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[Alexandr Korol]

There was a strong heat from the palms. The chest would often burn, just like some kind of valve, like a pressure on the chest. But later they told me that this was the chakras. When I would walk around, I had bad eyesight back then — which is also important — nearsightedness, minus three and a half. And when I would walk, I couldn’t see anything — everything was blurry. I didn’t really wear glasses, although I had had them bought for school and the institute — but generally I walked without glasses. And when I walked, I felt only myself, my body — or rather, not the body, but some kind of shell of myself, or some kind of field of myself — and that was it. And what did I feel there, if I didn’t feel myself? That is — I felt simply some kind of neutral background of myself. And if in this neutral background of myself I would suddenly register some sensation of something somewhere, I would understand that this was me feeling someone else right now, from the outside. That is curious. And that’s it — from the very fact of starting to remember this, I am falling into this state. I can forget what I was just saying, or what I have said, or have not yet said. Well — alright…

When I would walk down the street in this state, there was another observation that I recorded in my diaries back then: when I am in this state, walking down the street alone, no one can see me at all — as if no one sees me. Well — the feeling is that it’s as if I’m not even there, and no one will notice me, until I myself want someone to see me. And so I am walking — and it’s as if, really, the world with people is parallel, and I am parallel — and I feel only my own field of myself. And that, and the music, and everything — and it’s as if I am staying inside the music and simply walking down the street, down the avenue. But in those moments, no one could ever see me, meet me, or notice me. And if I went out into the street with someone, I saw that I would become visible only at the vibrational frequency at which this person walking with me is. That is — because of him, for the time being, while I was walking down the street, I could end up in his world. But again — this was something I researched later. There are many “buts.” If this person is new, someone I have only just met, and I am setting the rhythm — that is, he is walking behind me and talking — then he is in the “cosmos,” and people don’t see him, and they don’t see me. And then all his relatives feel that he has disappeared, and start calling him, writing to him, and asking whether everything is alright with him. That was the thing — I noticed this many times back then, when I was young, when I wasn’t even yet a writer.