from the main God, who governs everything. And it turns out that God can influence anyone, in any world, in both the material and spiritual worlds, however He wishes. Everything that seems to you, what you imagine, whether a brick fell past you or on you – this is still the system. And the system is the mind, God, it controls it. So, what’s the difference? This is just one of... Well, let’s say, these are all just projected people, it’s just that their density rhythm, for example, was not from the world of heaven, but from the world of earth or the underworld. But in all these worlds, there is this God, and He can control anyone, enter anyone. And He showed this, but Big Alexander doesn’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to do this, and Big Alexander doesn’t know how to do this. This was shown by that Spirit, God, that force that writes these books through me, that communicates with me through Big Alexander and through me communicates with Big Alexander. But, to understand, this force is not only in me, but in many serious people in the world now and controls and manages them all. I will talk more about this later in all of my following volumes of “Alternative History”. The main thing is patience; everything must be in the right sequence. But in the end, we will come to all of this later.
Question: Could you please explain the phrase “people don’t know how to have fun, but we do”? What does “having fun” mean in this context? It seems that, in reality, it’s not the kind of fun people usually understand.
Well, back then there was the messenger Lyubov, at the Vladimirskaya metro station, 6 PM, it was probably October or the end of September, 2010. She came to me and said:
– I see you from a distance.
– I see you too.
– Yes, there are not many like us.
– What do you mean by ‘like us’?
– Well, we are here to help people, to guide them onto the right path. People don’t know how to have fun, but we do. I’ll be buying myself a little red car soon.
– Why?
– For show. And I also live in a small room on the 12th floor. It’s a tiny room,