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[Alexandr Korol]

and the Father (with the heart), and the Son (with the mind), and all of
it together — God in the flesh, and the very air around everyone, and the
projection of everything — then that hasn’t happened yet. It is still moving
toward that; it is manifesting. I remembered what I told you then. How
does it manifest? Remember I told you how God communicates with me —
which, essentially, is me, right? I said then that sometimes “messengers”
communicate with me — that’s like one multiverse, one version of me, the Son
or the Father. And sometimes it’s not a messenger, but a version where I hear
a Voice — that’s another version of me interacting like a reflection of myself.
And there is a third version, when the Spirit is in me. I no longer hear a voice,
no one talks to me — I am all of it myself. And it turns out to be the Son, the
Father, and the Holy Spirit again. And you see, maybe in my bubble I am
already learning and manifesting in all these versions. I’ve always noticed,
especially before, that as soon as I interact with people from the world of
“society,” all the miracles disappear. What do I become there? A mere mortal.
I step out of my magical bubble where I am the boss, and I fall into theirs.
Friend: Well, yes. That’s how it turns out.
Alexandr: And what will you add? Last time, you gave so many of your own
versions... Right now, ten thousand people are reading you — go ahead.
Actually, let me first introduce you to all the readers. This person — I’ve
mentioned him in the book — is one of my friends from, let’s say, childhood.
He came to me around 2019 or 2020 and told me that when he was five
years old, he saw a flying saucer. Because of him, I spoke out loud for
the first time that I, too, had seen a flying saucer at the age of five. But until
he brought up that conversation, I hadn’t told anyone. I assumed, well, maybe
it was a dream. But how can it be a dream if I’ve remembered it my whole
life? Back then, what’s most interesting is that my friend also felt this...
whatever we thought it was at the time. You could call it different things — as
if something from the outside was influencing us, or as if I was becoming
something or someone else. I remember we got into the car to drive to see
Big Alexander, and it wasn’t me, but my friend who said it first: “Alex,
listen, we’re driving, and it’s like there’s some kind of beam shining on the
car.” Remember? We were driving over a bridge. We were headed to Big
Alexander’s from my apartment right after we had discussed the flying saucer.