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[Alexandr Korol]

And there was a case when I come home and see that someone had been at the house. I call her, and she says: “No one was there.” And I say: “Find out who was there, because you can’t deceive me — I write books about attention, about super-attention.” And by then my mind was already switched on, but I still remembered that magical version of myself, and certain magical kinds of things had remained with me. And I was so attentive that I could simply see that the little mat on the table had been turned by half a centimeter, that something there had been moved just a little bit. And I would always remember every detail. That is — you see — it isn’t that I don’t see everything around me. That is — back then, on the contrary, a super-attention appeared in me, when I had descended down to people on the earth after that magical world. Well — no matter — and then it turned out that yes, a week later she calls, apologizes, and says that it was her son — he had a key, he was changing a lightbulb there, which is why he had touched this little mat on the table — and she is in shock at how I understood this. And so they also consulted with me — she and her husband. And they were completely in shock: how had I learned this, who am I, how do I do this, and so on. And back then there was such a period when all the people who appeared in my life were themselves pushing me to believe in myself and in these wonders. That is — there could have been people who would have immediately said that all this is nonsense, and I would have stopped believing in it. And here it all looked as if higher powers had conspired and were deliberately nurturing in me even more some kind of faith in who I am and in what was happening to me. I remember what else was happening with me back then in the way of these magical wonders. Ah — well, there was a moment when acquaintances of acquaintances told me: “Alex, there’s some uncle who wants to talk with you. He’s even ready to pay for a consultation.” And this is, so you understand, even before I was a writer. That is — back then I hadn’t even yet published the book “Answer.” That is — this is even before my book “Answer,” which was in 2010. These are simply acquaintances of acquaintances. I meet up with this uncle at a restaurant. We talked with him for a couple of hours, and that was it — we parted ways. It was on a weekend. Maybe it was a Friday, maybe a Saturday. And he was drinking whisky-and-cola back then, and he says to me: “Want some?” I say: “No, I don’t drink.” He says: “Come on, let’s be on the same wavelength — have some.” But I drank this whisky-and-cola and I didn’t get drunk. And every time, what would happen was that he would get