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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 9:27 am
these boundaries. And I have already been reborn again, just now, a couple of days ago, into an even more different multiverse, which is why in the past three days I have been feeling different again — in another way. Even clearer, more aware, and more magical, as I once felt again in childhood. And I would say that this is not like what I described a month ago as some kind of happiness — it is more an extraordinary kind of conscious clarity. That is, I want to state loudly and clearly that it is as if earlier, when I had just begun writing books — let’s take 2010 as an example — I was as much as possible like the Spirit. And what I was afraid to say to people at that time, and throughout all the years, because they wouldn’t believe me, they would laugh, is something I can now dare to say with confidence — I was then truly working miracles and was very unusual. And now, as I am becoming like that again, in these last three days, I began to remember another version of myself that I was before, but as if different moments began to be highlighted, different people, different situations. Again, also from those long-ago times, when I was 20, in my early twenties, and as if now it is returning, only now I am an adult here. As if now I am remembering everything that was then, but I am remembering it as an adult and comparing it with what it was then, and becoming once again the person I was before. Back then, what has now been highlighted to me, there truly was a great deal of magic.
And what kind of magic was it? It was as if everything in my life was literally like a fairy tale. At that time I was even writing draft books and naming them “Another World,” “The God’s Fool,” “The Language of Circumstances.” And why? Because it was all that same fairy tale. It was some kind of otherworldly realm, but again still the same world — your same home, the same street. But it felt as if a pigeon flew by and saluted you. As if a snail crawled past and winked at you. That kind of magic. And I began to remember what it was like back then. Now I have tuned into it again, into this frequency, so what was it like back then when I was tuned in? And it immediately began to be highlighted for me. And I remember that back then, when — let’s call it — I was in this Spirit, I had absolutely no awareness of what I was wearing. Yesterday I caught myself in the same thing:
And what kind of magic was it? It was as if everything in my life was literally like a fairy tale. At that time I was even writing draft books and naming them “Another World,” “The God’s Fool,” “The Language of Circumstances.” And why? Because it was all that same fairy tale. It was some kind of otherworldly realm, but again still the same world — your same home, the same street. But it felt as if a pigeon flew by and saluted you. As if a snail crawled past and winked at you. That kind of magic. And I began to remember what it was like back then. Now I have tuned into it again, into this frequency, so what was it like back then when I was tuned in? And it immediately began to be highlighted for me. And I remember that back then, when — let’s call it — I was in this Spirit, I had absolutely no awareness of what I was wearing. Yesterday I caught myself in the same thing: