and that’s what gave me all the knowledge. Who gives me all the knowledge? Where do I know everything from? People think I read a bunch of books or listened to someone. No, the information isn’t from the internet or books. I might be able to reference a film to illustrate something I described in the book, but that’s just to help people grasp the idea. The information itself doesn’t come from a movie, or from someone else’s books. No. I never used to read books — I’ve only just recently started opening Wikipedia. Before that, I deliberately avoided reading even a single book so as not to fill my head with false or limited outside perspectives. Why should I look at the world through other people’s narrow lenses when I had my own, different, and more accurate perception? And “they” would always highlight for me what to pay attention to, always gave me information, always guided me. These “they” are my teachers. I’m like their physical continuation here — some sort of transmitter — and they, you could say, are the ones writing the books through me. I’m just the vessel, you know, the channel. And even then, I often apologize to “them” and say, “Sorry if I can’t always fully or quickly decode your information or if I’m slow on something.” I feel ashamed before them. But on the other hand — what can I do? I’m still human, like everyone else. So who are these “they”? Going back to the question, when was the first contact? The first contact happened in 2008, in June, when I was walking down the street and started addressing them, asking what they wanted from me. And only the second time was when I was listening to music and began hearing a voice. But that was just one “he,” not “they.” And that “he” is of a higher rank than “they.” The highest is “he.” Just below in rank are “they.”
The same question keeps coming up more than once, though everyone asks it in different ways or rephrases it.
Question: Big Alexander spoke about the Philosopher’s Stone, which is located in the East. Does it exist physically or not?
Let’s put it this way: the Philosopher’s Stone is a code. And this code exists both in a small scale and in a large scale — it’s essentially what everything is built upon. This Philosopher’s Stone, meaning this matrix, exists within me as a human being, and it also exists out there — in the city, the country, the Solar System.