From Beyond Despair

Testimonial from the book Tesla Metamorphosis – Heal and Evolve by Anya Petrovic

I was desperately searching the Internet trying to find a way to beat systemic lupus which I had suffered for seventeen years already. In addition to this, the herpes virus was triggered in my body. I had open wounds on my face and my hands. I had found myself in a vicious circle with not much chance to escape.

Systemic lupus is a disease where the organism attacks itself, as the immune system is hyperactive. Medicine still does not have a treatment that would cure this disease. Corticosteroid therapy just helps maintain the status quo in the short term. Herpes was rampaging inside me, waking me up with severe pain in my lungs and shoulders each morning. The lupus was raging, triggered by the herpes. Every two weeks I had bladder infection, which was an announcement of an imminent attack on the kidneys. It wouldn’t be enough to say that I was beyond despair.

I still didn’t lose hope. Somehow, somewhere … must be something or someone who can help me: a shaman from Siberia, a medicine-man from America, an avatar from India, a fern from Amazon, mushrooms from Indonesia, something … someone … somewhere.

And then it happened! In my desperate search on the Internet, I came across Tesla Metamorphosis website. It gave me some hope, but then I realised with deep disappointment that Anya lives in Australia, and me, “just around the corner”, in Europe. I pressed the Seminars Schedule button, and there was the light at the end of the tunnel: Anya was coming to my city in two months. I could not believe … I just could not believe it.

At times, I began to doubt if this ail made any sense at all. Then I thought, does it matter if I believe it or not? If it works, it works. I was waiting for that woman I didn’t know. With the first cold autumn days my immune system crashed, and I was nailed to my bed with a fever and a severe cough. “I am finished”, I thought, “I will die before Anya arrives”.

I did not die. On that gloomy November evening, I managed to get to my door and open it for Anya. I was overwhelmed by fragrance. “Isn’t it written on the website that practitioners are not supposed to wear perfumes?” I asked myself. “Well, even if she does wear it, why so much? … Tough, the smell is nice; something like a combination of marigold and pine, something like Indian incense.”

The session started. I didn’t believe in the stories about involuntary movements during the session, so I was pretty shocked when my left leg lifted and started rotating. It was as if somebody else was rotating it. Anya came because of my lupus, there was no chance that she could know about the problem with my left ankle and foot! At one stage, I felt as if I was sinking into the bed and as if something was happening with my spine.

My spine had been compressed in the sacral area for years. There was a bump there, and long ago I gave up any hope that the spine could be straightened. I was not paying attention to this anymore. Two days after the session, after having a shower, I saw myself in the mirror. My spine was perfectly straight! There was no way Anya could have known about my spine!?

When the session was finished, Anya asked me what I had experienced during the session. I told her about the perfume she was wearing, I couldn’t resist. I thought: “Gosh, how could I possibly not sense it, she was literally soaked in perfume?!” I was shocked when she told me that she didn’t wear any!

For the second session, I went to Anya’s place, as I was already able to get out of the house and take a bus. That night, when I returned home, I suddenly started crying. I was perfectly calm, but tears were streaming, and I could not control it. I couldn’t cry for years before that.

In the third session I had a strange feeling that somebody was doing something on my body, something I could perhaps call “electronic healing”. I really do not know how to describe this. Like, for a while, I felt that I existed only in the area of my head and the area from my knees down. The part of my body in between those two points seemed transformed into a movement of energy, but not there. Somewhere else, I don’t know… in some other dimension.

Now, my blood-tests are perfect. The only thing I don’t like about all this is that my menstrual cycle, which from puberty had always run a longer-than-average cycle, was now infallibly accurate.

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