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Chapter 15. Multideath and the Pharaoh

I’m telling a friend how I talked to Big Alexander today:

I told him:

– Am I right in understanding that if a reader is not in the fourth dimension now, then, basically, they will die if they get sick, plus they are aging? But if they are in the fourth dimension, then that’s it, their aging stops, and they become immortal.
– Yes. In ancient times, those who were such initiates – kings and so on – they specifically built something for themselves in the mountains, went there, all those kinds of people, so as not to interact with others.

One needs your own place, like Eden, where they, therefore, live forever, physically not dying, because they have reached such a level of development where, simply by being in this rhythm, in this connection, they exist in the fourth dimension, and that’s it – nothing affects them. That’s real. I mean, when I was reading the first thirty pages of these books, I started remembering – I wrote: “Remember, I wrote in my diaries that the moment I build a relationship with someone, the countdown begins, the clock starts ticking towards death. It’s like I already know that I will die. It’s like I start aging. And if I interact with people, immediately there are illnesses, some problems, psychological burdens appear, fears or insecurities, or instincts – on top of that, I physically start to get sick.” The moment I turn away from everyone and retreat into the “cosmos,” as I called it, I would enter this fourth dimension. Immediately, there was a flood of information, insane happiness, everything was amazing. And nothing could affect me. That’s why when I was alone, I had no desire to eat. That’s why I never ate – I would have just one sandwich a day, just bread with butter, drank only water, and that was it. I didn’t sleep either. And I didn’t need anything, yet I felt stronger than everyone. But as soon as I was around people, I felt tired, I became hungry. And I wrote that thoughts would appear, and I didn’t like them. When I was alone, I felt pure happiness, like a child, but when I was with people, all sorts of unpleasant thoughts would flood in,