The Psy Attack between Science and Magic

By Ovidiu Dragos Argesanu

Magic began to be practiced in politics, sports, business, medicine, the army and espionage. There is almost no field in which esoteric knowledge has no applications. To what extent is this information true, what are the basic principles of their action, how is it applied in everyday life, in alternative therapies? This is the purpose of this paper to discuss, as a concretization of the author's many years of experience, during which he studied Orthodoxy, martial arts, Reiki and the magic of the Romanian people.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ovidiu Dragos Argesanu
• Release date: Nov 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005036539

Ovidiu Dragos Argesanu

M-am nascut pe data de 8 dec 1968 la Belgrad, in Serbia. Tatal meu era diplomat si fusese detasat cu familia la ambasada romana din orasul meu natal. Mama a fost economist iar tatal spion, asa ca am mostenit dorinta de a afla de la unul si inclinatia spre stiintele exacte de la celalalt.Nu am avut tangente in copilarie cu biserica, nici cu paranormalul, singura mea experienta ezoterica fiind descantecul pe fire de par de lup facut de o bunica prin alianta cu ocazia unei sperireturi cauzate de pasirea peste un sarpe.Primii ani de liceu i-am facut la Liceul de matematica si fizica nr.4 de pe platforma de fizica atomica de la Magurele. Ultimii la Liceul Matei Basarab din Bucuresti, tot sectia de matematica fizica.Am intrat la facultatea de constructii din Timisoara, unde am facut primii doi ani.In studentie am continuat calea artelor martiale. La inceput judo, apoi karate shotokan, jet kune do, wu shu, box.Am inceput sa studiez Biblia multumita unui pastor penticostal si am mers impreuna cu alti studenti crestini la adunarile baptiste sau adventiste.Am decoperit medicina in 1989, cand am avut ocazia sa paticip la cursurile Facultatii de Medicina din Timisoara. Am renuntat la constructii si am inceput Facultatea de Medicina Athenaeum din Bucuresti. Studiile medicale le-am terminat la Facultatea de Medicina Vasile Goldis din Arad.In timpul perioadei ca student medicinist din Bucuresti, impreuna cu un grup de studenti din asociata studentilor crestini din Timisoara am ajuns la parintele Argatu de la manastirea Cernica. Era recunoscut ca exorcist. Marturisesc, nu vazusem niciodata o exorcizare, nici macar in filme la acea data, asa ca am crezut sincer ca este un teatru ieftin. Experientele traite in acea perioada se regasesc in romanul "Devenirea", aparut in anul 2000.Timp de 5 ani am mers regulat in preajma parintelui Argatu, pana am inteles ce se intampla si mi-am luat cunostintele necesare exorcizarilor.Dupa facultate am facut psihoterapie-psihanaliza, ca sa inteleg punctul de vedere al medicinii alopate asupra bolii psihice. Apoi am descoperit diferite forme de terapie si cai spirituale, cum ar fi Reiki, Karuna Reiki si alte sisteme. Am urmat cursuri de radiestezie si de chi kung, pentru a-mi imbunatati perceptia despre lume si viata."Atacul PSI", a doua dintre cartile mele, am inceput prin a o scrie ca si lucrare de doctorat. Din pacate sau mai degraba din fericire, profesorul care mi-o acceptase dupa un timp, m-a anuntat ca nu ma mai poate coordona in acest demers al meu, intrucat titlul lucrarii mele sperie.Atunci am decis sa o public. Am semnat contractul cu o renumita editura din tara, care insa mi-a publicat-o dupa un an si jumatate.Dupa aparitia cartii, care se ocupa mult de magie, de efectul ei asupra oamenilor, din punct de vedere stiintific, psihic, medical si spiritual, am inceput sa fiu cautat de tot mai multi oameni. Drept urmare, experienta mea s-a imbunatatit. Concluziile desprinse din relatiile cu pacientii le-am publicat, in continuare, in "Arta Razboiului PSI" si "Arta Razboiului PSI – Protectia".De fapt, fiecare carte este o consecinta fireasca a studiilor mele in ceea ce priveste contactul cu oamenii, problemele lor, boala, magia si viata. Fiecare carte reprezinta o etapa din viata mea, crezul meu la acel moment, intrebarile si raspunsurile mele.Daca cred ca merita citite cartile mele? Categoric da. De catre cine? De catre oricine este preocupat sa inteleaga ca este ceva dincolo, ce este dincolo, pentru ca pana la urma pasii mei in lumea spiritului sunt pasii fiecarui om. Si fiecare isi va ragasi din trairile lui in cartile mele.

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1. Argument

I have never thought I will encounter so many obstacles in writing this book. I was convinced that everybody wanted to learn as much as possible, to understand the world, life and eventually themselves. Nevertheless, I have discovered that today complacency, untruth and non-value are highly appreciated, to the detriment of what I consider beautiful, good and true. I wish I were wrong when I say the world we live in is ugly, people are mean and a new kind of madness reigns over them, that of enslaving their fellow creatures mentally, in order to satisfy their own pleasures and thirst for power.

What was more frustrating was that the people I expected to support me more proved evasive, discouraging and concerned about my project for various reasons: I would cause people to take up magic, I wrote about secrets that threatened national security (!), the world was not ready to learn truths reserved for a few individuals strictly selected from among the initiates, such as priests, psychiatrists, psychotherapists or dowsers. I was disappointed when one of my friends opened my eyes, proving to me that we humans do not like the truth; we run away from it, we surround ourselves with all kinds of defense mechanisms, so that it won’t reach us. In my opinion, what makes us like this is our own pettiness. Since we cannot be perfect, we boast about our flaws, badmouthing anyone who is different from us.

To be honest, I can’t take all the credit for writing this book. Life has also wisely kicked me in the behind, telling me I should decide to be a little different. Saying you believe in something and actually proving it are two different things. To believe is just a figure of speech. True belief comes with knowledge. If you believe that on Pentecost Day the disciples were simply told everything they had to do, you are wrong. They learnt a lot not only while they were with Jesus, but also after He was no longer on Earth.

One of Dostoevsky’s characters said that if he were to discover that Jesus and the Truth are not one and the same, he would stay with Jesus. I may be wrong, but I disagree with this. I love truth above all, no matter how ugly or cruel it may be. I am not glad I am like that, but it must be the price I pay for the legacy left to me by my parents: an odd mixture of a spy’s paranoia and an economist’s meticulousness, which often won’t let me find my peace until I have discovered the right answer to a question.

A psychiatrist once asked me if I was a spy. At first, I was speechless, but then I realized in a way she was right to ask that. I had accessed several systems – medicine, religion, diplomacy, the underworld – by the back door. I poked around and when I had learnt everything that interested me I left. At first, I felt guilty, but only a little. Maybe it was because not being part of those systems I felt like a fifth wheel, or because discovering how they worked was like disclosing their secrets; I can’t put my finger on it. However, I was worried and blamed myself for not being able to adhere to any of those systems. I only stopped worrying when I had realized the people who could not fit in were of three kinds: individuals with mental and emotional disorders, the antisocials and, the worst category, people like me, who tried to change the systems into what they thought was best.

I may not be able to eradicate a disease, but I do possess a little of that gift which allows me to discover what is wrong within a system and to propose remedies, acting according to the principle Man proposes, God disposes.

The recent book-publishing boom has suddenly granted everyone free access to mysteries once known only by initiates. This is not a bad thing in itself. The problem arises when esoteric knowledge is used to destroy people, to violate their right to make their own decisions, to manipulate them. We live in times when any individual can be influenced by suggestions, fake beliefs, negative transfers and projections or magic.

The written press, the television, our own relatives, friends or patients assault us with news about our destiny. We are told what to do and what not to do, what the stars, cards or cowries have in store for us. Magic is practiced in politics, sports, business, medicine, the army and espionage. Esoteric knowledge is applied in almost all areas, but the approach is often aggressive, turned against the previous speaker, who is most often unaware of it. I understand why some people may find this book a threat.

To what extent the different types of psy attacks are true, what principles underlie them, how they are counteracted by tradition or alternative therapies – these are some of the subjects I deal with in this book, based on my 18 years of experience in Orthodoxy, martial arts, Reiki and Romanian magic.

There is, of course, a lot to be said about these subjects. However, I shall deal only with the principles, because the temptation to carry out a psy attack is great. Knowledge is power, but power corrupts. I will leave it to my readers to decide what to do with their knowledge, but I feel compelled to warn them that at a certain point we will all account for what we say, do or think. I can only agree with Rabbi Shimon, who said, Woe if I reveal and woe if I do not reveal.¹

I know we are prone to error even when we mean well. Therefore, I will speak from my own experience, considering it from both the esoteric and the exoteric point of view. I am firmly convinced that science and religion are two paths leading to the same goal: the emancipation of humankind through the knowledge of truth. Currently, science has developed enough to allow the explanation of mystical knowledge hidden behind mysteries.

I do not believe that by debunking or supporting the mysteries of Orthodoxy one diminishes its merits in any way, nor does one amplify its flaws. If the tone I am about to use will seem accusing, despising, full of admiration or patronizing, it is only because I want to position myself on the other side, whether it is the good or the evil one. I like balance, but only opposition leads to evolution and knowledge. The reason I put myself in opposition to anyone is that in this way we can both learn. I apologize to my fellow doctors, to my professors and the Orthodox priests and bishops whose efforts and commitment to faith I admire.

How did I end up writing this book? It was a tortuous process, because I hadn’t made up my mind to write it myself. After a while, I understood why. It was because I had wanted to escape the responsibility of publishing it, having already had the experience of my first book, with which I had made waves in the medical and Orthodox world.

I remember that the first time Lobsang Rampa’s book The Third Eye became known in Romania as a photocopy in French, it was recommended that you read it in parallel with the Bible, so that you would not go crazy. I think that was good, because in the East people are born and raised with information about the spirit that is taboo in the West, such as reincarnation, the spirit’s phases after death, astral journeys and out-of-body experiences, using light in therapy etc.

It might sound shocking, but Christianity would never have stood a chance of developing in Eastern cultures. For Buddhists, the Resurrection is not a miracle; Jesus’s miracles are not miracles. Leaving their body or stopping their heart is a piece of cake for Tibetan lamas and real yogis. Levitation is common in their spiritual world; so is walking on water. At most, they would have wondered how He had done His miracles, but they would not have worshipped Him. They would have considered Him a brilliant mind, they would have respected and followed Him, but under no circumstances would they have gone so far as people did in the West. And I think they would have been closer to His desire to lift man up to God than we are today, when systems (Christian churches) have interposed between man and God, keeping us farther away from Him than in Moses’s time. I have bad news for those who still believe in the Resurrection: there is no Resurrection! Because there is no death. We are eternal. We were created before the world, before matter, before time and planets. Consequently, we cannot disappear into nothingness. Inside or outside our bodies, alive or dead, we exist. The purpose of the Resurrection was to convince the Jews that there was life after death! That Abraham’s God was the god of the living that spirits continued to exist even in death.

It is obvious that Jesus returned to His body, since He ate with his disciples. If a caterpillar turns into a pupa and becomes a butterfly, can we say that the caterpillar died? I do not want to minimize our Saviour’s merits; on the contrary, I want to rediscover the true meaning of His coming, a meaning that was lost or hidden over time. I could never have done what He did. I am a combatant. What He offered us was access to Light, Love and Forgiveness, which we receive when we are baptized or ordained or during other church rituals. He gave us the possibility to rise back to Heaven through Him. I used to wonder why He had had to die on the cross, why he had not been hanged, lapidated, skinned or killed in other ways. Then I realized that the sign of the cross also appears in the Old Testament as Archangel Michael’s symbol, which does not allow evil to cross certain limits. Once adopted, the symbol of the cross can help you open the door to Light, as it is through the cross that you join the angels, parting from your former demonic condition. I do not believe that the cross is the only positive symbol; there are other archangels, each with their own symbol.

To return to this book, I confess that what I wanted to write was an encyclopedia about man that should also include elements of biofields, psychology, mental illness and means of therapy. To this end, I decided to ask for help from a professor for whom I had the utmost respect, although our relationship had been shaky in the past. I was determined that we should search together for a way to reconcile psychological and psychiatric information with esoteric information. The Professor had offered me the opportunity to put everything I had learnt in monasteries into practice, so I hoped to obtain his approval. I wanted to go to him the next Friday, but I postponed my visit, so I visited him the following Monday. When I asked to see him, I was shocked to hear he had died the previous day. I felt as though lightning had struck me.

I thought I had lost all chances of giving shape to my work. I was also affected by the void someone as valuable as the Professor was had left behind. Besides, he had helped me overcome a difficult period in my life. It was thanks to him that had I discovered psychoanalysis and managed to transpose the rather worn-out terms of Orthodoxy into psychoanalytic language. For a while, Professor George Ionescu had been a flawless mentor to me. I will try not to defile his memory in any way. That is why I will specify when things happened due to him and when independent of him. Why? Because telepathy has a twenty percent error margin, which is quite a lot. If you don’t understand twenty percent of the mystery novel it you are reading, you don’t stand a chance to discover the killer.

I dare say Professor Ionescu was a very good telepath. Before you understood that, he would put you through hell, to see what kind of a person you were and how you behaved towards your patients and colleagues. I had only one private conversation with him and that was when I first met him at the Alexandru Obregia Psychiatric Hospital. I was shocked at the chaos in his office. Only later did I realize that the chaos was deliberate. That way, you could not poke your nose into his things. You could have tried, but you wouldn’t have found anything, because as soon as you entered his office he started reading your mind. The room was so messy you couldn’t hide your negative thoughts. That was the Professor’s first step in making mental contact with doctors and patients. Then there were other tests, like telling you to come to the hospital in the afternoons, when he was there, or to talk to certain patients in the order he indicated. We never spoke face to face again. If I had something to tell him, I just thought about him.

I was so exasperated by his system that once I asked him mentally why so much mystery. He didn’t reply, but I found out the answer later. I met a patient, a teacher of Romanian, who thought she could communicate telepathically with another teacher. She was under the impression that the latter was in love with her, so she went to his house. Imagine the scandal that followed, all the more so because the man was married. She was forced to retire on medical grounds and could work only part time. Any self-respecting shrink sleeping with Kaplan’s handbook under his pillow would have diagnosed her with schizophrenia. I explained to her that, for various reasons, certain energy centers might open and make you sensitive to people’s thoughts, energy residues or spiritual entities. She found it quite hard to accept this, because once a diagnosis has entered someone’s mind, it is difficult to remove it. That is why the professor never discussed anything that was not in psychiatry books. At least not with me.

One week before he died, he had thought about me again. I went to the hospital to see why he had called me and I talked to the nurses. I ignored the fact that when I was thinking about him, my heart ached. I had thought someone was looking for me without introducing themselves. (Priests usually connect to the heart chakra, because that is the energy level they can reach through ordination). I received two pieces of information while thinking about the Professor: "Kill me! and If only Dragoș were here…"

The following are mental residues I received from the Professor when he asked me to go to the hospital, but at that time, I didn’t know what he meant, because I didn’t have all the data. You need more than one piece of a puzzle to get the bigger picture. The reason for which he had called me was a patient in his thirties, who had been hospitalized repeatedly before. He had suffered brain trauma as a child and had been recommended surgery in order to eliminate a blood clot. His foster mother, a nurse in a psychiatric clinic, would not let him have it. As a result, his behavior was affected. He became violent, so he was admitted to several children’s psychiatric clinics (where professors issue diplomas for psychotherapists!). Eventually, wound up by his mother, he literally stepped on her head. The woman had a hearing handicap and he retired on medical grounds.

So why had the Professor called me? He wanted me to read St. Basil the Great’s powerful prayers to this boy. The professor knew I read them to people who needed that kind of help. Usually I do not read them free, and I have two reasons for that. The first is that learning how to read them properly took me some time and it was a painstaking endeavor; the second is I expose myself to danger. Fighting evil at a spiritual level is not easy and there are always risks involved. However, for the Professor’s sake, I decided to do it free this time. No sooner said than done. I read the exorcism prayers for three days, three times a day. On the first day, the patient started to cry (I forgot to mention that he would start crying whenever he entered a church during the Holy Mass). The second day, he calmed down gradually. On the third day, the Friday before the professor’s death, I took him to St. George’s Church for the last prayer. He behaved well; he subjected himself, like the other parishioners, to the Orthodox ritual of kissing the icons and being sealed with the Holy Ghost’s seal by having the sign of the cross drawn on his forehead in holy oil. What was his problem, then? He had been working in Italy, but he had had to come back, because he couldn’t leave his mother alone. She was single and possessive and she hated the thought that her son might feel close to any other woman except her. She kept him tied to her spiritually. We have a spiritual umbilical cord that connects us to our mothers and it is usually cut by a priest. I wanted to cut his, but in vain. His mother wouldn’t let him live his own life, so that he wouldn’t leave her alone in her old days. That was why she had adopted him, not the desire to help a soul, but the fear of being alone, like the comatose patients she was nursing, who belonged to no one. I don’t know if she was aware of the harm she was causing her son, but she would ‘charge’ herself with all sorts of horrible things at work and then she would take them all home with her, transferring them to her son during meals. I don’t think she was unaware of the transfer, since she kept telling him, Take your medicines; you’ve got that beastly look in your eyes again! I would like to believe she was only being selfish and didn’t realize she made her son sick, but I can’t.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t do anything for the boy. His only chance was to stop eating his mother’s food and break any contact with her, to ignore her even in his thoughts. I did my job and told him the truth, adding a few not so nice words about the psychiatry professors who had examined him, but hadn’t been able to discover his real issue. It is true that if you take a fall, chakras can be disturbed, the fields can be damaged and psychiatric issues may arise. Nobody is expected to know everything, but if you are a doctor, and not just some wizard, you should at least refer your patients to someone else, instead of turning them into disabled individuals for the rest of their life. This is precisely why at some point I was upset with Professor Ionescu. I was under the impression that he never said everything he knew (true, he might not have known more than that), and the patients suffered because he didn’t do everything to help them.

It is clear to me that you can never heal your patients completely, because there are factors you cannot anticipate, prevent or change, but every doctor, healer or psychotherapist should at least strive for this ideal.

The professor had sent me away from his clinic under the pretext that his cases were too easy to treat. And he was right, because it was a teaching hospital. It was, so to say, the learning stage. The true challenge was the lions’ pit, as I used to call the isolation ward, where man is reduced to beast. Everything would have gone well if, after an argument with a doctor, I hadn’t thought of shutting down his root chakra – which would inevitably have turned him impotent. I wasn’t at all original. I had received the same treatment from a priest, a friend who wanted to prove to me that he was familiar with chakras. Imagine my frustration when I was about to and my equipment wouldn’t work. Luckily, I knew how to untie myself. So I thought, let’s shut this doctor down, so he’ll come around. So I shut him down. If it is an energetic shutdown, not even Viagra can help. He saw some doctors, but without results. Eventually, he found a bioenergy therapist who told him he had been shut down. He obviously didn’t believe him and went to another, who told him the same thing. Then he started wondering, What if… He didn’t stop until he found out the truth. I myself had wasted quite a few months until I ran into someone who told me what an unhappy girlfriend’s mother had done to me. So why pity this doctor? But the Professor, who protected his doctors like a hen its baby chickens, was mad at me for what I had done, so I had to leave. But I would never have hurt him. No matter how strongly I disagreed with his way of raising his doctors (I thought he was too motherly), he was the Professor and I respected him for his erudition.

Access to the collective unconsciousness facilitates the ability to manipulate. I had good teachers in this area, people who could easily ignore even the wish of a saint. It sounds unbelievable, but a live dog is better off than a dead lion (Ecclesiastes, 9:4). This is how everyone will learn: willingly or not. I do not think it is fair that psychiatrists should give medication to patients without doing anything else for them. A nurse who spends years working with the same doctor will know what pills to prescribe. A doctor must know what a disease is and help the patients get over it; otherwise, they should leave it to those who want to learn how to help others.

Three things trouble me in connection with the Professor’s death. Firstly, he had heart problems, yet he didn’t see a specialist, although his nurse had made him an appointment for an EKG; secondly, although he knew he was having a heart attack, he called his brother instead of the paramedics, as if he didn’t want to be alone when he met the Great Lady Death; thirdly, prior to his death, he had spent a lot of time talking with a close friend about death and afterlife.

I know for a fact that he was an Orthodox Christian and he received Holy Communion at least at Easter. That implies solid knowledge of Christian values. I can’t help speculating about this, given the two traces of thoughts I detected in his field. I am almost sure that Professor Ionescu was the victim of a successful experiment. I believe several people (professors of psychiatry!) participated, at least energetically, in an attack on the Professor with his approval. The experiment was meant to prove the ability to kill someone by group focusing. It sounds insane, but no more so than what Professor Mina Minovici did: he hanged himself to take a peek into the other world and then his assistants resuscitated him. The aim of the experiment was to establish mental contact with the other side, to convey relevant information about the relationships existing there and about the purpose of life, and to verify the existence of fate and the possibility to elude it (if someone has a life and that life can be ended even if it isn’t over yet). I think the experiment was successful, because Professor Ionescu was not only the best telepath, but also the best telepathic therapist. In other words, he could change a person at their deepest mental level. I am a little angry that he used me, but he knew I could project him to the other world, that I could connect him to others who could help him change the things in which he believed. What really bothers me is that he didn’t include me in the experiment – if he had, I would have helped him. However, I wouldn’t have agreed with his leaving for good because, due to his professional status, he had far better chances of making changes in the Romanian medical system than I had from outside of it. But it was his call. I think he was bored with what he was doing, all the more so because he had the chance to understand the mistakes he had made as a doctor.

I am also familiar with the Professor’s last case, a patient with treatment-resistant depression. The Professor managed to cure him with Antideprin. However, it wasn’t the drug that cured the illness. I suspect he had discovered chakra medicine and learnt to apply it from a distance. After his death, I too had a patient suffering from depression and I couldn’t find a cure. One day, I happened to browse through a book and I read that in depression all chakras are closed. I used the pendulum on my patient and it showed me that it was true. Another time I went into a bookshop and I found a book on Reiki that mentioned the treatment of depression with Light. I applied it and it worked! I don’t know whether the professor guided my steps or not, but I do believe that I have more friends in the world beyond than I have here. I am sorry the Professor is no longer among us. Only now do I realize how much I miss his precious advice.

I dedicate this book to the people without whom I would not be what I am today. They have passed into eternity – no, into the timeless dimension: Father Dosoftei, Father Ilarion Argatu, Father Pantelimon Hodorog, Father Visarion, Dan Seracu and last but not least, Professor George Ionescu,