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[Alexandr Korol]

about during this life, on this timeline, when was I more socially and materially focused, fully immersed in practical matters? And I started marking this on a second line, which I called “mind, logic” — it could be called anything — and I began identifying which years these were. Then I realized there was something else. The first was the heart, meaning without the mind. The second was the opposite — social, rational, disciplined. But there was also a third element, something different, something otherworldly —how should I name it? It’s that thing that sometimes feels like a dream, something that fades from memory, only to return again. Because it happened in such a way that, figuratively speaking, if a certain year in the 2000s was a materialistic period for me, and if at that moment a friend had said to me, “Do you remember how you used to feel some kind of energy from the churches in St. Petersburg, how you used to draw maps?” I would have replied, “Yes, of course, I remember,” but I wouldn’t have actually felt it. It would have seemed like a different life, a parallel one, as if... as if that wasn’t even me at all. Even though I remember it, I am not there, and it feels like there is no access to that world anymore. Then, on its own — without me doing anything — after some years, I suddenly find myself back in that world again. It’s as if something happens in nature or within me, and I stop being materialistic: all the materialistic people disappear from my life, those kinds of thoughts vanish, and everything is different. I start hearing the voice again, I start feeling everything again, signs appear, and people pass on certain messages. And I don’t understand, “What is this again? What’s wrong with me? How did I get back into this?” And then I begin to realize that this will probably end again, it will be forgotten, so I start recording everything even more diligently. I write it all down in a notebook, I carry a voice recorder with me, I record everything, even voices, I take videos, photos — just to capture it all. And then, at some point, it ends again and is completely forgotten, erased, as if it never happened. So what is this? What kind of dynamic is this? As if there are different personalities within me. Or is it all still me, and I just happen to be so different at times? But why doesn’t this happen to other people? Or does it happen to them too, but they simply don’t notice it? That is the question. And “Alternative History” Volume One, in my view, is a detailed account based on real examples of various situations. But in reality, it’s not about the characters in this book or the situations themselves—it’s about the essence that all these