Alexandr Korol

collapse. Pay attention: when a person had seven core points anchoring them in this multiverse, and they suddenly collapse — losing their personal life, breaking up with their parents, losing their job — suddenly, they “wake up.” And so, for a time, they step out from under the influence of that multiverse, that system in which they lived. And they find themselves in the “corridor” — as I call it. In this “corridor,” I am there. I can say it as it is — there, I am the boss. It is my world. And over time, this will become clearer and more evident to everyone, and I won’t even need to convince people or say that it is my world. People themselves will talk about it more than I will. But that is for later. That is still far off. It turns out that this “corridor’ state — when a person experiences something like clairvoyance and sees the world from the outside, perceiving all the social layers of society — this is when they begin to see all the facets of The Mother of God. They see how everyone there lives, as if understanding that they can even choose where they want to go next. They can see it all because, at that moment, they are in the position of an observer. The observer position exists only in the “corridor” where I live. But this “corridor” is not just there for no reason, and it’s not by chance that people are drawn to it, and it’s not by chance that I am in it and write all my books from within the “corridor.” It turns out that there are people who are now maturing, as if they are like chicks about to hatch. The “corridor” is when you have already hatched from the “egg” and enter a new system. It may seem like the same physical world, as you are used to perceiving it, but in it, you feel completely different. You perceive the world and yourself differently, and that is precisely because you are now in a completely different simulation and connected to an entirely different Wi-Fi source. And so it happens that people who enter the “corridor” see me, read my books, then fall back into virtual reality, drowning in The Mother of God. Then something ejects them again, and they end up back in my “corridor.” And this process repeats, happening periodically over time. And everything was going smoothly, everything looked beautiful — until the serpent’s signs started becoming too obvious. Because later, the next time these little chicks hatched, instead of ending up in my “corridor,” the serpent caught them and said: “You want freedom? Spirituality? Oh, I’ll give it to you. Get a tattoo on your forehead — 666. Wear a rainbow flag. Put your feet up on the table. Don’t respect your parents. Don’t respect men. Act like pigs — immoral, uncensored. That’s true freedom. Why are you putting up