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[Alexandr Korol]

A person who has never been ill but suddenly begins to suffer sickness — this happens, first of all, because he has entered into a world where there is illness, and therefore he becomes ill. He cannot be sick in the world where no illness exists. It turns out that when we change, and in our life something becomes limited or something happens, it depends precisely on which world we are in. I found notes where I directly stated that those who desire magic — that magic simply does not exist in the world of people. And that as long as you remain in the rhythm, that is, on the frequency of a human, there will be no miracles. First you must step away — I called it then in rough words, I divided everything simply into spiritual and material — I said that you must simply step into the spiritual magical world, and then miracles will appear. Then there you feel all the holy places, and messengers come to you, and little birds wink at you and salute you. And what is curious is that now I must return to this world again, and I myself am like a true, real, living example of a human being, who, from all the worlds, from all the hells of people in which they live, as I am now leaving from there and moving into another world. And this whole transition I must describe, describe technically. And the system will do so that it also shows me all the possible errors, where once again you can somehow misunderstand or think wrongly, by which you again lose that magical world into which you are going. And it is as though I must describe all of this in order to show all readers this transition. I will be recalling the old things that happened to me, and the new things that are happening now, comparing and matching it all, and drawing conclusions about what is good and what is bad, in the sense that... You know, it is as if we are passing through the tunnel of trials like in the movie “Indiana Jones.” And here I am telling you where to duck, where to crouch, where to push, where to close your eyes, where to stay silent, and where, on the contrary, you must sing out loudly so that something will open or take flight. That is, I am the first one passing now along such a road of trials. Well, not trials — I would not say that I am being tested, I would rather say simply traps. That is, now I must describe all the types of traps that interfere, first of all, with securing yourself. Not just to enter into this magical world, but to stay secured in it. I will honestly admit that for me the ninth volume is probably the happiest volume, the most heartfelt volume.