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And this point must be taken into account.” So, those are more news. Maybe
all my books and diaries were written specifically for this.
More of the interesting things I’ll tell you. My deputy — I have my own deputy
— we were on a call yesterday, and he sends me a photo of, you know who?
The mystic-old-man. But not just like the mystic-old-man is walking
down the street somewhere in the distance. No, he is sitting directly across
from my assistant at a table, in business class, on the Sapsan train. But the
paradox is something else. This assistant of mine, my deputy, is a childhood
friend who hasn’t read my books and is mostly a material person with an
engineering education. But he was the one who came to my house back
in 2020 and told me that when he was five years old, he and his sister saw
a flying saucer through the window. And that was the first time in my life I
told anyone — him — that I had also seen a flying saucer as a child. Back then,
we got into the car, Big Alexander called us, and as we were driving with my
deputy behind the wheel, he was the first to say he felt as if we were being
irradiated by something from above, some kind of external influence. I
experience this influence often. And he felt it too. At that moment, it was
as if this Spirit possessed him, me, and Big Alexander; it was all palpable.
But here is the other interesting part: imagine my deputy, who rarely talks
to me about such things. He says that some mysticism happened to him.
That on my birthday, he was in Moscow, and in different places on the same
day, he kept meeting the same priest, who was inviting him to a sermon at
the church. Naturally, my deputy didn’t go anywhere; he is skeptical about
all of this. But he realized that something was happening, that someone
was influencing him. And then, on September 14th, he boards the train
to return from Moscow to St. Petersburg, and the mystic-old-man sits
down right across from him, and they travel together for three hours. The
paradox is that they had never seen each other and didn’t know each other.
And the mystic-old-man kept staring at him, not understanding, because
he felt something. Well, because my Spirit is within my deputy. And my
deputy felt something in this mystic-old-man... and my deputy is very
skeptical, and he says: “So this guy is sitting in front of me. And I feel it — for
three hours I’m just asking the question: Who are you? What even are you?”
all my books and diaries were written specifically for this.
More of the interesting things I’ll tell you. My deputy — I have my own deputy
— we were on a call yesterday, and he sends me a photo of, you know who?
The mystic-old-man. But not just like the mystic-old-man is walking
down the street somewhere in the distance. No, he is sitting directly across
from my assistant at a table, in business class, on the Sapsan train. But the
paradox is something else. This assistant of mine, my deputy, is a childhood
friend who hasn’t read my books and is mostly a material person with an
engineering education. But he was the one who came to my house back
in 2020 and told me that when he was five years old, he and his sister saw
a flying saucer through the window. And that was the first time in my life I
told anyone — him — that I had also seen a flying saucer as a child. Back then,
we got into the car, Big Alexander called us, and as we were driving with my
deputy behind the wheel, he was the first to say he felt as if we were being
irradiated by something from above, some kind of external influence. I
experience this influence often. And he felt it too. At that moment, it was
as if this Spirit possessed him, me, and Big Alexander; it was all palpable.
But here is the other interesting part: imagine my deputy, who rarely talks
to me about such things. He says that some mysticism happened to him.
That on my birthday, he was in Moscow, and in different places on the same
day, he kept meeting the same priest, who was inviting him to a sermon at
the church. Naturally, my deputy didn’t go anywhere; he is skeptical about
all of this. But he realized that something was happening, that someone
was influencing him. And then, on September 14th, he boards the train
to return from Moscow to St. Petersburg, and the mystic-old-man sits
down right across from him, and they travel together for three hours. The
paradox is that they had never seen each other and didn’t know each other.
And the mystic-old-man kept staring at him, not understanding, because
he felt something. Well, because my Spirit is within my deputy. And my
deputy felt something in this mystic-old-man... and my deputy is very
skeptical, and he says: “So this guy is sitting in front of me. And I feel it — for
three hours I’m just asking the question: Who are you? What even are you?”