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[Alexandr Korol]

just feel, and I trust that more. And yes, I might give something I feel the wrong name, but that doesn’t mean I was wrong about the quantity. So, if this is truly the attention of someone or something that hears me — and I hear them — and it’s “they,” then yes, that’s absolutely true. It’s not some illusion in my head, no. I simply give it, you see, a form. You can imagine it as someone sitting on a cloud, or imagine it as someone in a flying saucer. You can imagine them as spirits who are right here, but we don’t see them because they’re in the same place, just vibrating on a different frequency — we can’t see them, but they can see us... Interestingly, I emphasize this further in my books and make observations on this topic. And now, in the series “Smallville,” they show something similar. There were guys who, thanks to a meteorite, could pass through walls because the speed of their cells changed so much that it no longer matched the frequency of the wall or the physical world, so they could pass right through. I’ll say this — it’s real. And in general, we differ from the future only by these vibrations. So if I were to accelerate myself now to, say, five thousand, I would end up in the future. And maybe they — these extraterrestrials, who are people from the future — maybe they have a way to contact our world, which is why I can sense them. But it’s definitely “they.” Definitely “they” and their attention. But again, what is it? Maybe it’s just some kind of intelligence, and that intelligence can exist in anything — in a snail, in a stone, or simply everywhere. But still... it’s strange. See, even if it’s just some kind of intelligence, I sense multiple intelligences. Many, actually. I don’t know how many — five, seven, twelve — I don’t know, but it’s several. But not twenty. It’s a number around how many fingers one has. Maybe five, maybe ten. Something like that, some kind of quantity like that, though I’ve never counted. But when I tried to somehow reproduce that code I feel — like one, two, three — some kind of switching, those intelligences that contact me, I could sense them. And they’re different from each other. Since I can sense the difference, it means “they” are intelligences, but different intelligences, meaning they each have their own rhythm. Maybe they’re all from world five thousand, but one is from five thousand ten, and another from five thousand thirty. That’s how I feel it — so, “they.” And when I was in Karelia, I felt them exactly the same way. And what’s even more surprising, if I try to describe the feeling: when I was in Los Angeles and interacting with them, I felt like they were somewhere far away — like over there, on the Moon or something.