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[Alexandr Korol]

kept telling me about the saucer, the gold, the saucer, the gold. I thought, what’s going on? This person, who used to laugh at my books, is now telling me about flying saucers and gold. But I, on the contrary, was recoiling from it, saying, “Listen, we’ve got so many things to worry about right now. We need to get this well done, we need to take care of this, we need to put up a fence, at least secure the perimeter.” And they kept talking about gold. Miracles. I started talking about it, starting to get involved, and there was really strong radiation in this area in Karelia.

Question: You described that all the buildings at the tourist base in Karelia have a low, poor frequency, but the land itself doesn’t. How did you feel about the land, the territory?

Yes, it turns out that, just like I see all these worlds, these frequencies, and energy, the tourist base had a seriously low, poor energy, like something from a cannibalistic place. The cabins, of course, were the scariest, with terrible furniture, you know, with oilcloth nailed to the tables with nails. It felt like escaped prisoners were hiding there somewhere in the regions of Russia. It looked grim. Very grim. Like in all those dark films they make about the ‘90s, something like that. Naturally, I understood that I needed to urgently get rid of all of this. I originally bought the land just to avoid having such neighbors and guests, but then, because of the pandemic, since I couldn’t stay in hotels, I decided to, let’s say, bring these cabins to life, change and restore them. And what was my approach? I saw, well, it’s a cabin, just a cabin. It had a triangular roof, all the usual things, but it just exuded gloom, illness, poverty, everything bad. All those birch trees were scary, half-dead, like bushes around the cabins, with weeds. So, naturally, I started cutting down all the birch trees, cutting down all the grass, hauling everything out of the cabins to the dump, cleaning everything up. I remember traveling through Oregon and Washington, where they filmed the movie Twilight, with all those beautiful rivers and lakes, and I stayed in similar cabins there. But those cabins were pleasant, even just visually from the outside, not even from the inside, but from the outside. I couldn’t understand why this cabin, the same kind that I had, felt like it was exuding some sort of hell. And I realized that it needed to be replaced.