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[Alexandr Korol]

punished, but in the process, you lose the woman, the date, and the mood,
and you fall from heaven into the underworld. I remembered how everyone
used to do this, and how I never allowed it. That is why I never fell. It was
as if there were a hundred provocations a day, just to get me to react and
instantly tumble from “heaven into hell” — and don’t be pedantic about
the words; you understand that it’s something opposite and unpleasant.
That is what I mean. There is nothing super deep in these specific labels,
so don’t get hung up on them.
And here I had this realization, as if this is how it should be. When I called
Big Alexander yesterday, on November 12th, I hoped he would confirm this.
Perhaps the connection was poor and I couldn’t have a proper conversation,
but for some reason, he said that while I shouldn’t conflict or argue negatively,
I must still seek justice. He said it’s not right if I bought five T-shirts, but
they gave me one while charging me for ten. He says you shouldn’t turn
a blind eye to that. But just two weeks ago, I recorded a different insight:
that the way out of the situation — where I am going, up and forward —
is to close your eyes to everything. Maybe that’s an extreme, I don’t know,
but I’m sharing what I recorded. I had this epiphany: if something is wrong
and you want to fix it, that very act can cast you out of paradise. Is it worth
it? It seems one must find a middle ground. If it’s something vital — if
you’re a doctor and a nurse makes a mistake — naturally, you must speak up.
You bear responsibility for patients; it’s a matter of life and death. If a
surgeon shows up drunk, you must report it to prevent a tragedy. I believe
you cannot stay silent in such cases. But reacting to tiny trifles seems
pointless. Suppose you go to a clinic and there’s a security guard or a cleaner
collecting money for a “sick child,” and you know he’s a scammer. You gave
him money three days ago, but he asks again, claiming you gave nothing,
and even calls you greedy. If you start arguing with him, you descend into the
hell where he resides. But if you just smile and give him the few cents he’s
asking for, it’s as if you’ve paid a ransom to avoid contact with the darkness.
You quickly bought your way out, didn’t enter that dark space, and
preserved your vibrations. Do you understand? This “trick” was highlighted
to me: how to be careful and not always open the door to the underworld.