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[Alexandr Korol]

And because it’s not a world natural to most people — they don’t live in it — when they enter it, they feel that shift, like something just happened. And that’s what this other world is. I’ve slipped into it from time to time. When I entered it and wrote about it in my book — when I documented it — people who read those books also entered that world without realizing what was happening. Maybe it’s a talent I have from God — to write such magical books. I don’t know. But it has a strong effect on your emotional state — but not like emotions in the human world, where you can be angry, upset, or offended. On the contrary... You feel something divine — that’s the kind of emotional state it brings. It’s like all your afflictions, all your doubts just fade into the background, they disappear, and you find yourself in a world of bliss, of vacuum, of “no- mind,” everything becomes magical — animals might come up to you, birds hover right in front of you, paradoxes happen: you think of someone and they pass by, or they call you instantly. All of this starts happening, and you think, “My God, what is this?” And this always happened when I was writing my books — of course, not when I was writing about everyday social-material things like how to wash or dress — but when I was describing this other world. Some might call it spiritual — I don’t know what the right word is. The “corridor,” the magical world, the world of the heart — whatever it is. And yes, it’s very possible that if, back then — as I mention in Volume One — if I had met with Big Alexander and we’d talked about fishing, there probably wouldn’t have been any vacuum at all. But that’s not what we talked about. We talked about an event that had happened to me — when a messenger came to me and gave me the keys to paradise. And because I was telling him about it, that’s why we both fell into the vacuum. Why? Because that messenger was also from the vacuum — she was from that world. I was in the human world, with a friend from the social-material world, and we went into a café. Everything seemed fine, and then the vacuum began — and this woman, Nadezhda, appeared. And just like that, we were in the vacuum. So every time I remember it, or tell someone about it, or write about it in a book — I end up back in that world. And the more often or more deeply I remember it, the more I enter it. And if something else happens while I’m in that world, and I write about that too — then that’s how the book grows.