From the author: In my life I have seen many such intuitions and intuitives, so proudly declaring that everything is clear to them with people at first sight. “Intuition is the voice of God,” I read the other day. As said! Wah! Likes and thanks immediately poured in. Still would. Finally they explained what it is. But I felt somehow offended for God. Intuition is the voice of God... Is it worth blaming everything on God? You make the decision yourself, and you are responsible for it. Remember how many times your intuition deceived you? How many times have you immediately turned the shafts and disappeared into the fog without checking to see if she was right? Yes, and why check if you believed her and followed her. People often make decisions intuitively. Why are there so many unfortunate people around... This is what happens if you think seriously about the subject of my reflection today for at least a minute. To make the conversation more concrete, I will give an example from my own life. It will be both more fun and clearer. Once they invited me to the TV show “Let’s Get Married” as a kunak. This role is usually played by friends, acquaintances, co-workers and other acquaintances of the bride or groom. I sit peacefully on the main channel of the country and quietly rejoice that no one asks me anything. And I’m happy because television is the worst place to voice your own thoughts, unless you are the president of the country or, at worst, the director of the channel. They'll cut you off mid-sentence. They will cut out what they need. And the fact that it later makes you look like a complete idiot doesn’t matter to anyone. I basked under the spotlights for about twenty minutes before, as prescribed by the script, they asked me some question, which they didn’t really give me an answer to. They are too lazy to listen to the end. They get tired of people. Several programs are filmed per day. They also called me an old libertine, apparently based on my gray head. From the very first seconds of filming, I had the feeling that the presenter, L. Guzeeva, was clear with me. Can you guess why? That's right, intuition. In this case, hers. In my life I have seen many such intuitives and intuitions, so proudly declaring that everything is clear to them with people at first sight. After twenty years of studying psychology and counseling and since I was twenty-five, little is clear to me. Just assumptions. And to them from the first. I have long weaned myself from being offended. Especially for such trifles. I’m sitting again, forgotten by everyone, listening to the confessions of the brides and wondering who really has designs on the groom, and who has come to appear on the big screen. Naturally, I look at the young ladies closely. Fortunately, they are looking more and more at the presenters. And here, during the break between the changing of brides, I receive the attention of the host for the second and last time. And she says to me: “You followed the girl with such a devouring gaze.” “It seemed to you,” I answer in the most polite tone. - No. It didn't seem like it. I haven’t thought of anything for a long time!!! Why do you think she was so sure of this? Right. Her intuition told her. And now about what actually happened. The young lady was not my type at all. Totally. In addition, I had been in moderate depression for three months now. And in this state, the libido shows almost no signs of life, which allows you to look at women with approximately the same degree of lust with which you look at the trees and bushes along the road. There are beautiful ones. You understand with your mind. But there is zero desire. But that's not all. To moderate my torment, I had been taking a serious antidepressant for the second month, which radically suppressed libido. I didn’t object to the presenter, because I understood perfectly well why she hadn’t thought of anything for a long time. And if he had objected, he would have been immediately labeled a hypocrite. Now, finally, we can return to the main topic. L. Guzeeva’s reinforced concrete confidence was given by intuition. And it was definitely not the voice of God. God would never have flown past the cash register with such a whistle, assessing my current state and casting a glance at the departing young lady. In other words, it was the voice of L. Guzeeva’s subconscious, all the experience he had accumulated over a long life, deposited in15. 01. 2019