Two days ago I wanted to approach the relics of St. Basil of Ostrog, and as I was doing so I noticed a tall, thin middle-aged monk with spectacles. I think he is from Tivat. He was kind, approachable and very level-headed, tranquil.

As I was leaving, I sat on the bench in that room just before the reliquary. After some time I saw a large man approaching, you could hear his heavy breathing from afar. I thought to myself, he probably ascended from the lower monastery to reach the saint and he was out of his breath. However, as he approached me, I realized that something worse was afoot. As he passed me by, his breathing was very heavy. When he approached to venerate the relics, he spoke to the father: “Father, for three days I was on a ventilator.” When I heard it, I thought to myself: “Dagi, you’re done for.” That how great of a faith I have, for all three of us were without masks. When I heard the father talking to him calmly, I was ashamed, we’re next to the relics, come on, I thought to myself.

The man continued: “On the second day on the ventilator I was suffocating so badly that I thought it was the end of me, death.” Then he made a long pause and continued: “I was suffocating so much that in my distress I couldn’t move, I was completely paralyzed, I wanted to call for the nurse, to lift my right arm, to have her over, to help me, but I couldn’t move my arms.”

It is interesting that as he was talking no one was approaching the saint, only the three of us were there. I mean, four of us. The tall, bulky middle-aged man continued his story: “When I thought that I wouldn’t see another day, I remembered my mother who passed away last year on May 12, on the feast day of St. Basil, and I immediately cried out, praying to him with all my remaining might to help me.”

Then he continued, saying the following: “After some time of prayer, that hand that I wanted to raise got up on its own, as if someone lifted it up, and I believe that it was lifted because I wasn’t even thinking about it, I only cried out to St. Basil for help.”

Then he went on: “After that, father, it was as if something got out of me, and the intensity of the suffocation got reduced, and now I came from a check up in Brezovik to thank Saint Basil for granting me by his prayers to live a while longer for I have a family.”

He made a pause and said: “Glory to him and thanks for removing this devilish corona from me!” Slowly he left, beaming with thanksgiving that was shining from his tormented face.

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