The next 2 incidents are from the same spiritual daughter, Tatiana Vikliancev. Notice how she cites the exact name of the ROCOR Priest, so that her account could be authenticated.
None of the false 'saints' from the MP and elsewhere have anything like such artlessly told stories as this from Tatiana Vikliancev ; never is concrete detail provided so that the narrative could be cross checked by anyone.
"Archbishop Averky knew me from infancy and was always concerned with everything that went on with me. Only a year before his death I was employed in a very good position in a very good firm, but I had the misfortune of having a vvery disappointing supervisor ; he was terribly nervous, irritable and was constantly yelling and simply impossible. Before I came, many people had my position but would not last, so I ended up in this terrible situation. Soon I began to think of changing my job, but Archbishop Averky kept insisting, imploring me not to quit this job saying that the supervisor was simply nervous, and so on. But I would come from work every evening worn out and such a nervous wreck that I would simply collapse. And every morning again I would drag myself with repulsion to my tormentor. The bishop nevertheless telephoned me two or three times a week, encouraged me and implored me not to quit my job.
The last time such a talk took place was on Sunday, and on Tuesday he died. Finally I came to a dead end. There was absolutely nothing with which I could please my boss -- nothing worked any longer.
About two weeks after Archbishop Averky's repose, one day after morning prayers I went up to his portrait that hangs near my icon-corner, and said to him "Today is the last day of my torture. Let him make only one 'peep -- I'll hand over to him the keys and simply walk out !" After thinking a little, I yet added, "Now you can't telephone me anymore, you can't implore me any longer either -- you can't do anything any longer, anyway." Feeling good about it, I slammed the door and left.
At work I sat and waited for the boss to make amove, keys in hand - all ready. At about 10 o'clock my boss came in, came up to me and asked me to come to his office. He closed the door behind me and bid me to sit down. With glee I thought to myself : "Oh, boy -- I'm getting fired -- hooray!"
He lowered his eyes and began to apologize to me for everything, for his irritability, begging forgiveness, claiming that he was under severe pressure. Then he thanked me for my patience and for my excellent "performance" at work. He informed me that he had written an outstanding recommendation to our supervisors, and said, "Tanya, I gave you an outstanding rating.
As a bonus he presented to me a $108 monthly raise. I was dumbfounded and lost the gift of speech. Somehow I managed to wobble back to my desk. Then my supervisor left for somewhere. In an hour he came back and brought me a large bouquet of roses. I at once remembered Archbishop Averky. You know how he loved rose oil, with which he loved to anoint icons, the Holy Shroud before Pascha, especially the Cross and even at times his beard. [ <= ! ]
I consider that a miracle, although of a personal nature.
Three months later my boss was transferred to another state and I received a high promotion. In our place, people wait for years for such a promotion. I am now the main assistant to the head manager of our firm, and every day I thank God and my Vladika.
Today my present boss is calm, believing, thankful for every trifle -- in general, one can't imagine anything better. Besides, this last promotion I received relatively recently, but before that there of course gradual promotions in the course of a year. And again, I must add that, at the time I was appointed to the present post, I also received roses from my co-workers.
After the death of Archbishop Averky, I often used to have pannikhidas served. After one such service, as I was leaving the church to go home, the priest - Fr Peter Mocharsky - stopped me and said "Please wait a little. I want to give you a bouquet of flowers from my little garden." And with these words he cut for me a bouquet of beautiful roses.
Vladika would always especially rejoice when I would receive Holy Communion. And again during Great Lent of this year, after receiving Communion I went home and, as I was approaching my house, I suddenly saw at my feet an absolutely fresh rose bud.
Perhaps these incidents appear insignificant. This is not for me to judge. All I can say is that I feel through them the presence of my dear spiritual father, Archbishop Averky, who thus lets himself be known.
-- Tatiana Vikliancev
November 14, 1977
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When was the last time most people received bouquets of roses when they were awarded promotions ? It is certainly unusual in America.
Not to mention the miracle of the supervisor actually apologizing to Tatiana. That, as students of this field know, never happens with a person displaying the abusive traits the boss did. Also, we get the hint that he was NOT a believer in God, which makes him less accountable to Heaven - in his own mind - for his mistreatment of his subordinate. Today, this would almost never occur. It was only through the seeming intervention of her spiritual father that the man was moved to try to make up to her for the damage he inflicted by raising her salary [ $ 108 was worth much more in 1976 than today ].
Perhaps if Archbishop Averky is deemed worthy of being numbered among the saints, he could be made the patron of victims of abuse ! For stories like this NEVER happen in real life. 99.999 % of targets are left ruined while the remorseless abusive party skips away happily to prey upon his or her next victim. Apologies are offered once in a millennium, if that often !
Thus, we can see what a truly remarkable occurrence this was. The fact that Archbishop Averky knew in advance that his spiritual daughter needed to persevere in her predicament is a testimony to some possible clairvoyant ability of his.
And his having phoned Tatiana only 2 days before his repose to underline that point shows what a caring spiritual father he was.
TOMORROW : Archbishop Averky and the GOC