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[Alexandr Korol]

“The 144,000 are groups of the chosen, sealed before and during the apocalyptic
events to fulfill a special role in God’s plan. They are ‘saved’ in a spiritual sense —
protected and redeemed — but their mission unfolds during the great tribulation,
not after the full completion of the apocalypse. After this, they likely participate
in the glorification of God along with the ‘great multitude’ of the saved.”

144

If I were to add more of my feelings and observations regarding this topic
of the number 144, something I felt recently was very unusual — a sensation
I had previously experienced in August 2019. Right before September,
before my birthday, I decided to leave the United States; I was living in Los
Angeles at the time. I left sharply, spontaneously, as if a higher power was
controlling me and arranging all the circumstances so that I would end up in
Russia and not return to America. It was highlighting and showing me that I
should live in a house with no neighbors, like they show in the movies when
people live on estates in France or England. I was meant to live that way:
a large field, a forest, a river or a lake, and no one else around. From there,
circumstances unfolded in such a way that hints were coming from every
direction, endlessly suggesting that I needed to go to Karelia. I set off.
Everything fell into place so easily that I found the exact spot I had been shown.
But it all took a long time because I participated in an auction to acquire
those lands and buildings. I finally saw it all in person only at the beginning
of 2020, just as Covid was starting. By spring, as the snow began to melt,
I went to Karelia to start construction and deal with everything I had
acquired there. While I spent that whole summer in Karelia, as the world
was gripped by the horror of the pandemic and Covid, I felt something — and
not just me, but my friends and employees too. Everyone noticed the same
thing, but no one could find the words to describe what we were sensing.
It was such an unusual feeling that as you drove down the forest road toward
my place — let’s call it my “dacha” in Karelia, specifically where my farm
is — something happens. It’s as if we were entering another dimension
or another space; a completely different energy, a different rhythm.