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[Alexandr Korol]

that I used to be magical like that — kind, magical, bright. Long ago. And it was as if over the years all that was lost, but now it has come back again. What is this? Why now? What happened? What did I do? That’s the question.

And since April the system has been highlighting two key phrases for me — “remember everything,” that exact phrase, and the second phrase, “nothing.” As if these are two themes, two keys that I need to pay attention to or somehow solve. And this began to happen about a month ago. And truly, with each passing day I remember more and more that the person I am now becoming — I am only becoming, I have not yet become. Right now this process of mine is happening, of some other me, as if I am being reborn, resurrected from the realm of the dead, so to speak, resurrected. And I understand that the world I am now heading into, bright and magical, is a world I have already been in before, in my childhood. And then, over time, I began moving more and more into other worlds of people and, in them, going through everything like through a meat grinder, gaining bumps and bruises, gaining experience, growing wiser. And now I am still returning to the same place. And Big Alexander tells me that I must remember that young self of mine, magical in that paradisiacal world, and compare it to this new paradisiacal world I am now entering, where I am already an adult. Specifically, to compare these worlds — to remember that one and to recognize this one that is now appearing, and compare. And also to compare where I have been in recent years — what kind of world it was where there was no bright, kind, gentle mood — what kind of world that was. And to compare all of this in order to remember everything — he tells me exactly that, “to remember everything.” But something else is curious — three days ago, that is, on the 13th or 14th, on one of those days I had a dream that frightened me very much. An earthquake began, and everything was collapsing, and that was it, and I woke up at that moment, but the feeling, the aftertaste remained, as if... That is, I still felt shaken, rocked, as if physically it had just happened. But I woke up, and it wasn’t there. And I think that it still did happen, and that somewhere something terrible happened, where many people died, including me. And I simply cannot catch this again, although you see, the system is already showing me