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[Alexandr Korol]

in a restaurant or café and the messenger comes in or is already sitting there, she does something first. She might shout some word: “Mammoth’s trunk!” — like that, and looks at the people, and everyone gets tense, scared. But if you’re not in this system, you react differently, and she immediately notices, it’s like you’re shining a different color. You’re like suspended, looking at her, and she’s in the same flow. It’s as if she can tell if you’re from that sphere or this one. People live in one, and you’re in another, like in the “corridor.” She identifies you, and she looks at you, and you look at her. Kind of like, “Hello.” That’s how she knows who’s in the “corridor.” And she talks to those in the “corridor.” And she talks like this: “What are you doing here, sitting down?” — and they always communicate in this rough, strange way. They sort of dance around: “What do you want, huh?” That was one of the messengers. The most interesting messenger, if we are talking about messengers, was when I was sitting on the terrace on Vosstaniya Street, where there was a sushi restaurant called “Dve Palochki.” I was sitting with a boy named Ilya, my reader, who helped me with the website and design, something like that. He was also reading about messengers and all that, but we met for socially-material reasons, just for work. And suddenly, in the distance, a woman is walking, and she just stole my attention, and I saw her. It was as if she could feel me, as if she was looking at me, as if she had this awareness. I said:

– Ilya, listen, there’s a messenger walking over there.
– What? Where? Let’s catch her.

And this human approach – you don’t need to catch anyone, don’t disturb poor beggars or people like that. I never approached anyone on purpose. They themselves must appear first, and then the contact begins. I said to him:

– If it’s a messenger, she will come to us herself.

So we continue sitting, and after about half an hour, I look, and at the very end of the terrace, in the corner, there’s this woman sitting and talking to someone. I say: