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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2026 2:36 pm
Alexandr: Who am I right now?
Friend: Right now you... specifically at this very second?
Alexandr: No.
Friend: It’s unclear who you are right now.
Alexandr: Who am I right now?
Friend: You are... everything.
Alexandr: Who am I right now?
Friend: It’s as if I can’t answer that question. Because...
Alexandr: Let’s put it this way: you know that I... let’s say, I believe in all
these paranormal, unique, strange things much more than you do, and more
than most people. But at the same time... why can we even communicate
at all? I haven’t lost my mind like many people who love to “believe.”
It’s as if their limit is broken. They drown in it so deeply that they can’t even
string words together. They see nothing, understand nothing, remember
nothing. They don’t even know what they are imagining. It’s like they lose their...
Friend: Connection with reality.
Alexandr: Yes, the connection with reality. But I don’t lose it. My skepticism
helps me. No matter how much you believe, let’s say — ”trust but verify.” I
check things, I make assumptions, but I don’t jump to conclusions driven by
raw emotion or being under a temporary impression. I always, so to speak,
hedge my bets; I always have a “but.” And here is the thing: alright, even if I
am already “this” and “that” and “that” over there. But I don’t recall a single
day — whether it was just now, a week ago, or a month ago — where I sat
in meditation, or was sitting on the toilet, or standing in the shower, and
suddenly — snap — I possessed myself back when I was 18, walking down
the street with you. And I tell you: “Alex, I feel so strange, what is happening
to me? I see the city differently. And this Voice is telling me right now that
I absolutely must fix my tooth that’s aching.” But I haven’t done that yet.
So it’s entirely possible, but since I approach everything skeptically, it’s
either that this hasn’t happened yet — meaning I haven’t learned how to do
it — or it’s something else. Because at my current age, 34, I don’t remember
a single time where I went back to the past and changed it, or inhabited
my past self. Yet, if consciousness can appear and manifest in any period
of my time — well, that hasn’t happened. We can assume one of two things.
Friend: Right now you... specifically at this very second?
Alexandr: No.
Friend: It’s unclear who you are right now.
Alexandr: Who am I right now?
Friend: You are... everything.
Alexandr: Who am I right now?
Friend: It’s as if I can’t answer that question. Because...
Alexandr: Let’s put it this way: you know that I... let’s say, I believe in all
these paranormal, unique, strange things much more than you do, and more
than most people. But at the same time... why can we even communicate
at all? I haven’t lost my mind like many people who love to “believe.”
It’s as if their limit is broken. They drown in it so deeply that they can’t even
string words together. They see nothing, understand nothing, remember
nothing. They don’t even know what they are imagining. It’s like they lose their...
Friend: Connection with reality.
Alexandr: Yes, the connection with reality. But I don’t lose it. My skepticism
helps me. No matter how much you believe, let’s say — ”trust but verify.” I
check things, I make assumptions, but I don’t jump to conclusions driven by
raw emotion or being under a temporary impression. I always, so to speak,
hedge my bets; I always have a “but.” And here is the thing: alright, even if I
am already “this” and “that” and “that” over there. But I don’t recall a single
day — whether it was just now, a week ago, or a month ago — where I sat
in meditation, or was sitting on the toilet, or standing in the shower, and
suddenly — snap — I possessed myself back when I was 18, walking down
the street with you. And I tell you: “Alex, I feel so strange, what is happening
to me? I see the city differently. And this Voice is telling me right now that
I absolutely must fix my tooth that’s aching.” But I haven’t done that yet.
So it’s entirely possible, but since I approach everything skeptically, it’s
either that this hasn’t happened yet — meaning I haven’t learned how to do
it — or it’s something else. Because at my current age, 34, I don’t remember
a single time where I went back to the past and changed it, or inhabited
my past self. Yet, if consciousness can appear and manifest in any period
of my time — well, that hasn’t happened. We can assume one of two things.