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[Alexandr Korol]

But as of today, I don’t know the answer to that yet; I haven’t yet reached the point of solving it. But for some reason, I had to record this information in “Alternative History,” the first volume, back in 2023.

Question: You describe that as if you’ve lived the lives of all people and that all their souls are within you. Please tell me, do the souls of people who are currently living in this time also form part of yours, or will they only have the opportunity to merge with you after death?

Oh, you went deep with that. No, I was describing my mood, and I could describe it the same way today. Back when I was still young, starting from 2009, or even earlier, maybe 2006 — but more likely from 2008–2009, when I was 18 or 19 years old — I felt very unusual. I felt like I was a ghost or like I was someone different, other, as if I were alone, as if all people were involved in some kind of life while I had none, as if I were in some corridor and watching all people from the side, and as if I knew the future of every person, I knew what drove each of them, what impulses, vices or virtues they had, and that based on just one quality they made all their choices and did everything. And I would immediately see all versions of their life paths, and I would also see their choice: if they chose this — their life would end this way; if they chose that — it would go that way. And I would look at each person, and yes, I always used to say that since childhood, it felt like I had lived the life of every person, that I had been in everyone’s place. I knew what they felt, what they thought, what they wanted, why they were doing this or that. But at that time, I didn’t know how I knew it, who I was, or what was happening to me. And yes, people really were shocked and surprised when I could look someone — like a classmate, a university mate, or a neighbor — right in the face and say everything they were thinking, everything they were doing, everything they wanted, everything they feared, everything they dreamed about. And people didn’t understand how I knew everything about them, and I didn’t understand either — I was just born that way. It just happened that I was like this. I used to think there were many intelligent, attentive, or sensitive people like me, but it turned out there weren’t. And no one could ever explain to me who I was. But that expression, that I had lived the life of every person —