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[Alexandr Korol]

Those attempts have already happened at different points in my life — and more than once. But they were temporary, brief. They lasted for a certain period: a couple of hours, half a day, maybe a week — but it always seemed to weaken eventually, like when I’d slip back into daily routine in the evening. Then it would intensify again. So what’s the conclusion? That when I fully reach that level, the way I felt in those sharp, pinpoint moments — like I was inside everyone’s head, like I was in the Spirit, and yet still seeing the real world as it is — then that very state will just lock in at some point. And I’ll remain there permanently. That’s my assumption.
And you see — now I want to record all of this in Volume Eight, and I realize that this eighth volume is very interesting. It’s as if I’m still going through Mara’s trials, yet at the same time I’m getting to know more deeply who I’m supposed to become — or who I already am. And in parallel, enlightenment is happening. That is, right now, in the literal sense, I can see that all the previous books were various connections to different versions of myself, which I described — but back then, I hadn’t yet matured enough, and I understood only that I needed to reach that point someday. But now, it’s as if I no longer need to “connect” to another world or Spirit — I just need to enter it, to become that, so to speak — and that’s it, and remain that way. And now this process is happening — let me put it this way, let’s not nitpick words — physically, this process is happening right now. Meaning, this physical world of mine — I’m sitting in my apartment, surrounded by piles of books, notebooks where I write, sketch, all these manuscripts and drafts, and there’s a dedicated area cluttered with the matrix model I’m deciphering, made from bamboo sticks and glue gun. Right now I’m drinking Da Hong Pao — “Big Red Robe” tea — which is also symbolically fitting for Volume Eight, since I’m studying the element of fire and the color red. It’s very interesting that I’m recording this process of transformation, this emergence from the night, and into enlightenment.

The other day I was talking to my mom, and I just casually mentioned the color red — and suddenly it felt like something awoke in her, or like someone entered her. I don’t know what system does that, considering there are different systems: the system of God, the system of the Mother of God,