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[Alexandr Korol]

write all this down, record it, so that later I can reveal this information in the right sequence. And from what I have recorded over the past five days, one of the rules — I would even say that in general these rules are like how not to lose it, how not to fall from this heaven, how not to collapse back down, how to stay in this world of heaven, what is in this world of heaven. And one of the interesting observations is that under no circumstances, if you live in the world of heaven, if you are such a magical character, then you must never interfere in the lives of people. And now I will explain, because I know how everyone’s hands itch. And the most interesting thing — it’s one thing if I now began to feel this way, to notice this. I got goosebumps because I remembered that I used to be like this and had forgotten it. Let me explain. Before I “fell” from heaven, when I was still little, or perhaps I had fallen but had not yet forgotten it, that world of heaven, in the first year while still adapting to the world of people, I did not try to change anyone and did not make remarks to anyone at all. Of course, the world is very complicated, multifaceted: there are people who, because of complexes and sins, nitpick at others; there are people who, because they sincerely want to help, are always making remarks to others to save them; and there are others for some other reason. And here is the essence — that I had no reason before, what I now remembered with shock — I am in shock now that I remembered this — that earlier, if I could suddenly, in school or somewhere in some courses, meet some person, it didn’t matter if it was a teacher or just some boy guitarist, and if that boy guitarist was dressed in black, with horns and skulls, with images on his sweater, if that person smoked cigarettes — I didn’t even see it. That is, I had not a single thought, zero percent, that this was bad. This is a very important point, this now directly overlaps with the Garden of Eden. Why? Because everything intersects precisely with the Fall, with the knowledge of good and evil. When I had not yet known good and evil, I could not evaluate people, and nothing caught me. Yes, of course, there were moments. I remember what my first books began with, when I was 15–16 years old. I wrote about how a girl deceived a boy, and I wrote: “Why do people deceive each other?” And I wrote about this in my diary. But that is different. What I am talking about now is that when I used to be friends with or meet and communicate with people, when I was still in high school, and when I went