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[Alexandr Korol]

immediately appears, in a different parallel. And so it turns out — in order for that new world to be created, the one I am supposed to decipher, this Philosopher’s Stone, this matrix — at that very second, at that very moment, the old world will be destroyed. And then a new one will be born right away. And there will be such a transition — practically no one will notice it. Or maybe, for this, the matrix is no longer even needed. And it is enough that I let go of control — which I am planning to let go of tomorrow — and that I go off into that state, the one I came from. We’ll see.

I want to try to remember and to record. This will, of course, come out crookedly, but my task is to record everything as opinion, and the crookedness of it also has to be recorded as it is — it cannot be corrected. So, if I get confused in some dates, years, numbers, if I say that it’s some other year right now, then there is nothing to worry about — that’s how it should be. Well, let’s reminisce. I won’t say what exactly affected me — but, of course, it is hard to describe: not last week, not seven days ago, but approximately 14 days ago — I cannot say exactly. Figuratively speaking, 14 days ago — that is, not last week, but the week before — I ended up in a very unusual state. And it was so strong that I couldn’t… I couldn’t even write, couldn’t even figure out that I could turn on the dictaphone and say something — so that you understand how strong this state was. And so I was in this state for a week. And then, after the first seven days, a week ago, I jammed myself, as it were, brought myself back down to the earth, and switched on the mind, concentrated, pulled myself together, so as to somehow record all the accumulated information — not from that magical week, but from what had been before — for the eleventh volume of the novel, in the proper sequence. And this is about the Mother of God, about the matrix that I am deciphering, about the rhombicuboctahedron, and so it goes. And so I recorded all of this. And while I had come back down to the earth, was with the mind, I also took care of some everyday tasks, besides this. And in those first days, after I had switched on the mind a week ago, I started… That is, I was still feeling, sort of, that strange state, “without the mind,” but at the same time my mind was already switching on — so as to somehow grasp, to explain, to describe that state “without the mind,” to pick the words for it. And at that moment, this was a week ago, when my mind had already switched on, I begin to remember that I had been in this state before —