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[Alexandr Korol]

— No. All three of us must participate in this. What is happening right now
isn’t just some silly conversation — it isn’t even me doing this.

And then everyone plunged even deeper into that insane atmosphere.
You don’t understand what it was like — it was as if the world outside the window
and other people didn’t exist at all. There was no air; it felt as if we weren’t
even breathing or speaking. It was as if this Spirit was simply inside our heads.

What happened next? We began to recall it all — how the day had passed so
magically, as if we were under a beam, in space suits on another planet, and
then we discussed that whole night. One person was happy to discuss it, but
the other was a bit wary; he was very frightened by this Spirit. To be honest,
up until then, he hadn’t really understood who I was or believed in any of
this due to the level of his own development, but here, for the first time, he
finally believed — and he was stunned. I turned it into a joke for that second
friend who was scared: “Have you seen the movie Venom? Well, I have one
like that. He was only talking to you; he didn’t bite your head off, so don’t
worry. Although he wanted to,” I joked. I told him: “Don’t be afraid, you’re
my friend. Even though your head is tasty,” I said, “that’s Venom talking now.”
But the power was insane. Insane. I have security cameras everywhere for
safety, and generally to record everything during these times, so I decided to
check the footage. Naturally, you can’t hear much and can’t see details clearly,
but I looked at the period when that Spirit entered me at night. Imagine
this: the photograph itself radiates energy. There is a background radiation,
an energy coming from it so strong that your head starts to itch inside,
something starts moving in your brain and pressing on it — just from the
photograph. It was as if we were in a different space altogether. I showed this
photograph to Big Alexander, along with the amulet I bought — I decided,
fine, I’ll show him. I showed him and told him the whole story.
But what’s even more curious is when I called him on September 13th and
started showing and telling him everything... Before, if I called him on ordinary
days, we talked like people: he was a person, and I was a person in the world
of people. But here, I call him, and it was as if his head completely shut off;
he just listens to it all and can’t speak. It’s as if he’s somewhere else entirely.