God to help me in all my endeavors. I simply asked silently and He always helped. By the way, a month after my skin got yellow, I took the blood test again and the initial diagnosis was not confirmed. I took several more tests later and the results showed that there was no hepatitis. It simply went away.

Father George: Still, you did not embrace the Church right away?

Vasily Lazarev: No. It was a long journey. It was as if I had to remove all the unnecessary things first, and then embracing the Church was like fine-tuning to reach perfection. Getting rid of all the above-mentioned addictions was, I think, was just a coarse tuning, and now I have to fine tune. This fine-tuning will continue till my last breath. It is far more important and infinitely more difficult that the first stage. Quitting smoking is much easier than quitting being jealous, and it is easier to quit drinking than to stop hating somebody or to forgive somebody.

I did not embrace the Church right away. At first, I read a lot about the near death experiences. I studied some farfetched teachings, like Blavatsky, Roerich… I was looking for the truth. I found it only when I read in the Bible that “God is Love” (1 John 4:8). This is what Orthodoxy teaches us. I didn’t find that in any other teachings. Being over there during my near-death experience, I knew that God was Love. Absolute love. It was over there that I understood it. I was protected, loved and understood. Like a son who found his father. Christianity teaches that, “But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name” (John 1:12), “Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ” (Galatians 4:7). Following this idea, I embraced the Church, went to confession and received Communion for the first time after my baptism, I think. I was baptized in 1980. We were in Vladimir because it was that time when they held Olympic Games in Moscow and sent many people away. While we were there, my mother took me to church to be baptized, even though she and my father were communists and doctors…

Father George: They did it simply for the sake of tradition, I guess?

After my first communion, I was surprised, “How could it be? I had the same feelings as I had over there”.

Vasily Lazarev: Yes. At that time, I didn’t attach any significance to that. Frankly speaking, I didn’t think about God or His existence until I was 20. We just live, that is it. Probably six years have passed after what happened to me, before I went to church… I started going to Communion once every three weeks. I went to confession, received Communion. When I received Communion for the first time, it was something out of this world. I’m quite an abrupt person and sometimes I can be rude, but at that time I simply relaxed and everybody seemed like kind angels to me. This lasted for about a day, I think. It was very similar to the feeling that I experienced over there. The feeling of bliss. When we partake of the Body and Blood of Christ, we become akin to Him. And after my first communion I was surprised, “How could it be? I had the same feelings as I had over there.” It doesn’t happen every time now, but that first time, it was something… It almost knocked me off my feet in the church.

I understood many interesting things when I was thinking about what I saw overthere. The people that will end up in hell will be thrown into outer darkness. People that get there after their death, they are… Their souls are so sinful, that they move away from God. They condemn themselves. The more sinful you are, the farther you are from God and His Light. You can’t approach Him when you’re covered with the dirt of your thoughts and deeds. You are carried further and further away into the pitch darkness, where all your fears await you; while near Him there is no fear, only bliss. Life always ends unexpectedly and when you stand before Him and all your deeds are exposed, nothing can be changed. You’d condemn yourself and wouldn’t allow yourself to come closer to Light, for its burning will be unbearable. Only similar things can be together. It is not like the Final Judgment as it is often described…

Father George: Well, you haven’t really lived to see the Final Judgment yet. The Final Judgment will be at the end of time, when the dead will resurrect. The souls will join with the bodies of the dead and then the people with their bodies will stand before the Terrible Judgment. Heaven and hell will come after the Judgment Day. Before that, according to Mark of Ephesus, the souls will be in a state of waiting for the Final Judgment. Depending on the state of their souls, people will either suffer by awaiting their future torments or experience bliss by anticipating the future blessings.

Vasily Lazarev: Perhaps, it was a pre-judgment. My own condemnation. I went through a lot, but I don’t want to even think about angering God in any way. I don’t have a single thought like that. I used to do crazy things. Now, knowing all that could be over there… How good or how bad it can be over there… I can’t even think about that. Earlier, I could not imagine my life without cigarettes and thought that, “If you didn’t smoke pot or get an injection today, you’ve wasted a day.” After all the things I learned, I quit all that. I am not a coward, but I’m on my best behavior now. I don’t want to go there. It is frightening.

Father George: Do you mean that outer darkness?

Vasily Lazarev: Yes. Especially, because it is for all eternity. I also understood that in a way we have two births. First is when we are born, and the second is when we die. In this life, while we are in this world, we must decide who are we with and what actions do we do. I am very lucky to have another chance. God gave me a new life so that I could understand what love is. You just have to clean up your act in time. As Saint Seraphim of Sarov said, “We must acquire the Holy Spirit”.

Father George: We have to do it here on earth, because overthere you won’t have any choice. Your words about the birth reminded me the words of Gregory of Sinai who said, “Here on earth, people carry the embryo of their future life that will be either eternal agony or eternal happiness with God.” In fact, in death people get the eternity that was determined by whether their actions were directed toward God or sin.

I remained conscious all the time. This confirms that we do not die. I say this for atheists, for those who reject Our Lord.

Vasily Lazarev: That was actually what moved me to tell my story. All this is very personal… Not everybody would tell something like that about himself or herself. I want to attest that the personality is indestructible. I remained conscious all the time. This confirms that we do not die. I say this for atheists, for those who reject Our Lord. Here they hope for something, maybe for the prince of this world to help them; but he won’t protect them over there. Over there they will get what they deserve. It is absolutely true.

You shouldn’t only believe, you should also do good deeds. Think—Why were you were born? Can it be that the most complicated biological organism on the planet was created just to pass time idly? Our life on earth is just a moment, but it is a very important moment, as it is here that we decide if we go to Him or not. There would be no other moment like that and you can’t change anything after you die. Try to avoid doing evil, while you still have time, and ask for forgiveness from people you’ve hurt. And dedicate all your actions to the glory of God.

I’ll remind you about two commandments that Jesus Christ gave us: “And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind…” and “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” (Mark 12:30, 31). If all people followed these two commandments, the entire Earth would be protected by love. In this respect, the Orthodox Church is the flagship. I think that it is the only true teaching that leads us to the afterlife. I experienced the afterlife personally. Perhaps, my story would help some people to think about their actions and reconsider their ways. Many people told me, “You just had hallucinations under the influence of drugs. Some kind of delirium that occurs when cerebellum does something…

Father George: But the fact that your life changed so drastically is already an evidence that that could not have been mere hallucinations. Drug addicts see hallucinations all the time, but they don’t change their lives. Life can be changed only by a real experience. I think that God showed you in advance the things that could happen, because everything in your past life led you to a different place, that outer darkness. Through His love, God showed what awaits you, so you could make the right choice. Thank God that you made good use of your second chance.

Thank you very much for your story. God bless you!

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