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[Alexandr Korol]

trying to understand what it is and how it works. It’s as if something or someone is writing the book through me, and then I read it myself to realize something and make a discovery.
And now, while working on the rough pages of the fifth volume, I wrote down another observation, an awareness, a kind of “but.” I wondered – what if, somewhere, people are dying right now, and they, these people, are waking up here, while before they were on autopilot? And now they’re waking up here, just like I did. When I started writing my first rough books about how I see the world, many people on the internet, strangers, stumbled upon my books and all started saying, word for word, that it was all about them. But back then, I was young, and I didn’t often communicate with people enough to know everything about them. And, in essence, I wasn’t writing about social or material people. I was writing about myself and how I saw the world. And all the people who came across my book, those who resonated with it, all said that they felt exactly the same way, saw everything the same, and agreed with every word I wrote – as if I had written everything that was “on their soul,” that’s how people expressed it. But now, I’m talking about something else.What I’m talking about now is, could it be that all these people, in some other world, were actually fragments of God? So, if we assume the previous information I gave – that God is, in a way, a person who is the main character in their multiverse, and in the multiverse they believe in, they believe everyone is happy and not sick, and so, in that multiverse, everyone is happy and not sick. And as if there, somewhere, God dies. But who is God? It turns out that God is the people. All the projections of people are projections of God, and they die there, but they are resurrected here, meaning they wake up here. And you see, I woke up, and the people who are waking up too – my readers – they feel like my own, like family. I feel the same for them. And these books resonate with them, like a meaning of life, as if it’s our shared script. It’s so unusual, right? And we all hold on to this train that’s moving, like these five volumes of books. But could it be that these people, the readers – you – are already a projection of me? You’re already a fragmented version of me, and this is still somehow coming together. And it turns out that the more people die somewhere in some parallel reality, it’s like God is dying there, a God that is made up of people. And here, God is being formed from the awakening people, who exist in the future in their multiverse – my multiverse.