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[Alexandr Korol]

leopard, and tiger are being highlighted, I need to buy them. I need to
touch them, draw them, wear them, or have them in my home to see what
they give me. What’s most curious is that about a month ago, I ended up
choosing the zebra. But just before that — for a short period — I was into
tigers. Specifically how they are depicted in Nepalese or Tibetan styles; all
those tiger rugs and pillows with Eastern, Asian tigers. I even started making
paintings for myself, for my interior, featuring tigers. But specifically in that
Asian style where the tiger looks almost like a cartoon, all curved with unusual
swirls and flowers. Right now, in front of me, is a Japanese-style painting
of a tiger. It’s a tiger depicted with a Japanese sun and Japanese clouds — but
that’s not the point. So, a month ago, thinking that since leopard and zebra
are being highlighted, I should surround myself with zebra. I bought a ton
of stuff with zebra print. I bought zebra-patterned sneakers; I bought zebra
pillows. What happens next? Suddenly, yesterday, as I was remembering
that acquaintance whom the system used to peck at — just as it has been
pecking at me for a month now — it hit me. I recalled how I helped him,
and then I had this analogy, an analysis, and a shock regarding the zebra.
I realized why the zebra was being highlighted: I am in the “zebra” frequency,
and a zebra is a victim. That is its role in life; it’s beautiful, and everyone
wants to eat it. It is helpless and defenseless; it can do nothing but run
away, and predators are constantly tearing at it. Then I remembered all
those felines — leopards, tigers. Let’s take the leopard, for example. I
realized that is the pattern of a predator. But I had gone into the extreme
of the zebra. And here, I remembered something even more interesting.
I recalled that just recently, maybe a month or two ago — I even recorded
this in my book — people felt me differently. Especially since my birthday,
there was such respect for me, a mix of fear and respect. Even though I’m in a
white T-shirt right now, happy and smiling, people were still afraid, as if they
felt I was the King of the Beasts. That was just two months ago. But now, it’s
the opposite: people feel that I am a zebra, and everyone wants to suppress
me — they can’t even control it. Most interestingly, this isn’t psychological
or visual. It’s happening on a subtle level, in the code. Most of the slights
directed at me came from people who didn’t even know what I looked like;
it happened online — when ordering that same taxi or the cleaning services.