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[Alexandr Korol]

Chapter 9. Recollections of the Spirit

Today is February 15, 2026. And a couple of days ago, maybe three days ago, I started grounding myself, so as to come back to my senses, so as to switch on the mind and to start evaluating things — the way that is natural to you, people, in this linear world — and I started drawing the analogy that the state I was in this past week is what I had already been like in 2008, 2009, and 2010. Before, if I was speaking with a person, I didn’t know how long I had been speaking with him. That is, before 2011, if I was speaking with a person, I did not know how long I had been speaking with him in terms of time — one hour or ten hours. If I was walking down the street, I didn’t know whether I had been walking for 5 minutes or for 5 hours — I did not know this. If I met with a person, I did not know that I would be meeting with him; and a minute after the meeting, I didn’t know that I had met with him. Can you imagine? And if I had met with a person, then for a long time afterwards I would not meet with him again, so that he wouldn’t be able to think — because at first, he would, as it were, be “without the mind” during the meeting with me. But if I were to meet with him more often, his mind would switch on, and the evaluation of me and of himself, and of reality — and I didn’t want this, and I would cut it off, and would disappear on everyone, so as to remain further in the state “without the mind.” And back then I was such a super-consciousness in my childhood that I remember when Valentina called me and said that some acquaintance of hers had fallen ill and was in the hospital. And I simply asked: “Pass him the phone.” I say to him: “Hi, how are you?” And he even grumbled: “You yourself don’t understand — everything is bad.” I say: “Oh, that is enough for me. Alright. So, hang up the phone now and just lie down for 5 minutes, with your arms along your body, with your eyes closed, and that’s it.” And after this — what did I do? I imagined that I am he, that my body is his body, as if I felt this, and started doing the technique called “the opening of the channel.” And after this, the next day, the person was cured, recovered — but he was so frightened that he told Valentina never again in her life to connect me with him. And back then there was such strong attention, and such a strange state, that if I sat at home, I didn’t know whether it was morning, day, or night. I could not think about it. And if anyone called me or wrote to me, I would answer — but a minute later I no longer remembered that anyone had called, or that I had been