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[Alexandr Korol]

Furthermore, I saw and felt that I wasn’t eating, but I wasn’t aware of it.
I just didn’t think about it, as if I forgot to eat, yet I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t
consume food; it was as if I didn’t want to eat at all. And there are no thoughts,
and because of that... it’s as if you are just one single point in the here
and now, and that’s it. I couldn’t understand how much time was passing
— whether it was one day or two. You cannot evaluate it; you have neither
evaluation nor thoughts. And what else was happening? Nothing. It’s as
if nothing else exists. There is only you, and it’s as if someone is above, and
you are talking to them. You just ask them a question, they answer, and that’s
it. The focus of attention is only on that — on the internal dialogue. If I were
to describe how I felt my body... it’s as if I didn’t feel it, as if it simply doesn’t
distract you. Nothing distracts you. It is just such clear consciousness.
It’s like how people today ask a question to some ChatGPT — I do the same,
only I ask my questions up there, to the “top.” I ask, and they give an answer;
I ask, and they give an answer. And so it goes all day. I analyze everything,
especially myself, because the work is being done on my inner world, my
inner “self,” and my “demon” within — if you can call it that, though I would
never have called it a demon, but fine. I begin to acknowledge things, to sort
them out; I ask the aliens to help me and show me myself from all sides.
I start admitting: “Yes, I am wrong; how can I be a deity or become a divine
being if I demand justice over every little trifle and react to it?” I shouldn’t
react to anything or demand justice. This means that, truly, it somehow
concerns me as a personality, as a human, and I shouldn’t have that; I must
cleanse myself of it. And all these days, I have been conducting this internal
work on my inner self.

I was speaking... I feel like saying “with the aliens” now, but of course,
one shouldn’t take that too literally. I used to call them “them,” or simply
put, I communicated with the voice. And when I spoke with the voice... I
don’t know, in that moment, of course, you lose track of time, but it feels
like it could have been very long: maybe two hours, maybe three. Because
when I communicate with them, everything around me seems to vanish.
I mean, obviously, the room is still there, but the feeling is... it feels
like my entire focus is on this voice, and everything else recedes into
the background so much that you can’t orient yourself in space or time.