Question: When your colleague asked the Mystic-Old-Man about the entrance to the pyramid, the mountain in Karelia, he replied that there is none. But later you asked him the question slightly differently: “And if one were to get into it, into that mountain, then from which side?” And he replied: “From the north.” Why does the Mystic-Old-Man’s answer change depending on the wording of the question, or is it not about the wording?
Let’s talk about the mountain. I asked the Mystic-Old-Man about this mountain many times, and he said that one should meditate on it. Just sit, rest, contemplate or meditate. Dream — that’s how he put it. But there’s no need to dig, extract, or retrieve anything from it — that’s what he said. And I questioned him many times, on different days, at different times, from different angles, even through other people — I asked others to call him instead of me. And he would say that there’s nothing there. Then he said there’s something sealed up in it, but again, that there’s no entrance. Then he said yes, there is an entrance from somewhere, from one side, if you try to enter. But again — where exactly? Then there’s also the point that the mountain is not small, and maybe it’s connected to which part of the mountain I meant. When I asked what’s inside, I meant the center of the mountain, the highest point. But there’s a place, for example, where there’s an anomalous zone, which is detected by instruments, and I feel it too — I feel nauseous, dizzy. And when I asked what would happen if I drilled, where I would end up or what it was, he said there was some kind of liquid or some cavities, that there was something unique or extraterrestrial inside. And that because of this — because of what’s inside the mountain and the mineral it’s made of — it all kind of radiates energy, which is why everything seems irradiated. But that’s because there’s something inside. I haven’t drilled anything, because there’s no access to this mountain — you can’t get there with any equipment. Sure, you can maybe drill thirty centimeters, but you can’t bring in the kind of rig people use for drilling water wells, because there’s no road. And again, I always asked myself — why would I? Maybe one day I’ll write all this down, and then, who knows, maybe my government will take an interest in studying it. How do I know? Maybe my descendants, my grandchildren, great-grandchildren, if I have any, maybe they’ll find this book, like in a movie, blow the dust off, start reading and say, “There was our great-great-grandfather, Alexandr Korol,