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[Alexandr Korol]

the one who took me to Tsarskoye Selo, to the city of Pushkin, and told me that I was home — when I was talking to Big Alexander and he was telling me things, it was as if it wasn’t really him speaking, but rather some force speaking through him. It felt like something truly divine, as if some kind of Spirit was speaking through them. The same thing happened with the Mystic-Old-Man, whom I often ask questions. But when I recall all the messengers I’ve encountered throughout my life, I realize that it wasn’t the Spirit entering them — it was something else. That we are living inside some kind of system, and this system can speak to me through any person, anywhere, at any moment — even right now. And that this is something different. Because I can feel that the code is different. When the Spirit enters me, or the Mystic-Old-Man, or Big Alexander, or Valentina, or one of my relatives, I can feel that it comes from somewhere above, and it carries a certain brightness, a lightness. But here, it’s something else. Here, it’s as if a person isn’t being possessed by something from the future, but rather — just like that, suddenly — something takes control of them. But not from above. It’s as if it’s coming from the system we live in, as if they are robots that suddenly switch on and start speaking to me as if they are some higher intelligence, like an artificial intelligence. Seriously — don’t get caught up on the term “artificial intelligence,” I mean it more in the sense of something from a futuristic film, not in the way it’s currently popular in our time. But that’s exactly what it feels like — as if some kind of intelligence is communicating with me through these messengers. And then, as I continue to analyze and reflect right on the eve of the New Year, I begin to think about how the sacred scriptures mention that the Son of God is born and that He is supposed to create something — that He must have the “woman clothed with the sun” or something similar, and only then does He become this new God. After writing the first and second volumes, these thoughts carried over into the third, and they wouldn’t let me rest because I couldn’t find more substantial explanations for the idea that — if, in the future, I am God, for example — and this God from the future arrives here in a flying saucer, and His acquaintances come here too, that’s one. But if He also returns to the past with His consciousness and interacts with all of this, that’s two—meaning the Spirit. Then what about creation, about the making of the world, and all of that—how does that fit in? So, is this world we live in the world of the old God, or is it already my world? And if the new God replaces