Alexandr Korol

He just says: “Yes, yes,” like he’s in a trance, in shock. I say to him:

— So, was it the aliens who shone the light?
— The aliens shone the light.
— Or did a Spirit enter me?
— Or a Spirit entered you.
— So which is it — this or that?
— Both this and that. It’s tough. It’s tough.
— What exactly is tough?
— It’s what everyone is afraid of right now, and what everyone is waiting for.
Everyone is waiting for something to happen, but they don’t know what, and
everyone is afraid of it.

And it began with him saying:

— This is the beginning.
— The beginning of what?
— Of all that — everything everyone is waiting for and fearing. It has begun.
— And what now? Am I this Spirit now, going to talk to everyone like this, so
they won’t even be able to move, standing there as if rooted to the spot, while
I am inside their heads?
— Yes, — and he says “yes” to everything like that. — So is this the judgment —
the way I will judge?
— This is the judgment — the way you will judge.

That’s how he is talking to me, can you imagine? He can’t say anything of
his own at all. I can see that he is seeing something, maybe some images,
but he has connected to something through me. It was like he was talking to
me in a trance. He didn’t say much, just agreed with everything. But that
Spirit was something else. Maybe it’s still there, I don’t know, but that was
my birthday. If I were to offer my own commentary... I confess, I wouldn’t
say I drank much alcohol. I poured myself a single glass of whiskey during
the night, but I wouldn’t say I actually drank it. I wasn’t drunk at all. This is
a very important point: we didn’t really drink, and we didn’t really eat.