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[Alexandr Korol]

History” are a great adventure, a journey, a path – an electronic path. You open a page, read, and you connect to it, and you won’t leave this multiverse until you’ve lived through it. Then it lets you go, and you move on, reading further – it’s incredible. And your entire soul, consciousness, spirit, or whatever you call it – it all gets refined.
And in my assumptions, even if we take this literally – though it’s quite possible that this is all some kind of sacred language again – when could I die? The first option is before September 12, 2024, because I am 33 years old if we refer to the fact that I am 33. The second option is December 25, because for me, it’s like death, like birth – everyone was born on December 25. And the third option is in March. Why? Because suppose that by September 12, I don’t die and I figure everything out by December 25 – there will be this solstice, exactly the 360th day, 360 degrees, which is very important to me. And I will become someone else, maybe God in the flesh, but still, as if it’s some kind of final loading phase. And I will remain in this state, physically still in this solid plane, in the world of people, until March, and in March, I will die, or be killed, or fall ill, or something will happen around the period of the solar eclipse that should take place at the end of March. And then I will have to resurrect as a sign so that everyone understands that this resurrection has come. Again, how much of this is physically literal or sacred, I don’t know. But what I am completely convinced of is that everything is an illusion, and multiverses are real. As of today, I do not experience a single percent of fear of death, nor do I think about it, worry about it, or prepare for it in any way – no. It’s as if nothing even happened. But while I was in these illusions of death for a couple of days, in the Spirit of Death, so to speak – well, not just a couple of days, but many days – it still felt like each day was a year or two, as if time was experienced completely differently, as if I had only just returned. Only now can I even begin to express all of this. Only now have I digested it all. So, all this time, some kind of transformation, some kind of mutation was happening. And now I am here again. So I don’t know what comes next.
But from the latest, I began to value even more all the signs from childhood that were given to me: every time I heard a voice, and how this voice told me that if I led the wrong way of life, then it would no longer be able to communicate with me. And that’s why this voice forbade me to build relationships,