Alexandr Korol

“Wow!” It turns out, that’s exactly how it is. The king is the sun, and so I have ended up in the world of the sun, and I am burning alone — that is, I am literally losing my mind from loneliness. And when you are in the world of the moon, you are precisely drowning in chaos. The moon is chaos. And ...

Here I am asking the artificial intelligence about this picture, so that it would decipher for me what this is. It said that it is a picture from 1550, Frankfurt. “This is one of the engravings showing the path of the Great Work, where the king in red-orange, with a golden crown, stands on the sun —...

And I will have a wife and a family. And this is happening simultaneously, how curious, with the fact that right now there is some kind of silence — and right now I am deciphering the matrix. As if all of this is happening in parallel. But what is curious? Right now I want to show a picture.

And if we go back now to one more parallel moment in my life… That is — right now is the silence, fine; 144 of someone have been chosen, fine; I am no longer in the moon but in the world of the sun, fine; I am deciphering the matrix, fine. The system has also been highlighting to me the word “thunde...

were lightnings, and voices, and thunderings, and an earthquake, and great hail.” And before that, the seventh trumpet sounds, the last of the seven. “And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of ...

One can already suppose that only when He has deciphered the matrix — after that, not before but after — does the Mother of God appear. And so Christ is enthroned, and at that moment the Last Judgment takes place. That is — it’s as if all of this is simultaneous, at one and the same time. Purely the...

Interesting — here is Revelation 8:1: “And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour. This silence is like a breath, held in the breast of all heaven. There is no singing of angels, no thunders, not even the rustle of wings. Everything is frozen...

If we suppose it this way: I am the main character of the book of this novel — how do I feel myself in this role? Simply, in an instant, everyone will die, they won’t understand this, and they will already find themselves in a different world; they won’t know it, where they are — they will, conseque...

is the mother. Or one could likewise suppose that the sun is the father, and the moon is the mother. But the talk now is already that everything we can speak about, and everything that exists, and everything we can see and touch — all of this is the mother, and all of this is created. And when “Chri...