Lucy/ 02/07/2018 Please reset the book from whom it was downloaded for free, my address is: [email protected] Thank you very much in advance!

Ivan/ 25.04.2017 Please throw off the book who managed to download for free [email protected] All positive and inexhaustible energy

Nicky/ 01/31/2017 For those who write that it did not work - do not rush things. It doesn't all happen right away. Some work faster, some slower. Be attentive to what is happening, maybe you yourself do not notice what needs to be noticed. I have been practicing mudras for several years. In the first two years, nothing worked either, or even if there were any changes in life, they were so insignificant that it was almost impossible to notice them. Now I know for sure that everything works, when immediately, when six months later, in general, in different ways. To keep track of changes, you need to keep records of when and what mudra you perform, write down what has changed in your life. If you don't, you may not notice what happened. Because everything enters life so smoothly and naturally that it is difficult to attribute it to a mudra made, for example, six months ago, if you don’t specifically track it. Before performing the mudra, perform tuning exercises (for calming and concentration). And read the instructions in the book carefully. Because it often happens that in order to get a result from one mudra, before it, you must first perform another mudra in order for the one that is needed to work. Practice, be patient, everything will work out.

ale/ 28.01.2017 SORRY NOT WORKING

Ludmila/ 01/07/2017 It didn't work for me either.

Olya/ 3.09.2016 Gattal, in order for everything to work, you need to keep a good attitude. I recommend using the daily meditation or attunement exercises before doing the mudras presented in this book. This greatly speeds up the action of the wise. While I was negatively tuned in to life, it didn’t work for me either. Then I realized that the power of thought is the same energy, and changed my negative attitude to a positive one with the help of daily meditation. And everything began to work, and some of them right from the first day of application.

gattal/ 08/12/2016 Not working. I did everything according to the book. Why is there no feedback that this does not work. Followed strictly according to the instructions. Did one mudra for one week. Week rest. Came back months later. I want to believe. But no. I even bought the book in 2014.

Gulzhan/ 07/21/2016 It's a pity the book is not in the public domain, you can read it, but you can't download it. A very useful book. After the first mudra for money, I found coins. Then, without question, they issued an advance. I do the second mudra. Now there is a week break. Nevertheless, having sold an old laptop, she again received money. Now the situation is difficult, even with the apartment kicked out. I made a mudra for housing, immediately remembered a friend with a good apartment and spent the night with her. Wise men work. On Sunday, I will start the weekly exercises that were on a break.

Olya/ 07/16/2016 An excellent book, an excellent author, and thanks to this site that before the change in legislation, this book was available to everyone in electronic form. Downloaded at the time. I have been practicing mudras for a couple of years. Some work quickly, some take a long time, but the fact that they all work is unambiguous. It's just that some favorable circumstances come into life, a little delayed and so natural that it's hard to notice with the naked eye that this action is wise. I have now purchased the same book in paper form, because in fact it has no price.

Nick/ 02/27/2016 I found the book 4 years ago, but I started making mudras only a year ago, for the first 3 months nothing seemed to change, but then ... I moved to a department where you just can’t get there, without a bribe) the financial condition has noticeably changed there is a car, I can travel twice a year. this is the mudra of income stabilization, I will try another one for wealth

Evil/ 9.12.2015 For --- Victoria
There is no information about the author, in any case, I did not find it, judging by the comments, the wise help, I tried, I did not succeed
For --- plane tree
Google, I just searched specifically, you can still find and download for free

Denis/ 6.12.2015 let's throw off

plane tree/ 4.12.2015 I downloaded Max Tal's book for free. This book was magala to me, I flashed it into my phone and it all disappeared.

Victoria/ 27.08.2015 What kind of author is Max Tal? Does anyone know anything about him? Please post a link.

Valentina/ 07/26/2015 Starting from December 2014, I have been doing Mudra, opening
constant access to a source of abundance.

I have a piecework wage, so this wise one is just right for me. The work has really become more, even sometimes I don’t have time to do everything.

To date, we have managed to accumulate 700,000 rubles. I don’t know about you, Muscovites, but for a Petersburger, a good stash :) :)

Who is Max Tal? I really really want to know about him, this secret knowledge, will he have new books?

Sergey/ 17.02.2015 For Andrey. On the first point. I try to rationally approach the effect of the practice of mudras. Therefore, if the sister does not believe in their action, then it is pointless to look for some kind of mudra that can change the life of your loved one. At the heart of ingenious finger plexuses is the effect of self-hypnosis. On the second question. Here you should refer to Tal's book "30 new wise for good luck, achieving goals ...". The necessary mudras are presented there. Including for setting yourself up for admission to the desired university, passing exams, and so on and so forth.

Andrei/ 02/13/2015 I have a question for those who make mudras, 1) Is it possible to do mudras for my sister, since she does not believe in mudras, and I would like her to finally find her love and not be so lonely, I feel sorry for her ((
2) Soon farewell to the school, what mudra to do in order to enroll in the desired specialty at some prestigious university, for example, at Moscow State University, help with advice pliiz

Arthur/ 5.02.2015 Works surprisingly. Although at first he was skeptical. Especially financial ones.

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Here is a unique book on how to change the flow of energy around you in order to get what you want. This book is about the ancient Indian secret art of mudras - a special position of the hands and fingers. For the first time in one book you will find descriptions of 30 mudras that will change your destiny for the better: the mudras of “strengthening the wind of fate”, understanding where to swim, “true desire”, for creating favorable circumstances in life, for gaining the right qualities at the right time, for strengthening the capabilities of the intellect, to overcome fear, to achieve material goals, to attract loving and understanding people, to increase external attractiveness, and many ...

• April 2, 2014, 02:01

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The art of wisdom has been around for thousands of years. With the help of simple combinations of fingers, a special circulation of energy in the body is provided, which helps to cure diseases and slows down aging.

But few people know that there are mudras that also give power over fate. Until now, information that mudras help to gain money was practically not available to anyone. The author of this book received it "from hand to hand" from one of the guardians of the true essence of the wise.

• April 2, 2014, 02:00

Genre: ,

In this book, for the first time, knowledge is published on how to make others obey your will with the help of mudras, how to attract the right people, how to please others, how to avoid deception.

Now you have energy threads in your hands that will help you manage the world around you. Simple combinations of fingers - and the flow of energy inside and around you changes, everything changes according to your desire.

The ancient knowledge of the Indian sages will literally in a matter of seconds help you establish relationships in the family and with business partners, protect yourself from...

• January 15, 2014, 00:37

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The art of wisdom has been around for over two thousand years. It is known that with the help of various additions of the fingers, it is possible to restore the normal circulation of qi energy in the human body and, thus, treat diseases, restore affected organs, slow down the aging process ...

But mudras have another amazing property that few people know about. Mudras can change the flow of energy not only inside, but also outside of a person! As a result, a person gets an amazing opportunity to control the material energy and the energy of other people. One who knows the art of wisdom can achieve the attraction of money and the right people into his life. With the help of special mudras, you can inspire people, effectively manage them ...

The author of the book that you are holding in your hands received this invaluable information "from hand to hand" from one of the guardians of the true essence of the wise. In this book, 36 mudras of controlling material energies and ...

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Introduction

The art of wise - special gestures, or positions of the fingers that can change reality - has long been a mystery in the East with seven seals. This art was passed from teacher to student, and according to legend, it was even believed that the one who reveals the secret to outsiders may die. And, of course, for a European over the past centuries it was unthinkable even to think to get at least a grain of this secret knowledge, to touch it at least with the edge of his mind.

I do not know why it so happened that it was I who became the European to whom knowledge was not only revealed, but who was honored to carry it further, introducing to the secrets of the East Europe so far from it before. Whether the times have changed so much or some other reasons were found for the secret knowledge to become apparent - but one way or another, the forces that control my fate led me straight to this secret. And we probably do not always need to know how and why our fate develops this way and not otherwise. We cannot comprehend this with the human mind, and it remains only to follow our destiny, for it is from the Almighty, and the Almighty knows better what is good for us and what is bad, and which way we should go for the best service to Him.

My Indian teacher blessed me to pass this knowledge on to you. And if this book is in your hands, then this knowledge is intended for you. In surprising, inscrutable ways, sometimes something comes to us that becomes the most important thing for us in life. Truth comes in amazing ways, and fate itself.

Knowledge didn't come easily to me. Before it became available to me, I lost everything I had and almost lost my life itself. Later I realized that this was the kind of test I needed then. If I didn’t cross this line, it’s unlikely that my brain, which was rather lazy and clumsy at that time, could be mobilized to master new knowledge, and even such an unusual one for a sober-minded and self-confident European.

I will try to tell as briefly as possible about my adventures, which, perhaps, could become the basis of a novel, or even more than one. But my task is not to entertain you, but to provide information that will help you correctly perceive the knowledge presented in the book: treat it with due respect and seriousness.

Words about my chosenness.

Surprise and shock!

Many years ago, I was an ordinary student with very ordinary abilities. My life path seemed to be predetermined: having received an economic education, I was going to go into business, following in the footsteps of my father.

But one day a friend introduced me to his yoga teacher. And I suddenly became so interested in this occupation that I began to study, and quite seriously. Although my progress was modest, which I was aware of.

One day a stranger came to class and for some reason I wanted to like him. There was something special about him, a power. And I started trying my best. But, apparently, due to excessive effort, he could not perform even the simplest asanas.

When this man came up to me after class, I hung my head in my shoulders, expecting a devastatingly low grade. But instead, words that surprised me were spoken. I even doubted: did I misheard? “You have the mark of being chosen,” that is what this man told me. "And your hour will come."

It didn't take long for me to grasp the meaning of what was said. And when I got there, I was really shocked. I? Elected? What does it mean? And most importantly, what should I do next?

But there were no answers. It remains to be seen that they may still appear.

I later found out that this person was my yoga teacher's teacher. I remembered this meeting for a long time, but time passed, and nothing either in myself or in the world around me told me what my chosenness consisted of. And I began to pray that God would show me this.

When we seek answers to our questions, those answers come in one form or another. The answer to my question about what my chosenness consists of came to me in such a strange form that I didn’t even understand right away that this was the answer.

Poor old man. Strange meeting and strange conversation

“You must listen to me. After all, I also once had the seal of being chosen ... like you.

I started. Who is this person? How, how does he know?.. Of course, I carefully listened to everything the old man told me.

And he said that I should immediately drop everything and go to India - unless I want to repeat his fate, becoming the same beggar tramp.

Turns out he wasn't always like this! On the contrary, once it was a rich, prosperous person, the heir to a huge capital. And once he, like me, heard that he had the seal of being chosen and that his mission was to go to India and get special knowledge there that would help many people. But in his youth he neglected this advice received from a wise man, and did not go anywhere.

Soon his family went bankrupt, and no matter how he tried to improve things, nothing came of it. As a result, he lost everything, and even the roof over his head.

For several days I walked around under the impression of this meeting, but then I decided that the speeches of a half-mad old man could hardly be trusted. And a trip to India was not included in my immediate plans.

And so, when I had already begun to forget what had happened, the extraordinary circumstances of my life reminded me of the words of the old man.

Serious trouble in my family. My way is to India

My father's business failed. For me it was like a bolt from the blue. It turned out that things had not been going very well for a long time, but my parents hid this from me, until the last moment hoping to rectify the situation. However, bankruptcy could not be avoided. We ended up in huge debts, so we even had to mortgage the house. On this basis, the father fell ill with a heart attack.

In such a situation, I could not continue my studies at the university. I had to look for some kind of job.

For several days I walked around like a restless person, trying to get used to this new reality, and then, unexpectedly for myself, I quickly packed up and went to India - completely without understanding what I would do there.

I will not go into the details of this trip - I will only say that after a long flight with transfers, flight delays and an overnight stay at the airport, I arrived in Delhi already quite tired and sleepy and, having barely reached a simple hotel with a very ascetic atmosphere, I immediately collapsed into a bunk and fell into a dead sleep. When I woke up, I began to think what to do next. I didn't have any travel plans. And I decided to start by going to Rishikesh, a city that I have heard a lot about as the yoga capital of the world.

But there was no train going to Rishikesh, but there was another one going to the city nearby, twenty kilometers away.

I decided that I would somehow overcome this distance, and without hesitation got into the car.

The path is seriously testing me

And then I made a mistake - I did not fasten my luggage to a special ring under the seat, as other passengers did. As a result, before I had time to doze off, my backpack and the trace caught a cold - a nimble thief was operating on the railway, and maybe more than one.

And I naively hoped that with the arrival in India all the troubles would vanish like smoke. How I scolded myself for my childhood faith in fairy tales! Trouble seemed to take on a new dimension.

I got off at the terminal station without money and documents and in a state close to despair. My legs themselves brought me to the bazaar, apparently because the body had long demanded food and water, and I had nothing and nothing to satisfy my hunger and thirst. I must have looked hungry and unhappy, besides, I could not explain anything because of my lack of knowledge of the language, and local merchants, taking pity on me, began to give me some kind of rotten fruits and vegetables. Either from hunger and thirst, or simply because of nervousness, I ate all this greedily, forgetting that nowhere, but in India especially, in no case should you eat vegetables and fruits unwashed.

Not surprisingly, very soon I felt all the symptoms of acute poisoning. I barely reached a building, sat down on the ground, leaning against its wall, and, apparently, lost consciousness, because I remember the rest very vaguely. I was feverish and delirious, my condition was critical, but miraculously help came to me.

My savior and first guide on the path to knowledge

Not realizing how much time had passed, I woke up in some cozy room. It turned out to be a small hotel, under the walls of which I became ill. The owner of the hotel, a smiling, affable middle-aged Indian naturally saved me. And when we got to know each other better and started talking, it turned out that my savior (who asked to call himself Mr. Keshin) is, if not an expert, then quite a knowledgeable person in regard to ancient knowledge, and in particular, the science of how to use gestures hands to master the art of managing the material world.

So, seemingly by accident, I first learned about the art of ancient Indian mudras. Although, as I now understand, nothing accidental happened on my way. Fate itself led me and prompted every step, and if I went in the wrong direction, it pushed me, not particularly on ceremony with me. What to do if there was no other way to lead me to my destiny, except to lead me through a whole series of trials and troubles.

Mr. Keshin, having learned about my misadventures in India, drew attention to my hands, and said that everything that had happened to me was natural. My hands, too tense, betray me as an anxious and restless person, and the habit of clenching my fists without the need speaks of my imbalance and hard-to-control aggressiveness. I do not hide, I was hurt by the phrase of my interlocutor that a person with such hands is able to lose not only money and things, but even himself.

But I did not become angry and offended - after all, these words were pronounced softly, moreover, sincere concern and a desire to help me were heard in the tone of Mr. Keshin's voice.

Then I learned from him that my energy meridians barely work. Since I was doing yoga, of course, I knew about the energy meridians. But with the self-confidence characteristic of me at that time, I was convinced that everything was in order with these very meridians. And then suddenly a real Hindu assures me of the opposite.

I was extremely moved by this conversation. I felt: here it is, the prophecy about my chosenness, is beginning to come true. I realized that I was on the right track. It is no coincidence that my path led me to India.

As a result, Mr. Keshin promised that he would introduce me to a real Teacher, an expert in yoga, and in particular in yoga of the fingers, as the ancient art of mudras is sometimes called.

And when I, having recovered from my illness, gained strength, Mr. Keshin and I set off.

We walked for a long time along the narrow streets flooded with hot sun, and then came to a small building, which turned out to be a Shiva temple, where there was a four-armed statue of this Hindu deity.

Mr. Keshin told me to look at the two lower arms of the statue, folded in special gestures. And I immediately felt the special energy inherent in these gestures. It was then that I realized for the first time in my life that gestures can carry information almost more than words.

When we left the temple, Keshin told me that it was Shiva who brought people secret knowledge - about how, with the help of hands, or rather, gestures, one can gain power over the material world.

- Power - not in the sense in which you Europeans understand, - Keshin specified. - For you, power is the ability to subjugate other people. We don't need it here in India. Why subordinate another, make him your slave, when you can be the master of matter itself? That is, at your own will, create for yourself everything that you need, without making immense efforts for this, either your own or others.

– And you can also create money out of thin air? I asked with a grin.

Teacher. The most important meeting

At first I thought that the priest of the Shiva temple, who was reciting mantras all the time that we were there, was the Master that Mr. Keshin was talking about. But everything turned out to be much more complicated and mysterious. The path to the Teacher, it turns out, has not yet begun. I still had trials along the way. After all, Keshin said that in order to meet the Teacher, I would have to go to the mountains, and alone! In unfamiliar mountains, overgrown with jungle.

How naive I was, thinking that Master lived somewhere nearby. In fact, he turned out to be a hermit living in the mountains. Keshin informed me that he never leaves his habitat. Therefore, there is only one way to meet the Teacher - to come to him, no matter what the cost.

This test, of course, also had a lot of meaning. Only those who really really need to meet the Teacher can go alone through the mountains, through the jungle. Whose intention to meet him is absolutely firm and adamant. Who is ready to achieve this meeting at all costs.

I was ready to find Master no matter what. I was already firmly convinced, and most importantly, my heart told me that I simply needed to meet him. And that I will not deviate from this intention.

Keshin told me in detail how to find the way, pointed out all the landmarks on the way. And the next morning I went on the route indicated to me.

I was ready for all the vicissitudes of the road. I was very determined. I made a promise to myself: I will not give up, I will not turn back, no matter what obstacles I meet along the way.

And, apparently, as a reward for my firm determination, the path did not present me with unpleasant surprises. It wasn't even very long. Already by noon of the same day, I went to the place where, according to all the signs, there should have been a hermit's dwelling.

But I didn't even have to look for him: the Teacher was sitting near one of the boulders, of which there were many on the vast plateau where my path ended, and seemed to be waiting for me.

He really was waiting for me!

I was immediately filled with reverence for this grey-haired, swarthy, thin man, whose age was betrayed only by gray hair. I carry this instant reverence and great reverence for the Teacher in my heart to this day.

He asked to be called simply Old Man, and I agreed, although it immediately seemed to me that this name did not suit him very well.

Of course, in fact, his name is different. But he has reasons not to give his real name. And I respectfully reacted to this desire of his.

Start. Ten days dedicated to the development of secret knowledge

My training began with the Old Man studying my palms for a long time and then lightly touching a few points on them. I immediately felt energy flowing in my hands. Hands seemed to come to life, waking up from a long hibernation. I began to literally feel every cell of my hands. They seemed to be endowed not only with special power, but also with consciousness.

I came to the Old Man every day for ten days, during which he taught me how to awaken the energy in my hands, then control this energy and, through the energy that is born in gestures - mudras, control the energies of the surrounding world. Each session lasted about three hours. This time flew by unnoticed. I was ready to go to him again and again, but one day the Old Man said that on this visit to India I would not come to him again. The first cycle of classes is over, and now it is time for me to return home and practice on my own.

I myself felt that it was time to return home. Yes, and continue to enjoy the hospitality of Keshin, who still unselfishly provided me with a table and shelter, I, too, could no longer.

Knowledge brings me money!

However, the Old Man told me more than once that this visit to India would not be my last.

Looking ahead, I will say that it happened. Since then, I began to travel to India every year and live there no longer for two weeks, but for two or three months, daily learning the mudras from the Old Man.

And at that moment, despite the completed course of study and the changes that I felt in myself (my anxiety disappeared, peace appeared, and a feeling of special energy in the body, and my hands no longer lived an unconscious life separate from me), I I still did not know where I could get money to even buy a train ticket.

I told Keshin about this, he looked at me in surprise. Then he said with restraint: “You already know the money wisdom.”

Money wise? During my training, the Old Man never once said those words. I took our classes with him rather as preparatory to mastering the energies of well-being. It didn't even occur to me that I could already own them.

But I could not go to him again - after all, he clearly told me that this meeting was the last. I had to think for myself. Secluded in the room that Keshin gave me, I began to remember everything that the Old Man had taught me. All the exercises for the hands, all the gestures, mudras that he showed me, I worked out many times every evening, and now it was not difficult for me to repeat everything. But I still couldn't figure out which of these gestures could help me get my money back.

I repeated again and again the mudras that the Old Man taught me, and listened to the sensations of my body. I began to understand that the gestures in which I fold my hands noticeably change the energy of my body. Then I felt how the energy of the surrounding space was changing. I caught these subtle changes, trying to understand what information they carry, what they mean, what effect they have on reality.

And I began to act at my own peril and risk, continuing to intensively practice precisely those mudras that, as it seemed to me, were supposed to help me.

The next morning I went out into the street - without knowing why. I no longer needed to go to the Old Man, I still had no money to return to Delhi. Just, as they say, the legs themselves suffered.

I came to the memorial cemetery, where the ceremony of honoring some saint at his grave was just finishing. People came out from behind the fence. Several women sitting on benches at a distance got up and also walked away.

On one bench, where the woman had just been sitting, some object remained. As I got closer, I saw that it was a wallet. An ordinary women's leather wallet, which I saw a lot in local shops.

Grabbing my wallet, I immediately rushed after the woman and shouted:

- Madam! You left!

An elderly Indian woman dressed in a sari turned around, her face briefly reflected in horror, which was immediately replaced by joy when I handed her the purse. She started to thank me, I mumbled something like “No thanks” and was about to leave, but she took out bills from her purse and began to stubbornly thrust me. I refused, but she did not lag behind, and I took it, rather out of politeness.

Automatically stuffing the money into my pocket, I went back to my hotel, to Keshin. And already there he discovered that he became the owner of nearly two thousand rupees.

And only then it dawned on me that my mudras worked! Money wise, how could I not understand this right away!

On the same day, I settled with Keshin, even though he refused to take money for food and shelter, saying that I was his guest. But in the end, he nevertheless agreed to a small amount, clearly giving me a solid discount.

Max Tal

36 wise for money and influence

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the copyright holders.

Introduction

The art of wise - special gestures, or positions of the fingers that can change reality - has long been a mystery in the East with seven seals. This art was passed from teacher to student, and according to legend, it was even believed that the one who reveals the secret to outsiders may die. And, of course, for a European over the past centuries it was unthinkable even to think to get at least a grain of this secret knowledge, to touch it at least with the edge of his mind.

I do not know why it so happened that it was I who became the European to whom knowledge was not only revealed, but who was honored to carry it further, introducing to the secrets of the East Europe so far from it before. Whether the times have changed so much or some other reasons were found for the secret knowledge to become apparent - but one way or another, the forces that control my fate led me straight to this secret. And we probably do not always need to know how and why our fate develops this way and not otherwise. We cannot comprehend this with the human mind, and it remains only to follow our destiny, for it is from the Almighty, and the Almighty knows better what is good for us and what is bad, and which way we should go for the best service to Him.

My Indian teacher blessed me to pass this knowledge on to you. And if this book is in your hands, then this knowledge is intended for you. In surprising, inscrutable ways, sometimes something comes to us that becomes the most important thing for us in life. Truth comes in amazing ways, and fate itself.

Knowledge didn't come easily to me. Before it became available to me, I lost everything I had and almost lost my life itself. Later I realized that this was the kind of test I needed then. If I didn’t cross this line, it’s unlikely that my brain, which was rather lazy and clumsy at that time, could be mobilized to master new knowledge, and even such an unusual one for a sober-minded and self-confident European.

I will try to tell as briefly as possible about my adventures, which, perhaps, could become the basis of a novel, or even more than one. But my task is not to entertain you, but to provide information that will help you correctly perceive the knowledge presented in the book: treat it with due respect and seriousness.

Words about my chosenness. Surprise and shock!

Many years ago, I was an ordinary student with very ordinary abilities. My life path seemed to be predetermined: having received an economic education, I was going to go into business, following in the footsteps of my father.

But one day a friend introduced me to his yoga teacher. And I suddenly became so interested in this occupation that I began to study, and quite seriously. Although my progress was modest, which I was aware of.

One day a stranger came to class and for some reason I wanted to like him. There was something special about him, a power. And I started trying my best. But, apparently, due to excessive effort, he could not perform even the simplest asanas.

When this man came up to me after class, I hung my head in my shoulders, expecting a devastatingly low grade. But instead, words that surprised me were spoken. I even doubted: did I misheard? “You have the mark of being chosen,” that is what this man told me. "And your hour will come."

It didn't take long for me to grasp the meaning of what was said. And when I got there, I was really shocked. I? Elected? What does it mean? And most importantly, what should I do next?

But there were no answers. It remains to be seen that they may still appear.

I later found out that this person was my yoga teacher's teacher. I remembered this meeting for a long time, but time passed, and nothing either in myself or in the world around me told me what my chosenness consisted of. And I began to pray that God would show me this.

When we seek answers to our questions, those answers come in one form or another. The answer to my question about what my chosenness consists of came to me in such a strange form that I didn’t even understand right away that this was the answer.

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36 wise for money and influence

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the copyright holders.

Introduction

The art of wise - special gestures, or positions of the fingers that can change reality - has long been a mystery in the East with seven seals. This art was passed from teacher to student, and according to legend, it was even believed that the one who reveals the secret to outsiders may die. And, of course, for a European over the past centuries it was unthinkable even to think to get at least a grain of this secret knowledge, to touch it at least with the edge of his mind.

I do not know why it so happened that it was I who became the European to whom knowledge was not only revealed, but who was honored to carry it further, introducing to the secrets of the East Europe so far from it before. Whether the times have changed so much or some other reasons were found for the secret knowledge to become apparent - but one way or another, the forces that control my fate led me straight to this secret. And we probably do not always need to know how and why our fate develops this way and not otherwise. We cannot comprehend this with the human mind, and it remains only to follow our destiny, for it is from the Almighty, and the Almighty knows better what is good for us and what is bad, and which way we should go for the best service to Him.

My Indian teacher blessed me to pass this knowledge on to you. And if this book is in your hands, then this knowledge is intended for you. In surprising, inscrutable ways, sometimes something comes to us that becomes the most important thing for us in life. Truth comes in amazing ways, and fate itself.

Knowledge didn't come easily to me. Before it became available to me, I lost everything I had and almost lost my life itself. Later I realized that this was the kind of test I needed then. If I didn’t cross this line, it’s unlikely that my brain, which was rather lazy and clumsy at that time, could be mobilized to master new knowledge, and even such an unusual one for a sober-minded and self-confident European.

I will try to tell as briefly as possible about my adventures, which, perhaps, could become the basis of a novel, or even more than one. But my task is not to entertain you, but to provide information that will help you correctly perceive the knowledge presented in the book: treat it with due respect and seriousness.

Words about my chosenness. Surprise and shock!

Many years ago, I was an ordinary student with very ordinary abilities. My life path seemed to be predetermined: having received an economic education, I was going to go into business, following in the footsteps of my father.

But one day a friend introduced me to his yoga teacher. And I suddenly became so interested in this occupation that I began to study, and quite seriously. Although my progress was modest, which I was aware of.

One day a stranger came to class and for some reason I wanted to like him. There was something special about him, a power. And I started trying my best. But, apparently, due to excessive effort, he could not perform even the simplest asanas.

When this man came up to me after class, I hung my head in my shoulders, expecting a devastatingly low grade. But instead, words that surprised me were spoken. I even doubted: did I misheard? “You have the mark of being chosen,” that is what this man told me. "And your hour will come."

It didn't take long for me to grasp the meaning of what was said. And when I got there, I was really shocked. I? Elected? What does it mean? And most importantly, what should I do next?

But there were no answers. It remains to be seen that they may still appear.

I later found out that this person was my yoga teacher's teacher. I remembered this meeting for a long time, but time passed, and nothing either in myself or in the world around me told me what my chosenness consisted of. And I began to pray that God would show me this.

When we seek answers to our questions, those answers come in one form or another. The answer to my question about what my chosenness consists of came to me in such a strange form that I didn’t even understand right away that this was the answer.

Poor old man. Strange meeting and strange conversation

“You must listen to me. After all, I also once had the seal of being chosen ... like you.

I started. Who is this person? How, how does he know?.. Of course, I carefully listened to everything the old man told me.

And he said that I should immediately drop everything and go to India - unless I want to repeat his fate, becoming the same beggar tramp.

Turns out he wasn't always like this! On the contrary, once it was a rich, prosperous person, the heir to a huge capital. And once he, like me, heard that he had the seal of being chosen and that his mission was to go to India and get special knowledge there that would help many people. But in his youth he neglected this advice received from a wise man, and did not go anywhere.

Soon his family went bankrupt, and no matter how he tried to improve things, nothing came of it. As a result, he lost everything, and even the roof over his head.

For several days I walked around under the impression of this meeting, but then I decided that the speeches of a half-mad old man could hardly be trusted. And a trip to India was not included in my immediate plans.

And so, when I had already begun to forget what had happened, the extraordinary circumstances of my life reminded me of the words of the old man.

Serious trouble in my family. My way is to India

My father's business failed. For me it was like a bolt from the blue. It turned out that things had not been going very well for a long time, but my parents hid this from me, until the last moment hoping to rectify the situation. However, bankruptcy could not be avoided. We ended up in huge debts, so we even had to mortgage the house. On this basis, the father fell ill with a heart attack.

In such a situation, I could not continue my studies at the university. I had to look for some kind of job.

For several days I walked around like a restless person, trying to get used to this new reality, and then, unexpectedly for myself, I quickly packed up and went to India - completely without understanding what I would do there.

I will not go into the details of this trip - I will only say that after a long flight with transfers, flight delays and an overnight stay at the airport, I arrived in Delhi already quite tired and sleepy and, having barely reached a simple hotel with a very ascetic atmosphere, I immediately collapsed into a bunk and fell into a dead sleep. When I woke up, I began to think what to do next. I didn't have any travel plans. And I decided to start by going to Rishikesh, a city that I have heard a lot about as the yoga capital of the world.

But there was no train going to Rishikesh, but there was another one going to the city nearby, twenty kilometers away.

I decided that I would somehow overcome this distance, and without hesitation got into the car.

The path is seriously testing me

And then I made a mistake - I did not fasten my luggage to a special ring under the seat, as other passengers did. As a result, before I had time to doze off, my backpack and the trace caught a cold - a nimble thief was operating on the railway, and maybe more than one.

And I naively hoped that with the arrival in India all the troubles would vanish like smoke. How I scolded myself for my childhood faith in fairy tales! Trouble seemed to take on a new dimension.

I got off at the terminal station without money and documents and in a state close to despair. My legs themselves brought me to the bazaar, apparently because the body had long demanded food and water, and I had nothing and nothing to satisfy my hunger and thirst. I must have looked hungry and unhappy, besides, I could not explain anything because of my lack of knowledge of the language, and local merchants, taking pity on me, began to give me some kind of rotten fruits and vegetables. Either from hunger and thirst, or simply because of nervousness, I ate all this greedily, forgetting that nowhere, but in India especially, in no case should you eat vegetables and fruits unwashed.

Not surprisingly, very soon I felt all the symptoms of acute poisoning. I barely reached a building, sat down on the ground, leaning against its wall, and, apparently, lost consciousness, because I remember the rest very vaguely. I was feverish and delirious, my condition was critical, but miraculously help came to me.

My savior and first guide on the path to knowledge

Not realizing how much time had passed, I woke up in some cozy room. It turned out to be a small hotel, under the walls of which I became ill. The owner of the hotel, a smiling, affable middle-aged Indian naturally saved me. And when we got to know each other better and started talking, it turned out that my savior (who asked to call himself Mr. Keshin) is, if not an expert, then quite a knowledgeable person in regard to ancient knowledge, and in particular, the science of how to use gestures hands to master the art of managing the material world.

So, seemingly by accident, I first learned about the art of ancient Indian mudras. Although, as I now understand, nothing accidental happened on my way. Fate itself led me and prompted every step, and if I went in the wrong direction, it pushed me, not particularly on ceremony with me. What to do if there was no other way to lead me to my destiny, except to lead me through a whole series of trials and troubles.

Mr. Keshin, having learned about my misadventures in India, drew attention to my hands, and said that everything that had happened to me was natural. My hands, too tense, betray me as an anxious and restless person, and the habit of clenching my fists without the need speaks of my imbalance and hard-to-control aggressiveness. I do not hide, I was hurt by the phrase of my interlocutor that a person with such hands is able to lose not only money and things, but even himself.

But I did not become angry and offended - after all, these words were pronounced softly, moreover, sincere concern and a desire to help me were heard in the tone of Mr. Keshin's voice.

Then I learned from him that my energy meridians barely work. Since I was doing yoga, of course, I knew about the energy meridians. But with the self-confidence characteristic of me at that time, I was convinced that everything was in order with these very meridians. And then suddenly a real Hindu assures me of the opposite.

I was extremely moved by this conversation. I felt: here it is, the prophecy about my chosenness, is beginning to come true. I realized that I was on the right track. It is no coincidence that my path led me to India.

As a result, Mr. Keshin promised that he would introduce me to a real Teacher, an expert in yoga, and in particular in yoga of the fingers, as the ancient art of mudras is sometimes called.

And when I, having recovered from my illness, gained strength, Mr. Keshin and I set off.

We walked for a long time along the narrow streets flooded with hot sun, and then came to a small building, which turned out to be a Shiva temple, where there was a four-armed statue of this Hindu deity.

Mr. Keshin told me to look at the two lower arms of the statue, folded in special gestures. And I immediately felt the special energy inherent in these gestures. It was then that I realized for the first time in my life that gestures can carry information almost more than words.

When we left the temple, Keshin told me that it was Shiva who brought people secret knowledge - about how, with the help of hands, or rather, gestures, one can gain power over the material world.

- Power - not in the sense in which you Europeans understand, - Keshin specified. - For you, power is the ability to subjugate other people. We don't need it here in India. Why subordinate another, make him your slave, when you can be the master of matter itself? That is, at your own will, create for yourself everything that you need, without making immense efforts for this, either your own or others.

– And you can also create money out of thin air? I asked with a grin.

Teacher. The most important meeting

At first I thought that the priest of the Shiva temple, who was reciting mantras all the time that we were there, was the Master that Mr. Keshin was talking about. But everything turned out to be much more complicated and mysterious. The path to the Teacher, it turns out, has not yet begun. I still had trials along the way. After all, Keshin said that in order to meet the Teacher, I would have to go to the mountains, and alone! In unfamiliar mountains, overgrown with jungle.

How naive I was, thinking that Master lived somewhere nearby. In fact, he turned out to be a hermit living in the mountains. Keshin informed me that he never leaves his habitat. Therefore, there is only one way to meet the Teacher - to come to him, no matter what the cost.

This test, of course, also had a lot of meaning. Only those who really really need to meet the Teacher can go alone through the mountains, through the jungle. Whose intention to meet him is absolutely firm and adamant. Who is ready to achieve this meeting at all costs.

I was ready to find Master no matter what. I was already firmly convinced, and most importantly, my heart told me that I simply needed to meet him. And that I will not deviate from this intention.

Keshin told me in detail how to find the way, pointed out all the landmarks on the way. And the next morning I went on the route indicated to me.

I was ready for all the vicissitudes of the road. I was very determined. I made a promise to myself: I will not give up, I will not turn back, no matter what obstacles I meet along the way.

And, apparently, as a reward for my firm determination, the path did not present me with unpleasant surprises. It wasn't even very long. Already by noon of the same day, I went to the place where, according to all the signs, there should have been a hermit's dwelling.

But I didn't even have to look for him: the Teacher was sitting near one of the boulders, of which there were many on the vast plateau where my path ended, and seemed to be waiting for me.

He really was waiting for me!

I was immediately filled with reverence for this grey-haired, swarthy, thin man, whose age was betrayed only by gray hair. I carry this instant reverence and great reverence for the Teacher in my heart to this day.

He asked to be called simply Old Man, and I agreed, although it immediately seemed to me that this name did not suit him very well.

Of course, in fact, his name is different. But he has reasons not to give his real name. And I respectfully reacted to this desire of his.

Start. Ten days dedicated to the development of secret knowledge

My training began with the Old Man studying my palms for a long time and then lightly touching a few points on them. I immediately felt energy flowing in my hands. Hands seemed to come to life, waking up from a long hibernation. I began to literally feel every cell of my hands. They seemed to be endowed not only with special power, but also with consciousness.

I came to the Old Man every day for ten days, during which he taught me how to awaken the energy in my hands, then control this energy and, through the energy that is born in gestures - mudras, control the energies of the surrounding world. Each session lasted about three hours. This time flew by unnoticed. I was ready to go to him again and again, but one day the Old Man said that on this visit to India I would not come to him again. The first cycle of classes is over, and now it is time for me to return home and practice on my own.

I myself felt that it was time to return home. Yes, and continue to enjoy the hospitality of Keshin, who still unselfishly provided me with a table and shelter, I, too, could no longer.

Knowledge brings me money!

However, the Old Man told me more than once that this visit to India would not be my last.

Looking ahead, I will say that it happened. Since then, I began to travel to India every year and live there no longer for two weeks, but for two or three months, daily learning the mudras from the Old Man.

And at that moment, despite the completed course of study and the changes that I felt in myself (my anxiety disappeared, peace appeared, and a feeling of special energy in the body, and my hands no longer lived an unconscious life separate from me), I I still did not know where I could get money to even buy a train ticket.

I told Keshin about this, he looked at me in surprise. Then he said with restraint: “You already know the money wisdom.”

Money wise? During my training, the Old Man never once said those words. I took our classes with him rather as preparatory to mastering the energies of well-being. It didn't even occur to me that I could already own them.

But I could not go to him again - after all, he clearly told me that this meeting was the last. I had to think for myself. Secluded in the room that Keshin gave me, I began to remember everything that the Old Man had taught me. All the exercises for the hands, all the gestures, mudras that he showed me, I worked out many times every evening, and now it was not difficult for me to repeat everything. But I still couldn't figure out which of these gestures could help me get my money back.

I repeated again and again the mudras that the Old Man taught me, and listened to the sensations of my body. I began to understand that the gestures in which I fold my hands noticeably change the energy of my body. Then I felt how the energy of the surrounding space was changing. I caught these subtle changes, trying to understand what information they carry, what they mean, what effect they have on reality.

And I began to act at my own peril and risk, continuing to intensively practice precisely those mudras that, as it seemed to me, were supposed to help me.

The next morning I went out into the street - without knowing why. I no longer needed to go to the Old Man, I still had no money to return to Delhi. Just, as they say, the legs themselves suffered.

I came to the memorial cemetery, where the ceremony of honoring some saint at his grave was just finishing. People came out from behind the fence. Several women sitting on benches at a distance got up and also walked away.

On one bench, where the woman had just been sitting, some object remained. As I got closer, I saw that it was a wallet. An ordinary women's leather wallet, which I saw a lot in local shops.

Grabbing my wallet, I immediately rushed after the woman and shouted:

- Madam! You left!

An elderly Indian woman dressed in a sari turned around, her face briefly reflected in horror, which was immediately replaced by joy when I handed her the purse. She started to thank me, I mumbled something like “No thanks” and was about to leave, but she took out bills from her purse and began to stubbornly thrust me. I refused, but she did not lag behind, and I took it, rather out of politeness.

Automatically stuffing the money into my pocket, I went back to my hotel, to Keshin. And already there he discovered that he became the owner of nearly two thousand rupees.

And only then it dawned on me that my mudras worked! Money wise, how could I not understand this right away!

On the same day, I settled with Keshin, even though he refused to take money for food and shelter, saying that I was his guest. But in the end, he nevertheless agreed to a small amount, clearly giving me a solid discount.