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and want to move on, maybe to eat something. I could experience all of this as if I were him. So if I went to the zoo now and described all of this in detail, and you — say, as witnesses or specialists — recorded it, without telling Vasya anything, then when Vasya went to the zoo the next day, everything would play out exactly as I had described. He would even list the animals he didn’t like and the ones he did, just as I had said. And how could I have known that? Because I was there with his feelings and through his eyes — and everything he liked or disliked, I could see it. I could simply dictate it to you, and you would write it down. It didn’t matter whose photograph you showed me; I would instantly start wanting what that person wanted. It was as if I connected to their Wi-Fi. And so, without thinking or planning like some clever spy, once I connected to someone, I would begin doing everything they did. Sooner or later, we’d end up crossing paths on the same golf course, so to speak. And they’d be stunned: “How did you know that? How did you figure it out?” The truth was — I didn’t calculate anything. It was simply as if everything lit up for me: suddenly I wanted golf, I looked up which course “lit up” for me, I went there — and there he was. Why? Because I was connected to him. And the most interesting thing is that my friend, of course, never practiced or developed it the way I describe it here. But he told me he also felt people in the same way. That’s why he was shocked when he read my book about it — because he experienced it too, but he didn’t understand what it was. So the very first time was when I was getting my military ID and I felt an old woman in the line, if I’m not mistaken, with a bad heart. I even described this in my first draft book “The Answer.” And after that I got very scared, because I thought that I was going to die, but in fact it was she who was dying. And I started writing about it on social media, and different people, I don’t even know what kind of people they were, but more like some Russian Hindus, who believe in all those gods, and I didn’t understand it at all, I was really scared. Why was I scared? Because my parents always told me that “there are all sorts of sects, be careful.” And so some of those people in costumes, really, with strange names, started telling me that I was an Indigo child. They all began adding me as friends and writing that “you are an Indigo child,” that I have some kind of aura, that I am an empath. And I asked: