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[Alexandr Korol]

felt more cheerful, like the “good cop,” and another one like the “bad cop.” One would sometimes scold me or pull me back in line, while the other would say something like, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” That’s why I say “they.” So when I say “voice,” it’s not like I actually hear a physical voice saying, “Hey, let’s go there.” No, I create that voice myself. I feel the impulse and I give it the voice cover. I know how the brain works. It’s not some literal physical voice in my head — I produce it myself. That’s what “they” are. And there were periods of time when I was in contact with them every single day — this was back in 2009–2010. Then I stopped hearing the voices, almost like I just forgot about them. There’s an explanation for that too: when you’re in one world — let’s call it a frequency or a multiverse — when you’re “without mind,” in the “cosmos,” you’re with yourself, and you can see and hear all of this, you’re in a world of creativity. But when you’re like everyone else, in the material-social world, in all the hustle, where your attention is occupied, scattered, where you have thoughts, goals, tasks — then all of that drowns it out, and you stop hearing the voice. There were several times when that voice disappeared and then came back. And in 2019, the voice returned again — fully. In 2019, around March or April, during that period when I began studying stones and started buying various crystals and gems, “they” began to switch off my mind and carry me into that state again, as if I were “without mind.” And at that point, I started hearing the voice again, started asking them questions, and that’s when the whole topic about aliens reemerged. That was when I gave them a new image — “oh, you’re aliens” — but that was already in 2019. Before that, I didn’t know who they were, but I understood they were definitely not humans. I always had the assumption that maybe — since we are evolving — maybe these are the ones who once lived here and developed so far that now they exist somewhere in the future. They became gods, and we’re all supposed to become gods in the future. So maybe they are gods of some kind, or angels, or something like that — those I was sensing. That’s what I used to think, back then. Later, that evolved year by year. But the essence still remains the same. I wasn’t wrong that it wasn’t a single voice. The ones I was sensing — there was more than one, definitely. There’s a number of them. That much I sensed correctly. Maybe I described it incorrectly at times, but the core truth stays unchanged.