Journalist "KP" recalls personal encounters with the famous master of "mind-reading" tricks of which is still called a miracle
November 8, 1974 passed away on the famous master of "psychological experiments" and "mind-reading" tricks of which is still called a miracle. Or maybe he still was a real magician?
The dispute between the gift Messing enthusiastic admirers and critics still do not cease. Some say that he was a great magician. Other — what a brilliant con artist.
But one man knew the artist very well for a decade and a half. This is our former colleague Vadim Chernov. He worked in 1960 in the department of science "Komsomolskaya Pravda". Then he went to his home to Stavropol. Some of his memories we published in "KP" on 11.09.2009 110th anniversary of the birth of Messing . He promised to continue the story, but did not — he died. But left in his two-volume memoir, "The day my — my age. Selected works. Stories, essays, articles "(Stavropol, nonprofit literary fund" Word and Deed "). Books gave me his sister Svetlana.
…"You describe me as a person" — once asked Messing Chernoff. He fulfilled the request. Here are some interesting facts from the biography of a celebrity.
About the experience PROFESSOR ABEL
In 16 years, Messing was in Berlin and worked part time there messenger. One day, he was sent with the package in the suburbs. On the way, the guy lost his mind. This is how he told Wolf G.:
— It was a hungry fainted, because I lived poorly. I was taken to the hospital. Pulse and not breathing. The body is cold. And brought me to the morgue. Could easily buried in a common grave. But a student noticed that my heart was still beating. Said about me, Professor of Psychiatry Abel. And he saw that I was in a state of lethargy, which was caused by hunger, including trauma. Abel brought me to consciousness, and began to put me on their experiences. He assured me that I can manage my body the way I want, I'm very suggestible. That's what put me on the experiences of Abel.
He usually gave me mentally different orders, and I was doing everything. For example, in the stove hidden coins. I had to find them, get out of the stove, but not through the door and knocking hammer brick or tile in the wall. I have all easily worked. After Abel I started making money with their abilities evolved. I've got a manager Tselmeyster. Then he sold me into a freak show, where I worked … dead. He came to work, went to a glass coffin and brought himself into cataleptic state for exactly three days. Outwardly, I was no different from the deceased. No one even noticed, as I'm breathing. Training I gained much.
About his training Messing said the following:
— In four days of free (the ones that did not lie in a coffin), I went to Berlin bazaars. Along the shelves were a peasant from the neighboring villages. Buyers were rare, and in anticipation of their many sat, thinking about her. I walked by and in turn, if the successor vernier including all new station "listens" simple unhurried thoughts German farmers on the farm, an abandoned house, the fate of the daughter, who failed marriage, the prices of products that are stubbornly rising. But I had to not only "hear" the thoughts, but also to check how well my perception. In cases of doubt, I approached the counter and said, gazing soulfully into the eyes:
— Do not worry. My daughter will not forget the milk of cows and pigs to feed. Although she is a little more from you, but strong and mentally alert.
Stunned splash hands, exclamations of surprise to convince me that I was not mistaken.
These workouts I was doing more than two years. Abel taught me another art — the ability to turn off the power of the will of this or that painful sensation.
He predicted me my future life, focused on turning the years. I'll tell you one thing, in many ways he was right. I strongly sunk one of his strange assertion that it is not very hard to do when he did not know the interlocutor. It turned out that the man was to be as transparent Messing in the early hours of love, and then, as a clairvoyant complained, "all for me nebula, is shaky, and I confuse the past with the present, I start to get lost."
ABOUT THE GREAT
The first to feel his great gift was a Jewish writer Sholom Aleichem.
— He was passing through our village Gora Kalwaria — recalled messing. — And I, 9-year-old, was brought to him. He patted me on the cheek and said that I had a great future that I once acquainted with great people. And so it happened.
— And who of the greats made a greater impression on you?
— Yes, no, — he said indifferently. — Stalin was a good hypnotist, as did Hitler. In Einstein had a lot of books, they are, as I remember, I went and flipped through Sigmund Freud — a strict and boring master. Einstein was more simple, homely person. Mental orders me Freud did, and I have them all executed. For example, I had to take a pair of tweezers on the dressing table, walk up to Einstein and vyschipnut of three hairs of his mustache. In general, Frehley has taught me self-suggestion and concentration. And who of the great treasure most? Nosradamusa and Cagliostro. They could at least mine.
Once thought of messing curious episode:
— We were driving down the highway and suddenly my companions said: 'There is a car in front. You can send the mental order the driver to stop so he pillar? "I took up the matter, and that car stopped. The driver went around a few minutes post, looked at the engine, kick the tires hit … in general, he went only when I let him go.
Or else. In Riga, he rode through the streets in a car with a blindfold. This was the experience of artist recalled with humor, laughing:
— I was once a very demanding impresario Mr. Kobak. All the time he demanded of me in the diversity of experience to draw people's ideas and more for me to make. We arrived in Latvia. That was in 1924. Kobak says: "Surprise Riga in advertising!" I propose to tie my eyes and put behind the wheel of a car, which I never as a driver did not drive.
— And did you go?
— Yes, in all Riga blindfolded. Thousands of people have seen it. I will say that for me it was not very difficult. After all, in the back seat was an experienced driver who mentally ran my hands and feet …
With his wife — sweet and thorough Aida Mihajlovnoj — he lived for 16 years. Admitted in his biography: "The years lived with her, the happiest of my life." There's also remembered how her acquaintance:
"In 1944 in Novosibirsk after a session of psychological experiments, I was approached by a young woman.
— I think the foreword to your speech should be read in another way …
— Well, — I said, — you try to read it. Following my presentation in two days. You will be able to prepare?
She agreed. The day before I met her again. I liked her style of reading.
— And you have a long dress for a performance?
— No, I think I should wear a dark business suit. It is more suitable for sessions of your experiences. "
At 45 years old, mature man, Messing met their happiness. At sixty, he had lost his wife died. Again became lonely as ever.
One day I came home to Messing to invite him to our editorial office of "Komsomolskaya Pravda". But a little late, he was very angry: not tolerate not punctual. Go to the editor refused, but left me to dinner. During the meal, the host suddenly went into the next room. And because of the door, I suddenly heard the swear words that do not run the risk of transfer. I experienced almost a shock. I even thought that the mat is addressed to me. The owner seems to have found a quiet place in the apartment and there … is dead! "Compleat psychopath, not clairvoyant — that's who he is" — more often I thought as long as it felt the closer, look intently Messing.
— You're wasting it, a young man — suddenly said to me, Wolf G. and asked his wife, "Bring it."
Aida M. returned with a large cage in which sat a large parrot. He began to swear, he knew, perhaps, one hundred words.
After a few years of messing writes in his autobiography: "I did not do in the life of any dishonest step." And it was so. He could be moody and self-willed. Loved and understood the joke. Could perplex man reading his thoughts before that. It happened to me at this dinner. Or maybe it's a rare understanding of the inner state of a person?
ABOUT THE CRITICS
Many scholars have doubted the magical abilities Messing. To this he took offense:
— The strange thing is I have been working for decades clean and in front of hundreds of people, surely read their thoughts, predict what happens then necessarily. And I think, at best, just an artist, talking about some subtle muscle movements, which I so cleverly follow. I do not like lies and claim that telepathy is quite materialistic. It just has not been studied, largely compromised its various charlatans. It's not in any of my senses sharpened. I just hear the thoughts of other people, but not all the same.
…Rights was probably a psychotherapist Alexander Dovzhenko, who in 1983 told me in Feodosia:
— Messing was a genius
, great hypnotist and was able to almost everything. And what a pity that he squandered his abilities, sprayed on the stage, making fun and surprising people, instead of helping them, to treat them.