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[Alexandr Korol]

“Alternative History,” they will understand what I mean. This is just for the future, I’m saying it now. But the point is, at that time, I was in a relationship with a girl, and I really missed that magical period, that alternative history, because the girl was materialistic, she only cared about socio-material things: appearance, food, clothes, just like any other person from the Earth’s world. And I... Again, these might be nature’s cycles, I don’t know. But I suddenly started feeling how this “cosmos” was waking up in me, all these paradoxes, magic. I began to long for all of that, remembering it, but at the same time, it wasn’t around me. There was no Big Alexander, no messengers, just ordinary human life. It was like I had been sleeping and woke up. I began to remember it, and during these periods, I would start writing immediately. When I felt that a spark had turned on in me, and I was connected to nature, I wrote. And at that time, I published a few chapters, wrote and published a few chapters for my future book, which later became called “Paradox,” but at first, it was titled something like “The Language of Circumstances,” “Another World,” and “The Fool.” These were the three books I wrote when I was in the socio-material world, but grew tired of it, and when I would enter that paradoxical, otherworldly state, I would write these books, these diary-books. Later, I gathered everything and made the book “Paradox,” then the second part, the third part. This is how it all happened, these were all drafts of mine, attempts, some preparation to figure out how the world is arranged, how I am arranged, what is actually going on. And later on, all of this flowed into the novel “Alternative History,” meaning what came earlier was some kind of training and preparation. At that time, I published a few chapters about who the messengers are, how they used to come to me, how they communicated with me, how they behaved. This is in my book “Three Paradoxes of a Creative Person,” the latest edition, which contains all of this. And there was a case on Vladimirskaya again, at the “MegaFon” mobile salon. I went there with my girlfriend to get a SIM card. We stood in line. I even have a photo. There was a woman in front of us, again, in quotes “foolish”: strange, ugly, dirty. She stood right in front of us, and then suddenly she turned her head, or rather, turned like this toward my girlfriend, and said the name of some guy, saying: “Stop thinking about him! Do you understand me? Stop thinking about him.” Well, my girlfriend was in shock.