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[Alexandr Korol]

My conclusion is that everything that happened to me in real life, which I recorded in my novel “Alternative History” in the fourth, fifth, and eighth volumes, is very similar to what happened to Buddha and also to Jesus. According to this same formula, one could say that everything exists and works this way, and it is all sacred language. So, basically, just as the Hermit in the Tarot cards holds Cerberus on a chain, just as Hercules descended into the underworld, and all other main mythological heroes, including how Buddha passed Mara and how Jesus faced temptation and descended into hell, I, it turns out, have also gone through a similar path. And I don’t know if I can proclaim this loudly, but this is how I can now summarize: I have now come out of this underworld and overcome all of it.

I’ll try to describe again what it feels like in contrast, specifically in comparison, when I was in Mara, the underworld, and now that I have come out of it, what the difference is. Of course, not many days have passed to give many examples, but I’ll provide what I can as an example to give you a hint on how to recognize the difference between these two worlds. It turns out that when I was in the underworld, the sensations I experienced were, let’s say, false sensations — feeling very insecure, sensing danger, avoiding everything, not wanting to go anywhere or take risks, as if everything was a threat and a risk for me. I felt danger 2-4 hours a day. Any situation that happened felt extremely acute, as if my nervous system was exposed, like bare wires, and I reacted very sharply to everything. That is, if there’s a creak behind you or a knock on the door, you literally jump back. And this is not usual for me, because in all my books I always described that inside me there is calm, peace; I never startle. For example, if a car suddenly brakes nearby — there’s that screeching sound — and people always jump, but I never did. But here it was the opposite: it was as if my nervous system was completely wrecked, so any pop, screech, or crash — say, from the neighbors’ wall — would make me jump. That’s the kind of reaction. This is in the underworld. What else? Well, the people around me — they were seemingly the same people, but it was as if everyone had gone crazy in the worst sense of the word. Everyone seemed to imagine things, everyone was capricious, greedy, envious, and easily offended.