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[Alexandr Korol]

you fully become them. Can you imagine? It’s as if your body, your apartment, everything remains the same, but your characteristics, personality, habits, and behavior shift as if someone else has inhabited you, and you turn into them. I don’t understand what this is. Naturally, my first thought was that maybe this is some kind of accelerated transformation process — perhaps, as Big Alexander insists, I really am mutating, transforming. Maybe this is how I am physically living out, in a very short period, the lives of different people — this is what starts happening to me. From everything that was happening to me, I only identified the most essential aspects, and interestingly, I never intended to emphasize this so much. I had no plans in the third volume to specifically describe how, among all the worlds I entered, there was a heaven-world and a hell-world. No, I never planned that. I never planned it. It just happened that, for some reason, these worlds stood out. I would probably put it that way — they stood out. And I end up... well, what I describe here, this is something I had already noted down in February: I find myself in paradise. That’s what I call it. Naturally, anyone can interpret the word “paradise” differently, so don’t get too caught up in the term because it’s not the paradise you might think. Instead of focusing on the word itself, it’s better to focus on the description. And here’s how I describe it: for a few days, I experience an overwhelming sense of happiness, love, and family. But I don’t just feel it — I physically see it. I step outside, walk through streets and neighborhoods that belong to this world of happiness. I see people who are from this world of happiness, people who live in it. I physically perceive all of it — it’s not an illusion. It’s as if I have simply stepped into another world, yet I am still in the same city, in the same area, but within it, there exists a different kind of time and different streets. And I don’t navigate these places with my mind, but rather through a kind of feeling, as if drawn toward specific times, streets, and locations where I meet only those who belong to this same world. It was something unreal, something incredible—an overwhelming happiness and love. It was, truly, paradise. And I immediately start taking note of what could push me out of this paradise, what could help me stay in it, and how one might enter it. And I start drawing some very interesting conclusions, which, in principle, will now begin to unfold throughout the third volume. I begin to understand why people are expelled from paradise. Why do we come into contact with it but cannot stay there? To what level must one grow,