Foresight hunters. Is the basis of predictions mysticism or experience and knowledge?

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Many people are still under the impression of the accuracy with which the recently deceased Vladimir Zhirinovsky predicted the special operation in Ukraine.

"At 4 4 am 22 February     — it will be a non-peaceful year, — he predicted in in December from the rostrum of the State Duma. On on                               madmen»

Someone considers Zhirinovsky a prophet. However, experts in such cases prefer to talk more about “professional intuition”. It is thanks to her, as it is believed, that the American financierGeorge Soroson the eve of August 1998 & nbsp; predicted a default in                   predicted that in                             ;— explains writer, practicing philosopher Anna Kiryanova. — Visioner — this is not a hallucinating patient, not a shaggy madman with wildly rolling eyes, who is overcome by visions. In his forecasts, he relies not on the mystical gift of clairvoyance, but on experience and knowledge. Visionaries are able to read subtle, and sometimes completely indistinguishable impulses from environment — „currents“ time, space and maybe even collective thinking of society — and process that information very quickly. These include  the founder of Apple Steve Jobs, who, back in the 1980s, foresaw the advent of smartphones and tablets, which he called “little friends inside the box”, the computer mouse, the ubiquity of the Internet, cloud services and online commerce.

And  However, more often, revelations about the future come to people in some other, almost mystical way. They can even meet in cartoons. So, in 2000 in the 17th episode of the 11th season of the series "The Simpsons" its creators predicted the presidency of Donald Trump, and in 1999 in in the Cowboy Bebop” episodes appeared with "ancient" the space shuttle Columbia, which crashes when the heat-resistant tiles on its hull begin to peel off. In 2003  for approximately the same reason, the real ship “Columbia” exploded…

Writers' foresights have also become the talk of the town. For example, in 1968 g. British fiction John Brunnerin  the novel "All stand on Zanzibar" predicted the presidency of Barack Obama (2009-2017). In  the work, which takes place in  2010 g., appears a black president named Obomi (although not  American, but African). He really wants to bring his country closer to the West. According to the story, LGBT becomes the mainstream in the United States, and terrorism — main problem.

See the invisible

A strong impression on  contemporaries was also made by the story of the novel “Futility, or the Crash of the Titanic”, published in England 14 years before the death of the Titanic”. The events that occurred before and during the crash of the liner are described in the book to trifles. Author — retired captain, Americanwriter Morgan Robertson — talks about the “Titan” ship, which was considered unsinkable, but sank in the Atlantic Ocean after a collision with an iceberg. According to Robertson, the idea of ​​the novel came to him during a severe illness: a giant ship suddenly appeared to him in his thoughts as if in reality, while he  saw and the very death of the ship, which was accompanied by desperate cries of drowning people.

In 1944 g. American clairvoyant Edgar Caycepredicted the fall of the USSR, saying: “The 20th century will not have time to end before the collapse of communism.” The Communists will lose their power there.” And and                                   classic of Russian medicine Sergey Botkin. Even before an unfamiliar patient entered his office, Botkin already often knew his diagnosis.

An unsurpassed visionary was artist and hypnotist Wolf Messing: during during the war, he predicted the date of its end for he received an award from Stalin himself. According to Messing, he  "saw" red tanks driving through the German streets. According to                   foresaw the crash of the plane, on which                           , at that time the commander of the Air Force of the Moscow Military District. Messing advised to cancel the trip. The Generalissimo asked his son to take the train, and he survived. Messing later said that the death of Stalin himself would coincide with the Jewish holiday. On 5 March 1953 when the leader died, Purim fell.

The Inner Eye

“Intuition tells a person a trend” & mdash; where a certain set of events is moving. „Sixth Sense“ knows how to summarize information, sort it and show the most likely opportunity in the current situation, — convinced psychiatrist, director of the Institute of Analytical Psychology Valery Trofimov. — The incomprehensibility of intuition that it contradicts ordinary linear logic».

“There are several mechanisms for foresight, one of which — spontaneous, spontaneous. Often the power of such a predictor is enhanced in the absence of a visual analyzer: it is not for nothing that blind people become seers, like the Bulgarian Vanga, — Anna Kiryanova continues. — They say that higher powers sometimes give a person instead of two sighted eyes „an inner eye“capable of foreseeing the future”. Vanga's predictions became known to the whole world. One of the Ukraine and Crimea, made in 1979 g.: "Crimea will break away from one shore and attach to another". In 1989  she foresaw the famous 2001 terrorist attack in the USA: “Fear, fear! The American brothers will fall, pecked by iron birds. (two skyscrapers in  New York, which collapsed after the attack of planes with  terrorists, were indeed called "twins" or "brothers"). Vanga predicted Kennedy's death 4 months before his assassination, in 1952. predicted Stalin's death no later than a year later, and in 1943 she said that Hitlerwill be defeated in April 1945. And Philip Kirkorov, by the way, promised fame and wife, whose name will begin with the letter "A". He was to marry this woman     — and that's how it all turned out.

"Intuition can also manifest itself in sleep, — says Valery Trofimov. — On the eve of large-scale upheavals — natural disasters & war — many people have disturbing dreams. The Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jungtold that on the eve of World War I he dreamed of a monstrous stream that covered all the lands from England to Russia and carried fragments of some objects and countless corpses. Then this sea became blood. And  after 2 weeks, the vision recurred… It happens that an ordinary person not in dream, but in reality suddenly„on an empty place“ there is a certain neurotic anxiety — and and as a result he delays some undertaking of his own. Such „failures“ familiar to many.

Do you follow your inner voice? Everyone decides this for themselves. However, even experienced visionaries sometimes find it difficult to decipher visions and intuitions, because the subconscious usually speaks to us in the language of symbols. And only after some time these symbols and dreams become clear both to the seers themselves and to those around.

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Open Mike Eagle – Hymnal (feat. Sammus)

[Intro: Open Mike Eagle]
So. . . sleepy
When I snap my fingers

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
To thine own self, be felt-tip
Hip as a belt clip
With a helmet fit for helpless feels
If you can help it
Reassess the unarmed
Leave refreshed and unharmed
Bring milk and honey to the funny farm
See the rest become charmed dumb
"An apple a day," what apple sellers say
I was brought into this world with the instinct to back the hell away
And the will to write a rap song as long as an Alaskan day
To fight to balance those two feels is a personal passion play
But so what?
Flying fucks is thrown at rolling doughnuts
My feet is cold, but so what?
Cause I’m bold enough to show up
I– what’s the hold up-
-side down, ketchup bottle speed
Uncoordinated, running with pigeon toes and knobby knees
God damn it, folks will follow me
Bucket of random body parts
Master of the sloppy arts
Like Kindergartners trying to be done
Big dumb-dumb trying to fly to the sun
I’m dried up and look at what I have become

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
Sing it like a church song
Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook
Draw with a ink pen
Like it doesn’t even matter if it go, god damn it, it’s the first time
Make it like a mistake
Sing it like a church song
Written when the shit wasn’t going right
Sing it like it don’t hurt
Like it can’t break
Like it’s this big

[Bridge]
I ain’t no chili pepper
I ain’t got mama’s gun
I ain’t in Evanescence
I ain’t in All-4-One
I got a dumb agenda
Can’t even make a plan
If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand
I ain’t no chili pepper
I ain’t got mama’s gun
I ain’t in Evanescence
I ain’t an awful one
I got a dumb agenda
Can’t even make a plan
If you remember the moment come here and shake my hand

[Chorus: Open Mike Eagle]
Sing it like a church song
Like a old-time prayer from a dead man written on a notebook
Draw with a ink pen
Like it doesn’t even matter if it go, god damn it, it’s the first time
Make it like a mistake
Sing it like a church song
Written when the shit wasn’t going right
Sing it like it don’t hurt
Like it can’t break
Like it’s this big

[Verse 3: Sammus]
I’d rather be hiding alone like some Ewoks
Up in tree tops
Creeping around like I’m T-Boz
Steeping the grounds in my teapots
But I’m Steve Jobs
On my Apple updating my E-Shops
Eat a apple a day, take a brief pause
Take a nap, lie awake in-between sobs
Then I rap and I pray and the grief stops
My ego take cheap shots
Can’t believe how she speak to me
She talks like it’s neat pushing buttons like key fobs
Well good day, bitch, I’m writing this beat knocks
Tryna pen classics like Reeboks
Or Greek thoughts or a Fleet Fox
And teach a good message like Aesop’s
That stick to my skin just like grease spots
So forget all the things that my dreams cost
Yeah, I’m getting my kicks, fuck some clean socks
Ice cold, we living like freeze pops
Cause I’m gonna take licks while I defrost
Divest from your demons, and weak stocks
And invest in your team ’til your scene pops
It might mean wearing jeans ’til the seam pops
But don’t wait like Dre did with Detox
No hate hinder me, I will clean clocks
Like today, I can’t play, I don’t give fucks
I won’t change what I say, take your screenshots
Yeah, I’m just being me that’s what she wants
And this might seem weird cause a dream stops
When you wake up but for the sake of
Finding peace, no sleep when you dream jobs
Now please, go be who you dream of

Kanye West – Feedback (Dorian_Ye Version) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

Kanye West – No More Parties In La (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I’m out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

[Hook: Kanye West]
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West]
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let’s make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it’s Denny’s, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it’s damaging for you, I think
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don’t add up, you’re making him mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You’re dealing with malpractice, don’t kill a good nigga’s confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don’t know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap’n Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I’mma put you on game for the lames that don’t know they’re a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy

[Hook: Kanye West]
Scary
Scary
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn’t let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn’t even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon’ get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can’t fault ’em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain’t going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin’
Of weak content and slow jammin’
But don’t worry, this one’s so jammin’
You know it, L.A., it’s so jammin’
I be thinkin’ every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain’t I be drivin’
The problem is I be textin’
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was ’bout their friend that just died
Textin’ and drivin’ down Mulholland Drive
That’s why I’d rather take the 405
I be worried ’bout my daughter, I be worried ’bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain’t worried ’bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I’m supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I’m too black, I’m too vocal, I’m too flagrant
Something smellin’ like shit, that’s the new fragrance
It’s just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I’m in my Yeezys, some days I’m in my Vans
If I knew y’all made plans I wouldn’t have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn’t rap like this again
But the writer’s block is over, emcees cancel your plans
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don’t never drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin’ money, thank God for E!
I love rockin’ jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I’m workin’ on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I’m workin’ on my house
Tell ’em party’s in here, we don’t need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick’ll do that
She keep pushin’ me back, good dick’ll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick’ll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love ’em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

[Bridge: Larry Graham]
I just keep on lovin’ you, baby
And there’s no one else I know who can take your place

[Hook: Kanye West]
Please, no more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)

[Outro: Junie Morrison]
I’m out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH

Kanye West – Feedback (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!