ELDER NIKOLAY GURYANOV: “THE CAN’T BE TRAMPLED ON HOLINESS.” (Download akathist)
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“ The 17th is a terrible day,” wrote the Martyr-Tsarina Alexandra, “ and Russia also suffers for this. Everyone should suffer for everything they have done, but no one understands this.”
In January 2001, Elder Nikolai (Guryanov), filled with the Holy Spirit, revealed what was spoken to him by the Lord: “Penance
(punishment)
is borne by Poor Russia for what they did to the Man of God Gregory.
It is imperative to clear the Elder’s memory of slander. This is necessary for the spiritual life of Russia, the entire Russian Church and for our salvation.” “ In October 1967, on the eve of the celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the October Revolution,” recalled the late father Vasily Fonchenkov, “I dreamed of Empress Alexandra Feodorovna in the air above me, saying that there would be a spell over Russia until the Russian People recognized Their Martyrdom , Confessional death as an Atonement Sacrifice in the Name of Russia and the Russian People. Her (Alexandra Feodorovna) words: “We have disappeared into the Russian land, do not look for Us, and until the Russian Land and the Russian People glorify Us, there will be a spell over Russia .”
“You cannot trample on holiness
...,” said Father Nikolai. – You cannot mock a person, even if he is not a saint in someone’s eyes. After all, this is what the Gospel teaches us. If the Lord calls to love everyone, even enemies, why defame an Orthodox Christian who was killed by monsters?”
Queen-Martyr Alexandra wrote: “They hate him because We love him.”
. Grigory Efimovich Rasputin became a hindrance in political intrigues aimed at overthrowing the Russian Monarchy, the Autocratic Orthodox Kingdom, by the “brothers of evil”.
“They have some kind of satanic malice against Gregory,” Father Nikolai continues. - Thirst for revenge... After all, they killed him, tortured him, and now - what do they want?! To kill the souls of other people with a false word?.. His suffering, the suffering of the Tsar and the Russian clergy, pushed aside our suffering. We should be grateful to them for the blood shed. Their sacrifice saved us."
"Just think what happened to us
, - Elder Nikolai lamented.
– There is godlessness all around
...
We would not suffer so much if we changed our attitude towards the past, our attitude towards the Royal Power and everything Holy, as well as towards Gregory
...
Now we are punished by God and are collecting the fruits of our godless deeds and thoughts. We need to clear the memory of Gregory and feel sorry for ourselves.
We need our souls to be cleansed of everything bad.
After all, our evil and unrighteous thoughts are as evil as our deeds; they kill a person's soul. The worst thing is that for such an attitude you can lose Eternal Life, the Kingdom of Heaven... Why are they doing this to Gregory?! What did he do to them?! He was a righteous man, a martyr and a man of prayer... He endured so much evil and grief during his life .”
“It is a terrible evil to humiliate even the Saints mentally ” -
Elder Nicholas
“Gregory prayed for all of Russia, but the enemy has risen and is still persecuting the Truth... And he persecuted the Tsar, and Gregory... He is a legal servant of God. Pleasant of God... Gregory is a holy man. A martyr to the Lord... Without prayer, the Martyr Gregory will not reveal himself to you... Whoever does not pray, Gregory will not reveal himself to you.”
To the question of what was the spiritual feat of Grigory Efimovich, Father answered like this: “Who was he? “The Elder, the Elder, of course!.. Gregory was a true servant of God, an honest man, a hard worker.”
“The Lord sent Grigory Rasputin to the Emperor for strengthening. There was nothing bad about him, but grief
he felt bad about this. God! Everything is so scary..."
“He was a simple man, very religious, a man of prayer. God forbid! - there was no witchcraft in him. The Lord rewarded him with Eternity.”
Icon of the Holy Great Martyr Gregory and the Holy Martyr. Tsarevich Alexy,
written in 2000 by S.B. Arsenyev with the blessing of Father Nikolai
And to the question of one nun whether it is possible to pray to the Lord for the repose of the servant of God Gregory, he answered: “Not about him, but he needs to pray... If the Lord Himself glorified the Royal Martyrs and Elder Gregory, it would be impudent on our part not to honor Them... It is necessary correction, alienation from evil. If this lie is not corrected by prayer, it will remain and will destroy people... Historical research and evidence of his innocence and righteousness are important and necessary, but they will not correct the evil... We need a prayer to the Martyr Gregory - a prayer of repentance with tears..."
2015-2016 Orthodox Christians profess holiness and martyrdom
The victim of Gregory the New
Icon of the Holy Great Martyr Gregory (painted in 2000)
Nicholas Readings. 2012 Children pray
On November 16, 2005, in the Alexander Park of Tsarskoe Selo, the consecration of the Worship Cross, installed on the site of the former construction of the Temple of St. Seraphim of Sarov and the burial in the altar of the Man of God, Friend of Tsarev Grigory Efimovich Rasputin-New, took place. At a gathering of believers from Moscow, St. Petersburg and Ryazan, the rite of consecration of the Cross was performed by the priest of the Church of the Smolensk Icon of the Mother of God, Father Andrei Alekseev. This place has become very revered. Here prayers are served to the Holy Martyr Gregory and memorial services are celebrated. Akathists are often sung. Believers bring icons, flowers, and light candles. Special grace overshadows this Cross on the day of the suffering of the righteous.
Prayerful veneration of the Friend of Tsar Gregory on the day of his torment. 17/
30.12.2013
St. Martyr. Queen Alexandra said: “ He died to save Us.”
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The 17th is
a terrible and Russia also suffers for this. Everyone should suffer for everything they have done, but no one understands this.” Download the akathist to the Prophet and Wonderworker Gregory: akafist-grigoriu-rasputinu.doc [91.5 Kb] (downloads: 2062)
Poems by Archpriest Nikolai Guryanov
PRAYER “LORD HAVE MERCY”
Of all the prayers that I know, I sing in my soul or read out loud, with which the wondrous power breathes the Prayer “Lord, have mercy.” One request in it, not much! I only ask for mercy from God, To save me with His power, I cry out: “Lord, have mercy.” I swim in the stormy sea of life, I meet joys and sorrows; From what storms did you escape by force? The prayer “Lord, have mercy.” And the grief melted, and joy brought me twice the sweetness, And all this was the wondrous power of the Prayer “Lord, have mercy.” When tears flowed from grief, Or passionate dreams confused me, Then with special strength in my heart I repeated: “Lord, have mercy.” I am already close to the final brink, But still with hot tears, Although with the strength of a withered body I pray: “Lord, have mercy.” The soul, having ended its earthly life, repeat this prayer, and no other, there too, behind the grave, with hope: “Lord, have mercy.”
DON'T GROOM
Don’t complain, man, that you are small and ignorant, that the life you have lived is incomprehensible to people. He is assigned to you by Him Who distributes the lot of service on earth; That is His purpose. Do not grumble, poor people, Without a corner and without bread, Know that your burden is a special gift from heaven... Do not grumble, you who are sick with a long-term illness, Through that holy Cross You will be a friend to the Lord. Do not complain that blasphemy poisons your life, Know that the praise of earth reduces the reward of heaven. Don’t complain that your friends abandoned you in grief, God will not abandon you in this sea of life. Poverty, evil and illness - The grave will cover everything, Keep your spirit pure - This is the power of truth. Believe, hope, endure the Cup of troubles - without a doubt, And you will save the soul For the heavenly villages.
STAR OF BETHLEHEM
In the heights of heaven, many stars are burning, but one shines brighter than all with joy. That is the star of the Child and the King of Kings, - He was laid in a manger by His Mother. And the wise men from the east follow the Star, and bring gifts with love to the Lord. Brothers! Let us hasten to receive the Lord, Let us hasten to give you bread and salt cordially - He will take this bread with the hands of the poor and send us a blessing for it.
IN THE MORNING HEAR MY VOICE
Tomorrow hear my voice, my King and my God! Fears, ghosts, dreams - Spawn of the darkness of the night, Disperse and crush with the light of the joyful right hand! Passions, murmurs, the spirit of pride - These are the tares of the soul, Plow away, with the reins of faith, Plow the aching chest, And moisten the soil of the heart with tears of humility, And graciously plant the seed of holy wheat: Prepare, O Lover, a pure field of love, A good sacrifice, O All-Powerful, In the field of my days come out. And cultivate me all over, Revive and renew - Let the ripe ear vegetate in the depths of my soul!.. Heart holder! Write the poor name in the Book of Life, May I not, unprepared, throw off my earthly cover from my spirit. Tomorrow hear my voice, my King and my God!
THE EVIL WAY
My path is dangerous and sad; I enter with involuntary trepidation; I haven’t walked along it yet, And I don’t know that country yet. No one knows me either, And it’s in vain to wait for consolation! The leaders... I’m afraid, It’s terrible for me to even look at them. And He, calling for judgment! How will I look at Him then?! The King of life and death, He calls us there with authority. Hallelujah!
LORD, HAVE MERCY, LORD, FORGIVE...
Lord, have mercy, Lord, forgive. Help me, God, to convey my Cross. You walked Your thorny path with love, You carried the Cross silently, Breaking your chest. And, crucified for us, You suffered a lot, You prayed for your friends, You grieved for your enemies. I am weak in soul, I am also weak in body, And I am a criminal slave of sinful passions. I am a great sinner On my earthly path, I grumble, I cry... Lord! Sorry. Help me, God! Give me the strength of strength, So that I extinguish my passions in my heart... Help me, God! With a generous hand, bestow patience, joy and peace. I am a great sinner on my earthly path... Lord, have mercy. Lord, forgive me!
PATIENCE
Don't be sad, don't be sad: The time of happiness will come again; Wait, be patient, there is a reward for those who wait! For those of us who suffer here, there is a crown for suffering; Who doesn't shed tears here? But they too will come to an end! Everything in life - everything is temporary, We are given for a short moment: Sweetness of happiness, burning burden - All one moment. Life itself is one moment, Joy is a bright dream, Sorrow is the ghost of a dream, All worries are vanity! Wait, be patient, - There is a reward for those who wait; Don't be sad, don't be sad; Time flies - everything will pass.
ALL HOLY VIRGIN
O Ever-Virgin All-Holy and Mother of Light! Calling before You with tenderness, I ask, I pray with all my soul: Extend, extend Your prayers, Extend them to Your Son For peace, mercy, forgiveness for this departed Servant! Yes, through your wonderful prayer, the hope of sinners of all ages, he will meet with mercy on the day of judgment and remission of sins. You, the Son, in meekness, jealous, Always, the Lady, before Him, with good boldness, you can pray: Hallelujah!
PRAYER TO THE HOLY VIRGIN
In obscurity, humbly In Nazareth You blossomed, In the midst of prayers, in solitude, Your life flowed peacefully. But God has blessed You with His Holy Right Hand, And He has destined the Meek Virgin to be the Heavenly Queen. The heavenly light shone on the unknown monastery. The celestial being came to you with joyful news. You listened to the good news with a troubled soul, but with humility you said: “The will of God be with Me!” Everything has come true - Your Porphyry, More beautiful than all earthly porphyries! Your Son is God, the Savior of the world! The world bowed before You! But you also endured many difficult trials! She was an accomplice to the Lord's sufferings! You prayed, you languished; But You did not burn with enmity towards the culprits of sorrows... You prayed for people!.. And now, remembering the hour of Your Dormition, We cry out: “Most Holy One, Intercede - have mercy on us!” There are many storms in the sea of life! Among its angry waves, Without Your protection, our fragile boat will soon perish! Give us strength to resist the raging passions within us! Show us the path to salvation, To safe shores! Let us be taken by the grave, strangers to the world of vanity! Let me rest as You rested, And let me wake up where You are!..
BEFORE THE ICON OF THE HOLY ARCHISTRATIG MICHAEL
Supreme Leader and Voivode, Archangel of the Supreme Powers, And the warm Intercessor of the human race, Michael, Guardian of the Testament of God, And for warring spirits, a Thunderstorm and a fiery Warrior, And the prince of all angelic ranks! To you with a suffering soul I soar from the troubles of life and with a touching tear, Mystery of God, I say: “You see the pathetic waste of all my priceless gifts. The grace given to me by the Spirit, And the war with me of my enemies. From the days of infancy until now, my enemies have oppressed me, And I, both in thought and in deed, have already been plundered and crushed from them. Where is the path that leads us to God? There are no feelings with me, no good deeds, Serious sin - anxiety of passions, This is the path of all my paths! Driven by heartfelt delusion by the movement of my own passions, I was often a victim of corruption In the prime of my first young days. In the temptations of the demonic battle, I forgot to even think about taking the shield of Divine prayer and with it to gloriously defend the innocence of the heart, the holiness of feeling, that God gave everything to me in baptism, and I fell mortally from my own violence in that enemy battle! Enemies are pressing me... under their captivity I have been languishing all my life. And modestly, in an oppressed feeling, I pray to You, my Angel: You see, Angel, the evil enemy crushed me in the path of life. And I lost the lamp of eternal glory In the darkness of sin... And I was so captured by the demonic force, so tightly I was taken, That the heart of God stopped loving, Doesn’t want to listen, or even know His laws, commands, And only asks every moment Some sinful pleasures, Dreaming of finding happiness in them!.. What will happen to me when I again Give free rein to my heart, When I turn from the path of Christ into hell and demonic darkness? How then will I, from this life, appear in the bright Heaven and spiritually fly to the glory of the heavenly Fatherland without wings?.. I pray to you in contrition, the Ethereal Powers of the Archangel: protect me from falling Everywhere, in all my ways. Guard me from vice with your guardian wing, And, like a ray of the eternal East, Here be my lamp. When I hear the call from corruptible life, and the hour strikes, - To my soul, corrupted by sin, Then you will be both life and light; Shine an airy path for her to Heaven, Scatter the hostile regiments, Free the stuffy prisons And undecaying chains!.. Oh, let me see my desired paradise! Be my guide to him, and honor me with the light of glory, my angel!..”
AT THE CROSS
Oh, come, my weary, weary brother; Here, under the shadow of the Cross, there are no barriers for the heart. Rest your aching soul. You are tired, exhausted on the path of life; Your cross weighs you down, your heart aches in your chest, and you are overwhelmed by human malice. Don’t be sad, dear, let your soul be cold, At the foot of the Cross there is a lot of strength and warmth, A lot of affection, love, forgiveness. Oh, come quickly, here holy love calls the oppressed by fate, the dejected, and is ready to give relief to everyone. Let the mind be silent - come with love and make both Christ’s footstool, placing the burden of sorrow before Him. You are not without a heart, not without a look, my friend, So as not to see Christ - His Royal Face - Shedding a source of tears before Him. Surrender yourself entirely to Him, His will is strong, To lighten the earthly Cross, to take the burden from you, To strengthen your sick heart. Oh, will the Head under the crown of thorns, with this royal, blood-drenched face, not soften you with his power? Will not those ulcers of wounded hands reveal to you all the cruelty of those torments, How He suffered, dying for us? Will not the pierced heart of Christ teach us to suffer and endure to the end, trusting ourselves to His will? Look, He did not open His Divine lips, Because He loved so holy, so deeply, Subduing Himself to the will of the Father. Oh, come, my weary, weary brother; Here, under the shadow of the Cross, there are no barriers for the heart. Rest your aching soul.
REQUEST TO THE MOTHER
Mom, mom, what are you thinking? What do you want to create? Do you secretly want to destroy the blood fruit of your womb? Haven’t you ever heard about this, mother, that even the fetus was killed by you and is awaiting the Lord’s Judgment? In the bright day or secret night You will commit murder You will ruin me, mother And again you are in a hurry to sin. Know mom, I see everything. Even though I was ruined by you, But my living soul will meet you again. You lead my brothers and sisters by the hand. They are as bright as the sun, but you walk gloomy. You enter the Temple of the Lord, stand before the Lord, and look at the Savior with sad eyes. Your heart is troubled by sorrow, tears fill your eyes. You pray to God for the living, but never for me. I live in darkness without light In endless darkness, Mom, I am waiting for the Lord’s judgment And I am worried about you. For your sisters and brothers, you warm a candle to God, You give abundant alms to poor wanderers. You forgot about me and don’t want to remember, and show alms to a poor sufferer. Just think, my mother, That I lie dead: I see everything, I hear everything, But I cannot say. You brought my brothers and sisters into the world, baptized them, gave them communion, I don’t have a baptism. Listen, my mother, how the whole earth is crying. Like babies cry bitterly, complaining to God about you. Don’t think, my mother, that you will live forever, but death will come with a scythe to separate your soul from your body. Then, my mother, we will meet you. You will tell me with sorrow, with tears: “My son! Oh, how beautiful you are, Slender young man standing. Didn’t you really grow up here and talk to me like a murderer?” The son is ready to forgive the murder of his own mother, but the Lord will severely punish for the broken law. The Lord will strictly judge foolish mothers for killing their own children in their wombs. Without witnesses he will condemn you to endure eternal torment. It will be terrible to burn in a river of fire after death. Mom, mom, I cry, I grieve for your soul, Do not destroy your soul anymore, Have pity on your soul. Don’t teach all your sisters and brothers evil deeds, Because the time is near, The Time of the Last Judgment. Remember, Lord, all the nameless babies and baptize them in the sea of Your bounties.
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