Alexandr Korol

or a classmate — I suddenly begin to notice that somehow everyone begins
to doubt me. And this person, the friend, he also begins to doubt me, to
suspect me somehow; everything I say, he looks at me like that and thinks
that I am lying — for some reason he always looks at me from such a position.
I have to make excuses, and plus I also noticed that this friend, he always
has all his friends and relatives getting sick, and also, for example, along the
male line everyone, the men, as an example, die. While I am communicating
with him, falling into his imagination, that is into his, in the literal sense,
world, I suddenly begin to notice that everyone begins to suspect me,
everyone begins to doubt me. And because his world is like that, I fell into
this model of his world, into his illusion, into his imagination; if everyone
there gets sick, then I begin as if to get sick too or feel bad. But back
then, when I was little, I called this frequencies — that there are different
frequencies: there is a high frequency, there is a low frequency, all people
are located on different vibrations. This too, of course, can all be designated
like that, called that, but now I am digging more deeply, of course, therefore
for now I am calling all this such bubbles, worlds — in this context it is
more convenient.

And further I begin to reflect like this: that after all it’s true, after all if I...
For some reason, people never take this into account and do not agree,
although it is very important, but all people — all of us — are very strongly
connected to one another. And if we again imagine that I am an ordinary
person — let’s call me Petya, Peter, Pyotr — then no matter how you turn it,
I am still already connected to someone, to something, and someone is
connected to me. This could be a sister, a brother, a mother, a neighbor
with whom I say hello every day, an employee I’ve never seen who works
online, or maybe just some person who writes me comments every day on
some social network and I read them — and we already have a connection.
And this connection — it already influences each of us, whether we
want it or not — it is impossible to control, but the connection exists,
and it starts working immediately. And it turns out that if I am Petya,
and around me are certain people, then their, let’s say, all their imaginary
worlds — that is, bubbles — can, let’s say, reflect on me. The bubble of every
person in my circle — that is, his world — is like a movie; every movie has