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[Alexandr Korol]

And this would happen often — I’d be having a conversation while already asking the voice what to say, what not to say, what to expect, if the person is lying, or what that person had been doing. Or sometimes the voice would say, “This person was bragging to his friends that he’d be meeting you today.” Just like that. I don’t know how the voice knows these things. And the voice would say, “Tell him.” So I’d ask, “Hey, did you brag to your friends yesterday that you’d see me today?” And the person would stare in shock and say, “Yes, how did you know?” And I’d say, “Just a feeling.” That kind of thing happened every day. Literally every single day. This was probably one of the first things that ever happened to me, even before the places of power. This was before September 2010. Back then, it felt like I was always with this voice — daily. And when I asked something, one specific voice would answer me. But sometimes, when I would reach out and that voice hadn’t yet spoken to me — hadn’t started talking — then it wasn’t just one voice. It always felt like I was speaking to several of them. Because I could sense that “they” were discussing something among themselves. As if one of them could give permission for something, but another one couldn’t. It felt somewhat similar to how humans interact, even though they’re clearly not people. But there’s something like that dynamic going on. These voices — though actually, they’re not even voices — I feel them more than I hear them. And then my thoughts transform what I feel into something like a voice. So I give the impression of it myself. “They” — the ones I’ve been sensing since back then — I didn’t actually hear them. It’s something else. If we’re talking about how the human brain works, I would say I sensed them, and then my brain could assign a visual image to them. Or what I felt could be turned by my brain into text, into words, but “they” didn’t speak. They communicate through impulses, through energy, and my brain converts that into human language. That’s how I communicate with them. And I do have this ability, I don’t know what it is, where I can listen to a music track — no matter what language it’s in, even if I don’t know the title or what the song is about — and just from the feeling, I can tell what it’s about, because I feel its code. And from “them,” I feel that same kind of code. And yes, “they” are plural. As for what they look like — I’ve never seen them. My brain hasn’t formed any visual image. It’s just a kind of consciousness, a presence, that’s there and everywhere. And it does seem to come in different types or categories, because I remember there was one that