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[Alexandr Korol]

So, this was yesterday. Yesterday was December 30. I called the Mystic-Old- Man and asked him different questions. How did it all start? On the morning of December 30, I felt like... You know, I’ve always written that any extreme is bad. If you feel completely confident in yourself, thinking you’re great, you’ll immediately be deflated so that you become more humble. If you shrink too much and become overly modest, circumstances – doesn’t matter through whom, even a former classmate – will start lifting you up so you don’t lose heart and instead get a little inspired. And here, I had drifted off so far that I felt like I could already fly and was immortal, seriously. Of course, I didn’t have those thoughts exactly, but the feeling was as if I was completely losing my connection to reality. Really. And this went on from December 27 to 29. Then on December 30, I wake up, open my messages, and I see a message from a person I dislike. They just write, “How are you?” But it hits me so hard, making me think, “Where did they even get my number?” and somehow, it jolts me awake. I suddenly feel this fear, this sense of disgust, some strange unpleasant feeling – and because of that, I immediately snap back into reality. I think, “Wow, so I really drifted somewhere into the fog these past days.” And I realize that this situation was given to me so I could sober up because I had really lost track – I didn’t know whether it was day or night, morning or evening, where I was, or what I was doing. I couldn’t even remember if I had been writing my book during those days – it was all just a blur. And this one simple text message sobered me up on December 30. And I understand one hundred percent that this message was sent by God, by the system itself, deliberately using such unpleasant people for my own good. Just to deflate me when necessary – to regulate me, so to speak – to keep me from getting carried away. And that it’s all only for my safety. And I realize that, yes, if that text message on December 30 hadn’t woken me up, if I hadn’t snapped back into the “here and now,” if my awareness hadn’t returned – who knows where I would have gone, where I would have ended up... maybe I wouldn’t have come back at all. But instead, just like that – wake up! I think, “Okay,” and start mentally processing everything that had happened over the past few days. Because at that point, I had completely lost track – was I there for two days, three, a week? When was I supposed to go back? I have special tickets that I can change, so I start thinking – maybe I should stay longer, maybe I should change them for another country. And now, I’m probably still going