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[Alexandr Korol]

that I pay close attention to it and show people that it had already been hidden and encrypted back then, waiting for a specific moment when the time would come. And then what’s next? I find the icon The Protection of the Most Holy Mother of God, where once again this rainbow appears, that is, this arc, but inverted, which is natural — after all, it is the Mother of God, and it is often depicted this way: she is holding a veil, meaning she is holding a piece of fabric before her with her hands, but this fabric is curved downward, as if it is sagging in an arc. This, too, is one of the parts of the matrix that I deciphered, physically constructed. Just as He is seated on wheels, when Mother of God holds the veil, she is holding this wheel — these are all manifestations of different facets and parts of this matrix that I deciphered, which is the philosopher’s stone. Then I come across the icon The Synaxis of the Most Holy Mother of God, where the Mother of God is seated with a child on her lap, and behind her, radiating to the left and right, are rays, almost like a hedgehog’s spikes. I take my cube, start looking at it, and I find this pattern — it is also one of the sides of the matrix. If you have this cube in front of you, flat as a square, but if you start tilting it slightly toward yourself so that its top edge appears in the center, in front of you, then this forms the matrix — the same structure seen in the icon of the Synaxis of the Most Holy Mother of God. I mention this in the second volume of my book, saying that this is one of the sides. And then comes the most interesting part. Naturally, I feel very strange while deciphering all of this. It’s as if something is turning on inside me, something is pouring into me. I begin to see the world, life, myself, and everything else from completely different angles. I don’t even understand whether I’m awake or asleep. And then, I clearly remember that it was the next day when this Spirit, this system, directly told me that I absolutely had to find the Flower of Life in this matrix. And I understood that when I had drawn this matrix, I wasn’t searching for geometric figures within it — I didn’t even know the names of all these geometric shapes. That is, in essence, I was simply like a creative child connected to nature, just drawing what was described in all these sacred scriptures. I was simply drawing all of it. And then, upon looking closer, it turns out that within this cube, there is an octahedron. The octahedron is a rhombus. In this rhombus, there is an intersection, a kind of cross in different directions, the most central, like the trunk of a tree, and it can essentially be called a tree, the Burning Bush, and so on — this matrix, meaning