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[Alexandr Korol]

After that, everything seemed to culminate with the decoding of the matrix. That was precisely the period when I was deciphering it, and it all coincided. But I had a question: should I write about the Spirit of Justice in the second volume or not? At that time, Big Alexander told me, “No need, it’s too early for people. Later. Finish with the matrix, decode it, and end the second volume there.” So, I ended the second volume at the point where I had deciphered the matrix — that was a separate topic, how I figured out the matrix. And that’s where the second volume concludes. But what I decided not to mention was the Spirit of Justice — I felt that a Spirit had entered me, that I became someone else on Friday the 13th of October. And it was so vast, beautiful, and unusual, that maybe because I experienced it on that particular date, it will later become part of history — that it was Friday the 13th, and everything will come full circle. But it was something extraordinary. I felt as if there was one version of me — the first volume — the spiritual, sensitive one, full of love and creativity. Then, there was the second me—the material one, focused on logic, intellect, and the decoding of the matrix. And then, for just one day, a third version of me appeared — this was the Spirit of Justice. Big Alexander said that’s what it was called, that it was also God, but one of the versions of the main God. And it was an insane feeling — absolute fearlessness — yet people were terrified of me, as if I were a lion among animals, as if every hyena would tremble and avoid me, even piss itself if it had to pass by. And I thought, “Wow! What is this?” And this lasted for just one day... but as I said, like a seed planted in the ground—something small at first, but then it grew and unfolded later in the next volumes of “Alternative History”.
Well, if we recall from the very beginning, it all started in 2010 when I was sitting in a café with a friend, and a woman approached us and started talking to us in a very strange way. She gave me a piece of paper, and on that paper, there were numbers written, something was drawn in the form of a place, and there were last names written. At that time, I had just recently met Big Alexander, and I met with him, showed him this piece of paper, told him the story, and asked what had happened to me — who came, what message they left me, what they wanted from me, who I even was, and what was going on. And he told me that it was delivered by those who know everything, and that only I could decipher what was on the paper, that it was designed specifically for my mind, and that only whatever first came to my head would be the correct answer. But in reality,