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[Alexandr Korol]

The second friend chimed in and said, “Yes, that’s how it was.” Imagine
that! Then they told me that it wasn’t “me,” because I cannot speak English
like that, and that I was using completely different words, speaking in a
totally different way, and even looking different. It’s also interesting that the
two friends reacted differently. One experienced a strengthening of faith
after all this, but the other got very, very scared. So much so that he still
looks at me with terror to this day. Just now, as he was leaving, he looked at
me with frightened eyes, not understanding what is happening at all, even
though two days have passed. It was as if we weren’t even breathing air. It was
as if we weren’t even speaking aloud, but I was inside my friends’ heads, talking
to them for six hours, all night until the morning. I spoke about myself and
about people in general, but I addressed them as representatives of humanity.
I said to them:

— Stop behaving this way. Stop choosing this phony path. Stop arguing with me
and trying to distort the truth. Enough. It is over, — That is what I was saying.

Then I said that no one would ever again dare to suppress my will, my Spirit.
But now, here is the most crucial part. When I was discussing this with my
friends on September 13th, I wasn’t just talking while they nodded along.
No. The three of us discussed it like three witnesses to someone visiting
us — it was just that the one who visited had inhabited me. And everyone
felt it, myself included. It wasn’t just my friends trying to rethink and
understand what on earth was happening the next day; I was also trying to
re-evaluate and understand what that was, how it happened, and who or
what was inside me. You cannot imagine the scale of that power. While I
spoke for six hours at the table with my friends, it was as if they couldn’t
even move; I was inside their heads. It felt as though this Spirit entered not
only me but them as well. The entire conversation was about how everyone
suppresses this Spirit within themselves, and that it won’t happen anymore
— that he has finally arrived. One of my friends said to me during the night:

— Alexandr, maybe we could change the subject, make it a bit softer?
Your other friend is sitting here terrified.