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[Alexandr Korol]

Chapter 4. Liberation from all Worlds

Question: Please describe in more detail how the main God feels.

Well, what more detail could there be than what’s in the text at the beginning of the book? I was still connected there. There is even that code. Do you understand? So, is there any point in describing it now? I was connected there, and it is recorded. You have read it. Just giving a mental assessment now? I can do that; I’ll recall it. Because right now, I am not Him.
But the state is such that it cannot be described in words. There are no thoughts, no evaluations, no memories. There is nothing that troubles you. There is no physical pain or tension. You are completely relaxed, but at the same time, you feel kind of like you’re buzzing. You look at everyone and everything from the side, like some kind of blissful being. There is no fear at all and no sense of time and space. Everything is very beautiful. There is a difference, for example, when you look at photos from Siberia taken by an American photographer. They are so beautiful that you really want to go there. But when you end up in the frost and slush, driving on a smelly UAZ, you no longer want to. It’s as if a photograph and reality are different things. And here, when you are the main God, when you are in this Spirit, everything becomes beautiful. Even a tin can of condensed milk seems super beautiful, as if the angle of perception makes everything very beautiful. It still remains a tin can of condensed milk, but it becomes very beautiful. It’s very strange to explain, so I describe it oddly. It feels as if you are in everyone’s heads, and everyone is in your head. It feels like every person in the world is in your head, and you are in theirs. I also saw that I was walking down the street, and I don’t know, maybe it was like this now, and then it won’t be. I am walking, and it’s as if I am looking at all the people through a glass. Imagine that I am in a small dome, like a sphere around me, with perfect climate and comfort, and you walk in this dome, feeling super protected, and you look through this little glass at everything happening around. You understand that maybe someone is shouting somewhere, something smells, something is slippery, something is cold, something is dirty, but you don’t feel any of it; you just watch it like a movie from the side. It’s as if people don’t see you, but if someone locks eyes with you, they seem to enter your field and immediately enter your world. There is still a clear separation: I am in some plasma, and everyone else is outside this plasma, as if they are all there, and I am here. This