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[Alexandr Korol]

as if behind glass. My body felt incredibly light, as though I ate nothing, and in my hand, there was some kind of leaf. Everything around me was so beautiful – no fear, no control. I felt blissful, observing people from the outside, as if they couldn’t see me. But if I looked at someone, I would immediately find myself in their mind, or they in mine. It was as though I could control anyone. I could become visible to them only if I wanted to; otherwise, I was like a ghost. I began to think that perhaps the main God was showing me myself after death – what I would be like in the future. And maybe the one who helps me now, the one I hear but cannot see, is me on the other side. These thoughts occurred to me. After all, there are spirits over there. Dark spirits come to dark people; they stand over their beds, especially over deceitful women, and cause them sleep paralysis. There are also bright spirits that save us, guide us, and activate our hearts so that in critical moments, we make the right decisions. It feels like the otherworldly realm operates from over there, educating and guiding us, because eventually, we will end up there. Some will go to the realm of the dead, to hell, while others will go to paradise. I began to understand that perhaps what I hear, what guides me, is exactly that. And that, perhaps, I will become like that one day and guide others. It’s as if God showed me this on June 10th. I noted this in my journal on the 23rd without fully decoding it, just as an observation for myself.
Something else curious happened. On the 23rd, I left the house. I had never done that before – going out two days in a row. I mean, even going out twice in a week was rare for me. It’s something I almost never do. I try not to leave the house at all, except once a week for a massage. But this time, I went out the next day, on the 23rd, and walked through the streets. Why did I do it? Because I felt connected to something otherworldly, let’s call it that. It was as if I instinctively felt that nothing would happen to me and that it was safe for me to leave the house. So, I went out. And, truly, I felt like a ghost. Not in the sense that people couldn’t physically see me – they could; I was walking through the streets – but it felt like they were in one world, and I was in another. I observed everything from the outside, but then again, I’ve always looked at life from the outside. I’ve always been in various states of consciousness, or altered states, depending on the Spirit I was in, on the frequency I was tuned to – whether it was with the heart, the mind, or something else, depending on my