Alexandr Korol

on December 31, 2023, I approached a gaming table with my friend, the game was Craps. As I approach the table, all the people—about five of them, a whole group — suddenly leave, and I’m left at the table. So it’s just me, my friend standing nearby (who at that moment wasn’t playing), and opposite me, there’s a man in an orange sweater, about 50-plus years old. And suddenly, I start feeling something strange again. It’s like I’m in a dream, a fog, or as if a beam of light is shining directly on our table, making it feel like space or time itself is distorting. It’s as if the table, the man, the dealer, and I are in some kind of vacuum. The game of Craps works in such a way that you have to throw the dice against the edge of the table, and a certain number comes up. As long as I keep rolling good numbers, the people betting win. But if I roll the wrong number, all their bets are lost. And so, if that happens, they might look at me with frustration, annoyance, or even anger. And this man tells me to bet all my money, everything. I ask, “Why?” And he takes a huge amount of money, all his money — $5,000 or $10,000, I don’t remember exactly, but a lot — and places the bet. The dealer is in shock, I’m in shock. And he says, “Bet everything and roll.” It’s my turn — I have to roll. For about 15 or 18 minutes, I keep rolling, and we keep winning, winning, winning. And I realize that something is happening because I feel like I’m in a trance. I turn to the female dealer and say that I want to stop, that I want to take my money, and I ask her to tell the man to take his winnings too. But she says, “Everything will be fine. Keep playing!” I don’t understand—what does she have to do with this? Why is she saying this? And it feels like whoever is inside this man is telling me to play — this same force is in her too, making her say the same thing. Do you understand? Anyway, I keep winning money, and this man wins a ton of money. I asked him, “Who are you? What is this?” He replies, “I don’t speak English.” I ask where he’s from, and he says, “From Spain.” And then he just runs off. But he wasn’t even really a person, seriously. I don’t understand what just happened at all. And then, just like that, the vacuum ends. This whole cosmic moment, this beam shining onto the table, it all just stops. And I am 100% sure that this was not my imagination — this was direct intervention by some higher forces. Naturally, I call Big Alexander and tell him everything. He says, “Well, you see how great this is? They are everywhere,” and goes on. Then I call the Mystic-Old-Man, and he also confirms it, saying that this was real, that it wasn’t my imagination. And he says that the messenger who