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[Alexandr Korol]

Big Alexander himself had called for the first time ever that day,
around one in the afternoon. That was when he gave me that golden
scepter — a large, gilded one — and the papyrus. He was speaking very
strangely. And when we were driving to him, it was bizarre because your
arrival was also strange — we always met in the evenings, but that day
you arrived early. And you started talking about the saucer immediately,
as if someone was speaking through you. Then Big Alexander calls at such
an unusual time for him. As we were driving, I was feeling it — I always feel
it, but I just don’t discuss it because people won’t understand, they don’t
see or feel it. But then you said you felt as if someone was looking down on
us, or as if a beam was on us. I remember the exact moment you said it out
loud while we were on the Western High-Speed Diameter (ZSD) in the car.
We had this sensation... like a dream, like unreality, or like being in a
movie. It’s as if you can’t think normally, yet you see everything so clearly,
as if from the outside. If I’m not mistaken, you said you felt like you
were looking at our car from the side as we drove. But it’s not you seeing
from the side — it’s the Spirit that sees that way. That is the essence:
when I become this Spirit, the first thing that manifests — which I always
describe — is that I feel like a fly with a multitude of lenses on my eyes.
It’s as if the coordinate angle of where my consciousness resides shifts;
I’m not looking out from my body in a flat way, but at the entire picture:
at myself, at all the people — as if I am the entire picture.
Friend: A 3D, volumetric picture. Yes.
Alexandr: Ah, and it’s also quite amazing because, usually, not many of
these miracles happen to you. Well, okay, maybe not many. But what’s funny
is something else: at the beginning of September, I had a conversation
with the mystic-old-man, and afterward, Big Alexander kept complaining
about him, asking why he was trying to “sink” me or plant doubts. He didn’t
support a single one of my theories or versions — nothing. Big Alexander
was very surprised and outraged by this, and I haven’t even spoken to
the mystic-old-man since then. But imagine this: a week passes after
that moment, and my friend ends up on a three-hour train ride with
him, sitting directly across from him at the table. And they felt each
other — they sensed something, but they didn’t know each other.