Simoron stories from life. The real story of how Simoron helped me Simoron stories from life

Alice laughed.
- It won't help! - she said. - You can't believe the impossible!
“It’s just that you don’t have much experience,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I spent half an hour every day doing this. Other days I had time to believe in a dozen impossibilities before breakfast.
L. Carroll. Alice in the Wonderland

CHAPTER 1. STORIES ABOUT LOVE. SIMORON FAMILY THERAPY

REMOVING THE CROWN OF CELEBRITY

- Yes, my child! Goodwin sighed. “Note that no one, no one in the world knows that I am the Great Deceiver, and for many years I have had to cunning, hiding and fooling people in every possible way. And you know, it's not an easy task to fool people's heads.
A. Volkov. The Wizard of Oz

I happened to work with a young lady who could not arrange her personal life in any way. Sighing sadly, Katerina complained that some kind of evil fate was pursuing her. And it was not that she was distinguished by an unattractive appearance or extreme shyness. On the contrary, talking with her, I noted with pleasure both a beautiful, slender figure, and a charming face with large brown eyes, and a pleasant chest voice, and openness in communication, and a tasteful manner of dressing.
Katya had enough grooms, but as soon as the wedding came up, they seemed to fall through the ground. Katya met the next young man, they met, walked, experienced mutual feelings, and suddenly, without any quarrels or explanations, the gentleman disappeared without a trace. Then it turned out that the boyfriend was an alcoholic, or a drug addict, or with a criminal past. In general, as Katya put it: “The grooms that came across to me belonged to the“ dregs of society ”, although you can’t tell this by appearance.” And in the last year, the suitors disappeared altogether.
Katya was already desperate to hear the bravura sounds of Mendelssohn's march. But she found out from her friends that in Moscow there is a very unusual and cheerful school of wizards - Simoron and went there. I briefly told her what Simoron is and that one of his tasks is to work with the obstacles that arise on the path of life. Instead of breaking through them or retreating under their pressure (as we usually do), it is proposed to thank the obstacle for warning of more serious troubles.
After my explanations, Katya, agitated and blushing, solemnly uttered aloud something like this:
- I thank all of you, my dear bridegrooms, for warning me that I will not be able to connect my fate with a worthy chosen one until my old age. I will come across only "dregs of society", and I will end my days weeping bitterly about a worthless life. I understand that you appeared on my path not to destroy me, but to show that I was lost and that with your help I will return to the true path.
Pronounced sincerely, with inspiration, with a sense of humor, thanksgiving monologue allows you to stop the avalanche of obstacles, life's failures. In the case of Katerina, we were dealing with a whirlwind, that is, not with one, but with a chain of unfavorable events. There are several methods for working with vortex situations in Simoron. One of them is renaming with root search. To do this, you need to find the root of the vortex - the first moment when the problem arose. Further, two options are possible. The first is to find an act of gratitude in relation to the signaling device (the one with whose “help” the problem arose). The second is to step back to the previous moment, when everything around was cloudless, and play the root episode according to a new scenario. Katya and I chose the first option.
It turned out that the failures in Katya's personal life were just the tip of the iceberg. Every time the next groom “evaporated”, Katya was overcome by longing for loneliness and despair. However, such feelings visited Katya for a long time, and they were not always associated with love experiences. And these feelings appeared in deep childhood. The relationship between father and mother did not go well, he drank heavily and left them when Katya was very young. In the course of our work, she consistently recalled several cases when she experienced feelings of loneliness and uselessness, and we quickly reached the first episode.
Winter. Late evening. A blizzard howls outside the window. Little Katya lies in her bed. A bright light breaks through the half-open door, music, the clink of plates and glasses, lively exclamations and laughter of guests can be heard. Katya loves guests very much, she can’t sleep and she irresistibly wants to go where something unusually interesting is happening. The temptation is too great, and finally she breaks down and loudly calls her mother. An irritated mother enters, having been distracted in the middle of a party. Rather rudely, she lashes out at Katya, demanding that she immediately stop being capricious. The girl's complaints and tears anger her mother even more, and she leaves, closing the door tightly. Katya is again left alone in a dark empty room, in a cold bed, rejected and unnecessary to anyone. Perhaps for the first time she experienced such bitter loneliness and disappointment. Katya cried into her pillow for a long time and could not sleep.
What happened to Katya is not accidental - apparently, at that moment the mother herself lacked warmth and peace of mind (despite the cheerful company), otherwise she would not have done so. So, Katya needs now, in hindsight, to give her mother peace of mind.
Katya remembered the act of gratitude towards her mother. One evening they sat hugging on Katya's bed, and mother read aloud "The Wizard of the Emerald City". At that moment, they were very good with each other, Katya felt gratitude and love for her mother. To reinforce this fact, Katya was given the name: “I am the one who reads The Wizard of the Emerald City with her mother” instead of the old one: “I am the one who cries into the pillow, rejected by her mother.” I advised Katya to repeat the new name in order to change all the events associated with the feeling of loneliness and solve the problem of marriage.

When I heard about The Wizard of the Emerald City, I immediately felt that the name was chosen accurately and we were on the right track. Because he himself read it many times as a child and mentally walked with the heroes along the yellow brick road. It was clearly a signal of support.
Recently, out of curiosity, I reopened this book and realized with delight that it was all about us. Let's remember what cherished desires the heroes of the book had. Funny straw scarecrow dreamed of getting brains, although he was not stupid at all, and often his wisdom rescued friends from trouble. The Tin Woodman really wanted to have a real heart, but even without that he was able to love passionately. And Leo considered himself a coward, although in reality he showed miracles of courage and courage.
And what did the Great and Terrible Wizard Goodwin (actually a little man from Kansas) do to make their dreams come true? Being observant, he noticed that the friends already had all the qualities they asked for. But the performance must be played out according to all the rules, and the Great Deceiver solemnly slipped: the Scarecrow - brains (a bag of bran and pins), the Woodcutter - a silk heart stuffed with sawdust, and the Lion - a dish with courage (effervescent kvass with an admixture of valerian). Friends rejoiced - dreams came true!
Familiar scenario? In order to solve a problem or fulfill a deepest desire, we need some kind of performance. There are many theatrical genres, just as Goodwin had many masks in which he appeared before travelers: the Living Head, the Sea Maiden, the Fireball. But unlike Goodwin, Simoron Stepanych does not hide behind all sorts of masks, but openly admits their existence. All of them are equal to him. With ease and humor, he changes one mask for another and ultimately invites you to throw off all the masks. Simoron allows us to recall our limitless possibilities as a wizard, which we, like the Bold Lion from a fairy tale, either forgot or stopped believing in.
The name adopted and affirmed from now on by Katya in everyday life is a new mask that allows her to feel magical abilities in herself and change her fate for the better.

During a conversation with Katya, another problem opened up - conflicts with her father. He lived separately and continued to drink, and when drunk, he could call Katya and say nasty things. In addition, her father regularly lamented that she was not getting married. We could not ignore this problem, and dad was renamed. The diagnostic name sounded like this: “I am the one who persecutes and insults Katya”, and the new name: “I am the one who opens the chest with gems”*. It turned out as a result of renaming through the track. On the third screen, the following picture appeared: an incredible wooden chest, upholstered with rusty iron strips. A heavy barn lock hangs on the chest. Suddenly, the lock falls, and the lid of the chest slowly, with a creak, rises. O miracle! A dazzling radiance emanates from the chest - it is filled to the brim with precious stones, sparkling in all shades.
When I was writing these lines, I remembered that in the room where we worked with Katya, there is now a huge chest with iron strips. True, so far without stones. Truly, Simoron is inexhaustible in terms of surprises!
Katya enthusiastically tried on new masks. Remembering her father and communicating with him, she repeated like a spell: “I am the one who opens the chest with gems.” Her father began to disturb her much less often. And if he called, he was almost sober, inquired about how things were going, and behaved quite diplomatically. On the personal front, events unfolded rapidly. Soon Katya met a decent guy. He really liked her, and the relationship became serious. The long-awaited wedding was not far off. Delighted by the dramatic changes, Katya let her guard down and began to whirl again. And the following happened.
She was invited to her brother's wedding. I didn’t want to go, I was worried about the premonition that dad was getting drunk again and would start the old hurdy-gurdy. This was the first alarm. However, Katya went. The second call rang when she arrived at her brother's wedding and her father sarcastically asked: “And when will we take a walk at your wedding?” And finally, a thunderstorm broke during the wedding. The father really reached the condition, after which he stood up and announced loudly:
- Yes, apparently, I will not be able to live to see Katya's wedding. Why don't you respect your own father, daughter? Looks like I brought you up a badass, since no one wants to marry. But I so dreamed of babysitting grandchildren!
The mood was spoiled, her head ached terribly, and Katerina was completely unsettled. The situation was aggravated by the fact that the groom disappeared. Katya unsuccessfully tried to get through to him, but no one could answer where he had gone. For several months, Katya was overcome by weakness and apathy. Unable to stand it, she came to me. When I listened to her story, I clutched my head - a whole series of missed signals! The growth of the vortex could be stopped at any moment. At the first stage, when a bad feeling arose, it was enough to thank him. At the second stage, it was also possible to prevent a thunderstorm by “opening the chest with gems”. Yes, and in the third stage, Katya could well have avoided such unpleasant consequences, besides, the father himself said the Simoron name: “I am the one who nurses the grandchildren.”
What happened was a clear demonstration of how an unfavorable signal is amplified if we leave it unattended. Simoron Stepanych sometimes arranges a similar inspection, checking how firmly we have established ourselves in a new name, and Katya did not pass this test. However, there is always a chance to return to the flow of well-being. And Katya and I got down to business again.
First of all, she thanked the chain of missed signals. Katya's father, who played the fatal role, received a new name, although the previous one could have been used. My brother had just had a baby, and Katya's father, very pleased, walked around the baby, joyfully saying: “Well, finally, I have waited for my grandson! I’ll rub applesauce for him!” This occupation seemed to the grandfather an extremely important matter. After learning about this, I could not resist such a beautiful name: “I am the one who rubs applesauce for my grandson.” Reading The Wizard of Oz with Mom was still going strong.
A few days later, Katya met a new candidate and won his heart. For almost a year, she disappeared from my horizon. I recently called her and heard a proud and happy voice on the phone: “Vadik, I got married. Yes, it's been six months and I'm very satisfied. Thank you for your congratulations".
I arranged to meet Katya the next day near the subway to write down all the details of the real story. Katya arrived with a well-dressed, strong build guy and, slightly embarrassed, introduced him: “Meet me, this is my husband.” To the question: “How is it with applesauce?” she replied that her father was at their wedding and made a grand gesture - he promised to give the young a refrigerator. During the conversation, I noticed how carefully Katya's husband shook the fluff from her raincoat.

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Vadim GURANGOV and Vladimir DOLOHOV

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Tue 28 Sep 2010

Little Simoron story.
I came to the post office at 18.40 to send a parcel to the customer. I promised her that I would definitely do it today.
I see six people. And the postal employee (postal worker?) Angrily declares: we work until 19.00.
Actually, the schedule is until 20.00, but it turns out accept Parcels are only up to seven, and then they are only issued to recipients.
I got nervous. Obviously it won't be my turn. Because, as a rule, registration and sealing of the parcel lasts painfully long. You don't want to leave either, do you?
At first, I just stood in line, filled out a form for a parcel. By 18.53 (and I constantly look at the clock) there were three of us left:
an aunt with a large parcel box, a girl with a parcel and me.
- No, - I think, in 7 minutes of three? It won't make it.
And I decided to leave.
And then, as always in the most hopeless cases, I remembered that there is a proven remedy.
I looked at the box-filled post office through a small window and saw on the internal screen how this whole dreary room was filled with flying (or swimming) deep-sea fish. My son recently showed them to me on video.
An amazing sight. Fish from a depth of one and a half kilometers shimmer with running rainbow lights (like light music).
And I stand and represent. how they float around an angry guy, around a conveyor belt with parcels. Float and overflow.
Two more women come up here to receive parcels.
Meanwhile, the time is approaching 18.58, and then I remember that I still need to make an inscription on the parcel package and ask the angry guy about the package.
He replies that there are no packages and they need to be bought in a neighboring department. And he looks at how I packed my order. (And I packed it in a round box from under the Tyrolean pie). And he asks: “Are you going to send the cake? See if it gets eaten on the way." And suddenly he smiles, pleased with his joke. This is undoubtedly a signal of light. It was his fish that stirred)))
Inspired, I run to the hall next door for a package, out of breath I come back, and I see that the new woman is already receiving the package and the guy has gone after her, and every minute of his absence seems like an hour to me. While he is gone, I write as quickly as I can (the pen does not obey, scribbles are obtained). And here it is - the moment of truth. The guy returns, as if in slow motion, he hands the woman her precious receipt, turns his gaze to me and exactly in 18 hours 59 minutes and 40 seconds takes from my trembling hands the treasured burden.
- Aaaa - it worked !!! Thanks to the fish, Simoron and the packaging from the cake)))

Simoron story. Just a classic of the genre.
I am the accountant of the parent committee in kindergarten. We recently had a meeting at which we decided to collect 3500 for the needs of the group for a year and 1600 for graduation.
We have one mommy of impressive size, who goes through the social network.
She and her husband are listed as unemployed. Therefore, they were taken to our garden out of turn, although there are a lot of people who want to get to us.
The mother is very inadequate. Sometimes she brings her daughter in warm weather in a winter down jacket, sometimes in winter boots on her bare feet. Again, they do not pay for the garden according to the social program.
At the meeting, she spoke loudly on her mobile, and when I turned to her with a request to talk in the corridor, she answered indignantly:
- Here you are at work and I am at work, why should I not work because of you?
I explained to her, already feeling the clinic, that because of her we did not hear what the speaker was saying. Then she exclaimed indignantly:
Why are you eavesdropping on my conversations?
The clinic was confirmed, and I decided to leave everything as it is.
When it came to how much to collect, she immediately left the hall.
Realizing that she was unlikely to hand over money, my parents and I began to discuss what to do with her child.
But at first they decided that all the same, she needed to be told in person how much she should hand over.
This role was intended for me as a responsible person.
The teachers also confirmed that she was unlikely to pass.
When I thought about the need to re-communicate with this lady, I began to feel slightly nauseous and I decided that I could not do without Simoron.
As a result, the name came out: "I am the one who gives birth to solar eggs with the eyes."
And at first the eggs were golden, and then I felt: no, only sunny.
Farther. Whenever I encountered an object, I simonated with all my might. I imagined solar eggs, sent them to her, but I was silent about money, like a fish.
I must say that it was very good and comfortable for me. I felt that I treat her somewhere with compassion and bright wishes.
And the main thing, I decided, is not to rush. Just wait.
So, this morning (a week after the meeting), I come to the group, I talk with the teacher, then a lady comes in, pushes her magnificent daughter in and disappears, and her daughter comes up to me and holds out ... How much would you think? 5,000 rubles, almost the entire amount. Although all the others have passed only half. We have a silent scene with the teacher.
And then I have joy and great relief!

Story from Olya Blinova
“I am now resting in Feodosia with my boys, I have a story here that it might make sense to place in your piggy bank.
We have been here since June 8, and until 30 everything was wonderful - the sea, the sun, fruits, a lot of time to communicate with children, a lot of discoveries in connection with this, the joy that I decided on this trip.
On June 30, Artyom fell ill, he is now 1 year and 4.5 months old. I got seriously ill -
the temperature rose to 40.7, I could not cope with the temperature at home, besides, all this was accompanied by convulsions.
We were hospitalized in the local infectious diseases hospital. There, on the introduction of a sedative, Artyom gave out a strong excitement. Local doctors regarded this as a symptom of meningitis, began to convince me of the need for a lumbar puncture.
In the end, everything ended well.
We have been at home (in Feodosia) for a day and a half now, and today we saw the doctor again, she said that she found Artyom a completely healthy child and officially closed his medical history.
I would like to comment on all these events.
No matter what happened, I never for a second doubted the friendliness of the Universe towards me. I literally said to myself:
“I still don’t understand why I am allowed to survive these events, but I am absolutely sure that this is a huge positive in my life. The ways of the Lord are inscrutable - sooner or later I will definitely understand why he sent me this.
At the time when I felt that fear was covering me, I realized
that the most important thing for me is to prevent this, to keep my composure at all costs. I prayed and asked the Lord to support me.
During the prayer, a name suddenly popped up of its own accord - "I am an inspired flying, singing horse, knocking out heavenly forget-me-nots from under its hooves."
This name worked perfectly throughout the events.
But the following incident stood out in particular:
On the day the doctors assured me that my child had meningitis, I tried unsuccessfully to put him to bed for two hours. Whatever I did - lullabies, stroking, trying to just sit next to him, leaving him to himself, rocking in my arms - everything only caused even more excitement.
I must say that by this moment I had not slept for three nights and I myself could hardly stand on my feet.
Suddenly a name popped up. I started repeating it out loud. For the second iteration
the child began to fall silent. By the fifth or seventh, he was sleeping peacefully, evenly
snoring.
At some point, I wanted someone to say:
“Don’t be afraid, you are doing everything right. Your child does not have meningitis. He'll get better soon."
I realized that in order to hear it from someone, I need to tell what is happening, but there is no strength for this. I just said it all to myself out loud. And I realized that at that moment I would not have believed anyone more than myself.
Now, when everything is behind and I am able to calmly analyze everything
what happened, I can summarize:
1. I have a reason to be proud of myself - I adequately coped with this
difficult situation. For the first time in my life, faced with difficulties, I have
I didn't want to bury my head in the sand.
2. Before these events, I perceived Artyom as spoiled, for the time being
a child who does not understand speech well. I have reason to be proud of him.
He fought the disease like a persistent, hardy peasant. The real son of his father.
He perfectly understood when I explained to him the need for injections and patiently endured them.
3. These events brought our family even closer together. In every SMS from my husband, I
I felt empathy and support. With the eldest son the day before we
discussed the need to write a reader's diary. I told,
that I feel because of his unwillingness to write it. Every visit to the hospital
Nikita informed me of his progress in this area. I was very
nice. And from the fact that the diary is being written, and mainly from the fact that
I saw in this Nikitino's desire to help me.
4. I shoveled my professional knowledge, but it seemed to me that for
the time of sitting on parental leave is pretty much all forgotten.
I am sure that when I go to work, I will quickly get into the rhythm.
5. I was pleased to watch the nursing staff. I have not seen such sincerity and goodwill in Moscow for a long time. Even among themselves, they communicate much more benevolently than their Moscow counterparts.
6. I happily parted with three obviously extra pounds.
Now I am absolutely sure that this situation was a huge positive in my life!”

Just today there was another amazing story with the renaming.
Andryushka and I arrived at the Tushinskaya platform, intending to go to nature. There, in the forest, a warm meeting awaited us with Safronov's group, with a fire, a game of volleyball and other joys of forest life. It was impossible to be late, because after the train to Manihino, we had to change on the ring road to another train, which runs 4 times a day, in order to get to the designated meeting point.
We arrived at Tushinskaya 15 minutes before departure to buy tickets in advance.
But when I saw the queues at the box office, I realized that it was more than 15 minutes. There were two windows, and there were very, very many who wanted to get out into nature.
Slowly, slowly approaching the treasured window, I glanced at the clock. Now there are 10 minutes left, and we have advanced no more than one and a half meters. And I also promised the child an interesting magazine before the train left. But so far I didn’t even have to dream about it - I would have had time to catch the train.
But here, to my happiness, again, like a magic wand, I remembered renaming. And even somehow not really hoping for a result (well, the queue will not disappear, really ?!), she dreamed up a name: “I am the one who decorates the antlers of the reindeer with curlers” (in general, items such as toothpaste, curlers and other funny things). I repeated this name three times. And suddenly…
I heard: “The connection stopped working at the checkout. All pensioners and beneficiaries are asked to go straight to the turnstiles, they will be let in just like that.” And before my surprised eyes, the queue of 50 people began to disintegrate by itself!, I was the fourth at the window. Pensioners and beneficiaries rushed in a stormy stream to the aforementioned turnstiles, and I calmly bought a ticket, went through the turnstile and slowly chose Andryukha a pretty little magazine.
And more about today:
Hiking in a warm sunny spring forest gave me a wonderful aphorism:
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".

Story from Olya Blinova
Olya's son Nikita had exams for the gymnasium.
Of course, there was a lot of excitement about this and the most serious preparation. Olya did everything she could to help Nikita create a fighting spirit. And the son went to the exam in excellent shape.
The results of the exams were to be known in 4 days. And here Olya's nerves began to fail. As long as she could really influence the results, as long as she could tune in, support her son, there were actions that organized, created constructive employment. But now it was impossible to influence anything. And it turned out to be a difficult test.
Olya told me that when she realized that she was completely unbearable, she remembered the Simoron renaming. And since there was no energy left for creative searches, she decided to take my name from the story with the trolleybus stopper: “I am the one who flies the giant pigtails.” This name marked the beginning of a whole string of names: here is a poster with Khazanov - and please: “I am the one who hazanite”, then “I am the one who pugachet”, “I am the one who dippepelit” (Deep Purple).
Pretty soon Olya got a taste and transformed everything she sees into a construction: I can ... !, for example: “I can taxi!”, “I can junior!”. Turning words into an indefinite verb magically supported her greatly.
Olya confidently walked to the list with the results with the most successful name in terms of impact: “I am the one who is able to fly the results of exams”, “I am the one who flies butterflies in life circumstances”. There was no room for unrest in the mind.
Olya felt a surge of strength and an optimistic attitude.
The results exceeded expectations: 22 points with 16 passes.
Nikita! Congratulations on your admission!!!

History.
Until Andryushka was 3 years old, I didn’t even think about joining the queue for kindergarten, although I repeatedly heard conversations at sandboxes that mothers stood in line while still pregnant. There are few kindergartens, it is very difficult to get a job - it became clear from what they heard. For myself, I decided this: I will get settled easily and without an appointment. This is how I set myself up.
And somehow I go into the studio in the next entrance to find out how they work with children here, and the grandmother, who is waiting for the end of the lesson, gives me information: “Why are you here, you go to a short-stay kindergarten, it is located behind the Patriot (this cinema)".
On a fine spring day, Andryushka and I went in search of a garden. But they didn’t find anything, and those whom we asked along the way shrugged.
A month later, almost in the trolley bus, the aunt again gives us the same information - there is a kindergarten and it is there. It turns out that it is a little further and across the street from the cinema.
And now for the second time we get into the kindergarten, we go to the head, and she says: “Yes, please, come, there are places.” And at the same time he offers to put us in the queue for the garden for a full day. Everything will be done in minutes. Moreover, I call her and ask: “How are you with vaccinations? My unvaccinated." The miracles continue:
She slightly raises her voice and says to me instructively:
— Don't you know that there is a law, on the basis of which kindergartens are required to accept children without vaccinations?
My God, this is happiness.
And in September we go to kindergarten. The teacher is wonderful. Andryushka walks easily and with pleasure.
In the spring, rumors begin to circulate that a new building is being built and our kindergarten will be transferred there together with the head, who will now work only there.
Miracles are told about the kindergarten, that it has a swimming pool, for a full day, developing and all that. I take wings
However, not a single teacher confirms the rumors, and moreover, knowledgeable mothers say that these rumors have been circulating for more than a year and all this is not true.
In the second year, I lead Andryushka in the garden in September and suddenly I see that a teacher was put in our group, who replaced us for one week and who I didn’t like at all because of the way she treated the children. I expected that we would have another, experienced woman, who had a graduate in the spring.
And here on you.
In cases where it seems to me that I cannot change the course of events, I resort to a tried and tested remedy. Rename. And so, I return home in a trolley bus. The sun is shining, there are few people, it is quiet. And the driver part of the glass is covered with a green film. And the interior of the trolleybus is filled with green light. Beautiful. Unusual. It's like a different reality. Here the name is born by itself: “I am the one who lights the trolley bus with green light.” I mentally imagine my flight through the cabin, filled with a green glow. All this in silence and as if the city froze outside the window, like a cat under the sun's rays.
The name transforms my state. I feel a surge of faith that everything will work out for the best.
Over the next week, it turns out that the new teacher is a very nice woman, she doesn’t interfere with children’s lives, she doesn’t swear, she’s calm. It can be seen then, last year she was overwhelmed by an unexpected load - when she was given our entire group.
Andrew likes her. By winter, however, it is changed to another, but we are even a little sorry to leave. The other one is also wonderful, somewhat more active.
Rumors about a new building appear and disappear. I get used to these bursts and do not react to them. And I repeat the name to myself just in case.
And here is the climax.
In May, we are announced that everyone who is on the waiting list and has a desire is moving to a new kindergarten with a swimming pool, a speech therapist, English, an excellent gym and other amenities. It's done!
The garden is large, three floors, 12 groups. From the outside it looks like a Dutch style house. White with wooden brown crosshairs on the facade, with pointed turrets, with a red tiled roof. The teaching staff is strong.
By spring, Andryushka is already swimming in the pool like a fish, however, in armlets. But if you consider that before the new garden he did not dare to go into the pool deeper than his knees, this is progress. The speech therapist gives him the letter "p" (free of charge). In general, miracles!
Thus, without initially signing up for any queues (the fact that the manager herself wrote me down when she received Andryushka does not count, because it was done at the same time as the admission procedure to the kindergarten) ended up in an excellent garden for a full day without any money offerings. Isn't it a miracle?

One of my favorite stories.
Once, during the trainings on Simoronautics, I came up with a renaming about one problematic situation: I am the one who gives pink rabbit ears. I approached the matter responsibly. She made ears out of cardboard and satin. Honestly put them to her head, jumped up and said the name. The name worked well. The problem was dissolving right before our eyes. While riding the subway, I gave ears (mentally, of course) to everyone in a row, but bald men were especially in need of such a gift. Their ears were decorated and gave a cheerful look. I imagined how they enter the car and lower their ears so as not to touch the top bar. It was very funny, and along the way, small problems were resolved under this name.
So, just at that time, a friend from Stavropol calls me (and she works in Pepsi-Cola, in a regional branch) and says: that Pepsi-Cola centers in the regions are closed, and they are already directly told about the upcoming dismissal. And she asks me:
Think of something, you're always learning something new.
Here I offer her:
- And you take my name, it is strong, it helped me perfectly.
Am I the one who gives bald men pink bunny ears? Oh, that will do.
And so 2 weeks pass. Olya calls and happily declares:
- Tatyana!!! You have no idea!
And says:
- Here is how it was. Right at work, I began to leaf through magazines Business people, there are a lot of bald people there, cut out ears from pink paper with a sticky edge and sat gluing them all day. The head of the department comes in. Looks bewildered.
— What are you doing?
“I put pink ears on bald men, don’t you see.
“So we’ll all be fired soon, doesn’t it matter to you?”
No, it's just more interesting.
And a few days later, the leadership from Moscow lowered the decision: leave the Stavropol branch, and put Olya in the place of the head of the department.

Thu 19 Mar 2009

Today, on the way to Serebryany Bor in the morning, I saw a traffic jam in the oncoming lane and at first I was upset that it would take me a long time to get back, but then I remembered about the renaming and looked for something interesting with my eyes. Found. It was a staircase from the roofs (this is the design of the house) as if leading to a helipad. My imagination drew me a giant, with pigtails on his head, which rotated like a screw, thanks to which the giant rose into the air and was very happy about it. A name was born: I am the one who flies the giant pigtails. The name inspired me and as usual I began to pronounce it to myself from time to time.
On the way back, the traffic jam disappeared! (and yesterday by this time it still remained in all its glory, but I did not rename it). And I rushed home in 15 minutes! And the traffic jam did begin, but exactly from the place where my trolleybus is already safely turning off Mnevniki to my stop!

The one that lies under the umbrella

One of my friend's father was taken to the hospital with a diagnosis of kidney cancer. I decided that I needed to pretend, otherwise something is clearly not right here! The first thing I did was to write “Uncle Oleg’s illness” on paper and send it to the freezer (an old Simoron ritual).

How do we cure a cold?

My beauty fell ill, she caught a cold. Let's get intensively treated, things got better and then the second wave of runny nose, cough, the temperature rises again, we cancel it, but the infection is not canceled !!!

The story of Anna Vlasova

On the second February, the wonderful Simoron host had a small holiday. 8 years since she held her first training. We want to congratulate her from the bottom of our hearts. And a short story about the creative path.

Ritual of Siberian health

A friend drove off to Spain, asked to look after her flowers, apartment, etc. In my next “watch”, I found that one flower still gives up. I watered it, sprinkled it, bought special vitamins for flowers (!!!), talked to him, asked, etc. And he bends, and that's it!

A trip for pleasant experiences.

Yesterday I went for the first time to my teacher in the children's theater studio. I learned that for about 5 years she had been bedridden with a spinal injury, she had no close relatives, her cousins ​​did not take care of her. Etc., Not a very funny story.

Pure water magic spy

My beloved wizards, I'm bursting to tell one of the many funny stories that happened to me before the new year! Having mastered the theory of magic, I try to apply it everywhere and everywhere, just for fun .... It has become my way of life. I am especially pleased if someone turns on, wedged into my game, by accident or not! Such courage is obtained then! So…

Magic Hedgehogs or Police Dinner

We performed rituals with Tanya Talented .. we decided to do the last task from the Course, the rituals invented for us .. Tanya made a jar of money, I made hedgehogs with magic needles for my cub, so that all unnecessary jambs from his life would go away ..

Simoron is a fun school of magic, the use of which helps to get rid of internal tension and teaches you to attract into your life what you dream about. In fact, simoron acts as a method of psychological unloading and loading, which is based on a creative worldview and on games that can be both successful and not very successful.

The word "simoron" has no translation, it's just an invented turn that reflects the main meaning of this technique: you should always look at life openly, cheerfully, a little childishly.

This method was founded in 1988. Director Pyotr Burlan and actress Pyotr Burlan, who lived in Kyiv, can be named as its inventors.

But if you want the Simoron technique to work for you, you need to take it as seriously as possible, even if it seems absurd to you. It is also important to use your imagination to the maximum in the process of performing Simoron rituals.

Simoron is based on humor and positive emotions. Thanks to them, a person unconsciously liberates himself and focuses on the positive aspects, while the negative ones go by the wayside for him.

There are several basic simoron techniques that are usually offered to beginners, namely:

• technique of Yakatny translations;
• soaring technique;
• dance technique;
• name change technique;
• thanksgiving.

Soaring technique

True adherents of Simoron know that everything that happens to us depends only on our position in life. So, if you regularly worry about something, very soon your experiences will become a reality. Therefore, it is so important to be able to set yourself up "in the right way."

The soaring technique lies in the fact that a person harmoniously relates to what happens to him. He has sufficient confidence in his abilities and abilities and believes that everything will be fine.

How to get into this amazing state of soaring? To do this, you should resurrect in your memory a moment from your past when you felt the maximum confidence in your abilities. At the same time, the nature of the situation does not matter - it can be your sporting achievement from the past or receiving your first salary.

It lies in the fact that you will need to completely abandon what is happening to you and take on the image of another person. Technique is very similar to acting.

So, if you need to attend any important event, you will need to get rid of all prejudices and prejudices and forget about who you really are for a while.

But first, be sure to put yourself in a state of soaring. Then resurrect in memory the image of the person who impresses you the most. For example, if you need to go on a romantic date, you can imagine yourself as a famous movie star. And if you have an interview scheduled - imagine that you have super-outstanding abilities and no one can confuse you right now.

Yakatny transfers technique

When you find yourself in any situation, it is quite difficult for you to objectively assess the real state of affairs. But you can do this if you evaluate the situation from the perspective of another person. To do this, you will need to stand in his place. Of course, when you are overwhelmed with negative emotions inside, it will not be easy to do this. This is where the pitting technique of Simoron will come to the rescue.

It is carried out according to the following scheme:

1. You are completely alone.
2. Take a blank white sheet and describe the essence of the problem on it. If the situation is conflicting, you can record it as a dialogue. It is important to be as detailed as possible.
3. When you write the story, change all the characters that are involved in it to the pronoun "I".
4. Now read the resulting text aloud expressively.

The point of the technique is that when you read, you will understand who was really wrong and what is the true essence of the problem. You begin to perceive reality more objectively, and thanks to the absurdity of the situation, you will be able to get rid of negative emotions and experiences.

thanksgiving technique

It is recommended to resort to this technique in cases where it is not possible to avoid any unpleasant event. It can be of any nature - visiting a doctor, participating in some kind of meeting, public speaking, and so on.

Before an unpleasant event occurs, in your thoughts turn with gratitude to a specific person or situation. Indicate at the same time what terrible consequences it will save you from. Try to sincerely believe in what is written.

Simoron dance technique

Also very popular. With its help, you can achieve some goal. And choreographic skills in this matter do not play a significant role. You just need to feel your body as much as possible, get rid of any thoughts and completely relax. You can even do without music.

Achieve a state of soaring and stop controlling your body - let it move at will. The meaning of the technique lies in the fact that you need to correlate a specific desire to each dance.

Now you know what simoron is, and you can test its technique in your life. The main thing is to take all Simoron rituals with all seriousness, and not as fun, and practice them regularly.

Also watch a video on this topic:

"! Today I want to tell a real story about how personally Simoron helped me. From time to time we return to this topic, because it is a well-deserved way to solve problems and fulfill your own. This story is almost twenty years old from my pedagogical activity. No one had heard of Simoron then. There were no books on the shelves of similar subjects, the Internet too. Everyone dealt with their problems on their own. Even psychologists were not in every school at that time. But we are lucky. An amazing person worked with us - Roza Rakhmanovna. Thanks to her non-standard advice, one day I got out of a very unpleasant situation.

A new school year has begun - the third in my life. A young specialist, of course, but not the first day as a teacher. For the first two years, I was just crazy (sorry, but this is the most appropriate word) from my work. I enjoyed preparing for the lessons, learning something interesting myself and, most of all, communicating with the children. I just flew to school!

When, right from October of the new school year, I began to feel extremely tired after each working day, I decided that the reason for this was the first graders (it is always especially difficult with them). I, in the truest sense of the word, could hardly crawl home, immediately went to bed, in the evening with a broken head I tried to do something around the house, and in the morning, not at all rested, I went to work without desire.

On the advice of my mother, I went to the doctor, underwent an examination, but found nothing terrible. In short, by the New Year I brought myself to the limit. I began to analyze, observe myself and, believe me, one day I came to this conclusion: my mood and condition deteriorate sharply when I communicate with one of my students. A pretty little girl of seven years annoyed me for any reason. I shamed myself, and scolded, and convinced, and gave my word of honor that I would not be angry. But a new day came and nothing changed.

Once I shared my problem with a psychologist. Do you know what she advised me? Do not believe! Something like this: “In the morning, as soon as this child appears in the classroom, mentally seat him. Do not close the jar, but put it on the cabinet. So she will not interfere with you, but everything will be seen and heard. I must have had such an idiotic expression on my face that Roza Rakhmanovna laughed. I expected to hear anything but this. But I took the advice.

The next day, she did as she was told. By the middle of the lesson, the girl raised her hand and asked to go to the toilet. Returning to class, she said that she was sick. I sent her to the first-aid post, and she herself, frightened, ran to a psychologist. “Now wait for your mother to come. Be ready for claims, insults, disassembly, complaints. If you want to transfer to another class, don’t keep it, ”she added. To say I was shocked is an understatement.

By the end of the fourth lesson, my mother really (!) came, although no one had met the girl after class until that day. True, to say, there were no claims, let alone insults, on her part. Mom came to find out about her daughter's studies and behavior. She asked everything thoroughly, looked into the notebooks and the journal, and left. As soon as the door closed behind her, I sank into a chair exhausted.

Then I sat in Rosa Rakhmanovna's office, drank and listened to her most entertaining story about energy vampirism, and how mothers can take energy from others through their children. Of course, I had heard about all these passions before, but I perceived nothing more than fantasy. And those