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[Alexandr Korol]

Tomorrow I’ll probably already finish editing part of the eleventh volume, though
of course still not to the end. That is, I’m editing it while I’m still writing more of
it. Maybe I should ask those who rule everything to make some kind of good finale
for the eleventh volume? Then again, the finale isn’t bad as it is. Throughout the
whole eleventh volume I write there — more precisely, here — that I’ll vanish,
disappear; that maybe I’ll disappear and that’s it, the eleventh volume is the
last, and whether I’ll come back or not, or disappear altogether, and whether I’ll
be able to come back, and how to communicate with me. But it was an unusual
experience. But all the same it seems to me that when I first, in childhood,
listened to the music of Yoav — “Beautiful Lie,” stopped feeling my body, stopped
breathing, saw a white light, and someone was talking with me and told me that
I’m not a human and showed me the future — then the one who was talking with
me, it seems to me, was after all the chief God. Whereas now someone else was
talking with me, but of a very strong level. I don’t even know how to explain it, it
felt so interesting. I simply sensed this consciousness that was talking with me,
and it has such unusual properties. It can be anywhere, anyone. Astonishing. And
again this feeling, as if it’s me in the future. As if I’m the same, only right now
a first-grader compared to the one who came to me and talked with me. I won’t
rush, right tomorrow — although who knows — to “make a wish,” about what I
want there, what I choose, in order to transform reality. But it’ll be in the near
future. For now, though, my task number one is, of course: as soon as I wake up,
to get straight to the eleventh volume. I like working on it. Very magical.

I’ll try now, without notes, to somehow put it all together in my head from
the latest information I have. Right now it’s May 18th, 2026. Well, what shall
I say? Even if you take the last week, the feeling is that it wasn’t a week but
many months. You want to say, roughly speaking, a year. Of what I’ve noticed…
After I had that dream, and in that dream they talked with me, showed me all
sorts of things, told me all sorts of things, I became somehow different. The
intoxication and the heat vanished, but at the same time I’m in the Spirit, with
a super-clear head, and I’m super-clear myself. As if I’ve only just been born,
as if I’ve had a super sleep and washed my face. A very clear head. Probably the
last time people felt this way was before COVID-19 began. Seriously. Of such
observations, what shall I say… I’ve begun to talk less. A friend told me about it.