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[Alexandr Korol]

Chapter 25. Beast Again

Well, October 7, 2025. Now I have taken out all my notes from the last week.
If we start with what I recorded on October 1st and onward. That is, I was
riding in a car, and a real estate agent was sitting with me in the back seat,
and the driver, that is, the taxi driver, was in the front. And if we return to
the theme with which the tenth volume of the novel “Alternative History”
began — the fact that I was fighting the beast that, let’s say, possessed my
employee, then, when I defeated the beast in my employee, as it turned out,
I also needed to defeat the beast within myself, and we are talking specifically
about reaction, that I should not have these reactions like people do, that
if I want to become godlike, I should not have these reactions. And here,
indeed, no conflicts occur with strangers, nor with employees, nor with
friends, nor with relatives, but this small situation happens: when I am riding
with the real estate agent in the car, in the taxi, a certain squabble occurs
between them. One, as they say, is rude to the other, the other responds to
the first, and they both become frenzied, as if this beast has possessed them.
And I saw how this had happened with me previously. It’s not about who is to
blame or who is the initiator, but in this situation I saw that at first the taxi
driver was just in his own world, on his own wavelength, but the evil Spirit
had not possessed him. And the agent was riding with me, simply with his
own sins and also on his own mind, and the taxi driver just asked five times:
“show the way, show the way, I don’t know where the metro is.” The agent
says to him in response: “I don’t know where the metro is myself.” And then
such a case occurs that after about ten minutes, the agent suddenly decided
to open the map on his phone and says to the taxi driver: “well, I’m looking,
I see that we passed the metro, we need to turn around.” And the taxi driver,
on the same wave, without malice, without complaints, in the same way he
had been conversing in that same tempo and rhythm, says: “Well, why didn’t
you say so sooner?” And at that moment, first the agent flares up. The agent
says: “This isn’t my problem at all, but yours, this is your job, you’re the
driver.” After this, the taxi driver boils over immediately; with frenzied eyes,
he turns his head back — I thought he would kill us. And this squabble begins.