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[Alexandr Korol]

What happened? He died. Died without knowing it. He entered the “corridor,” and in the “corridor” he remembered me — whereas there, in the world into which he had gone, I was not present, and therefore he could not even remember me. I had simply been erased from his mind all that time. So one must not be offended at such people — everything is arranged by nature exactly as it should be, as it has turned out. And so I speak with this person — suppose it is some friend of mine — and while he has not yet become defined, all that time he remembers me and sees me, and can even read my books. And there is no need to force him, no need even to advise him. The person himself tells me that he has been reading my books for a week already, and he could not believe that I would even reply to him. And then, after some time, the person disappeared, but I could find him and come to him. It is not that he disappeared — it is as if all of this happens on a subtle level, like some kind of coding. But it is simply that he became surrounded by society. As though he had been within himself, alone, if we describe it in our linear human time — and that is the “corridor” — and then suddenly life began moving again for him. He built a personal life or got work, and he immediately forgot me, because his attention was occupied, he was already there, and that was it, he left the “corridor.” But in reality it is not all so simple. In reality, as it turns out, these are entire worlds, and truly the world of the dead, and worlds, and rebirths, and hell, and paradise — all of this in the literal sense of the word. That is, there cannot be other variants; it is exactly this way. It is simply not given to people to see and to know this — it is given only to the gods. Well, to people who have passed through all of this, who are already further somewhere — it is given to them to know, it is revealed to them in this way, as it is now being revealed to me, as it is being revealed to all of you.

When I was reading now all my notes from my whole conscious life, when I opened all those draft diaries, what was published, and even what was not published, I was in shock, truly in shock. My breath was taken away, a vacuum around me, tears, a mad state of realization, of illumination. And I tried to understand why I lost this magical world every time.