A Squirrel in a Cage. Magicians. Part One.: True Story

By Kateryna Dyachenko

The sphere of troubleshooting is hidden from a society. I havent seen them revealing their secrets. But with the permission of magicians, I am lifting the veil over their world. Its good when a person lives his or her own life, they explained to me.

The present book unveils just the first upper layer of the basis. In the books to come, I will describe the next stages.

I was trained in the art of problem solving my own issues. It was one of the conditions that troubleshooters set before me: not to think for me. And now I am already one of thema magician.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514469439

Kateryna Dyachenko

I was a salaried employee with the permanent thirst of freedom: a journalist, a PR manager, an investment, and a project manager. However, since I was a kid, I have been attracted by cinema: cameras, spotlights, autographs, red carpets, paparazzi. Following this call, I switched to entrepreneurship . . . and drove my first company into a pitfall. But they, the troubleshooters, reached for me. These people fulfill even the most complex tasks and do it easily. Real magicians. In the world, they number just below a hundred out of more than seven billion people living on Earth. And I felt a desire to join them.

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Contents

Prologue

Introduction

Return of my self

Magicians

My Angels-Magicians

Godfather Magician

Magician Thinking Warrior Kaznashcho

Magician Seeing Warrior Vernygora

Beginning of training

Signing agreements

Interactions and relationships. Work at feelings. Origin

Concept of goals

Complexity of problem solving — simple tasks

Way to achieve the goal

Perception of the world, of myself, of others

Violation of agreements. Offenses

Management of the behavior

Negotiations. Understanding other person. Your own limitations

Barriers

Laziness. Doing other business

For the first time we go into the businessfor mistakes - experience

Personality. Substitution of the goal

Strains

Not to force. To take care. To reach agreements

Supports. Impacts

Creation of worlds. Closing of uninhabited worlds

Rule #1. Confirmation of reaching the goals

Rule #2. Victory must be celebrated

Debts and arrears

New world. Death zone

Epilogue

Endnotes

Prologue

Everyone had a moment in life when it seemed that all — ‘to hell with ….’

I am leaving. I am quitting. I can’t bear to fight any longer. However, we didn’t understand and were not aware about the true reason of a fight. Even managed to blame it on others who could not care less about what happened to us — they had their own things to do. And because of it, as it seems to us, the power of strikes grows. After all we expected of them to understand us. To feel sorry for us. To take the blame upon themselves. And it appeared — you remained alone, by yourself, only surrounded by ruins. When you look at it all and you realize it, the real fun begins. The life itself becomes apparent. Yours.

Funny. Here I sit now and show off my intelligence. But just a year ago I have been on the crossroads. I didn’t know who I am in this world. What I really want. Why I needed what I had and why I wanted to reach what I didn’t have. Only questions and no answers. From no one …

I was just asking questions to the wrong people. And I was knocking the wrong doors. All answers were around but I was missing them out. I looked in their direction and tried to persuade myself: No-no, it cannot be the truth! But it did not make the hints disappear, just my blindness was progressing. Hmm, it looks like a person can stand in his or her own way. In the way to happiness. And I had to feel it on my own back.

Everything began when I decided to show the inspiring stories of entrepreneurs. People who pursued their aims. Even if they failed for the first time, they were able to summon their strength, to try another instrument for implementation of their idea and to move forward — to creation of their own world.

I wanted to demonstrate their strong spirit! That could be lifted after a failure and continue aspiring to the desirable …

But I forgot just one thing — the joke of life. In order to show the eagerness and the strong spirit of others, I should become an entrepreneur myself, in the most capacious sense of this concept.

During this year I have thoroughly enjoyed it — living my own life … But before it I had to run around like a squirrel in a cage … My running around lasted for 25 years …

Introduction

Stop. Stop running around. Give up rotating that wheel. Nothing changes – regardless of your acceleration or, to the contrary, switching to walk. The wheel of your life stands still, whatever number of rounds you make.

I turned into a robot long ago though my heart was still beating. All my actions were automatized: morning, day, evening. Eat — rotate, eat — rotate, eat — sleep. And so on — a vicious circle.

For the sake of what is all this run? To receive a long-awaited nutlet on the finish? Where is the finish line of the long-distance race in a circular racecourse?

Around me other squirrels continued to run. They kept rotating their wheels. Exhausted, they fall in their cages; some of them are strong enough to get up and to continue running, others don’t get up anymore. They get replaced by other runners motivated with nuts. Some win bigger nuts, others — smaller. But these are the same nuts.

I stopped. The wheel of my life stopped too. There were no feelings. I was drained: no regrets, no sorrow, no sadness. Nothing. Silence.

It was possible to change everything even earlier. But I didn’t want. The wheel was so habitual and simple, whereas the uncertainty frightened. And I was scared.

Titubating, I walked out of the cage. In the eyes watching me leave one could read: this squirrel went off rails. She didn’t sustain it. She is weak. But I didn’t listen to them and didn’t want to hear. To myself I spoke: Weakness is when you want changes but still you do nothing. You live as usual, dooming yourself to sufferings … But I don’t want it this way anymore!

Return of my self

I went down the street. I paid attention to passersby. I examined faces and I tried to read what they think of. I looked in their eyes in search of the light. But only deep dark bottomless precipices I saw in them …

Squirrels passed by; the ones gesticulating spoke on their phones; the others typed something hanging their heads. Masks. Insensible, expressing nothing. As if they were not here. Obviously they didn’t live in this world.

I got distracted from my reflections by laughter. Something inside me echoed with this sound. Higher up! Higher up! — a ringing thin voice was like a rescue. A bright ray of light in this dullness and gloom of the big city.

A little girl of around five flew in a swing and had a lot of fun. I wanted to enjoy the view. I approached the playground and sat down on a bench.

— Enough for now, let’s go. It’s time for me to go to work — the adult mother stopped the kid’s holiday.

— Ma, don’t leave … Let you stay with me today — the girl prattled embracing her legs.

The woman closed her eyes because of the feelings that swept over her. And my hand stretched to my breast by itself. I felt the mental anguish that suddenly flared up in me.

The adult brushed away a tear that welled up and sat down next to the kid. She looked with all her immense love in eyes at the little girl. Smiled.

— I promise you. Very soon we will swing in the swing again. Just you and me … — She opened her arms. The kid threw himself into her arms and embraced the mother by the neck.

So much love, warmth, care and light. I simply admired them. And I didn’t notice the smack of salt on my lips.

Having joined hands, the mother with the kid passed by. But this little girl had time to peep into my eyes. And I saw what I looked for so long. The light. A spark. The hope for that not all was lost flashed …

The kid favored me a seraphic smile in return as if speaking: You got it right. And I couldn’t surpress a grateful smile — for that she showed it to me.

I watched the shining silhouettes moving away. Also I thought. In the middle of the surrounding dullness and the constantly rotating wheels these two were the lightning bugs of faith. My faith.

Magicians

Magicians. They started appearing unexpectedly. The first came when it seemed that everything was over, it’s the end.

Magicians are not magic fairies. Magicians — the notion means more, much more. I cAnjure¹¹ — it’s their attitude to life. Whether to drive a car or to disperse clouds. They are up to anything. They are even capable of returning a person to life …

My Angels-Magicians

Three Magicians, three Angels who have blown away the clouds in my life. Magicians in whose rays of light I grow up. The warmth that gives comfort and protects. The feelings that make me fly.

At the same time they are Warriors with whom I fought instead of listening to their hints and to change myself. All the time I tried to offend them more than once and to hit where it hurts. Unconsciously. Yes I was frightened and they saw my fear. Only now I can admit it but just to myself. I didn’t want to become attached to them. That’s way I made a move I was used to — I put in front my shield, the armor. And even seeing that I went into my shell, they didn’t leave me one on one with my fears and worries.

In my thoughts I addressed them and apologized for all the troubles. I wanted to be sure that nothing threatens me. But for my ‘self’ I took my usual image — that was on the outside, who I seemed to be but