Uploaded January 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
“Relax. Let your thoughts wander free.”
A deep, measured, baritone reverberates through the air. The voice belongs to Anatoly Kashpirovsky, a man seated behind a simple desk in a dimly lit studio.
Dressed in black, his piercing gaze fixes on the camera, seemingly penetrating the television screens of 300 million viewers across the Soviet Union.
It is October 8, 1989. As night falls over Moscow, the streets empty. Inside cramped Soviet apartments, families huddle in the pale glow of their televisions as the evening news fades to silence.
In its place appears a haunting image: a misty, desolate lake, accompanied by gentle guitar strings as white letters materialize on screen: Health Séance of Doctor-Psychotherapist Anatoly Mikhailovich Kashpirovsky.
The camera trembles slightly, zooming closer to Kashpirovsky’s unblinking eyes. His voice, hypnotic yet commanding, continues: “Look around your space. There should be no sharp objects, no fire. Sit in a stable position.”
“Relax. Let your thoughts wander free.”
A deep, measured, baritone reverberates through the air. The voice belongs to Anatoly Kashpirovsky, a man seated behind a simple desk in a dimly lit studio.
Dressed in black, his piercing gaze fixes on the camera, seemingly penetrating the television screens of 300 million viewers across the Soviet Union.
It is October 8, 1989. As night falls over Moscow, the streets empty. Inside cramped Soviet apartments, families huddle in the pale glow of their televisions as the evening news fades to silence.
In its place appears a haunting image: a misty, desolate lake, accompanied by gentle guitar strings as white letters materialize on screen: Health Séance of Doctor-Psychotherapist Anatoly Mikhailovich Kashpirovsky.
The camera trembles slightly, zooming closer to Kashpirovsky’s unblinking eyes. His voice, hypnotic yet commanding, continues: “Look around your space. There should be no sharp objects, no fire. Sit in a stable position.”
