Finally the day of practice arrived. I thought that teachers would gather there and maybe students who would have to go with us to practice. How wrong I was ... It's good that we appeared in our clothes, specially ordered by me for all the girls and for me. I ordered for each member of our detachment clothes resembling a mixture of our army camouflage and goblin. That is, the most suitable for the Great Forest during this period. There is almost no snow here, even in the dead of winter, and the trees here are evergreen. They gradually shed the foliage, replacing it with a growing new one. So we looked very unusual, but very impressive. Each girl had sword hilts behind her back, solid daggers hung on her belt. And the head was covered with khaki bandanas. When we discussed our forest uniforms, I told everyone that face paint was also required for such costumes, and explained to them what it was for and how to properly apply it on the face. The girls looked at each other and announced that they also want to have such cosmetics at their disposal. I was brought in with an alchemist. And I, having explained to him what I need to get in the end, and that this paint should not harm the skin and the health of a reasonable person in general, was made by him in the quantity we needed. All the same, keep it in the warehouse, and not carry it in your pocket. In general, at the training ground, we looked very unusual for this world. Just goblin-valkyries. That's what I'm saying, well prepared. Because not only those intelligent ones that I thought about gathered to watch this lesson, all the students of the Academy gathered at the training ground, as well as Dil, who took with him several of his students, among whom was Aleta. And just before the start, the Emperor arrived with his guards. Here I was surprised. And my girls too. The emperor was also not a little surprised, as our appearance, and the fact that Velesa was part of our detachment. When he saw her in such a dress, his jaw almost dropped. But at last the rector signaled to begin. Well, we started. Yes, I did not tell you one more thing, in that section of the landfill, we created a small area of \u200b\u200bforest, for a greater effect on the look of our clothes. The elves from Likai's escort were able to create the illusion of a forest, and cover the training ground with a thin carpet of grass. Therefore, when the sign "to begin" was given, we amicably lined up in battle formation with side guards and moved through the "forest". Along the way, one girl, then another, released a search weave and, reaching the edge of the Likaya forest, found the enemy hidden, the command “to fight” immediately sounded, in the direction of the discovered enemy, a neutralization weave was sent and the hidden slept. In an instant, everyone saw a hundred silhouettes that outwardly resemble the silhouette of reasonable ones. It was so unexpected that there was an exclamation of surprise and fright in the stands, "Oh" - they exhaled all the air from their lungs in one moment, almost everyone present there was sentient. The girls, on command for battle, scattered on the edge of the edge and lay down in the grass, hiding behind the trees, but I knelt, also leaning on a tree, for a better view of the "battle" field. I gave the command "fire" and the girls had crossbows in their hands, and we opened rapid fire in about a minute, we hit all the targets. And I, having risen to my feet, began to move in dashes towards the suppressed enemy. The girls covered me from attacks with different directions, when I got to forty-five to fifty meters to the targets, I took out three grenades with an enhanced charge and sent them flying along the enemy front. There were three consecutive explosions with fire and roar, an impressive sight. The targets shot from crossbows for the most part remained standing, and did not fall after firing, but after my grenades, almost all of them were either broken or lay on the grass. In general, we threw dust in our eyes noble. After the explosions, twenty guards of my girls ran out to the positions of the enemies. And taking out their swords, they rushed at us, and we, instantly hiding our crossbows, took out our training swords from their scabbards. And took up a circular defense. In general, the spectacle was beautiful, all reasonable watched this battle with open mouths . Our opponents received blow after blow, missing the attacks of the girls. We kept the fight at a decent pace, and stretched it out for twenty minutes. Despite the fact that the guards fought at full strength with their combat swords, and we had training weapons. We were not afraid to get hurt, because we had protection artifacts on us, which all the time were lit up with a pale blue glow. In the end, when there were already few of our opponents left, the command "enemy from the rear" sounded. It was Likaya who discovered Reef crawling up the grass behind us. Reacting instantly, the two girls lined up to fight behind our backs, and we continued the fight back to back, as a result of which all opponents were defeated. The effect of our fight exceeded all my expectations. Dispersed spectators yelled and whistled from the stands, well, yes, our show looked beautiful from the outside. I know that usually the whole battle plan is good only before the start of this fight. And then the war will show the plan. It was almost always like that. We even had a saying, if the battle goes strictly according to plan, then something went wrong, expect a catch from the enemy. Well, today was our holiday. After the fight, the detachment sorted out in pairs and taking a position opposite each other, we began to spar in fencing. Nevertheless, the battle with two swords looks very impressive from the side, from time to time when the opponents retreated from each other, they twisted the mills with their swords and then the audience saw the shields sparkling with a metallic sheen, into which the swords turned at that moment. Finally the fighting was over. And I retired to the far end of the battlefield. The girls took their positions and began to "magic", that is, to launch various weaves at me. Including fireballs, I withstood two such attacks. They burned almost the entire forest and, of course, all the targets that we placed with our weapons. I was hot, very hot, but Lutania poured more than two tons of water on me, and then launched a frost weave at me. My shield withstood all this, and the water and freezing quickly brought down the heat around, and after all, lava was poured under the pit. In general, we did not blunder here either. After we finished the lesson, I put things in order at the training ground, stood in the middle of the training ground, made beautiful passes with my hands, although I didn’t need this at all, and around me the grass, the remnants of the forest, the scorched spot of solidified magma disappeared, the training ground again acquired its usual appearance. And then we went to the stands, where the rector, Dil and, of course, a pleased Illar were waiting for us. I pushed my girls forward, this is their benefit, I have something to do with it. The rector hugged Relay and said something to her excitedly, waving his arms, Illar hugged Veles and also said something to her, sometimes glancing at me. And Dil approached me, but Aleta overtook him, jumping like an antelope on the go and found herself hanging on me, clasping my neck with both hands.
I didn't believe in psychics
I didn't believe in psychics.
Planet Earth, our time.
Retired - that sounds proud! Ugh, and who invented this. Old age is old age. It hurts here, it hurts there, you can’t do this, don’t eat that. Walking is normal and even that is problematic, and even running ... It's not worth talking about running at all. And all this because of the great nervous and physical stress, well, the injuries make themselves felt. I'm well over sixty. And yes, I can say I'm lucky. Many of my comrades have long been lying in the ground. Who remained right on the battlefield, and who later died of wounds. However, I am still alive and it does not bring me great joy. Loneliness, you know, does not contribute good mood . My name is Kirill Vladimirovich Nesterov. As I already said, I am a pensioner, a former colonel I will not say which troops and which department. Today I live in the city of Nske. I am still not traveling and under a non-disclosure agreement. True, I don’t know what else exists today that the intelligence of the World does not know. Wherever we defended the interests of our Motherland, they still found out about us. Whether someone leaked information, whether spies fished it out, but everyone knows about most of our operations. Oh, I'm sorry, not everyone, our people just know very little. He probably signed a non-disclosure agreement. But it is not important. The main thing is that I have nothing to be ashamed of. We destroyed natural scum. They didn’t do mean things, so I really don’t feel behind me, as they say now, jambs. Memories do not torment me, only memories of departed comrades-in-arms stir the soul. So today I am going to go to our place on the river, where we gathered annually on this day. So to speak, a rally of veterans. Who was not on a business trip came to this place every year. We ate kebabs, remembered friends and brother-soldiers. They caught fish, cooked fish soup, and kebabs, washed it down ... Well, who could afford anything, since the next day many had to go to work. Well, today I will most likely be there alone. Three of my last remaining friends in this world could not come, one was in the service, and two for health reasons. These are pies with kittens ... probably soon, and my time will come. I bought groceries at the supermarket yesterday. I didn’t take meat for barbecues, there’s no one to make them for. So, not a lot of potatoes, greens, seasonings for fish soup, a bottle of vodka and a couple of bottles of water and cola. I didn't take a lot of cold cuts, ham and dry sausages. Tea, sugar and disposable tableware are always in my car anyway. So I threw the strap of the backpack over my shoulder, took the fishing rods and went down the elevator down. An elevator at my age is a very useful thing, especially when it works. Near the front door, as always, Nikiforovna warms her bones on a bench. She is ten years older than me. I remember her as a young girl, I was eight and she was eighteen. She always treated me with respect. I always felt that she treats me differently than the rest of the kids. A little more respectful, right? Always called by name and talked like an adult. It happened that he would meet me on the street, sort of by chance, and say: - You go to school today through the alley, do not go along the main street. And I always listened to her, there was a reason. And then I found out that just at the time when I was supposed to go to school, on the road on which I always went to school, an accident happened. The trolleybus, moving away from a collision with a passenger car, drove onto the sidewalk, cut off the high-voltage wires that fell on the sidewalk, and crashed into the stairs, along which people were going up to the bread shop. The result - two wounded and one dead. The one that I listened to what this girl told me, and how beautiful she was. Now, when I left the entrance, all the same eyes were looking at me, only very tired. - Good morning you, Olga Nikiforovna. - And you do not get sick, Kirillushka. What, again gathered for a meeting of veterans? - Yes, Olga Nikiforovna. What, do you feel something? - Yes, that's how I saw you, so my heart sank. It seems that I don’t have the feeling that you will die, but something tells me that we will not see each other again. Maybe you won't go this time. It hurts, I don't feel good. - I can’t help but go, it’s like betraying my own, since I can still move, I have to go and remember the guys. - Well, do as you know, Kirill, you are already a big boy, only now I will say goodbye to you. - She got up from the bench, came up to me, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and crossed me. - Perhaps the time has come ... - she said unexpectedly. “You know that I have looked after you all my life. It probably was main task in my life, and I did my job well. Farewell, Cyril. Can you refuse? - I can't, Olya, I can't. Just in case, goodbye, but I think we'll see you again today, I'm going without an overnight stay. I want to go back tonight. - Oh, I don't feel good, Cyril. But, as you know, it's probably fate. Goodbye. - She hunched over, tears welled up in her eyes, turning her back to me, she, no longer turning around, went to the entrance, going to her home. Well, I carried mine, for me it’s not so easy to carry in the car. I have a good car for trips to nature, hunting and fishing, although it is far from being a new Mitsubishi Pajero. Parquet all-terrain vehicle, as it is also called. But I don’t climb into a dense swamp, but along the crossroads, he runs very well anyway. So I got to my rock without any problems. Here it is our place. River, one name. So, the stream is not wide, about twelve meters, but the depth in this place is three and a half meters - four and there are fish, more than once I took catfish, bream, carp and even pike here. On the contrary, right next to the shore, a high rock sticks out of the ground, probably basalt, it is twenty meters wide and about twenty-five high. Such a cliff, slightly covered with earth deposits, in some places strongly cracked from time and, probably, from natural disasters. There were none of us today, as expected, so I drove the car right to the shore, opened the tailgate, took out fishing rods, a high chair and got ready to fish. If even today there is no bite, then after dinner I will be going home, only I will remember my own. The time is still early, the sun has just begun to warm up. I threw my fishing rods, picked up the bells and, relaxing, began to wait for a bite. Today is definitely not my day, for half an hour there was never even a bite. Only I wanted to get up and take from the car gas burner and boil water for tea, as felt light tremors. Five - six shocks and everything seems to have calmed down, only the earth is crumbling from the cliff. It's quiet, like the silence before the storm. A minute later, a rumble was heard and it came from the ground. Push. Wow! That's five or six points. Another push, and I notice how, on the opposite bank, soil begins to crumble from the cliff, which has gathered there over the centuries that this rock has stood here. Another push, only stronger, nearly threw me off my chair. A whole layer of soil crawled from the cliff. What else is this? Something flashed in this layer of earth. - Here are those times! - I just had time to think. In that glittering object, I recognized a slightly rusted, but still intact, unexploded mine from a German six-barreled mortar. Nikiforovna's warning flashed through my mind instantly. I tried to turn my back to the rock and fall to the ground, and at that moment I heard an explosion and, at the same time, a sharp pain pierced me, and then darkness.
Igor Kozyrev
I didn't believe in psychics
Planet Earth, our time.
Retired - that sounds proud! Ugh, and who invented this. Old age is old age. It hurts here, it hurts there, you can’t do this, don’t eat that. Walking is normal and even that is problematic, and even running ... It’s not worth talking about running at all. And all this because of the great nervous and physical stress, well, the injuries make themselves felt. I'm well over sixty. And yes, I can say I'm lucky. Many of my comrades have long been lying in the ground. Who remained right on the battlefield, and who later died of wounds. However, I am still alive and it does not bring me great joy. Loneliness, you know, does not contribute to a good mood. My name is Kirill Vladimirovich Nesterov. As I already said, I am a pensioner, a former colonel I will not say which troops and which department. Today I live in the city of Nske. I am still not traveling and under a non-disclosure agreement. True, I don’t know what else exists today that the intelligence of the World does not know. Wherever we defended the interests of our Motherland, they still found out about us. Whether someone leaked information, whether spies fished it out, but everyone knows about most of our operations. Oh, I'm sorry, not everyone, our people just know very little. He probably signed a non-disclosure agreement. But it is not important. The main thing is that I have nothing to be ashamed of. We destroyed natural scum. They didn’t do mean things, so I really don’t feel behind me, as they say now, jambs. Memories do not torment me, only memories of departed comrades-in-arms stir the soul. So today I am going to go to our place on the river, where we gathered annually on this day. So to speak, a rally of veterans. Who was not on a business trip came to this place every year. We ate kebabs, remembered friends and brother-soldiers. They caught fish, cooked fish soup, and kebabs, washed down ... Well, who could afford anything, since the next day many had to go to work. Well, today I will most likely be there alone. Three of my last remaining friends in this world could not come, one was in the service, and two for health reasons. These are pies with kittens ... probably soon, and my time will come.
I bought groceries at the supermarket yesterday. I didn’t take meat for barbecues, there’s no one to make them for. So, not a lot of potatoes, greens, seasonings for fish soup, a bottle of vodka and a couple of bottles of water and cola. I didn't take a lot of cold cuts, ham and dry sausages. Tea, sugar and disposable tableware are always in my car anyway. So I threw the strap of the backpack over my shoulder, took the fishing rods and went down the elevator down. An elevator at my age is a very useful thing, especially when it works. Near the front door, as always, Nikiforovna warms her bones on a bench. She is ten years older than me. I remember her as a young girl, I was eight and she was eighteen. She always treated me with respect. I always felt that she treats me differently than the rest of the kids. A little more respectful, right? Always called by name and talked like an adult. It happened that he would meet me on the street, sort of by chance, and say: - You go to school today through the alley, do not go along the main street. And I always listened to her, there was a reason. And then I found out that just at the time when I was supposed to go to school, on the road on which I always went to school, an accident happened. The trolleybus, moving away from a collision with a passenger car, drove onto the sidewalk, cut off the high-voltage wires that fell on the sidewalk, and crashed into the stairs, along which people were going up to the bread shop. The result - two wounded and one dead. The one that I listened to what this girl told me, and how beautiful she was. Now, when I left the entrance, all the same eyes were looking at me, only very tired.
Good morning to you, Olga Nikiforovna.
And you don't get sick, Kirillushka. What, again gathered for a meeting of veterans?
Yes, Olga Nikiforovna. What, do you feel something?
Yes, that's how I saw you, so my heart sank. It seems that I don’t have the feeling that you will die, but something tells me that we will not see each other again. Maybe you won't go this time. It hurts, I don't feel good.
I can’t help but go, it’s like betraying my own, since I can still move, I have to go and remember the guys.
Well, do as you know, Kirill, you are already a big boy, only now I will say goodbye to you. - She got up from the bench, came up to me, hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and crossed me.
Probably the time has come ... - she said unexpectedly. “You know that I have looked after you all my life. This, probably, was the main task in my life, and I did my task well. Farewell, Cyril. Can you refuse?
I can't, Olya, I can't. Just in case, goodbye, but I think we'll see you again today, I'm going without an overnight stay. I want to go back tonight.
Oh, I don't have a good feeling, Cyril. But, as you know, it's probably fate. Goodbye. - She hunched over, tears welled up in her eyes, turning her back to me, she, no longer turning around, went to the entrance, going to her home.
Well, I carried mine, for me it’s not so easy to carry in the car. My car is good for trips to nature, hunting and fishing, although it is far from being a new Mitsubishi Pajero. Parquet all-terrain vehicle, as it is also called. But I don’t climb into a dense swamp, but along the crossroads, he runs very well anyway. So I got to my rock without any problems. Here it is our place. River, one name. So, the stream is not wide, about twelve meters, but the depth in this place is three and a half meters - four and there are fish, more than once I took catfish, bream, carp and even pike here. On the contrary, right next to the shore, a high rock sticks out of the ground, probably basalt, it is twenty meters wide and about twenty-five high. Such a cliff, slightly covered with earth deposits, in some places strongly cracked from time and, probably, from natural disasters.
There were none of us today, as expected, so I drove the car right to the shore, opened the tailgate, took out fishing rods, a high chair and got ready to fish. If even today there is no bite, then after dinner I will be going home, only I will remember my own. The time is still early, the sun has just begun to warm up. I threw my fishing rods, picked up the bells and, relaxing, began to wait for a bite. Today is definitely not my day, for half an hour there was never even a bite. I was just about to get up and take a gas burner from the car and boil water for tea, when I felt slight jolts. Five - six shocks and everything seems to have calmed down, only the earth is crumbling from the cliff. It's quiet, like the silence before the storm. A minute later, a rumble was heard and it came from the ground. Push. Wow! That's five or six points. Another push, and I notice how, on the opposite bank, soil begins to crumble from the cliff, which has gathered there over the centuries that this rock has stood here. Another push, only stronger, nearly threw me off my chair. A whole layer of soil crawled from the cliff. What else is this? Something flashed in this layer of earth.
Here are those times! - I just had time to think. In that glittering object, I recognized a slightly rusted, but still intact, unexploded mine from a German six-barreled mortar. Nikiforovna's warning flashed through my mind instantly. I tried to turn my back to the rock and fall to the ground, and at that moment I heard an explosion and, at the same time, a sharp pain pierced me, and then darkness.
It is not known where and when ...
I woke up and saw some kind of transparent cover being lifted. I don't understand where I am. The last seconds before losing consciousness I remembered well. An earthquake, a rock, a mine... a mine... Hmm, this must be a hospital, an intensive care unit. Although no, we do not have such ceilings. The light in the room came from the ceiling, but I did not see the lamps. The light came from the ceiling panels themselves. It's strange, maybe it's some kind of new hospital, although I don't remember such a one being built somewhere not far away. Yes, and I am in some strange vessel, either a sarcophagus, or some kind of capsule.
Actress and TV presenter Ekaterina Volkova has never told anyone that she believes in extrasensory perception.
I must admit that I have always watched with interest series about supernatural phenomena, programs about psychics. However, I perceived such shows as a show until I met one amazing woman.
Recently I was sitting in a dressing room-van, and one of the participants in the "Battle of Psychics" went there. There were cross-shoots on set that day, so we crossed paths by accident. She rummaged through her bag and, without looking at me, suddenly said: “Don’t be afraid, your friend will give birth today, everything will be fine with the baby.” My jaw dropped. The fact is that by that time I had been worried for several days about loved one- she was in a position and, as they say, walked around. I did not share this information with anyone on the site. “Psychics seem like magicians and sorcerers to me,” I said. “Every person has the potential to see and hear,” the woman answered, and as proof, she conducted an experiment with me. She drew a geometric figure on a piece of paper and invited me to guess what is depicted there, with my eyes closed. I managed!
“Do you know in what case a person is able to jump over a high fence? Only a moment before the dog digs into his ass,” she added. I thought about her words, and, I confess, it helped me make a decision that had not been given for a long time. After such an unusual acquaintance, I realized that psychics are not needed at all in order to predict the future. They help to decide if it is difficult to make a choice. When I, closing my eyes, guessed that geometric figure, I concentrated and named the first thing that came to mind. Intuition is developed in each of us - you need to listen to yourself, and then everything will be great!
Recorded by Olga Maksimova
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I watched all seasons of the Battle of psychics. And if I unconditionally believed in the first seasons (due to age and naivety, apparently), then I watch the last seasons as an ordinary entertainment show. Well, do we watch TV shows about vampires, sorcerers, ghosts, etc.? Why not watch this. Fascinating, people try, come up with.
No, I do not deny that there are people with abilities. There is also mysticism (casting, etc.). But this show has completely slipped into a SHOW (in a bad sense of the word).Surely, in the first seasons there were people with abilities. They didn't talk that much, they didn't put "epic" music on their words, but then people watched, because it was a curiosity - psychics.
Now the earnings of the Battle are rapidly flying down (this can be understood by the number of votes sent in the final of each season. Previously, there were tens of thousands more), as a result of which you have to come up with scenarios that are cooler than House 2.
There are already in every season and couples in love:
Both actors and models. Instances are more shocking and shocking.
And the ability, the ability! They already calmly call the names of all dead relatives up to the seventh generation.
As a naive person, I wanted to believe until the very end that there was honesty in this program. After all, basically, people come there with their misfortune. And I really don’t want to realize that they are profiting from their misfortune. But season after season, more and more new facts emerge, a sea of inconsistencies...
I recall the test with Buzova, where she was cut off a tuft of hair extensions (that is, in fact, someone else's hair), according to which psychics decomposed her whole life (with laudatory odes, of course).
Or the words of Marilyn Kerro, where she claims to know the death dates of all the people she meets on her way. Like, above the head the numbers glow. And already in the 16th season, she talks about the unexpected death of a loved one. But since you see the dates of death, how can it be unexpected?
In general, there are many examples.
As well as the fact that each season everyone starts off well, and the most beloved characters get to the finale, while the rest slide into shameful results.
I don’t want to go through the tests, what can I say about them, you already saw them, but you can and even need to go through the revealing articles / videos. Indeed, after watching this program, many people unconditionally believe psychics, attribute fabulous amounts to them ... It's better to open your eyes in advance and take a sensible look at the situation.
Let's talk about the brightest participants of recent seasons.
Pahom. Or "Green Elephant". Or a fool. Or an actor. Or an artist. Call it what you want.
He made noise with his shocking - ah-ah-ah! Came brightly, gone brightly. He does not conduct receptions, he started and finished extrasensory perception at the Battle.
Why did he need it? Here is what he himself says:
"To become an artist, you need to become the maximum circulation, that's why, that's all .. I chose the program that is as popular as possible. 10 million views, super rating. important..."
This video is free for anyone to watch. H the man decided to promote himself and he did it. Very nice and smart.
Alexander Sheps. One of the most popular characters. True or not, but from some tests with his participation, treacherous goosebumps run through the body.
And in fact, he is also a failed actor. Excerpts of programs with his participation can also be viewed on the Internet, where for some reason he could not turn on his abilities and fell for the usual psychological trick.
Periodically, revealing facts about former participants of the show pop up in the news., such as this one (from PE on NTV):
The man gave Ilona 30 thousand rubles to find out if his brother was alive. Ilona confirmed that there is no need to worry, her brother is alive and well and will soon return home. Before the man could return home from the psychic, he was informed that his brother's body had been found.
Or interviews of former participants, who at first showed themselves very well, and then were blown away:
He was sent full information about the upcoming test. Information about the people who came, about their problems, facts from life, so that he would amaze everyone.
What can we say about the spirit of chaos, Hitler (and who else is she?) - Julia Wang. The most interesting information about her. An ordinary Moscow party girl who desperately tried to break into show business in different ways, and in the end became a psychic.
Behind her shoulders are films and clips and fashion shows and musical performances ...
And even a relationship with the singer Danko!
They met at the moment when Danko's wife was pregnant. The artist’s memories of Julia are very prosaic: “With Wang, I only had what everyone does with her.” Before her participation in the Battle of Psychics, Wang Danko did not even suspect about the abilities. Here is what he said about Wang as a psychic: “She was an ordinary glamorous party girl, of which there are thousands. In general, Wang for me now is some kind of gray incomprehensible spot. I can't even remember where she came from in my life. I think we met at the restaurant, like with many others.”
Now she is credited with an affair with a lawyer Zhorin (none other than his ex-wife Katya Gordon. By the way, Julia was once her hairdresser).
Meanwhile, Danko is not stingy in the comments about the Battle of psychics. According to him, each of the psychics speaks conflicting information for at least an hour, which is then skillfully cut on the air.
Well, the most "bomb" was an interview with Rossa Voronova, a participant in the Battle of Psychics, who did not show her abilities, but stayed there long enough to collect a lot of interesting information.
In principle, it confirms everything that was said above. And her very presence at the Battle confirms that the image is important, not the ability. Only interesting and able to speak beautifully people are selected.
You can add that not all participants who got into the Battle passed the qualifying tests. Many were not even on the set. And only then, in one day, their "comments" were recorded in order to put them on the air.
This video is also freely available on the Internet.
In general, the Battle of psychics is very profitable. Creators get ratings and money, and participants get popularity and money.
Who begins to sing, who conducts receptions.
Most of the bright (and not so) participants go to the Banteeva team, who now teach people extrasensory perception! They travel around the cities with seminars. And what are their methods? They claim that abilities open up in the first seconds, while you do not think about them. So they dip people's heads into the water until they guess whether the person in the photo is alive or not.
As you understand, there are not many options, and you will still guess ever-never.
To believe or not is everyone's business. I remember a video on the Yu channel, where many psychics (those who easily, after just looking at you, they say their name and describe all their relatives, etc.) were asked by the correspondent to answer a simple question "Who gave me the ring?" and not one of them dared to answer, but only denied.
I watch this show out of habit. I do not believe, but some interest remains. I do not deny that the supernatural exists, but you should not unconditionally believe this show, and even more so turn to such people for help.
