Alexandr Korol

And, interestingly, Big Alexander always scolded me for that. He kept saying that it was not how things really were, but I didn’t understand him. He would ask why I kept clinging to Christianity. Just like he always scolded me for constantly attaching myself to a specific country — why I was always trying to find a country to blame, or a country to call the most important one. And why I always tried to align myself with something specific. And he says that it doesn’t matter at all what skin color I have, what gender I am — figuratively speaking — none of it matters. Well, not gender specifically, he meant more about nationality, about all that. He says, “None of it matters at all.” But I kept clinging to it, just like all people do. Naturally, at that time, I had only just been born as the Son of God. And when you are the Son of God, you take your first steps just like God — meaning, there is still a lot of foolish human nature left in you, and it gradually begins to die off. And all the divine starts to manifest more and more each day. I am telling you this as if from the mouth of a child—the Son of God. And I understand that in Christianity, in the sacred scriptures, it is said that God created all of this. And then there is the Apocalypse, and in the Apocalypse, it speaks of some dark force, of a struggle against this dark force. That there is a harlot, and there is a new “woman clothed with the sun,” and that this new “woman,” this “bride,” is the bride of the Son of God. And I start to understand — okay, so God is someone beyond everything, above everything, not even really here, and He created this world, let’s call it the Mother of God. This Mother of God is some kind of autopilot force, as I used to call it, because for me, this system we live in is automated. That it responds to a person’s thoughts, intentions, emotions — even to something as simple as wiping snot on the table or sticking chewing gum under it — it registers everything instantly. But whenever I wrote that “God sees everything,” people would always imagine some old grandfather figure, someone who supposedly doesn’t exist but whom you must believe in so that everything turns out well. They would giggle and never take it seriously, never truly grasp that He really does see everything. And here, I finally start finding the right words and examples in the third volume, helping the reader realize that I wasn’t just assuming or joking, but that, in the literal sense, God knows every intention — not just actions but even thoughts. And from that, the entire system transforms around you, shaping your entire life: how your day unfolds, what happens when you step outside, what will seem