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[Alexandr Korol]

And all of this lasted, it turns out, until the middle of 2011. That is, in 2008 I left home, in June, around June or July, just like now, and all that time I was in the world of heaven, until the middle of 2011. And then I entered the world of people, when I rented an apartment, started a relationship, got a dog, bought a car, got a job — all purely social-material. That is what happened. That is exactly how I expressed myself then, when I began writing books actively, after 2011, I would say: “I descended to you, people, into the world of people. Here you are all competing with each other, whose sweater is more expensive and more beautiful, but that is all kindergarten. True spirituality is something else.” Well, back then I called the world of heaven spirituality. And imagine what a shock it was. The key to how I ended up then in the world of heaven, and how I appeared as I am, Alexandr Korol the writer, was that at 17 I left home. And afterward for a very long time I could not even force myself to enter the world of earth, the world of people. I literally had to learn how to be there, and so people looked at me as if I were some kind of alien. I remember people’s eyes and their words when they said it was as if I had fallen from heaven, that it was unbelievable that I didn’t know a single brand name at that time, not a single title, nothing. I didn’t care what states or countries there were, what celebrities, TV shows, or how much bread cost. Everyone laughed that I didn’t know the price of bread or bananas, and that I didn’t eat at all. And I would say: “Why do you, people, eat so much, why do you give it such importance, you only need a little.” And everyone feared that I would die of hunger, because I was very thin and ate nothing. And everyone was astonished that I truly didn’t know so many things. That is, as if my wisdom or soul, this consciousness, was rich within me, but in terms of the mind, the clever words, phrases, all these sciences, I did not know what any of it was called. And to even explain who I was and how I saw the world and people, it was as if I needed to, and inevitably had to, learn this human language, the social-material one, in order through examples of social layers of society, comparisons, and all of that, to explain everything to people. Well, let’s say, to explain their world to them, and explain my world to them, and explain in general how I came, from where, and where I intend to return, I hope. Or rather, I am there already, but will I be allowed to stay there long? Or can I be there always