degradation and triumph is equal to two days off.
During the week, I met with my children. They cheated me out of money, as usual. When you are “dad for the weekend” – this is quite normal. The eldest son, at the age of fifteen, asked me for money for a gift to a girl. He had a girlfriend, even. Well, my daughter, at the age of ten, asked for money for cosmetics.
– I don’t understand. You’re only ten! What kind of cosmetics?
– Dad! All the girls in the class have their own makeup bag for a long time! Don’t be like mother!
– Daughter, you are very beautiful! You don’t need makeup!
– So you won’t give me any money? You’re like a mother!
– Do not compare me to her, – I said, pulling the money out of my purse and handing it to her.
– Dad, you just don’t tell a mother about the girl, or she will torment me with questions and begin to teach, – following the daughter, the son began to build a contractual relationship with me.
– Are you afraid to tell her? But she’s your mother!
– She’ll say I’m just like you! After all, I broke up with a girl a month ago, and now I have another one.
I literally opened my eyes wide. How difficult it is for a parent to see their children grow up. I understood that Kostya was no longer a child, but two girls in a month were cool even for me. Either I’m getting old or I don’t understand anything about life. Where are my fifteen years?
At the end of one working day, the office door opened and Vita came in. She didn’t have an appointment, but she came at exactly the right time, because the patient was canceled at that time. It had been three weeks since we’d last met.
– Maestro, good morning! Not waiting for? And I as an uninvited guest who is better than a Tartar! – she beamed.
– Worse than a Tartar, – I corrected her sullenly, but at the same time I was glad to see her.
– That’s what I said.
– Yes, of course.
– I have an idea. If you have time, we can do something, – she said with a wink.
Her idea was to find the object I had hidden while blindfolded. It’s an interesting idea, but she blindfolded will be more desirable. Still, I prepared everything for her whim, and we started. For some reason, I didn’t want to say no to her. I laid out geometric shapes on the table: a square, a ball, and a triangular pyramid. Then he stood behind her and blindfolded her, then took her left hand in my right and told her mentally to take the ball. Blindfolded, Vita picked up each item in turn, and then had to make a choice. Ten minutes passed, and she stood and hesitated, and I could see that she wanted to touch the triangular pyramid. Her hand touched the pyramid, and then abruptly changed the motion. And now she was holding the ball in her hand! Commendable! Having made her choice, Vita removed the blindfold from her eyes, walked over to me, and stood on tiptoe. Holding the ball in her hand, she raised it to the level of my eyes and pointed at it with a smile of triumph.
– Maestro, am I right?
– You guessed it, – I did not hide my surprise and pride. Usually patients guess four times, and she guesses the first time.
– In that case, I deserve a prize! – her eyes shone with self-pride.
I kissed her. Involuntarily, Vita let out a groan that defined everything. And now it’s done. When I came to myself, I saw that Vita was already dressing. Everything happened quickly, rudely, passionately. I suddenly found myself apologizing to her for what had happened. A few minutes later, as if on schedule, there was a knock on the door to announce that the next patient had arrived. Vita smoothed her hair, said a dry goodbye, and quickly left the office.
In the evening, when I got home, I tried to make sense of what had happened. I often have casual sex, in my life this is more the norm than the exception. I have also slept with patients, but usually they took the initiative and I was relieved of all responsibility. But in this case, I took responsibility.
During the next few days, we corresponded with Vita, and I suggested her to meet.
Walking in the park, we enjoyed the beautiful warm summer weather. She was wearing a light white dress, and she looked innocent.
– At what stage is your research?
– I’m analyzing the information. The connection between pyramids and DNA clearly exists. Pyramids are not just an encyclopedia of knowledge, astronomical observatories, a time machine, or a solar-lunar calendar. It’s a DNA repository, and I’m sure of it now. The pyramids in Egypt are a kind of “Egypt – Sirius” flight. But, in addition to Egyptian pyramids, there are many other similar structures in the world. Mexico, Guatemala, Peru, Great Britain, Easter Island, Tibet, Japan, The United States, Australia, China, Ukraine, and Russia – there are pyramids everywhere. I’m already silent about the underwater pyramids at the bottom of the Bermuda triangle, which were discovered only in 1948! There’s a lot we don’t know. And, most likely, there are still pyramids that have not been found yet! Perhaps if you unravel the pattern they were built on, you can find all the others. When I imagine that people all over the planet, without any means of communication with each other, somehow built them, I get wild with delight! This is a real egregor! Although it is possible that early civilizations could communicate telepathically. That explains a lot, then. And if I’m right, it turns out that our existence has a secret meaning. This means that man did not appear on our planet by accident.
– Are there pyramids in Russia too? I’ve never heard of them.
– Yes, there are two mountains in Primorye: a Brother and a Sister. Initially, they were almost the same height, but in Stalin’s time, the Brother was shortened – blown up, perhaps trying to get to the inner chambers. All that could be found were the remains of ancient rooms.
– Why did you decide to use hypnosis?
– Because I feel a lot, but I can’t explain it. I look for answers everywhere and follow more than logic. In lectures we are often told to rely on logic. In recent times, logic has put me in a corner where there’s no lighting, if you know what I mean. We don’t know much exactly, because we always include logic, but it also becomes our basic prejudice. To study DNA you need something more than human thinking, you have to go beyond it. So what if our DNA is a navigation system that tells us where to go? Our entire evolution is a navigational journey. As in any navigator the DNA has its own settings, and we plot the road from a specific location to the end point. It is true that questions arise: where and when was the beginning of the path? And when and where, in this case, will the end point be? Is there an end point at all? I want to know how you can change these settings and create your own route.
– That’s what genetic engineering is for.
– I mean there must be a way to change the settings without interfering in the body!
– We’ll invent something.
I listened to her and thought that her words sounded like nonsense, but I didn’t dare tell her that she was
