Simoron burst into my life when Svetlana Vladimirovna and I had already dissected Zeeland’s “Transurfing of Reality” down to the bone and were actively implementing it into our lives.
I was in a relationship at the time that was supposedly over, but the final dot hadn’t been placed… I felt I needed some kind of push, and that push became an advertisement I came across for a seminar by Papa and Boroda in Moscow.
It was February 2006. The trip cost me the better part of a month’s teacher’s salary 🤦♀️
Before this trip, I had no idea how many complexes I had?!
⭐️ The idea of simoron is built on you defining the changes you desire + writing out a sequence of actions that will lead you to those changes. Moreover, the actions are often playful and unserious.
For example, money is cabbage. To have more money, you need to go to the bank and deposit a huge pile of cabbage into your account (a real case from a St. Petersburg simoronist).
I needed a push for a new life without old limitations. I came up with the idea that I needed to draw a light switch by the door in a subway car — press it, and when the car door opened — step out into my new life without limitations.
It sounds simple. But how much effort did it take for me to do this in plain sight of so many strangers?!
It was important to me what complete strangers thought of me 🙉 Oh dear.
Another revelation was the dhikrs, which were led by Gayavata during the seminar.
⭐️ A dhikr is when all participants sing words in a language unknown to you, following a sequence — sometimes the men, sometimes the women, sometimes everyone together + performing specific dance movements (to distract the mind’s control).
At some point, I realized I was singing along with both the women and the men. And in the dance, I was leading the men, not them leading me?!
My difficult life at that time as a single mother, earning pennies as an English teacher at school, had amplified my masculine part of the invincible warrior, while the feminine part had gotten “lost” somewhere along the way…
Returning home, I wrote out a list for myself of things I would do to awaken my feminine side.
I know everyone is curious about what those actions were 🤣
The most ordinary ones: not dragging my own suitcase but asking strange men to help me (even if the suitcase is light), not being the first to exit transport, letting a man exit first and offer me his hand, staying silent if I disagree with a man — he has the right to his own opinion, etc.
It turned out I had a good, serious theoretical base for managing reality from transurfing, and now the light, humorous tools of simoron were added to it.
⭐️ What I didn’t like: people were given a lot of tools, but they forgot to warn them about the consequences of using them maliciously to cause harm.
When we were composing an intention in verse, one lady formulated it like this: let my tax inspector’s eyes pop out — a wish for direct harm to a person.
Or the dance for meeting love — aimed at a specific person (essentially a love spell).
But it was at this very seminar, in response to the question of who I was, that I declared — a teacher, working my last months and heading into free waters (That wasn’t in my plans).
And yes, in August 2006, I wrote a resignation letter of my own accord. So there!
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