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Break time in our lectures. Marco, our operator, returned from vacation. He brought lots including peck and tipple. And our director is with us. After the usual questions “How it was? How did he spend a holiday? Did he chill out?” he begins the story because of which we forget out and away our food and drink. All have noticed that the director was involved and followed more about Marco’s narrative.

Dear friends, at the insistence of my father, I had to spend the first few days of vacation in the village in Montenegro instead to go to sea. You all know that I am a Montenegrin – born and what happened to me, it is hard to believe.

For many years, my father asked me stubbornly to take him to the native village to visit his brother. This year I tried to avoid it and I was going to go with my family to the sea without him, but he still admonished. After a short discussion, my wife and I agreed that we will leave him in the house with relatives and on the same day we will continue our way to the sea. On the way, back we’ll pick up him. The wolves are full and the sheep are whole.

At the long last, my wife agreed, and children as children, it does not matter where – just to go. And so, we went. Way as a way, without nothing special.

But when we came up to the village I have been invigorated. It’s the savage scenery. Bliss and inner peace are too wonderful for words if you have not experienced it. We drove up to my uncle’s house. We were warmly welcomed by uncle and aunty. Only they stay here to take due care of the ancestral hearth. I looked at my father, and his eyes beam with happiness as if he takes on a new lease of life at that moment. Brothers hug with tears in eyes. Indeed, they haven’t seen each other for a long time.

Like a real mistress aunt began to shout at him:

“Micho, why are you standing like a do not invite guests in the house? How nice to see you! Come in and make it fast!” – She claps me and my wife on the back. “Now then, children, come in! We’ll talk there without standing under the sun” – she shoves slightly the father and all we are slowly entering the house.

We started to talk about everything while the aunt was carefully making a meal. There is different tasty food on the table. During dinner, everything is falling right into place gradually. Everyone relaxed. To my surprise, my wife began to explain that we were going to stay there for two or three days and then we would continue our journey to the sea. On the way, back we’ll pick up the father. Everyone liked it. We went out of the house. Sat down at the table under the old mulberry tree and continued our conversation while my wife and aunt washing the dishes.

At this moment, a woman was passing by. My uncle stood up, gave a salute and invited her for a cup of coffee. A short time later he came back and said that it was a very respected doctor who works in the village.

“You see, brother, everything has made great strides!” – said my father. “Do you remember our time? We went to see a doctor Gatso from Murino to Berane or over there to Velika, – he shoots out arm. He would cure better than any doctor.”

Here we go again! My father allegedly is in his second childhood! He thrashes again and again over to the same stories that I’ve heard many times! There were the stories about an original man.

“Give me a break!” – I interrupted him hundreds of times. “You know, father, what century is out there? However, those who hear you would call you crazy!” I warned him an innumerable number of times when he began to tell stories. I did not forbid him to tell stories to children, but I myself ever missed them. And here it is again! He begins as usual. I was ready to become enraged when my uncle started to confirm his words. Oh, my God, is it possible or I’m going out of my mind?

I’ve started to listen to what I had thought was impossible. Both were speaking about this man as a great wonderworker and I went on listening while absorbing each word as earth imbibes water! Was it indeed the case that such a man existed, lived until the nearly end of the 20th century and few people had ever heard of him!

“Miro, go to Radenko and call him” – the uncle asked my aunt to call a neighbor. She left and returned quickly saying that he was busy with work, but he would come about eight.

It’s a nice summer night. Crickets and night birds are heard. My people, the village varies wildly of our place in Belgrade. Peace. Quietness. The children went to sleep and we are sitting under the mulberry tree again and talking about an eccentric man and every word is worth special attention.

Radenko described how he was walked to the crank. A few days he had a high fever and headache. He was walked to the doctor in Berane. He was given injections, he took the tablets, but nothing worked. And only then he was walked to see that weirdo, who laid hands over his head and held them in this position for a moment. Radenko felt as if the heat boiled in the head. Since that time, he has never a headache.

First Radenko tells, then my father, my uncle followed him – one after another, and I listen to them and I can’t believe it. So, come down to eleven pm. We agreed that tomorrow night meet again. This continued to eleven at night. We agreed to meet by the afternoon of the next day. Neighbors will be called. They have visited that crank and are going to tell their stories. Everyone was interested to tell me his own story, because everyone knows that I’m working on TV and think that he could also appear in any television show. I tossed and turned sleeplessly in bed through the night. I could not sleep. Holly Molly! How is that possible that the story was before me for years, but I did not see it?

And this day is done. In the evening six people but Radenko gathered in the house of my uncle. Everyone is waiting patiently until he could tell his story.

This is not a story but it is nevertheless true which happened with these simple souls and which will now be told now for the first time to one who can tell it to the others. As is well known, what some people of this and the neighboring villages know of this and the neighboring villages it is to known of all the rest of humankind.

“Oh, my son”, – the neighbor Gordana was the first who began to tell his story, because of a hurrying to return home. “I can tell you that I really respected the man, but believe me, and was afraid of him too. He often rode a horse to Plav. He usually bought something there, possibly he went to see friends and to bring them ointment or broth and then returned home. So, it was on that day. I was cooking varenika[1]. It was a big pot of wide width! – She shows the wide hands. – I was sitting and waiting. Varenika was boiling and I just wanted to remove it from the stove as one of the children shouted: “Look, there is grandfather Gatso”. Perhaps I was destined to push the pot so that twelve liters of boiling varenika dumplings poured out on me. “Ah, ah!” – I cried out in surprise as disturbed bird. It was very hot. I could have died away. All made a dash for me. The children started crying and my husband Savo took alarm. I fell down close to the stove and my face was treated with boiling varenika. A blister covered my skin from the chin almost to eyes. It seemed to me that the fire was burning inside. Savo is trying to remove my clothing. Have a look! She shows a part of the arm where skin has been burnt and scratched. There is a visible burn scar. It has been leaving when Savo removed my body shirt. The door opened and at the same moment as if everything has stopped and calmed down. Believe me son, all the pain was gone. Suddenly Gatso came in as God’s phantom.

“Come on, Savo, let’s have a little quiet. God willing, everything’s going to be all right!”

Savo weeps and wails. The children have been mashed together and are beefing with hands pressed to the lips.

For what is it to me, Gatso? Come and see what happened to my beautiful Gocha!” Savo wanted to hug me and protect from all pains and, if possible, to share troubling distress with me while overcoming with weakness.

“Wait for a while, Savo”, – he headed Gatso off. So, you can’t help her, you’ll take off only your skin! Let me do it and don’t be afraid.”

This man came up to me. I’ve heard that he had hands like boiling water. He turned them like that to me and I, instead of hot, felt that something spreads over my entire body and a certain force cools my body. I began to feel as if snow and ice have poured over my body.

“Savo, give me water from the well!” – Gatso said.

At that moment, I felt calmness that it seemed to me I fall asleep. And my children and Savo calmed down, they were crying no more. Savo came and brought water. Neighbors gathered in front of our house. They scraped against doors and windows to see what is happening. It is surprising that nobody asks anything. Our neighbor Joko filled and brought to Savo a bucket with water. He handed it to Gatso who poured water on me. Look, my son, here the water is very cold as ice, but I felt it was warm.

“I’ll be back soon…” – Gatso said and went to his horse.

People made a clear way for him right over, he took out of a package a liniment without greeting anyone. He comes in and begins to spread this ointment on me. First – on face. When he smeared my body, I could take off clothes without the pain and the skin did not stick to dress.

“Hey, excuse me”, – he told me. “Now you’ll smear herself the rest of the body parboil through varenika, then you’ve to wait fifteen minutes and change into fresh clothes. At this point in time your Zlata will cook us cups of coffee. Zlata, daughter, do you know how to make coffee?” – He asked her and I, right hand to God, went into another room without feeling any pain.

“Yes, grandfather, I can do it of course!” – I hear my Zlata answering and I see how he is going between people and greeting them.

Savo took a bottle and fills rakia[2] into glasses of people when saying:

“I can see that she feels better about herself!”

He offered Gatso to drink brandy too, but that man refused. He said that he may not to drink rakia while helping people. In front of the house all people are talking and discussing what happened to me. The talks lasted maybe for about 15 minutes after which I appeared on the threshold disguised in fresh clothes.

Such quit and silence is there only in the afterlife. No one can move. Their eyes full of mistrust stared at in surprise at me. I look at them and I can’t understand anything. Dear me, can I sleep? I wanted to touch my cheek where a swollen blister should be. No pain, no blister. At that moment, as if all people have awakened at once and begun to ask their questions. And what Gatso was doing? He overturned the cup with the last sips of coffee, came up to me, took away his ointment, which I still automatically clenched in my hand, and walked to his horse.

Savo first came to his senses. He held Gatso’s arm and began to thank him asking how much he has to pay for saving my life.

“Savo, brother!” – We have heard again the soft and soothing words from his mouth. “Who am I that you thank me, who am I to save someone’s life?! It’s all God’s will and God’s Providence. He sent me to glorify his name through me again.”

Hush fell over the room again. It gently came and gently went.

That’s, my son, it is the story out of my life. It is hard to believe, but word to big bird. I swear down. So was my first meeting with this man of God, who was called later under different names.”

Pero began to tell another story. It is no less interesting than the first one.

So, it was his story:

“Look, son. I know that availability of medicine as well as technology expanded to perfection, but at the same time a highly – developed technology and the most modern medicine can’t help to anyone even he has all the treasures of the world. It was my example. The temperature rose to 40ºC. I went to Berane. I was examined and taken to Podgorica. But also, there nobody knows what happens with me. I was sent to Military Medical Academy in Belgrade. People, I had had a high temperature for days. I melt as ice dissolves in the sun. I got my weight down up to 20 kilos. The parents go crazy. Doctors say I’ve to prepare for the worst. My wife cries without a break. One relative visited us to ask me about my health. I was invited to visit Gatso to ask him for help. Without thinking the parents went me to him. They wanted to claim his help and were ready to give everything they have. Everyone knows that in the village my parents were the poorest people. He met them as relatives and hosted adopted as the dearest guests. He said that he would go with them directly to Belgrade. He took herbs, roots and came to me. I was barely conscious. I didn’t know whether he had come. Later my father said that he visited me, put his hands on me, gave me some broth, which he cooked in the kitchen of the hospital. According to my father I took that remedy. He asked my father to wait for him near me. And then he went to contact Zoran, the son of Vaso. In the meantime, I came around after one – half hour. The fever subsided as if I haven’t it. A doctor’s concilium was quite surprised that I could throw off an illness in a blink of an eye and they couldn’t treat me within 20 days. Reanalysis illustrated excellent results. After morning analysis, I left the hospital. As soon as we wanted to go, Gatso came up to us.

“So why do you go without seeing me? Hey, it is impossible!” – He joked and we went away together. In front of the hospital Zoran was waiting for us. He gave us a lift to bus station.

“Heh, my uncle Djuro! – Says Zoran to my father. – Do not believe me, if I swear on my children that only our President Tito called uncle Fatso to visit him last night.”

I was transfixed to the spot when hearing it. This is no joke, my son, to get to Tito at the time.

Long after my grandfather told me that he influenced Tito through his own strength in order that Tito called him to talk. He said me that he often could achieve success through adversely impact the human conscience, that’s why he decided to try it on one of the most influential personalities of that time. Tito heard him and everything went well, but when my grandfather was gone Tito shook his head, as if he has awakened from a dream.

We returned home and people in the village have talked for a long time how Tito called to speak with the wisest man in Montenegro. There has been talk that they took photographs and there were people who saw this picture with my father Djuro when he came home to Gatso. Elders said: “There is no denying the truth. So is the story from my life, son. I had an opportunity to find out that his energy and herbs as well as roots are much more effectively and efficiently than all the pills and injections in this land.”

Tomo started to tell the third story:

“Listen to me, son, my case is a little bit different. I’ve only to say that I met that man not once and he helped me at all times.

One time I paid a visit to him. You know, he had needed that sort of thing too. Some men and women were guests by him. God knows where they came from. I welcomed all and said:

I do not want to sit longer than a hen, but I have come to thank you and I’d like to say, that I relieved feeling of heaviness and pain in the legs. Look, I stand as a rock! “ – I extended the hands and showed to everyone. – No power in earth could move me.”

“Now for sure do you think so?” – asked Gatso with his quit voice.

“I don’t think so, I know it,” – I said.

“Well, Tomo, then do not be angry, but I’d like to show something to you.

“I can’t be angry, Gatso. If you even cut my hand I’ll never get angry with you.”

Then he extended his hands towards me. For a moment, I felt that some power was passing through my body. Holy cripes! I was standing straight, but suddenly the body itself begins to move back and forth. My hands were along the body and I bend almost to the ground. I thought that I’m going to prostrate myself, but some power lifts me again. And he didn’t even touch me… When he corrected me, slapped with his hands and I felt as if I have awakened from a dream. I was awoken and conscious, I saw everything but I felt as if I was asleep. My God, it is a perfect darling and miraculous power dwells in him.

So is my story, son. It’s short, but very wonderful and real truth.

And then Marco says:

“Director and all of you will put a face to this story. It’s the most interesting. And whoever considers so it is the most acceptable story.

“Listen to me now, I’ll tell something. I know that it’s impossible to believe in that, but there are people from the whole village and they can confirm that”, – the neighbor Ljuba started to tell his story. My husband Mikan was apoplectic. He lost the use of his arm and leg. He couldn’t tell a word. He was getting medical care by all doctors of Montenegro. My son is a doctor. But everything is still the same. Neither he nor the others were unable to help. He was unmoving. He did not move a muscle. He said nothing. All possible procedures and therapies have been unable to achieve any progress. When we found out about new treatment methods we immediately took him there. Nothing helped. And he looks at us as if he wants to say something but he couldn’t do it. So, six months passed. We lost all hope that he will recover. Relatives and neighbors come to visit him. Panto, Stoyan’s son has come. He lives on the edge of the village. In the conversation he mentioned Gatso. At that very moment, my Mika seemed to have gained some strength. He began to nod his head, trying to say something.

“What’s Mikan, what’s distressing you so deeply? Are you all right?” – We ask, but he just shakes his head.

Then Panto says: “It seems to me that he was worried when I remembered.”

Then Mikan nodded his head again and then I asked: “Mikan, should we go you to Gatso?”

He nods his approval again. Uh, son, it became clear to me why he looked at me that time. He wanted to tell that we had to take him to Gatso, but he could not say it. We gathered together with God’s help and with a sore heart brought him. A man has received us. Everything was all right and he started working with him. Where he leads his hand, there Mekan moves his hand or foot too. He was so wet from sweat that drops were also tricking from the chin.

Gatso stopped, inhaled a little air and began to explain to us: “Look, Ljuba. I do not want to deceive you. I never lied and now I do not want tell lies too. His condition is very bad. Only one thing makes me happy. I can see that there is still a little energy that I feel on his fingers. And now… This disease is not being cured by two or three massages. It’s such thing as if you press when iron cable went. He is in the same situation. The nerve in his brain, which transfers the command to the body, blew out. Now, the body does not understand what it has to move. I hold out little hope for his recovery. But I can sincerely say that I’m glad to feel a little energy that still passes through his body. And this smallness is a high rate for me. So, listen to me. It is ever so much easier to ride a horse to your house that to make you bring him to me. I’ll visit you 15 days until he walks on own legs”.

As soon as he said this Mikan began to nod saying first words: “Yes, yes, yes,”

As a child, he began to speak and we shed tears of pure joy.

At that moment Gatso turned and began to talk to him:

“Listen to me, Mikan, I know that you understand me. Is that so?”

Mikan nodded and again says: “Yes!”

It was amazing to us.

Mikan, I’ll tell you about something that very few people know in this world. This is records which have been remained from my great – grandfather. It will be strange for you to hear it, but you have to know that it’s all true!”

Gatso went into another room and returned with an old notebook.

“Mikan, here is recorded everything. The human brain works by four to seven percent and of phenomena – up to ten percent. Look, everything that burned out, these four to seven percent, can be replaced, corrected and cured by these exercises and my work. This work is exactly as if you take a log at fifteen centimeters in circumference and with your bare hands make a hole through it. It’s not easy, but you have to be stubborn and have to believe, because when a person believes, then everything can be understood in this world”.

Then all of us thought about him – God, he is an extraordinary man!

My Mikan’s eyes shine. He nods head when saying only one: “Yes!”

“Here, my Mikan, there are exercises with which the human brain can evolve to such a size that this person can only look at the other and that the head will split as if someone threw a bomb into it. Check this out!”

Mikan was sitting on the bed and the three of us are sitting at the table.

“You, the three people, keep this table as strong as possible.”

We grabbed and held it and Gatso just reached out his hand and moved it. And some force moved us and the table for one and a half meters. We all sent chill up our spine and Mikan began to laugh. Gatso moved his hand again and we went back to the place we were. We examine the table. Maybe something was caught somewhere that moved us. But we do not find anything. And he laughs and says:

“What’s, do not believe me?”

“We believe, but it’s amazing, Gatso!”

“Well, well, then you’ll have a chance to be blown away and just to believe me even more.”

He stretches out his hands and… a bottle from the middle of the table rises up itself and pushes the rakia down over the glasses for all of us. He did not touch it. My eyes saw this. We left him being happy and pleased and, my God, a little excited. After that he began to visit us. If you could see how he worked with Mikan. What unarticulated sounds were heard, but the results quickly became visible. A couple of days later Mikan began to pronounce the words and could move more and more. All of us were amazed at his recovery.

As I said a little earlier, my son is a doctor. He told his friends, who are doctors too, about the miraculous recovery of his father. It’s normal that they did not believe him. One day my son asked Gatso whether he could come with other doctors who wants to meet him and see how he works.

Gatso asked him:

“Son, do they believe in what you told them, don’t they?”

“I swear, grandpa Gatso, we all are still the doctors and we do not believe in anything except medicine,” – answered the son, lowering his head as if he was ashamed to look into Gatso’ eyes.

“Well, sonny, good. Call them, they’ll believe! “

It was the fifteenth day of Mikan’s massage therapy at the hands of Gatso. On that day, a sheep was slaughtered and many things were prepared to meet the doctors and to treat Gatso, of course. And my Mikan already walks and says a word by word. It was still difficult for him to walk and hard to understand, but he tries. Just on this day Gatso was finishing his massage when we heard a car drove into the yard. There were my son and other doctors. There are five of them. We opened the doors and went out to meet them. I’m cooking food and Gatso sat next to Mikan on the bed. They have already reached the threshold and wanted to come in. Then Gatso gave a wave of his hand. The doors are open, but they can’t enter the room. Hither and thither, but in no way as if someone has put an invisible barrier or glass. I do not know how else to say.

Then Gatso laughed and said:

“What’s, my friends doctors?” Do you believe, don’t you? Does such a thing exist in your medicine? Come on, let’s come in,” – so he said and removed the very same hand, which waved to them.

A senior doctor marked himself with a sign of the cross to this miracle and they entered saying hello. Having viewed the improving the health of Mikan, in their eyes one could notice respect for Gatso. They sat down and began to eat lunch. Dr. Rade asked if he really has such a record that describes how to activate a part of the human brain that is asleep and if he is ready to donate these records to medicine so that it works to the good of humanity.

Gatso smiled and asked him:

“And are you ready to cut off your hand and give it to someone, not someone who needs it, but someone who wants to abuse it?” The human thirst for power, strength and wealth has no limits.” No, mate, I do not have the intentions of one person who would receive this force and could raise it up to the level of the power of the Lord.”

There was such a silence that one can hear thin pipe of gnats, as if the plane had flown by.

My son first came to his senses and asked him:

“Grandpa Gatso, do you want to show them to us, can we see these records out of curiosity?”

“Uh, sonny, if I gave you all my notebooks, neither you nor anyone else in the world could make out any recipe without my formulas. Everything is written in code form. Every code is like the other and always shows another word or has a different meaning.”

“Could you show us the same thing with a table when my people were by you?”

“You do not believe again, do you,” – he said, – “and so Jesus said to his disciples: “I tell all of you with certainty, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, “Move from here to there”, and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you”[3]. Well, hold fast to table.”

We gripped it and Gatso started moving his hand. And all of them moved around the house together with the table like flies, but not people who weights under one hundred kilograms and more. After that we were taking lunch together. Gatso stood up, said goodbye to everyone and left, and we stayed to discuss these and other events. And it is clear that we talked only about him. One of the doctors said:

“Oh, come on, he is an old boaster.”

Then my Mikan stand up, he brought his hand down with a smack on the table and said very quietly, but everyone could hear him:

“He is not bouncing, he helps”

Look at Mikan – he can walk and talk, as if he was never ill. So, my sonny, this is my story.

Only Marco completed this story, as the director crossed himself with the words:

“Good God! If he really has these records about the functions of the brain, then this would be a great discovery for humanity! Marco, take a film crew and slide in the footsteps of this amazing person. Good luck! I hope that all this is true, but not just chatter.

The group was ready and we went to this most amazing expedition.