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[Alexandr Korol]

Chapter 14. Elements of Heaven

June 30, 2025. Where did I leave off? I’m opening my notes now — everything I’ve gathered over the week I’m recording in the same sequence, in the proper order, so I can later unfold all of it in Volume Nine. Here’s what I had written down: on the night of June 25, I noted that during the day, four different times under different circumstances, I came across the same kind of theme. I’d better describe it. You know that music video from the 2000s — or maybe late 90s, but I think early 2000s — “Push the Tempo”. In it, some guys turn on music, and suddenly they start twitching and can’t control their arms. Then the video shows more people listening to the music — an artist who can’t control his brush strokes, someone serving food unevenly, things like that. Well, YouTube just randomly suggested it to me, and I remembered seeing it back when I was a kid. That caught my attention. But then, throughout the entire day, under different circumstances, I kept being shown the same kind of theme. And it ended with me putting on, just by chance, the film “Just Like Heaven” with Reese Witherspoon. If I’m not mistaken, it’s set in San Francisco. A man rents a house there, and it turns out a girl’s ghost lives in it — that’s the main character, the actress. And to stop him from doing things, like going somewhere or drinking alcohol, she enters his body and starts controlling his hand.

But here is the paradox. The day before that I had a dream, but it was a scary dream. I got frightened and at first decided not even to write it down, thinking maybe it has nothing to do with the book, that I had just watched too many movies. But now, you see how it turned out, that it was actually some kind of message from above. So, the day before I began to see these clips and films, where this idea is shown that for some reason it’s possible to control a person’s hand, the day before that I had this dream. And what kind of dream? I am riding in public transport, something like a bus, and some man starts behaving badly. So, an adult man, maybe around 50 years old, he begins to yell at everyone, to shout. And I don’t turn my head, I only see it sideways, out of the corner of my eye, and a thought flashes through my mind: “let him die.”