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[Alexandr Korol]

So, that’s how it was. He was in shock because he felt that he wasn’t sitting
with a human. Can you imagine? And the mystic-old-man also felt that he
was sitting with someone who also wasn’t human. And so they traveled for
three hours like that without speaking, since they aren’t acquainted. But here
is the key. Do you know when this happened? It all happened exactly at the
same time I had my last conversation with the mystic-old-man, after which
Big Alexander called me at night and said: “He’s drowning you. Why is he
doing that? Why does he say that everything you ask about doesn’t exist?
What is going on? Why is he behaving like this? He is literally drowning you.
Drowning you.” Just like that. “It’s like he’s sinking you, belittling everything,
grounding you. For what? Why? What is he afraid of? Or what’s wrong with
him? Has he lost his way? Closed up? What is with him? If he’s an oracle,
let him be an oracle. He should say things as they are, not hide anything.”
That’s what Big Alexander was saying. And that was it; after that moment — it
was September 9th — I haven’t called or spoken with the mystic-old-man
again. But the paradox is that later, my deputy sits at a table with him, and
they travel like that for three hours. I wonder what the mystic-old-man felt?
That is very interesting. That was also such an unusual case, one of
the paradoxes.

And more conclusions can be drawn: it turns out that throughout the year,
I felt a kind of warning from the Spirit or from God — that one needs to be
vigilant, to stay alert, and not to relax; otherwise, you will lose control and
get caught up in, as they say, “fornication.” One must remain vigilant and in
control; you cannot relax, and you must remember what is good and what
is bad. Even when I began to feel a kind of happiness and the “world of
heaven” on April 10th and described it all in the ninth volume, I still saw that
one could not relax until September — that only after September, or in the
middle of September, would it be possible to let go of control just a little bit.
But to trust all feelings and thoughts and let everything take its course
was still impossible, because the darkness was still there. And now I
feel that it’s over — this darkness has truly retreated. Now, perhaps the
sediment of that world, of that life, remains like a trace, an imprint on
me, but at the same time, I already understand that I am in a good world,