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[Alexandr Korol]

They feel nauseous, extremely sick. They can’t eat, they can’t drink, and they don’t understand what’s happening to them. I feel the same way, of course, but since I’m not resisting it, it’s easier for me. Still, I understand how intense the contrast feels for them. Maybe I should take a pause. After all, I’ve just recently finished the third volume, and now I’m still working on the fourth, and here comes the fifth already. Or should I just keep going while the flow of information is still coming and finish the fifth volume, then rest afterward?
– Don’t take any pauses or breaks on your own. You should rely on your feelings. If you sense the flow of information, then everything you see and feel, you must document it in the fifth volume. And once that flow stops, then you can rest – when the flow of information ends.
– Alright, in that case, I’ll try to express everything I’ve recorded in my notes over these past three days and find the right words for it.

That’s exactly what I’m doing right now.
And, of course, we should consider the fact that you humans tend to confuse and scare yourselves – you even enjoy it – with your incorrect, misguided, and frightening associations. So, as you see, it’s not as terrifying as you might have imagined. Exploring the afterlife isn’t about sacrifices, nor is it connected to corpses or cemeteries. There’s nothing grim or dreadful about it. It’s nothing like the dark, twisted ideas you may have built up earlier when I first started unfolding this topic. It all takes on a completely different meaning, and it turns out that the truth has been right under your noses the whole time. You know, I even remember once, a reader – this was in St. Petersburg a long time ago, maybe seven years back – said to me: “Alexandr, do you know...” And it wasn’t just him; others said similar things, which was unusual. But one of them said, “Alexandr, it feels as if we’ve all died.” And, you know, I didn’t even ask him what he meant because it felt like I already understood. It was as if what he was feeling was something I also felt – that yes, it’s as if there are these other people, the “living ones,” who have jobs, families, their rhythms, their society. And then there’s us – it’s like we’re ghosts. None of this human stuff applies to us. They don’t even seem to know or see us, or even consider us people. And yet we exist. We see each other, but we don’t understand who we are. It feels like we live in another time, another rhythm, with different values –