“Only crows fly in flocks,” Svetlana Vladimirovna told me when I was enthusiastically sharing my impressions of a trip to a Simoron seminar.
But I needed a flock, and I found one 😉
In July, Anya and I went to a summer festival near Samara. We lived in wooden cabins. During the day — classes, yoga, dancing with Guy. In the evening — gatherings around the campfire.
That’s when it became clear that when all topics of conversation are exhausted, Alena starts talking — and she has something to say!!!
📍 At this camp near Samara, I went through my first (and last) Reiki initiation, receiving my personal symbol. And my master, Inga Malikova, became my friend for many years.
📍 At this festival, I met Lev Teternikov, who led workshops on tantric practices.
(Guess where my next trip was? To his tantric seminar at Kazantip, in Crimea 🤣)
Photo from a festival near Samara, 2006I remember how about 20 of “our” people randomly met at the Samara train station.
What should we do? Let’s dance!
We lined up in rows in the biggest hall and started performing the “choo-choo” — a practice that Gai gave us.
When we finished the dance, a police officer came over and said we were disturbing public order… 🤣🤣🤣
What I was shy to do in February, by summer I was nailing it… Progress!
📍 Then there was Padre’s training in St. Petersburg. His first independent Simoron training. We decided to support him and rushed to St. Petersburg, where at that time the coolest club of “dancing wizards” existed.
During Padre’s drum meditation, something released in my left heel, an old block left in my left — feminine — side. Yes!
And the year of Simoron ended with the winter festival in Komarovo.
2007 was less packed with trips: I periodically went to Moscow to dance with Gayavata, and went to Simoron rituals with Lissa Mussa.
But the main discovery of 2007 was the summer festival in St. Petersburg.
🔥 One night, wandering through the empty corridors of the retreat center, I stumbled upon a guy who asked me: What can you share with me?
In literally 2 hours of conversation, he literally “read” my entire esoteric worldview off of me.
I would start a thought, and he would finish it… I was in shock.
🔥 I was even more shocked when, during Gai’s zikrs, having lost my voice from overly active singing, I stood in the circle of dancers silent, with no voice.
And then I saw my body split into right and left sides as a glowing band, masculine and feminine. And each of them was autonomous. Long live the masculine and feminine!
🔥 A little later, I felt the vibration of my chakras. I ran around the whole hall asking people to touch my solar plexus — was this my personal hallucination or had my chakras really turned on? 🤣
By the way, that’s where I came up with chakra gymnastics — I really wanted to feel all the chakras in my body, not just the first 3?!
🔥🔥🔥 But the coolest event was meeting my twin flame.
Right at the end of the festival, a guy came up to me and said, I know I came here to meet you. Do you happen to know why?
Naturally, I was completely bewildered.
We spent the last two days inseparable. We were drawn to each other like a magnet. And no, this isn’t about romance and love, if anyone thought that…
Everything that could intensify, intensified:
🔹 Sasha was a seer, and suddenly my vision sharply turned on. Images flashed before my eyes that were hardly connected to earthly civilizations.
🔹 We spontaneously came up with a practice to activate the unused resources of both brain hemispheres.
We had no doubt that a powerful activation of abilities had occurred for each of us.
🔹 But the most impressive and memorable for me personally was the descent of my higher aspects into my body.
I sat on my mat, swaying from side to side, tears streaming down, such a universal sadness came over me… as if something enormous was transmitting its feelings into my tiny body.
My twin and I stayed in contact for about six months. Me in Oryol, him in St. Petersburg.
And then we disagreed: he was fine with his slow, comfortable life, while I wanted to make everyone on this little planet happy 🤣
Honestly, it was hard for me to accept that each of us would move in our own direction — together we could have achieved so much more!
For the same reason, my paths diverged from my “fellow wizards” — everyone liked “hanging out in the pack,” but few dared to radically change their lives?!
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