So I started making a second icosahedron, since I have many dodecahedrons — this one was meant for a smaller dodecahedron, so I made a smaller icosahedron. Then I decided to make a large icosahedron for my largest, outermost dodecahedron. I began constructing it again, and again everything shifted to the side. So the icosahedron ended up not aligned with the center of the matrix, which is otherwise perfectly centered. Instead, I ended up with a huge icosahedron, and it’s as if my entire matrix sits off to the side, inside just one portion of it — not centered. This can’t be a coincidence. It’s both a mistake and not a mistake. So through this, the system is showing me even more of the path and structure — how everything actually works and is constructed. Now I have to contemplate, observe the matrix from different angles, under different lighting, and record all the thoughts and ideas that come into my mind about how to keep deciphering it, how everything is formed there, how it’s all arranged. And in general, when I go to sleep, I have unusual dreams — even when I’m just dozing off. Today I saw how thoughts simply started appearing in my mind. I looked out the window and saw this matrix everywhere. I started picturing a person and saw how their face is built according to this matrix. Then the proportions of their body are structured by the matrix. Each part of their body is also built according to it. That’s why the matrix exists both in large and small forms. It’s all very fascinating.
Let’s put it this way: the main matrix contains the proportions of the human face. But if we build a very large matrix, it will consist of many small spheres — small matrix units — and the whole body fits into one large sphere, into the big matrix. And all the small spheres are like modules responsible for each proportion of the human body: for the leg, the foot, the head, the torso — for everything. Everything fits into the matrix. It’s like an upgrade happening, like a firmware update being installed. So something has been happening to me for years now as I work on “Alternative History” — I’m documenting, laying out the full path of updating my own inner system as I search for the Philosopher’s Stone. And once I fully decode it, that will be the conclusion of “Alternative History,” the novel. Which volume it will be — I don’t know. I feel like it’s the eighth, that it’s already close. The Mystic-Old-Man says there are still a few more volumes to go. So I don’t know. I’m not expecting anything. I simply follow my path. I’m content with everything.