I have already known that I would miss the following meeting. My trip to Hungary, the pre-war Hungary, was planned and it could not be cancelled. I was aware that he would be displeased if I simply did not come. So I sent him an apologetic letter in which I explained why I would not come to the forthcoming seance, wished him every success and promised to be without fail at the next seance before the TV screen.
The trip to the Hungary.
I did not watch either the seance itself or the repeated show, - these seances were not shown by the Hyngarian television. But what I did feel during this trip!
In a train. I am slumbering. The border-guards: " Please, show us your passports". Still in a somnolent state, I find and reach out passports to them. And this very moment I feel His presence in the train car, in the sleeping compartment, among us. I only half-see him but feel his presence so much! No, no – it is not a dream! All the time he had been going with us as a penumbra. No one sees him. Sometimes I see him but more often I sense him. And during the whole trip he did not leave me. That was the time between the last two TV seances. Control over my thoughts, feelings, actions.
I looked forward to this meeting. Either did he, as it seemed to me. When the TV channel meeting began, it became difficult to stay in the room where the TV set was standing – the whole space of the room was "vibrating". I attempted to restore myself to a balanced state. I entered the room, greeted him. The meeting went on . . .
He says from the TV screen: "Some of you have visited a socialist country by this time . . ." At that time some foreigners were shown. They watched TV meetings in their own countries. They said warm words about the seances and their results.
"But you know that these TV meeting had not been shown in Belgrad! I could not watch them!"
He said that the people responded in different ways to these seances. How did Konstantin respond this time?
He was sitting and watching quietly the TV broadcast. Suddenly he jumped up, went to a wardrobe and began to get out his clothes that we had brought from our trip. He examined the clothes, especially those I liked most, as if he wanted to show them to the audience so that everybody could see them well.
I asked him: "What's the matter with you?"
And he answered: "I cannot spot myself – that is my response!"
It is of interest to note that later, when short meetings were shown during a football match break, He had on a pullover, which looked very much like that shown by Konstantin, and exactly that which I loved most of all.
I was disturbed by the question: how did he regard my relatives? And he answered my question by selecting their "doubles" and demonstrating on them the way he regarded them and, thus, my relatives.
At the last meeting he said that the seances were not to be continued long, that they would soon finish.
I could not judge whether these TV meetings should be finished or not, but I did not want our meetings to end. And I decided like this: I could suppose that, if he wanted, he might find out data concerning me by himself, without me, but I considered I was to give it myself and, thus, "approve" of continuation of our meetings. I have a board with magnetic letters and figures in my home. By these letters and figures I formed my telephone number and my name on the board. When the seance was on, I caught a moment to show this board. And I asked him to certify the acceptance of this information. He answered: "The data on you and from you is accepted". The seance is going on . . .
He says: "The decision is taken" and then realizes that I do not respond. And I actually did not respond because before this he spoke not only to me and I was carried away by the conversation. He went on explaining why I did not respond as if answering to himself: "You simply did not yet catch the meaning of these words and did not understand what had happened". This phrase "the decision is taken" was still ringing in my head and could not find appropriate place in it. I just repeated it. I was eager to hear it but could not believe that tales sometimes came into true!
And suddenly I caught it!
My soul is rejoicing. I continued to repeat it, but this time it had another meaning, as if it were a favourite music that never bothered. I had another chance of testing myself and, what is most important, of listening to it once again. I saw the taped broadcast that was usually shown next morning.
Yes ! Yes! Yes! I was flying!