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[Alexandr Korol]

saw a flying saucer — there’s that kind of personality type. And I’m the opposite: I could be staring at a flying saucer for two full minutes, clearly. It could even flash its headlights at me like this — and still, unless I see it up close and confirm it, I’d be too cautious to loudly proclaim that it was a flying saucer. That’s just how I approach things — I’m that kind of skeptic. And it’s true, when I was little and just started writing my first books, I often described how I would sit home alone at night listening to music, and suddenly I would enter some unusual state where there was white light, and I couldn’t see anything but white light. And someone began speaking to me, and he said that I was not a human being, but an angel, that I came here not to live but to work, and that everyone around me — my family, friends, people — that they were not really my family or friends, that all of this was just a crowd, circumstances, just circumstances. And then I was shown a future where it was like I was just standing somewhere, completely alone, and yet it felt like everyone was talking about me. That all the attention of people, which is usually somewhere out there in society, was somehow all in my head. Like all the attention was on me. And it felt like everyone was thinking about me, but I wasn’t there. That’s how I saw it and felt it back then. This was in 2009, if I’m not mistaken. What happened next? Back then, when I saw that, for some reason I had this sense — like a number that the voice told me or highlighted somehow — it stuck with me as the number 23. I figured it would happen when I turned 23. I waited, was very afraid, seriously, with my naive mind, that something would happen at 23. In the end, nothing happened. I figured I must have imagined it all, that I was mistaken. But then the miracles started again, messengers began to appear, and I realized that if messengers are showing up, then I hadn’t been wrong after all. And I thought, okay, then who am I? Why is all this happening? Why am I alive? What is going on? What am I supposed to do? And all of it started unfolding just like that, but it’s all described in the first volume of “Alternative History.” Then I just assumed — maybe the number 23 didn’t refer to age 23, but to the year 2023. Maybe that’s when something would happen. But by then I wasn’t exactly waiting for that date anymore. I understood that maybe, in a way, it all aligns — 2023 was the year I turned 33. Well, 2023 is when I turned 33, the age people often associate with Jesus Christ. I thought, well, maybe. And when, on August 30, 2023, I deciphered the matrix, the state I was in was similar, but there was also this sensation of a tunnel —