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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2023 8:23 pm
– Usually, people don’t treat money the way you do.
– I don’t care about the money.
– Yes, money is rubbish. What is your name?
– Alexander.
– Oh! Alexander Nevsky– Alexander Nevsky! Everyone has been waiting for you! Your family will be well! Your loved ones will be well! Everyone will be very well! There is nothing to worry about! Everyone has been waiting for you. Let me kiss you!
Before I had a chance to say anything, she started to kiss my cheek. The same way that Big Alexander did it – left cheek, then right cheek, then left cheek again. And she shoves a piece of paper into my hand. My guys were under the tree, sheltering from the rain. As I approached them, they were laughing:
– Was that the messenger?
– Yes.
– Did she give you a riddle?
I opened my palm, and there was a piece of paper on it, with a phone number and the name “Liubov” (“Love” in Russian) on it. Everyone gasped, and I called her:
– Hello, this is Alexander.
– Hello, this is Liubov.
And there is silence. And I understand that she is conscious. She is just here and now, with a still and empty mind.
– You gave me the phone number.
– Yes, I did.
– Why?
– Well, I want money.
And I understand that it is a sacral request. The money is just an excuse for us to meet alone, one-on-one, So I go along with it:
– I don’t care about the money.
– Yes, money is rubbish. What is your name?
– Alexander.
– Oh! Alexander Nevsky– Alexander Nevsky! Everyone has been waiting for you! Your family will be well! Your loved ones will be well! Everyone will be very well! There is nothing to worry about! Everyone has been waiting for you. Let me kiss you!
Before I had a chance to say anything, she started to kiss my cheek. The same way that Big Alexander did it – left cheek, then right cheek, then left cheek again. And she shoves a piece of paper into my hand. My guys were under the tree, sheltering from the rain. As I approached them, they were laughing:
– Was that the messenger?
– Yes.
– Did she give you a riddle?
I opened my palm, and there was a piece of paper on it, with a phone number and the name “Liubov” (“Love” in Russian) on it. Everyone gasped, and I called her:
– Hello, this is Alexander.
– Hello, this is Liubov.
And there is silence. And I understand that she is conscious. She is just here and now, with a still and empty mind.
– You gave me the phone number.
– Yes, I did.
– Why?
– Well, I want money.
And I understand that it is a sacral request. The money is just an excuse for us to meet alone, one-on-one, So I go along with it: