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From a mediumistic session with the spirit of Osip Mandelstam in Bryusov Hall on 03/22/2025. Channeling show by Irina Podzorova with host Igor Lebedev
I incarnated from the twelfth spiritual level. And left on the seventh. I planned 67 years of life. But I did not live this term because of the lowering of vibrations . There was even a moment when I was there on the 16th level. But this was replaced by a lowering of vibration for various reasons. And what led me to the final lowering of vibration was precisely the trial and persecution of the authorities. This caused anxiety, mistrust, condemnation, anger and resentment towards the state system and towards myself.
With a poem dedicated to Stalin. We live under ourselves, not feeling the country. After all, not only did you write it, probably understanding well what kind of reaction it could cause from the authorities. But it was as if you recited it specially, told your friends and acquaintances. It was impossible not to understand that sooner or later the authorities would find out about it and some kind of punishment would follow. Why did you do it?
I did it in a special form of criticism of the actions taken by the authorities against people. And I even wanted this poem to reach its addressee. To Stalin. Yes, I wanted him to read it himself and read it out loud to the entire political bureau . It was an expression of my resentment for my friend Boris, who was unjustly arrested twice for his beliefs. He was a major scientist, a biologist studying plants. And the second time, when he was arrested, my wife and I... We made a lot of efforts to free him. When we talked with the investigator, when we came to see him, I saw all the vicious hypocrisy of this system. And I do not think that I lost this fight. Because if I was punished for my behavior, it did not bring harm to society, then those who punished me, they only showed their fear and uncertainty, and their wrongness. And they actually showed that it was true by imprisoning me the first time. If it were untrue, they would have simply come out with criticism, with a review about how... this poem is slanderous, that the facts stated there are not confirmed in any way. And they would have put this poem on the front pages of all Soviet newspapers as evidence of my short-sightedness and it would then have become an indelible mark of shame on my poetic field. But since they did not do this, it means they knew that I was right.
During the investigation, you listed in some detail the names of everyone to whom you read this poem. Was this necessary? After all, you probably understood that for them, too, this was tantamount to a sentence, well, in the circumstances in which it all happened.
Yes, of course, I listed the names there because I was asked about them. First of all, I didn’t know which of them wrote the denunciation of me. I found out later, after I had disembodied . Maria Petrovykh , she was the mistress of one of the investigators and showed him the poem she had written down . It was tantamount to a denunciation . In addition, I read it not only in private, but also to groups of people. Therefore, my attempt to hide someone could have led to me being accused of lying. In fact, I didn’t name everyone there, because I didn’t mention those people to whom I actually read it in private and whom I had no doubt could not have denounced me.
When you asked me if I understood that it was dangerous... I didn't consider it such a strong criticism and didn't think that it would discredit the Soviet power, because there I described... the actions, the personality itself, I described the actions of Joseph Stalin. And I'll remind you that this poem ended with such lines as... any execution for him was like a raspberry and the broad chest of an Ossetian. With these lines I reminded him of who he was before the revolution. He robbed banks, committed terrorist acts. And with these words I reminded him that although he became the emperor of the entire Soviet empire, in essence he hadn't changed. He remained a highwayman just as he was. And I think he got the hint.
Do you really know that he read this poem?
I'm sure he read it.
Already during your exile in Voronezh, where you were sent after the sentence, you wrote another poem, called Ode to Stalin, where, as I understand it, you tried to praise, or something, this emperor of a huge empire. What has changed for you? Why did you write a fundamentally different poem?
And I did this at the request of my wife, my friends, who tried to prove to me that since I live in the Soviet Union and have not gone abroad, although I had such an opportunity, then I should not create problems for myself, but should be loyal to the authorities. And they tried to persuade me, even came to Voronezh. For example, I met with Anna Akhmatova, and she also talked to me a lot on this topic. And at that moment I argued with her about this, but she told me, you will not prove anything, you will not achieve anything, you will simply make things worse for yourself and your wife. That is, she persuaded me, and Boris persuaded me, including... Pasternak. Yes, and the second one, who is a scientist. And my wife persuaded me, and my brother, Alexander, also persuaded me, wrote me letters. So that I would stop thinking like that. And at that moment, when I wrote the Ode to Stalin, I believed them and said, okay, I am really grateful. I just sat down and thought about what I could be grateful to this man Stalin for . And when I wrote, I wrote sincerely. That is, I switched from criticizing his actions to highlighting his positive qualities, so to speak. And this was done because I looked at him, at his actions, differently.
But after my second arrest, while I was sitting in a Moscow prison, I became convinced that my ode to Stalin had been written in vain, and that the first poem was truthful.
Now, from the spiritual world, looking at the circumstances of your life, do you consider... the appearance of this first poem we are talking about, dedicated to Stalin, your mistake. And if it had not been, perhaps your life would have developed differently, positively. Or was it predetermined, the development of events that ultimately led to your premature death?
Yes, indeed, if I had hidden my opinion, as many did, for example, Boris Pasternak, and Anna Akhmatova, too, were generally not delighted with the actions of the Soviet government, for example, for the persecution of dissenters, and also with the prices. They simply kept silent.
That is why this poem was written that our speeches are not heard at 10 steps. Why are they not heard? Because they exist. I will emphasize that the speeches themselves exist. But they are not heard. That is, we speak so quietly that we are not heard at 10 steps. But we still speak. And there I also emphasized that if we have enough for half a conversation, we will remember the Kremlin highlander. And what is half a conversation? If we have enough for half a conversation. That is, even some hints about what is happening around us, then we will always remember him. And then it described what he is like, what kind of people he has close to him. Yes, I agree that I, so to speak, went too far when I called those close to me half people. I should not have done this, this is already condemnation. But I wrote this poem when I was already in a state of lowering my vibration.
I... Favorably accepted revolutionary ideas at first. I really wanted to work for the Soviet people. But then Because of that trial, I was appointed as a translator, it was a mistake. I also did not understand the reason why I was appointed as a translator, then they sued me. I managed to prove that it was not my fault. And then, already in the spiritual world, I learned that it was not just a typo, that on my book appeared... that I myself translated this book, because in one of the branches of reality I really had to translate it. But I did not succeed for the reasons that I came to this book at the wrong time. That is, the branches of reality, one might say, got mixed up.
Is it true that at first you seemed to grasp a certain rhythm, a certain meter of the future poem, and only then, as it were, you put and collected words into this rhythm like beads?
Later, in the spiritual world, I learned that I was picking up the etheric vibrations of nearby plasmoid civilizations. But this was not accidental, but because in many of my incarnations I was incarnated in plasmoid civilizations. And I had a soul in which the plasmoids' idea of nature, of the world, was embedded. And therefore... I was picking up their vibrations and translating their idea into poetry. So it can be said that I, although unconscious, had unconscious contact, but it was contact with plasmoid civilizations . And I expressed it in the form of poetry.
And for what purpose did you incarnate? What was your task?
knowledge of the world. I actually planned for myself the 14-15 level. that is, to learn to know the world, to travel, to see the beauty of the universe, to see the beauty of the Creator in the universe. That is, my goal was to rise to the 14-15 level. I did not achieve it because of the decrease in vibration that I mentioned
How many incarnations have you had in total?
381.
Which ones would you name as the most significant for yourself?
In my previous incarnation before Joseph I had an incarnation as a sailor in Portugal. I even participated in one of Christopher Columbus' expeditions. In total, I have been incarnated on earth 8 times. I was incarnated as a woman in Israel during the time before the Babylonian captivity. My significant incarnations were associated with subtle-material civilizations. Venus, the Sun, Jupiter and other stars. I consider the subtle-material ones to be significant. These are the incarnations in which I reached the maximum level of 23. In these subtle-material incarnations I was there... just a big ball, similar to a star, which collected energies from space and condensed them and created a very beautiful form. like a crystal. It was an ethereal prototype of a star. This is much more intense and fulfilling than doing something all your life, for example, driving a car or cooking. You know that the same action can be boring for some, but not for others. For me it was very rich, full, it brought me joy when I passed energies through myself and created mentally, I thought about a star, and it appeared in the form of a crystal. I felt like... a child who creates very beautiful towers from a construction set. And they feel... that these are not just towers , but that there is life in them. That is, that someone lives there. That is, I felt like a creator of space for the life of other spirits.
Tell me, with your wife Nadezhda Khazina... Did you agree on marriage before the incarnation?
Yes, we had a spiritual contract to be together. We incarnated in other lives, we were brothers.
And after the incarnation, did you meet her?
Yes, she came to me, she went to the 15th level. She came down. She wanted to see me. When in the spiritual world you want to see someone, the one you want to see receives, so to speak, a signal. I felt her signal. And I gave my consent, because there you need consent to contact. And after that she appeared in front of me, because there are no such ways of moving in the spiritual world as in the material world. There you just think where you want to be, and you find yourself there. That is, you show how you were next to that spirit, for example, you knew in life. But I had already taken on another image, young, so shining. She did not even recognize me at once. But then I showed her that it was me, and she said... Well, she mentally began to ask me why I ended up on the seventh level. I mentally showed her images of why I ended up there . She showed me that she had completed her task. how she published, printed my works, how people reacted to them. She said that people really like my poems and thanked me for it. She talked mostly about my work. I felt that many people remember me. I felt that... my poems are read, but the thing is that when they simply read a poem, but do not know who wrote it, that is, do not imagine this person, the energy from the person simply goes to the egregor of art. But if a person reads and knows, that is, can at least imagine an external image, and is grateful to this... person, this poet, then only then will the energy go to the egregor of art, and part of it will go to the world of disembodied spirits to the poet who wrote it.
When I was being interrogated, I kept looking at the pistol on the officer's belt. And I began to hear voices, those who were accusing me, and the voices belonged to destructive plasmoids who fed on the energy of my fear and feelings of guilt. Why were they accusing me and scaring me so that I would release even more of this energy? I took them for the voices of the souls of these people. They even told me that these people had already been arrested, that they were sitting next to me in the cell. That they were being tortured. They didn't torture me, but they threatened that if I didn't tell the truth, they would use special methods on me . For example... they deprive me of food, beat me and show me this cell where it was kept cold. They could pour cold water on a person, strip him naked , pour cold water on him and put him there, where you were literally covered in an icy crust. But these voices told me that these methods were being used against my friends. That they wanted to kill them. That they even wanted to kill my wife. That they were going to my brother in Petersburg. I believed them. Because I thought they were their souls. I didn't know they were plasmoids. And then one of the voices introduced itself as my angel and told me to stop eating because they might slip me poison. And they told me the same thing when I was arrested the second time, they showed me that all the food was poisoned. And I asked why, so that your execution wouldn't cause a riot among the writers, they decided to get rid of you quietly. And I refused to eat. The plasmoids were deceiving me so that I would suspect these jailers, get angry at them. I lowered my vibrations even more because I was hungry, I wanted to eat. I was weak, but I was afraid to eat. I would die from poison and they showed me that it was a poison that causes a painful death. And one time I couldn't stand the hunger and decided to eat a little. But because I thought there was poison, I really did get an upset stomach.
There was a small chance that I would end up in Voronezh at all. That is, it was not by fate. I should not have even ended up in exile in the Perm region, because it was my choice that caused these actions. If I had not done so, I would not have gone there at all. That is, there would not have been an arrest. Therefore, I want to tell you, dear friends, any of your actions can change your fate. Any insignificant word of yours , to whom you tell some poem, even the fact that you go to visit someone, this action can change your fate by 180 degrees. And you yourself do not know how much it will change your fate. But if I knew who to consult with, who to ask, whether to write this poem or not, much less whether to talk about it, I would, of course, not have chosen such a fate for myself, if I knew for sure about the consequences. I thought differently, I thought that this poem would reach Stalin. The worst thing would be a critic in print. And I didn't think it was anything bad. Well, what was I supposed to think, that Stalin didn't know about it? Well, how could I think about it? And then, of course, by the way, I went to him in the spiritual world, we met, I went down to him on the sixth level. He met me, on his sixth level, his world is arranged like a huge office. The Kremlin one? Well, it's bigger than the Kremlin one and it's all lined with books, and all the books have signatures and it's as if he wrote them. And he was sitting in this chair... It looks more like a throne. And he was smoking his invariable pipe. Next to him were two archons. Well, that is, in the form of these demons with wings. He says, well, what did you want? ... He recognized me . I say to him, Why do you do this to me? And he mentally conveyed to me how it all looked from his side. That he himself was informed that I was arrested. And before that he read my poems. By the way, he read my other poems. on recommendation, including Nikolai Bukharin. He called the department, that's where I am, that's where I am in prison. They sent him the file. I thought he read my poem before the arrest. But he read it after. And he began to find out under what article. They told him under Article 58. Counterrevolution. He asked, what did he do that was counterrevolutionary? He said, send me the file. He began to read it, there was a sheet of paper with my poem, Well, even after he read it, he told me in the spiritual world, "You know, I was not offended at all . " I liked how you wrote that I have a broad chest and that the shining tops of my boots. And what I liked most of all was that you appreciated my speeches - they are as true as pood weights . That is, he tells me, on the contrary, I liked the poem, I agree with it, I am ruining the souls of people who are counterrevolutionaries. The execution was planned. And then I said, don't touch him, they told him, some kind of punishment is needed so that he doesn't continue. So that he doesn't think that he can do anything. And they gave me exile to another city and allowed my wife to go, although everyone, even my wife, considered this too lenient a punishment. for this verse, but it was on Stalin's orders . But I didn't know about it then. I thought that my friends had saved me. But in fact, Stalin ordered it. He said, okay, let him live. He'll think about it in another city. But I, he says, didn't take offense at you for this verse. And the only reason I agreed to exile was because, besides me, the image of the government was described there. That they were half-humans there, that around Stalin there was a gathering of thin-necked leaders, half-humans, and so on, who carried out my orders. That's why, he says, he really deserves exile, because there are already half-humans there - it's like a denial of human dignity to these people. This is already an insult. Specifically, of my circle. But personally, he says, there was no insult to me. And I asked, I say, okay, but why was I arrested a second time, when I had already served my exile? He threw up his hands and said, well, you know perfectly well that after exile you had to check in, you had to return to your apartment only after permission. After you... would have shown that after serving your sentence you had reformed. And you began secretly coming to visit your friends, they began to collect money for you, you told some that you were sent into exile in vain, that is, you did not appreciate the lenient attitude of the Soviet authorities. And for this reason, you could have been shot even then. I found out about your second arrest, that you did not follow the order to check in. at the police station. After a while, he told me, you would have been allowed to move into the apartment, only time would have to pass. But you neglected it. And when I saw that you had disregarded... that you had disregarded this law for the second time, I said, well, if you didn't understand three years, give him five years. That's what he told me, you lived in exile like you were at a resort, you had your wife with you, not your cellmates. You worked in a literary club in Voronezh. You were getting money for your apartment in Moscow, you were even allowed to rent it out. And after that you still don't comply with the law. Well, fine, then you'll cut down trees. But I didn't reach my destination because of illness.
Tell me, please, this suicide attempt of yours, well, there were even several of them. And in prison, and then in the Cherdyn , and you tried to jump out of the window. It was, as I understand it, these destructive plasmoids that pushed you.
Yes, they sent me thoughts that there was no point in living anymore... They sent me thoughts, firstly, that I would never get out of prison. Secondly, they sent me thoughts that I was guilty of arresting my friends. That I had to atone for my guilt with blood. Thirdly, they sent me thoughts that I... even when I get out of prison, I would never be so famous again. That is, that I would be branded as a convicted person . And my poems would never be accepted for publication by any decent Soviet publishing house. And I would no longer be able to leave because I would be banned from leaving. And that is why it was not worth living. That is, I would simply be sitting on my wife's neck, who would go off to work somewhere.
Tell me, now, looking from the spiritual world at your entire life, what three main, cornerstone events in your life would you single out that, so to speak, in the most serious way somehow shaped your destiny?
Meeting with Nadya. In Kyiv. Meeting with Boris, a biologist. By the way, we were together in several incarnations, and he supported me a lot. And he opened up a new world to me, the world of plants, the world of animals. I already said that I had the task of learning about the world. Before that, I was more interested in history, literature... And the third event was not even writing a poem, but my arrest. The arrest, the first arrest, because of which my fate changed.
Of course, I can't help but ask a question about the last days of your life. They were spent in Vladivostok in a transit camp. There are many legends describing your stay in the last days. There are stories that you allegedly read poems to criminals by the fire in exchange for food, that you were beaten, thrown out of the barracks. What really happened? How did you spend these last days of your life and how did you die?
In Moscow, they fed us in the cell. I already had voices that the food was poisoned. But I didn’t pay attention to it then, because I was not sitting alone in the cell. But... Then, when we were already on the train, they gave us salted fish. But then they didn’t give us water for several hours, because there was none. And everyone was tormented by thirst. Well, in short, there began to be interruptions in food. Then we... first we arrived at one camp, then they took us to another , And I began to wait for this final one to be sent... I was already refusing food. I had money with me, And on the territory of this camp there was a small store. I bought myself some buns . Then I started hearing voices that you left half a bun while you were sleeping, they will sprinkle poison on it there . That is, they began to scare me. I began to ask my cellmates, when they brought me my portion, to try it. But they laughed at me. Some were rude. But I told them who I was, that I was a poet. And I told them, let me read you poetry, but not for food, but for money. That is, some of them had money. They agreed. They listened and gave me coins. But because of these fears, I lowered my vibrations so much that my body began to hurt. My temperature rose . First of all, where we lived, there were bedbugs and lice in our clothes. We were getting infected from each other. And I felt a high temperature. A rash appeared all over my body. And my body was weakened, I practically did not eat. And my immunity dropped, and plus stress and a decrease in vibrations . And my body could not defeat this infection. And I saw that people with machine guns were breaking into the cell, they wanted to kill me. I understood that it was just a vision from my high temperature. At the same time, everyone in the cell was smoking, I was coughing this. I felt my whole body was burning with fire. I could not get to my feet, because I was very weak. And I... I didn't even always understand where I was. That is, I opened my eyes, looked at the electric lamp, at the top of the cell. And around it were floating clouds of this tobacco smoke, it seemed to me that this was the sun, the clouds. I waited for it to rain. And for it to wet my head a little, because it was all burning. But there was no rain. . I thought that I was somewhere in the south, that I had returned to Armenia, lying under the sun On Lake Sevan. I was looking for my wife, it even seemed to me that he was sitting there next to me. I said, I'm tired, let's go home. Some man came up to me and said that you are delirious there. And I said, call my wife. . Then some man in a white coat came, poured something into my mouth, some bitter liquid. Measured my temperature, They even fed me with a spoon, And then one of those days, I don't know how time passed. And I feel like I'm suffocating, I don't have enough air. My heart starts beating fast, and blood starts rushing to my temples. And everything around me began to turn red. As if everything turned red. And after that I... fell through, lost consciousness, as if I fell into a black hole. How much time passed, I don't know. I don't remember who I am, where I am, what my name is. And suddenly I felt like someone was carrying me in their arms. as if holding and . some big man, well, I didn't see anything, I just felt darkness. There wasn't even a thought. But then I felt like I had a body, and that someone was holding it. And that I was being carried somewhere. I thought, well, my memory started to come back to me. I felt like I was being carried on a stretcher to the medical center. But I felt like it wasn't a stretcher, but that I was being held down by hands. I thought, who is this? I began to peer closely into the darkness and saw two glowing eyes looking at me from the darkness. I think that some kind of delirium is happening again, but at the same time I no longer felt this heat. And when I say, "Lord, help me understand where I am and what is happening to me." Enlighten my mind, I began to pray. I saw that the darkness disappeared , a flash of light, and it became light all around. I saw a huge angel with wings, probably about 10 meters tall. And he was holding me in his arms, like a little person, and we were flying somewhere. I turn around and say, what happened? He speaks, but his lips do not move. Your incarnation is over. I am transferring you to the spiritual world. Now you will unite with your spirit. Enough time has passed. And then I saw... a huge ball, a white ball, and we flew into it, and after that I began to expand. In general, I remembered who I was. At first I remembered the last incarnation, and gradually, over the course of several days in earthly time, I began to remember the rest. And then almost immediately an angel came down to me, my angel-consultant, And we began to talk with him, he began to show me pictures from life. and ask me such questions, thanks to which I remembered everything and came to my senses. Well, and then I found out that I had lowered my level and ended up on the seventh. Which made me very sorry. I wanted to meet my wife. I came to her. The path was opened for me, but she was still incarnated. I came to her, and she was sleeping . met in a dream. I think she remembered the dreams. She met me. She was very happy that she met me.
Tell me, please, how have you arranged your spiritual world now? Well, Stalin is sitting in his office, and what about you?
This is a garden in which there is a round gazebo, and this gazebo has these columns. And he sits in this gazebo, in some kind of Greek toga, and he has a wreath on his head. His home is this garden, where all the trees grow, and they are not only from the earth, that is, from different planets, because he remembers where he lived. And he walks there, and in the gazebo he has a round table. There are some fruits lying there. He creates a world of nature for himself. Very similar to Olympus, so to speak. Well, only the mountains are not visible, the garden is visible.
Were you given a chance to raise your vibration? And if not, why didn't you die earlier to prevent the lowering?
I believe that Stalin's intervention in my case was precisely the chance for me to stay alive, because I really could have been shot, and, by the way, they could have even done so without his knowledge. And this was my chance to engage in creativity, to return to raising my vibrations. I only had to... comply with everything that was required by law, live where they told me, and prove my loyalty to the Soviet government with my poems. I was looking through my probability lines. In that case, I would have lived to see World War II. and could have lowered my vibrations because of that.
Tell me, please, was there some kind of global plan in the fact that a galaxy of such bright poets appeared, of which you were a part, in the Silver Age? Maybe you somehow agreed that you should all be embodied together during this period
We really had acquaintances in the spiritual world with Anna Akhmatova, Nikolai Gumilev, Alexander Blok, Ivan Bunin , and Marina Tsvetaeva and Sergei Yesenin . And we really had such an agreement that we would help each other during incarnation, support each other . And poetry was our instrument for raising people's vibrations, for raising awareness, for raising love, including love for nature. Well, everyone wrote about something of their own. But it was all a means for developing the heart, for opening the spiritual heart.
This was our experience, our lesson, and we all saw where we were going. I believe that at any time you can effectively raise your level, but I just didn’t have enough... my intuition, my connection with my higher self, my awareness to understand what I was destined to do and what I was not destined to do.
The host Igor Lebedev Dear Osip, let me thank you for this priceless experience on behalf of all those present here and all the viewers who will watch this conversation. I express my gratitude to you, we send you the light of our love. and we thank Irina Podzorova for the unique meeting and the Koseopeya project, which may it continue to exist, develop and please us, help us in our spiritual development.
