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[Alexandr Korol]

But creativity and responsibility are very different things. There are creative and irresponsible people who don’t count anything but are irresponsible, while I, nevertheless, am responsible. Maybe I didn’t count anything, but I always knew about responsibility — that I would never owe anyone anything and would never let anyone down if I promised something to someone. And there were many moments like this about being the “elite guy,” not just one. The first moment when I began to understand the material-social world was when, as I described earlier, I was afraid of money. This all started in 2011, when the power spots ended, the messengers disappeared, and it felt like I had been left behind in this material-social world. All the miracles disappeared, I couldn’t hear any voice, nothing was left, it was just me, an ordinary person. And that’s when I adapted to this material-social world. Of course, when you’re forced into this material world, you still feel like the odd one out, like a white crow, observing everything from the outside, because you’re in your own spirituality, in the “cosmos,” and people can feel that. And that was the problem. Then, at some point, I felt this switch for the first time. It was in 2011. That’s when I built relationships, got a dog, rented an apartment, bought a red car, just as the messenger Lyubov had predicted, bought myself a PlayStation with the game Uncharted 3, if I’m not mistaken, and I started watching a series, which I was thrilled by, “Prison Break.” At some point, I suddenly began to feel the mood of people, the desire to eat food, something I didn’t really care about before. Food didn’t interest me at all. But suddenly, I wanted to eat. I wanted to socialize with people, didn’t want to stay home alone, wanted to buy everything. It was like all of a sudden I had this consumerist desire, this “I want-want” feeling, when I entered the human world. It was then that I made the discovery that “ah, it’s frequencies.” Because at that time, I realized this thing... I had lost the “cosmos” when everything shut down for me in 2011. But then, immediately on the weekend, I got it back. I mean, there was a week where I got lost, and then on the weekend, I was alone at home, went into the “cosmos,” and everything returned. And I then understood that music, films, people, and lifestyle all affect it. So I started making molds. A mold of the social-material world and a mold of the spiritual world, and I learned how to switch between them. When I wrote a book, I would stay alone, meditate, listen to slow music. And that’s when I would start to feel myself again, see everything from the outside, and write. Later, I called it “shutting myself